As an experienced 4x4 tourist guide I am often requested to undertake personalized tours into the African bush for smaller groups with specific requirements.
Being an independent operator I am entirely flexible and can usually accommodate everyone’s needs for which I charge a basic daily rate over and above the tour expenses.
Recently I received this unusual email from two Scandinavian ladies who requested a proposal for a relaxing three week tour to some of the central African game reserves but this was also to include game viewing from a luxury house boat on Lake Kariba.
Basically an uncomplicated assignment, I thought. South Luangwa game reserve in Zambia and Mana Pools in Zimbabwe were closest to Kariba and pretty wild as well. The challenging part was the mode of transport requested. They needed a luxuriously equipped 2x4 motorhome with all the bells and whistles to enjoy the wild in absolute luxury.
They were quick to explain that they had both recently come out of nasty divorces and their objective was to have fun and lose themselves in the bush.
All possible, I thought. But two recently divorced women in their late thirties and a fifty year old male together on a personalized bush tour would not bode well with any of the larger tour companies. As I was an independent and had my company’s reputation to protect I felt confident that I could handle the situation both competently and professionally without blemish on my spotless fifteen year reputation.
The day soon arrived to meet their flight at Lusaka airport, Zambia.
Luxury motorhomes a la America are not that freely available in Africa let alone central Africa but after extensive inquiries in Johannesburg, S.A. I was fortunate enough to locate a brand new one which was being dropped off at Lusaka Airport the day before. This was available provided that I returned it to the hire company’s Johannesburg offices on completion.
The hire company was delighted to accept my booking and assured me that it would be in perfect condition and would even supply all the extras I had listed for my clients assured comfort. These included an endless supply of towels, two chez lounges, outdoor tables, lanterns etc.
The motorhome was incredible. Besides the expected luxury it also had a small bath tub and a 400 litre water tank as well as the equivalent grey water storage system to cope with showers and baths for two days. Yet it was not ungainly in size for maneuverability in rough terrain. I was satisfied that I had met their brief.
Dressed in my tour guide khaki shorts, boots and hat with Africa Bush Safaris prominently displayed on a placard as well as on my hat and shirt I met their flight.
Two hot females strutted out from the crowd in the arrivals hall straight towards me. Both were dressed in their designer safari outfits complete with headgear, all specially bought for their African bush experience. Their appearance caused a huge stir in the crowd as they literally came bouncing along.
The one on the right wore body hugging light beige jeans. They were so tight that they stretched across her magnificent mound leaving nothing to the imagination. She also wore an almost see-through cream top which did little to hide her bra-less fully erect perky nipples, safari hat, handbag and boots.
Her friend wore the shortest pair of light beige hot pants imaginable which cut back from the crotch barely covering her puffy pubes on either side of her crack, and a low cut see-through blouse which magnificently revealed her partly erect nipples hiding from no-one, cap and clutch bag all of safari design.
As they shouted in unison, “Hello, Ryan”, I took a deep breath and clearly remembered that whilst I was actually being aroused by the splendour set before me I could not stop thinking about what I had let myself in for. How was I ever to survive without blemish from these over-sexed females from Copenhagen?
I had been grossly misled and should have insisted on a female companion to diffuse the situation of any possible speculation whatsoever.
They enthusiastically threw their arms around my neck, squeezing tightly against my chest and my already aroused manhood. This made matters even worse.
After an exchange of niceties I inquired about their luggage as both were pulling cabin size cases and holding their hand bags.
“That’s it!” Ria said, bending down and fully exposing her magnificently rounded naked breasts as she slipped her passport into her case.
“We don’t need to wear much in this hot climate do we, so it’s all in here!” They exchanged naughty smiles as I think they must have noticed my bulge developing. I stood there momentarily speechless.
I raised my eyebrows, and grabbed the two bags thinking how my previous female clients managed to fill their entire cabin luggage with just their make-up.
The walk to our vehicle, parked at the airport entrance, was by far the longest, most embarrassing walk I’ve ever made. The airport literally came to a stand still as we strode through. Africa Bush Safaris was prominently flanked by each of these booby bouncing beauties in platform boots, strutting confidently and enjoying all the attention they were getting. We were all on display whether we liked it or not. I was not enjoying it one little bit especially the wolf whistling and cheering which followed us.
The girls were smiling and then Mara whispered, “Good advertising for ABS, hey, Ryan?”
“Yes, but let’s get out of here please! I pleaded.
Our motorhome was crowded by ‘rubber-neckers’ trying to take a peek inside.
As we made our way and got in I whispered, “I’ll switch on both aircons so don’t open the windows please.”
“Wow, is this ours?” Mara asked. “It looks so new.” She literally spread herself, legs and arms flung wide apart, on the king size double bed at the rear whilst Ria inspected the bathroom.
“It’s magnificent!” she pronounced, “but the tub is a little small for three!”
What were they thinking? My mind raced through all the diplomatic options to handling this run-a-way situation? This was heading for wild seduction in the bush and not wild life in Africa, or were they related? I was becoming more and more confused.
We all seated quickly. Ria, in the hot pants, sat in the front passenger seat whilst Mara sat behind her. We took off heading for our first campsite on the outskirts of Lusaka. Unfortunately we had to negotiate the noon-day traffic through the city, which was always congested.
The ladies seemed to be impressed with my selection of vehicle as it offered all the options they were looking for. After a quick discussion it became clear that the soaring African temperature to 36 deg. C was catching up with them.
Ria, in the front, discarded her boots and unbuttoned the last two buttons of her see-through blouse which could now easily expose her naked breasts. She pulled her right leg, closest to me, up onto her seat into a lotus position. In the process she completely exposed part of her crotch which was naked as well. Her puffy lips invited even longer attention. She was not wearing any panties or even a g-string. The thought simply accelerated my hard-on.
Looking down at my reforming tent Ria smiled and said, “Ryan, you seem to be a little uncomfortable, but I do like your tan”.
With that she reached over exposing her magnificent breasts completely as her open blouse allowed them unrestricted freedom. They were amazing. Perfectly rounded, with lovely juicy erect nipples, which caused my entire body to stiffen. She ran her hand up my outer thigh and commented,
“Your tan goes right up and I don’t see any underwear! That’s what I do on hot days as well. Are you brown all-over, Ryan?”
Before I had time to respond, except for a visibly hardening tent, she had undone my waist button and unzipped my shorts. My cock bolted out like a stallion being released from its stable as it was too hot to wear briefs. Her warm hand enfolded my thickening shaft and gently stroked it down to my balls.