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Agi and me.

Chapter One

I don’t know what it was that woke me, but I could tell from the light streaming in to the tent, that it was daytime. There was noise coming from other campers going about their day, but what actually woke me was the feeling of my girlfriend Agi, pressing herself against my naked back. Her warm, silky smooth body was rubbing against me, her big firm, boobs and her hard nipples pressed in to my back. Her hairless crotch rubbed slowly and firmly over the cheeks of my bum.

Agi whispered in to my ear as she kissed and nibbled my neck. ‘Are you awake bebby?’

Agiyela Mtumbele is Sudanese by birth, but despite being brought up and living in London for most of her twenty-three years, her English is heavily accented. The woman cuddling up to me, has the darkest skin I have ever seen. She is like a taller, darker and much prettier version of Grace Jones. She is almost completely hairless, the only hair she has is on her eyelids, eyebrows and head. Even there, it is very short. Someone had unkindly, but accurately, described it as looking like velcro.

Agi is five feet, nine inches tall, five inches taller than me. She also has bigger boobs than me, 36D as opposed to my modest, 34B. She is a top fashion model, and despite the unusually big boobs (fashion designers seem to prefer stick-thin models, something to do with the way the clothes hang) Agi, is in high demand at the fashion houses of Paris, New York and Rome. She also commands a high fee.

Most people, including me, had a hard time pronouncing her name, and so, she became known on the catwalk as ‘Bailey’. And catwalk was right, she moves with a feline grace and poise, like a black panther.

What she sees in me, frumpy, thirty-four year old, Pamela Wilkins, I’m not sure. It’s not that I think that I am unattractive, I don’t, but I am not in the same league as the women Agi mixes with. She could have her choice of stunning, young, gay women. As to my looks, quite a few people have likened me to the singer Kate Bush. I always say that I don’t see it myself, but in all honesty, from some angles, there is a striking similarity.

Her arm slid around me and began to caress me. Long, sensuous fingers moved over my boobs and toyed with my hardening nipples. She nibbled my ear and said, ‘I’m horny Bobby, I need to fuck.’ In spite of her suave and sophisticated outward appearance, Agi, was quite direct, to the point of being crude.

To underline her need, she thrust her crotch hard against my arse and drove her hand down between my legs. I parted my thighs to allow her to penetrate me with her fingers, her thumb rubbing my erect clit in deliciously slow circles.

I murmured, ‘Mmm, that feels nice Agi.’

I managed, rather awkwardly, to turn to face her, in the cramped double sleeping bag.

She kissed me, lightly on the mouth, then more passionately, as she parted my legs with one of hers. Her thigh thrust upwards to press against my pussy and she began to rub it. I felt her wetness against my own leg and we began to slowly hump each other. Agi rolled over on top of me, pressing down with her crotch, kissing me passionately and breathing hard in my ear.

‘Oh bebby, oh bebby.’

Her long, slim body moved over me, grinding and rubbing her pussy against my thigh. My own pussy was being massaged by her leg, sending waves of pleasure through my writhing body.

‘I’m going to cum bebby, Uhhh I’m going to cum.’ Her voice was rising, and her moans were getting louder. Her thrusting became more forceful and her breathing was rasping close to my ear.

‘Oh yes bebby, yes. I’m cumming…uhh…cumming bebby.’

Having made love with Agi, pretty much daily for the whole four months of our relationship, I knew that her orgasms were not a quiet affair, nor were they a one off.

Agi had the enviable ability to enjoy multiple, intense orgasms. Each one, she assured me, was as glorious as the other. Her moans and squeals of pleasure and excitement began to rise as her first climax started to overwhelm her. I pulled her head down in to my neck so that her cries were muffled in my hair. Even so, her screams were rather loud, and I was sure that anyone outside, within a few metres of our huge family-sized tent, would hear her wails of rapture.

‘Cumming bebby…uhhh…cumming beb…uhhh.’

Her body, bathed in sweat, shook from her beautiful head all the way down to her painted toes, her crotch slamming aggressively into my leg as the last waves of her orgasm swept through her. Agi kept on moving over me, mainly to achieve another orgasm, but also, generously, because she knew I had yet to climax. I raised my hips further, lifting my crotch to meet her pumping thigh. The sensation was wonderful, my bulging clitoris being instantly rubbed and squeezed by her silky smooth skin. I had to stifle a moan of my own. The growing tingles of my approaching orgasm started to ripple up from my groin and spread through my belly. The sensations grew rapidly and I felt my body start canlı bahis to tremble. Agi knew that I was cumming.

