The bus raced on the new road recently built by the Chinese. Its lights seemed to open a path ahead as it descended from the View Point of the Rift Valley, towards the town of Naivasha. Now in the night, the passengers could only make out lights on the valley floor looking like the sky was a carpet and the stars sprinkled upon it. Elizabeth turned her face to look into his eyes and could not help feeling a fresh wave of love for her Bruce.
They had met some years before at a weekly business training and at first he had thought she was the wife of a pastor. But a few weeks later when they both realized they had quit jobs in order to work full-time in the business they had seen an opportunity of growing their friendship as well as their business. Friendship had turned into love without either of them noticing.
Now they were going to spend their first night out together, something they had so badly wanted to do for a long time. Eliza was constantly amazed at how much she wanted this man to touch her, hold her, do naughty things to her. She had found herself lying on her bed at night thinking how it would feel to have him make love to her. Every time he looked at her face he marvelled at how lovely she was with her smooth face, shining with her dark beauty. Her very black hair was combed out in smooth waves to hang onto her shoulders. When she smiled it always filled him with a deep joy. She really was a beautiful woman.
She was tall even among men. Her figure was slim, the envy of people many years younger. That was another thing he found so attractive about her. But best of all she had such good manners, always soft-spoken. Not one to willingly annoy anyone, but instead she sought to please everyone around her.
The bond between the two was so strong that they enjoyed each other's company even in public. They covered themselves under a Maasai blanket so they could enjoy kissing each other, as he fondled her nipples, large ones on smallish tits, while the bus carried them at high speed to their destination. Bruce had called ahead and booked places for them at a lakeside resort where they planned to enjoy every moment of what Elizabeth called their "honeymoon". They hoped to arrive in time to have dinner.
The bus driver swung off the highway heading into Naivasha town. The traffic was more leisurely here, consisting mostly of locals who either were coming into town to do some shopping or else those had spent the day in town and were returning home. He hooted loudly at a pickup ahead of him that seemed to be dawdling. At the earliest opportunity he swerved into the opposing lane with another toot of his horn to overtake the pickup. No doubt the owner of the pickup had a few choice words to say to the bus driver had he been in a position to hear.
Presently the bus stopped at the terminus and, being at the front-most seat, Elizabeth and Bruce were the first to get down. The hotel was only a few metres down the road from there. He held her by the waist as they walked, tickling her a little. Their overnight bags hung from their shoulders.
At the hotel entrance, the footman opened the door for them and showed them to the reception desk. "Good evening madam!" greeted Bruce.
"Good evening sir!" replied the reception clerk. "Welcome to Safariland Hotel."
"We are booked into Room 124. Name of Kanyongo," he informed her. She confirmed this from the system.