Snarling silently in the direction of the door, Leona tried to get out of bed only to get tangled in the mosquito net. She swore quietly. “One second,” she called as she flailed.
Finally escaping the netting, she wrenched the door open, glowering at the tall man.
George raised his eyebrows. “Your hair doesn’t care for humidity, I take it?” he asked.
Horrified, Leona’s hands raced to her head, where she could feel that her usually perfect curls had become an enormous, tangled mane. She moaned.
“Breakfast?” George asked brightly, holding up a chipped bowl of beige sludge and a tin cup of dark liquid. “It’s corn porridge. Very filling. And coffee. You’ll need it. No milk, I’m afraid. Hope you like it black.”
Leona’s lower lip trembled.
“I even managed to find you a spoon, though everyone else thought that was ridiculous. But I explained that Americans are prudes and are scared of eating with their hands. The villagers send their condolences.”
Leona looked at him as if he were an alien, her hands still trying to calm her enormous hair.
“Take the food,” George said. “You need to eat. Not even you can survive on self-pity and disdain forever.”
Leona’s stomach was clamoring for food after missing dinner last night and, gingerly, she accepted the bowl and looked around for a place to sit.
“Most people just squat,” George said, sitting himself down on the ground cross-legged.
Closing her eyes briefly, Leona followed suit, cautiously lowering herself to the ground. The corn porridge was relatively flavorless and she ate it quickly, wanting to get the experience over as fast as possible. When it was done, she washed it down with a few gulps of bitter coffee. “Blech,” she said, making a face.
George nodded. “Do you want sugar in it next time?”
“God, yes,” said Leona. “Anything.”
“Your wish is my command,” said George with a wry smile. He clambered to his feet and held out a hand to help Leona up. “Time to get to work.”
“Can I at least brush my teeth and get dressed first?” asked Leona.
George pretended to ponder this. “Oh, well… I suppose,” he said with a smile. Today Leona’s grumpiness seemed to amuse him more than anything.
“So good of you,” Leona grumbled, closing the door behind her.
***
The school they were building was at the end of the village’s one and only street. It was a square, two room affair, destined to hold about fifty children. Its walls were made of homemade cinder blocks that would eventually be covered in a mud – or plaster if they could afford it. The main concern was purchasing the books and writing materials that would go inside.
At the moment, two of the walls were about waist height, while the foundation of the other two was still being dug. George told her that they were hoping that Marco would bring back the glass for much-anticipated windows when he returned from the capital so that they could finish the first of the walls. To Leona’s surprise, it wasn’t just hired laborers building the school – everyone with a spare moment was pitching in. Women came in a steady stream offering water, black coffee, and fried bread to snack on, and children, shrieking with laughter, carried small buckets of dirt or concrete, helping in whatever way they could. Leona, who had planned to sit on a bench and sulk the whole day, felt a pang of guilt to see children happily helping with such exhausting work.
One of the children, a young girl with four braided pigtails and a faded pink dress, came forward and shyly took hold of Leona’s hand. “Do you want to work with us?” she asked, looking up at the New Yorker with an enormous smile. “I like your hair,” she added. “You look like a lion.”
George snorted with laughter and Leona shot him a dirty look. “Thanks…I guess,” she said. She wasn’t used to children. “Uh… what’s your name?”
“Loli,” said the girl, grinning even wider. “What’s yours?”
“Leona.”
Loli giggled and yelled something in a language Leona couldn’t understand to her friends. “Your name is like a lion too!” said Loli.
“I… yeah, I guess it is,” said Leona and she smiled for the first time since her plane had landed.
“Ok. Come on, lion lady,” said a boy in a Superman t-shirt, taking Leona’s other hand and tugging her towards the school. “We’re carrying mud. It’s easy. I can see that you don’t have a lot of muscles, but don’t worry. Even you can do it.”
Leona could hear George laughing as the children led her away.
The day went by much more quickly than Leona thought possible. She spent the whole time with the village children and found that she actually liked their contagious laughter and blunt honesty. The work wasn’t as hard as she’d thought it would be and, early in the day, she discovered an unexpected upside: the opportunity to watch George at work. She often found her attention wandering from the task at hand when she caught sight of him shirtless and glistening under the relentless equatorial sun, his lean muscles rippling as he worked – only to be brought back to the present by the raucous laughter of her young coworkers when she fumbled a bucket.
Unfortunately, by the time he came to get her at the end of the day, he’d put his shirt back on. As he approached, she smiled and straightened, massaging her lower back. She had a smear of dirt on her forehead and he smiled, licking his thumb and gently rubbing it away. Startled by the tender gesture, Leona let him.
“You’re all done for the day, Leona,” he told her when the dirt was gone. “Let’s get you a shower.”
“Already?” Leona was surprised. “Wow, great. And God, yes! I’m covered in grime.”
