Rich watched as she got into the Falcon 7X. Her short dress left a lot of leg revealed,
and she took advantage of it. He was
sure that she teased him as she bent over to get in the plane in spite of the
fact that it wasn’t needed. She loved to
push that lovely ass out for him to see.
He took the seat next to her, the other six seats empty.
“I’m glad you decided to let me go with you,” Jane purred
as she pressed her breast into his arm.
“Did I have a choice?”
Rich tried to convince her that where he was going wasn’t hospitable for
a woman, but she’d have none of his excuses.
She finally wore him down. With
all her arguments, he couldn’t find fault with her reasoning. Jane was no longer the mousey, unconfident
woman that he met two years ago. She’d
changed into what she was now, but Rich had a lot to do with her
transformation.
“You always had a choice.
I do whatever you desire.” Jane
meant it. Rich had found her, and as he
said, she was a diamond in the rough. He
took her and polished her into what she was today. She was grateful. Rich was handsome and wealthy, a billionaire
in his own right. His parents had given
him a small stake when he graduated from Harvard with an MBA, but it was less
than a hundred thousand dollars. He had
parlayed that into what it was today, a number in excess of five billion dollars
or so they said. That wasn’t the reason
she was with him, nor was it his looks, though she couldn’t deny that he was so
handsome that women looked at her and were jealous that she was with him, not
them. She was infatuated with him
because of his firmness, afraid of using the word that truly described it. Domination scared her, but only the word, not
the act. It sounded so much harsher than
it actually was.
Rich put his hand on her naked leg, and she parted her
legs willingly, but he didn’t move it.
He enjoyed the touch of her soft, silky inner flesh. There would be time for more intimate
exploration of her body after they arrived in Kisantu. They would rest up from this long trip before
they set out by boat.
“How long is the trip?”
They had all the creature comforts in the private jet, nothing like what
the people that had to fly by commercial jet had to contend with, even in first
class, it paled in comparison.
“About six hours to Lisbon where we’ll refuel. We can get a bite to eat and stretch our
legs. Then, it’s onto Kisantu in the
Democratic Republic of Congo. It’ll take
us about nine hours.” Rich fastened his
seatbelt as the plane began to taxi. It
didn’t take long before they were in the air, the plane cruising at over five
hundred miles an hour. They cabin
attendant served them champagne as they settled in for the long flight.
* * * *
Jane had her arm linked with him as they walked through
the private-jet terminal. They had a
small snack at the terminals restaurant, more to try some authentic Portuguese
food than to fill their stomachs. It was
four hours before they could board the plane once again, and then, they took
off for the last leg of the journey by plane.
After that, it would be by boat and walking.
They arrived at Inkisi
Airport. It was small but was
capable of handling the Falcon jet. As
they got off in the early hours of the morning, they could feel the humidity,
even though the temperature was in the eighties. They checked into the Tanzanite Executive
Suites. The rooms were adequate, but
they’d soon welcome them compared to what the accommodations they’d have to
survive on once they took to the river.
Jane lay naked next to Rich as the air conditioner buzzed
away but did little to cool the room.
They had taken a shower before bed, but that did nothing to alleviate
the humidity and heat. They’d leave
tomorrow morning, but they had a lot to accomplish before they left. The rest of the team would meet them tonight
at sunset when it was cooler. She heard
the soft murmur of Rich’s breathing as her hand curled around his cock. In spite of him being sound asleep, his cock
grew in her hand. She did nothing but
hold it, her fingers curled around the thick shaft. They were both tired and hot, but in spite of
it, she joined Rich and fell asleep.
Kisantu was the capital of the Democratic Republic of
Congo. It has about seventy thousand
people, and they all looked like they were on bikes and motor scooters when
Rich and Jane headed to the dock. The
major roads were paved, if you could call it that, but everything else was dirt
with large potholes. The docks weren’t
much better, suited for cargo and fishing, not pleasure boats, but Rich’s boat
was hardly a pleasure boat.
“What are you expecting?”
Jane knew there was danger on this expedition, one reason she wanted to
go. It excited her. But when she saw the boat, it took on a
harsher reality. It was more like a
gunboat than a boat to cruise the river.
