The first time I met MacKensie, we didn t hit it off at all. In fact, he made me so angry that I barely noticed his astonishingly good looks. And yet despite everything, we very quickly became lovers.
We met in the bar of the Hotel National in Nairobi. I was thirty years old and a journalist on assignment for a weekly news magazine back in New York. I d been in Kenya for just three days, and I was still suffering from a combination of jet lag and culture shock. While I sat at the bar sipping a gin and tonic, a fair haired man in his mid thirties came striding through the door a Brit, I discovered, as soon as I heard him speak.
You re Abby Kirkland? he asked.
That s right. And you re . . . ?
MacKensie. As he spoke, he looked over my shoulder into the crowd. He seemed both rude and arrogant.
I didn t like his tone of voice and I let him know it with a flash of my eyes. Setting down my drink, I asked him what he wanted and how he knew who I was.
It turned out that MacKensie was a photographer who worked for the same magazine as I did. He was driving to Mombasa in the morning, to cover an international trade conference, and he d just received a fax from New York directing him to take me along. I didn t know anything about the fax, but MacKensie was under the impression that I d set the whole thing up and he obviously resented it. I could barely get a word in edgewise, and finally I got so exasperated with his attitude that I told him off.
If you re finished with your little tantrum, he said, I d advise you to get some sleep. I m leaving at six in the morning, sweetheart.
Don t call me sweetheart! I snapped.
Six a.m., he repeated. With or without you!
Dawn was just breaking when we pulled away from the hotel in MacKensie s Land Rover. Both of us were distantly polite to one another, and with Mombasa roughly four hundred miles away on the coast, it promised to be a long day.
But once we got out of Nairobi and were able to experience the unspoiled beauty of Africa, I couldn t help but feel exhilarated. We were traveling through glorious country the high plains of Kenya, with an immense blue sky and a view that went on forever. Beneath that endless sky, MacKensie s mood seemed to brighten a bit. Much to my surprise, he even offered a civil comment from time to time.
Glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, I had to admit that he was remarkably handsome. In profile, he was the very image of rugged good looks, tanned to a ruddy glow, with light brown hair burnished nearly gold from the sun. His sleeveless denim shirt showed off his hard biceps and gave me a glimpse of his muscular chest. And he smelled wonderful, too that irresistible scent of after shave and tobacco and sheer maleness.
Slipping off my sandals, I propped my feet up on the dashboard and tried to make myself comfortable. I was wearing khaki shorts and I could sense MacKensie s eyes on my long legs. One thing I definitely have is nice legs. Have a good look, I thought. Eat your heart out, MacKensie.
As the miles passed, I began to get vaguely horny. Driving often does that to me, and the Land Rover jouncing along the road was making me antsy in the ass. I hadn t had intercourse in a couple of months. The last time was in London, with a sad eyed copy editor who d had a crush on me for ages.
Listen, about last night, MacKensie said. I might ve been a little out of line.
Startled out of my reverie, I lifted my sunglasses and raised an eyebrow. A little?
Okay, more than a little.
If that s an apology, I ll accept, I said.
He rewarded me with a slightly mocking smile and patted me on the shoulder. Cheer up, love. You ll be rid of me by nightfall.
Famous last words. When we reached the Tsavo River, we discovered the bridge was down, either washed away by a flash flood, or it might have simply collapsed. In any case, we couldn t proceed to Mombasa without crossing the river and, as MacKensie explained, we d have to go a long way downstream to find a safe ford.
That meant leaving the highway and driving across the open plains, through endless miles of grasslands, with an occasional cluster of thorn trees and snow capped Kilimanjaro rising up in the distance. Before long we started to see wildebeest and zebra and even a few giraffes loping along on rickety legs. We passed a Masai village too, with a dozen or so mud and wattle huts, each one trailing a little wisp of smoke. Bare breasted women adorned with shiny brass necklaces waved as we drove past.
Where are all the men? I asked.
Off tending their cattle. They re the greatest cattle lovers in the world, the Masai.
The day wore on with the dust and heat, the drone of the engine and always Kilimanjaro looming larger on the horizon. Late in the afternoon, when we still hadn t found a safe fording place, MacKensie announced that we d have to camp for the night. I think he expected an argument from me, but he didn t get it because I was bone tired and more than happy to call it a day. We came to a stop beneath a stand of acacia trees, close to a little creek that fed into the Tsavo.
