I don't know what it was that woke me, but I could tell from the light streaming in to the tent, that it was daytime. There was noise coming from other campers going about their day, but what actually woke me was the feeling of my girlfriend Agi, pressing herself against my naked back. Her warm, silky smooth body was rubbing against me, her big firm, boobs and her hard nipples pressed in to my back. Her hairless crotch rubbed slowly and firmly over the cheeks of my bum.
Agi whispered in to my ear as she kissed and nibbled my neck.'Are you awake bebby?'
Agiyela Mtumbele is Sudanese by birth, but despite being brought up and living in London for most of her twenty-three years, her English is heavily accented.The woman cuddling up to me, has the darkest skin I have ever seen. She is like a taller, darker and much prettier version of Grace Jones. She is almost completely hairless, the only hair she has is on her eyelids, eyebrows and head. Even there, it is very short. Someone had unkindly, but accurately, described it as looking like velcro.
Agi is five feet, nine inches tall, five inches taller than me. She also has bigger boobs than me, 36D as opposed to my modest, 34B. She is a top fashion model, and despite the unusually big boobs (fashion designers seem to prefer stick-thin models, something to do with the way the clothes hang) Agi, is in high demand at the fashion houses of Paris, New York and Rome. She also commands a high fee.
Most people, including me, had a hard time pronouncing her name, and so, she became known on the catwalk as 'Bailey'. And catwalk was right, she moves with a feline grace and poise, like a black panther.
What she sees in me, frumpy, thirty-four year old, Pamela Wilkins, I'm not sure. It's not that I think that I am unattractive, I don't, but I am not in the same league as the women Agi mixes with. She could have her choice of stunning, young, gay women. As to my looks, quite a few people have likened me to the singer Kate Bush. I always say that I don't see it myself, but in all honesty, from some angles, there is a striking similarity.
Her arm slid around me and began to caress me. Long, sensuous fingers moved over my boobs and toyed with my hardening nipples. She nibbled my ear and said, 'I'm horny Bobby, I need to fuck.' In spite of her suave and sophisticated outward appearance, Agi, was quite direct, to the point of being crude.
To underline her need, she thrust her crotch hard against my arse and drove her hand down between my legs. I parted my thighs to allow her to penetrate me with her fingers, her thumb rubbing my erect clit in deliciously slow circles.
I murmured, 'Mmm, that feels nice Agi.'
I managed, rather awkwardly, to turn to face her, in the cramped double sleeping bag.
