“Here’s $1, 000 for food and drink,” Zach said, handing Max the money. “Nothing but the best. No meat, but we like fresh seafood.”
“For vegetables and seafood, I’d prefer that they shop daily so that it’s fresh,” Susan said.
“I’ll see to it,” Max said. “Maybe you’d like to relax for a bit, check the place out. I can have the shopping done and lunch prepared in about 2 hours.”
“I don’t suppose you have any cold beer, do you?” Zach asked.
“Sure do,” Max replied. “I’ll bring a few over. It’s Castel Beer, made right here in Banjul. If you want something imported, that’ll have to wait for the shopping.”
“I’m in shock,” Krista sighed. “This is so different from Oman. I feel like we were there for years instead of weeks.”
“Bora Bora, Oman, and now The Gambia,” Susan said, shaking her head. “They’re all just so different.”
“Hopefully that is working to our advantage,” Zach said, “though they’ve still managed to find us each time. We just need another couple of weeks.”
“Shall we go look at the beach?” Krista asked. “I’m curious to see what Max was talking about.”
“So am I,” Susan said.
“What should we wear, or not?” Krista asked with a laugh.
“Just to quickly check it out, I think this is okay,” Susan said, indicating her shorts and T-shirt. “Later…”
Their villa turned out to be the closest unit in the complex to the beach, with only the swimming pool and deck area between them. It took all of 2 minutes to walk down to the beach, which at low tide, as it was now, there was a 2-tiered beach; the top and closest to them where the tides seldom came, and a beach almost 8′ lower which stretched to the water over 100 yards away, which currently had many people.
“Oh, Susan, this is going to be heaven,” Krista said as they stared at the scene in front of them, perhaps 2-3 dozen people, a third of them white women, the rest the ebony black Gambians.
Everywhere they looked, the white women were sexually engaged with at least one of the Gambian men, all of them muscular and fit. Following Krista, they walked down onto the beach, slowly walking among the people, noticing that most of the women were older and heavier and that most of the cocks that they saw sluicing in and out of them were truly impressive in size. Nearly all of the men called out to them, offering their companionship, as they called it, even while they were busy fucking the woman beneath them. And so it appeared all the way down the beach as far as they could see. There must have been several hundred people altogether, yet it didn’t seem crowded.
“At least they eat pussy,” Krista noted, “unlike the Bedouin men.”
“It seems remarkably familiar, though,” Susan said as they watched one man replacing another as they’d finish all around them.
“A place like this could make a guy like me feel inadequate,” Zach said. “Other than the tourists, I don’t see any women, and I think that from what I can see, neither the tourists or myself are interested in each other.”
“We’ve just gotten here,” Susan admonished. “Don’t be in such a hurry to draw dire conclusions.”
“Besides, you always have us,” Krista reminded him.
“A fat lot of good that’s going to do me when the two of you have all of your holes plugged at once,” Zach laughed.
“Zach!” Krista gasped, laughing, her eyes wide. “Are you being… jealous?”
“I don’t mind if you’re a little jealous, Zach,” Susan said, snuggling up next to him. “It feels sort of nice to know that I can inspire jealousy.”
“They’re like lemmings,” Zach observed after half an hour when all of the women started getting to their feet and heading towards the water.
“Ladies!” a smiling young man exclaimed, a big bright smile splitting his ebony face, his cock dangling down between his legs. “You have the look of people needing companionship.”
“Perhaps later,” Krista said. “We’ve only just arrived.”
“You are very beautiful, and young,” he said. “I would be proud to be your first.”
“That’s very sweet of you,” Susan said, smiling at the exuberant young man. “But we must go for lunch now.”
“You will be very popular on this beach,” he said. “I look forward to seeing you again.”
“Well, they’re certainly not lacking in confidence, are they?” Susan laughed.
When they got back to the villa, Max was there supervising two women.
“This is Jaaja and Mariatu,” he introduced. “They will take care of the house and the cooking for you.”
“Lunch is almost ready,” Jaaja, the shorter and rounder of the two women said. “What do you prefer to drink with your meals?”
“That changes from meal to meal,” Krista replied with a laugh. “Right now, I’m in a white wine mood, as long as it is nice and cold.”
While Mariatu opened and poured a bottle of French chenin blanc, Jaaja placed dishes in front of each of them.
“This is called chicken yassa,” Jaaja explained. “The chicken is cooked with chilis, lime, onions, and mustard. It is a very common Gambian dish. I hope that I did not make it too spicy for you. Max has also told me that you prefer to always have fresh fruit on hand,” she said as she placed a large bowl on the table. “I’m sure that you know most of these, but it contains bananas, jack fruit, mango, orange, papaya, and tamarind. All of these grow locally.”