George nodded, surreptitiously giving her a once over, noting the way sweat made her thin t-shirt cling to her breasts. “This way,” he said, turning back towards her hut. Leona waved goodbye to the kids and followed him.
Once inside her hut, George picked up the empty basin she’d seen the night before and handed it to her. “Take this up to the well and fill it with water. You can shower up there if you want, or bring it back here and shower in private. People are used to public bathing here so it’s really up to you.”
“I need to go get the water?” Leona repeated incredulously. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve just spent all day working like a goddamn farmhand. I am not going to get water.”
“Well, I guess you won’t shower in that case,” George replied, the soft smile he’d had since he came to fetch her at the construction suddenly vanishing.
“What? Are you kidding me? This is outrageous!” Leona shouted, standing nose to nose with him. “Besides,” she waved her arms, “the water will be freezing! I don’t take cold showers. I’m not a Neanderthal!”
“No,” George agreed, his face inches from hers, “you’re a self-centered, spoiled, American brat who has no idea about the real world!” he shouted back.
“At least I’m not a self-righteous, sarcastic asshole!” Leona countered, grabbing hold of his shirt and pulling their bodies flush against each other. “Ever since I got here, you’ve been—mmf!”
She didn’t get to finish because George had kissed her, his hands buried in her tangled hair. Leona’s surprise was quickly swallowed by pleasure as his tongue explored her mouth, his lips soft but insistent. Wrapping one hand in her hair, he pulled her head back, exposing her throat to his warm mouth. As he trailed hot kisses along her jaw, his other hand snaked around her waist and cupped her ass, raising her onto her tiptoes so that he could reach her neck more easily. Leona wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body to his. When his mouth reversed direction and he ran his tongue from her collarbone to her jaw, she moaned out loud.
“Shhh,” he whispered, letting go her hair to cover her mouth with his hand. “These huts aren’t very soundproof.” Then he removed his hand and brought her back into a deep kiss. His strong fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her ass as he kissed her, making her pussy tingle and drip. “God, I’ve wanted to get my
hands on your ass since you got off that plane,” he murmured, his hot breath sending goose bumps along her skin. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Despite being a spoiled brat?” she countered, gasping as he nipped the sensitive skin of her throat.
“Yep,” he replied, lifting her onto his hips and bringing one hand up to cup her breast. His thumb brushed her nipple through the thin fabric of her t-shirt and she gasped again at the sudden sensation. “And that’s saying something,” he finished.
“Asshole,” she muttered, but she smiled as she kissed the muscular column of his throat, her fingers raking through his short curls.
Chuckling, George carried Leona to the bed, briefly letting go of her to tie the mosquito net out of their way. Turning back to her, he made quick work of her outfit, leaving the dirty, sweaty clothes in a pile on the floor. Licking his lips, he knelt between her legs and ran his tongue in a cool, wet line from her breastbone to her pussy, making her moan and clutch at his hair.
Slowly working his way back up to her breasts, he took one in each of his hands, his large palms enclosing them easily, despite their size. Lifting them up one by one, he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to their delicate underside, nipping the skin here and there and making her whimper. Teasing one nipple between his fingers, he licked the other with the flat of his tongue, the rough surface sending a shiver of pleasure through Leona. She arched her back, wanting more, wanting him to take her tits into his mouth. He obliged.
First one and then the other, he sucked and licked her sensitive breasts until her nipples were hard and glistening, and Leona was writhing underneath him. She could feel the pressure mounting behind her clit, even though he was nowhere near her pussy. Rapidly, he flicked one nipple with his tongue, as if it were her clit, while one hand roughly massaged her other breast, his fingers firm on her ample flesh. “Come for me,” he growled and sucked hard on her nipple.
Leona gasped and bucked her hips as pleasure overtook her and she came, surprising herself. She’d never come from someone just playing with her tits before. Keeping his hands on her, George straightened so that he could enjoy the show. He could feel his erection strain against his shorts as he watched her breasts bounce and the smooth planes of her stomach strain as she came, her head thrown back in pleasure.
As her orgasm faded, he flipped her onto her knees, kneeling on the ground behind her and gripping her ass firmly in both hands. Spreading her cheeks, he tenderly licked the juices from her dripping folds. Leona shuddered and moaned at the pressure on her still sensitive pussy. Then, unable to keep himself off her any longer, George buried his face in her ass, licking her pussy, her taint, and the tight circle of her asshole, and sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her.
Leona groaned, biting down on the blankets to keep quiet as she felt his rough, wet tongue work its way along her most sensitive skin, exploring every dip and fold of her pussy and fluttering rapidly against her anus, setting the nerves on fire. She grabbed frantically at the sheets as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her. Almost of their own accord, her hips thrust against his mouth, desperate for penetration.
