Jeremy was walking along Gunjur beach, when he saw, in the distance, another lone white man walking towards him. As he got nearer Jeremy thought to himself, "I know this man."
"Hello, is that you Joe?"
It was - they had met about six months earlier at a restaurant in Senegambia, when Joe made his first visit to Gambia on his wanderings around West Africa. After a while Joe explained that he was heading towards Senegal but needed somewhere cheap to stay for a week or two before he crossed the border. He had tried a few places at Gunjur but they were either too expensive or were just plain awful.
A plan was beginning to form in Jeremy's mind, and he decided there and then to invite Joe to stay with him and his African wife, Fatou. Jeremy outlined his plan to Joe.
"That's a big ask, Jeremy. I'll need some time to think about it, but a lot will depend on how I get on with Fatou, and, more importantly, how she feels about me. But, I would like to come and meet her. Most of all, I need a shower after being on the road for a few days."
He thought to himself "what have I got to lose and, if it doesn't work out, at least I'll have a comfortable couple of nights then I can move on."
"Stay as long as you like," urged Jeremy, "and, if you have any washing, Fatou will be happy to do it and anything else you need, just ask."
Joe made no promises about Jeremy's other suggestion as he wanted to meet Fatou first before giving any commitment.
When Jeremy and Joe arrived home, after an initial introduction, Jeremy took Fatou into their bedroom to discuss the arrangements about Joe staying for a while. Jeremy explained the plan, and Fatou, after some initial protest, eventually gave in to Jeremy's persuasion, and agreed that Joe could stay.
"You know this might be the answer to our prayers, Fatou, let's give it a try. These opportunities don't come along that often."
Fatou came out to greet Joe and gave him a very warm smile and welcome, saying, "hi Joe, give me your dirty clothes, and I'll get on with the washing but first, I'll make you a cup of tea."
"That would be lovely," replied Joe, "then I think I could do with a shower as I've been on the road for a couple of days." He smiled back at Fatou and thought how young and beautiful she looked. He was very pleasantly surprised.
Jeremy made an excuse to go off to do some shopping for lunch, leaving the two of them alone at the house. He whispered in Fatou's ear, 'I'll be gone at least an hour so that you'll have a chance to get to know Joe better. Be nice to him."
Joe sat on the verandah drinking his tea and relaxing after his tiring walk whilst he watched Fatou doing his washing for him. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he gazed at Fatou's shapely ass through her tight African-style wrapper. He occasionally caught a glimpse of her small, pert mango-sized breasts jiggling up and down as she vigorously scrubbed his clothes. He couldn't help thinking about his chat on the beach with Jeremy and wondered what Fatou's naked body looked like. There was no doubt she was a beautiful black African and he was already warming to the prospect of becoming a stud for her.
Fatou hung out the washing to dry and asked Joe if he needed more tea.
"I'd really like to take a shower now, if that's ok with you?" Joe enquired.
"No problem," said Fatou, "I'll show you where it is and how it works."
Joe was pleasantly surprised at how well she spoke English and there was no disguising the fact that he was slowly becoming attracted to her. Fatou led him by the hand through the living room, into the bedroom and opened the door to the en-suite bathroom. This was far more luxurious than anything else he had experienced in his recent few months in West Africa slumming it in cheap hostels and camping sites. A proper western type toilet, shower and wash-basin greeted him. Fatou explained to him how the shower controls worked and then showed him where the soap, shampoo and sponge were.
Before leaving him alone, she remembered to add "Leave your dirty clothes by the door and I'll wash those for you too. You can have one of my husband's shirts and a pair of shorts, whilst yours are being washed and dried."
Fatou quickly slipped out of her all-in-one African wrapper dress and removed her panties. She wore no bra usually during her working day. She grabbed a large towel to cover herself. That reminded her that she'd forgotten to leave a towel for Joe.
Opening the door slightly with his towel in one hand, she took a sneaky peak inside to catch sight of Joe holding his penis over the toilet letting out a forceful stream of piss. She liked what she saw of his naked toned body and, in that instant, an idea came into her mind to take it to the next level.
"Oh, sorry, Joe, just thought you might need this" as she dropped the towel on the floor of the bathroom. "If there's anything else you need, just shout as I'll be nearby. Feel free to lay on the bed when you've done and I'll bring you another cup of tea or, whatever you want", added Fatou a little mischievously.
Joe was medium build, probably a little younger than her, Fatou was in her late thirties, and he had quite a handsome rugged weather-worn face. Fatou was getting more excited by the prospect of allowing this handsome young man to impregnate her.
Fatou waited outside the bathroom door for him to throw his dirty washing out. She collected his discarded clothes and had another sneaky peek around the door catching sight of the back of his naked body in the shower - she took a deep breath and thought about the next stage of her plan.
She remembered that her husband had given her a good signal that he would be at least an hour in Kartong doing the shopping for lunch so she knew she had plenty of time to put her plan into action. She made up her mind at that instant that she wanted this man inside her shooting his baby seeds deep inside her pussy, which was now feeling quite moist. She thought "that's a good sign, maybe it's ovulation time again."
When she got back to the kitchen, the kettle was boilt, and she made a cup of tea to take to the bedroom for Joe. From the bedroom, she could hear the shower still going full blast and decided to take a chance and walked into the shower, covered by her towel, knocking on the way in. "I'm sorry to disturb you again, Joe, but I really need to have a pee," Fatou sheepishly asked, a little embarrassed.
"Be my guest," Joe quickly replied, as he wiped soap from around his crotch area revealing a well-hung semi-erect member. Fatou stared, mesmerised, then turned and hung her towel on the back of the door. She stood there naked for a little longer than she first intended as she wanted to make sure Joe got a good eye-ful of, what her husband always told her, was her most sexy feature, namely her ample buttocks and shapely child-bearing hips.
Joe was a little startled by the sight of Fatou's naked body but there was no doubt he loved what he saw. Fatou's shiny ebony skin looked so enticing, whilst her perfectly shaped African ass and wide hips almost defied belief. Her body was even better than he had imagined it, and he licked his lips when he feasted his eyes on it. Her ass was truly magnificent. He could feel the blood flowing to his throbbing cock and quickly turned his back to Fatou, to hide his embarrassment.
"Don't turn around,Joe," she urgently requested as she sat on the loo and started to pee. She studied him from the back as she sat there. She thought he looked a little on the thin side from the back, but that was no bad thing as she was small-boned too. But he was nicely proportioned and had a lovely bum. She wondered if the front was as good as his backside.
