1. A Night in Nairobi


    Date: 10/10/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: ahgoudie, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    wealth. About half a dozen couples were scattered around the lounge. Mex could see no likely quarry. He gave only the most cursory of glances to a European woman who entered. Plain just wasn’t the word. Thirtyish, very ishy, she had perhaps the plainest face Mex had ever seen. Her fair hair looked as though it had been cut under a pudding bowl. A pair of pig-like little eyes peered out though a pair of steel framed spectacles which had lenses like the bottoms of beer bottles. Thin lips pursed a prim little mouth and she was devoid of anything resembling a chin. She was wearing a voluminous Springbok rugby shirt over an floor length floral print dress from below which peeped out a pair of feet wearing Jesus sandals. She appeared to be built on the lines of a prop forward. A more un-alluring sight would be hard to find, thought Mex to himself as he took yet another sip of his lager. As he lit another cigarette, Mex was barely aware of the figure approaching his sofa from the right. A mellifluous female voice asked if he would mind if she might join him. Mex shot to his feet and spun round, finding, to his complete astonishment that he was looking into the piggy little eyes of the chinless wonder. “Oh my giddy aunt,” he thought to himself, “just my bloody luck. I’m about to be chatted up by the plainest wench in Africa.” Mex struggled to turn on the charm. In fact, Milly’s voice, for that Mex soon learnt, was her name, was just the first of several surprises. Milly, he was ...
    shortly to find out, had a brain; a very good brain. She was in fact a fund manager with a prominent firm in the City of London. She was taking a sabbatical to tour Africa, and had just come up to Nairobi on the train from Mombasa. “She must be damn good,” Mex thought to himself. “She certainly wasn’t hired for her looks.” Much to Mex’s surprise they were soon deep in lively conversation. He soon noticed that Milly had quite remarkably fine and elegant hands. “Maybe there is something here,” he thought to himself during a brief lull in the conversation. But try as he might, Mex couldn’t bring himself to look into those beady little eyes for more than a second or two. “Forget it,” he said several times to himself. Reaching the end of his pint, Mex rose languidly to his feet, and asked Milly if she would like another drink. “Another glass of dry white wine would be wonderful.” Mex ambled over to the bar and soon returned with their drinks. The evening wore on. Mex later reflected that it was a conversation unlike any he had ever had before, or since. Mex talked to women with only one objective in mind. He didn’t want to get inside their heads; he wanted to get inside their knickers. And once inside, he wanted to stay there for as long as possible. This was different. Try as he might, Mex could not bring himself to switch on the legendary charm which he could, and did, use to devastating effect. Mex found himself almost unburdening his soul to Milly, something he had never done with ...
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