I can not believe that sites like this exist! The things that I see here are illegal in my country and I still don't know if I am more shocked or excited. Until I was introduced to this site I felt like I was the only one that had ever thought about other women in unnatural ways. I have never admitted it to my friends or anyone and I probably never will because people have been brought to trial just based on a rumor. But if I don't tell someone I think I will burst so here I go.
The real story that most of you will be interested in happened over a year ago but I want to tell you what is happening now so you know how I discovered this strange world. Yes, I know it is not strange to you all, but to me this is Mars! A few weeks ago I met an American traveler who was completely lost in my country. I don't mean that he was physically lost, he just did not know how to do anything. It started when he come to a Saturday braai and he did not even have any charcoal. I gave him some but he could not figure out how to light it. He also brought a bunch of nkwazi thinking it was beer. It does say <beer> on the side of it but it is nothing like a lager beer. It is thick and white and has no fizz. Most young people here drink draught beers here but old men and drunkards really like nkwazi beer. since this is not the real story I better finish this part quick. In short he joined us and we gave him real beer and he must have eaten about a kilogramme of meat. He had never had goat before and he had a great time. Over the week we kept in touch, I helped him figure out taxis, buses, where to change money, how much to pay for stuff and so on. I guessed that he was well-to-do because he bought me lunch and even paid for a movie at a theater. But when I comment he just says that it is so cheap compared to home that it really does not matter. But then I go to his place and I know that he is lying. He is renting a place that is bigger than the one I lived in with my family and it has a big pool, not just an insaka but a regular pool that you swim in. There are 3 houses on the property that are supposed to share the pool but none of the others are rented out so it is completely private.
I guess I said all of this so you would understand that it was a unique situation and I did warm up to him over almost 2 weeks before doing anything inappropriate, I will get to the <punchline> faster now. Even though I love the idea of the pool I still had never been in one. Before my third visit to his house I considered buying an actual swimming costume with all of the bright colors, but I was not sure that I would even like it and they are so expensive, so I never got one. No matter, last time I sat beside the pool while he swam and it was fine. This time he was very convincing and I was almost wishing that I had bought that swimming costume, but since I did not, it was obviously not an option. Then he tells me that he he going to get a couple more drinks and when he comes back I have a choice. I can go swimming in my underclothes or he will throw me in fully dressed! Now I am excited to try a pool, but i have to admit that I think I am even more excited to be where I am not supposed to in my underthings. As he leaves he confirms that he is very serious and I have less than 2 minutes to make my choice. I change my mind 100 times in the next 30 seconds. No I'm not doing it. Maybe I'll let him throw me in in my clothes? No, I will need to hang my clothes to dry and I have nothing else to wear. Maybe I should go in wearing my underclothes? No, I can't! Oh no, this is my best bra, will the water wreck it? Wait, why am I always wearing my best bra when I see him? Do I like him?
I hear him call out <I hope you decided or I will decide for you>. Ultimately it is the concern for my best bra that makes up my mind, I'm a little worried that being in the water while wearing it will wreck it. Lose the bra, keep the shirt! More coverage and I save the bra, perfect. I consider doing the same to save my matching panties but I am wearing a skirt and I can't bear to take them off without feeling too exposed. I whip off my skirt just as he rounds the corner and already I feel like I made the wrong choice. I am standing there in my green tank top and bright orange panties with my skirt at my feet and my bra on the chair beside me. Even though I was fully covered I have never felt so naked. The top was fine, at least it was until I hit the cold water. But the bottoms, despise being a nice bright orange that was similar to what I saw earlier when I was shopping for swimwear, did not look at all like they belonged in a pool. The material felt too thin against my skin and the lacy part which felt sexy when it was safely hidden beneath my skirt now made me feel very exposed.
He congratulates me on my choice as he puts the drinks down on the poolside table. He does not even acknowledge how crazy this situation is. In fact he makes it more crazy by stripping down to his underwear and takes a running jump head first into the pool. When he surfaces he confirms that he would have thrown me in, but now he will give me a minute. It takes me a while but eventually I get all the way up to my neck. I get nervous when he is near me but mostly because I feel unstable in the water. I think he interpreted this wrong and kept his distance. Perhaps if he would have just come and stabilized me our pool episode might have ended quite differently.
Now the short walk over to the house was very exciting to me and it was that confession that ultimately led to the discovery of this website. My shirt that felt like it was suitable coverage before I got in the water was now very clingy and did absolutely nothing to mask my cold nipples. And my panties, which never felt adequate were much worse when wet. It all felt even more taboo when I tiptoed across the hot bricks to get to the house while holding my bra and skirt in my hand. I felt safer in the house. Even though the gate man could not see the pool from his post, there was probably a gardener about somewhere. Logically I know house staff would never report anything but it all felt dangerous to me at the time.
I am sorry that I have written so much and did not even finish. I need to do this for myself, just to feel ok about some of the things that I have done and it helps to tell people that do not think it is so sinful. I imagined this intro being one paragraph. But I did not even get to the part where I learned of this site. I will have internet again tomorrow so I will find a quick way to end this portion of the story and I will tell the story that you want to hear another day. I will say thank you in advance for the people here that made me feel normal and to the Mzungu who will read this message the moment after I finish it.