White Lady

White Lady

The white lady was very pretty. I had seen pretty women before, but she was particularly attractive. She was with her husband on a business trip in my country, Namibia. I had been assigned to drive them for my father's company. He was hosting the lady's husband, hoping for a partnership to explore some mining opportunities. I was working in the summer between semesters at the university. I would drive clients and visitors while also learning about my father's business. I drove his guests around, from their hotel to meetings and dinners with a few sight-seeing trips mixed in.

The white lady's name was Claire. She was thin, blonde and tall with very pale skin. Her breasts were not that large, but matched her physique. When she dressed up for dinner, she was elegant. The first night, she wore a long sleeveless dress. Her hair was done-up and she wore dangling silver earrings and a necklace with a big diamond. Her bracelet sparkled with more precious stones. Her shoulders were bare and the tops of her breasts heaved with each breath, making the diamond from the necklace raise and lower with each breath. She had long smooth legs. I'd seen plenty of pretty women, plenty of pretty white women, but something about her captivated me. With her pale complexion and blonde hair, she was particularly attractive to me. I didn't say anything, of course, but our eyes did meet frequently when I opened the car door for her and when she thanked me for some little things that I did.

I heard her talking to her husband in the back seat. Part of my job was to spy on their conversations and get a sense of how they were reacting to my father's proposals. She didn't seem to be interested in the things he was doing. She was fascinated by our country and when she realized that I spoke excellent English and was knowledgeable about the sights in our country, she began to ask me a lot of questions.

During the day, she dressed casually, but wore skirts or dresses when she was accompanying her husband. I drove them to dinner at a nice restaurant that overlooked a small animal park. I opened the door for her to get out of the car and I couldn't help but notice those legs. She had the most amazing white legs and with her skirt bunched up as she exited the vehicle, I had a nice glimpse of her bare thighs. I had trouble getting it out of my mind that evening.

I am a twenty-year-old student, as I said. I had a lady friend of my own, but we fell apart a few months ago. We had both matured into different people than we had been when we were growing up. We had been intimate. She was the only girl I had been with. My friends joked with me about that. They had all been with a few different ladies, including some of the prostitutes in the seedy quarter of our city. There were many things that went on there, sex. drugs, black-market, whatever.

The white lady had a variety of clothing and she wore something different every day. She was stunning in whatever she wore. Her jewelry accented her pretty face and arms. She often wore anklets that drew attention to her sexy legs. I couldn't help but notice the faint outline of her nipples on her dresses and blouses and was treated to occasional glimpses down her blouse when she bent over getting in and out of the car. Her milky white breasts jiggled with her every movement.

She was bored listening to all the business talk and did not want to accompany her husband on a trip to see a large, open pit mine. I had been to the place. It was big and dirty, with dust all over the place and men working in miserable conditions. Her husband asked me to take her shopping and sightseeing.

I showed her some of the old government buildings and the old part of our little village. She wanted to see some wildlife, so I took her to one of our national parks where she could see lions and elephants through her binoculars. She was fascinated by some of the birds and even knew the names of birds that I didn't. She was quite pleasant and I enjoyed talking to her. We became more relaxed, almost friends, although I knew my relative position. She was the boss and I was the driver.

The next afternoon, she was with her husband at my father's house. I was there, standing by. I had slept late and needed a shower. It's unacceptable for a driver to be sweaty and display body odor, so I took the opportunity to take a shower in my father's guest quarters. There is an outdoor shower that is quite convenient around the back of the garage.

I was in the shower, soaping my body when I caught sight of someone outside. It was the pretty white lady. She had left the meeting and was going for a walk. The curtain around the outdoor shower was open a few inches and I saw her looking at me. I was naked, of course, facing her way, so she could see my penis. I don't think my penis is anything special, although my friends have joked about its size.

I was frozen in place for a moment and realized that she had not turned away as someone would normally do in that situation. She was staring at me, obviously looking at my bare penis. I looked back at her and our eyes met. I sensed her interest and kept sliding the soap over me. As I moved my hands down my belly, she seemed to be more focused. I took it as a hint that she wanted to see me wash my cock. I obliged her, taking my dick in my hand and rubbing the soap up and down the shaft. It was becoming erect and my hand could only hold half of it. The white lady was staring with her mouth open. My dick got hard for her; she just kept looking at me. Finally, she heard someone else walking nearby and scurried away. It was an amazing experience to have this beautiful lady appreciating my penis. I rubbed it a few more times before completing my shower. Illicit thoughts had entered my head.

