Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language and explicit sexual situations and is NOT intended for minors. If you are a minor or offended by material of a sexual nature, do not continue reading.
Copyright, 1997 By Dorothy and Rick.
The cool silvery light of dawn meandered through the flimsy curtains and fell upon his profile. His face looked like the carved face of an angel. What a contrast to how we clung and burned together last night. He certainly had been an answer to my prayers.
Some people come into our lives by chance and go just as quickly. But while they are there with us they move our souls to soar into the heavens and after they have gone they leave footprints on our hearts and minds so that we never look at the world in quite the same way as we did before.
The events of the past 24 hours had awakened me to a new understanding of myself and of the exquisite and almost indescribable sensations that a man and woman can share. Why did it take a man other than my husband to show me this?
I had been married for four years and was living in Africa with my husband Michael. I had met Michael there while working as a teacher at a mission school under the auspices of Volunteers Abroad. He was the District Commissioner in charge of this very large part of the country. He was charming and handsome with a dry sense of humor. As a young teacher straight from Scotland I was very flattered by the attention he paid me.
As I got to know him better we developed an easy, comfortable bantering relationship and I looked forward to his visits to the town I worked in. His genuine commitment to the empowerment and welfare of the local people earned my respect. However I always felt a little uncomfortable with the fact that while he told me he loved me, he never made any physical advances.
Having been brought up in a small fishing village under the ever watchful eye of my parents and two older brothers I was still a virgin when I married at 22. I had experienced nothing more than a kiss and fleeting passionate embrace in Scotland before the front light of my home was turned on signaling me to come inside.
I accepted Michael's proposal thinking that while we shared only a brother/sisterly love at present we would soon develop something more passionate and mutually satisfying after our wedding. I thought he was showing respect for me and my upbringing.
On our wedding night I came out of the hotel bathroom wearing a sheer night dress. I knew that as I walked into the darkened room with the bathroom light behind me Michael would have a clear view of my naked form. I was sure that the outline my more than ample breasts, small waist and slim hips would look appealing under the gossamer thin wrapping.
He said nothing. Interpreting this as him wanting to see more. I let the fabric fall to the carpet like a whisper. All that covered my alabaster like nakedness was the cascade of my very long straight blonde hair.
The children at the school used to call me "Rapunzel" because my hair fell to my knees. Michael had always said it looked like a rustling sheet of gold when I was walking with my students in the African sunshine and he loved to run his hands over its silken length.
Michael said, "Darling please turn the bathroom light off and hop into bed we have to start our drive very early in the morning."
I felt a tightening in my throat. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. "Please God don't let this be happening." I thought I was going to be sick. Now I was grateful for my hair for another reason. It felt like a golden cloak covering my nakedness. I went back into the bathroom and put the nightie back on. I turned off the light . Thankful of the darkness to cover my embarrassment I crept into bed. My new husband and I lay back to back, not touching. In moments he was sound asleep while I lay wide awake in the darkness, a tornado of thoughts causing havoc through my brain.
In the morning he was his usual loving self. Over the next four weeks I kept making excuses for his behavior. He was tired, he was preoccupied, I was expecting too much, maybe the sexual side of a marriage wasn't all it was written up to be. After all who was I to judge.
After about a month we did finally consummate the marriage but this was cold and almost business like. There was no such thing as foreplay. He didn't have much idea about sex, so I couldn't learn from him. Michael didn't like me to move or speak and there was never any thought of lubricating either of us in any way. I kept thinking there must be more to it than this otherwise people wouldn't be so interested in sex.
As the years passed we made love about once every three months. He never thought about satisfying me. During these rare encounters I would just turn my head and watch how the numbers on the bedside digital clock flicked over. There was no coercion, there was just nothing. Michael had no interest in giving or receiving the pleasures of the flesh.
I threw myself into my role of District Commissioner's wife and took up external university studies. The physical side of my life didn't exist. I told myself that what you never knew you don't miss, but deep inside I felt unfulfilled and unhappy.
Lying here looking at the manly form outlined under the crisp white sheets I realized that I would never be the same again. Every fiber of my being felt incredibly alive.
As I remembered that we still had the whole day together a wicked little grin slipped across my face. The only assets this gorgeous man was going to be auditing today were mine. I was already wet in anticipation.
Yesterday I was in the kitchen giving our Cook instructions on how to make sponge cake. I had invited all the missionary wives to our villa for afternoon tea as was my habit every three months.
The clerk from the office came running up the drive telling me that Michael had visitors from the nearby town and there would be two extra people for lunch. They would be staying overnight in the visitor's quarters. This did not surprise me as it was a regular occurrence to have unannounced visitors.
