“YES!” shouted Loli and her friends before collapsing into giggles.
“We’re always carrying dirt, lion lady,” said Buba, the serious boy who’d questioned Leona’s strength yesterday. “I told you it wasn’t that hard!”
“And you were right, Buba,” said Leona, letting him take her hand and lead her to the buckets.
“Leona!” Marco called, causing her and the children to pause. “Hey, sorry, could I borrow you for a second? Sorry, I was gone yesterday.”
Leona shrugged. “You were busy,” she said, turning away from him. “And I’ve got work to do. We can talk tonight if you want. Though,” Leona looked back at Marco over her shoulder, “Have you seen George?”
“He had to go to the next town for supplies,” said Marco, a little put out that she wasn’t more excited to see him.
“Oh, okay,” Leona said. “Well, see you tonight.” And, with that, she disappeared into the insistent gaggle of children, leaving Marco on his own.
Marco was dumbfounded. What had happened to the bitchy, spoiled Leona he’d known in New York? That Leona would never have allowed dirty children to touch her – let alone bother to make them laugh. Nor would she ever have passed up a chance to be alone with him.
As the day went on, Marco found himself more and more impressed by Leona. Even though she was clearly out of her element, she didn’t complain. She worked hard with the children and never missed a chance to make them laugh – even it meant making herself look silly. By the time the end of the day rolled around, Marco was starting to feel guilty for abandoning her here like he had. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as he’d thought.
“Leona,” he called, coming up next to her and the children. “Work’s over for the day.”
“Great,” said Leona, straightening, but showing no signs of wanting to talk to him.
“I was, uh, thinking,” Marco said quickly when it looked like she was about to go off with the kids, “that maybe you’d like to drive into the nearby town with me?”
Leona raised her eyebrows but stopped walking away.
“There’s a pretty decent hotel there. They have hot water and room service. I owe you a nice dinner and a good night’s sleep, I think,” Marco continued.
“Yeah, I’d say you do,” said Leona, hiding her excitement at the idea of a real shower – and a night alone with Marco. “Just let me get a change of clothes.”
“Okay,” said Marco. “Meet you back here?”
Leona nodded, then paused and turned back to Marco. “Is George back yet?” she asked.
Marco shook his head. “He won’t be back until tomorrow morning,” he said. Why’s she so hung up about George, anyway? Marco wondered.
“Right,” said Leona, heading for her hut.
The hotel was nothing fancy by Leona’s usual standards, but it was clean and quaint. Its stucco walls were painted in a bright, colorful style and accented by the dark woodwork and large ferns in hanging planters. Upstairs, her room looked out onto an inner courtyard filled with tropical trees and a tinkling fountain. White linen curtains blew in the faint breeze.
“This is basically heaven,” said Leona as she turned the bronze taps of the shower and felt the water warming up. “I cannot wait to get into this water.”
Marco laughed, watching her. “I want to apologize, Leona,” he said.
Leona looked at him through the open bathroom door. “Oh?” she replied archly.
“I shouldn’t have let you arrive alone and without an explanation. That was mean.”
“Yes,” Leona agreed, “it was.” She paused, looking at the shower then back at Marco. “But I understand why you did it,” she said at last. “I deserved a good shock to the system. And I… I’ve had fun, despite myself.”
Marco smiled, coming towards her. “You’re pretty good with kids,” he said.
“Right?” Leona agreed. “No one’s more surprised than I am, let me tell…you…” her words drifted as Marco gently pushed her sweaty hair off her forehead. Leona looked up at his dark eyes and felt her breath catch in her throat.
“You know,” Marco said with a half-smile, “even when covered in dirt and smelling like you just ran a marathon, you’re still one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen, Leona.”
Leona made a noise between a giggle and a moan. “Don’t remind me. I know I haven’t showered in two days.”
Marco laughed, playing with the hem of her T-shirt. “Can I make it up to you?” he asked, his voice husky as he brushed his lips across her cheek.
Leona swallowed. “Yes,” she whispered. Half of her wanted to throw herself onto his beautiful body and the other half wanted to collapse laughing – after all her attempts, now Marco wanted her? Now that she looked and smelled like a hangover bum? God, the irony.
“Thank you,” he said, pulling her T-shirt over her head. He made quick work of her clothes, gently leading her naked into the shower. While she stood under the steaming water, her eyes closed in ecstasy, Marco hurriedly stripped off his own outfit. Joining her in the shower, he lathered the soap between his hands as he eyed the sensuous curves of her body. Turning her around, so that she faced the showerhead, he reached around her, cupping her breasts in his soapy hands. As his hands made slow circles on her sweaty skin, he kissed her shoulders, delicately nibbling her skin from time to time.
Leona sighed, leaning back against him. She could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back, but Marco seemed unconcerned. Slowly, methodically, he washed the grime from her tired skin. One by one, he raised her arms, massaging her sore muscles as he cleaned her, kissing the soft skin of her underarm and sending shivers through her body. Never before had a lover made her feel so safe and Leona gladly submitted her aching body to his soft care.
