One night in Nairobi. Part 1
I haven't told this story to anyone since it's kind of embarrassing. But here goes:
I was traveling to Madagascar in October 2009 flying out from London and changing planes in Nairobi. We arrived to Nairobi early in the morning as scheduled and had to wait a couple of hours for the connection to Madagascar. I'll cut the details but they include more waiting, flight to Madagascar where we couldn't land because of bad weather, going down in Tanzania and sitting in the plane for another hour until we returned to Nairobi late evening. Kenya Airways informed us that we wouldn't get to Madagascar until 2 (!) days later but they would provide accomodation. And they sure did! Looking at the web I can tell that it was Hotel Nairobi Safari Club [url]http://www.nairobisafariclub.com[/url] which must cost a gazillion bucks per night. We weren't there until after midnight so all I did was have a meal and a couple of beers before hitting the sack, I had been on the road for some 36 hours then.
Next day I took a look at Nairobi strolling down what I now know is Koinange Street, exchanging some money, and being mildly hassled by toots who wanted to sell me safaris, souvenirs and what not. And since I had never set foot in Africa I enjoyed every minute it including noises, smells and the cra<y trafic! In my 1st bright moment of the day I found a pharmacy and stocked up on generic viagra. I had studied the Madagascar part of this forum carefully (you gotta research before you go) and also browsed a bit here in the Kenya forum without paying much attention to details so I didn't know shit about nothing. Until I suddenly saw a sign on the street that said Simmers; that rang a distant bell. It must have been early afternoon but a man can always use a beer so I entered the place. Not very many people there but some mighty friendly women so I chatted a bit with them but refused to pay their drinks. They weren't hot enough for that and my hotel didn't seem the GF type to me--I certainly couldn't afford a joiner's fee there. Also, I had most of my thoughts elsewhere since I wasn't even supposed to be in Nairobi.
I took a nap later in the afternoon because we had been told that we'd be picked up for the airport next morning at 5am and I wanted to arrive to Madagascar in good shape ready for action. Then the complimentary dinner (excellent buffet by the way) and I headed down to Simmers around 8pm and the place was already rocking pretty good. Lotsa chicks ranging from "wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole" to "that's one mighty fine piece of pussy". There was a band playing and I felt great, even started jumping around a bit which is my version of dancing. Suddenly a white guy came over and asked if he could buy me a beer. Free beer is my favourite brand and I had just finished a Tusker so promptly got another one. I thanked for the beer and talked with the guy, a British expat in his 60s who was sitting with his buddy in the bar."Oh, you looked so happy so we thought we'd buy you a beer" was the only explanation I got for this unexpected generosity.
Nice as the guys were I soon excused myself and headed back near the dance floor to check out music and women. Obviously a lot hit on me but I had this 5am pick up and a supposedly non-GF hotel so I didn't get involved, just enjoyed the evening and brushed them away. Until whatwashername suddenly was standing next to me. Oh she was hot, early 20s, maybe 1.70 tall, slim, long hair, bubbly butt, size B tits. So she got a beer or soda or whatever out of me and we talked a bit. And then sat down and talked some more with me explaining the unfortunate situation with hotel and all. She was very sweet and understanding and we had a good talk until it was about time for me to leave, probably 11pm. For reasons unknown she thought it a good idea that I should give her "a little money" suggesting 1000 KSH and when that failed completely, kindly went down to 500. Now, I don't pay for nothing but then I had my 2nd bright moment of the day--I guess that Africa stimulates one's creativity!
To be continued...
One night in Nairobi. Part 2
Part 1 of the story ended with me sitting in Simmers with a hot young woman who shall remain nameless-I have forgotten her name.
