Kyra's honeymoon to Africa has taken a horrible turn. After witnessing her husband's death, she narrowly escaped into the jungle. Having survived the raging river, with the last of her strength, she collapsed on the muddy riverbank. Hours later, she woke up to find herself in someone's home and bed. The décor was strange to say the least. Cooking implements were piled against the mud walls. Once on her feet, she gingerly made her way outside. Kyra found herself in a clearing with a magnificent waterfall emptying into a lagoon. It almost seemed magical with the rising mist and the lush green surrounding. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone coming towards her.
He was a tall dark man about 6 '2" and certainly an intimidating fellow. Wearing nothing but a loincloth, beads of sweat glistened off his muscular build. In his hand, he wielded a machete and his eyes transfixed on the beautiful stranger. She kept her eyes on him, genuinely afraid of him. There was no clue to his intentions. As he moved closer, she retreated always keeping a distance.
"You have nothing to fear. Welcome to my home." He greeted her.
"You speak English? Who are you?" Kyra asked with a confused expression.
"I am Kouassi and you are?" replied the African.
"My name is Kyra."
"That is a most unusual name." Kouassi said.
He offered some smoke fish and a potato-like vegetable that have been boiled. But she was still apprehensive ignoring her empty stomach.
"Do you live here alone?"
"Now I do. My brother once shared my home until a year ago." Kouassi said. "where is your home?"
"Well it's pretty far..." she began before trailing off.
Kyra felt uneasy lying on her bed, staring aimlessly above her. Across the fire, Kouassi's attention was on the woman. His eyes locked on her breasts, rising and falling with each breath in the soft amber firelight. He began to reminisce the moment he found her on the riverbank. Now whether it was the gods' doing or fate, Kouassi wasn't sure but he was glad to have brought her home. She was truly a woman of caliber and a perfect bride, although his mother wouldn't approve at all.
The next morning Kouassi woke up full of excitement and anxiety. He was to bring some medicine to his mother, who was staying with his sister. Kyra was still asleep and when she shifted, her tank top slid down. The top of her breasts, nestled inside her black lace bra became visible stopping Kouassi in his tracks. He was drawn to it like a moth to the light, but just as reached his hand out, Kyra began to stir. He quickly pulled his hand back and went on his way. As he trekked through the jungle, mind was on his guest back home. Kyra woke up to find she was alone. She picked at the smoked fishes left beside her bed and ate silently. After breakfast, she went down to the lagoon to wash her hands and face. Looking at her reflection, she was appalled. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess and her clothes as well. She smelled like a dirty laundry hamper. It has been several days since she had a shower and she was overdue for one.
The pristine water looked so refreshing and inviting. Of course there was the matter of prying eyes but she was in the middle of nowhere. The only prying eyes that worried Kyra were Kouassi's. She had no knowledge when he left or when he would be back. Prompted not only by her odor but also the unforgiving heat, Kyra decided to take a dip in the pool. Throwing caution to the wind, she began to undress. She pulled her mud stained tank top over her head and cast it aside. Next Kyra unclasped her bra and let fall to the ground. Then she unzipped her shorts and panties down her long legs in one smooth motion. Slowly Kyra waded into the pool. The water was cool and a relief from the relentless heat. It was truly relaxing.
