Buxom In Top Flat

The top flat, as it has always been known, has seen many and varied tenants. At one time there lived in it the boarding master. This man had to be ejected from school when he was discovered bringing in boys for his pleasure. The Headmaster was scandalized by such behavior since the master was responsible for a boys' boarding school. Heaven forbid that he should turn his attentions to these sons of the rich and influential brought here to gain an education to fit them out to be shakers and movers of their society!

Last August, during the summer holiday general works, after having lain idle for some time, it was done up for a new teacher who was joining the staff. On evenings when I had more work than could be completed during normal school hours, I would come back to school, have supper with the resident teachers and go up to the computer suite to complete magazine pages or install new computers. I would have arranged with the head of domestics to have a mattress brought up so that I could spend the night in the top flat and not have to drive home late at night. The journey from school through sleepy Kileleshwa, round the bottom of the Arboretum, then turn right to my place near Nairobi Primary School could be fraught with danger. I therefore had reason to lament its being turned into the permanent residence of a young woman. Little did I know what was in store for both of us within those same walls.

On the first day of the Michaelmas term, I could at last put names to the faces of those who had come out from England. Having set up their email addresses as we came to the end of term in July, I now discovered that the second Ruth we were getting on the staff was a heavy girl with a large bosom, who had a beautiful laugh. Her skin (and she showed a lot of it on her legs) was almost white in places. On some days her bra would let her breasts bounce about tantalizingly. Once or twice when she caught me stealing a glance at them she flashed one of her bright smiles. Since she did not do games unlike most of the staff, she often found excuse to come into the computer suite for advice, to have her laptop fine-tuned, or sometimes just for a chat.

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RUTHIE

In my former school in England, there were no non-white staff members, so you can imagine my difficulty in hiding my surprise at meeting some Africans in the staff room on my first day. Though the Headmistress had in fact mentioned the fact during my interview in February, it had apparently not lodged properly in my brain. I was to find out that the female ones were each very pleasant in their own way; the games teacher brisk and efficient, the special education one very bright in her own quiet way, and the well-proportioned head of Maths very engaging with a somewhat dry sense of humour.

But during the afternoon there were more of them, all males. The IT Manager, lithe and of very dark complexion, struck me as being as well mannered at the ladies. His pale brown eyes behind spectacles gave me the impression of one who knew a lot around him, maybe because of not being as sequestered as some of us teachers. I took a liking to him, while at the back of my mind I wondered what my friends back in England would think of me taking a shine to a black man. Not that we were racist or anything, but it would have been too far out of our normal experience.

Dan and I would sit in the staff room in the short break periods, talking of this and that. I was astonished to find myself regretting that he could not be a regular teacher so that we would have more hours in common. I found his mind very sharp and he even knew things about my home country that I did not know. Our conversations brought us closer while I enjoyed the naughty thought that he looked at my breasts with more than a passing interest. A suspicion confirmed one morning when sitting with some of the female teachers during break. One of them was telling us that the computer man always looked at her with what she described as lascivious eyes. Some of the others agreed that his whole manner towards women verged on the improper. They said he was divorced. Because none of this particularly annoyed me, I only made agreeing noises without offering my opinion.

One afternoon near half-term, I found a note in my pigeon hole. It was written in the form of a magazine advertisement, extolling the virtues of a "Prince Consort" to help me look after those things I knew from experience can all too often be forgotten in the drawer for lack of time to do them after school hours. He would be handy with things like getting that strange noise behind the fridge fixed; doing battle with the mechanic to finish the job properly; following up with Government offices, Immigration, Registrar of this and that. The idea attracted me but I had no inkling of who had placed this scrap of paper in my pigeon hole. An intricate game ensued involving emails from someone who seemed to know a lot about me and the school. When I was eventually given a rendezvous, I asked my friend the secretary downstairs to go with me, and who should it turn out to be but Dan! The three of us had a delightful time at the Java Coffee House before parting. The kind secretary would never know why I had asked her to come with me, or what would then follow.

