When I was a very young man, in the seventies, my best friend and I were dispatched to West Africa to negotiate a contract. Our host arranged companionship for us for the evening. The girl was about 6 ft tall, with the longest legs I had ever seen, a perfect little bubble butt and b cups with nipples that showed through her white silk blouse. She had on a flowered native skirt and sandals, and her head was shaved.God, am jealous.
She was a model and spoke English with a public school British accent. She was the daughter of a Fulani chief. We actually saw a billboard with her on it while we were out for the evening. We had dinner and drinks at the hotel dining room, strolled through the garden, sat on a bench under the palm trees and talked away much of the night. We went back to my room, opened the balcony doors and had sweaty, passionate sex under those warm, moist breezes for the rest of the evening. After breakfast on the balcony, our driver took her home. We corresponded for a while after I went home, but I heard her father was killed in the Nigerian coup d’état of 1975, and I never heard from her again.
She was perhaps 19 years old and her skin was as deeply black as obsidian, almost translucent. Absolutely beautiful. Reminds me of the African model Alek Wek. (Picture of Wek below.)
This little exercise has inspired me to try to find a provider with these general characteristics. I know the experience can't be duplicated, but what the heck... I can try. Thanks for the excuse to stroll down memory lane.
Originally Posted by jdean208
I love chocolaty girls as well. You've brought back fond memories of my very first girlfriend back home in Jamaica.