The next morning, I took Claire on an excursion into the countryside to look at some of the pretty scenery. She wanted something to drink, so we stopped at a little roadside café. She invited me to join her. She had a glass of wine, while I had a Pepsi. We were sitting across from each other. She was asking about my country and I was asking about hers. She was from California, somewhere I've always wanted to go. She was interested in my studies and my plans to work for my father once I graduated. She asked how I felt about our business and I told her some of my concerns about working conditions, but lamented that with the cut-throat competition, things were as they were.

She was wearing a skirt and a light-weight blouse. I noticed that she had undone a few of the buttons, and more significantly, with the way she was sitting, I had a nice view up her skirt. I deliberately did not look, but somehow the way she was talking and gesturing kept my attention on her. She had her legs crossed and I could see those pretty white thighs. She knew what she was doing; she was teasing me. After seeing me naked, she was returning the favor. It was strictly taboo to take any liberties with the wife of the men who did business with my father. Many of them would've killed anyone who was merely impolite to their wife. This was different, Claire was an American with different standards than the people from many other countries. She and I were joking and she was teasing. We had become quite friendly. I was not some hired-hand. She treated me like I was the son and heir to my father's business.

She bent down to tie her shoe and provided a nice down-blouse view. The tops of her milky white breasts above her bra were visible for a few seconds. They were beautiful and I felt a tingling in my loins in response.

We finished lunch and drove back to where her husband was meeting with my father. Apparently, they were reaching an agreement and were discussing financing and operations. I sat in on the evening meeting. Father wanted me to learn his business, so I listened to them making arrangements for a partnership. While we were meeting, I distinctly noticed Claire looking at me. I returned her glance and thought I detected a bit of desire. Was she flirting and teasing me? Was she genuinely interested in me? I seriously doubted that, a mature married white lady and a young black driver.

The next day, father was taking the man to see another mine and to meet some people. It was no place for a lady, so I was charged with entertaining Claire again. I eagerly accepted and when we started out, I asked what she wanted to do today. She left if to me. "Show me something I haven't seen before."

We drove out of the city for a while and stopped at a view point, where she could see all the way to the coast. In the near distance, we could see a large piece of land that my father owned. She asked to see it. It was in the hills, lightly forested with a lake and some wild animals, no elephants or lions, but some hyenas and birds. She was eager to go there.

I found the place, driving on some dirt roads for half-an-hour. I met with the security guard who watched over the place. He was in a little shack and unlocked the gate to let us pass through.

We drove a bit over a few hills and came to the lake. I told her how I used to come there in the summer with my sister and my cousins and we would swim. It was very inviting. The water was clear and the trees around the lake provided shade and made it an idyllic spot.

Claire surprised me when she said, "Let's go swimming."

I said, "I'd like to, but we don't have swimsuits or towels."

She said, "We don't need suits and we can dry in the sun.

My answer was, "I'm afraid that would be forbidden."

"Why?"

"I'm just a driver, an employee. It would be quite improper for me to swim naked with the wife of a business associate."

"You are supposed to entertain me, are you not?"

"Yes ma'am, but my father would be very angry."

"We won't tell him."

"What about your husband?"

"What about him?"

She got out of the car and told me to follow her. I showed her where there was a nice area, with shallow water and some rocks to sit on.

She was walking ahead of me and I couldn't quite believe it when she undid her blouse and then unhooked her bra, setting them both on a rock. When she turned around, I had my first view of her lovely breasts. They were white as snow. They draped nicely on her chest with light pink areolas and erect little nipples. Her blonde hair and her pretty earrings framed her heavenly face. I had seen photos of naked blonde women in magazines. She was an apparition, more beautiful than anything I had ever seen.

"C'mon. Get naked." She said.

I removed my shirt and undid my belt, watching her unhook her skirt and let it fall to the ground. When she removed her shoes, she stood before me wearing just a pair of tiny white panties. I watched in awe as she pulled them off her hips, revealing a golden tuft of pubic hair above the cleft that hid her intimate features. She removed her earrings. She removed the rings from her fingers and set them aside. I reflected on the symbolism of her removing her wedding rings. When she put her foot on a rock and asked me to undo her ankle bracelet, I had my first view of her pink and golden pussy.

I pulled off my trousers and shorts and my dick bounced free. I was embarrassed by its semi-erect state. It was involuntarily reacting to seeing such a beautiful blonde woman, naked. She was looking at it with a look of desire in her eyes.

