Fatou's lustful reawakening
'Don't forget tomorrow is the naming ceremony of my baby girl, Fatou?' was Lamin's parting shot on the way out of his friend Fatou's place. 'My wife will be expecting you in the morning.'
'Ok, tell her I'll be there early; I treated myself to a new dress especially for the party afterwards so I'm really looking forward to a bit of dancing too.'
Fatou's husband had been away on business for just over two months now and, as usual at such times, she was getting more lonely each day. So she was really looking forward to the party after the ritual ceremony of naming the new baby. It was a good opportunity to meet up with some friends from the village and she was looking forward to being there. Before her husband, Jeremy, had left on his business trip she had asked his permission to attend this particular naming ceremony; he had gladly given his permission, telling her 'yes, you must go and please try to enjoy yourself?'
Fatou's mind turned to her younger days as she reminisced about attending naming ceremonies which often presented good opportunities for arranging clandestine meetings with boyfriends. She remembered a few of those meetings which often ended up with her experiencing her early sexual explorations; these often took place in quiet corners of compounds pressed up against a wall by over-eager lovers, whose only thoughts were to get into her panties. She recalled her first experience of stroking a cock and, as she became more adventurous, of learning how to give blowjobs to a succession of her earliest young boyfriends.
As she lay on the bed naked, thinking about those early sexual encounters, she instinctively moved her hands to play with her breasts . Her nipples soon hardened sending sparks flying to her pussy like a lightning conductor. Her thoughts turned to one particular incident when she found herself alone in a bedroom with her then boyfriend who was keen not to miss this opportunity of getting her panties off in order to give her a first fuck. She recalled the mixture of pain and joy as her boyfriend penetrated her; but it was over far too quickly for her to get any real enjoyment from it and it finished before she really knew what had happened. She remembered that he pulled out and quickly left saying he needed to pee. She felt cheated that the initial spark of excitement of her first experience of full sex was so short lived. Despite her bad experience she resolved then to try it again whenever she got the chance.
Since her husband had left they had regularly engaged in sex chat on the phone and Fatou was now becoming quite experienced in making herself cum by playing with her breasts and pussy.
Her husband was an experienced and considerate lover who had taught her how to love her body and to enjoy new experiences in their lovemaking. As her hands moved slowly down her stomach towards her pussy she thought how much she was missing her husband's cock when she slipped the first finger into her pussy and realised how wet she was. All she could think of now was satisfying her urges as she began finger fucking her pussy with one hand whilst her other hand continued to squeeze and knead her breasts and pinch her nipples one after the other. She thought of the wonderful fucking she had with her husband as she built towards her orgasm. As another finger entered her to make it feel like a cock was pumping inside her, she couldn't hold it any longer and her orgasm exploded throughout her body as she shook uncontrollably, moaning and groaning as if in a trance. 'Wow, that was a good one,' she thought to herself. Her exertions had made her sleepy and soon she fell fast asleep.
The morning chores of getting the children ready for school and preparing breakfasts were done on auto-pilot. She was thinking about which African dress she would wear to the naming ceremony. She showered and sat at her dressing table mirror putting on her make-up carefully. She knew that many of her friends would be there looking beautiful so she needed to look her best. She decided on her pink and blue dress, which was the one her husband told her she always looked fantastic in and also showed up her best asset of her superbly shaped rounded ass. She was a beautiful woman and she knew she was looking good and agreed quietly saying to herself 'good choice'.
She set off excitedly for her friend's compound. She found the new baby's mother at home in her room and helped her with her hair, dress and make-up. Many women were there preparing the food for the party. The Imam and the elders gathered and began chanting the ritualistic prayers, baby's head was shaved and the name given; it was Maimuna. After the food was eaten the DJ began the party music and soon guests were in the mood for dancing.
As is usual at such events, boys danced in groups together and the girls danced apart in other groups. One boy in particular kept looking at Fatou as she danced nearby with her best friend, Aminatta. Fatou couldn't resist smiling back at him obviously enjoying the close attention of a handsome young boy ogling her. She could see his muscles rippling and she couldn't take her eyes off him because he was so fit and handsome and he was a really good dancer.
Aminatta also noticed the attention the young man was paying to Fatou, 'looks like you've got a big admirer there.'
'I know and he's very handsome too, do you know him?'
'He's not from our village but somebody told me he's come from up river to visit a close relative nearby.'
As they continued dancing the handsome boy gradually moved closer to the two of them; when their bums accidentally bumped Fatou felt tingles throughout her body. She turned and glanced towards him and when he turned too their eyes met briefly and there was clearly some chemistry going on between them.
Fatou surprised herself, thinking 'I wonder if he's as good in bed as he is at dancing.'
She then stepped to the side of him allowing him into her group of dancers giving him the chance to turn and look at her up close.
The dancing boy thought 'wow she's even more beautiful close up.'
He seized the opportunity to put on his most energetic dancing display; all the girls, including Fatou, began clapping him enthusiastically urging him to dance faster and faster until his performance reached a climax. All the girls around him were shaking their asses vigorously in time with the increasing rapidity of the drum beating. Everybody was enjoying the dancing and there was joyous laughter all around.
Fatou's friend, Aminatta, pulled Fatou to one side, to tell her she would have to go home soon as it was getting late.
'Do you want me to walk you home tonight as usual or would you prefer me to ask your new admirer to do that,' asked Aminatta with a cheeky grin.
Fatou hesitated at first before answering; she remembered her husband's parting words 'make sure you enjoy yourself.' She admitted to herself that she was flattered by this young good looking admirer and she was curious to know more about 'dancing boy.' She knew there was a big risk in being seen alone with a stranger of the opposite sex, but, a little reluctantly, she replied coyly,
'yes please, you can ask him, but I don't think he will say yes. But, if he does say yes, I can't be seen leaving here with him, so can we leave together so you come part way with me and tell him I'll wait for him at the corner out of sight under the big mango tree.
In her mind a plan was beginning to shape up and Fatou was feeling quite excited about the possibility of having some time alone with her new young admirer.
Twenty minutes later, she said goodnight to her friend Aminatta, whose farewell comment was,
'if only you could have seen the excitement on his face when I told him you wanted him to walk home with you. Oh, by the way, I'm sorry but I let slip that your husband is away at the moment so you were feeling a bit lonely tonight.'
She could easily have got annoyed by Aminatta's revelation about her husband being away; but, in a way, she was pleased because, if she had mentioned it to her admirer it might have sounded like a come-on and given the wrong impression that she was an easy lay. She had never been unfaithful to her much older husband, whom she dearly loved; even though there were opportunities as her husband often spent months at a time away on business.
