BABOONED, LARABANGA, GHANA
Passing the almond oil with vanilla essential oil infused in it, I encouraged Serenity to oil her legs up to prevent mosquito bites. Dressed in khaki shorts, a cutoff tank, and hiking boots, she looked edible as fuck. The bucket hat on her head topped her safari fit off perfectly. As I watched her oil her skin, it took everything in me not to drag her to one of the restrooms at the back of the lodge to be stuffed with dick.
Oatmeal, bacon, and fruit filled our bellies for breakfast down at the lodge. Our safari guide and park ranger, Adi, met us shortly after for our morning expedition. A list of cautionary instructions was provided prior to our adventure.
Remain inside the vehicle, do not feed the animals, no alcohol or illegal drugs, avoid unethical animal interaction, and follow the guide at all times.
Adi broke down the reasoning behind his rules alongside a set of various situational examples of why said rules were important and what happened to guests who avoided listening. After the not-so-brief discourse, Serenity and I loaded into the safari jeep alongside four others —a Ghanaian family visiting from Moscow — and we were off on our adventure before the day graced our limbs.
A distant sun colored the horizon in striking hues of peach, pink, and periwinkle. A chorus of birds and baboons serenaded our ears as Adi and his assistant drove us deeper into the grassy woodland. The large expanse of grass carpeted most of the land, interrupted only by scattered shrubs and trees. We’d started before the sun rose, but as it slowly awakened, the earth warmed, giving us little reprieve as it did.
“If you see here,” Adi pointed. “Elephant tracks,” he whispered, prompting Serenity to beam with excitement. That shit was becoming one of the many things I lived for.
Maybe it was the reduced stress, the heightened communication, or the growing emotional connection, but traveling with Bee was swiftly becoming one of my favorite pastimes. I loved that shit.
Our crew exited the safari jeep. Quietly, we treaded behind Adi to the massive tracks of a small group of elephants nearby. On bated breath, we watched one of the bull members of the herd snap a tree in half with little effort to obtain the fruit from its branches. The largest land mammal walking on earth was both majestic and graceful. Being able to witness them so up close and personal outside of a zoo was an adventure a nigga was happy as fuck to share with Bee.
Our expedition continued with a glimpse of several warthogs trotting through a brush of jungle. Adi pointed out shea fruit, from which shea butter is made, growing from several trees. For the duration of our safari, we saw over ten subspecies of African elephants and a herd of antelope.
After the safari, Serenity and I opted to get a second, more substantial breakfast than the oatmeal from several hours earlier. A restaurant near a lookout point over the savanna would suffice. The scenic location offered a view of elephants bathing in a watering hole.
“Take some pictures of me, Duke.”
Shoving her phone in my hand, Serenity stepped near the lookout point and posed. Fulfilling the request, I snapped over fifty photos before she summoned me to join her side. With her purse resting nearby, we accosted a member of the Ghanaian family to snap several photos of us against a backdrop of the savanna and elephants.
The phone was returned to us shortly after, and Serenity—not paying much attention to her surroundings—tugged me by hand toward the restaurant, which promised to fill our bellies.
Fried plantain and egg comprised our second breakfast. Silently, we ate, attesting to how hungry we’d been since the morning.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Swiping food from my mouth with a napkin, I probed.
“I did,” she beamed, biting into a forkful of pancakes. “Was that your first safari?”
“It was. I wanted to do something fun and different with you. I enjoyed myself.”
Too much . I enjoyed myself way too fucking much, and I wanted to share more firsts with her.
I enjoyed watching the wild yet tame masterpiece of a woman juxtaposed with nature. The way her braids swayed teasingly against her thighs. The way her skin glowed in competition with the sun. The way she smiled. What was not to fucking enjoy ? My view had been both exotic and immaculate.
“Duke?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Have you—Do you have my purse?” She asked, frantically looking around the table.
“Naw. You had it.”
“I—I think I may have left it—”
Serenity rose, clearing the few feet to where her bag was still sitting on the ledge of the lookout point in no time. As she went to grab the abandoned Dior bag, I paid our tab.
“ Arghhh !”
Mid-handoff of the cedi (Ghanaian currency) to our waitress, I froze. The scream of terror was heard across the entire restaurant. Undoubtedly, ears had begun to split with the sound. In an instant, my legs took flight, running toward Serenity. Biram was behind me, gun drawn, scaling the area for a threat.
“What’s wrong, Bee?”
“He— it —it.”
Pointing in the direction of the trees, her finger and stiletto nail shook wildly.
“Come here. Sit down and tell me what happened.”
Steering her by the elbow with my arm around her waist, we sat on one of the benches while Biram continued scanning the perimeter for a threat. Stooped to meet her distant gaze, I waited until she was ready to speak.
“The baboon,” she stammered once she’d caught her breath and leveled her breathing. “The baboon took my bag.”
“The baboon took your bag?”