When her front was well and truly clean – and if her breasts were slightly cleaner than the rest, Leona wasn’t complaining – Marco gently guided her off him, leaning her against the tiled wall so that he could massage her back as he rubbed the citrus-scented soap into her aching muscles. As his strong fingers worked out her knots, Leona groaned out loud, feeling her whole body loosen.
“God, that feels amazing,” she murmured.
Marco smiled. “The best is yet to come. At least, I hope,” he said with a laugh. Leona shivered in anticipation.
His hands slid lower as Marco fondled her ass, working soap between her cheeks. She whimpered as his fingers massaged the tight whorl of her anus, sending a wave of pleasure through her. Leona could feel her pussy tingle with a growing desire.
As if he could read her mind, Marco rinsed the soap from her bum and knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks and running his tongue along her taint, flicking her pussy’s entrance without going further in. Leona panted, her fingers curling on the slick tiles. With another chuckle, Marco pressed himself deeper between her plump cheeks, his tongue roving between her swollen labia. Lightly, he brushed her clit, purposefully teasing Leona with the brief contact.
Leona moaned his name, her body wound tight as he took his time, sucking and licking her pussy without ever giving her what she wanted. “Marco, fuck me,” she gasped at last.
“So impatient,” he replied, drawing a finger along her hypersensitive clit and making her gasp again.
“Marco!” she growled. Still laughing, he thrust two fingers deep into her desperate pussy, while his pinkie slid up her ass.
“Oh God,” Leona gasped as the sudden, dual sensations crashed over her like a tidal wave. “Oh God, yes.”
Slowly, Marco drew his fingers in and out, letting her adjust. Only when she cried, “Harder!” did he pick up the pace. As he pumped, his tongue went back to work, licking the tight nerves around his pinkie as Leona mewled and shuddered above him. She fought hard against the overwhelming sensation, but he was doing too much to her all at once and it wasn’t long before she gave into the pleasure. Faster than Marco thought possible, the walls of Leona’s pussy clenched around him and he felt the hot fluids of her orgasm running do
wn his wrist as she screamed his name, her whole body bucking against him.
“Oh God,” Leona panted when it was over. Her eyes half-closed, she leaned against the cool tiles as Marco freed his hand.
“Tired already?” Marco said. “I hope not.” Stepping out of the shower, he fished a condom from his leather bag and made quick work of the foil. Leona watched him pull the latex over his throbbing erection, unconsciously biting her lips at the sight of his long, hard cock.
“In here?” Leona asked as Marco re-entered the shower.
He nodded and reached down, lifting her onto his hips. Pinning her against the wall as if she weighed nothing, Marco slid his erection into her still-wet pussy, groaning as he felt her tight walls close around his sensitive head. “God, you feel good,” he said, kissing her throat. As he began to thrust, Marco gripped her ass in both hands, bringing her down hard onto his cock.
Leona groaned as his thick dick stroked the delicate walls of her pussy. For the second time in as many days, she felt completely full. As his pace quickened, she dug her nails into his shoulders, her head thrown back against the tiles. Marco moaned as that exposed her full, heaving breasts, and she smiled even as she gasped with pleasure. Under her feet, Leona could feel Marco’s muscular ass and thighs clench as he fucked her, his thrusts growing more and more frantic as his own orgasm began to build.
Marco knew they were both close and, wanting to get her off before he came, he once more slid a finger into her ass. Leona’s reaction was immediate and her pussy clenched hard around his cock, her hips thrusting wildly against his as her orgasm began. Pushed over the edge by the sudden sensation, Marco couldn’t hold off any longer and, with a groan, he thrust deep into Leona as his orgasm crashed through him.
Gasping for air as her orgasm slowly faded, Leona leaned her forehead on Marco’s. He nudged her nose with his in response, a goofy smile on his face.
“Wow,” she said, staggering a little as her feet touched the ground.
“Yeah,” said Marco as he steadied her, pulling her into his arms. Leona grinned up at him, her body soft with pleasure.
Suddenly he laughed. “We still haven’t washed your hair!”
“I guess we got a bit distracted,” Leona giggled as he reached for the shampoo.
Chapter 4
On the ride back to the village, Leona was quiet. She’d had a wonderful night with Marco, who was lovely and caring. He’d ordered them dinner and entertained her with stories of his time in Africa and, when they were full, he massaged her feet with coconut oil and they’d made love again between the crisp, white sheets of the enormous bed. But, as blissful as the night had been, this morning Leona found herself thinking about George and their passionate night in her hut. Marco was sweet, and she loved how safe he made her feel, but she missed the way George had fought with her, matching her fiery attitude with his own – though she was still hurt that he had left her without even saying goodbye.
It took them two hours to get back to the village and when they arrived, Leona still didn’t know who or what she wanted.
