Authors: GP Joyner
From Kenya, the Harpers boarded a small bush plane that took them to a remote airstrip in the middle of the desert and from there they flew to another patch of dirt in the middle of a jungle. Sara felt like each new plane that they boarded became smaller and more dangerous. No matter how many times she flew to new places, flying always made Sara nervous.
Finally, after too many hours of traveling, Sara and her parents landed on a dirt runway at the foot of a rugged mountain range. Sara stepped out of the plane as soon as the door opened and wiped the sweat off of her forehead. This wasn't her first time in Africa, but the heat still bothered her. Even in her short khaki shorts and tank top, she overheated.
Looking around, she saw nothing but trees and a few old, green trucks with white stars on the doors. She had seen similar trucks before in movies and in pictures. They were obviously old Army trucks. Two of them were huge flatbeds with crates stacked on them. The third was an old Jeep driven by a muscular black man wearing a green jumpsuit. Sara assumed that these trucks were for her parents' work and the driver had been provided by the local government to take them into the village.
Sara's father helped the pilot unload the baggage from the plane and Sara watched as he carried it over to the Jeep. Sara was far too exhausted to even consider lifting heavy baggage. She reached into her backpack that she always kept on her and removed her canteen. As she took a long drink of cool water, she watched as her parents talked with the Jeep driver.
After quenching her thirst and stretching her legs out nicely, Sara heard her father call her over to the Jeep. Sara slung her backpack over her shoulders and walked over to where her parents were standing.
“Sara, I want you to meet Sargent Harry Freeman,” Sara's dad said as he gestured towards the driver. “He's here to take care of our trucks so we can get supplies in and out of the village.”
Sara was a bit surprised. In all of their travels, they had never been sent in with a military escort. “How long are we going to be here that we need a mechanic?” Sara asked.
“Only about six months,” Sara's mom said sweetly. “We are going to be building a brand new clinic in the village as well as a new school. We need these trucks to bring in bricks and mortar and such from the other side of the mountains.”
“The roads are pretty rough,” Sara's dad interrupted. “You could barely even call them roads. So, we were able to hire out these trucks and we were lucky enough to get the mechanic as part of the package.”
“We should get on the road pretty soon,” Sargent Freeman piped in. “The sun isn't going to be up much longer and I would like to have everything unloaded while there is still some light out.”
“We can get going in a minute,” Sara's dad said. “I just need to check the inventory in the trucks so that I know what I will need to put on order before we cross the mountains.”
“Whatever, Doc,” Sargent Freeman said as he stepped out of the Jeep. “I'm just here to make sure the trucks run right.”
Sara leaned against the Jeep and prayed for some shade to protect her from the harsh African sun as her parents climbed into the flatbeds and began inspecting the crates. She took another sip of water as Sargent Freeman leaned against the front of the Jeep and lit up a cigarette.
Watching this big, black man in his green jumpsuit and polished black boots with the sun shining of his shaved head, Sara felt a familiar turning in her stomach. In all of her travels, she had seen many attractive men, but none that spoke English unless she was back home. Unfortunately, she had never had the chance to pursue any romantic interests because she was constantly traveling. However, Sara thought, with this muscular mechanic with them, things might change. At least she would have a companion while her parents were busy making the world a better place.
As she stared, Sargent Freeman turned and looked back at her. She quickly turned her head and tried not to blush, embarrassed at being caught ogling him like that. Sara prayed that he hadn't noticed or at least would just ignore it. Sadly, her hopes were dashed when he walked over to her and stood directly in front of her.
“So, what do you do?” Sargent Freeman asked as he exhaled smoke.
“What do you mean?” Sara asked, looking up at this soldier who stood a good foot taller than her.
“Your dad is a doctor, your mom is a teacher. What do you do?” Sargent Freeman asked again.
“I mostly just help out wherever I'm needed,” Sara answered. “Sometimes I help my parents, sometimes I just help the villagers cook food or clean up or whatever needs to be done.”
