His hand caressed her breast again... "What is the name of your highest mountain, Tiffany?" he asked, looking into her eyes, squeezing her large globe gently...
Tiffany swallowed in a dry mouth. He obviously wasn't going to stop asking till he got her answer. "Mount... Killa... man... jaro..." she said and was rewarded with yet another caress. Purrs spilled out of her throat... the fondling had warmed her loins so that Tiffany could feel her panties had actually become moist between her legs... she had never experienced anything like this in her life... she wondered absently if her could smell her...
Joseph's hand went to her other breast..."Do you know what city Mt. Kilimanjaro is in?" Without waiting... and with fondling, he answered his own question. "Mt. Kilimanjaro lies in Tanzania in East Africa." Each huge hand caressed one of her breasts...
"Now, Tiffany. Look at how much you have learned," He squeezed her right breast... "Mount Kilimanjaro is the highest peak..." He caressed her left breast... "Tanzania, in East Africa, is where Mount Kilimanjaro is located... Now, do you know the name of any African deserts?" His hands remained on her breasts, but stopped caressing them as he peered into her eyes... waiting for her to answer.
Tiffany was all confusion... her body rocketed magnificently out of control on its own pleasure binge... and she loved every nanosecond of it... at the same time a large black man had his hands on her breasts... which she was not only permitting, but wallowing in, like a puppy on newly-mowed grass... and he was asking her questions... something about a desert...
"Uhhh... no... I don't know," she stammered and again felt guilty that she had insulted him with her ignorance of his native country.
His hand left her right breast, Mount Kilimanjaro, and began slipping down her rib cage. When it reached her miniskirt, he opened his hand to feel its texture, he said, "Africa has many deserts, Tiffany. The Sahara, which I am sure you have heard of, covers 3,500,000 square miles..." His hand slid across her miniskirt slowly, feeling the texture of the thin, soft material as well as Tiffany's squirming body beneath it... she purred as the hand slipped around her waistband... then down her hip to her hemline... across this to her other leg and up her other side... His hand traversed the area slowly and tenderly... it covered every bit of her skirt in the front which was available to him in her sitting position, but it did not stop at any point...
Tiffany reeled, her head pounding... this was the most intense set of sensations she had ever experienced and it was becoming overwhelming... her breasts felt swollen... she knew the tips were rigid and highly sensitized because the soft material of her bra was still exciting her like an independent being... and below the waist roared a volcano that Tiffany felt was getting ready to explode... she was certain even though she had never felt this way before in her life... it couldn't just keep building... could it?...
"Tiffany," Joseph's voice seemed to come from far away... "I want to tell you the lowest point in Africa..."
The words barely registered... she looked up into his eyes which were peering intently into hers, holding her gaze. "The lowest point in Africa, Tiffany..."
She heard the words and... knew where his hand was going next... Tiffany rode a sensual Tsunami as his hand began to move down... then it stopped on her flat stomach, just below her navel... no man's hand had ever touched Tiffany there, let alone lingered... Tiffany began to feel light-headed...
"The lowest point in Africa... is Lake Assal..." his even voice intoned... his hand still didn't move...
"Tiffany," his hand remained on her skirt. " I can't reach Lake Assal... " His hand lay on on her lower stomach... "The Sahara Desert is in the way, Tiffany... you know how many million square miles the Sahara takes up... "
Tiffany looked down at the huge black hand on her miniskirt and her stomach below... its only motion was with the up and down movement of her stomach from her labored breathing... the visual impact of the hand reinforced the intensity of the feelings in her stomach from this contact and everything that had gone before it... his hand is heaven... coursed through her mind unbidden... heaven... this is heaven...
"I can't cross the huge Sahara Desert, Tiffany..." the soft voice said...
No... How can I help you cross the desert... I need to feel your touch... And then the solution came to her... Tiffany watched as her own hands reached down and grasped the hemline of her miniskirt... the helpful hands slipped the skirt upward... they pulled the rich fabric up over the tops of her thighs... Tiffany was displaying every inch of her bare legs to a man at his request for the first time in her life... she marveled as the coolness of the air kissed the very very warm skin of her thighs... her hands continued their lifting of her miniskirt past the edge of her panties... her breasts were heaving now as she continued to raise the Sahara Desert out of Joseph's way... her white panties came into view... still the hands pulled the skirt up... now Joseph's very dark hand lay on Tiffany's white panties... her two small white hands continued pulling up the skirt until Tiffany wore her black mini like a belt around her waist... all of her white panties lay exposed there in front of Joseph's eyes... all of Tiffany lay exposed there in front of Joseph...
"The lowest point in Africa is Lake Assal..." were the words that fell on Tiffany's nearly deaf ears as Joseph's hand began to move down Tiffany's panties very slowly until coming to rest on her dark pubic hair which shown through the thin white panty material...
The roaring in Tiffany's ears was deafening... the volume increased and Joseph's hand moved lower... this was her doing... of her own volition... she had taken the last step to this promised land... on her own... but the sensations emanating from Joseph's warm hand were more than Tiffany's consciousness could handle... her hips lifted off the leather seat... her legs spread apart... his hand slipped lower to completely cover her... she twisted her body to better accept the hand and its pressure... her arms clutched at Joseph's huge torso... she buried her face in his shoulder as her hips undulated against the hand... rocking in cadence with her moans... time stopped for Tiffany... all the sensations wracking her young body became NOW... there was no past... no future... only NOW... she felt her hips pumping feverishly and pressed her face into Joseph's massive shoulder... clutching his back... his hand remained stationary... applying a gentle pressure against which her pelvis pumped hungrily... then the hand moved in very slight counterpoint to Tiffany's motions... this tiny movement exaggerated what was occurring inside her panties... further turmoil occurred between Tiffany's thighs as parts of her body were being doubly stimulated by her movements and Joseph's hand...
"UUHHhhh... uuuhhhhhh... uuuuhhhhhhh," were the only sounds that wealthy Ben Adams daughter could utter wearing her Prada boots... stylish miniskirt... and another $800 worth of expensive blouse, underwear, hair-styling, make-up and accessories... she continued her grunts as the animal that lived inside the beautiful young girl burst free...
"AAAAAAHHHHhhhhh..." Was the last sound out of Tiffany's mouth as she completely gave up her level of consciousness... She felt the violence of the waterfall ahead and heard the crashing of the water as her small vessel reached the brink and then teetered over... over into oblivion... she could feel herself falling end over end... she felt so tiny... tumbling through the air... but never landing... never feeling the horrible crashing termination of her flight...
Tiffany had become a leaf that broke off its branch in late autumn... there was the instantaneous violence of the tearing and then the gentle, wonderful floatation down from the treetop to the waiting cushion of the grass and all of her sister leaves that had gone before, waiting to welcome her... Tiffany reveled in the gentle side to side motion that was bringing her nearer, ever nearer, to her soft landing on the ground... she always marveled at how slowly leaves descended as they floated back and forth, back and forth... travelling a dozen times farther horizontally than they did vertically...
