Out Of Afrika is a delightful interracial fantasy created by international authors Curt B, Julie Van and Wunderboi. We continue with our tale.
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Chapter 16
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Nadine Bally read her local evening paper with a martini in hand. It was another boring day in prospect with her husband away once again on an overseas business trip.
Nadine and George had both been born in the same town, gone to school together and had grown up together. She was introverted, shy and withdrawn as a teen and had few friends other than George with whom she spent most of her free time. It was no surprise when one day he asked her to marry him; indeed, it was an expectation by both his parents and hers. She said 'yes' though she thought at the time that he probably should have married his mother, who dominated his every thought and action.
Nadine and George had not had any kids. Both were products of staid old-fashioned parents, and neither had any experience with sex before marriage, indeed neither of their parents had helped prepare them for the night of their marriage when they would sleep together. They were complete without any advice as what was expected and their wedding night turned out to be an awkward experience. Nobody had told them that they needed to communicate their needs and desires and from that first night, they just muddled along in ignorance, vaguely unhappy and having no clue on how to deal with the whole sexual intercourse business.
However, everyone regarded them as being a 'good match' as George it was also said, had 'good prospects'.
Lately, his father had retired and George inherited the import-export business which, everyone said, was good. As a consequence, he began to spend more and more time in Asia where the majority of contracts were held. His business trips could last upwards of three weeks or even a month at a time which was quite different from Nadine's few acquaintances who should their husbands go away on business were 'single' for a week at most.
Nadine was desperately lonely.
As she read her daily newspaper it seemed that there were a lot of stories about the rapidly expanding businesses in nearby Hawksville. She smiled ruefully to herself as a few of the girls she called her friends thought of Hawksville as being 'nearby' when indeed it was an hour and a half drive away. With her conservative attitude, she felt Hawksville was just too far to go for a day's shopping (even though she'd heard great things about the new modern Rhino Centre) and return the same day. She recognized that the choice was hers and hers alone but with a sigh, she knew she was limited to the boring, traditional downtown of her hometown of Blaze.
She riffled through the paper and as she scanned the ads she remembered that she had promised her husband George that while he was away she would go and shop to buy a king-sized bed. Boring Blaze only gave one shopping choice, the local furniture store 'Diamond's', curiously for such a small town, a world-class producer of furniture with branches outside the state and particularly in North Carolina which was famous for its fine furniture manufacturing. She decided she would go the next morning.
The following day she went downtown and was still young enough at age 32 to turn heads and to be flattered by the senior high school boys when they whistled at her. This day she wore a nice yellow sundress. She debated what to wear underneath it and finally decided on a bra though she had seen plenty of women just use the support afforded by the top of the sundress.
Diamond's was, as usual, busy but finally, a saleswoman came by and helped her and explained the various options. As she listened to the sales pitch the owner Mr Diamond walked past and their eyes met. He greeted her warmly as he passed by and smiled.
She was genuinely surprised to see him for they had been great high school friends. He was part of an extended immigrant family from Africa and when she had started at the school he had befriended the shy teenager right at the precise moment she desperately needed a friend. His physical presence tall, strong and very black offered her protection from bullies, both boys and girls. He had been as smart as a whip and on graduation went off to Harvard where he received his Masters in Business. This she knew from reading the papers for she had not seen him since prom night many years earlier.
Nadine concluded her purchase with the friendly saleswoman but chose not to share her thought that the king-sized bed would provide even more separation between her and her husband. As she signed the credit slip she wondered if George had taken an Asian lover on his trips because one thing was certain and that was he showed no interest in his wife when he was home.
She was lost in her recurring thoughts when she heard a familiar low rumbling voice, "You seem far away in your thoughts young lady!"
She turned to look up at the handsome smiling black face of the only friend she had in high school. "Jackson, oh my, you startled me, it is so good to see you again. How could we both live in this small town of Blaze and not see each other for all these years?"
He reached out and took her hand. A simple gesture that occurred millions of times a day in business, but somehow it felt wonderful to her. His second warm hand enveloped hers and the sincerity in his voice could not be more honest and open and trustworthy, "Oh my dear Nadine, you still look eighteen, how do you do it, you must share your secret recipe."