I rushed into the cool water to hide my indiscrete penis. I watched as Claire followed me, cautiously taking a step, then pausing or backing up in response to the cool water reaching another part of her anatomy. Her breasts jiggled and her blonde bush was the focal point at the top of her pretty, smooth legs. She was smiling and her hair swirled in the breeze as she walked. Even when she went into the water, I could see every feature of her anatomy in the crystal-clear lake.

We got comfortable in the water. Her breasts would break the surface and her wonderfully smooth butt would appear as she swam around. She came close to me, putting her hands on my arms. She hugged me one time; her soft, wet breasts pressed against my arm; her thigh brushed against the tip of my penis.

She wanted to see the other side of the lake, so we swam across. It was only fifty meters or so. The water was very clear and I could see every bit of her nude body as she gamboled around, laughing and enjoying herself. I was a perfect afternoon. The sky was splotched with a few clouds. The warm sun was delightful.

Then, after twenty minutes of innocent fun, she approached me. We were standing in water just above our waists. She was smiling at me and closed the distance until she was a foot away. My eyes were fixated on her lovely breasts and her golden pussy. Her hand was under the water and I didn't see it coming. Suddenly, my prick was in her hand. She was lightly squeezing it and stroking it. I looked at her, stunned.

She said, "You have quite an impressive weapon here. Have you used it lately?"

I was speechless and meekly said, "No. Not since I broke-up with my lady friend."

She said, "How would you like to use it on me?"

I said, "That wouldn't be right."

She said, "Let me be the judge of that."

She surprised me again when she dipped under the water and put her mouth over my dick. Her warm mouth in the cool water produced a variety of sensations, all of them good. She came up for air and went underwater again, taking my cock back into her mouth. I just stood there, not knowing what to do but, living in the moment, enjoying what she was doing. I put my hand on her head, stroking her silky blonde hair as it floated above her. I had never touched such delicate hair. My dick was obviously very hard. She continued to take a breath and then drop below the surface to swallow my penis, wrapping her delicate pink lips around my black shaft. It was amazing. My girlfriend had tried to do this to me, but this woman was so much better at it.

She came up and said, "Do you want to put this inside me?"

I was flabbergasted. "That would not be proper."

"Who says?" Was her reply as she embraced me.

I did help by putting my arms under her naked butt when she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She used her hand to align my cock with her crotch. I felt the warmth of her vagina surround the tip of my penis. She lowered herself onto me, groaning as she took me farther and farther inside her. She had half of me in her warm vagina when she paused. She was so tight, so warm, so wonderful.

She said, "I don't know if I can take it all."

She kissed me. I yielded to my desire and kissed her back, ignoring the taboo of having sex with the wife of my father's business associates. The opportunity to make love to a blonde, western woman was perhaps a once in a lifetime opportunity, at least so far in my lifetime.

She was controlling the penetration. I was careful not to thrust into her. I didn't want to hurt her. I remembered that my late-girlfriend had taken a while to get comfortable with my penis all the way inside her. Claire was trying to take me deeper, slowly adapting to my cock. She was doing something to squeeze my penis with the muscles in her vagina. I closed my eyes and savored the sensations.

We continued to kiss and I put my hands on her bare ass, holding her firm cheeks and sneaking a finger onto her anus. She kissed me with more passion with my finger probing her tiny rosebud. I was amazed at the contrast in the colors of our skin. My dark body was surrounded by her pale white hips and stomach. My dark pubic hair mixed with her blonde bush. I could see my dark prick trapped between her pink pussy lips. It was unforgettable. We swirled our tongues together.

She pulled off me and waded to the shore. I followed, eager for more of her favors. She found a big rock and leaned back, exposing her crotch to me.

When she said, "Lick my pussy." I wasn't sure what she meant.

I had a confused look on my face and she repeated it. She directed me to get on my knees between her legs. She put her hands behind my head and pulled me into her. I had my first close look at a woman's private features. I had never done this with my girlfriend.

I seemed to have some instinctive ability and knew what to do. I put my tongue on her slightly parted pussy lips. I licked the little tab of flesh that protruded above her vagina. The way she reacted was amazing. Just putting my tongue on her little button drove her wild. Her body tensed and she moaned loudly. Whatever I was doing made her feel good, so I continued with added enthusiasm. I sucked on her flesh, tasting the juices that were coming from some special place in her pussy. I smelled her lotion and a trace of her perfume. My tongue swirled around her delicate flower petals. My forehead pressed into her wet patch of blonde pussy hair.