‘Cum for me bebby, cum for me.’ I did.

My climax ripped through me like a tidal wave of ecstasy. My back arched upwards as I forced my cunt onto Agi’s sliding thigh.

‘Uhhh…uhhh…I’m cumming…uhhhhh…I’m…UHHHHH.’

I collapsed down, Agi’s slight weight on me having little effect, with my legs still quivering from the after shocks undulating through me.

Agi was covered in sweat, as was I, and her body continued to glide over me as she slipped fully between my spread legs. Now her pussy was rubbing directly over mine, and the friction became too much for me now. Unlike Agi, once I had cum, my clit was too sensitive for any further contact, and I jerked with the sharp prickly sensation. I got both hands on her sweaty, slippery arse, and pulled her up me. I took the opportunity to slip a finger up her tight arsehole, she whimpered and gasped as my finger slid deeper into her arse.

She continued to kiss me passionately as she ground her cunt on my stomach. Agi was panting and making long, deep sighing sounds, as she raised herself up on her hands. We locked eyes, her stare was fixed on me as she chased her second orgasm. I raised my head and sucked on her large dark nipples. I filled my mouth with her hard stiff buds and flicked my tongue over them.

Agi’s eyes rolled and she bit her lip, the combined sensations coming from her nipples, clitoris and arsehole were sending her into a convulsion of orgasmic bliss. Her body shook, more violently than before and she let out a shriek that must have been heard all the way over to the restaurant. Then it was over, she collapsed and lay gasping and trembling on top of me.

I extracted my finger from her bum and caressed her, stroking her back and kissing her neck.

‘Oh bebby, that was so wonderful. I have not cum like that for a long time. You are so good for me.’ Perhaps, now I had a clue as to what she saw in me, dowdy Pamela Wilkins. I made her cum with a rare intensity. And possibly her high libido (she is always horny) matched mine, (I am always horny)

I eased her off me and watched her smile spread across her face. She kissed me gently. I said,’ We should head for the showers.’

‘OK bebby.’ With surprising ease and agility, Agi was up and out of the sleeping bag, and gathering up her stuff for the showers. Because this was a luxury tent, we were not sleeping on the floor. Instead, we had a double camp bed that was more like the divan I had at home. The only reason we did not have a king size bed and mattress in the tent was because it would not fit in Agi’s Range Rover. To be honest, I was surprised that she even agreed to come camping with me in the first place, it was clearly not her style. But I had told her that it was something I liked doing with my parents growing up and so, Agi had agreed to give it a try. But this wasn’t strictly camping, it was glamping. Agi would only go so far.

Now, we both scrabbled to get our shower gear together. I put on my pink and grey M&S velour dressing gown and grabbed my toiletry bag. I looked over to Agi, who was now standing by the zip opening wearing a glamorous, pure silk kimono style Ralph Lauren gown. Her diamanté clutch bag was tucked under her arm, her hand was on her hip and her long, slender leg extended, seductively from her black and yellow gown. She looked every inch like a Grecian goddess. Even the pink Louis Vuitton towel draped over her shoulder, made her look statuesque. I was surprised she didn’t have a pair of Gucci sunglasses perched on her head.

‘I’m ready.’ She announced as she undid the zip of the first compartment and strode in to the outer part of the tent where normal people kept the cooking equipment. Not here though, not in Agi’s villa of a tent. It was full of racks of designer clothes, the tools of her trade. Agi had agreed to spend some nights with me “under canvas” She was not prepared however, to rough it! The campsite was a five-star site, with restaurants and cafes and a shower block, fit for a queen.

We both headed for the shower block, all of twenty metres away, with Agi, now very much in her “Bailey” persona, sashaying gracefully along the path. I hurried along beside her, with her long legs, her stride kept me almost at a trot. We were a contrasting couple. Me, the short frumpish little woman, shambling along beside the tall, elegant, debonair fashion model.

Even the short walk to the showers, brought stares and comments from passers-by. Several times I heard things like, ‘She looks like that Bailey’.

‘Isn’t that Bailey?’

‘Nah, that can’t be her, what would she be doing here?’

This was our first morning here at the Devon campsite and I expected more of this in the days to follow. I didn’t resent having to share her with the public, she was a celebrity before we met, and I knew what I was getting in to.

