Elodie The Senegalese Gazelle

This story describes an experience several years before I met Nisha (see other stories).

About twenty years ago I worked for an international organization that advises medium-sized private companies on investments in former conflict areas in Africa. I then also spent several years in Congo and Burundi. Although the times since Jef Geeraerts

Gangrene

had changed somewhat, I have very fond memories, also on a sexual level, of my African time.

The annual convention in Kinshasa was coming up and I was the chosen one to represent our organization during those four days. As always with this kind of congress, it took place in a hyper luxurious hotel where it was quite difficult to imagine why and for whom we were actually here. The program consisted, as usual, of lectures and workshops in the morning, followed by an extensive lunch, and, in the afternoon, free discussions and reflection (whatever the latter may entail). Most of the lectures gave a feeling of déjà vu or, if they contained anything new, they were usually the otherworldly figments of some academic nerd who had never set foot on the field. Anyone who had already attended these types of conferences knew that these types of events are mainly about networking, in the broadest sense of the word. Colleagues who had traveled from a war zone in particular did not cut corners. In the first place they wanted to let off steam and enjoy the few days of freedom to the maximum. Actually, most participants just wanted to let loose, without asking questions or other nagging. There was a lot of eating, drinking and, last but not least, fucking during these kinds of events.

During the first reading I couldn't help but glance around the chamber to check what meat was in the tub. Yes, there were also some familiar faces their looks back spoke volumes about the nature of the

relation

we once had. So be it…. During the first coffee break I noticed an elegant African lady I had never seen before. She strode through the lobby like a slender gazelle. Her tight suit and high heels emphasized her beautiful figure, with a nice pair of small but firm breasts and a round ass that ended in a pair of infinitely long legs. She had a beautiful radiance on her face, with just enough make-up to emphasize her natural beauty, all topped off with a wild head of frizzy hair. Wow, what a cut.. I want to get to know her better!

Coincidence or not, but during the next workshop that morning, we were in the same work group. Her name was Elodie and she was from Senegal and worked for an international development organization in eastern Congo. I could now admire her up close. Her long delicate fingers caught my eye first and I let my imagination run wild: how would it feel if those fingers tickled my body and then jerked me off? Would she really have such big hard nipples and flapping labia like so many other African women. What about that so-called unbridled lust about which so many wild stories circulated? Despite the fact that Jef G.'s hyperbole in Gangrene was a bit over the top (and actually very disrespectful to those beautiful women), I had mostly had highly satisfying experiences with African women. Those with whom I had been allowed to share the couch and more, took initiative, knew very well what they wanted, and, if you could help them experience seventh heaven as a man, their lust for you and their surrender in lovemaking was indeed unlimited . Delicious, that primal passion! However, if you couldn't satisfy, you could shake it, simple as that. I got a spontaneous erection and also a tan while thinking about what Elodie and I could do together.

Elodie gave a short lecture about her organization's projects. A heated discussion ensued about the (un)usefulness of this kind of project, with another African lady who came out very aggressive and seemed to play the woman more than the ball. I felt compelled to intervene and decided to give that lady a firm retort, to defend Elodie. Elodie smiled at me, but said nothing else.

During the coffee break, Elodie came up to me and thanked me profusely for intervening during her lecture. I introduced myself and replied that she should not thank me; all i had done was give my opinion. I told Elodie that I didn't understand the other lady's aggressive reaction at all. Elodie laughed and pulled me close to her in a corner. She whispered in my ear that the lady was an ex-colleague who had a hard bone to pick with her because they went after the same man at a previous conference and the latter had left her for Elodie after a night of not so great sex. . We both had to laugh. I could smell Elodie's intoxicating perfume. Somehow she bumped into my arm with her chest. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment, and I completely drowned in Elodie's almond-colored glasses.

We exchanged numbers when we returned to the conference room. I couldn't concentrate on the lectures anymore and only thought about meeting Elodie, her perfume, her breasts, hair. I saw Elodie looking around and decided to send her a naughty text message which she answered even more naughty in no time. That promised! Then, as we stood in line for the lunch buffet, Elodie beckoned me to join her. We luckily had the table all to ourselves and continued our coffee conversation. I fell in love with Elodie's wit and smile. Our looks and touch made it clear that we wanted more, much more, from each other.

We agreed to spend the afternoon together at the pool. Elodie wore a beautiful high-cut white bathing suit with an open back and plunging neckline that emphasized her curves. I spontaneously thought of a slender gazelle jumping through the steppe. Luckily there weren't any hungry tigers here to endanger her, even though I had a huge appetite for Elodie.

We ordered a bottle of white wine and enjoyed each other's company. She had been single for several months and, after a difficult time in Eastern Congo, was in urgent need of what she had

un peu de chaleur humaine

mentioned. I look at her intently and answered her:

la chaleur, cest moi

treasure treasure. Afterwards, Elodie suggested that we have dinner together in a restaurant in the hotel.

