African Tempest

A calmness was descending on the East Coast of Africa. Maputo, the capital of Mozambique was bathed in sunshine, light breezes with the hush of Indian ocean waves lapping against the coastline. The air was still, and with an idyllic setting with no thought or warnings of the chaos and terror that was about to overcome the unwary population.

The young woman looked up at the sky as she walked towards her car, parked close to the local hospital and within the city centre. A look of apprehension etched on her face, her hospital scrubs loosely fitting over her petite frame. A final year medical student now preparing to make her way home to the outskirts of the city. Driving out of the city along the N2 highway, the traffic building up on route up to the Matola-Maputo toll plaza, crossing the Rio Matola Bridge. The young woman looked to her left and frowned at the dark storm clouds building up over the Indian Ocean. As much as she showed some concern at the cloud structure, she could not but look in awe at the beauty of the clear azure blue sky with the backdrop of the dark ominous background. A perfect artists' setting she thought.

Caroline was a petite black African woman, only 22 years old and highly intelligent. Her face was a typical of the local population, strong cheekbones, narrow forehead and chin, black pupils, slightly narrowed eyes and African hairstyle. Her breasts still childlike, though perfect in relation to her body and a butt, round and cute. A woman of beauty, who turned heads wherever she went.

She turned on the radio and listened to the songs, sometimes sad, which was how she enjoyed at times. Her hand descended to between her legs and she rubbed herself. Caroline was sexually active up to the point of her insistence of remaining a virgin, her sexual activity had included online sex with strangers, and a relationship presently with her long-time boyfriend.

The radio station suddenly interrupted her pleasurable thoughts with an urgent weather warning for the Maputo metropole. Heavy rain was due within hours? Caroline thought that this was impossible, there are normally long-range warnings.

The torrential rain arrived within hours of the late weather warning. An area covering the West and Southern parts of Mozambique was accentuated by South African rivers flooding low lying land within the outskirts of Maputo. Caroline's house was close to this area, and she hurried home before she could find herself in danger. Once home she removed her scrubs and changed into shorts and a tee shirt. The devilment took over her persona and she decided to dance in the rain. Her tee shirt became extremely wet resulting in her nipples showing right through the thin material. The form of her small breasts obvious to be seen and her shorts dripping water down her smooth inner thighs. It was at this point that Caroline had not noticed that her neighbour Jason was standing watching her. She had herself not noticed that her nipples and breasts were easily visible. It was only when she had sent some of her pics dancing in the rain to her long time Master and friend Bill who commented on her nipples, that she realized that she was showing more than she should. Caroline dashed back inside.

Jason lived in the same housing development as Caroline. They had chatted before casually, and Jason did help out residents now and again with any maintenance issues. Jason was in his mid to late thirties, reasonably tall, black African with a good physique. He was single and had been thinking about asking Caroline if she would like to go for lunch with him one day. He knew there was an age difference between them, what he did not know was that Caroline preferred older men.

When he noticed Caroline dancing he could not take his eyes off her. She was dancing and singing in the rain, her breasts looked beautiful and she looked so happy. Being a gentleman he did avert his eyes before she noticed him and retired back to his apartment. There he could not forget what he had seen, lay on his bed, closed his eyes, and undid his shorts. Jason masturbated himself there and then on his bed with the vision of Caroline deep in his mind.

The torrential rain continued and the flooding got worse, many people were in danger of losing their lives and roads and bridges were being swept away. Caroline was one of the few residents with a generator and she helped to charge fellow residents with power for their mobile phones. During this time the generator failed and she could not restart it. She could only think of her neighbor Jason to help her restart the generator, she called on him and told him of her predicament. Jason being the helpful gentleman of course readily agreed to help and he went over with Caroline to her home. This was the first time Jason had been in her home and the closest that he had been to Caroline, he fixed the generator and Caroline offered him a hot drink for his efforts. Both enjoyed chatting with each other, mostly about the horrible weather they were experiencing, but there was an obvious meeting of minds, and they were very comfortable with each other. When he left, Caroline now had thoughts about Jason and her hands fondled her own breasts for a few seconds. It was a natural reaction to her being close to a man, her sexual desires coming to the forth. She would have to set up another meeting with this gorgeous man and see where it may lead too.

