Me Tarzan, You Jahne (BWWM)

III

Jahne could already feel the trail of sweat running down her back soon as she stepped off the plane. In an attempt to be comfortable for the long flight from Florida to Cameroon she wore an oversized knit pink sweater, black leggings and her favorite bubblegum pink vapormax. Comfortable enough for a long cold flight but now the soon to be cause of an early death in the African sun.

"Okay Jahne you definitely did not think this one through" Jahne whispered to herself as she peels off the oversized sweater thanking God she wore a black tank top under it.

Now time to find the driver or whoever was supposed to help her navigate and get to her place of residence for the duration of her stay. To be honest she didn't exactly know how this expedition would work. In the evasive itinerary she was sent they said she would be spending the night at a hotel and after that they would leave again for the Cameroon jungle. But the question is where would they stay from there and where would she conduct her research. She had too many questions that needed immediate answers but due to the time difference she didn't have enough time to get them answered after the itinerary was sent to her the night before her flight. The only reason she decided to still go with limited information was because she had worked with this group of scientist before. They were good friends of her parents and she trusted them to not put her in danger.

Rolling the heavy suitcase through the busy airport, she kept an eye out for anyone that looked like they might be waiting for her. She was told they would have a identifying sign with her name on it but she had yet to see anyone.

Maybe they're waiting for me outside. The thought passes as she steps out into the blistering sun and in front of the airport where all the taxis and cars are waiting for passengers. Overlooking the men asking her to let them give her a ride she continues to search for the sign.

All of a sudden the sun isn't blinding her eyesight and there's a shadow looming over her. Looking up she sees a tall, muscular chocolate man standing in front of her. His skin is smooth and buttery like molasses, deep brown low cast eyes that scream I'll fuck you on the ground right here, right now. His nose is broad, cheekbones high and his lips...Chile those lips. Too shocked by his beautiful features she forgets that he completely invaded her space. She's snapped out of her ogling by the wave of his hand. How embarrassing Jahne, she scolds herself. Had it really been that long since she had some dick that she'd eye fucked the first good looking man that came up to her.

"Miss Roberts" The chocolate man repeats in an amused but impatient tone. He must had been trying to get her attention for a while.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. Hello, are you who I'm supposed to meet to take me to my hotel" She asks in pure embarrassment.

"No worries beautiful" He says allowing his face to rest into the most beautiful pearly white smile. Jesus take the wheel. Jahne prayed this man wouldn't be with her long or else that smile and that deep accented voice might have her second guessing her decision to only focus on her research.

"I'm Joseph Ngo and I'll be your guide during your stay in Cameroon" He introduces himself holding his hand out for hers. She lays her hand in his outstretched one which he brings to his lips in a feather light kiss. "It is a pleasure to meet you and welcome to my country".

Jahne nearly melts at the feel of his lips on her hand. "Are all the Cameroonian men charmers like yourself Mr. Ngo" She responds trying to get back some form of dignity and taking her hand out of his.

"Only when they look like you but I hope I can be a reason you don't have to find out Miss. Roberts" He says in that velvety smooth voice. Yeah, this man might be trouble. "Is this your only bag" He asks pointing out the heavy bag that Jahne forgot she was lugging around the airport. She tried to pack as light as possible but with not knowing how long her stay was she didn't want to be without clothing and necessities for too long.