Miss X accepted that I wouldn't give her money for nothing, I guess she just routinely had tried her luck without any real expectations. And then I had what seemed like a bright idea and told her that I was in the market for a blow job! But it couldn't be in my hotel (see Part 1) and there was no way I'd pay for another room just to be relieved. That was a challenge for the lovely young thing but I clearly stimulated her thinking by offering 1000 KSH for the deed "and maybe a tip". It took a while but then she went "I think I know where" with a cute smile that caused an immediate erection. I hadn't been really groping her (I don't do that much in public) but we'd been flirting, holding hands and other kid stuff and also doing the usual sweet talk about Kenya's GNP growth, Emanuel Kant's philosophy, global warming etc. so my private member had woken up long ago. Now he jumped to full alert. "Let's go", she said.
And so we did. Out the main entrance and a very fast escape across Kenyatta Avenue to avoid multiple female beggars, most carrying infants. Really sad and I have to admit that I didn't give anything; it seemed pointless and stopping there would just have meant more beggars surrounding us. We turned left and started strolling along the avenue arm in arm and probably looking very respectable; Miss X was decently dressed. Not many people on the street that night but also no discreet places for us to be alone for maybe 15 minutes. I was also starting to get a bit worried; was I being set up? Would a bunch of big guys suddenly jump me and rob my money? Not that I carried much cash but I am always concerned about my health. But Miss X hadn't made any phone calls in Simmers and there was no way she could have predicted this situation so I calmed down and caressed her amazingly firm ass as we walked. First black ass I have ever touched, do you remember the feeling?
"Let's try here". We had walked around 400 meters (1/4 mile) and there were some trees close to the sidewalk. Behind the trees it was dark. So behind the trees we went and finally I got to grab her ass properly while we giggled like teenagers. I did take time to check the surroundings, we were at the edge of a large parking lot. Every now and then (and far too often for my taste) people passed by on the sidewalk only 2 meters away. And was it really dark enough? I had my doubts but also a throbbing erection so it was no match; it simply had to be dark enough! And fun too with her hands working my crotch while we kissed and I fondled tits and ass and whatever. To the other side was the near empty parking lot with no light and no people that I could see. Miss X unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them down a bit. I leaned back against a tree.
And she gave a good BBBJ indeed. Often interrupted while people walked past so we had to quiet down before she could start working on me again. CIM after what seemed a long time, not sure if she swallowed or not, pants up, paid 1000 KSH + 200 tip and quickly back to the sidewalk. A true love story with a very happy (for me at least) ending.
But then things happened fast! Just as we got back on the sidewalk, me still buttoning up, a large 4x4 came around the corner and stopped at us. Out came 4 guys in uniform and asked what we were doing. "Shit" I thought to myself and told them that we were just out for a walk. "You were not walking, we were watching you" said the one who appeared to be the leader of the group. They were not police but some kind of private guards working across the parking lot. But they were big, in uniform and 4 of them. The leader started talking about "offending public decency" or something along those lines and mentioned police. "Bet you felt real offended during the whole BJ" I said to myself but kept quiet. Not Miss X, she had balls (not literally I hope!) and said that we were ready to go to the police and that we had done nothing wrong. And right she was, the guys didn't have a strong case but then again I had a plane to catch a few hours later so the last thing I needed was to get the police involved. It's a bit blurred now but one of the guys talked about God knows what and to whom in his radio while Miss X worked up a temper, she was ready for battle!
I could see myself missing the plane so I had to do something! I pulled the leader aside and talked to him about "no harm done" and "we're all men" and BS like that, even complimented them for their quick reaction. Guess it doesn't get more pathetic than that but it softened him somewhat. And during our talk Miss X was giving the other 3 guys a hard time but I missed the finer details in that. To cut a long story short, I parted with my last 500-600 KSH, got Miss X calmed down, and said goodbye to the guys who drove off. And then I cracked up! I laughed so hard that I nearly wet my pants and Miss X started to laugh too; it had been such an absurd situation. She did get angry a few minutes later when she found out that I had actually paid the guys but it didn't last long. And hand in hand we walked into the sunset or rather to the corner of Kenyatta Avenue and Koinange Street where we swore each other never ending love, kissed several times and she gave me her phone number which I sadly have lost.
