CYNTHIA'S AFRICAN ADVENTURE
Cynthia knew that his eyes were on her, even as she chatted with others in the group who had signed up for a day on the pristine beach that was one of many in this part of Kenya's renowned coastal region.
She remembered the sandy stretches only too well from her days of living on the outskirts of Nairobi and when her husband had worked for an educational establishment. Such work often took him away, for a day or two at a time, and when he supervised the administration of other schools in the district. It was all part of the job that he, as an 'ex-pat', was once allowed to pursue.
For her part, she did what she could to support Jeffrey in his work, to look after their two young children, and even if some thought her a haughty woman, at times, they both made friends easily. In the later years of their lives in Kenya, they had bought a property with some outbuildings and had set about creating a little oasis at the edge of the bush where people could spend a few days' holiday and sample the delights of a wildlife safari. She had made money out of it and the work kept her occupied.
Others, not so adventurous or who had seen enough, could laze by the swimming pool that Jeffrey had scraped the money together to have local tradesmen build in a shorter time than many had believed possible.
The time came for Jeffrey to retire and they had resettled in England but had resolutely refused to allow the distance between where they now lived, and their 'second home', to keep them from staying in contact with those who had loyally served them over the years in Kenya and whom they counted on as friends.
"Is it not too hot for you, Thia?" she was asked as her group broke up and went out for a swim, she remained seated at the table that a conical roof, of palm tree fronds, shielded from the fierceness of the sun.
"No, I'm bearing up, Jaali," she smiled and took him in with one glance of her eyes that were shielded by a large pair of sunglasses. She knew that he would not have seen her in such a dressed down way before, her soft pink halter neck bikini shaping her, the triangular cups holding the weight of her large breasts, and that she had been dismayed to see shaped her nipples when she stepped out of the sea and before she had covered herself in a floaty sundress. "I remember the days when we all came down here...swam and had a barbecue, that you helped to arrange and did so well."
"With Cora you mean and when she looked after your kids?"
"Yes, those days, Jaali."
She said it as she remembered his late wife, a bustling woman who was always dressed brightly and who had competed with her in running the house and holiday rooms, while Jaali did some chores, odd jobs for Jeffrey that he fitted in whenever his main work as a community administrator allowed. He now lived off his savings and whatever work that he could find, but he looked after himself and she still saw the strong man of years gone by. That he also had a roving eye, in her case, had not escaped her attention and she felt somewhat discomfited to realise that she was to be alone in the holiday complex that she and Jeffrey had built while, annoyingly, he was away on a hastily arranged safari.
Thia, for it, was the name Jaali always used for her and not 'Misses Cynthia' from before, watched him as he took a bottle of lemonade from the cool box he had brought, for them all, to go with their lunches and that those who now ran the holiday retreat, had prepared. His short-cropped hair, once so dark against his ebony skin, had turned white and she saw his chest hair too, through the button line of his polo shirt, large toed feet poking out from under his faded khaki-coloured cotton trousers. His deck shoes had been left in the minibus that he drove and was part of one of Jaali's business ventures.
"I make a new life since she goes from me, Thia," he said with a shrug and on looking her way with stilled, dark, eyes. "I always liked how you spoke to her whom I miss. But, I make a new life now that she has gone from me for good."
"I'm sorry to mention her..." she answered gently sensing his loneliness.
"Do not be sorry but thank you for speaking about her. You only have me to talk to from those days now, and I get a chance to do that today." He said it in his deep gravelly voice and on looking away. "The others are calling for you to go for a swim..."
"I'd better go, then." She wondered again what he would make of her as she tugged away her beach dress.
"You stay beautiful, Thia, even as the years go by." He said it as she stepped onto the hot sand. It provoked Thia to quicken her steps. "I can say that to you now!"
Jaali watched the beguiling white woman stride into the surf before she dove underneath the surface and rose close to where the others were bathing. Seeing her again a week ago, on her arrival with Jeffrey, had made him realize just how much he had missed the Englishwoman, she who was tall, slim but not skinny, with her lovely softly tanned complexion and skin, her greying hair like a crown and cut short and making her face all the better der to see. Yes, he hungered again for the woman seen swimming, a woman with long slender legs, firm thighs, and a narrow waist that flared at the hips, her bum shaped so wonderfully by her bikini briefs. And, he had always taken delight in seeing the sway of her fleshy tits and imagined their weight, took pleasure again, now, o seeing their sensuous droop. He'd wondered about her and seeing Thia in that bikini he no longer needed to reimagine how her nipples poked at the wet fabric, that they were big, long, and rounded. They seemed to be permanently erect, even as he had seen her bikini dry out in the heat of the day.
