The pretty teenager presented a powerful erotic image to Joseph as she half-sat and half-lay back displayed against the heavy leather back seat of his Rolls Royce. One hand still clasped her breast through her expensive white silk blouse. Her miniskirt remained where she had pulled it up ... around her waist. Her other hand was still pressed against her panties at the crotch area. Her legs lay wide open with her nearly knee-high boots still on.
Tiffany's wet fingers remained between her legs. Her heavy breathing began to slow. Her eyes started to refocus outside of her body to see Joseph looking at her in the back seat of his Rolls. How long has this been going on? She wondered about the kaleidoscope of sensations she had experienced this afternoon, without much conscious effort.
Despite two mind-shattering orgasms within the past hour, Tiffany remained relatively ignorant about her own sexuality ... she had just learned, however, that it dwelled like a monster inside her ready to burst free and overcome her completely.... upon the right provocation. Of the various pleasures she had experienced in her life, none of them could hold a candle to the soaring roaring pyrotechnics that had electrified her young and beautiful body ... under the direction of Joseph ... and his touch....
She looked into Joseph's seemingly all-knowing eyes ... what kind of sensual magician are you?... she wondered.
Joseph studied the young beauty before him ... 18 years old, her body a sensual symphony boasting full firm breasts, a torso that dipped in to a narrow waist and hips that swelled although not as wide as her 35 inch breast measurement. Tiffany's face belied the maturity of her body. She had large wide set captivating pale blue eyes, almost like a little girl. There was a bit of a lift to her delicate nose and then a full-lipped perfect cupid's bow mouth .... Her face alone would have merited a double-take, but combined with her body Tiffany turned heads and could stop traffic...
"I watched you walk, Tiffany," he said. "It's clear that you are very proud of your appearance ... and body ... with good reason."
She swallowed noticeably. Joseph knew more about her extraordinary body than anyone alive other than herself ... and, in view of recent experiences, she wasn't certain that she new more than he did ... why did his words send tingles through her...?
"I'm not going to ask you if you have enjoyed this afternoon because I can see how very much you did...." He said.
Tiffany dropped her eyes ... God ... my heart is just beginning to beat normally again ... more shivers ... delicious ones.
"What you experienced is just the overture to the symphony, Tiffany ... as you would say in this country, you have just finished kindergarten." Joseph said ...
Tiffany had seen and heard women in films and on TV talking about orgasms... and their lack of orgasms. That was about the extent of her knowledge. Now Joseph was saying that these two soul-shaking ones she had experienced were only the introduction?...
"I can take you further, Tiffany...." he reached over and casually rubbed the back of his big index finger over the impression of her nipple under her blouse, lightly, as if to demonstrate his powers over her.
The little bud burst to a full erection inside her bra ... his touch riveted her attention and reminded her of his virtuoso ability to activate her sensual buttons ...
"Your body is my cunt-try to me ... and I want to feel close to it .... Are you ready to cunt-tinue deeper into your education ..., Tiffany?"
She heard the words, noted the accent on deeper, shivered again. Joseph had communicated with her on more than one level since they had first met. Now, he was doing it again. She felt like the owner, with Joseph, of a language that only the two of them understood. The words had become part of their private code. Going deeper into Africa meant that she was consenting to his more of his touches and ... what more?
Tiffany resurfaced from her sensual haze briefly ... she weighed her life as she had known it up until she had met Joseph, her school friends and experiences, the people who served her at the country club, the sales personnel in the many boutiques and designer shops who fawned over her and lastly her daddy and how her life had been, up until now. On the other hand was this experience with Joseph. Amazing! She thought. In her mind her life prior to Joseph appeared in shades of gray to her, like old black and white photos. This experience with Joseph, however, exploded into total technicolor with a complete symphony orchestra behind it! ... hhmmmmm ... shades of gray ... or, technicolor with music ...
Joseph noted her hesitation ... "If it will help you, let me say this.... Just as nothing that has taken place so far has happened against your will, I give you my word that nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. If you say 'Stop,' everything willl stop that instant and you will be free to go back to your home or your car or wherever you wish. You have my word on it."
Tiffany heard him. She knew that Joseph was a high-powered business man like her daddy and she knew that with men like that their word was their bond. She felt certain that Joseph wasn't lying to her...