At noon the three men walked down the dusty road towards the house. Our two visitors were auditors who had come to look at the office records. Both were in their late twenties, like me, and we made pleasant, inconsequential chat while we ate.
After lunch Michael said that he and the thinner of our two guests would go the next village, which was about two hours drive away by four-wheel drive, over a bumpy, rough, hand made road. Our other visitor would stay behind to finish the audit of this office. The two men waved a cheery good-bye, said they would be back in time for dinner and disappeared into the billowing cloud of dust that came from the back of the jeep.
My afternoon was filled with the afternoon tea for the women from the nearby American and German missions. We were the height of decorum amidst the tropical setting.
As usual at four o'clock it started to rain. This torrential down pour lasted for three hours. The rain was so heavy that I couldn't see out of the windows. The jungle was just an encroaching dark green blur on the other side of the louvered glass windows.
I showered and spent some time rubbing perfumed lotion into my smooth skin. "White Linen" I loved the scent of this fragrance assailing my nostrils when I moved my dampened limbs through the air. As I massaged the lotion into my breasts I savored the way my nipples stood to attention. As I massaged the silky smooth insides of my thighs and ran my hand over my pubic hair I suddenly decided that I wanted to feel smooth all over. I carefully removed my pubic hair leaving a soft, smooth, padded mound into which I massaged the white fragrant oil. My oiled fingers slipped easily to my pussy. I rubbed my fingers up and down my clit and sighed with satisfaction at my body's responses. I slid two and then three fingers into my pussy. Time stood still as I reveled in my own body and drifted into a fantasy where a virile young man was plunging his thick stiff rod so deeply into my pussy that I felt it would come out of my throat. I exploded and came slowly back to reality panting as though I'd run a race. My body was covered in a slick coating of perspiration. Bringing my fingers to my nose I enjoyed the mixture of my own juices and the expensive perfume. I decided not to wash this off. Dressed only in a brightly colored sarong which stopped at the top of my lightly tanned legs I made my way to the living area. I enjoyed the ticklish sensation of my hair brushing against the back of my knees.
At about dusk, as the rain started to ease, the second man came to the house. He had showered and put on some fresh clothes. During the day he had been wearing khaki shorts and a short sleeved shirt. Now he stood on the verandah wearing long cream raw silk trousers and a pale blue cotton shirt, holding a dripping umbrella. I had the house boy take the umbrella and invited him to come inside.
I made us both a gin and tonic and we chatted casually about the gossip around the District. From almost the beginning of the conversation there was a growing undercurrent of something I couldn't quite explain. I felt excited by him and yet strangely nervous. He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They were a vibrant blue, reminding me of the water that lapped on the shores of the Greek Islands. I wanted to drown in their gaze.
When he spoke he looked directly into my eyes and didn't move his gaze. When I looked away and then back at him those eyes were still gazing into me. I felt I was being examined under a microscope. This made me slightly uncomfortable and I found myself wriggling around in my seat, but I liked the tension and didn't want him to stop.
The two way radio crackled into life.
At ten each morning and seven each evening, every station in the district tuned into this band and exchanged information, as we didn't have the luxury of telephones. Mostly the information was of a business nature as everyone around the District could hear what was said. Towards the end of the transmission I heard my husband's voice.
"This is Kintana. Ulana Station are you receiving me? Over."
I responded. "Come in Kintana. Yes we are receiving you loud and clear. Over."
"Dorothy we won't be able to make it back to the station this evening. Part of the road has been washed away with this wretched rain. We'll stay here with the Morrisons. Tell Rick to make himself at home and we'll see him tomorrow evening. Over."
"Will do. Give Jenny and Bill my regards. See you tomorrow. Over and Out."
I turned towards the lounge where Rick was sitting. "Oh well it looks as if you'll have to put up with my company this evening Rick."
Rick looked up at me from beneath his long, thick, dark lashes and gave me a look that made me quiver. The sexual current between us had just been turned up. "I couldn't think of more desirable company and I'm sure we can find something to amuse ourselves without too much trouble. Especially as I've been instructed to make myself at home."
I walked to the bar and made us a fresh drink, making mine a double. I had a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach and my knees were trembling with girlish excitement and womanly anticipation. I think even at that point I knew that this would be a night to remember.
Just then our Cook rang the dinner bell.