I surprised myself when my tongue slid into her vagina. She spread her legs farther apart, pulling herself open for me. I tried to push my tongue farther into her, wanting to lick the deepest parts of her. She pulled my face tight, squeezing my head between her legs like a nutcracker. I had trouble breathing, but didn't stop what I was doing. Her thighs were squeezing against my temples and her muscles were tensing.

I had made my girlfriend feel good when we had sex, but her reaction had been nothing like Claire's. Claire's body stiffened and her muscles spasmed. She released a torrent of syrupy nectar onto my face. She was gasping and her entire body seemed to be overcome with a tremendous orgasm. I didn't know women could react in such ways.

Claire pushed me away and went to her hands and knees, presenting her naked ass, with her pussy peeking between her thighs. I moved behind her and aimed my cock at her inviting lips. My dick slid into her, spreading her open. The lips of her swollen pink vagina gripped tightly around the shaft of my dark penis. I pushed in farther and she groaned with each additional bit of penetration. I felt the pressure squeezing the entire length of my penis. She was amazing. I felt the cum building within me.

"I want the whole thing inside me." She said.

I eased it in, bit by bit, taking time to let her get used-to the invasion of her tight pussy. I would push a bit until I met with resistance, pull out, then push in again, slowly going deeper. I wanted to put my dick all the way inside her, to have all of her.

She was hollering; urging me to fuck her. It was good nobody was around to hear her. She moaned, not like the continual fake moaning in the porno films, but a guttural growl as I pushed farther into her. I was going deeper than anyone had gone. Boldly going where no man had gone before.

I said, I don't have a condom. She said, "That's okay. I'm on the pill. I want you to come inside me."

That was the ultimate experience. I'd always used a condom with my girlfriend. Claire and I were doing it bareback, with nothing separating our flesh. I was deep inside her most precious sanctuary, feeling her vagina gripping my penis.

I felt the tip of my prick pushing against something else. I had reached her cervix. It seemed to be gripping the tip of my penis, urging me to shoot my cum into her uterus. I had reached bottom. Her vagina had adapted and my dick was all the way inside her. I could feel her muscles massaging the shaft of my dick and I held it inside her. She was reacting, trying to milk the semen from me. My dark pelvis was pressed against her pretty white ass.

The wonderful sensation that overcomes me swept through my body. I felt the semen spurting out of my dick, filling her luscious vagina. Spurt after spurt shot into her. She was coming too. She lifted her ass, pressing back into me to get the full effect of my cock. I was breathing heavily, gasping for breath. Her vagina was squeezing my prick, milking everything out of me. It was fantastic, better than even my wildest dreams. I will never forget the sight of her white ass cheeks with my prick embedded in her pussy.

We took a few minutes to recover, sitting on the rocks that surrounded the lake.

"That was fantastic." She said.

I agreed, "It was amazing."

She said, "Nobody has ever fucked me like that. Thank you."

I said, "My pleasure." Indeed, it had been, the most pleasurable experience of my young life. I never knew that sex could be THAT good.

We swam back across the lake and laid in the hot sun, letting the warm dry us. Our hair was soaked as was our pubic hair, but after a while, we began to dry. The whole time, I was treated to the marvelous sight of her nude body. She showed no modesty, sitting there casually with her breasts and pussy on display while we talked. I retrieved some water from our vehicle. She seemed to be fascinated by my manhood as it dangled between my legs.

I said, "I was surprised that we did that." Then I said. "I don't want to get in any trouble."

She said, "It will be our secret. If my husband and your father make this deal, we will see each other again. Maybe you can come visit us."

"I would love to see California. I hear it's beautiful."

"It is. If you came to visit, we could spend a whole night in bed while my husband shows your dad his uranium mines."

"What happens if he finds out?"

"Tough shit for him. My daddy owns the company. He's CEO, but Dad could force him out if he doesn't like that way his daughter operates."

"Wow. America is an amazing country."

We paused for a bit, then she said, "Would you like a little more American pussy?"

I didn't have to asked twice. I fucked her again, the two of us naked in the warm sun. We took our time.

Only after we finished did she put her rings and earrings on. I had a feeling of regret when she covered her golden pussy with her underwear.

Then I drove her back to the hotel. She and her husband were leaving the next morning.

They made the deal. I finished university and my father is teaching me more about his business. He told me his new business associate and his wife (Claire) had invited us and we are going to visit the U. S. next week. I can't wait to see Claire again. She's texted me, promising to show me the sights. I knew what I was looking forward to seeing the most, the amazing white lady.