A few weeks later Caroline had been on her own in her special place and she was feeling horny. She lifted her top and caressed her breasts, her nipples hardened under her fingers, Caroline rubbed herself over her panties and then removed them and felt skin on skin. Her fingers worked herself up to a frenzied orgasm and as she came she involuntarily shouted out the name Jason. She realized what name that she had shouted out and felt slightly embarrassed, but smiled to herself. She wanted this man she really did want him.

Caroline called Jason and invited him for a lunch that she wanted to prepare for him, a chicken dish that she was sure that he would enjoy. The previous day Caroline and her boyfriend had spent the day together at her home, but she still went ahead and invited Jason. To her glee, Jason accepted the invitation. Caroline was feeling a little naughty and even felt that she was being more like a prostitute than as a grateful neighbour. Jason came over and they spent the afternoon in the kitchen chatting and laughing together. He offered to help her with any maintenance problems she may have in her house in the future. They sat next to each other at the kitchen table and even fed each other playfully, there was an obvious mutual feeling for each other, even if nothing was mentioned between them. They parted late afternoon not before Caroline had suggested another lunchtime meeting. They agreed to making a fish lunch together in a few days' time, Jason even offered to supply the fish.

The day arrived, both Caroline and Jason did not know what to expect of each other. Jason was at the age where he respected women, yet he knew that something other than a lunch may be on the menu, he was not going to push it though. Caroline was at a time in her cycle that could mean she may be overcome by emotions, but she was still a principled woman, and it would mean keeping control of any situation that may arise. Jason had bought the fish as he said he would and Caroline had prepared the sides, they again prepared the lunch together, chatting and laughing all afternoon. WhJaen it came to finishing the lunch, it was now late afternoon, Caroline suggested they watch a movie together, Caroline had already set up a movie that had the subject matter of a girl forced into prostitution. The scene was set and both knew that this was dangerous, but exciting.

Caroline sat on the couch and Jason sat next to her, there was less than a few inches between them. Those inches became a touch between their hips and as the movie progressed into sexual visual scenes the touches became feelings. Jason was shuffling and attempting to disguise a throbbing erection in his pants, he was actually feeling a little embarrassed. Caroline too was aching between her thighs and she knew that her panties were becoming damp. The movie sex scenes were becoming more and more erotic and Jason had given up on trying to hide his erection, the bulge in his pants by now was difficult to hide. Caroline could not help herself opening her legs and rubbing herself up and down while lifting her skirt and exposing her very tiny panties. Jason was also now rubbing his erection through his pants as they both watched the prostitute in the movie having her legs spread and being mounted by a paying customer, her moans were arousing Caroline and Jason into an orgasmic frenzy

They both turned to each other with an embarrassing glance, looked at each other, Caroline looking directly at the bulge in Jason's pants, and Jason was fixated on Caroline's lips spread open by the material of her panties. Caroline removed her top and exposed her cute breasts, her nipples and areola prominent, Jason removed his pants and continued to stroke his erection. There they were, two people half naked together and they continued to perform Tantric sex, there would be no penetrative sex, they both understood that. Jason orgasmed first followed within seconds by Caroline, they both moaned in unison and the movie was forgotten. Caroline rested her head on Jason's shoulder while Jason caressed her breasts, they were as one and blessed to be together.

The movie ended with neither Caroline or Jason really understanding what happened, even the movie plot was not understood. All they knew was that they had experienced something between them that was beautiful. Caroline then went to shower and smiled as she washed away the ecstasy of the moment. Jason dressed and left a note on the table. 'Lunch at my place" is all that was said, it was enough.

BJ

9 March 2023