He interrupted her thoughts. "I have only one condition, Tiffany. Hear this well. If you say 'stop' ... that is irrevocable. Everything will stop ... but that will be the end of it. I ... will ... never ... touch you ... again.... Do you understand that?"
Tiffany felt an instant of sheer terror.... never ... The words echoed in her head, "... never ... touch you ... again." Those words made up her mind for her .... She vowed internally ... I won't stop it ... not yet... I want more ....
Joseph looked down at her in silence.
Tiffany knew one thing with certainty. She was not going to shut off this wondrous spigot of sensuality that Joseph had opened and poured over her ... at least not at this moment. She felt that she had to have more of this unbelievable experience ... there would always be time to stop ... he promised .... Also, his image of being Africa, his cunt-try, to him had taken on some subtle significance that she did not understand ... on some level he seemed to need her and was relying on her ... and that had great significance to her ...
"I understand," Tiffany said, with some small hesitation. "... I want to know ... Africa ... deeper ..." Her own words electrified her ... at once, Tiffany felt every piece of her being and especially every cell of her body ... spring to attention ...
"Done," he said, as if sealing a deal with a competitor that he had just bested. "Take off those wet underthings ..." he pointed to her panties ....
Tiffany flushed deep red. She felt like a little girl who had just wet herself. He knew! She only hesitated a half second, though, before complying with his wish ... she felt that her body's movements in response to Joseph's words were taking place as if under water. She was taking off her underpants ... for a man ... because he told her to! Very slowly she raised her hips off the leather seat and reached down with her two hands at the sides of her panty leg holes. They slipped inside and pulled down ... the crotch which was still wet stuck and formed a V shape as the legs slid lower. Tiffany continued to pull downward and the contact broke. She slid them down over her boots, lifted one foot and then the other as she removed her panties....
"Here," he held out his hand and Tiffany placed her panties inside it.
Joseph slid down the seat away from her. There was now around 18 inches of space between them... "Lay the cunt-inent of Africa across me ..."
Her miniskirt slid back down and covered her bare cheeks as she placed herself across Joseph's lap ... "Lift up, " he said and slid Tiffany's skirt by its hem back up around her waist .... The beautiful young girl again presented Joseph with a mouth-watering image. She lay across his lap with her white silk blouse on primly but her skirt was wrapped up around her waist exposing her two delectable cheeks and bare legs down to her boots which stretched from her toes to just below her knees ...
"You are my image of Africa ... my map." Joseph said, one hand sliding down over her cheeks and thighs, the other easing across the back of her thin blouse.... "Like every map, you were made for display, Tiffany ..." Joseph said. "Your body is the perfect metaphor for my cunt-try ..." His hand slowly moved up her right leg ...
Tiffany closed her eyes and gave herself up to Joseph's caressing hand ... his words worked their magic on her, too ... physically, his large gentle warm hands thrilled her, but his words also transported her to another place.... She wasn't just a young girl lying half-naked across a man's lap .... Tiffany felt herself becoming the cunt-tinent of Africa for this magical man ... her hills and valleys meant home and more to him ... and that resonated within her deeply...
The hand worked continued its progress up the back of her thigh. "I asked you about your diamonds .... Africa produces about half of the world's diamonds ... "
"MMMmmmmm ...." Tiffany answered ... She rested her face on her folded arms ... the tiny fine gold chain Joseph had given her pressing against her cheekbone ... a million tiny sparkles ignited on her thigh ... half the world's diamonds ...
Tiffany felt stimulated visually as if by thousands of African diamonds as Joseph's hands slid lightly over her flesh ... her consciousness focussed almost totally on the waterfall of sensations that Joseph's hands generated ... on another level, however, her mind was picking up facts, such as ... Africa produces 25% of the world's gold ...
His hand felt like heaven on her ... the sensations mellowed this time but also seemed deeper than when Joseph had first put his hand on her and his touch was totally unfamiliar ... she had begun to feel the rich pulsing glow that Joseph's hand kindled within her ...
South Africa produces 72% of the country's total gold output, Ghana is second ...
Joseph's hand reached the juncture of her thighs and slipped up to caress her bare cheek. His palm caressed her softly as his fingers extended between her cheeks and moved up slowly ...
Africa produces 38% of the world's supply of manganese on an annual basis ...