While MacKensie set up camp, I went down to take a look at the creek. It was clear and fast moving and temptingly cool, shaded on either side by low hanging trees that tinted the sunlight green.
I d love a bath, I called out. Do you think it s safe?
Sure. Just watch out for crocs.
Crocodiles? Oh, good lord!
Watching me scamper up the bank in fright, he shook his head and broke into a wide grin. Hey, I m kidding. That stream s as safe as your bathtub.
I gave him a dirty look and then gathered up my dignity, walking along the bank until the Land Rover was out of sight. I stripped off my clothes and waded into the middle of the stream. When I sat down and leaned back on my elbows, the current made my floating breasts bobble up and down. As my russet nipples stiffened, I looked up through the canopied treetops and started to think about MacKensie.
That I was physically attracted to him was undeniable. I can t imagine many women who wouldn t have been. On the other hand, his male ego was a constant irritant. All that masculine certitude of his. Then again, if you took away all his big boy swagger, he d be much less aggravating, but not nearly as sexy.
Was his dick big? Was it fat, slim, pretty? I couldn t decide. It was easy to visualize his ass, though. Just a little handful, really. And while I thought about his cute rear end and pictured his buns in my palms, I widened my legs and let the rushing water tumble against my pussy.
It was a yummy feeling, almost like someone licking me there. Wouldn t it be lovely to have MacKensie down there licking away? I d open myself with my fingertips and tell him to stick his tongue way up inside. He d have a monster hard on, but I d just lie there like a total princess while he licked and licked. Mister Man. Mister Big Stuff, eating my pussy. It was a lovely thought, all right.
Later that night, I dreamed I was getting laid, and the sensation was so intense that I gave a little moan and came awake. The details of the dream quickly evaporated, but not the sexual hunger that had driven it. I was wet between the legs and so fully aroused that my cunt felt freshly fucked, as if someone had just pulled out of me.
Dead silence, except for MacKensie s even breathing and the babble of the nearby creek. The two of us were lying on a blanket beneath a tarp that was tied between two trees. MacKensie had his back to me, and when I snuggled up against him, he came half awake and murmured something that sounded like a woman s name, I think, but not mine.
I said, Sssh, be still. It s me.
What s wrong? he mumbled.
Nothing. Hush, now . . .
As I snuggled even closer and rubbed myself against him, my tingling clitoris sparkled in my panties and made me wince and tremble. With my heart hammering in my ears, I reached around his waist and unzipped his fly, then blindly groped in his underpants and freed his limp penis.
Oh, nice meat! It felt like a piece of crushed velvet nestled in my hand. But as I squeezed my hand around its girth, it stirred and began asserting itself, changing character as it inflated, until finally it went stone hard and forced my fingers apart.
While MacKensie rolled onto his back, I wiggled out of my shorts and undies and then climbed on top of him. It was utterly dark, without a trace of moonlight, and knowing he couldn t see my face somehow made me feel free and unafraid. Taking hold of his penis, I teased myself by rubbing the knob back and forth on my puffy labia. It was like painting my pussy lips with a big fat lipstick. The image excited me so much that I stopped the teasing and quickly inserted him into my body.
Big? Oh my, yes. So big that I could feel the invasive pressure laterally, radiating out to my hips. It made me frantic and breathy, being stretched like that, and as his cock began filling me up, I widened my stance to open myself even further. By the time I had his penis hidden away in my core, I was bathed in sweat and nearly swooning with pleasure.
I wanted to make him give way. I wanted to win, whatever winning meant, so I held onto my tits through my blouse and rode him hard, sucking him into my body each time I lowered my ass. Finally I was so furiously hot that I had to stop bouncing on his cock. Just the feel of his organ partially emerging just that millisecond when he wasn t all the way in was more than I could stand.
In the end I kept myself firmly in the saddle, with the fat end of his cock burning inside me. Up and down the length of his organ, I could feel every inch of him, all the way to the knob bulging in the opening of my womb. I kept grinding my pelvis and tightening my pussy, caressing his shaft with my wet silk but he wouldn t come, and the effort it took to hold back my orgasm brought me close to tears.