“Can you turn a wrench?” Sargent Freeman asked as he killed his cigarette against the sole of his boot.
“I can,” Sara answered as she ran her hand through her hair. “I like to help my Grandpa out in his garage when we are home.”
“Good,” Sargent Freeman said bluntly. “I'm probably going to need an extra pair of hands working on these trucks. If you don't mind getting dirty, you could come help me out.”
“I don't mind being dirty, Sargent Freeman,” Sara said. When she heard Sargent Freeman chuckle, she felt embarrassed again knowing how suggestive that statement must have sounded.
“You can call me Harry,” he said, either ignoring or just not catching what Sara said.
“Well, Harry, I'm glad that you are going to be with us,” Sara said with a wide smile.
With nothing else to do, Harry took a seat in the Jeep and waited for more people to come along. He was given very little instruction on what to do. The only thing that Captain Harrison told him before the flight was that he would be working for some doctor and his wife. There were plenty of spare parts for the trucks and even a few weapons just in case there was a need for them. Aside from that, Harry didn't really know what to expect.
After a few hours of sweating away in the intense African heat, Harry heard the familiar hum of an airplane engine cut through the air. A small bush plane landed on the dirt air strip and came to a stop. Harry's jaw almost dropped when he saw a young woman with black hair, tan skin, and legs that must have been a mile long climb out of the plane.
“Maybe this trip won't be so bad,” Harry thought to himself. As he looked at this girl he saw a couple that must have been her parents climb out of the plane. The older man stepped out of the plane and started carrying some bags over to the Jeep where Harry was waiting.
“I'm Doctor Harper,” the man said after he tossed the bags into the back of the Jeep. “You must be our Army mechanic that I was told about.”
“Yeah, I'm Sargent Harry Freeman,” Harry said. “I wasn't really told much about what I'm supposed to be doing. I was just told that I'm going to be working for you.”
“You won't really be doing much,” Dr. Harper said, “Just keep our trucks up and running and make sure that me and my family don't get hurt.”
“Is there a big risk of injury on this trip?” Harry asked. “I thought you were just going to be building a few new buildings and then we would all be going home.”
“Well, there might be some attacks from the neighboring tribes,” Dr. Harper explained. “The Nguntu people are peaceful but the Kutus that live across the river are more violent. If something does happen, the Nguntu are perfectly capable of protecting themselves, but my wife and daughter and I will need some protection. That's why I asked my old friend at the Pentagon to send us a soldier.”
“That explains why we brought those weapons,” Harry muttered to himself. He was not prepared to get involved in some tribal wars to save some doctor and his family.
Before Harry could ask many more questions, Dr, Harper called over his wife and daughter to introduce them. He was very happy to be introduced to Sara, the dark haired beauty he had seen earlier. Up close, he was mesmerized by her bright blue eyes and her charming smile.
Harry knew that the absolute worst thing he could do is get caught with the doctor's daughter out here in the jungle. Harry knew that if he was sent home after this, his time in the Army would be over. He was going to have to be very sneaky about getting this girl into his bed.
Deciding that he should play it cool with Sara, Harry stepped out of the Jeep to have a cigarette as the doctor checked up on the cargo. After taking a couple of drags, Harry could feel that someone was looking at him. He looked over and saw that Sara was staring at him. He walked over to her and began talking to her. He thought that the best way to get her alone with him was to have her helping him out working on the trucks. There, he could talk to her and convince her to meet him in his tent at night.
After talking to Sara for a bit, Harry could feel that it wouldn't take much to lure Sara into his bed. If her parents hadn't been there, Harry felt that she would have let him fuck her right there against the Jeep. The thought of it made him excited. He was snapped out of his fantasy by the doctor's voice.
“Cargo's good to go,” Dr. Harper shouted as he walked back up to the Jeep. “Let's get going.”