End of story. And 24 hours later I was in bed with a lovely girl in Antananarivo...
Jiggy Trip Report 27 Dec 10. 10 Jan 11. Part 1
I have been traveling quite a bit this year making up for lost time so to speak. I returned late last year from a stint in the sandbox, so I was chopping at the bit to relieve some of that pent up PTSD. While in the sandbox, I had been cultivating some online relationships with quite a few ladies from the Afro sites. I had so many that I had to compile a database of their pertinent information as well as a picture of each one because I had made the mistake of confusing a lady I was talking to with another I had just started talking to and she busted me out. So I always reference my "cheat sheet" before I engage in chat with any of my ladies. I had wanted to visit Nairobi mid year 2010, but let's just say "big brother Uncle Sam" put a kabosh on my rest and relaxation plans. So to thumb my nose at US, I decided to go for a much longer visit when I was no longer under those restraints. I have never been in jail in my life (knock on wood) but now I know what it is like to be "on lockdown" and that is hard on anyone who is a hyper monger (I once saw so many escorts in a single week one time that I realized I had blew through one G just like that! And no I wasn't seeing 5 star ladies, more like average ladies at 2 stars tops (and that is stars in terms of gifts not looks). But that was in my younger days before I started traveling internationally and I quickly realized what I had been missing by just mongering in the US. So back to the story. I had set up contacts with no less than 15 ladies in Nairobi. One I had identified as the one I would focus on and through I frequent yahoo IMs, I decided to stay at her place the closer my visit came around. I kept the rest in "my back pocket" just in case things didn't pan out for me. Now being a true monger, I really would not have made that move unless the prospects of a super good time was to be had, and she had assured me that everything was on the menu. Everything was available to be sampled and enjoyed! I couldn't turn down an offer like that. I had cemented my visit plans in August of 2010, and had planned to use my frequent flyer miles to first fly to Ghana and celebrate the new year for a week there, and then proceed onward to Nairobi. I also would have returned to Ghana at the end of my nearly 3 month vacation (yes I took a note from all you folks in the Euro zone-you really know how to destress) and enjoy myself for another week before returning to reality. My plan also called for me to purchase R / T air tickets to visit Mombasa and Uganda during the time I was in Kenya. But that historic post Christmas snowstorm that blitzed the East Coast wrecked my plans. Not to be denied, I ended up just buying a one-way business class ticket directly to Nairobi, of course going through Amsterdam. No I am not loaded but I had to get away and the difference between the economy fare and business class fare was only about $500 so I did cost-benefit analysis and flying for 19 hours in coach just to save $500 did not appeal to my analytical senses. Besides since I was going to Kenya, I did what the man at the top would do-I just charged it to my credit card so it wasn't like I had that less money to spend at that time to thoroughly enjoy myself. Upon arrival in Nairobi, I was met by a driver she had arranged to pick me up from the airport. He took me to her place which was not that far from the airport. She actually stayed in a nice housing complex just off the main road that leads from the airport into the central business district of Nairobi. Now we had been webcaming all the while I was in the sandbox, so I knew what she looked like quite vividly (nothing outright naked but closer to my visit she did entice me with some of her sexy lingerie). I knew what awaited me was fine and good. Now I have to make a qualifying statement about that-although I had ladies on my roster that were much more attractive than she, she still had all the right "assets" that turned me on. My reasoning is that I would much rather be with a 6 or 7 that blows my mind rather than a 10 that leaves me asking "Is that it?"
So for those keeping track, right now I am out over 4G's and I am just about to meet my 7 rated long distance temporary gf.
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Jiggy Trip Report 27 Dec 10. 11 Jan 11. Part 2
NI actually had kept a journal of my time spent getting to Kenya, and activities and observations in Nairobi, Mombasa, and Kampala. But as I reread what I had written, I realize I had been writing more for my personal benefit rather than as something I would post here (there are some details that anyone else reading my report would say,"So, WTF that is not pertinent to me"). So I will continue to summarize my experience as concisely as possible. I should note that my intent during this trip was to mostly experience the non-pro GFE and I got that with my temporary gf. But I was also constantly working to get her to come around to having a 3-some (it never happened, but she was somewhat fine with me going out by myself and seeing the sights and sounds at Causaurani in Mtwapa).