Erupting in chuckles from behind, Biram approached. Fighting the inclination to follow suit, I bit my inner jaw. “Are you okay, though, Serenity?”
“My passport is in that bag. My money.”
“But baby, are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I just can’t believe this. He looked into my soul, showed his yellow-ass teeth, screeched, and took off with my purse.”
“I will look around the restaurant’s surrounding area for it,” Biram announced, unable to stifle his laughter.
Upon arrival at Mole, we were warned of the notorious sticky-fingered baboons in the park. Naturally, Serenity wasn’t paying attention to her bag because we hadn’t encountered any baboons and didn’t think we would anytime soon.
“I swear I was watching my bag, Duke.”
“You were watching for the wrong species, apparently,” I teased.
“Is it red?” Biram cut in.
“Hmm?”
“Is it red, your bag?” He repeated.
“Yes.”
“I see it,” he floated, staring over the lookout point. “Let me just get down there to retrieve it.”
My gaze followed Biram’s fingers, which pointed to an area of brush below us. Sure enough, Serenity’s purse was discarded in a bush below.
“Biram saves the day,” I tittered.
We watched as he hustled down the steps toward the abandoned purse thrown on the ground. With no food in the purse, apparently, the baboon had lost interest.
Goat pepper soup, freshly pounded fufu, and jollof rice filled our bellies our dinner. After an eventful afternoon of elephants and pilfering ass baboons, the West African meal was a welcomed treat.
The sun was setting, casting a luminous glow along the lodge. Egrets flew in formation overhead, and the call of some bird made its appearance known.
“I’m gonna get in,” Serenity announced, stalking toward the infinity pool and shedding the dress she’d thrown on after the safari earlier. A tiny piece of fabric covered full breasts. Even less covered her bare pussy, and hardly anything covered her ass. The sight of toned legs and thighs, an alluring back, and an even more provocative ass led me to follow helplessly behind her.
What should have been shameful was the furthest from it. She was mine, and every eye watched as she swayed toward the body of water. Pride usurped my chest at how enamored I’d grown of Serenity. From the pool lounger, I watched as she dove headfirst into the pool, causing a light splash upon impact. For several laps, she swam, reminding me of a siren.
“Come here, Duke .”
From the opposite end of the pool, she extended her index finger in a motion, beckoning me to join her. Following her lead, I removed my shirt, draping it across a lounger. Already clad in swim trunks, I eased my way into the water.
The water was warm and inviting, compliments of the relentless sun. Serenity swam toward me, wrapping her legs around my waist and locking her fingers behind my head.
“Thank you.”
“For what, honey Bee?”
“This is the most fun I’ve had in a while,” she confessed, kissing me.
Swiftly, the rest of the world ceased to exist at the touch of her lips. The water was warm, an African sun was dipping low, the sky was an amalgamation of rich red and periwinkle, and the legs of an irresistible soul were cloaked around my waist. Life couldn’t get any fucking better.
Serenity was doing some wickedly magnetic shit with her tongue in my mouth. Arresting my movement and stimulating my senses, her tongue stroked. Breaking away from her attack, I studied her pretty-ass face.
“I’ma fuck you in this pool. Keep playing.”
“No, you won’t. People are still out here. We can’t .”
There were two, maybe three, people out on the patio. Far removed from the pool, they were seated at tables closest to the lodge entrance.
“We can do whatever the fuck we want.” My hand slipped down to the bikini, barely covering her ass. “And they’d be none the wiser.”
“Duke.”
Expertly, my fingers slid under her bikini and across her folds. The slipperiness between them differed from the feel of water in the pool. Without a doubt, she was wet as fuck.
“What, Bee?”
Lips failed to speak. Instead, lidded eyes confessed her need. Words weren’t required. Words were never required. I’d been studying the book of Serenity and grown to be an adept student. She wanted me. Freeing my bricked-up dick from the swim trunks, it tapped against her ass, bobbing up and down in the water. Instinctively, she lifted slightly, giving me access to slide inside. I positioned him near her center, and she sank against me.
“ Shit, Baby .”
If the water was warm, Bee was a sauna. Wetness surrounded me. Her hungry bob up and down my girth while the sun intermingled with the night was a chef’s kiss. The weightlessness of us in the water, the sensation of my dick drowning inside her while submerged, was indescribable. She was indescribable.
“Pussy so fucking good,” I whispered, nipping her ear.
Minutes passed with our fucking going unnoticed. Outdoor lights staggeringly came on across the patio. The outdoor seating area was now deserted. Just the two of us submitting to passion lingered, committing public indecency in the pool. Clutching my back, Serenity continued to rock against me.
“I’m not gonna cum out here like this,” she purred.
“How much you wanna bet?”
“ Mmmh .”
She’d slowed her bounce, but I easily lifted her up and down, maintaining the stroke.”
“You feel so good, Bumble Bee. Go ahead and let that shit go. I feel you gripping.”