Everyone was working on the school when they arrived and, without much discussion, they both pitched in to help. Leona was glad to escape into the giggling band of children. As they’d arrived, she’d seen George at work mixing concrete, his muscular back glistening in the sun, and her body’s response had been immediate - even as Marco leaned across the stick shift to kiss her. Working with the children let her escape from her dilemma, although her stomach clenched every time she saw Marco and George talking together. She thought about moving closer so that she could hear their conversations, but decided it was better to stay out of the way. At the end of the day, however, they both came to get her, and Leona knew she couldn’t hide any longer.
“George and I thought we could all head back to town and have dinner at the hotel. What do you think?” Marco asked her, smiling.
Leona looked from one beautiful man to the other and licked her suddenly dry lips. “Um, that sounds great,” she said feebly.
“I’m sure we’ve got lots to talk about,” George added with an enigmatic smile that made Leona simultaneously weak in the knees with lust and absolutely terrified that he might know about her and Marco.
“Yeah, right,” she answered, her voice squeaking.
During the two-hour drive back to the hotel, Marco and George talked in the front seat, laughing and joking about different projects they’d worked on. It turned out that George was a project manager for the NGO Marco was fundraising for and that this was their fourth project together.
“So you guys are pretty good friends?” Leona asked from the back seat, her stomach in knots.
“I’d trust George with my life,” said Marco, grinning.
“Well, you’d trust me with hers, at least,” George replied with his customary dry humor. Marco burst out laughing, slapping the steering wheel, while Leona chuckled weakly and closed her eyes. Was she going to ruin their friendship on top of everything?
Despite Leona’s worries, the three of them had a lovely dinner in the hotel’s breezy courtyard. As the sun set behind the mountains, they lingered over their dessert – perfectly ripe, fresh fruits from the hotel’s garden. Forgetting herself for a moment, Leona happily slurped mango juice from her fingers – until she caught both men watching her hungrily. Slowly, Leona pulled her finger out from between her lips as all her worries came flooding back. “Where are my manners?” she asked with a brittle laugh, wiping her hands on her napkin. “You’re staring,” she said after a moment when the men still hadn’t looked away from her.
The two friends glanced at each other and Marco smiled. “You want to tell her or should I?”
“Go ahead,” said George, leaning back in his seat with his usual feline grace. His eyes returned to Leona, unabashedly roving her body. She felt her pussy grow warm despite her worries.
“We know you slept with both of us,” said Marco bluntly.
Leona gaped at him.
“And we’re really okay with it,” he continued with a smile. “I mean, it’s not like I had some sort of claim on you just because I brought you to Africa.”
Leona snorted. “Especially considered how you brought me to Africa.”
“Exactly,” Marco agreed. “But we both…” he paused, glancing at George. “We both want to do it again,” he continued. “But your parents’ jet is coming tomorrow morning to fly you and me back to New York. So, George and I, we thought, well, maybe you’d be interested in having us both… together,” he finished.
“Together?” Leona echoed.
“Though we’d understand if you think that might be too… overwhelming for you,” George added with a teasing smile.
Leona raised an eyebrow. “Someone thinks very highly of himself,” she sniffed haughtily. Then she grinned. “I’d love to,” she said.
“Thank God,” said Marco. “Otherwise George and I would have had to duel and he would definitely have kicked my ass. I’ll go reserve a room.”
With Marco gone, George and Leona eyed each other greedily across the table. Leona broke the silence first.
“You left without saying goodbye,” she accused him.
George nodded, a brief look of regret flashing across his beautiful face. “I knew Marco was coming back. I figured you two had something going on and I didn’t want to complicate it.”
“Well, you could have asked,” Leona told him.
“Yes,” he agreed. After a paused, he said, “I’m sorry.”
Leona nodded. “And I’m sorry for being such a spoiled brat,” she replied.
“I guess we’re equal then,” said George with a smile, just as Marco came back. Leona nodded.
Marco waved a room key, one hand resting on Leona’s shoulder. “All set,” he said, his thumb brushing the bare skin of her neck. Leona shivered in anticipation.
Leona and George stood, and she slipped an arm through each of the men’s. “Let’s go,” she smiled.
As Ma
rco bent to unlock the door, Leona felt George’s hands on her ass as they waited. Her eyes fluttered open and shut as he squeezed her flesh between his strong fingers. Marco caught sight of her expression and grinned, shoving the door open.
“Come on,” he said, taking Leona’s hand. “I swear to God I’ve had an erection since they served the main course.”
George laughed, guiding Leona from behind, his hands on her hips. Once they were all inside, George kicked the door shut with one foot as Marco made up for lost time, taking Leona’s face in his hands and kissing her deeply. She moaned into his warm lips as his tongue explored her mouth. She felt George’s hard-on throb against her ass as the other man pressed himself against her, his hands coming up to fondle her breasts as he kissed her neck.
Gently, Marco pulled off her shirt and George undid her bra. As soon as her golden breasts were free, Marco lowered his mouth to her nipples, running his tongue in wet circles around her areolas. Leona smiled, arching her back and wrapping one arm around George’s neck, tilting her head so he could kiss her upside down. Her other hand was buried in Marco’s silky hair, her fingers tighten as he sucked her nipples with sudden force. Leona moaned into George’s mouth.
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