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!"