Harry climbed behind the wheel of the Jeep and the Harper family got in after him, Dr. Harper riding shotgun and the two women sitting in the back seats. Two local boys got into the big trucks and started up the engines.
Following Dr. Harper's instructions as he read from a map, the convoy made it to the Nguntu village after two hours of rocky, treacherous mountain terrain. When they finally arrived, Harry was presented with almost the exact thing he expected to see: mud huts and barely dressed natives.
“Fuck this place,” Harry thought to himself.
After hours of slow driving over rocks and rivers, they finally reached the small village of the Nguntu. Of all the places that Sara had been dragged to by her parents, it wasn't the worst. The people walked around the village wearing loincloths made of the hide of some animal or another. There was a large communal fire in the center of the village where women were cooking meat. Men walked in and out of the jungle carrying in dead animals of all kinds or fruits from the jungle. Surrounding the fire were several huts made of sticks, leaves and red mud. Behind the circle of huts, a river flowed off into the depths of the jungle.
“This isn't so bad, is it?” Sara heard her mother ask.
“Better than that one place in the Philippines where we had to sleep in one big hut in the dirt,” Sara admitted.
“That place did suck a little bit,” Emily said with a small laugh.
“It wasn't so bad,” Sara's father interrupted as he unloaded his luggage from the Jeep. “I thought it was a good family bonding experience.”
“Our family doesn't need any more bonding,” Sara replied.
“Where should I set up my tent?” Harry asked, a green duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
“Well, the trucks are going to be parked where they are, so maybe you can set up near here,” Sara's father replied.
“Where are we going to be staying?” Sara asked, secretly hoping that it wasn't too far from where Harry was sleeping.
“Actually, I don't know yet,” Sara's dad said as he looked over at the village, “but I think we are about to find out.”
Sara turned around and saw that the entire village was walking over to where they stood. In the front of the group was an old man wearing several pieces of jewelry made of different bones and polished stones.
“I am King Takwane,” the old man said in a gruff, firm voice.
“I'm Doctor Jack Harper,” Sara's dad said, stepping forward. “I'm here to build your clinic and my wife, Emily, is going to be building a school.”
“Yes, Doctor and Teacher,” King Takwane said. “We expected you. Welcome to our village.”
Sara was always a bit nervous when being met by a new village. Not everyone was so happy to have outsiders invading their space. This King Takwane seemed hospitable, but his face never changed from a stoic grimace. Looking around she saw that both her parents seemed confident and calm, but Harry's fists were clenched tightly.
“First time meeting the locals like this?” Sara whispered to Harry as she put her hand on his.
“Yeah, you could say that,” Harry said, his fists relaxing.
“Don't worry,” Sara said calmingly. “I've been doing this my whole life and nobody has tried to kill us yet.”
After all the appropriate introductions were made, King Takwane led Sara and her family to a hut just outside the circle of other huts and informed them that they would be staying there for their time in the village. King Takwane also showed them an area of land where they would be building the clinic and school.
After the tour was over, there was a massive feast to celebrate Sara's parents coming to help the villagers. The sun had set and the only light around was the light given off by the fire in the center of the village. Sara's parents were given places of honor along side the King and were given meats and fresh fruits. After the King and Sara's parents were given food, Sara and Harry were given a meal on clay plates. Harry took his plate and ventured off into darkness. Sara, wanting to spend some time with Harry and knowing that her parents wouldn't miss her for a few hours, followed him with her plate.
“Why aren't you at the party?” Sara asked him as she took a seat next to him in front of his tent.
“I'm not really a social person,” Harry said, not looking up from his plate. “I figure that I'm just better off her by my tent.”
“I'm not really much for these kinds of parties either,” Sara admitted.
“I really thought you would love this kind of thing,” Harry said sounding slightly surprised. “Your parents really seem to like it.”