"I sure want you woman," he murmured and felt the ache in his groin and the tightening in his sac. Hie prick needed a workout and he sure wanted it to be with her...while there was just the chance, now that her man was away for the night, maybe two.
He gathered up the debris of their lunches and stuffed the rubbish sacks he'd had the foresight to bring, thinking all the while of Thia and her tits; how he wanted to get those nipples in his mouth, to touch and squeeze them with his fingers, and then to explore and know of that haughty white woman's body that belonged on someone much younger than Thia was known to be.
He stepped across the hot sand and felt the cool of the seawater as it lapped the shore. He clapped his hands and called out to them all, men and women in the group, all of them married and living in the half dozen lodges of the compound Thia and her man had built, out in the bush but not so far from where he had his place.
"We get ready to go now! The weather will be stormy tonight...so...so we go back before it comes!"
He ached for a quite different storm and with the woman that he saw waving to him as she began to stride through the water and back to the table the small group had been seated at.
From the way that Thia had looked at him, again, as she passed him and dried off, her breasts moving under that halter neck bikini top as she did that and then slipped on her beach dress, he knew that she was aware of his interest, of a longing for her, perhaps, that she now knew was not a secret to be kept from her any longer.
Ngono...he wanted to have sex with the woman who had become like a goddess to him and who he wanted to drain him of all that he had and that no one had tasted or felt in the time since his woman had gone.
Ngono...yes, he wanted to fuck the white woman and have her feel the meat of a different man from whatever Jeffrey brought to her. Thia would learn from him that he cared for her, but that 'care' would be so very different from all that had gone before.
The sight of the woman, in her wet bikini, had gotten into his blood and now, with the sight of thunder clouds bubbling up on the horizon, he knew that a tempestuous night might well await them. Her man, Jeffrey, was out in the Masai Mara, somewhere, and sampling the sights of the wild.
His woman would be alone in her lodge, and like the others, she would have to see out the unseasonal rainstorm that threatened to break before they got back. The rain would beat on the roof like a drumbeat and even he had felt a shiver of concern when some storms had been endured in the past as his woman had clung to him. He'd slipped her a length, that he knew that she loved as a means to distract her from all that went on beyond the window, so why not show concern for the woman whom he knew would not sit beside him as he drove the group back to their holiday compound? The two of them could keep their interest in each other to themselves, for now.
Perhaps, even for her, the realisation of what was happening between them had to be fully taken in.
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Cynthia listened to the drumming of the rain on her lodge's roof. It sounded like someone dragging a heavy box down a flight of stairs as each wind gust caught the deluge. The wind soughed in the eaves and spattered the rain against the windows. Who would be out in this, she could only wonder, and Jeffrey came to mind as he took on a trip into the bush...without her and that had not been a part of their holiday plans. She had done enough of them to know that the novelty of it had worn a bit thin. She had lived in the country, after all, for some years and they had wanted to return to and catch up with those they knew and still lived close to the holiday complex they had put so much effort and a good part of their lives into.
She was relieved to have reached the decision not to accompany him as she listened to the sounds of the unseasonal tempest outside. Her mind was not truly settled, however.
Jaali had wished her a pleasant evening and she had suppressed her disappointment that they would not spend some time together with the others in the group who were chatty until the effects of a day spent on the beach took its toll. So, they braved the squalls and went to their lodges. She had to accept that the squalls might interfere with mobile phone networks and it would explain why Jeffrey had not called. He knew the country well, its quirky weather and so she chose not to fret about not knowing just where he had chosen to go with others on a short safari.
She made ready for the night washed her face and smoothed moisturiser onto her naked skin, the effects of a day out in the sun not to be seen. Sun block had saved her from that discomfort, but the sun and the fresh air had brought out the darker tones of her freckles, a dusting on her skin that was pronounced on her chest bone and breasts, less on her arms.