As Dorothy handed me my drink, I detected a familiar scent on her hand. That subtle, yet unmistakable aroma of a woman. As I took the glass in my right hand, I grasped her wrist with my left before she could pull it away. Bringing her hand closer, I inhaled deeply while looking into her beautiful blue eyes. My eyes closed as I became intoxicated by the scent. Unable and unwilling to resist, I brought her hand to my lips, gently kissing her fingertips, parting my lips and running my tongue along her slender fingers I tasted her for the first time. Drawing her fingers into my mouth I gently sucked on them as she drew a ragged breath. Opening my eyes once again, gone was the look of a shy school girl, being replaced by the look of a sensual woman, desire burning within her. A desire every bit as passionate as my own.
"D-dinner is ready," she stammered, obviously shaken by my advances.
My hands reached out toward her silken, tanned legs. Touching her muscular calves, my hands softly slid higher, my fingertips caressing the backs of her knees, sliding higher along her well shaped thighs until they were skimming the hem of her sarong. No higher, I thought...not yet. I wanted to seduce this woman, not just make love with her, although I did want to do that as well, but this had to last. Dorothy was not just another woman.
From the moment I laid eyes on her as I was walking down that dusty drive, I knew she was different. Working in Africa, one learns to read the signs. Going on safari, you know the look that a hungry lioness takes on. Dorothy had that look. The look that belies the restful, watchful wariness and tells you there is an animal within waiting to be unleashed.
Standing, my hands traveling up the outside of her sexy attire, over her slender hips and waist, along the sides of her breasts, my lips skimming her cheek arriving at her ear, I whispered, "Dismiss the servants for the evening. Let me serve you tonight."
Dorothy acquiesced eagerly as we walked into the dining area. The servants having retired to their quarters at the other end of the compound, we sat, she at the head of the table, me to her side. I poured the wine, an exquisite Cabernet, and we toasted each other's health. Sipping the heady liquid, I leaned toward the object of my affection and desire. As our lips met and parted, I shared the wine with her, flowing from my mouth to hers as our tongues danced with each other. My fingers tangled with her golden hair as I pulled her lips tighter to mine, hungrily wanting to devour her, wanting to ravage her.
Throughout the meal, I fed her, forkfuls of Beef Bourgenion, shoots of tender asparagus, licking anything from her chin that may have sensually oozed down upon it. Admittedly, I was not very careful in my attempts at neatness, for I looked forward to those mishaps.
Upon completion of our meal, Dorothy looked at me. "Are you ready for desert?" she asked, her hand dipping between her legs, sliding upward. I watched as her sarong parted with her legs, exposing her freshly shaved mound. I could see the wetness on her thighs glistening in the candle light, her scent more intoxicating than the wine we had shared. Her fingers dipped into her pussy, sliding deep within. She extracted them, bringing them to my lips and I sucked them with relish, tasting her freshness. I could stand it no longer.
Sweeping the china to the opposite end of the table, my hands encircled Dorothy's waist, lifting her small frame easily from the floor, setting her roughly on the edge of the table. Pressing her back onto the table, my hands unfastened the tie holding her sarong together, exposing her to my gaze. Her breasts were firm, her belly flat, her hips round. As I stood over her, my hands traveled the length of her body, over her breasts, feeling her rock hard nipples against the rough palms of my hands. Sliding my hands back down her white body, passing slowly over her smooth mound and up along her thighs, I knelt between her legs as I spread them wide, opening her completely to me. Bringing her calves over my shoulders, I grasped Dorothy's thighs, pulling her roughly to the edge of the polished mahogany table, to my waiting mouth. God, I wanted this woman, a feeling only heightened by the knowledge that she wanted me every bit as much.
As my mouth and tongue explored her swollen lips, tasting her pussy, feeling her hard clit against my lip as I thrust my tongue in and out of her, I was amazed at the obvious awakening taking place within her. As her moans increased, punctuated by words, "Oh, God, that feels so good...I always dreamed it could feel like this...only dreamed..." she spurred me on to show her other pleasures.
Sliding one, then two fingers within her lips as my tongue circled and fluttered against her swollen clit, rotating them inside her, pressing against that often elusive spot along her inner wall, her hips thrust with desire and pleasure against me. As she reached her first climax, her ass came off the table, all her weight on my shoulders, consumed by her own pleasure. As her orgasm subsided, my fingers slipped from her pussy, soaked with her sweet juices, which were also dripping down her anus to the table. Sliding my finger downward through her wetness, I circled her anus. Pressing lightly against her rosebud, my finger slid into her, causing a sharp intake of her breath. Gently rotating my finger, her sphincter relaxing, I pressed onward. To the first knuckle, the second, shortly completely inside Dorothy's tight ass.