I invited him to dinner one Friday, these being the days on which the school did not provide us resident teachers with dinner. When he left at about 8:30pm he gave me a goodnight hug which excited me so much I thought I would burst. I watched him descend the stairs wishing I was a teenager all over again. I would have called him back for another hug without feeling any shame. Again I thought back to my circle of friends back home.

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DAN

I came up the back staircase to the top flat as arranged. Ruth opened the door and engulfed me in her arms, kissing me full in the mouth. She led me into her small sitting room and we opened the wine I had brought with me.

"Are you planning on turning me into an alcoholic, Dan?" she asked with a slight smile playing on her lips.

"I am indeed! From now on I shall bring a bottle for you daily, and forbid you taking tea at break. You must take half a bottle and the other half after lunch. That should leave soft and pliable to my manipulations." She lunged at me playfully but I dodged her adroitly.

"May I now sit down and drink myself silly, Teacher Ruthie?"

"You are beyond help! Yes, please sit wherever you like."

We sat talking in the same relaxed manner about events at school, various children we found amusing, whom we would never discuss in the hearing of the other teachers. She was a very upright teacher, and completely professional about her charges. As a form teacher she was also pastorally responsible for them so any comment about a child, which might be seen as a negative was a definite no-no. I admired her scrupulousness and concern for the kids' welfare. In this she was no different from any other teacher at Kenton. All were utterly dedicated to their duty not only of teaching academic material, but also to instill values in the children which would fit them out for the roles they were expected to play as adults.

She turned slightly in her sofa, allowing her skirt to expose her creamy white thigh, or at least enough to make me catch my breath. As thick around as my waist, the part I could see was smooth, dotted with pale freckles and dimpled at the knees. How I longed to run my hands over those dimples! We smiled at each other as the wine took hold. She moved closer to me and I tentatively laid my hand on one knee. She looked at me with dark eyes, shining with something like invitation. At this rate, I thought, she would soon be in for a real Kenyan fucking. I don't remember who started the childish tickling game. We rolled on the sofa as each tried to escape from the fingers of the other. After some time we were holding each other close. I brought my mouth close to hers intending to kiss her like she had kissed me in welcome but she drew away, telling me she would not be long; she had gone to her kitchenette to fetch the food. As we ate, we were each thinking of the coming night. I helped carry the dirty dishes to the kitchen, then thought that if it were my house I would have washed them right away. So I offered to help her. You should have seen the surprise on her face! But we did wash them amidst some horseplay, and returned to the sitting-room hand in hand.

This time we did not waste any time but fell on each other hungrily. We kissed, fondled each other, and I was amazed at how ravenous she was. Her generous figure was very soft, firm and inviting, contrary to what I had hitherto believed about fat women. I had only had eyes for slim-figured ones.

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RUTHIE

There was a boy in my class, the son of the country director of the World Bank, who reminded me of my Dan. This really went against the grain of my normal flow of emotions. Indeed I could hardly believe that I had let my private life and thoughts intrude into my classroom! But every time I looked at the 7-year old boy, the more I looked forward to the afternoon break because I knew the other would be there and we would converse like any other pair of colleagues without giving any hint of what happens of an evening in the flat adjacent to the staff room.

Last week's visit had been the very best I could ever have imagined. He came at his usual time, and as we talked calmly over the pizza he had brought with him, he looked at me with those eyes which always made feel weak at the knees. I could feel him undressing me right there on my sofa. He let his eyes rove over my breasts under my light cotton shirt. I knew that my movements caused them to jiggle slightly, making him start registering a heightened pulse. Nobody in the staffroom or at home would believe I could behave in such a manner. He brought out emotions and behaviour that I had not known could exist anywhere in human existence. And now here I was exhibiting the full gamut. He had a way of touching my knee and inner thigh that sent shivers of electricity right through me. It was also the first time he had uncovered my breasts. I never knew anyone who was so crazy about this fleshy protuberance we women seem to be cursed with. Even Tony, my English boyfriend had never made me feel that my boobs were anything than the boringly normal. Yet Dan seemed to worship them.

