I have been looking forward to the last week of May with great excitement. I was going to get my first annual leave of ten working days and I was thoroughly excited about it.
To be honest I usually never used to care much for my annual leave, in fact I hardly used them at all. According to my records in Human Resource I used 5 of my 42 days leave last year.
Then someone came waltzing into my life. Prince Charming to be exact and this time I was planning to use my leave to spend it with him. As my leave approached I could feel the excitement in my body, I had filled the Leave Application form and took it to HR department. Judith our Human Resource manager was amazed and surprised, she couldn't believe I was finally taking a long leave from work. My application was duly granted and I officially had ten working days off (15 if u added the weekends and one holiday in between).
The journey going home seemed to be the longest ever, well anyone who uses Mbagathi Road during peak hours can attest to its craziness during rush hour. I finally reached home around 7.30pm and took a shower. Dinner was a dull affair and the 9pm news even more duller at least to me. I couldn't bear to watch thugs masquerading as our Honorable MPs and went to bed.
As soon as I laid down in my comfortable bed my phone rang, I saw the name on the screen and I broke into what could be my first smile since I entered home. My sweet boyfriend was calling me, I answered and heard his sexy baritone voice. He was finally back home in Nairobi from his trip, I was basically giggling while he told me about his journey (He is a Pilot, actually a co-pilot) and I was thoroughly into his story.
Our conversation went on for what seemed like hours and hours, I had told him about my leave and by coincidence he had the same time period off too. I wanted to desperately break the monotony of staying at home and spend time with him, then he suggested that we take a trip to Kenya's coast. I loved the idea and jumped on it immediately, though I needed to clear with my folks. I told him I was positive about the idea and we agreed we should do it. A few more minutes of chatting with him and he bade me goodnight.
Armed with great energy I woke up from my bed and hurriedly went downstairs where my dad was keenly watching the news. I excused myself and told him that I would be going to a conference in Mombasa. My dad gave me an assuring look and nodded. That's all I wanted. I immediately texted Prince Charming that I got the green light and went back to my comfortable bed.
I rose early the next morning and started packing a few clothes in my bag, my younger siblings were getting ready for school and I joined them for breakfast. My mum who is naturally inquisitive asked about this last minute conference but I waded her off easily with the fact that I was chosen by the company to attend. Prince Charming hadn't replied to my text and I was getting nervous, I was pulling a fast one under my parents and I didn't want it to backfire. I decided to call him, it was 7am on a glorious Wednesday morning and I was on the phone to get hold of my boyfriend.
After a few rings a groggy voice answered, he was still asleep. I told him that I had gotten the green light and what he told me confirmed why I loved him. He had booked two seats on a flight departing at 11am and he was too sleepy before he could inform me. All my nervousness had disappeared and I was chirping like a morning bird. He told me he would pick me up around 9.30pm and I should be ready by then. Now I could face my parents head-on, this trip was really going to happen.
I decided to finish my packing and get myself ready, I was done by 8am and Prince Charming would be coming in over an hour's time. I decided to kill time watching TV. Whoever scripts Kenya's morning shows seriously needs to be fired, I have never gotten that bored and soon enough I was watching CNN.
Time usually moves fast when you are doing something, on that day I could have sworn that time had stopped all together. After what seemed like the longest wait I have ever done it was half-past nine in the morning. I quietly went and gathered my bag, on the way I met my dad who was getting ready to go to work. He gave me some cash and told me to look out for myself, I took my bag and went to the kitchen and bade my mum goodbye.
My dad left for work and I was about to walk out of the house when my phone rang. Prince Charming was waiting outside, I immediately hurried out of the house and met him. Prince Charming usually picked me up at night and today seeing him early in the morning dressed in his three-quarter pants and white T-shirt, I just wanted to kiss him there and then. I got in the car and we shook hands where he gently pressed mine, I knew he wanted to kiss me too. We drove off heading towards the airport.
