"Going Native," part 2

The following morning, Maggie awoke, hung-over.  She flipped in bed and saw Juliana, already awake.  Next to her was Abassi.

“Wakey wakey!  Man you were trashed last night!”

“Damn, don’t remind me.”

“You still making the safari today?”

“Oh shit - what time is it?”

“In about an hour.”

“OK good.  I should be good to go.  Did you decide on your outfit?  Do you still want to coordinate?”

“Um… sorry, love.  I’m going to bail.  Abassi and I want to spend some time together.”

That sobered Maggie up.  “Fine,” she said, curtly.  She was pissed.  This romance was really getting in the way of the plans she and Juliana had come up with.  Maggie stomped off to the closet, threw on the safari outfit she had laid out earlier, and stormed out of the suite.

*****

Maggie sat at the hotel bar, wolfing down a nice, greasy breakfast of eggs, bacon, and buttery toast.  It was just what her hang-over needed.  “Excuse me,” she said, flagging down a waitress.  “Could you get me another glass of orange juice?”  It was her third.

“Cripes, someone loves OJ,” came an Australian-accented voice from down the bar.  

Maggie looked.  The speaker was a blonde of about 25.  He wouldn’t have been out of place on a surfboard, except that, like Maggie, he was wearing a safari outfit (albeit one less garish than Maggie’s).  He beamed, and Maggie was drawn into his blindingly-white smile.

The two began to chat.  This guy’s name was Shawn, and he was actually the safari tour guide Juliana and Maggie had engaged.  Chatting turned quickly to flirting.  Maggie was looking forward to going into the jungle or savannah or whatever with him.  If all went well, maybe she would be the one to sexile Juliana later tonight…

Shawn and Maggie finished their breakfasts and left to load up his Jeep for the safari.

Minutes later, Shawn was driving Maggie down the highway.  “Are you ready to see some rhinos?”  Maggie screamed in delight.  She was finally on the road, finally going to see some cool wildlife, and maybe going to have a fling of her own.  When Shawn put his hand on her thigh, she leaned in.  They made light, flirty small talk for the next several hours, until Shawn spoke up.

“How about I show you where the real cool shit is?  Not the bullshit they usually put tourists on safari through?”

“That sounds awesome!” Maggie replied.

“Time to go off-road then!” he announced as he turned down a dirt path.  

*****

“Shhh - look over there,” Shawn said as he slowed the Jeep down to a crawl after a few hours down the bumpy dirt road.  “Rhinos!  As promised!”  Sure enough, Maggie followed the direction Shawn pointed and, sure enough, there were three behemoths, nonchalantly chewing grass.  Maggie couldn’t believe how close she was to these majestic beasts.  

“Can we get out and pet them?”

“Are you daft?  We have to get ready to floor it in case they charge!”

Maggie laughed at herself.  Shawn was so smart.  And so cute.

They continued driving and passed a group of crude huts.  They appeared fashioned out of mud and straw, with thatch roofs and dirt floors.  “Those will be the Tinerians.  Creepy fuckers if you ask me,” Shawn volunteered.  

As if on cue, someone emerged from one of the huts.  It was a woman, clad only in a loincloth, with long, black dreadlocks.  Even from a moving car, Maggie could see all the metal in her face.  

“Oh my God, Shawn - I saw this woman yesterday at the hotel!”  

“Shit!  What were they doing there?!?  That’s twenty miles from where their normal territory!”

“She walked twenty miles since yesterday??  That’s insane!  She doesn’t even have shoes!”

“Yeah, I know, right!  They’re nomads, I guess.  Mainly, I think they just get their jollies off freaking out the tourists!”  Shawn laughed, gutterally.

“I was so freaked out yesterday, Shawn.  What those people do to their bodies is absolutely disgusting.  The scars and piercings and everything - blecch…”  Maggie gagged.

“Well, I dunno, I think you’d look pretty sexy walking around topless all the time,” Shawn laughed again.

“You bastard!” Maggie feigned indignation and hit Shawn playfully on the arm.  The Jeep swerved slightly.  

“Careful, lady - don’t forget I’m the one keeping you safe out here…”

“How could I forget?  My hero!!!”  

They both laughed.  And when the laughter subsided, Maggie sensed a real moment.  She reached across the seats and put her hand on Shawn’s pants.  Seconds later, she had pulled down his fly and begun to wrestle his penis out.  She started to jerk it.  Shawn grabbed her head and guided it down to his lap.  She unlatched her seatbelt and began to suck Shawn’s cock.  It was average size, about 6 inches.  Maggie looked forward to feeling it inside her later.

Shawn moaned.  Maggie gave good head, at first alternating between slowly licking the shaft and holding the tip in her mouth, then gradually increasing the speed of her cock sucking until she was energetically bouncing on his cock.  Shawn slouched in the seat as the scenery zipped past.  

Sensing that he was close to finishing, and turned on by how slutty she was acting, Maggie increased the suction.  Shawn moaned again.  This was the best blow job he’d ever gotten.  He looked down and smiled at the beautiful, blonde American girl delivering it.  She looked up, they locked eyes for a moment, and Shawn inadvertently steered the Jeep into a gnu that was crossing the street.