Out of Afrika Ch. 21

Colin spoke in such low tones he had to lean close to hear his response as he reached over and ever so gently touched her arm. A tingle ran up her spine.

"My wife has encouraged me to look for a posting in warmer climes, as we have a very long winter season and she spends most of it in Florida. It makes for a very distant relationship as you can imagine,"

She returned his touch, her white hand on his very black forearm. She leaned in to speak into his ear as the conversational levels in the room increased substantially. She was now aware that her perfume was having an effect, and she was suddenly glad she had dabbed some behind her ears, some in her cleavage and some between her legs, where it was becoming increasingly damp with the early stages of seduction and arousal. She dropped the subject of his wife. She should not have asked the question and she made a mental note to never do that again.

She leaned in to whisper directly into his ear, her full, firm breast pushing against her hand and thus his arm, "I really love the 'salt and pepper' of your mustache, your goatee, and your gorgeous hair, so many handsome black men these days shave their heads." She smiled."I'm glad you don't!

"You must be wondering about our servers, their 'slave' outfits, and the fact that they are all young married white wives working in a top hotel for a black employer, who incidentally, is now the biggest employer in the state."

He replied, "Thank you for the compliment. I often am thought to be much younger than I am, so it must be working! As the racial makeup of our country is one of the areas of my educational expertise I would like to hear a lot more about why Hawksville is such a leader in racial harmony and such an example to the world."

He was so quiet, calm, and relaxed. As the meal progressed she felt totally at ease explaining her philosophy on racial harmony. His hand seemed to return to her arm regularly now. It felt nice, soft, and warm. As she talked he stroked her arm gently.

She enjoyed his touch. He was older, much older than Oskar, much older than her father, but he was right, he did look way younger.

She felt a sense of protection in a room full of horny black men who probably only wanted to get between her legs, Colin was truly interested in what she had to say.

She explained in ever-growing detail about the wedding she had attended with 'her boss Oscar Botha' and how he told her about the progressive Country Club and how it had been modernized with women and blacks forming a strong cohesive board and active leadership. She continued as he paid rapt attention staring deeply into her blue eyes.

How the Church of the Black Staff had reached out under the leadership of the renowned Bishop Erasmus to include white females, primarily the wives and their young teenage daughters, to spread the word of the Lord.

How special sessions were held downstairs in the church after Sunday Services.

How the young white girls were encouraged to take confession in the strictest of privacy with the black priests and prelates. How those sessions were timed to be held while their mothers were downstairs with the Bishop.

And, finally how the husbands and fathers were encouraged to stay home with the much younger c***dren, which they inevitably did to watch the early Sunday football games on TV.

As the dinner wound down the organizers stood to make speeches and give out a few major awards. The final award for the evening was the coveted one, The Lifetime Achievement Award to the person whose research and excellence in the delivery of education in that field was the best in the country:

The President announced the winner's name: "Senior Professor Dr. Colin Steeves Ph.D. for his work in combating racism and promoting the study of solutions for peace in our times."

Ingrid's mouth opened, he had said nothing while she went on and on about herself.

The room erupted with a standing ovation for Professor Steeves and he went forward to collect his awards. Which included, it was announced:

"A fully funded all-inclusive trip to the African country of his choice for a dozen participants to study in-depth 'Solutions to racism in the 2020s.'"

Professor Steeves was surrounded by well-wishers following the conclusion of the dinner. Ingrid stood close by as he modestly accepted all of their congratulations. He was clearly uncomfortable with all of the adoration and as many of the participants headed to the bar to celebrate he slipped his hand into Ingrid's and made quietly directly for the elevator.

When the elevator door closed she exclaimed, "Oh Professor, I am so proud of you" and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He quietly directed her down the hall from Lucy's room to his own. Once inside, he placed his awards on the table and she kissed him again.

He was so special.

They kissed, their mouths opening, their tongues in an erotic dance.

He touched her face for the first time with his soft hands. He was so kind.

It was different for her.

Oskar had rough and calloused hands, Oskar was demanding.

Colin touched her wonderful breasts with a reverence that could have been given to a priceless object.

Colin took his time. Her juices were flowing. She could feel his erection pressing against her tummy. She wanted him.

He had not pawed her at the table when she half expected him to.

He treated her with the utmost respect. He was honored by the award but he showed no emotion about it. He was honored that this lovely creature had come with him a 54-year-old professor of history, nearly three times her age of a lovely 21.

He took her hand in his and kissed her fingers drawing one after the other into his wet mouth and sucked them deliciously. She was weak with lust. She went to her knees and undid his belt.

Now she worshipped his gorgeous long, black, thick erection.

She kissed and licked its length.

She sucked the top.

She ran her tongue down and around his big balls.

He watched fascinated as the white girl performed fellatio on his black penis.

Later, he used his mustache and goatee on her clit and pussy, driving her to the first orgasm.

Later, she watched as he gently entered her.

There was a passion but there was respect and kindness in the way he took the young woman in the traditional way. Both of them giddy with ecstasy. Her orgasms were long and drawn out. His were brief but explosive.

Several hours later he walked her to Lucy's door and bade her goodnight.

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