The Trip To Africa.

We finally got everything packed and we were on our way for our eleven day trip to Tanzania. We had a direct five hour flight from SFO to Atlanta. Brandi sat next to the window, I sat in the middle, and an older lady sat in the aisle seat. We were really tired and we slept all the way to Atlanta, there was an hour lay over in Atlanta.

We were very lucky to get tickets on a British air bus A 380, which was taking a trial run from Atlanta to Tanzania. We didn’t realize how lucky we were, because this plane was unbelievable! Everybody complains about the restrooms in most airliners, but the air bus actually had a shower, a sink and stool, of course, a makeup area, and a lounging area with one recliners and a couch. Our flight to Tanzania was a fifteen hour trip.

Brandi had picked out something very comfortable for her to wear. She wore a short sleeve white top, that cut right above her naval, showing her mid-riff and of course no bra. (Don’t forget double D’s) She also had on a white pair of leggings, that fit her very nice. The weather forecast was supposed to be in the high ninety’s and a lot of humidity when we arrived.

We had booked this flight late, we did not have great seats. Brandi had the middle seat, I had the isle and a black gentleman had the window. As we were setting there we introduced ourselves. His name was Ammon and he was from Tanzania. He was the president of a large bank and he had been in the United States on a business trip. Brandi told him that we were on our honeymoon and we were going to Tanzania for a safari. She also told him that she was a zoologist and that she had always wanted to go on a safari in Africa.

Ammon said, “My son runs the most exclusive tours in Tanzania, they are booked up, years in advance. You two seem like a nice couple, I could give my son a call when we get to Tanzania and see if he would give you a private tour. If you are really nice to me, I do have a little pull.

Brandi was ecstatic, I thought she was going to wet her pants. Ammon did a lot of talking with his hands. I noticed that he would touch her leg and he would put his hand on her shoulder, with his jesters. Brandi was doing most of the talking with him. I got the feeling he wanted more than conversation. We had been flying for about two hours. Ammon said, I noticed that you have been looking out the window, would you like to change seats with me?

Brandi looked over at me and I said, “Why not.” She then exchanged seats with Ammon.

Ammon said to both of us, “I am going to have drink would you two join me?”

Brandi replied real quick, “Yes, I would like a glass of white wine, I know my husband would enjoy a scotch and water.”

Brandi was really caught up with this African man and his knowledge of safaris. She is even going to start drinking, there should be a danger sign going up. The drinks arrived and we continued conversing, with Brandi still doing most of the talking. Brandi and Ammon put their drinks down real fast and Ammon ordered another round.

I turned down his offer and said, “Folks, I am real tired and need to get a little sleep, you two go ahead and continue your conversation.” I pulled my sun glasses out of my traveling bag, so my eyes could not be seen. I wanted to see what Ammon had on his mind. Ammon had his back to me and was facing Brandi. Brandi looked over at me and said, “He is out of it, he will probably be a sleep for three or four hours.”

The next thing I heard was Ammon ordering another drink for the both of them. This is Brandi’s third drink, this should start getting interesting. While they were waiting for their drinks to come, Ammon had his hand on Brandi’s knee and was gently squeezing it. The drinks came and Ammon asked the attendant if he could have a blanket, he was getting a little chilly. The attendant went and got a blanket and brought it back to him.

Ammon said, “Brandi would you like to share this with me.”

“Sure, I am getting a little chilly too.” Ammon put it over both their legs.

When Brandi leaned back in her seat, the top that she had on lifted enough that you could see the bottom of her boobs. Her nipples were really hard and were poking at the fabric. I could see the blanket moving, it looked like he was running his hand up and down on her thigh. He was talking very quietly and making gestures with his other hand. He dropped his hand down to her stomach and was touching her real lightly.

He leaned over close to her ear and said, “Does that feel good?”

Brandi nodded her head and replied, “That feels wonderful but I have to check and see if John is awake.” She leaned across Ammon and waved her hands in front of my eyes and I did not budge. “He looks like he is sound a sleep to me.”

Brandi laid back in her seat and I watched that black hand gently run across the bottom of my wife’s beautiful white tits. I know I should have stopped it right there, my cock was so hard watching a black man touching my wife. All the lights were off in the cabin and it seemed like everyone was a sleep. I hadn’t seen an attendant in over Thirty minutes. I was just close enough to see what was going on with Ammon and my wife.