River Goddess

I read this story once where a village girl wandered down to the river at the dead of night. She was sleep walking but was fully awake at the same time. With her leso tied around her breasts, she made her way down stream to where she knew the village madman liked to sleep. She got down there, undressed, got into the water and begun to wash herself as she sang. Her sweet voice travelled to his ears and stirred him from his slumber. Who could be singing at this hour? “Nani huyo?” “Ni malaika wako!” She called back. “I can’t reach my back, njoo unisugue.”  He dutifully obliged. Who disobeys angels? He removed his sparse clothing and walked into the stream. He body was half submerged but she was looking away from him so he couldn’t see her face. He reached her and touched her shoulder to let her know he was there. He ran a finger down from her spine to her lower back. She stood still, her breath steady where his was already laboured. Her back was soft and he savored the feeling. How long had it been since he’d touched a woman? Did he care? Why should he when he got to scrub an angel’s back every night? He took sand from the river bed and slowly spread it over her back. It was so fine he knew it would never graze her delicate skin. He wished he could see her face. Was she beautiful? What were her breasts like? They couldn’t be very big or saggy. His angel was ageless, they had to be perky. He continued rubbing her back. Hadn’t they laughed at him when he told them of his angel down at the drinking hut? They thought it a delusion of his madness. Bus she was here, he could feel her under his fingertips. He could never touch his hallucinations. His angel must be beautiful. Just as beautiful as her soft back. He could feel his manhood stirring in the cold water. The motion of the flowing water combined with the feel of his angel always made him this way. He turned away so that he wouldn’t poke her. He was not one to defile an angel. He rinsed the sand off her, bath time was over. He was just about to turn and leave as he always did when she leaned into him and begun to rub her soft bottom on his hardness. He froze! Was it a gift? For his good behavior all these years? Should he grab her and have her right then and there? What would she feel like at the front? Warm and wet, sucking him into her depths, like the women he used to fuck? These thoughts almost drove him crazy! No! He would not take her. She hadn’t told him to. He would take his gift and be grateful. Wasn’t this much more than most men got? His rational train of thought died there as sensation rapidly took over his body. He grabbed her by the shoulders and leaned his head into the crease in her back. She continued to move her ample backside on his stone hard length. He was about to cum. “Malaika…I’m about to…” She giggled. Oh what a sweet laugh. He exploded! On her way back to her hut, the girl laughed to herself thinking how brazen she was. Why had she even been reluctant to come for her turn? It was much more fun teasing Mwenda than it was her boyfriend.  Should she tell the others what she’d done? Maybe not. They might take things further as a challenge. She didn’t want them to spoil her next time. A tingle went through her to settle between her thighs. Next time…afron