White Lady
The white lady was very pretty. I had seen pretty women before, but she was particularly attractive. She was with her husband on a business trip in my country, Namibia. I had been assigned to drive them for my father's company. He was hosting the lady's husband, hoping for a partnership to explore some mining opportunities. I was working in the summer between semesters at the university. I would drive clients and visitors while also learning about my father's business. I drove his guests around, from their hotel to meetings and dinners with a few sight-seeing trips mixed in.
The white lady's name was Claire. She was thin, blonde and tall with very pale skin. Her breasts were not that large, but matched her physique. When she dressed up for dinner, she was elegant. The first night, she wore a long sleeveless dress. Her hair was done-up and she wore dangling silver earrings and a necklace with a big diamond. Her bracelet sparkled with more precious stones. Her shoulders were bare and the tops of her breasts heaved with each breath, making the diamond from the necklace raise and lower with each breath. She had long smooth legs. I'd seen plenty of pretty women, plenty of pretty white women, but something about her captivated me. With her pale complexion and blonde hair, she was particularly attractive to me. I didn't say anything, of course, but our eyes did meet frequently when I opened the car door for her and when she thanked me for some little things that I did.
I heard her talking to her husband in the back seat. Part of my job was to spy on their conversations and get a sense of how they were reacting to my father's proposals. She didn't seem to be interested in the things he was doing. She was fascinated by our country and when she realized that I spoke excellent English and was knowledgeable about the sights in our country, she began to ask me a lot of questions.
During the day, she dressed casually, but wore skirts or dresses when she was accompanying her husband. I drove them to dinner at a nice restaurant that overlooked a small animal park. I opened the door for her to get out of the car and I couldn't help but notice those legs. She had the most amazing white legs and with her skirt bunched up as she exited the vehicle, I had a nice glimpse of her bare thighs. I had trouble getting it out of my mind that evening.
I am a twenty-year-old student, as I said. I had a lady friend of my own, but we fell apart a few months ago. We had both matured into different people than we had been when we were growing up. We had been intimate. She was the only girl I had been with. My friends joked with me about that. They had all been with a few different ladies, including some of the prostitutes in the seedy quarter of our city. There were many things that went on there, sex. drugs, black-market, whatever.
The white lady had a variety of clothing and she wore something different every day. She was stunning in whatever she wore. Her jewelry accented her pretty face and arms. She often wore anklets that drew attention to her sexy legs. I couldn't help but notice the faint outline of her nipples on her dresses and blouses and was treated to occasional glimpses down her blouse when she bent over getting in and out of the car. Her milky white breasts jiggled with her every movement.
She was bored listening to all the business talk and did not want to accompany her husband on a trip to see a large, open pit mine. I had been to the place. It was big and dirty, with dust all over the place and men working in miserable conditions. Her husband asked me to take her shopping and sightseeing.
I showed her some of the old government buildings and the old part of our little village. She wanted to see some wildlife, so I took her to one of our national parks where she could see lions and elephants through her binoculars. She was fascinated by some of the birds and even knew the names of birds that I didn't. She was quite pleasant and I enjoyed talking to her. We became more relaxed, almost friends, although I knew my relative position. She was the boss and I was the driver.
The next afternoon, she was with her husband at my father's house. I was there, standing by. I had slept late and needed a shower. It's unacceptable for a driver to be sweaty and display body odor, so I took the opportunity to take a shower in my father's guest quarters. There is an outdoor shower that is quite convenient around the back of the garage.
I was in the shower, soaping my body when I caught sight of someone outside. It was the pretty white lady. She had left the meeting and was going for a walk. The curtain around the outdoor shower was open a few inches and I saw her looking at me. I was naked, of course, facing her way, so she could see my penis. I don't think my penis is anything special, although my friends have joked about its size.
I was frozen in place for a moment and realized that she had not turned away as someone would normally do in that situation. She was staring at me, obviously looking at my bare penis. I looked back at her and our eyes met. I sensed her interest and kept sliding the soap over me. As I moved my hands down my belly, she seemed to be more focused. I took it as a hint that she wanted to see me wash my cock. I obliged her, taking my dick in my hand and rubbing the soap up and down the shaft. It was becoming erect and my hand could only hold half of it. The white lady was staring with her mouth open. My dick got hard for her; she just kept looking at me. Finally, she heard someone else walking nearby and scurried away. It was an amazing experience to have this beautiful lady appreciating my penis. I rubbed it a few more times before completing my shower. Illicit thoughts had entered my head.
The next morning, I took Claire on an excursion into the countryside to look at some of the pretty scenery. She wanted something to drink, so we stopped at a little roadside café. She invited me to join her. She had a glass of wine, while I had a Pepsi. We were sitting across from each other. She was asking about my country and I was asking about hers. She was from California, somewhere I've always wanted to go. She was interested in my studies and my plans to work for my father once I graduated. She asked how I felt about our business and I told her some of my concerns about working conditions, but lamented that with the cut-throat competition, things were as they were.
She was wearing a skirt and a light-weight blouse. I noticed that she had undone a few of the buttons, and more significantly, with the way she was sitting, I had a nice view up her skirt. I deliberately did not look, but somehow the way she was talking and gesturing kept my attention on her. She had her legs crossed and I could see those pretty white thighs. She knew what she was doing; she was teasing me. After seeing me naked, she was returning the favor. It was strictly taboo to take any liberties with the wife of the men who did business with my father. Many of them would've killed anyone who was merely impolite to their wife. This was different, Claire was an American with different standards than the people from many other countries. She and I were joking and she was teasing. We had become quite friendly. I was not some hired-hand. She treated me like I was the son and heir to my father's business.
She bent down to tie her shoe and provided a nice down-blouse view. The tops of her milky white breasts above her bra were visible for a few seconds. They were beautiful and I felt a tingling in my loins in response.
We finished lunch and drove back to where her husband was meeting with my father. Apparently, they were reaching an agreement and were discussing financing and operations. I sat in on the evening meeting. Father wanted me to learn his business, so I listened to them making arrangements for a partnership. While we were meeting, I distinctly noticed Claire looking at me. I returned her glance and thought I detected a bit of desire. Was she flirting and teasing me? Was she genuinely interested in me? I seriously doubted that, a mature married white lady and a young black driver.
The next day, father was taking the man to see another mine and to meet some people. It was no place for a lady, so I was charged with entertaining Claire again. I eagerly accepted and when we started out, I asked what she wanted to do today. She left if to me. "Show me something I haven't seen before."
We drove out of the city for a while and stopped at a view point, where she could see all the way to the coast. In the near distance, we could see a large piece of land that my father owned. She asked to see it. It was in the hills, lightly forested with a lake and some wild animals, no elephants or lions, but some hyenas and birds. She was eager to go there.
I found the place, driving on some dirt roads for half-an-hour. I met with the security guard who watched over the place. He was in a little shack and unlocked the gate to let us pass through.
We drove a bit over a few hills and came to the lake. I told her how I used to come there in the summer with my sister and my cousins and we would swim. It was very inviting. The water was clear and the trees around the lake provided shade and made it an idyllic spot.
Claire surprised me when she said, "Let's go swimming."
I said, "I'd like to, but we don't have swimsuits or towels."