Now when I met my gf at her place, I could only smile and be greatly relieved because she looked even more attractive than what I had seen online during our webcams. We hugged and kissed and I was extremely pleased with her presentation. Nice first impression! Her place was nice and immaculate. She had a housegirl who cooked and cleaned for her (no I never crossed that line, but the thought did cross my mind.). She had prepared dinner for me and we had drinks. After I had my fill, we settled on the couch and talked briefly. Now we had been IMing, sometimes for hours at a time while I was in the sandbox. So there really was not much we had to discuss at that particular time. I won't detail the intercourse of events blow by blow, but let me put it like this-she was great at giving massages, bbbjtcimws, prostrate massages (not really my thing for it to be done on me but it turned her on) , sex in multiple positions, DATY until I had her snapping her fingers and toes and convulsing like she was having an epilectic seizure from the neck down. At first, we were having sex in the morning, at noon time and at night time. You can imagine that a man can only do that for so long, and by early January, I was down to just giving it to her once a day, but that session was an extremely long one. I also broke her anal cherry on New Years day. I did manage to snap some photos of her that day and even got some of her nicely shaved pu$sy, but one day when we were at a cafe, she asked to see my camera and discreetly deleted those photos. I was pissed, so I paid her back by fucking her ass really good that night! I also video taped some of our sessions and those are safe, though I am still figuring out how to edit what I have into a single edition (I kept starting and stopping so I have a lot of separate segments of a single session). Before I came, I also made sure that we were both tested for all STDs so I only used a condom when I first took her anally and also on the toy I inserted up her ass. I wasn't concerned about getting her pregnant since it seems my soldiers are not up to that task anymore. She also had this time off from work so our days were filled with relaxing at her place, going out to the cafe and tourist sights, touring Nairobi, visiting her family and friends (she actually had a friend-a fine one I might add-who had met a mzungu on Afro and was giving it up-I asked if it would be possible to have a 3-some with her but since the girl was her hairdresser, she did not feel comfortable going there with her). Besides the friend was more about looking for a man for marriage than for just fun. Now for full disclosure: I didn't formally give her any amount of money that was directly comparable to what I would have paid to stay in a hotel, but while I was there, I did take care of paying for various things related to her house. I never paid her rent, but I did pay for the weekly water delivery (10K KSH) , one propane tank (25K KSH) , fuel for her car, groceries and most dining out expenses. I also covered the cost for the goat we ate for New Year's as well as helping her out here and there with certain expenses with her fledgling business. So I won't say I fucked all that time for free. But I did realize that one could end up spending way more being with a gf than someone staying in a hotel and going the p4p route. In retrospect, when I did the calculations, I about broke even on this trip compared to what I had figured I would pay staying in a moderately price hotel (about $60USD tops) for most of the trip with perhaps several nights in a high-end hotel ($100+ per night) , and mixing up with a variety of p4p girls. In addition to my sightseeing outings with my gf, I also spent some time each week surfing the internet at Java House Cafe. There are several locations around Nairobi and you can surf internet for free as long as you buy something. Although I didn't play around in Nairobi during this time, I had ample opportunity to observe the sights and I can attest that there are just as many attractive women in Nairobi as there are in Mombasa. One of the attached photos demonstrate the fineness that is walking around the streets of Nairobi. So for those just chomping at the bit to get to Mombasa, I would say to give Nairobi a chance. In fact, when I revisit East Africa later this year, I have over 25 ladies lined up in Nairobi, just as many in Mombasa and Kampala, a few up in Ethiopia, and some down in Rwanda, Tanzania, and Malawi. I also have a bevy of beauties in Ghana and Jamaica too as well as a few lined up for when I visit Colombia.
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