It was painted jet black with no other markings. The boat sat high in the water, in spite of
the machine gun that was mounted on the forward deck, the belt of ammunition
hung down until it disappeared into the box below it. The metal sides of the deck were more for
cover than any other reason. The cabin
above deck was covered in windows, but knowing Rich, Jane was sure that it was
bulletproof glass. In the rear of the
boat were two large exhausts that shot up, painted black. Jane guessed that it had twin engines that
would make this boat fly across the water until it barely touched it. Rich loved speed.
“Everything and anything.
You still have a chance to go home,” Rich warned her. “I never leave anything to chance.”
“Never; I’m here and ready to go.” She saw the three men standing next to
it. They looked like military by their
clothing, a combination of camouflage fatigues and black clothes. They were all big, over six feet four and
muscular. She immediately saw the one in
charge. He had that look about him. She couldn’t deny that he was handsome in a
rough sort of way. He had a ten o’clock
shadow on his face, a square jaw and he barely cracked a smile. He had dark-brown eyes, and they stared
directly at her. She looked down to see
his large hands. Hands like Rich had,
demanding hands that took possession of whatever they touched. In spite of Rich’s billions, he looked like
he worked with his hands, not his mind.
Derk couldn’t take his eyes off her. He expected Rich’s companion to be beautiful,
but nothing like this. He expected a
young trophy, pampered woman, but she was nothing like that. She was beautiful, but in a plain sort of
way. She wore little makeup and had no
jewelry except for a small diamond ring on her right hand. She wore tan khakis, but they were snug on
her hips and ass. He couldn’t wait for
her to turn around so he could admire her from behind. The button-down tan blouse was tight against
her breasts, the top three buttons opened, with a tan pullover beneath it that
hid her delicious flesh from his eyes.
She certainly got a rise out of him.
Rich saw Derk immediately. “It’s good to see you, Derk.” They clasped hands, and Rich felt the
pressure of Derk’s hand as he tried to crush his in jest. He responded until they both broke their grip
and laughed.
Derk knew Rich from their younger days when they were
both carefree and reckless. Derk stayed
that way, but Rich took to earning money in large amounts. That made him less susceptible to take risks,
at least regarding his life and that’s why Derk was surprised when Rich brought
up this expedition. It was out of form
for even Rich to go, never mind to bring his companion. The goal had to be very important for him to
risk everything. “Glad you could make
it, old friend.” They hugged.
“What do you mean, old,” Rich shot back when they broke
the embrace. “This is my significant other,
Jane. Jane this is Derk, the toughest,
meanest man alive.” Rich and Derk were
still close in spite of the way their lives parted. They were almost like brothers. There were no secrets between them, and they
shared everything.
Derk turned his attention to Jane. He took her hand and kissed it softly as his
eyes stared into her deep-blue eyes.
“Such beauty,” he complimented her, but he refused to release her soft
hand. His imagination ran rampant as to
what her soft hands could do to inspire his lust.
“His hands might be calloused and rough, but his touch is
soft and gentle. Like yours, Rich.” Jane loved a man that could be both and
were. It excited her. She knew that Rich and Derk were close
friends and wondered what that meant for her.
Rich had talked about him a lot, though in the two years she was with
Rich, she’d never met him. When she saw
him, she knew why. They didn’t look like
they were in the same social circles. Or
was it that Rich didn’t really belong in the social circle his money allowed
him to join?
“Meet Jessie and Brewster. They’re brothers and our guards. They’ll keep us out of trouble or get us out
of trouble. I’ve known them since the
service, and they are both capable of taking care of anything. You can’t find better men to watch your back
than them.” They were with Derk in the
Special Forces for too many years, and now, they were hired mercenaries, just
as Derk was.
Jane shook their hands, but they were harsh and forceful
in their grip, in spite of her being a woman.
There was no gentleness at all in them.
They didn’t even crack a smile or grin, though their eyes looked her
over like a piece of meat. Jane felt a
shiver in her body. She’d be on a small
boat in the middle of the jungle with four men, all alpha males. She felt a shiver of pleasure between her
legs and squeezed her pussy in response.
“It’s good to meet you.”