I arrived a little early and find a discreet table. Elodie arrives a little later and again looks gorgeous in a simple but tasteful dress that seems to fit her body. Her high heels make her look even taller. She giggles when I compliment her profusely. Actually after the starter we both have trouble concentrating on the food. I slide my leg slowly down her leg and she rubs my crotch with her toes and looks straight into the eyes with her intoxicating almond-colored glasses. Elodie says she has a little secret for me and if I can guess it, a special reward awaits me. I take off my naughty shoes and slowly let my foot go up her leg. She opens her legs and I continue with my foot until I feel her warm moist pussy with my toes. She moans softly as she presses her pelvis against my foot.

jackpot

she says with a triumphant smile. I ask her curiously about my special reward.

Patience mon cher ami, patience

she replies...

We leave dessert for what it is and take the elevator to her room. We bend towards each other and give each other a deep French kiss. I feel Elodies hard nipples poking into my chest as I scrunch her buttocks through her dress and push my erection against her abdomen. We have a huge appetite for each other. Before the door of her room closes, we have undressed.

on va dabord prendre un bain

says Elodie and leads me to the bathroom. The bath fills up quickly and we huddle together in the hot water. Her glossy ebony skin stands out beautifully under the soft lighting. What a gorgeous woman! We start caressing each other and I notice that her hard nipples are very sensitive. I run my hands along her tight stomach towards her mound of venus and buttocks. I teasingly tickle her nicely trimmed bush of pubic hair. She asks me somewhat timidly if I don't mind all that hair. I look at her in surprise and answer that I think it's great to caress her bush instead of being busy with a bald child's pussy.

Meanwhile I start to explore her pussy with my fingers. She has large inner lips that are now quite wet and swollen and look invitingly at me, just like her large clitoris, the tip of which squeaks out curiously. I want to make Elodie come first, and slowly slide my index and middle fingers into her pussy. She moans in approval and I feel my fingers being sucked in, as it were. I slowly make them go back and forth over her g-spot.

oh oui continue

she moans softly, while my fingers make a sopping sound under the water and I use my thumb to caress her clitoris. I suck on her nipples alternately. Elodie pushes her lower body against my hand and starts to move her pelvis more and more wildly, squeezing her hard nipples. I continue to indulge her g-spot and watch her excitement and lust take control of her. Elodie starts to moan louder and louder and shouts

you vais jouir

after which she violently comes with a primal scream. Her body shakes wildly in the bathtub and I struggle to keep my finger in her pussy. Because of her wild movements, the bath water splashes over the edge of the bathtub. As she slowly runs out, I press her hair very tightly against me and caress her gently. Elodie's hazy look and smile speak volumes.

We get out of the bath and quickly rub each other dry. Elodie leads me to the bedroom. Her buttocks go back and forth sensually. She lays down on her stomach on the bed and pushes up her sweet ass, spreading her glistening pussy lips with her fingers. I tease her by gently smacking my erect penis against her lips and sliding it past her lips without entering her. I don't feel like taking her yet; I want to taste her first. I lick her ass and so on to her pussy. Her lips smile at me and my tongue was met with a subdued moan as I began to indulge them. I lick her pussy, suck her lips into my mouth, and occasionally tease her clitoris. How delicious it tastes and smells! Elodie starts panting and moaning faster and louder as I continue at the same pace with my tongue. Suddenly she squeezes her buttocks hard and starts to writhe wildly, moaning loudly. I try to keep licking as best I can. When her climax has gradually subsided, she falls on her back on the bed. Her body glistens with sweat. Elodie smiles with satisfaction, pulls me towards her and hugs me tight

Tu es genial

. I hear and feel her heart pounding...

Maintenant cest mon tour

she whispers in my ear and she starts to caress my chest hair with her graceful fingers, slowly down to my bottom. She caresses my balls and lets them roll in her hands. My penis wakes up and erects quickly. She wets her hands with her pussy juice, takes my penis in her hands and jerks it off with a firm grip. She licks my balls and moves her tongue up the shaft. Elodie looks me straight in the eye and purses her lips. I have never seen anyone so sensually move her lips over my head and then start to pamper him so nicely with her tongue and lips. Blessed!!

Elodie knows very well what she is doing. Before I realize it I reach the point of no return and feel an intense orgasm bubbling up. My pelvis spontaneously rises, signaling Elodie to pick up the pace with her tongue and lips. She also inserts a finger into my asshole and immediately finds my prostate. I explode more violently than ever and squirt deep into her mouth while seeing stars. She keeps licking me until I'm completely drained

My penis, meanwhile, remains rock hard and before I notice it, Elodie comes over me and starts riding me. I feel every inch of her tight pussy as she bounces up and down my penis faster and faster, her buttocks slamming hard against my thighs. Her pussy makes a sopping sound and her clitoris seems bigger than ever. I put my hands around her buttocks and accompany her pumping movement

Oh oui .oh oui

she exclaims and it doesn't take long before we climax intensely together. Elodie's body shudders violently and she screams. It looks like she keeps coming, holding my penis in a tight stranglehold. Finally she pounces on me and showers me with kisses. She is hot and drenched in sweat. I gently caress her back and buttocks. Her heart pounds against my chest. We drink a glass of bubbly and fall asleep entwined like two lovers.

The next morning we leave the congress for it and continue to enjoy each other.