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Title:
Inca Gold: Part 2 -- Preparations.
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Short Description:
Organising the Expedition.
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Category: Erotic Couplings
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Tags:
First time, Interracial, Lesbian Sex, Non consent.
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Word Count:
18,310
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Preamble:
Hi, and thank you for choosing my story.
Please consider the preamble for Part 1 as an integral part of this episode. Also, as with most of my work, there is a good deal of background and character building in the early stages. For this reason, many aspects of later parts will be better understood by reading the episodes in sequence.
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Initial Discussions
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Jason and Simon had arranged to meet in the bar again, shortly after their episode with the two Spanish ladies. Simon was looking forward to another possible encounter like the last one, and his dick was preparing itself in anticipation, but this time he was surprised to find Marika sitting with Jason as he arrived. Clearly she noticed his
'puzzlement'
as he approached, and she smiled, but said nothing.
"Oh," Simon exclaimed. "I didn't realise there would be three of us here."
"Simon. Buddy. You've met Marika, haven't you?" Jason began, standing to greet his friend.
"Yes," Simon replied. "Very briefly," he added, taking the lady's hand and leaning forward to kiss her fingers.
"That isn't a problem, is it? Me being here?" Marika asked - a suggestive smile on her face.
"Well... No... I suppose it doesn't
have
to be," he replied as he returned her smile with an element of caution.
Marika was a striking beauty, being quite tall and while her native roots were clearly of Eastern or Asian origin, that was where the evidence of her background ended.
She was in fact, of Filipino descent, on her father's side (her mother being half African), which showed in her facial characteristics - high cheekbones and tan skin colour. But while most Filipino girls were quite small, Marika was fairly sturdily built - certainly not overweight in any way, but far more substantial than many of her peers might be.
This worked to Marika's advantage in many ways, because she had a certain
penchant
for the ladies as well as men, and she would often use her physical attributes to take advantage of some cute young girl, if she so fancied (which she frequently did). She would think nothing of this, reasoning that,
'most young women like to be dominated, or why would they submit to a man?'
She stood to greet him, smiling and offering her hand to shake, rather formally.
She was very slightly shorter than Simon - probably around five feet nine tall, with long dark, almost black hair which was pulled back into a pony tail on this occasion, although he would later learn that she liked it to hang loose and free.
She was wearing an open fronted top made from a thick, gold coloured silky material. It was a sort of wrap-around design, with long
ribbon
style cords attached to the ends of the hem, which passed around her upper waist and were tied off behind her, leaving a good deal of midriff bare. Not only was that though, the top itself, being open at the front, left little to the imagination in terms of the cleavage on display, and as she stood to lean forward offering her hand, Simon imagined it was only luck that stopped more of her shapely form from falling out.
For the lower half, she wore a pair of quite short, bum-hugging shorts that displayed most of her long, tanned legs, and although Simon couldn't see her feet, the hugely sensual vision would later be completed by white ankle socks and white trainers.
Simon was immediately taken by her, and although tall, buxom women were never really his
thing,
he found himself enchanted by her captivatingly big, dark eyes, her long fluttering lashes, and her incredibly full, luscious looking lips.
When she spoke, the deep, sensual voice completed the dream. Simon was lost to her - if only for a fleeting moment.
"I hope you don't mind me asking," Simon began, "but... well, in the nicest possible way..." he paused before adding, "Please... I mean no disrespect," he added, raising his hands in a defensive gesture while hedging the issue, "but... well, why would you want to bring your girlfriend along?"
"You mean to this meeting?" Jason asked. He let out a light, dismissive laugh. "I plan to bring Marika on the expedition!" he explained. "And, we are both here now because... well, I know Marika will be able to offer some useful input to the selection process," he added.
Simon looked puzzled - almost shocked.
"You surely didn't think I was going to let Jason off on a jaunt like this on his own, did you?" Marika asked. "Not with lots of gorgeous young women on board," she grinned.
"Women?" Simon replied, in surprise.
"Oh, now I see," Marika grinned. "You didn't know, did you," she laughed.
"Of course," Jason told him. "We'll need a support team," he grinned.
"What sort of support team?" Simon asked. "What for?"
"A team of attractive young women of course," Marika smiled.
"To keep us warm at night," Jason sniggered.
"Didn't we discuss this already?" Simon asked, but Jason didn't reply. He looked back and forth between Jason and Marika, and it finally dawned on him that the plans had already been made, and whilst not yet
quite
set in stone, there seemed little point in discussing the matter further.
"So..." Marika began again, "I think we have our planner - that's you," she smiled, "and Jason has a reputation for getting things done, so he will be the Captain. Is that OK with you?" she asked of Simon.
"What? Oh, yes... I suppose," he nodded, absently. He was still thinking about what their plans might entail.
"Then, we'll need to enlist a sponsor," Marika added.
"A sponsor? What for?" Simon asked.
"To sponsor us?" Jason responded, by way of a question, making it sound more like stating the obvious.
"Why do we need a sponsor?" Simon asked, sounding genuinely puzzled.
"Simon!" Jason began. "How much money do you have?"
"On me?" He asked.
"No Simon," Jason sighed. "Saved up. How much money could you lay your hands on in, say, a couple of weeks?"
"Oh, well... probably four to five hundred I suppose," he smiled.
"And, if you could pull in a few loans, how much then?"
"Oh, I dunno. Around a thou I guess," he smiled. "Why?"
"Me too," Jason agreed, "How about you Marika?"
"Me? I only have what we have together," she said, solemnly.
