Continuation of "Erica Meets the African executives" "Erica Travels to Africa" and the four-part series "My Wife Expands her Love life"
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Erica woke on Saturday morning with the sunshine streaming in her room at the Inn.
She could hear muffled conversation coming from the guest room, even though Dominic had spent the night with her in the master. She brushed her hair, brushed her teeth and padded out in her silk robe provided by to Inn to see what was happening.
Dominic was again on his mobile phone, she wondered what was happening, as he had seemed distracted the evening before, and, she thought, had not performed all that well in bed. She was frustrated as he climaxed long before she was ready. She had had a passionate orgasm the night before but she wanted more. She still wanted sex.
Finally, he got off the phone, it was obvious that he was talking to the President. There had been a developing crisis at the mine and the President needed to meet Dominic as soon as possible. The was nowhere appropriate for the helicopter to land in the mountains where they were, so Dominic was to leave there, and drive for an hour and a half to meet with him.
He apologised profusely for the night before, and for the fact that he would be gone for at least four hours. She said she hoped it was not something that had happened at the graduates' party, and he said it didn't. She was none the wiser.
They showered and dressed for the day. Dominic insisted that Erica not leave the Inn as it could be dangerous for a white woman to just walk on her own, even in daylight, and they went down for breakfast. They were almost alone, except for the honeymooners in another corner. The server, a lovely young black girl, explained that one group, the four older white women had left early on a jaunt and that the tennis players went to practice, and should be back soon. Erica hid her excitement. It would be an opportunity for the young tennis stars to get to know her better as they had said to her the night before. She thought to herself that at age 20, the twins were not really boys, but virile young men, handsome, physical specimens. Her arousal was returning.
She kissed Dominic goodbye and promised him she would spend the day lounging around pining away for his return. He laughed and said he would make it up to her when he got back.
She went back to her room to change. Already the day was becoming hotter and she wanted to hang out by the pool. She had bought a new bikini at the London shop, and it was sensational. Bright yellow, which highlighted her long blonde hair, and very supportive of her big bust, while fitting her lovely rear end like a second skin. The top was designed like a bra, and fit her most comfortably, showing her ample cleavage magnificently. She was glad there were no men around as it may be too revealing, she thought. She took the silk robe, provided by the Inn for that purpose, and tied it loosely around her middle, showing lots of legs and of course, a good portion of her breasts.
She took her iPad, thankful that the place had WiFi, as she could work on her report in peaceful quiet.
As she went down the stairs, Maasha was coming up. He started to earnestly apologise for his brother, Ugad's forwardness the night before. He was two steps below her. She said it was fine, and reached out to compassionately touch his arm, her hand lingered. He apologised that he was so sweaty, having just come off the tennis court. His shirt was soaking wet and it stuck to his muscled chest, and even his white shorts were wet. she thought he looked very erotic. The belt slipped and her robe fell open, she made no effort to cover herself, after all, she was dressed in her bikini. She said not to worry, it was very sweet of him to be so considerate. She hugged him briefly enjoying the smell of his physical exertions. He tried, but he could not tear his eyes off her breasts in the marvellous bikini top. She patted his face as they passed on the stairs, and told him she had reserved one of the cabanas by the pool, and asked him to join her there.
She was aroused beyond belief.
Maasha furtively pushed his huge thickening erection down between his legs, he had never seen a more sexy woman in his life. In England, he always dated white girls but none of them could compare with Erica.
She claimed her cabana from the pool attendant, who seemed to be the only person around. The cabana idea was relatively new, at least it certainly was for her, coming from Chicago and working in a downtown skyscraper. The cabana had a sofa across the back, a coffee table and casual chairs, and was designed to enjoy the breezes with roll-up sides and a pullover front. The back was more or less permanent. There was a massage table on one side. An ice chest with beer and sodas completed the comfortable space for guests.
Erica put on a floppy hat and pulled two chairs out onto the pool deck. She deliberately put them very close together. She wanted to sit very close to the sexy Maasha when he came out. She started to feel the heat, and so sat on the edge of the pool with her feet and legs in the water up to her knees. Maasha came out of the Inn. He was wearing a white speedo, a large white towel slung around his neck. She noticed his muscular legs as he slipped into the cool water. It seemed that in one motion he cut through the water passing her perch and was at the other end. He did twenty laps, slicing through the water with ease. She was impressed. He quietly stopped in front of her, his black face grinning. He put one hand on either side of her, barely touching the sides of her hips. Her legs were slightly open, his face was inches in front of her bikini bottom, he stared into her eyes, she parted her legs more.
The moment was electric. She reached down, held his face in her hands and kissed him boldly, erotically. Not a word had been spoken. His young cock was erect.