Up and down . My hands squeezed her ass and lifted her repeatedly. Up and down .
“Duke, let’s go inside. I thought you wanted to see my braidsssssss .”
Lengthy braids draped over her shoulder, swaying back and forth while she gripped her ankles . It was a compelling thought. Enough to convince me to get my ass out of the pool.
“Aight.” I kissed her parted lips.
“ Fuck . Wait.”
She kept riding.
Kept gliding.
Kept sliding in the water.
I kept biting my lips and fighting against an unnatural desire to carry her out of the pool and lay her out on the deck around it. Fuck her against a solid surface.
“Somebody’s coming.”
“Yeah, you,” I smirked, nipping an ear lobe.
“No, Duke. Somebody’s coming outside!”
Serenity’s eyes grew wide.
“Aight, lift up.”
She rose slightly, removing my length from inside. Relentless, my hand fell to her clit and rubbed. Before our interruption, she’d been close. My ambition was to get her there. While I rubbed her clit, I watched as a lodge employee stalked the area around the tables, cleaning up.
“Duke, ssssstop ,” Serenity dragged, letting her head fall to the side of my neck.
“Let go, Bee,” I encouraged, easing her back to the pool wall facing away from the source of our interruption.
Diluted with desire, she whimpered, moaned, and her eyes rolled. She panted and groaned, and her breaths came uncontrolled.
“ Mmh , Duke. My pussy cumming.”
“Shh. Let that pussy cum, then.” Laying a kiss on her forehead, I watched as she crumbled. The weight of pleasure was so deep that she collapsed against my chest.
Time evaded us. Time and the remnants of lust. Holding her close, I gave her a few minutes to regain composure.
“My legs,” she fussed when we finally decided to exit the pool.
“Noodle legs?”
“Yes,” she sighed, sleepily blinked and pouted.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I instructed.
Once her arms were secured, I lifted her bridal style from the pool. Seated at one of the loungers on the deck, we dried our limbs with the towels I located in the pool’s bathroom area.
“Do I need to carry you up to the room, too?” I asked, collecting the clothes we’d shed earlier and drying behind my ears.
“I think I’m okay now,” she smiled.
With Serenity walking ahead of me, I watched the tantalizing way her braids swayed in tandem with the fullness of her hips. The way I was ready and willing to bend her over at a moment’s notice at any given place was despicable.
Passion threaded with some indescribable sensation to have her close hooked into me. I wondered if she knew she had me like fucking puddy. I wonder if she could sense the lengths and depths I’d climb or dive for her. This could be our lives. Travel and exploration and ardent sex in different parts of the world…
“I was thinking…”
Serenity paused at our tent’s door, waiting for me to unlock it. “Yes?”
“Peru to do an Ayahuasca ceremony and see the Mayan ruins or Egypt to see the temples next?”
I wasn’t ready to return to the mundane of Paramour. Not yet. I wanted more paradise with her. More adventure. More splendor.
“Duke Stepford, I’m beginning to think you won’t ever let me go. You keep trying to hold me hostage.”
It’s you with the hold on me, Bee .
I chuckled, reaching over her to the keypad to allow us both entry. “I ain’t tryin to let you go. Not in the fucking slightest. I’m a smart ass nigga, but this shit between us is beyond my comprehension.”
“Would it make you feel better to know that the feeling is mutual?” She asked, turning around and pulling the string of her bikini top once we were inside our chalet. Instinctively, my eyes fell on her hardened nipples with bumble bee barbell rings. Those were new.
“I already know it’s mutual, Bee. When did you get these?” Slowly, I thumbed both her nipples. She freed her bikini bottom, letting the insignificant fabric fall to the floor.
“I bought them in Portofino. They made me think of you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, causing my already awoken dick to brick up further.
“I’d love to stay on this world tour of yours, but I need to get back to work. You’ve successfully abducted me from my entire life for nearly two weeks.”
“I did, didn’t I? I thought you were enjoying it.”
On tip-toe, she kissed me. My hands fell to her ass. Her arms draped around my shoulder.
“I was. I am , but duty calls. You’ve been able to juggle work while having fun. Everyone ain’t able.”
Stooping slightly, I lifted her, wrapping her legs around me while she dragged my dick from my swim trunks.
“You ain’t able because you chose not to be able,” I countered.
The ceaseless back and forth over her inability to delegate her tasks to the motherfuckers she kept on payroll was always circular. Serenity was a workaholic. Plain and simple.
“Everyone’s not a billionaire like you,” she clipped with a twirl of her eyes. Lifting slightly, she positioned my dick before lowering herself again.
“ Yet , baby,” I groaned, moving her up and down before walking up to the wall near our bathroom. Using it for leverage, I slid in and out her pussy slowly before drilling into her without mercy. “You’re not a billionaire yet .”
“I wish ,” she moaned, digging into my shoulders as I filled her repeatedly, watching as her eyes rolled.
“Stick with me, Bee. I’ll show you the ropes.”