We drink; I have my arm around her back-side. I say “I know, no blow job”, “All what you ever want” she answers. I am a bit baffled and ask her why she has changed her mind. She thinks about it and then tells me because she now knows that I am not a bad person. She does it later; I had not put her under pressure and remained nice. So, today a blow job and BumBum? I’m a bit amazed but say ok.

Never mind, she says goodbye to her girlfriend, who is with the young long haired Muzungu from last time. In between she gives me her mobile to take care of and dances, I take photos and vids with the S95 until a bouncer comes and tells me it’s not allowed. There of my girlfriend I tell him, ok, but the other guests will complain. I pretend to be nice and put it away, got everything I want anyway.

Another not very nice incident at the bar, a couple of places further on: First of all I only noticed out of the corner of my eye that a punch-up had started. A black bloke had obviously knocked his girlfriend, at any rate a slightly plumper black person, down onto the floor, smacked her in the gob, pulled her onto the dance floor by the hair as if he was a mad-man and smacked her a few times in the mouth again and on the head. Instinctively I wanted to prevent him with me being close by, but I decided not to because the other guests, who were all black, just sat there watching. In the end one of the security blokes comes along and separates them.

The man is steered towards the bar, the woman towards the entrance. Of course this caused my mood to change so I said to my tart that we were leaving and off we went. In the corridor half way down the stairs we saw the woman who had been beaten up; one couldn’t see much, she wasn’t bleeding; dark skin does not show bruises as well as white. She wants to go up stairs again, one of the security blokes is talking to her; nevertheless she still wants to go up, the bloke than grabs her arm and chucks her out. That’s the way they solve problems here.

During the taxi journey there is no chance of getting close to my tart, no chance of a blow job, I have a nasty feeling that things might not work out. I take a few pics in the hotel, she smiles, is nice, but that’s it. She doesn’t want to kiss; her reason is that a girlfriend of hers has caught some tongue infection and the doc had told her it came from kissing, instead loads of red lipstick, oh dear, well stone the crows. I tell her that each day millions of Kenyans kiss without having “accidents” but then dropped this topic, no use anyway. Normally a complete NO GO for me, because, at the latest since Mariachi we know that:

Sex without screwing – ok.
Sex without a blow job – maybe.
Sex without kissing – never!!!

But now she is here and I have to make the best of things. My fault for bringing her along.

But she did let me lie her down on the bed, but a pillow under her backside, part her legs and lick her twat, her juice simply flowed, I lick it all up. Her aroma is typical for the country, a bit ugh, strong, but not all that disagreeable really. I pull her hand down to her fanny and she helps a little with her finger; until she comes. Now a blow job, I let her kneel down, she starts off but then tells me she cannot do it. The best thing was the deep red lipstick on my cock and in her face, oh shit.

To be continued…