I glanced back at our tent, but tent, didn’t do the structure justice. bahis siteleri It was more like a marquee. Agi had arranged for it to be erected by professionals, the day before we arrived. It turns out that this so-called tent, was worth more than my car! Agi’s new silver Range Rover was parked next to it. That car could tell a tale or two, considering the number of times we had fucked in it. The blacked out windows were a real boon.

Now, we had reached the shower block. It wasn’t the basic breeze block and concrete eyesore most campsites had. This one was yellow brick on the outside and marble on the inside. The whole stylish decor shouted money and class. A few heads turned as we, or rather Agi, walked in. She turned full circle so that everyone was certain of who she was. She smiled at me, and opened a door to one of the shower stalls. Rather than entering and closing the door behind her before disrobing, Agi slipped off her gown and exposed her perfect naked body for all to see. Towel and toiletry bag in hand, she slowly and gracefully, entered the stall and closed the door. I stood there like a lemon, feeling somewhat abandoned and sidelined. Not one of the four women there seemed to notice me.

I had to deal with the feeling of rejection building inside me. However, I could rationalise the situation by reminding myself that although Agi, or rather Bailey, was internationally known to be gay, I was not. She had considerately, distanced herself from me, to maintain my privacy. I was free to go about my life without the world knowing that I liked women. Over the sixteen weeks we had been together, we had rarely been seen out in public, and almost certainly never photographed by the paparazzi. My own situation at my place of work, was that my colleagues knew that I was gay, but it was never an issue. In this day and age, it thankfully, does not carry the social stigma that it used to. In fact, lesbianism seems to quite the fashion for some women. But Agi knew that once we had been photographed together by the reporters, my secret would be global news. I could see the headlines, “Who is Bailey’s new squeeze?” And, “Bailey has a new g/f, who is she?” I didn’t think that I was up to that level of intrusion and scrutiny. Not yet!

It made me think back to the day I first met Agi. I had been happily cycling along in Camden north London, when a chauffeur driven limo clipped my back wheel and sent me tumbling to the ground. The driver got out and helped me up. I wasn’t hurt, but had some scuffs on my hands.

To my surprise, the passenger door opened and out stepped this gorgeous black woman. Tall and exquisitely dressed in a dark blue business suit. Her silver stiletto Christian Louboutin shoes only added to her height. She was strikingly beautiful. Shamefully, I initially thought of an alien from Star Wars. Her skin was so dark, and her cheek bones were so high and defined. Her eyes were made up in purple eye shadow, which matched her glossy lipstick. She came over to me and as she approached, a genuine look of concern on her lovely face, I suddenly recognised her. I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was the fashion model, Bailey!

She quickly took charge and said to the flustered chauffeur, ‘It’s OK Richard, I’ll deal with this’.

Richard resisted half-heartedly, but got back in to the huge black car.

‘Oh my gosh, are you alright, are you hurt?’

I was lost for words, not just because of the close shave collision with the limo, but because of the woman standing next to me, gently holding my arm.

I couldn’t believe that this was really the beautiful, wonderful Bailey, the woman who graced so many covers of Vogue and Cosmopolitan. She was also the subject of many of my masturbatory fantasies.

‘Are you OK? That stupid man could have killed you.’ I appreciated her concern, but it was a little OTT.

Poor Richard had looked distraught, but no real harm had been done.

‘I’m OK, really. Just my hand’s a bit grazed and my back wheel is a little bent. But it’s rideable.’

My eyes flicked down and then lingered, way too long, on her cleavage that was clearly on display. The sight of her magnificent boobs and the glimpse of a bright red bra, made it difficult for me to look away. I’m sure that she noticed. When I finally looked up in to her lovely face, she was smiling, knowingly. I think I gave myself away, right there and then.

She patted my arm and said, ‘Come and get in the car, there’s a first-aid kit.’

I tried to say no, but she was adamant and escorted me to the limo.

Put- upon Richard was tasked with looking after my bike.

I was ushered in to the palatial limousine, it felt bigger inside than my kitchen! I sat down on the soft leather seats and then I noticed the dirty patches on the knees of my leggings. Agi sat beside me and held my hand examining the small cut. I suddenly felt a like a giddy schoolgirl meeting her boyband favourite. The sexiest woman in the world, at least to me, was holding my hand and sitting close enough for bahis şirketleri our thighs to touch. She leant forward to the walnut cabinet in front of us, and withdrew a small first-aid kit from the lower drawer. She put antiseptic on my hand and then a large plaster to cover it. She looked intently in my eyes. ‘There, I think that should be OK, I’m so sorry, this happened.’

