Serving the Billionaire

by Bloom, Julian

  When they had finished eating, he asked her if she wanted to rest and wait for the day to cool before they went for a game drive, and to his pleasure, she was most emphatically negative about that idea. This was a lifetime experience, the first – well the second - event in the rest of her life – her new life – and she didn’t want to waste a moment of it. What she’d experienced so far had just been an appetizer. He mentioned that it was already getting hot and uncomfortable, and a lot of the game would be resting in the shade, she remained adamant and told him she’d say so when she’d had enough.

  As it happened, the day’s clouds were already beginning to gather, so the heat wasn’t as punishing as it sometimes was, and they were lucky in the game. They had a good viewing of a pair of rhino with a calf, a pod of hippos resting on the bank of a pan with crocodiles in the water, and a family of giraffes. Everything was new to Tasheka, and Morné was delighted to discover when he began his informative guide’s patter, she was interested and even asked intelligent questions, so that he ended up explaining things which he didn’t bother to talk about with the average client.

  For Tasheka, the bush was an instant “love at first sight” experience, and more slowly she began to appreciate Morné. Oddly, as a person, he reminded her of Jake. Not only that, sitting next to him in the heat, she was aware of his masculine scent, which stirred up thoughts she’d never expected to have in this situation, certainly not with a white man.

  Morné found to his surprise that she reminded him of S’du. As hot and sweaty as he, she gave off a scent that was distinctly African, something he’d particularly enjoyed with S’du. That was welcome. She wasn’t S’du, and though guides often enlivened their nights with sexual dalliance with clients, he thought that in this case, it was very unlikely indeed, and any thoughts of it would only elicit the kind of memories he was sternly trying to banish.

  On the evening drive, however, during the traditional pause for drinks as the sun went down, and in the empty moments of the night drive, when sightings, though particularly interesting, were scarce, they discovered their mutual recent bereavement, which created an instant bond of understanding. Morné almost at once considered that they might mutually help fill the black hole in their lives. It took Tasheka longer. For her, his race was an issue.

  Chapter 8 DIFFERENT GAME, SAME PARK

  After a couple of pre-dinner drinks, and a sumptuous meal, as required because the camp was not fenced, he led her to her tent, taking here hand to guide her – though she didn’t know it – a most unguidely thing to do. As a test, it was inconclusive. She neither squeezed his hand nor removed it, but he was encouraged. There were two more nights to go.

  Though she’d given no sign, Tasheka had not been unaware of the feel of his hand on hers nor of its significance. She just had to ponder it. Fatigued, however, by a day replete with new things, she was asleep practically before her head hit the pillow. In the morning, however, she found that her doubts were gone. What Morné had been suggesting was definitely a part of the picture she had of her new life. What, after all, had she to lose? Nothing she could think of.

  The next morning was slightly disappointing as safari’s second days often are, the common game becoming less of a thrill. But just before heading to the camp for breakfast, they found a cheetah family on a kill not far from the road. Morné was able by inching along to get very close without disturbing them, and Tasheka watched, fascinated by the family’s interaction, for nearly half an hour. To communicate, they whispered in each other’s ear, their breath adding a second pleasurable dimension to the occasion. When the moment came when they had to leave or miss breakfast, Morné took the lobe of Tasheka’s ear in his teeth and swept his tongue across it. Tasheka’s obvious pleasure sealed the pact. They both knew how the day would end, and welcomed it.

  When Morné left Tasheka at her tent after dinner, he said, “I won’t be long.” He needed to go back to be seen in the dining room. The Sabi staff were no problem, but an inquisitive client could cause problems. When he returned, Tasheka had showered and was naked in bed under a sheet. She’d wondered why she wanted the sheet over her, but found that she was a bit shy about totally exposing herself to a white man’s gaze. When Morné knocked softly, she told him to come in. Quickly taking the situation in, he stripped off his clothes before saying, “Let me slice off the dust,” and headed into the shower. The sight of him naked quickened Tasheka’s pulse. He was, as she had expected, magnificent. The only surprise was that his pubic hair, not having been sun-bleached was several shades darker than that on his head. As he walked away from her, she admired his ass, trimmer than either Jake’s or Solomon’s – typically white.

  When Morné reappeared, slightly damp, he gently removed the sheet. “Let me see you.”

  “I’m fat.”

  “Ah, the more flesh there is, the more there is to enjoy.” Her plumpness reminded him of S’du, though he didn’t mention it. He ran his hands over her body. “Lovely!” he murmured. “A feast.” He lingered over the sight of her milk chocolate inner thighs, deliciously contrasting with the dark chocolate her outer ones. His first sight of that with S’du had excited him, and he was no less excited now with Tasheka. His Afrikaner friends didn’t know what they were missing!

  Kneeling, a leg on each side of her thighs, he kissed her, his tongue working furiously with hers. It went on and on until both he and Tasheka needed nothing more. Reaching with one hand down to her crotch, he inserted his fingers into her already soaking center and frothed her juices with them before licking them. “Delicious!” He kissed her again, mingling their juices, and without further ado entered her with a single deep thrust, her hips rising to meet him. He relished the moist heat of her ample thighs as they surrounded him as no slender thighs could. Hooking her knees over his shoulders, he spread and lifted them for the greatest possible conjunction and then slid over her slipperiness in a circular motion that was like nothing she’d ever experienced, even with Jake, his organ dong a tango with hers. It was heaven, but unfortunately not eternal, so it was only moments before every synapse in her body firing, she went off like a mighty skyrocket, red, yellow and green stars invading her mind until there was nothing else there at all. Morné followed moments later with his own no less dramatic climax. Without delay, he withdrew to lie next to her, prolonging her ecstasy and gentling it with his mouth and hand until she was at peace.

  “Thank you,” he whispered. “I needed that more than I can say. Never doubt that you are as beautiful as a woman can be.”

  “It was my pleasure, believe me. Let’s do it again!”

  And so they did, and did it again, until the thought of their pre-sunrise drive just a few hours away, was scheduled to begin before first light intruded. “Never mind,” he murmured. “We’ve another night to enjoy and need to pace ourselves.”

  “Yes,” she said, and two almost as delicious days to enjoy in a different way.”

  As she drifted into sleep, Tasheka thanked her lucky stars that she had said yes to Africa, and changed her life forever. She was sure Jake would approve, and perhaps was watching and smiling. She hoped so.

  The End

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