My mouth returned to her clit, covering it, sucking it from it's hood, my tongue fluttering against it's sensitive tip as my finger slowly slid in and out of her. Dorothy's moans became more intense as her hips once again began to rock and grind against me. Quickly building to yet another orgasm, her legs locked around my neck, her fingers reaching to grasp my hair, pulling me tightly against her cunt as the animalistic shriek of a lioness in heat was emitted from her throat when she came again. As she passed the crest and began the slow journey back down, I continued licking and sucking her hot pussy, not letting her descend all the way before taking her over the top again. Over and over, Dorothy rode the crest and trough through a roller coaster of pleasure, peaking, subsiding then peaking again.
"No more," she begged, "Oh God, Rick, please, I can't take anymore...I can't breathe..."
Slowing my ministrations gradually, her body went limp upon the table. Standing, I walked to her side. I leaned over the table, kissing her lips gently, caressing her soft smooth skin, sensing a lover of incredible dimension had been released, eager to discover more of this woman I had just this day met.
I lay on the table looking up at Rick as he stood over me. My mouth was slightly open and I was still panting. I was conscious of my chest heaving up and down. My entire body felt weak yet my pussy continued to throb as though reminding me of its constant presence and desires. I was aware of my nakedness but not at all embarrassed. In fact I reveled in the fact that Rick's eyes roamed every crevice and curve of my body. I had never felt like this before.
I knew nothing about this man and yet I knew everything about him. He had reached out and touched the current of love and desire deep within me. I felt incredibly close to him not only bodily but in my very soul. His strong arms encircled me and he helped me up off the table. I stood next to him, not knowing what to say next. Then I looked up into his eyes and saw that there was no need for words. Although I had to this point had little experience in making love I knew Rick would be an excellent teacher and I certainly wanted to be his student.
I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom I could feel his eyes on my ass as it swayed from side to side and I liked it.. The bed was covered in white sheets. Through the haze of the mosquito net you could just make out the pile of white pillows against the woven headboard. I turned to Rick and molded my naked body into his. Our body heat was like a furnace and you could almost see the flames of desire reflected in our eyes. Those eyes that had looked like the Adriatic Sea now looked like cauldrons of molten blue lava as I pressed my breasts against Rick's chest. It felt as though I had come home, this was the one place on earth I was meant to be. There was no thought of the fact that I was married to someone else and I didn't know or care if he was married too. I just wanted Rick, body and soul, but mostly body and definitely NOW.
The only illumination was the light coming down the corridor from the Living Area. I slowly and deliberately unbuttoned his shirt, sliding my fingertips onto his chest through the gap between the buttons as I traveled down towards his trousers. I slid my fingertips inside his belt to released the blue fabric from its constraints. He gave an involuntary little moan as he thrust his chest out and sucked in his stomach muscles to make it easier for me to disrobe him and to give my fingers easier access.
As I reached up and pulled the shirt down off his broad shoulders I gave an involuntary intake of breath. His manly chest was exposed in the half light and the sensation of running my hands over his chest and down his back was divine. The scent of his body made me dizzy. I unfastened his belt and as I undid his fly I was amazed at the size of the bulge that awaited me. I wished I was more experienced at removing men's trousers as every second it took was a second too long. A second that prevented me from reaching the object of my desires. After what seemed like an eternity he stood before me naked. With a wicked little grin he said, "Well what now madam?"
Though inexperienced in this art I knew precisely how to assuage the hunger that had once again built up between my legs. I could feel my own juices running down my inner thigh. I coiled my arms around his body under his arms and ran my wide spread fingers down over his back, sliding them into the valley that was his spine. When they reached the little hollow in the small of his back I slid down onto my knees. I savored the luscious feeling as my hands traveled down over his firm ass and the tips of my fingers traced down along its crack until they were ever so gently stroking his balls. I didn't think it was possible but Rick's cock became even more erect. I was a woman possessed. Possessed of a hunger that had waited too long to be sated. I wouldn't, couldn't wait anymore I had to have Rick inside me, all the way inside me, impaling me NOW.
Still on my knees before him, I brought my hands around to the front of his body and cupped Rick's balls in my hands. I squeezed and kneaded them, enjoying the feeling of how they moved around inside their sack. I wanted to take him in my mouth but my pussy continued to make her demands. She had started having little earthquakes again. Later lover, I thought. My hands closely slid from Rick's balls to the underside of his big stiff cock. I gently raked my nails along the underside from the base to the tip. He was dripping and so was my pussy. While I had tried to stretch this moment out as long as possible to squeeze the last sensation from it, I couldn't wait any longer to impale myself on his rod and have him enveloped by the hot wet velvety folds of my pussy. I took Rick's hand and led him to the bed, I pulled back the mosquito net and gently lay him back on the pile of cushions.
