“Perhaps you’d like to join me for a drink up by the swimming pool?” Zach suggested. “We can talk while they play,” he said, seeing Binta’s eyes glancing sideways at Susan as she spread her towel on the sand then sat down on it, leaning back on her elbows, her feet flat on the towel and wide apart, her pink pussy glistening wetly in the evening’s diffuse light as Benjamin knelt down, lowering his face to her pussy.
“Yes, thank you,” Binta said, placing her hand in the one that Zach stretched towards her.
Even as they walked away, Kekoi was kneeling over Krista’s head, his big ebony cock in her mouth as one of the other young men knelt between her legs, his mouth glued to her pussy.
“I must go to our villa for something to drink,” Zach said as they approached the swimming pool. “Would you like to come with me or wait here?”
“I’ll come with you,” Binta replied, her hand still in his.
“Do you like champagne?” Zach asked when they entered the villa.
“I don’t know,” Binta replied, looking around. “I’ve only tasted it once before.”
“Well, let’s see how you like it, then,” Zach said, opening a bottle of Mumm’s Cordon Rouge and pouring it into two flutes, handing one of them to her. “To the pleasure of meeting you,” he said, clinking the rim of his flute against hers.
“Thank you,” Binta said, tasting a sip of the champagne. “It’s very bubbly.”
“That it is,” Zach agreed, smiling. “Is it agreeable with you or would you prefer something else?”
“No, it is nice,” Binta said, taking another sip, “just different.”
“Shall we sit by the pool or would you prefer to sit here?” Zach asked. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. You seem a bit nervous.”
“I-I’ve never been… alone with a white man,” Binta said, Zach seeing her big dark nipples hardening and pressing out against her T-shirt.
“Well, I don’t think that I’ve ever been alone with a black woman, either,” Zach said, smiling. “I find it interesting, don’t you? You are a very beautiful woman, too.”
“Please do not speak to me like a beachboy,” Binta said. “They must indulge in empty flattery to please the old women they service.”
“I assure you, what I said was anything but empty flattery,” Zach said. “You are a very beautiful woman.”
“Thank you,” Binta said, taking another sip of the champagne. “Maybe we could sit here.”
“Does the whole beachboy thing bother you?” Zach asked as they sat on the sofa.
“No, of course not,” Binta replied. “It is good for The Gambia and it is good for our young men. It helps prepare them to be good husbands. Does it not bother you to have your — are they both your women?” she asked.
“We are together,” Zach replied, smiling, “but I don’t think that there’s a man alive who could claim them as his own.”
“And you are not bothered that they are with the beachboys?” Binta asked.
“No,” Zach replied, shaking his head. “They are having fun, they are happy, so I am happy for them. Do you look down on them for being with the beachboys?”
“Not at all,” Binta replied. “What woman wouldn’t want to be with a man with such a cock as our men have?”
“Does that include you?” Zach asked.
“Of course,” Binta replied. “Just like Gambian women want men who know how to perform, Gambian men want a woman who knows how to perform. By the time we marry, everyone is capable of pleasing their partner.”
“An enlightened attitude,” Zach said.
“We do not have a very high divorce rate because of this,” Binta said, “unlike what we read about the west. We are told that your men are not very well endowed and that your women struggle to orgasm.”
“Krista and Susan do not struggle to orgasm,” Zach said, smiling. “Quite the opposite; they’re walking orgasms.”
“Kekoi said as much,” Binta said. “He said that they were the best women that any of them had ever had.”
“I feel the same way,” Zach said. “You have had… experience with Kekoi?”
“No, he is my brother,” Binta replied, shaking her head, “but I have been with his friends many times. They enjoy showing off what they learn with the western women.”
“Do you like the champagne?” Zach asked as he refilled her flute.
“Yes, it is nice,” Binta replied, smiling. “And it makes me feel relaxed.”
“That’s what it’s supposed to do, relax you and make you feel good,” Zach said. “Do you work, Binta?”
“Yes,” Binta replied. “I work for the same company as Ajuma, but I work the day shift. I am a computer systems programmer.”
“I like smart women,” Zach said, smiling. “They’re far more interesting.”
“Can we swim in the pool?” Binta asked.
“I don’t see why not,” Zach replied. “Would you like to?”
“Yes,” Binta replied. “I like being in the water at night with all of the stars above me.”
“I’ll bring the champagne,” Zach said, getting to his feet and offering her a hand up.
When they got to the pool, Binta pulled her T-shirt off over her head, making Zach realize that he had actually been able to see more of her when she was wearing it because of the contrast of the T-shirt’s white color and her ebony skin. When she undressed by the pool, pushing her shorts to the ground to stand naked in front of him, she seemed to be a dark void in the night with no definition, so dark was her skin. Quickly stripping, Zach dove into the pool after her.
“This is nice,” Binta said as she floated on her back looking up at the Milky Way splashed across the sky. “I haven’t been in a swimming pool in a long time, only the ocean.”
“I can’t remember the last time I was in a swimming pool,” Zach said. “I love the ocean, the smell, the taste.”
“The ocean is the earth’s womb,” Binta said as Zach gently grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him, her legs wrapping around his waist as she continued to float on her back, his hands sliding up her legs to cup her ass cheeks as her pussy rubbed against his stomach.
“Your skin feels amazing,” Zach said, squeezing and kneading her ass cheeks, his cock standing out in front of him beneath her.
“So do your hands,” Binta sighed.
Letting his hands slide up her back, Zach pulled her up so that her upper body was pressed against his, her hard dark nipples pressing into his chest as his lips found hers, her velvety tongue snaking into his mouth in search of his, her hands and arms wrapping around his head as their kiss deepened and went on, finally breaking off, the tip of Binta’s tongue tracing along his lips.