Where it happened: Papua New Guinea
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I’d been living in a small town in Papua New Guinea for about two years and hadn’t touched a woman…although I really wanted to very much. Fact is, there weren’t many eligible, suitable or pretty girls around. I went out with a Lutheran missionary’s daughter once, but I’ve been an atheist for as long as I can remember, I’m sure that once was enough for her, just as it was for me. The women that hung around the clubs were all accounted for and they weren’t really my type anyway. Some of the most decent and attractive looking girls in town were the daughters of the wealthy Chinese businessmen. Unfortunately, their fathers, mothers and uncles made certain that no-one got near them.
In those days in Papua New Guinea, it just wasn’t the done thing for a Whitey to have a black girlfriend. Whether they’ll admit it or not, I believe that people in general are pretty racist, even in the 90’s. In the sixties in a small Papua New Guinea town, you could be on the receiving end of a lot of taunts and even physical violence not only from your fellow Whiteys but also from the local men, if you went out with a native girl. I decided to buck that kind of thinking when I met a pretty Papuan accountant who came to enrol for adult education courses.
She had a sparkling personality, the brightest black eyes I’d ever seen and was well-educated. She had just returned from a two-year study tour overseas .
I was teaching some of the adult classes but I made sure she wasn’t in my class, and with the encouragement of a broad-minded adult education supervisor, I decided to ask her out. There weren’t many places to take a girl out to
Papua New Guinea and so, after dinner at the local Chinese restaurant, where could we go but home? What was there to do at home? There was no TV, radio reception was lousy, the electricity supply went off at 11pm and so bed seemed the most likely place for a bit of fun.
I shared the house with another guy but he was out.Our major difficulty was that I only had a government-supplied, aluminium-framed, single bed– hardly big enough for one person, and certainly uncomfortable for two. I don’t remember any special feelings at the time. We fumbled about for quite awhile, neither of us wanting to make the first move to get undressed, although the temperature was a hot, humid but normal 25 degrees celsius. Finally, we did take each other’s clothes off and it was a lot better. When I was ready to enter her, I couldn’t find the right place and she had to help me. It was OK but I don’t remember anything special about it. The girl, who was about my age, must have enjoyed it though because she turned up again the next night and went straight to the bedroom. I followed, and the second, third, fourth and fifth times, all of which took place on that night, were vastly superior to the first time. I remember with great clarity that, despite her London Missionary Society upbringing, she really knew how to throw herself around on that bed without falling on the floor. I remember her firm brown tits with the big nipples. I remember that she didn’t make much noise when we made love and being a bit disappointed about it. I also remember not being able to get on time for work next morning.
Our relationship, highly charged at first, sadly declined into total listlessness and lustlessness over the ensuing five years. I don’t know where that lady is now but at the time I was prepared to suffer all the social consequences just to be able to screw her on a very regular basis.
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