“That's them though,” Sara said, staring off at the fire in the distance. “I just want to go back to the states and live a normal life. I've been going all over the world since I was a baby and I'm getting sick of it.”
“I think it's an interesting life that you've had,” Harry said. “Not everyone gets to see the things you've seen.”
“Well, there are some things that other girls have experienced that I've never had the chance to,” Sara said, putting her plate on the ground and scooting closer to Harry. She gently laid her hand on Harry's thigh and waited for his reaction.
“What would your parents think if they caught you out here?” Harry asked, putting his rough hand on top of Sara's.
“For some reason, I don't really care,” Sara said seductively. She couldn't really explain where her brazenness had come from, but she had a burning desire for Harry that she couldn't deny. Without considering the consequences, she pounced onto his lap and kissed him passionately on the lips.
Sara was excited to feel Harry wrap his arms around her and push back into her sudden kiss. Before long, Sara felt Harry parting her lips with his tongue. She allowed Harry's tongue access to her mouth and playfully pushed back against it with her own. She felt chills run up and down her spine when she felt Harry's calloused hands push up under his shirt and caress her bare flesh where no man had touched her before.
In one swift motion, Sara felt herself being lifted up into the air as Harry picked her up and carried her into his tent. Sara felt Harry break the kiss and saw him turn away in the pale light of the distant fire so that he could close the flap in his tent. In the moment that Harry was turned away, Sara quickly removed her shirt and khaki shorts so that she was only in her white bra and matching panties.
Sara grinned at Harry's reaction when he saw how she was presented to him. Harry lowered his head and growled like a hungry lion before he dropped down on top of her and began kissing her neck and shoulders.
“I just want you to know something first,” Sara managed to pant out as she enjoyed the feeling of Harry's lips and hands on her exposed flesh.
“What's that?” Harry asked between kisses.
“This is my first time, so be gentle,” Sara said as she grazed her fingernails across Harry's wide shoulders.
“Of course, baby,” Harry replied as he reached around and unhooked Sara's bra.
Sara arched her back and allowed Harry to remove her bra. Sara moaned when Harry immediately began to suck on her sensitive nipples. As Harry sucked hungrily, Sara could feel the moisture building up in her panties.
While Harry worked on her breasts, Sara reached between them and unzipped the long zipper on Harry's jumpsuit. When the zipper reached the bottom, she reached inside and felt his long, throbbing manhood standing erect and eager for action. Sara stroked it softly which elicited a soft groan from Harry.
Sara felt Harry's hands move down to her waist and she pushed her hips up to allow him to remove her panties. Once the panties were off of her, Harry slipped himself out of his jumpsuit and his underpants until he laid naked on top of Sara. She could feel his body heat mixing with hers and she inhaled the musky scent of his sweat. Most excitingly of all for Sara, she could feel Harry's erection pressing against her wet slit opening.
Sara opened her legs wider and bit down on her bottom lip as she felt Harry slip inside of her. The initial shock of being penetrated caused her to gasp but after a minute, the pain became pleasure and she allowed Harry to thrust in and out of her. Soon, Harry was pounding into her with such a fierceness that Sara was afraid that he might break her. However, the feeling of Harry inside her was too much pleasure to handle and Sara was crushed under wave after wave of her first orgasms.
Harry must have had too much as well because just as Sara's orgasm subsided, she could feel Harry twitch inside of her as he shot his load deep into her womb. For minutes, or what may have been hours, neither Sara nor Harry moved.
“That was amazing,” Harry finally said once he had caught his breath.
“It was everything that I had hoped it would be,” Sara said.
“Good,” Harry replied.
After several more minutes, Harry finally rolled off of Sara and laid flat on his back. Sara rolled over and rested her head on Harry's firm, dark shoulder. In that moment of post-coital bliss, Sara forgot that she was in the middle of nowhere. In that moment of time, she didn't care where she was. She only knew that here, next to this ebony god who had made her a woman, she was at peace.