It has been quite a drought for Sonya and I. Play time has been a luxury we have not been able to indulge in for many months. The daily trials of life in the city, family and work have drained us. It was time for a vacation to try to recapture some of the good things in life. After doing a cursory review of travel magazines and online sites, we decided to go for a vacation that we always dreamed of but never really put the effort into making a reality. We would go on a safari!
After talking to a handful of safari outfitters and travel agents, mostly in the UK, it became evident that the rough and wild safari of our imagination was almost nonexistent. Instead today a safari seems to basically be a luxury vacation in the middle of the jungle. This is not what we had in mind. Instead we contacted some smaller owner/operator safari groups in Nairobi, Kenya. We were quite worried about the legitimacy and safety of these operators but decided it was worth the risk if we found what we wanted. Eventually we connected with a small group owned by an Italian couple near Kisumu on the shores of Lake Victoria. We exchanged emails and felt comfortable with their offer and decided to go for it.
A few weeks later we were landing at the Nairobi airport. Jetlagged but excited, we were picked up by the tour operator's local agent and taken to a hotel. After some sleep and food we returned to the airport for the flight to Kisumu. It was a short flight over beautiful green expanses dotted by mountain ridges. We were finally on our way! Landing in Kisumu we finally met with the Italian couple who owned the company who would be leading us on our adventure for the next week. The couple was very polite, and clearly had been doing this for a very long time. They spoke very little English due to their apparently almost exclusively Italian clientele. We piled into their Land Rover and headed for their base camp which was a 4 hour drive. We did our best to stay awake, but within an hour we succumbed to our jetlag and passed out, sprawled over our luggage in the back of the Land Cruiser.
We arrived at the base camp just before night fall. The camp staff had our dinner ready and waiting for us. A feast of local game and fresh vegetables was served. We also met the 3 other couples that were staying at the couple that week. They were all Italian and most, like the owners, were in there 50's. They were all quite surprised and entertained to see this young American couple, especially with such a beautiful Indian wife. The men were obviously pleased to see her!
After dinner we all sat near the fire, getting to know each other and sipping drinks from the owners bar. Sonya was drinking Amarula on ice, and I was enjoying some cold Tusker beer. In broken English the others regaled us with stories of the things they had seen during their stay thus far. One of the men who was enjoying stiff whiskey shots all evening, moved next to Sonya and began quizzing her on her background and origin, playfully squeezing her bare thigh and rubbing her back as they talked. My mind hadn't really been focused on the opportunity to play, but this sight set my mind abuzz.
The drinks flowed throughout the night and most of the men came around to talk with Sonya and take opportunities to touch her soft cinnamon skin. She excused herself to take a shower and freshen up before bed. I stayed near the fire enjoying the cool night air and the attention of the older ladies. About 30 min later she reappeared toweling her hair dry wearing a linen night gown. To the pleasure of the men, in the fire light you could clearly make out the darkness of her areolas and the line of her bikini panties underneath. She moved a chair opposite the group to stay out of the smoke. Leaning forward to dry her hair, left her gown agape and her beautiful full breasts hanging freely amidst the flickering of the fire. You could hear the silence as all looked at her in appreciation. The grey haired gentleman who spent the most time with her that evening tipped his glass to me with a wink.
After that enticement it was time for me to get her back to bed to take advantage of what was all mine that night. Walking away I cupped her ass, hoping they were watching with jealousy at what I would get that evening. Back in the tent I laid her on her back and kissed her gently. She asked what had gotten into me. I teased her with tales of how the men were devouring her with their eyes. She laughed at the thought of men old enough to be her father interested in such paltry glimpses of her breasts. Besides they all had beautiful fit classically Italian wives who certainly kept them busy.
I told her that I am sure they would take every chance to get to know her better and all would love to feed her some Italian sausage. She laughed and said that she thought only Italian cheeses were aged. With that I snaked my hands my hands up her long legs to her thighs, rubbing where these strange men had been feeling the soft warmth of her skin just minutes earlier. Further up I traced the curve of her ass feeling its soft firmness as she pushed back against my hand. I took her bottom lip into my mouth flicking it with my tongue letting her know what I would be doing to her clit shortly. She breathed deeply shivering as my hand went up the small of her back rubbing slowly up her spine. She stood on her knees and lifted the soft linen from her warm body. I knelt and took a hard nipple into my mouth as she purred and stroked my hair. Cupping her other breast I moved from nipple to nipple taking each dark hard nub into my hungry mouth sucking deeply, squeezing harder with each hand. Licking an unbroken trail from her nipple to her neck, then to her earlobe, she arched back as I returned my mouth to her left nipple. She tugged at my shorts hungry to be filled. I hooked my hands in each side of her panties as I lowered them and kissed her lips concurrently.
As she undid my pants I whispered in her ear asking if those men's hands had felt good on her skin. She said nothing. She snaked her ha into my shorts and pulled my boxers down together in one motion. My hands rubbed her ass as she stroked my length. I whispered that I know her fondness for older men. She moaned loudly. I provoked her asking if she could feel their hands where mine are now. She purred fiercely. Pushing me back she crawled up and straddled my eager tongue. As she looked down at me, opening her hood to reveal her swollen clit, she told me that the showers were open air and unisex. I immediately knew what devious plot she had cooked up. She then lowered down to my waiting tongue as I eagerly supped at her wetness. She reached back squeezing my hardening shaft. She cupped my balls, squeezing them firmly. I moved my hands up to her breasts and squeezed the as she ground firmly on my tongue. She closed her eyes clearly lost in her fantasy and in a matter of minutes she was squirting into my mouth.