Please come, baby, I said to myself, or maybe even whispered it aloud, I m not sure. And then, through clenched teeth, feeling my face beginning to flush, I cried, Let go, damn it. Let go!
With a low growl, he gave a violent shudder and surrendered himself, and then his penis pulsed inside me and he emptied his balls into my body. He was helpless and it thrilled me it made me cry out with happiness, to have him pinned beneath me and trembling like that as he poured out his seed. Then my pent up orgasm flooded through my twitching thighs, through the depths of my cunt and into my belly, and then up further, into my swollen breasts, until my nipples glowed like rubies and waves of crimson light shimmered in my womb.
Morning came and bright shafts of sunlight were slanting through the trees. The chirp of birds and the hoot of howler monkeys sounded in the distance. As my eyes fluttered open, I found myself alone beneath the tarp, and for a moment I couldn t quite orient myself. Where was MacKensie? And had we actually made love, or was it all a dream?
No, it couldn t have been a dream I was naked from the waist down and the lingering scent of sex hung around me like an old perfume. I was still in my blouse, but my bra had come undone and was dangling loosely off my shoulders. Yes, we d definitely made love. But where the hell was he?
When I stretched and yawned, my cunt felt nicely sore. So did my nipples, from mashing my breasts in my hands. Turning onto my stomach, I closed my eyes again and let scenes from the previous night drift through my mind. That moment when he finally gave way. His cock writhing in my pussy when his cream came gushing out. And that ravishing orgasm, the way it tore me to pieces . . .
I drifted back to sleep and was awoken by the touch of MacKensie s hands on my bare ass, gently fondling my cheeks.
Mmm morning, I said, but I kept my eyes closed and stayed facedown, not wanting to break the mood. Where were you?
Washing up at the creek. You ve got a great bum, you know that?
Yup, I know. Squeeze a little harder, please.
A long silence followed, and he kept squeezing my ass, digging his fingers deep into the muscles of my behind and getting me wetter and wetter all the time. I started wishing he d put a finger or two into my slit. Or better yet, that huge cock of his.
Still with my eyes closed, I asked, Do you have a hard on?
Yes, he admitted, and the huskiness in his voice further aroused me.
Okay, Abby, I said to myself. Turn around and kiss him. So I gave him a nice kiss, full on the mouth, as I twisted around and rose into his arms. He was as naked as Adam and hard everywhere hard in the bunched muscles of his shoulders and biceps, in his broad chest and flat golden belly. And when I drew back and looked down, his engorged sex was as rigid as a spike.
It s gorgeous! I smiled.
And it was perfectly upright, long and thick and crowned with a mauve knob already glistening with a dribble of pre come. Despite its size, there was a delicate beauty to it that made my heart turn over. Even his pubic hair was lovely, a golden reddish nest out of which the big stalk of his penis emerged like an exotic flower.
I bent over and licked the slickness off his plum, then straightened up and took off my blouse and brassiere. I could see the effect of my pointy tits in the way his eyes softened, and it made me feel beautiful, having him look at me like that. Under his gaze, my big nipples got even bigger and, as they erected, he put his mouth on one of my breasts and sucked until I shivered.
Lying back on the blanket, I gathered him down and held him to my bosom, running my fingers through his hair while his mouth kept moving on my breast. Gradually the soreness left my nipple and then a throbbing pleasure made the slippery teat seem huge and hot. He kept sucking until my breast was puffy and all aglow, while a deeper glow pooled darkly in the pit of my belly.
Nice, nice, I whispered, stroking his cheek and tracing one of his eyebrows with a fingertip. His eyes were closed and the sight of his long pale lashes touched me, somehow. Up above, a gusty wind moved through the treetops and changed the pattern of shade and sunlight dappling our nude bodies. For one long moment, I felt completely centered and at peace, driven deep into myself by the in and out movement of my nipple in his mouth.
I think I finally came I m not sure only because the sweetness rippled through me so gently, a sort of melty warmth spreading out of my womb and into my chest. And MacKensie must ve sensed that meltiness moving through me, because when it passed, he took his lips off my nipple and kissed his way down my torso to my tummy, and then lower still, until at last his mouth was on my sex.
I opened myself with my fingertips and told him to stick his tongue way up inside. He had an enormous hard on and he d fuck me soon, surely but for now I just lay there like a princess, moaning softly while he licked and licked . . .