“We have to check out the boat and the supplies. We won’t be leaving until the morning. We’ll spend another night in the hotel, the
last night in a comfortable bed. Don’t
go too far. They don’t see many blonde
white women here, and it could be dangerous,” Rich warned her.
She walked on the dock, the wood rotted and decayed. There were other boats tied up, but most were
handmade with small engines on the sterns, used mainly for fishing, though a
few were pushed into duty to handle cargo up and down the river. The Congo River could take large boats, but
the Inkisi River was shallower. Jane
still didn’t know their ultimate destination or what Rich sought. He promised to tell her once they got under
way. He was always secretive.
The men on the dock eyed her with suspicion, but she also
saw lust in their eyes. They were a mix
of tan-skinned men to jet-black men of all ages. When she walked near them, they all stopped
and eyed her; she was a novelty in this part of the world. She could imagine what was in their
heads. The nearby town had sprung up
over the centuries in an urban sprawl that couldn’t be contained. Most of the buildings near the dock were old,
tin roofs with block walls, built to withstand the elements, not built for
aesthetic reasons. She’d expected the
jungle to be fresh and sweet, but the town was none of that. It reeked of rotted garbage, stagnant water
and the unbathed bodies of many of the inhabitants. Jane hoped once they got on the water the
aroma would change.
Rich checked the boat to make sure that it had everything
that was needed. Once they set out,
there wouldn’t be many places they could get supplies, especially
ammunition. The last chance for that
would be when they’d transition from the Inkisi River to the Luili River. The Luili River would be low this time of
year with no outlet on the Inkisi River for the boat. A sandbar would block it. They’d need help, but Rich had planned for
that.
They went back to the hotel, and they both fell
asleep. Rich woke her up early, before
the sun rose. They grabbed coffee but
that was all. They were too excited to
get under way finally. They walked to
the boat. She saw the other men on the
boat, and Rich walked up the gangplank first.
She waited. “Permission to come
aboard, Captain,” she teased him.
“Permission granted.”
Rich chuckled to himself. He
enjoyed that she had to ask his permission, not only for this. He’d trained her well.
Jane sat on the forward deck to get a good view. The engines scared her for a second when they
roared to life, the two exhausts spit out black smoke, and then, they bellowed
deeply. Rich unsecured the forward and
aft lines and hopped back aboard the boat just as Derk gunned it. Jane held on as the front of the boat raised
up, and she felt the boat propel forward.
She saw Rich hang on and a smirk on Derk’s face when he accelerated so
quickly to catch Rich almost unprepared.
Jane looked forward as Derk piloted the boat into the center of the
river and the water leaped up from the bow and sent waves rippling to the two
shores. Any unfortunate boat that got
into their wake was pounded by the wake.
There were many angry outbursts from the occupants, but they were long
gone. Jane turned around to see Jessie
get behind the machine gun, or at least she thought it was Jessie. He didn’t say a word as his eyes were already
peeled onto the banks of the river for trouble as the boat made its way up the
river.
The river was blackish, but the stench of the town was
left behind. Jane could smell the rain
from the morning. She heard a bird out
in the distance, another answered from behind her. She began to see the wild animals. Monkeys danced from tree to tree playfully,
propelled along as they swung from the thick liana branches that hung down from
the trees like ropes. She looked in the
water along the banks, teeming with snakes that slithered along close to the
banks and the snout of a fish would pop above the water as if it checked out
the inhabitants of the boat before it sank back into the black water. Jane had seen pictures of the Congo, but she
never imagined it was this beautiful.
She could see the thick carpet of the trees above the floor and the high
mountains in the background, hundreds of miles away. It was as though they were the only people
around, all the rest were the wild animals that called this their home. She only hoped that they weren’t intruding. Jane turned to hear Rich come up on the deck
behind her.
“I’m going below to get some sleep. Brewster and I will take the night
shift. We want to make good time, so
we’ll keep going night and day. It’s
four days out before we get to the Luili River.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“I need to get some sleep, though the offer is tempting,”
Rich declined. It would be difficult
enough to go to sleep; last night’s sleep was brief and fitful.
“When are you going to tell me where we’re going and what
we’re after?” He had been so secretive
ever since he said he was going on the expedition.