I pulled the net back into place and we were in our own private cocoon. I straddled Rick moving up until my knees were level with his pelvis. I slowly lowered myself down onto his hard waiting shaft. OOOOh it felt sooo gooooood! He had me and I him completely and utterly. My pussy had never been stretched like this before. I couldn't believe how much of him was up inside me, so far inside me I thought I would be able to stretch my tongue to the back of my throat to lick the tip of his rigid cock. I started rotating my body. Not only did this allow stronger contact with Rick's cock but I could also feel my ass grinding against the top of his legs and his balls. It was delectable. I began slowly moving backwards and forwards with the rhythm of a heartbeat. Rick purred like a satisfied lion. My movements quickened. My need to ride Rick's wonderful big cock was all consuming. I was driven by a force stronger than any I had ever experienced. I wanted to own him, devour him, consume him. I wanted him to take me, to possess me. Nothing else mattered. I felt my orgasm start to grow. Riding Rick like a Texas cowboy rides a bucking bronco was taking me to dizzy heights, then I was gliding, soaring into the wide blue sky. An almighty orgasm grasped me and a tidal wave broke within me. My pace slowed and I floated back to earth and to Rick's presence. He smiled, what a beautiful smile.
"Well you may smile," I said. "You'll be smiling for a different reason in a little while." Rick stretched and arched his back reminding me of his still solid weapon wrapped in my wet, swollen pussy.
I was delighted that Rick hadn't come. He was still as stiff as hot metal pole up inside me. I moved my legs so that my feet were placed where my knees had been moments before. I was squatting over Rick like a miniature version of a Sumo wrestler getting leverage by holding my knees with my hands. I began to lower myself slowly up and down on Rick's wonderful cock. Sometimes taking the full length of his shaft, sometimes only the tip. When I enveloped his shaft completely I could once again feel his balls being slapped against the crack of my ass. My slow deliberate movements soon had the desired effect. Rick put has powerful hands on my hips and pulled me down onto him fully. He thrust his pelvis forcefully towards me and exploded. I could feel his hot sweet jet of cum squirting inside me. My pussy grabbed his cock and squeezed it so hard it felt as thought my pussy had a mind of her own and wasn't ever going to let Rick leave, withdraw from her. I closed me eyes and said, "OOHH YESSSS!" I fell onto my side and wrapped my arms and legs over Rick as I snuggled into him and drifted off to sleep with the smell of our love making in my nostrils.
The dream was exquisitely real. After our love making we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, our limbs entangled with one another. I dreamed of safari, stalking the wonderful animals of the African Velt armed with only a camera. Shifting to a scene of driving the runabout down a dusty road, finding Dorothy standing alongside her Jeep, offering her a ride back to the compound. As we drove back, my hands running through her long golden hair, so soft even under the adverse conditions of the African plain. Her hand began running along my thigh, stroking my leg up to my khaki shorts...and beyond, causing me to swell with desire.
Her hand cupped my hidden yet obvious erection, squeezing, massaging through the light material of the shorts, a tiny dark spot becoming evident as she did so.
"Mmm, you have something I want," she whispered as her lips came within inches of my ear. With that, she lowered the zip of my pants, reaching inside and extracting my turgid erection. She lowered her head to my lap, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick the droplets of precum from my cock head. Tantalizingly her tongue traced circles around the cut foreskin, then journeyed farther, running along the underside, tracing the blue vein along it. As her mouth surrounded, then engulfed my shaft, all I could hear was the hum of the engine as we drove along the dirt road, the bouncing of the runabout thrusting my cock deeper into her soft sensual mouth. Gradually, the hum of the engine turned more into a Mmmmmmmmmmmm....
I awoke to find Dorothy's pussy inches from my face, her lips glistening with her delicious moisture, her scent every bit as intoxicating as the gin and tonic earlier. Her mouth was sliding up and down my steely shaft, the sounds from her mouth as she sucked me, "Mmmmmmmmmmm..."
Circling my arms around her hips, gripping her ass, I pulled her toward me, spreading her pink lips with my fingers as my tongue darted out to taste her once again. God, I couldn't get enough of this woman, and for the life of me couldn't figure out why her husband didn't appreciate what he had! But that was his problem, back to the adventure at hand. I cared not that she was married or who she was married to. All I wanted was to make love with this wonderful woman as many times and in as many ways as our all too brief time together would allow. We lay side by side, licking and sucking one another, the sheets disheveled from our prior explorations of one another. I maneuvered her so that her legs straddled my face and she lay astride me. As my tongue invaded every orifice within it's reach, her breasts pressed against my abdomen her nipples palpable against my skin. Her mouth continued it's hungry feasting upon my organ, making exquisite sucking sounds, her tongue vibrating against it's sensitive flesh as her moans continued.