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DAN

Unclasping the bra I was now about to lay eyes on those breasts that had been the object of my stares in the staffroom and of many fantasies upon my bed. I could only stare in wonder. Heavy and pendulous, topped by a rosy pink nipple as thick as my thumb, each must have weighed all of two kilos. I brought my hand close to one and whispered how beautiful I found her breasts.

"What do you love so much about my big, heavy boobs?" she asked me, seeming genuinely puzzled.

"You know, girls once they finish sickling, never go back to a woman's breasts. Being a man I have that priviledge of loving them again!"

"Nobody, and that includes their owner, has ever behaved the way you do about them You are the first," she declared.

I caressed them, squeezed them gently and worshipped them for almost 20 minutes during which she got hotter and more excited. I ran my hands over her groin that was so white I could hardly believe it was human. I kissed her all over her breasts, stomach and explored regions further south. I was excited to find her pubis mound heavily hirsute, brunette, with some creeping up the slopes of her thighs. The slit of her cunt was all hidden in the fastness of that forest.

"My so much rich hair!" I exclaimed. "I love burying my nose in it."

"My pudendum was always like that. Would you like me to cut it down?"

"Oh no! Don't you ever dare!" As I brought my mouth over her forest like a helicopter hovering, she started squirming in her seat like she had lice in her clothes. The loveliest aroma was floating up from the valley of her cunt, filling me with such excitement I could hardly control myself.

One hand tweaking and twirling her nipples, I ran my tongue through the heavy forest, sinking to the floor and exploring the valley of her slit all the way up and down. Her taste was just heavenly! I parted the very thick lips and surveyed the valley until she cried out. "Aaaah, Dan you're driving me crazy!"

"There's much more to come my girl," I mock-threatened her. I found her hole, sopping wet with a tangy sour-sweet liquid. I lapped it all up as I sank my tongue deep in her. I tongue-fucked my sweet Ruth until I felt her almost coming, then moved in search of her clit. My, how large it was! I sucked it all into my mouth and kneaded it gently between my lips and teeth. At this she lost all control, flung her hands over the arms of the sofa, her legs stiffened and she let out a cry like a wounded animal's. Holding my head to her groin, she came for many long moments. I lingered over the now wide open pussy, lovingly licking it clean of her delicious juices. When I lifted my head off her midsection she had this blissfully happy look on her face, thanking me for taking her on a journey she couldn't remember having gone on in all her 33 years.

Her white naked body spread all over the sofa, she looked so beautiful I could barely have enough of looking at her from head to toe, over and over again. I lowered myself and held that sweet, lovely fat body and enjoyed its generous curves. I kissed her face, neck, huge boobs, the many folds on her stomach. My attention could not long be kept from those magnificent breasts, on which I sucked like an infant nursing. I can still feel those nipples in mouth, my lips on her aureoles.

We were already climbing up the ladder of arousal again. But I wanted to give her a real African jungle fuck on her bed, so I slid my feet onto the floor and pulled her to me. I stood there on the carpet holding her lightly in my arms again. I just could not seem to get enough of this huge body, covered with all sorts of valleys for my fingers to explore. That full bursting figure had a feel all its own which I had never before experienced.

My hands around her amazingly narrow waist, I propelled her into her bedroom and switched on the CD player. I found that she had on a Westlife disc. As the sweet mellow sounds filtered into the room, I lay her softly on the bed and rolled her onto her stomach, patting her large buttocks, admiring the dimples on each cheek. My hands teased her inner thighs as I knelt behind her holding my rigid cock on one hand, using it to stroke her by-now wet pussy lips. She lifted herself onto her knees to give me better access. It was a view to die for, my knob opening her thick lips, nosing her enormous clit, producing the most delicious popping, sucking sounds. Without notice she pushed backward and impaled herself on my shaft, and I grabbed her ass-cheeks to steady myself, working ourselves into a rhythm. By pulling my upper body back I could look down and see my cock glistening with her love juices as it emerged from her depths. I could feel her pussy walls squeezing me on all sides, driving me crazy. I plunged and reversed with my head thrown back feeling so at one with this big lovely woman. My one hand strayed to her swinging breast, emulating milking motions on her nipple. Both of us cried out as if a Masai spear had lanced us as we exploded into each other with hot come flowing all over our legs. We pulsed and tensed, poured forth and soaked each other with the sweetness of a great fuck. Utterly spent, we fell over sideways, my arms still around that voluptuous body. As we cooled down I caressed her tenderly, while she sat on her 'petite-chaise'. We then fell into a deep contented slumber.