“We’ll talk in the morning when Derk takes over for
me.” He bent down to kiss her, but it
was just a peck on her lips. Then, he
was gone.
* * * *
Jane spent a couple of hours on the deck, but then, she
grew thirsty. The sun burned brightly,
and in spite of the breeze from the boat’s speed, it was still hot and
humid. She nodded to Jessie, but all he
did was grunt back at her.
Derk saw her move toward him, her khakis plastered to her
body with sweat, but that didn’t deter him.
Hot, dirty sex was always enjoyable.
“Want a beer. Not too many
though. You have to stay hydrated, but
alcohol isn’t the way.” He opened the
cooler and handed her one. He had the
urge to rub the cold bottle against one of her breasts and see if he could coax
out a hard nipple, but he fought the urge, at least for now. He watched as her lips wrapped around the
cold neck of the glass bottle and her hand held the thick bottle and tilted it
up. He couldn’t stop his mind from
wandering erotically about her, in spite of her being with Rich.
Jane knew what he was thinking, the same thing all men
did. “Has Rich told you what we’re
after?”
So she didn’t know either. “No, just we’re going to take the Luili
River, but he still hasn’t told me how he is going to get this boat over a five
hundred-foot sandbar.”
“I guess we’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” They chatted for a while. Since Derk was one of Rich’s best friends,
she wanted to know him also.
“You want to drive the boat?” The river was wide in this section so it
wouldn’t be much problem.
“I’d love to.”
Derk moved to the side but kept his hand on the wheel. She gripped the steering wheel tightly. She felt Derk’s hands cover hers.
“Not so tight, hold it gently. It won’t try to get away. Keep the boat on an even keel to the center
of the river. There’s not much traffic
now, but by afternoon, you’ll see more.
Always stay to the right of any boat coming at us. Not too close though, you don’t want the wake
to tip them over.” He moved closer
behind her.
Derk’s large body began to envelope her from behind. He leaned over her as his large hands on her
small ones guided her. She felt him
press up against her back, but it was her ass that got all the attention. He pushed into her butt, and there was no
doubt that his cock was erect. He didn’t
pull away, frozen against her, but he couldn’t keep his cock still no matter
how much he might will it. She didn’t
push him away, though instinct told her that is what she should do.
She had a great ass, and he couldn’t stop his cock from
moving. The slightest movement of the
boat made her move, and her ass slid across his cock as though she tried to rub
it with her buttocks. He could only wish
for rough water. “Good job,” he complimented
her as he removed his hands from hers.
She felt him release her hands, Jane disappointed, but
they didn’t abandon her. She felt the
gentle touch of his hands slide to her waist where they paused for the briefest
of seconds. Then, they slid down her
hips until she felt his fingers tighten on her flesh. She knew what was next. His fingers began to move slowly, almost
undetectable at first. When she didn’t
protest, they began to become more brazenly.
He guided her hips, slowly and methodically from side to side. It made his cock come alive more than it was
before, alive and much harder. She knew
she’d have to stop him, but not yet. She
couldn’t deny the wetness she felt as he masturbated his cock on her ass. She was still a virgin back there, not sure
why, but she expected that someday Rich would take that from her.
“Yes, you’re doing a great job, keep it up,” Derk purred
in pleasure into her ear. He couldn’t
control his cock even if he wanted to.
He began to move his hips as he pushed back and forth in contrast to her
side to side motion. It sent his cock
into delicious tremors. He didn’t have
to move her hips anymore, as she did it by herself. She moved rhythmically with him.
“I don’t think there is a problem with keeping it up,”
Jane teased him. It was so surreal what
they were doing with Rich in the bunk below them, but she couldn’t stop, at
least not yet.
Derk didn’t know why she let him continue, but he wasn’t
about to protest. He didn’t know how he
lasted for ten minutes, but the longer she moved against his cock, the harder
it became to not cum in his pants.
“I think I’m okay now, Derk.” She stopped moving against him, pushing her
lower body forward so his cock no longer touched her ass.
“You’re more than okay,” he said, dejected and
unfulfilled. But he reluctantly moved
away, though he stayed close just in case the river got more crowded or there
was trouble. He was always on guard.