Dorothy's hips ground against my mouth, pressing my lips tighter against her lips, forcing my tongue deeper within her, which I maneuvered in a circular motion inside her hot cunt. Her juices flowed freely, coating my lips, cheeks, face, and I was in heaven.
Her hand grasped my cock, pumping on it as her mouth and tongue continued teasing the head. As her hips began thrusting up and down upon my mouth, my hips did likewise forcing my cock deeper into her mouth. Our sounds nearly echoing off the walls, the sounds of the bed gently squeaking, the headboard lightly banging against the wall, we grew nearer to our mutual climax.
Her hips shuddered, her pussy crushed against my mouth, my tongue deep inside her as she came...and came...and came...all the while sucking on my rod, the vibrations of her vocalizations sending me into orbit.
"I'm going to come..." I offered.
"I want to taste it ALL," she demanded.
With that I unleashed my pent up desire into her, spewing it to the back of her throat, hearing the gulping sounds she made as she swallowed every drop of me. Turning toward me as she licked her lips, I pulled her to me and our mouths met, sharing our respective flavors, mingling them as our tongues urgently searched each other's mouths for possible treasures we had missed.
We lay there, her on top of me, her breasts pressed against my chest, my cock nestled between her thighs. My fingertips lightly traced her form, running down the length of her spine, over the firm cheeks of her buttocks, back up along her sides.
Her steady breathing told me she had fallen asleep in my arms once again. As I lay there in the half light, my lips touched her ear in a gentle kiss as I whispered, "Come away with me..."
The cool silvery light of dawn meandered through the flimsy curtains and fell upon his profile. His face looked like the carved face of an angel. What a contrast to how we clung and burned together last night. He certainly had been an answer to my prayers.
Some people come into our lives by chance and go just as quickly. But while they are there with us they move our souls to soar into the heavens and after they have gone they leave footprints on our hearts and minds so that we never look at the world in quite the same way as we did before.
The events of the past 24 hours had awakened me to a new understanding of myself and of the exquisite and almost indescribable sensations that a man and woman can share.
After breakfasting and showering we made our plans for the day, aware that the others would not return until after seven this evening. Conscious of the inherently nosy house staff we walked down to the market to buy some vegetables. I usually did this every Wednesday morning. The market was a row of low tables where the local people had spread out the vegetables they had for sale. The vendors wore dresses made of bold brightly colored cotton and sat on the ground laughing together and sharing news from their respective villages further up the mountain.
As we strolled between the rows of tables we chatted with various people in the local language and listened to their banter. Rick often caught my eye and we shared a multitude of thoughts in a single glance.
There was a general air of gaiety throughout the market place and it reflected my own feelings. Never had I felt so relaxed and stimulated. I tingled all over with anticipation. This feeling was much stronger than it had been before dinner the previous evening as now I knew just what a skillful lover Rick was and how wonderfully exciting making love with him could be. As we walked through the narrow rows in the market place my hip kept bumping up against Rick's thigh. Every touch made me more anxious for us to return to the privacy of the villa. I could think of nothing but losing myself in his body, devouring him with my eyes, touching his tanned skin, inhaling that special scent that was him and that was us, tasting him as he came in my mouth, spreading his cum all over my body. No other perfume was half so sweet.
I wore a light cotton sundress with no underwear. Rick nonchalantly stroked the top of my leg and thigh at every chance he could. His every touch burned its way into my brain. My nipples felt tender and begged to be released from the constraints of the dress. I bought a few vegetables and gave them to the Cook. I suggested that we go for a walk along the grass airstrip, away from prying eyes and ears. Rick was as eager as me for us to be alone.
We walked to the end of the airstrip and talked of many things. I told Rick of my dissatisfaction with my marriage, made worse by my awakening. We talked of trivial things and shared things that exposed our very souls. Wow what a man, what a soul mate. With every glance, with every breath, with every word he seduced me over and over again. Just looking at him casually strolling by my side made me feel weak at the knees. At that moment I don't think I could have refused him anything.