Over my shoulder, out the back window, I saw Richard carrying my bike and putting it in the huge boot of the limo.

I was confused. ‘Wait, what’s he doing?’

Agi patted my thigh, well, rubbed it really. ‘At least I can take you home…?’

The way her words hung in the air, she was clearly asking my name.

‘Er, Pam, Pamela Wilkins.’

‘Well Pamela Wilkins, tell Richard where you live and we’ll take you home.’

I protested, but sitting here with the ravishing Bailey, in her huge limo, the feel of her warm thigh against mine, her deep cleavage and the intoxicating smell of her perfume, easily persuaded me to agree.

‘OK’ I gave Richard, who was now back behind the wheel, my address.

He was so apologetic, I felt so sorry for him. As we moved off, Agi noticed the marks on my knees. ‘Oh, you’ve ruined your leggings. I must pay for them and your bike, of course.’ This prompted Agi to run her hand over my knee and along my leg. The feel of her hand on my thigh and the closeness of her body, almost made me wet myself.

I stuttered and I’m sure that I blushed, a feeling of arousal beginning in my crotch. ‘Oh no, that’s not necessary Bailey…’

‘Oh you know who I am. I’m flattered.’

I stammered again. ‘Of course I know who you are. Who doesn’t know the beautiful Bailey?’

She smiled broadly, a dazzling white smile against ebony black skin.

‘Oh, you are very sweet Pamela.’ As she said this, her hand tightened on my thigh and moved up towards my crotch. I found myself staring at her cleavage again, and I shamelessly parted my legs. I didn’t think for a second that she was going to start fingering me right there in the back of her car, especially with Richard present. But I couldn’t help myself, my legs opened reflexively, sending an unconscious signal of availability.

‘So Pamela, you know what I do, what do you do?’

I was still feeling hot and bothered, and I was sure that I had wet myself a little and that there was a dark patch on the crotch of my leggings.

Agi leaned back in her seat.

Richard called from the front, ‘Seat belts please ladies.’

Agi moved across me. ‘Let me do it, these belts are a bit tricky.’

She stretched her whole body over mine, her tits pressed against me, her face was so close to mine, I could feel her warm breath on my skin. She seemed to take a long time releasing the belt and pulling it across my chest.

My level of arousal shot up and I had to fight against the enormous temptation to grab her and kiss her. She sat back and buckled my belt, and after she did it, she ran her hand under the strap in order to straighten it. In doing so, she slowly and deliberately brushed her hand across my boobs.

I was only wearing a thin sweatshirt and my nipples were already hardened, and I felt her hand brush over them. If this flirtatious teasing was designed to excite me, it had worked. I was in urgent, serious need of a fuck.

She said nothing as she clicked her own belt in to place. I was left sitting there in a state of heightened sexual desire. The tingling itch between my legs was becoming uncomfortable.

‘So, Pamela Wilkins, what do you do?’

‘Er, what? Oh yes. I…’

I hesitated, as I always do when I’m asked my profession.

‘I work for the council.’

Agi smiled. ‘And what do you do for the council, Pamela?’

She seemed genuinely interested, rather than just being polite.

‘I’m a traffic warden.’

Agi’s smile faded just a little, and I’m sure that I heard some muttering from Richard up front.

Her hand was on the seat beside her, but now her fingers were stroking my thigh.

She laughed and smiled. She leaned in, to whisper in my ear.

‘Oh, how wonderful Pamela, I like a woman in uniform.’ She giggled like a schoolgirl. Even though I had heard that comment many times before, I think that I fell in love with her just a little more.

Her hand nudged harder against my leg. My nipples were sticking out through the thin material of my bra and sweatshirt, more noticeably than ever. It was getting harder to control the carnal urges rising within me.

I was thinking about asking Agi to open a window, to help me cool off, when suddenly, Richard announced, ‘Is this your residence madam?’ I was so wrapped up in the lustful sexual chemistry between me and Agi, that I hadn’t noticed that we were near my flat.

Richard pulled up at the kerb outside the three story block where I had a poky one-bedroom flat. He got out leaving us alone.

My bike was quickly unloaded from the boot and placed by the wall.

Both Agi and I freed ourselves fro our seat belts.

Before I could escape the awkward situation I found myself in, Agi took my arm and said, ‘Give me your number Pamela and I’ll arrange to have your bike replaced. It’s the least I can do.’

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