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A Night in Nairobi

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

the door, opened it and switched on the centre light. Milly followed him in and gently closed the door. “I’ve only gin and tonic,” said Mex without turning his head as he walked over to the two bottles standing cooling on top of the air-conditioner. “Fine,” said Milly, pulling out the chair in front of the dressing table on which lay Mex’s notebook computer. She sat down. Mex brought the two bottles over to the dressing table where there sat an empty glass. “Excuse me while I get the other one from the bathroom.” Mex returned with the glass and poured two very large gin and tonics. He passed one to Milly. “Cheers,” they both said simultaneously, and each took a large draught. Mex stood beside the dressing table, unsure for once, quite what to do next. He swithered about having a cigarette, and decided against it. He took a sip of his drink and then walked purposefully over to the bedside table. He put his glass down on it and switched on the bedside light. He went over to the door and switched off the centre light. Returning to the bed, he pushed back the mosquito net, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Mex was a deliberate man who dressed and undressed with equal care. He was emphatically not a former pupil of the “Wham, bam, goodbye mam” school of seduction. When expat chat in hotel bars turned inevitably to women and sex, he kept his own counsel. The less his numerous friends and acquaintances knew about his extra-curricular activities, the better. Since he was a witty ... and convivial man, much in demand for his good company, his peers put this down a prudish streak in his makeup. It was an illusion Mex was not inclined to dispel. He took his cigarettes and lighter from the breast pocket of his shirt and placed them on the bedside table beside the ashtray. Bending down, he untied his moccasins, and slipped them off. He rolled down his socks, pulled them off and tucked one in each shoe, placing both neatly beside the beside table. Standing up, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and stepped out of his trousers. He took them over to the wardrobe, opened its door, and hung them neatly on a hanger. Standing right behind Milly who remained silent and apparently lost in thought, Mex unbuttoned his shirt. He noticed as he did so that she didn’t seem to be wearing any perfume. “Ah well,” he thought, “in for a penny, in for a pound.” He threw his shirt and then his tee-shirt into the bottom of the wardrobe for dhobi the next day and closed the wardrobe door. “Right,” said Mex, “I’m ready. The shower’s through there, there’s plenty of towels and so on. Help yourself.” Milly did not reply and remained sitting. Mex walked over to the bed dressed only in his boxer shorts. He was surprised to feel the first faint stirrings of an erection. He lay down, flicking the mosquito net back down as he did so. He stretched out flat on his back and closed his eyes. It had been a long day, and he was exceedingly tired. His first somewhat irreverent thought was that ...