We had just started our walk back towards the settlement when the rain came. Although it was only eleven o'clock in the morning this was the beginning of the wet season so these sudden torrential downpours were a daily occurrence. It fell from the sky with a vengeance. We were soaked to the skin in seconds. Laughing we ran for the shelter of a discussed house. The structure was built on stilts, underneath had been left as compacted earth. We ran under the house. I shook my head like a dog that had just had a bath. The thin wet fabric of my dress was plastered to my body like a second skin. Still laughing I looked up at Rick. I stopped laughing. His shirt was also plastered to his body, a most alluring sight. I could feel my pussy quivering with excitement. I kept thinking 'I don't believe this man is able to engender these responses from my body'. Rick stepped towards me and ran his fingers through my hair. "You are an incredibly sensual, sexy, erotic woman." We kissed deeply and passionately for what seemed like a lifetime. Rick bent down and caught the hem of my short dress. He lifted it up and began to peel the dress off my body. As the wet fabric was peeled from my damp skin it felt as though a layer of me was being stripped away making me more accessible to him. I took the hem of his shirt and enjoyed peeling it slowly from his body.
I looked down at Rick's legs under his shorts. The hairs on his legs glistened with droplets of water. I wanted to lick them up, every one. As I unbuttoned his shorts and peeled them off him a low anticipatory sound came from my throat. It was a mixture of the sound a lioness makes before she pounces on her pray and the mewing sound she makes when she feels vulnerable.
As one we lowered ourselves onto the dusty ground. Thoughts of keeping our clothes clean were irrelevant. We were consumed with a desire to drive each other to heights yet unexplored.
The sounds of the rain upon the tin roof of the house drowned out the noise of the nearby marketplace. A 'white noise' that wrapped around us like a liquid cocoon as our bodies began to once again explore one another. Laying on the ground, still warm from the heat of the day, yet feeling the coolness of the moisture was a delicious combination. As Dorothy knelt over me, her knees on either side of my chest, I motioned her higher. She slithered up my chest, leaving a damp trail of her female wetness on my body, my chest hairs tickling her shaved pussy and clit as she moved ever forward. The want, desire, lust (dare I hope love) in her eyes as she looked into mine stirred me.
Reaching my arms under her legs, curling up to cup her ass, I pulled her forward until her delectable mound was over my face. With her legs spread to straddle my face she was completely open to me, her pink lips swollen and puffy from our flirtatious activity in the market. Her scent had the same effect it always had on me and she knew it. She reached behind her to confirm her suspicions as I pulled her down to my waiting mouth. As my tongue slid between her folds, she inhaled deeply while her hand grasped my engorged member aggressively. The faster I licked, the faster she stroked, or more accurately, pumped my cock.
CRACK!! The thunder roared overhead, shaking the structure we were under, but our passion went undaunted, in fact increased. Electricity charged the air, the lightning was so close we could smell the ozone upon it. Dorothy sat bolt upright on my face as continued to lick, suck and nibble her pussy. The thunder caused an increase in her flow and an increase in my hardness as well. "Oh God, I love the thunder," we said almost simultaneously, giggling in spite of ourselves.
CRACK!!!! Even louder, were that possible, the thunderclap shook the ground we lay upon. I was like a starved animal, having my first meal after a week as I ate her. Dorothy's hips convulsed, then thrust hard upon me as her climax swept over her. "Oh, YES!" she cried, her voice enveloped by the sound of the rain and thunder. "Fuck my hot cunt with your tongue!" Dorothy demanded, breathing heavily, as she ground her pussy into me. Over and over she thrust her hips up and down along my face, bathing me in her juices as she had the longest, most intense orgasm I had ever witnessed. It seemed to last forever. Thank God, she had released my cock beforehand or I could have auditioned for the soprano position at the Ulana Opera Company!
Dorothy's actions possessed me, her words drove me insane with passion. Never had I wanted to take a woman so hard and I wanted to look into her eyes as I did.
Lifting her light frame off me, I lay her on the ground, not as gently as would normally be my custom. Kneeling between her legs, grasping them, placing her calves on my shoulders, I guided my weapon to her waiting pussy and sheathed it to the hilt in one long hard deep stroke. Her eyes opened wide at the sensation as the tip of my cock struck her cervix. I grasped her thighs, pulling her toward me, sliding her ass up along my thighs, her lower back off the ground, only her shoulders supporting her on the earthen floor upon which she lay. Kneeling then, raising her ass ever farther off the ground I plunged my rock hard cock in and out of her slick slit. My eyes completely focused on her saucer wide eyes, those incredibly blue orbs that I wanted to melt in, be consumed by, yet I was consuming her with my unbridled lust.
What had possessed me? Was it the storm, the electricity, the desire to have an orgasm as intense as the one I had witnessed with Dorothy? I knew not at that moment, so intense upon my mission was I. All I knew was that I wanted to have this woman so badly, to take her so intensely that we physically melted into each other and became one being, one soul...and I never wanted to return to what it had been before I met her.
