Rebecca strolled through the hotel lobby tightly clutching her husband's arm. They had only arrived on Harare yesterday. A long night's sleep and now her husband had to meet his new boss and start work. Emerging into the sunlight Rebecca was pleased at the heat of the sun. It was early in the day but already she felt that in Africa she would never be cold again. As they walked down to the hotel driveway she could see a car waiting with a driver smartening himself up in readiness of greeting her husband Robert. She was surprised to see this early indication of her husband's importance to his new company.
Robert confirmed his identity to the driver, who opened one of the car doors for him. Her husband turned to her and gave her a hug.
"I'll be back for lunch, and we will have a look around tonight."
He glanced around at the African street, it was a modern city, but he could sense the eyes watching them.
"Best to remain in the hotel until I get back."
"You must be joking. There are shops to explore, and none of those English high street stores here! I'm going to explore!"
Robert sighed, but knew better than to argue with his adorable wife.
"Just be careful honey, this is not England, and people do things differently here."
She laughed and punched him in the chest. "They are just people honey."
"Yes, but the men here... "
"Men, are men... the same the world over."
Robert gave in and climbed into the car. He watched as Rebecca turned away and strolled back into the hotel. Her graceful sway had been one of the first things that had attracted to her. They had been married four years and their failure to have a baby was starting to cause a strain. He was sure two years in African would be a welcome diversion in their life.
Rebecca betrayed no hint of the nervousness she felt at being left alone on their very first day. Robert would be back at lunchtime. By then she resolved to find something to buy. The idea of shopping in new strange shops was exciting.
Rebecca felt a tightening in her chest as the entourage of an African businessman blocked her way into the hotel. He was imposing and authoritative in his sharp cut suite. The flunkies around him were glaring at her for having the effrontery to block their way.
Rebecca looked up into his eyes and found her heart fluttering. His gaze was penetrating, but warm with humour, and she found herself smiling. His smile was wide and he reached forward and took her hand and to her surprise kissed it.
"You are new, yes?"
"Don't be surprised. There are not that many beautiful and stylish white ladies in Harare. Here is my business card. When you and your husband have settled in give me a call and we will see if we can ensure you have a good social life. Now if you will excuse me I have a meeting to go to."
Rebecca examined the business card. It had the name Joshua Farei embossed in it, with the name of his company Zambezi Aggregates, and an address Hatuna Katama, Greendale Road, Borrowdale. She put in her purse without a second thought.
By then his entourage had moved into the hotel.
Rebecca entered the hotel acutely conscious that in those brief moments her panties had become soaked with moisture. She returned to their room and changed into a loose fitting top and trousers. The trousers hugged the curves of her bottom, but that could not be helped, and she suspected that one of her usual skirts would attract too much attention from the local men.
It was three hours later that Rebecca returned to the hotel. She was hot and bothered, but pleased as well. The African shops had been fabulous. They were full of intricate carvings, some in wood, and others in soapstone. She had found variously coloured gemstones in various settings. The range of African musical instruments had surprised her none had been electronic of course! Furniture had frequently been ornate carved wood, or cane.
It had all been so much different than back home and she had drunk it all in, realising that it would be a long time before she got bored with the shops in Harare. She had not been able to travel anywhere without being the centre of attention. She had been surprised to see so many white people in the heart of the city, though Africans had predominated, and she had kept a wary eye on the black street urchins who seemed to run like packs of hounds through the streets.
She had returned to the hotel aroused and excited, with another set of wet panties. She had hardly walked one hundred yards from the hotel before, stopping at traffic lights to cross the road, a warm hand had slid across her bottom lightly stroking. She had jumped in shock and pulled away, turning to glare at the offending African. The sparkling humour and laughing eyes had melted her anger, but she still scowled and stepped away from him.
The whole morning had seemed like that. Whenever she stopped to browse or admire a carving, or attractive jewellery, a passing African had taken the opportunity to fondle her bottom. In one shop, amid dark musty shelves she had felt an erection pressed into her soft curves, when she tried to squeeze past. The fact that such men had become so quickly aroused by her presence flattered her. Her initial fright had passed as she found that most of the men had sparkling humour in their eyes and she had not been able to maintain her fear in the face of such obvious delight on the faces of the Africans who fondled her. Even so she had moved quickly away from them.
The police and soldiers had been more intimidating. At least three police officers had demanded to know her address when they stopped her in the street. When she gave the Monopatama Hotel they had looked distinctly put out. She had already concluded that when the company eventually found them somewhere to stay it would be best not give her address to an African! The tall guys in the blue uniforms and dark blue helmets outside government buildings did intimidate her. She has seen hostility mixed with lust in their eyes, and she shivered to think what it would be like to be white woman who had fallen into their cruel hands. The fear in her stomach had been matched by an unaccountable thickening of her nipples!
So when she returned to the hotel, hot and bothered, with wet panties, she was in need of a quick restoration at the bar! An iced cocktail on the hotel terrace looking out over the Monopatama Gardens had been just the trick. Life was going to be different here in Zimbabwe.
Her moment of relaxation was interrupted when Joshua Farei strode on to the terrace. His bodyguard followed and the hotel waiters responded as though he was the most important man in the world, hurrying to offer him a table, a menu, a drink arrived without request. As he settled down his eyes passed over Rebecca, stopped, then his eyes returned to her.
Rebecca tried to suppress the pleased flush that this obviously important African had noticed her. She watched as he called to a waiter, and moments later a long glass with pink frothy contents arrived with a straw. She noticed the crushed ice, and licked her lips. Then she looked up at him and he grinned and nodded. She smiled back. Moments later another smartly dressed African arrived and the waiters made just as much fuss over the new arrival.
At that moment her husband appeared and looked tentatively around the terrace. Rebecca gave him a wave, and he grinned and joined her. He glanced at the two cocktail glasses with some alarm. Rebecca sat back in the chair.
"I've been shopping."
Robert looked even more alarmed.
"Relax honey, it was all window shopping. I promise I will not buy anything before payday."
"It's not that honey, but we need time to get settled and sort out our debts in England."
Rebecca pouted, she hated him talking about their debts as if it was all her fault; she needed retail therapy. Married four years and still no baby and it was getting to her! She glanced across at Joshua Farei and wondered when he last worried about money. She gave a little shiver as she thought of the black babies that man had probably produced, and a tingling invaded her loins.
"Well we should order lunch. Have your seen anything you fancy?"
Rebecca looked at Joshua and her loins pulsed.
"Sorry, dear, I haven't really looked at the menu, but they have crocodile tails on the Specials Board."
Robert looked around for the board, surprised and intrigued.
"Or we could go upstairs and have another go at making a baby."
Robert choked on his drink.
"I am on heat," she said. 'In more ways than one, ' she thought as she looked at Joshua.
"You mean... ?"
"Of course that's what I mean. I'm fertile again, it started this morning, so either order crocodile tails, or take me upstairs."
A look of mental anguish seemed to cross her husband's face and she sighed and wondered what to order for dessert.
"Well I have to get back to the office, dear, it's my first day and all. I really have to make a good impression. It can wait until tonight after all."
Rebecca ignored him and waved to a waiter, four years and no baby and not one today either by the look of it. A real man would have taken her to bed and fucked her senseless at lunchtime then taken her straight to bed when he came home from work and done the same again! The waiter arrived and ogled her breasts as they strained the material of her loose top as she leaned forward pointing to the menus. She ignored his gaze and ordered an oyster starter just to make a point to her husband.
.... There is more of this story ...