John Greene was 26, and tall with a swimmer's athletic build. He had time to stay in shape because he lived on his stock market earnings, he played the market well enough to never need a traditional job so long as he kept his eye on his portfolio. His financial freedom gave him the opportunity to travel the world and experience anything he wanted to before settling down.
His current adventure was to Tanzania to go on Safari, he wanted see elephants and giraffes and all the other animals he had loved as a child. It was going to be exciting and different from his first few trips to Europe. He sipped on a glass of champagne as he saw Dar es Salam come into view from his window. The first class suite on his Emirates flight had many perks, not the least of which was that he had enough space to sleep. In fact he was feeling refreshed at the end of his flight rather than drained like the poor bastards in coach. He let the flight attendant clear the remnants of his breakfast off of his table. Her name was Amina and he had been flirting with her shamelessly through the entire flight from his layover in Munich. She had been receptive, John wasn't surprised by that. Between his money, athletic body and good looks, he had rarely struggled to get the attention of women.
Amina was from Morocco he had learned, she was maybe in her late 20's and slim with long curly hair only partially obscured by the white shawl of her uniform. She had dark eyes and a long patrician nose that made her look regal somehow, like a princess. She spoke in soft and heavily accented English that sounded almost like music to John's ears.
As Amina gathered up the last of his garbage he gave her one last smile, turning on all his charm. He slipped a napkin with his phone number and a note saying "If you are free before your next flight" onto the tray. A smile tugged at her mouth too and a bemused look came across her eyes. Clearly this was not the first proposition she had received in the course of her job but she seemed receptive to this one. He watched her backside as she left. It would be fun to take her to his hotel room and bend her over the balcony he thought. But he wasn't too concerned if she called him. He had a good feeling about this trip.
His trip would be two weeks long. 3 days in Dar es Salam adjusting to the time zone and enjoying the beach and the nightlife before traveling by cars and small propeller planes to various lodges out in the interior of the country. He had private game trips booked with the best guides for just himself but he hoped he would find a nice local girl or two to keep his bed warm at nights too. He enjoyed all sorts of partners, young and old and of all races so long as they were eager and good looking. He could be pretty kinky too, he had a room full of ballgags and leather restraints at home, he had brought a couple of his smaller toys in case he met the right kind of girl who liked that too but he wasn't going to be dragging a suitcase full of that stuff around Africa.
He was met at the terminal by a chauffer who quickly whisked him and his luggage to the Johari Rotana, a 5 star resort over looking the water. The lobby was warmly lit and furnished with fine chandeliers and furniture. It was bustling with people coming and going. He had booked the Sea View Royal suite so he was brought to a separate check in desk where he was attended to by another beautiful woman. Her name was Imani and she was a tall Tanzanian woman in her 40's with long braided hair. She very strong and unidentifiable perfume that was extremely pleasant to smell. A bellhop led him to his room and unloaded his luggage.
He had a spacious suite. A king sized bed was near the wall which featured floor to ceiling windows overlooking the ocean. It was a commanding view of the city as it curved along with the coastline. The bathroom was some kind of smooth black stone tile. The bathtub was large enough to fit even his large friend and a potential guest and there was a silk robe waiting for him. John changed into his swimsuit before he could allow himself to become too comfortable. He needed to work out the stiffness of the flight.
The rooftop pool was gorgeous and soaked in the hot African sun warming the water. John jumped into the refreshing water and began doing laps. The pool was relatively crowded. There were travelers from all over the world, primarily from Europe but with a fair amount of Africans as well as Indians and Asians. An Indian girl was doing laps as well and they naturally started to swim in sync with each other. She turned and smiled at him before pulling ahead, John smiled and raced to pass her. They reached the wall of the pool at about the same time. They caught their breath and laughed with each other. He finally got a good look at her sitting still. She then climbed out of the pool, her dusky skin dripping in the sun with pool water. She had nice curves and a wonderful ass. Maybe 5 ft 4 in with jet black hair that nearly reached her waist. She was younger than he was but he couldn't guess buy how much.
He watched her go over to what seemed to be the rest of her family. He got out of the pool himself and laid in a deck chair to dry off in the sun. A waiter quickly attended him and he ordered a gin and tonic, it was lunch time and it felt appropriate for his first drink in Africa. He spent the next hour people watching. The other guests were diverse and vivacious enough to be entertaining. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the family of his swimming competitor leave, only for the girl to come over to him. She laid in the deck chair next to him. He could see her nipples poking through her one piece bathing suit. "Are you looking for a rematch?" He asked teasingly.
She giggled a bit "Why, you already know you can't beat me!"
John laughed "I don't remember you winning, I couldn't see through all the splashing" He leaned over and reached out his hand "My name is John by the way"
She shook his hand, lingering for a bit afterwards, "Ila"
"Where did your family go? do you need to catch up with them or are on your own?" John asked.
Ila rolled her eyes. "Appa and Mama have a date somewhere in the city, I have to stay here at the hotel." She then looked at him very directly "So I am on my own, and I can do anything I want so long as I do it in the hotel." Her tone and body language was very eager but with perhaps a touch of nervousness.
John hadn't quite expected an opportunity like this to fall into his lap, but he wasn't one to let it go by. "Well I have the penthouse suite, as it so happens that is in the hotel, maybe I can help you find something to do there?"