Still licking her ass, George obliged, sliding two long fingers deep into her eager pussy. Greedily, her body pumped along their length even as he thrust them deeper into her. Leona groaned at the feeling of his knuckles rubbing her g-spot over and over again. Without warning, George slapped her ass and the sensation was too much for her. Her walls tightened around his fingers as, screaming into the blankets, she felt another orgasm build. “Again!” came her muffled shout and George kept slapping her, sitting up so that he could watch his fingers disappear into her as she desperately drove herself against them, her ass jiggling under his hand as her orgasm overtook her.
Finally, George couldn’t take it anymore and, with his free hand, he pulled a condom from his back pocket and stuck it in his mouth as undid his shorts and pushed them to the ground. Tearing open the package, he rolled it onto his throbbing erection, all while Leona’s orgasm raged on. Without warning, he withdrew his fingers and, before she could do more than gasp, sheathed his entire cock deep in her slick, spasming pussy.
“Oh fuck,” she screamed into the blankets as her walls adjusted to the change in size. George groaned at how tight she was, her orgasm making her walls clench around him. Grabbing her ass in both hands again, he pulled her down hard on his dick, and she moaned in response. As her orgasm began to fade, he pumped hard and fast, desperate to get himself off after watching her come. The pressure mounted and he gasped as her pussy massaged the head of his cock, pleasure shuddering through his entire body.
Leona moaned in appreciation. His enormous cock filled her completely and stimulated places that his fingers hadn’t been able to reach. The sound of her ass smacking his toned stomach turned her on and she rocked against him, adding to the force of his already powerful thrusts. As his rhythm grew faster, he leaned forward, one hand grabbing her shoulder to hold her in place as he fucked her, the other reaching around to fondle her breasts, his fingers massaging her sensitive tits and adding to her pleasure.
“Oh God,” Leona gasped, unable to believe it as she felt herself teetering on the brink of a third orgasm. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! God, harder!”
George groaned to hear her swearing and frantically drilled into her, his body slapping against her ass, his balls hitting her clit. Suddenly, Leona screamed again, burying her face in the bed as she came for the third time. The feeling of her pussy clenching around his hypersensitive cock was too much for George and, with a muffled groan, he buried himself as deep in Leona as he could as his orgasm exploded through him.
“Fuck,” Leona whispered, gasping for air.
“I’m pretty sure the whole village heard that,” said George and he smiled at her.
“Stay with me?” she asked softly.
George nodded and tossed away the rest of his clothes, wrapping his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest.
Chapter 3
The next day Leona woke up to the sound of a large car rumbling past her hut, honking as it went. With a groan, she rolled over, reaching for George – only to find herself alone in bed. Frowning, she sat up, scanning the hut for signs of life. No, she was very definitely alone. Feeling put out, Leona got out of bed and, shuddering, pulled on her dirty clothes from the day before. But she still hadn’t showered and these were the only clothes she’d brought that she didn’t mind ruining in the mud.
Splashing her face with a handful of her drinking water, she headed up to the construction site, wondering where on earth George had disappeared to. As she approached the school, she saw that the car she’d heard was actually a mud-splattered jeep, which was now parked by the bags of concrete. Next to it, she was horrified to see, stood Marco, looking crisp and clean in a red polo shirt and dark linen shorts. God, thought Leona, and here I am looking like I’ve just been dragged through a gutter – and smelling like it too, I’m sure. For a moment, all thoughts of George were chased from her mind.
Leona’s steps faltered. Busy talking with some of the villagers, Marco hadn’t spotted her yet. She was caught between the desire to see him and the desire to run and hide. As she watched, something one of the villagers said made Marco laugh and he threw his head back, grinning. Watching him carry on like that, so laid back and carefree when he had made her suffer, filled Leona with rage. She wanted to smack him. Instead, she rolled her shoulders back, lifted her chin, and strode into the work site like a queen, keeping her eyes purposefully fixed on the children who were already at work. So he wanted to humiliate her? Well, he would need to try harder than this!
“Lion lady!” Loli shouted, balancing her bucket on one hip and waving at Leona. “You gonna work with us today?”
“Of course, Loli,” Leona smiled. “What are we doing today? Wait. Don’t tell me — let me guess.”
Loli slapped a hand over her mouth to signify her silence. While she didn’t let anything slip, her gian
t smile snuck out from behind her fingers.
“Are we building the roof?” Leona asked, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
Loli shook her head vigorously and the other children who had gathered around shouted, “No! Guess again!”
“Hmmm,” Leona pretended to think. “What about the windows? Are we putting in the windows today?”
“Noooo!” The children shrieked with laughter.
Leona sighed, faking disappointment. “This is tricky,” she said. “Let me think…”
His attention caught by the children’s shouts, Marco recognized Leona and was shocked to find that she was the source of the children’s glee. He wasn’t sure what was more surprising: the fact that she was playing with the children or the fact that she had left the house looking so filthy. As he approached, he heard Leona say, “I know! I’ve got it!”
The children leaned in expectantly.
“Are we…” she paused for emphasis, “carrying dirt?”
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