I was working, on a consultancy basis, for a UK mining company who were interested in developing business ventures in Nigeria. I was asked to fly there to meet with mineralogists and other mining experts to evaluate opportunities. I didn't relish the trip but had to go.
My flight to Nigeria was, as expected, two hours late. In the heat of the day, I made my way by taxi to the Radisson Hotel, Lagos. Check-in was quick and efficient and within fifteen minutes I had stripped and was enjoying a hot steamy shower. I wrapped myself in two soft cotton towels and lay on the bed. Travel had taken it out on me and I fell into a deep, relaxing sleep.
I awoke in a confused panic. After a few moments, I realised where I was. It was much later than I thought, and I was late for my dinner. I dressed quickly and took a taxi.
My earlier taxi driver had recommended the best restaurant in town. My driver dropped me at the restaurant which seemed very busy. I made my way to the door and spoke to the Maitre'd. I was astonished when he said there was no availability. I hadn't booked as I thought the place would be empty. I was about to depart a broken man when my 'girl in shining armour' tapped me on the shoulder. She'd heard of my dilemma and simply said that I could join her at her table.
I looked around at her. She was a gorgeous native, with a stunning figure and a radiant smile. She wore a simple, but elegant black silk dress which looked spectacular on her. Her original dinner companion was a business associate and his business took less than thirty minutes before he made a tactful retreat. I had kept my eyes on my exquisite companion throughout the discussion (which was in Yoruba, which I understood roughly zero percent). She apologised for ignoring me. She said her name was Berry. I introduced myself and told her a little about me. We chatted easily as we ate the delicious Jollof rice. When I mentioned I was staying at the Raddison, her eyes lit up.
"I've never been there. What's it like?" she said.
"Well," I replied. "You must come back for a nightcap."
She said nothing, but her eyes danced.
We finished our food and emptied the bottle of wine. I paid for our meal and made our way into the warm starry night. I started to hail a passing cab but she stopped me and insisted we walk the twenty-five-minute trip back to the hotel. We locked arms as we walked. After a few hundred yards she pulled me to the shadows and we kissed passionately. My hands started at her waist, but I raised them and took the opportunity to caress her breasts under her silk dress. Her nipples were hard and my fingers traced their shape. She didn't object as we continued our passionate kiss.
We broke apart, breathless. We started walking, quicker this time. On reaching the hotel, I started to move towards the bar but was pulled towards the bedrooms by my guest. It seemed I was to get a different sort of 'nightcap'.
With the door closed behind us, we looked at each other, smiled, and came together for a kiss. First a quick peck on the cheeks, and after a pause a deeper kiss involving much use of tongues. I kissed her neck, earlobes, and shoulders tenderly.
As we continued kissing I revisited her breasts and found a zipper at the back of her silk dress. I pulled down on it and was delighted when the zipper opened easily. The dress fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. I looked down to admire her breasts. They were cupped with a lacy black bra, which accentuated her curves and cleavage. I ran my hand over her bra, then took the clasp in one hand, squeezed and the bra was off. I lowered my head and kissed each breast, taking the nipples into my mouth and sucking like a newborn baby. She pushed me away and said,
"Too much. They are too sensitive."
I now saw her panties for the first time. A matching set with her bra.
I said, "Perhaps I should just lick your clit?"
She purred and sat on the edge of the bed. I knelt down and pulled off her panties. I caught an aroma that tells only one thing - intense sexual arousal. I nearly went straight to her clit, but instead started kissing her thighs, then slowly down the length of her elegant legs. I kissed her toes then back up her legs, enjoying the feel of her soft inner thighs. I teased her, kissing so near to her pussy, but never quite getting there. I kissed her mons and blew a stream of air onto her pussy. I could sense her arousal and frustration grow.