Dorothy's eyes began to glaze as her head whipped from side to side, another climax washing over her. Suddenly I wanted to be as close as possible with her. Lowering her legs from upon my shoulders, wrapping them around my waist, I leaned over her body, wrapping my arms around her, beneath her, my arms between her and the Earth, my hands wrapped around her shoulders, our faces only inches apart. As I felt her heels against my ass, spurring me like a stallion, pulling me deeper into her, our mouths met. A soul searing kiss, our tongues like snakes in a den as my head swelled within her, within my lovely sweet Dorothy. My contractions began deep in my belly and continued up the length of my shaft, flowing through me like one of the lightning bolts we had witnessed earlier. Flowing through me and into Dorothy, possessing both of us at the same time, melding our souls into one. Over and over we came, our bodies jolted as though we had been strapped together in an electric chair, alternately contracting and relaxing as the indescribable pleasure overtook us.
When it was over, we looked at each other once again. Tears were gently flowing down both our faces. The joy we had found in each other's arms was obvious.
We casually dressed, taking time to kiss and caress each other yet again as we did. Extricating ourselves from our hideaway we walked back toward the villa, relishing the clean feeling the summer storm had left in it's wake.
As we started down the road I was very aware of all my senses. The sounds of the birds in the trees, the smell of the verdant greenery, the feeling of the rough road through the thin soles of my leather sandals, the taste of Rick's skin on my tongue, a very slight change in Rick's facial features.
I was walking a little unsteadily. Whether or not the unsteady walk was from having my pubic area well used and it was letting me know that unaccustomed exercise has a penalty, didn't matter. It was a feeling I wished I could recapture again and again. I had the sweet awareness of fluid, which signified the essence of Rick and me seeping out of me. It rolled from that most sacred of all orifices, down over the lips of my pink swollen pussy and ran in a slow running stream down the inside of my smooth thighs, just as my tears rolled down my cheeks. As it left the haven between my legs I couldn't help but think that it was the analogy of how Rick would trickle out of my life as I was forced to watch his jeep drive away down the dusty road, out of sight. I felt elated by our shared gift and yet devastated.
The bitter sweet love which lifted me to heights beyond my imagination also plunged me to depths of despair I had also never known. When I thought of losing Rick and what we had I felt like being sick. A love people only dream about, a closeness people would kill for. My fat tears welled in my eyes and rolled slowly down my cheeks and I wiped them away with the back of my hand. I didn't want Rick to see I was upset. It wasn't fair to put him under any obligation. He had already given me so much more than anyone else in the universe.
When we arrived back at the villa it was three o'clock. Only a few hours before 'they' would be back. A pall settled over us, as though we were sitting on death row, waiting for that telephone call we knew in our hearts would never come.
I knew I had but one chance and I was bound and determined to take it. Taking Dorothy's hand in mine, I looked into her eyes.
"I can't offer you the excitement of being a Commissioner's wife, Dorothy. I can't offer you the parties, the society, the money. All I have to offer is myself and my undying love for you. I can promise you that I will always love you, that I will make your days pleasurable, your nights memorable. This is my last assignment in Africa. I'm being transferred back to the States when I return to my office. Please come back with me, we can leave right now. John can find his own way back to the office."
The tears pooled in her blue eyes, coloring them even deeper than before. As they slowly rolled down her cheeks, circling around the curve of her mouth, she slowly shook her head, unable to speak. With that answer, I kissed her cheek, tasting the salt from her tears, stood and took my leave.
I couldn't stay any longer. Going to my room, I packed my meager belongings into my duffel, clicked shut the laptop and left the room. Taking one last long look down the hallway into the living area, Dorothy was nowhere to be seen. So much the better, because I couldn't bear to say good-bye to her.
As I walked out of the villa, along the wooden porch, hearing the sounds my boots made upon the deck, my heart was broken. The heat of the day had returned and was stifling. Downtrodden, I walked toward where the Jeep was parked, my shoulders slumped, my eyes cast down toward the dusty ground.
"So what are they wearing in the States these days?"
Looking upward, toward the Jeep, there sat Dorothy, her golden hair blowing in the gentle breeze of the African afternoon. I raced to her, embracing her beautiful form, our mouths locked. Our faces wet, not from perspiration, but from joy, I stepped back looking at her.
"I can't lose you," was all she said.
Climbing into the Jeep, turning the ignition, we drove down the dusty road without a backwards glance to what was. Our eyes were on the road ahead and what was to be........