She blushed a deep crimson as he continued with his flirting. "It is almost lunchtime, are you free for a bite to eat and a catch up on our news?"
He was still holding her hand, she hoped he would never let go. This simple act of innocent intimacy made her feel very special. Her husband never touched her anymore and suddenly in just a few minutes, Jackson had made her want to spend lots and lots of time with him.
"Oh yes, Jackson, I have nothing on for the rest of the day, buying this bed is the biggest item on my agenda all week!" She laughed and he did too, his perfect white teeth a dramatic contrast to his very black skin.
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Ingrid stretched like a cat, looking at the back of her lover Mr Botha. In the months since they became intimate, she often thought about their first night when he had taken her virginity so kindly and lovingly while taking her to the highest mountain of her desires and satisfying her with crashing orgasms for hours before they both fell into a deep sleep.
She was now wide awake, it was quite early and she did not want to disturb his rest. She admired his strong back, wide shoulders and thick muscled powerful legs that he had used so effectively last night pushing his big hard black cock into her as she screamed in pleasure. She was amazed at herself being able to accept his length which she surmised must be 11 inches when hard. She lovingly thought about his teachings in the early days and nights on how to pleasure his cock with her warm wet white mouth.
He had been patient and she had learned very quickly how to do as he asked and sometimes demanded.
She happily thought back to her high school days in Sweden and how she loved giving the boys handjobs when she turned eighteen. It was at her eighteenth birthday party when she had given the first black handjob in her life, and she remembered fondly his cock was so much bigger than the white boys'.
She dressed very provocatively those last months of high school, and while other boys requested her to go parking with them she kept coming back to her black friend. She learned how to space out the handjob, bringing him to the edge of orgasm and then changing the grip, going back to a lighter tickle and stroke.
When he did cum in her hand she would know instinctually how long to pump to fully drain his balls of all the cum to prolong his pleasure. Then she delighted in the inside of his wet undershorts as she held his cock and felt the softening of his love tool.
She would quietly hold and then ever so slowly begin again to massage his cock talking dirty to him until he got hard again. She knew about sucking cock from watching other girls perform at parties. Surprisingly, she had decided that she wanted to wait until she was older and perhaps even married to take any man's cock in her mouth. However, she talked about it incessantly with her girlfriends so they all thought she was indeed an enthusiastic cocksucker.
One night in the midst of making out with her black boyfriend in her family room she looked up to see her father watching quietly from the door to the dining room. For some strange reason she was excited by her father's presence, and instead of telling her black date to stop, she closed her eyes and opened her legs to permit him to finger her to her orgasm while 'daddy' watched.
She wondered if she would ever give her father a handjob or blowjob and the mere thought made her cum long and hard. She had doubted it until the incident on the plane flying over from Sweden when her hand had boldly touched her father's erection, and she was over the top with desire.
She loved him so.
She missed him and remembered fondly when she took him to the airport to return to Sweden. Mr Botha had sent them with his lovely black female driver in one of the company's limousines. In the back seat, her father held her hand, and she put it on her bare leg just below her very short skirt. She turned to kiss him goodbye and their lips locked, she opened her mouth and accepted her father's tongue, kissing him back erotically. The driver could not see them through the one-way dividing glass but she could hear moans.
Clint pushed his hand further up his daughter's young leg under her skirt. She recalled that she had had Mr Botha's cock in her mouth just a few minutes before leaving with her father and wondered if her father could taste the distinctive black cock she loved so much.
She decided not to ask and opened her legs to offer him her very core for him to finger for the first time but then she remembered that she was now Mr Botha's personal property and she stopped her father's advances in case the driver might report any untoward activity to her black lover.
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Nadine was thrilled when a few days after a very long and fun lunch with Jackson a huge truck arrived at her front door delivering her new king-sized bed. The delivery men dismantled the old one and took it out before bringing in the new. They assembled the frame but because of 'liability concerns' declined to attach the headboard which Nadine thought was utter nonsense. How could she be expected to do that on her own?
The answer came with the arrival of Jackson who brought in a small toolbox from his Mercedes roadster.