We reached JKIA around ten in the morning, as a pilot he had a place he could park his car and we immediately made way to the counter. We got our boarding passes and made through immigration and by half past ten we were boarding the flight to out first trip as a couple. My heart was thumping in my chest unable to believe whether I was dreaming or not I looked at him and he smiled his sweet smile and I could feel relief all over.
We took our seats in the airplane, he had booked window seats. He sat by the window while I sat on the seat next to it. The plane was not that full, for a plane that carried up to 200 passengers, less than 50 were taking this flight. Soon enough we were taxing out of the parking and a few minutes later we were airborne. This flight according to me represented my flight to freedom and I was glad it was happening. Prince Charming got a blanket under the seat, I followed suit and covered myself. In reality we were holding hands under the blanket and I was glad that I was holding onto him.
Less than an hour we were landing in the great city of Mombasa, we disembarked the plane quickly and made our way out of the airport. Prince Charming called up a taxi and we joined the flowing traffic of Mombasa. Prince Charming wanted to take me to a Hotel that was on the Northern Coast, I didn't question as this was my first time ever going to Mombasa.
Half an hour later we made it. The Hotel, Prince Charming chose was a good one. It looked classy and elegant and even had a good section of the beach as private. Well if you consider the fact that 1km of the beach had been cordoned off to this hotel. Prince Charming checked us in, I was rather apprehensive about the idea of two guys checking in together but the staff seemed to know him. We were led to our room by one staff member and it was an ocean-front view room that had great opulence about it. I tipped the staff member and he left and started admiring the room. It had a king-sized bed that looked appealing but I was more interested in the view. I opened the balcony door and let in the hot humid coastal weather, The ocean looked blue as the sky. He stood beside me surveying the beautiful scenery, I looked at him and I thanked him for the holiday. He smiled again and all personal control left me, I kissed him.
We entered the room closing the balcony door, I jumped on him and we resumed kissing. Passion and desire had over-taken us, we were stripping each other and in a matter of seconds we were both stark-naked. I had missed him when he left for two weeks and to show how I missed him, I had his dick in my mouth. He moaned softly while his hands were on my head. I was sucking that glorious dick like it was my oxygen. Fast and furious couldn't have described it.
He carried me to bed and separated my legs, I felt his warm breath on my boy-cunt, his tongue touched base. Sensation after sweet sensation followed, I was in Nirvana. I moaned softly while clutching the bedsheets. He got up from rimming me and started kissing me, we were locked in a passionate french kissing. Our dicks were trapped between our bodies, I terribly missed our love-making during the previous two weeks. He raised my legs, lubed me up and himself, I could feel the cold sensation and pretty soon I felt the all too familiar pressure and with a low popping sound we were united as one.
The one reason why I love to be a bottom is the sensation of been filled by a dick. Prince Charming surely filled me up and I loved it. His slow long strokes were driving me mad with pleasure, I could feel the blood that was rushing in my head. We were tied in a missionary position, my legs had his body in a bind and he sweetly kept up the pressure and pleasure. I could feel he was about to cum, he was furiously kissing me whilst he pumped it into me. I started contracting my anal muscles while he moaned in pleasure, pretty soon he was emptying his seeds in my bowels. I hadn't cummed yet, I wanted to cum while his dick was in my boy-cunt. He started sucking me, I could feel his mouth sucking me sensually, I lost all control. My moaning became short and sharp, I couldn't hold it any longer. I started shooting my cum, volley after volley inside Prince Charming's mouth. I was screaming from the pleasure, Prince Charming gave me one more last suck and he started kissing me.
I could taste my own cum, his limp dick popped out, his cum started oozing out of my cunt. This was Nirvana, we were in the same position kissing. Nobody wanted to let go, I told him how much I loved him. He looked at me tenderly and replied all this trip was for you babe. A tender moment of holding each other followed.
Half an hour of small, tender talk was followed by taking a bath together. We had recovered our energy and the bath became a lustrous affair, we made love again while taking bath and washed each other up. I had been yearning for him for sometime and now I had him I felt content. Two hours after our initial check-in we got of our room to start exploring our holiday place.
I never felt any more free than I felt than on my first day in Mombasa besides my boyfriend.
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