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RUTHIE

So I had travelled 6,000km from home to take up a teaching post in Africa. But I had travelled even further in my sexual experiences than I would have thought possible. Now here I was deeply in love with this man who did things to my body, and evoked feelings in me that no woman, I felt sure, could have experienced.

Every touch, every caress brought a fire into my body and transported me to a wonderful world all our own. I love to envelope his body in mine, hugging him to me. Fucking (gosh, the words I use nowadays!) became such an enjoyable experience with him. Dan spent so much time on foreplay that I had discovered regions in my body (which he finds so captivating, to my utter surprise) that gave me exquisite pleasure.

Last half-term holiday, as he had promised, he took me out to the Masai Mara Game Reserve. I was very excited at the chance to see wild game in their natural environment.

"I know many people back home who would have given anything for such a chance as this. They would have to scrimp and save for a lifetime so they can take a safari like I was," I said as Dan drove.

"Neither do Kenyans do so. It has taken you to make me come," he replied.

"No, look at me with a personal guide to take me on my very own safari!" After driving for what seemed the longest time, we were at a town he told me was called Narok. Presently which we hit a dust road. I could only pity the local people we passed riding in open pick-up trucks or aged cars. The dust must have been suffocating for them. I had thought it would not be long after this that we would arrive at our campsite, but in his most assuring voice he told me we had "only" 96km more. From anyone else it would have sounded a death blow.

On our first night I was almost petrified by fear of all the wild sounds going on around us, but with his presence I felt secure. Lions roared and a herd of elephants hooted somewhere to our left. In our tent we started to talk of our journey, and when he touched me with those magic hands of his I almost forgot we were in the wilds and not safe in my flat.

He ran his hands all over my body concentrating on 'his' boobs. Sucking, fondling them for ever so long, he got me so hot and lusty.

"Oh, Dan! My juices were already running." On hearing this, he wordlessly sank to his knees and spread my legs. Burying his head between them he thrust his tongue into my love nest, thoroughly nosing my thick pubic hair. I once thought it was too much and we should shave it, but he was dead set against it. So I have remained bushy so that my lover can hack his way to paradise like the explorers of old had to do in this country. Like they, he opened me up and his tongue was soon doing things to me I cannot find words to describe. Wild cats and other game made various night noises. At one time it felt like a stiff pointed thing he pushed into my hole, pretending it was a cock fucking me. One hand was still on my breast squeezing the nipple tenderly. Suddenly, without warning he sucked my clitoris into his mouth and my whole world exploded, leaving me in a dark space with stars wheeling around me, my body pulsating. I swam in this warm liquid until I seemed, much later, to travel back into the world of light and of solid objects. There he was looking at me as if I were the goddess Diana and licking my come juices off his lips like a greedy cat. He drew himself beside me on the sleeping bag and held me so tenderly I could cry.

"What a lovely, tender body you have, my sweet Ruthie!"

We must have fallen into a slumber because when I opened my eyes he was placing my hand to fondle his very erect cock. Instantly I was awake and wanting to feel him plunging deep into me, giving me yet another form of pleasure I had not known before him. Dan had indeed become my "Prince Consort". I began to wonder very seriously whether on my return home during the summer holidays I would find any pleasure with Tony.

Maybe when you next come this way you will find me happily married to my ebony lover, living among his people.