Miranda Harkens closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, the second glass of wine was taking effect, her eyes closing as she drank in the sounds of the night around her. Angela was a long way from home, the scratching and chattering of unseen insects in the undergrowth was not one she was used to hearing in South Wandsworth. She stretched languidly, enjoying the deep cushioning of the garden chair as it cosseted her, here she was sipping wine that had been served to her by a servant on her own Jacaranda covered veranda! Her friends back in England would be green with envy.
England seemed so far away now and yet the Harkens family had only arrived in Harare a week ago, since then things had been a bit of a whirl as Robert busied himself with his new job and Angela settled into the house that came as a perk with Robert's new position. She had known it had been the right move the moment a limousine arrived to take them form the airport to the gated development that would be there new home in Zimbabwe.
"Can I get you some more wine Mrs Harkens?"
Miranda almost jumped, but managed to retain her composure, Joseph, the house domestic managed to move soundlessly around the house a fact that Miranda had not quiet got used to yet. The thought of having someone at her beck and call hadn't fully sunk in yet either, the fact that the house servant was a very muscular black man in his late forties would also take Miranda a while to get used too. She understood that the domestics usually were men for security reasons, but Miranda was decidedly uncomfortable at the thought of a man, no matter what colour, washing her clothes for her, still with Richard out tonight with his new boss she was glad to have a man around the house.
"No......no Joseph, thank you but I wont have anymore its gone straight to my head."
He nodded and soundlessly turned back into the house, Miranda shook her head, definitely not Wandsworth!
Thirty miles away in the back of a taxi bound for downtown Harare Robert Harkens smiled to himself, like his wife he was feeling a little bit smug at his families good fortune. Things had been tight in the UK, Roberts oil consultancy business had been struggling recently as work in the North Sea dried up. He had a family to support, a daughter at boarding school, a wife who wanted holidays and nights out and a huge mortgage on a three bed terrace in South West London that was best described as bijou! Now the terraced house was rented and replaced with a huge villa set in its own grounds within a secure compound, with a man servant to boot! He had a juicy ex-pat package that covered his daughters schooling and allowed more than enough money to live like a king, on top of all that it was warm and sunny most days....bliss.
His boss, Thomas Ives, another ex-pat of twenty years standing, was taking the new boy out to a club. Tom, as he insisted on being called, had been a bit sketchy on the details but had assured Robert that it would give him a taste of life. Robert had decided he like Tom a lot, he seemed down to earth and up for a laugh as long as the work got done. He had made it clear that the people who owned Robert's new company wanted all new employees and their families to accept life in Zimbabwe and enjoy it. Robert had been pleasantly surprised with the amount of attention that his wife and daughter had received throughout the moving process and although Gillian Harkens was still at school in the UK she would be joining them for the holidays to acclimatise herself for her eventual permanent move to the new country.
"Here you go old man, bit of Dutch courage."
Tom handed over a hip flask as the car ground to a halt at yet another set of traffic lights. Robert took a swig of the fiery liquid, feeling it worm its way into his stomach. As he did so a movement outside the car caught his eye, a man and women were passionately kissing just a little way back from the roadside. As Robert watched the man's hand crept under the woman's black dress, lifting it and allowing Robert a clear view of the tops of her stockings and her bottom the cheeks of which were bisected by a black thong, the woman was seemingly oblivious to her exposure. Before he had a chance to see any more the taxi was speeding off into the night leaving Robert with a very clear image of a beautiful white bottom being groped by a large black hand, his cock twitched involuntarily at the thought of it.
Miranda must have nodded off, the sound of a car door slamming woke her with a start, she quickly relaxed when she realised it was James Peterson returning from work. The Peterson's, James and Amanda, lived in the villa next door, Miranda had already decided that Amanda was going to make a great best friend and she felt sure the two families would become firm friends given time. Miranda could make out the sounds of a front door opening and closing and relaxed back into her chair closing her eyes once again letting the warm evening envelop her.
She must have been asleep for ten minutes before another noise woke her, this time it sounded more human. Was her mind playing tricks or could she hear someone groaning? There it was again, definitely human and what's more it sounded decidedly sexual in nature. Miranda flushed, her heart skipping slightly as she slowly came to the realisation that she could hear James and Amanda making love. God the wickedness of it, Miranda made to get up, her middle class sensibilities forbidding her from eavesdropping, but her drowsiness, and the wine overcame her and she slumped back into her chair. All the while she could clearly hear Amanda groaning, louder and more frequently now and in a most un-lady like manner.
Miranda could feel her body responding to the sounds carried through the clear night, her nipples tightening against her bra and a distinct warmth between her legs. She resisted the urge to stroke herself, torn between her own rising excitement and the need to act in a proper manner.
Her bodies needs won out in the end, it had been so long since she and Robert had made love and since getting to Zimbabwe the heat had been getting to her, making her more aware of her body than she was usually. Her fingers gently caressed a full breast while the other hand moved between her legs easing the material of her skirt higher allowing her to tickle her thighs which seemed to shine brightly in the moonlight, her white skin flushing with her mounting arousal.
"Oh God fuck me with your huge cock!"
Miranda froze her ministrations at the outburst, her ears barely able to believe what she was hearing, Amanda had seemed so reserved when she had spoken to her earlier in the week, to hear a good English church goer screaming out such filth in the middle of the night shocked Miranda more than she expected. She quickly remembered that she wasn't in England any more with its tea parties and scone making, this was Africa and things were slightly different. Miranda wondered if the African night would have the same effect on her and Robert after they had settled in, it certainly seemed to be agreeing with the Peterson's! She would look at James Peterson in a new light after tonight that was for sure.
