A Sneak Peek.

The following day, they arrived in Mombasa for three days, with Micky and Tommy – in uniform – going ashore midmorning of the second day. Mombasa – which was Kenya’s second-largest city, after the capital Nairobi – was a busy trading port, with a colourful and lively population who were a mix of African, Indian, and Arabic cultures. They were all very friendly, with most speaking some sort of English, a complete contrast to the horrors of Apartheid they’d seen in South Africa.

As they walked through the market, buying the usual postcards and talking to everyone, Micky and Tommy spied two, very white, pretty, blonde girls, wearing short summer dresses and flip flops generating lots of attention.  As they got close, Tommy started a conversation with his most innocent smile.
‘Hello girls, you kind of look out of place with your pretty blue eyes and blonde hair. I’m Tommy and this is Micky. Who are you?’
‘She is Erica, and I am Elena,’ said Elena.
‘I detect an accent,’ smiled Micky, ‘where are you from?’
‘We are Swedish; our parents are with the Swedish trade delegation,’ explained Erica. ‘And you are in the Royal Navy, ja? We saw the ship come in yesterday afternoon.’
‘We are,’ said Micky, before adding smoothly, ‘There’s a bar just up the road – would you like to join us for a drink?’
The two girls looked at each other, as if gaining approval, and then Elena said, ‘OK.’
When they got to the bar, the two girls said they would both like a Tom Collins and then excused themselves to go to the bathroom. So, Micky and Tommy stood at the bar and ordered drinks with Tommy getting all excited over the prospect of some female fun. ‘I think we’re onto a winner here, mate!’ he exclaimed.
‘I’m not sure,’ said Micky. ‘As fuckable as they look, I think we’re missing something, so let’s just take it steady. It’s better to be safe than sorry especially after the shit I’ve just been through.’
‘You’re just being way too fucking sensible,’ sighed Tommy.
‘I think they’re a lot younger than they look,’ Micky explained.
Just then, the girls returned, and Micky asked, ‘When do you girls go back to school then?’
‘Oh, we have finished school and are at university, ja,’ said Erica, ‘we’re just on a break at the end of the first term.’
‘What are you studying?’ asked Tommy.
‘We both are studying geology,’ said Erica.
‘Here in Mombasa?’ asked Micky.
‘Nej, back in Stockholm, Sweden,’ answered Elena.
‘So, I guess you have to be eighteen or nineteen to start university?’ Micky checked.
‘Ja – also to have fun with boys,’ said Elena, as they both started to giggle.
‘Would you like to have fun with us?’ asked Tommy.
The girls continued looking at each other and giggling, and then Erica looked straight at Micky and said, ‘Would you like to come back to where we are staying? We have a lovely pool and won’t be disturbed.’
An hour or so later, Micky and Tommy found themselves in a very nice house belonging to the Swedish Embassy. They were swimming around in the pool with borrowed swim shorts and a bottle of wine, watching the two gorgeous young ladies also swim around, though they just had bikini bottoms on; they had discarded the tops after about half an hour. The pool had natural shade from trees all down one side, and in this shade – with the water just above her waist – Erica and Micky were having some fun. Erica had her back to Micky and was leaning into him, while he was cupping her left breast and running his thumb over her hard nipple. His other hand was in the waistband of her bikini bottoms, his finger parting her lips and moving up and down – catching her clitoris and causing her to shudder occasionally and emit quiet moans. After a while, she started telling him to go faster, followed by her calling out quite loudly, ‘Ja, ja, snälla sluta intejag kommer när som helst!’ Other than, ‘Yes,’ Micky had no idea what Erica had said, but from the way her body was shaking and her face turning red, he assumed it was something to do with the orgasms he was producing. After a few moments, Erica turned to face him, put her, hand into his swim shorts and onto his erection, then… the quiet stillness erupted.
‘WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? WHO ARE YOU TWO AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER? ELENA, ERICA, WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES? GET DRESSED NOW! AND YOU TWO – GET OUT OF THE POOL IMMEDIATELY!’
Initially, Micky couldn’t see what state Tommy was in, but he slowly emerged from the shadows a short distance away from Elena, with both of them looking very sheepish – although Tommy certainly had a smile on his face.
The shouting man then said, ‘Inuti nu och vänta på mig!’ to the girls, who disappeared into the house, leaving Micky and Tommy standing in front of him. He was not happy.
‘What is your captain’s name?’ he demanded. ‘I intend to call him, ja, and tell him that two of his sailors are swimming naked in the embassy pool with two underage girls!’
Thinking quickly, Micky said, ‘Whoa, slow down there! What do you mean, underage? We asked the girls’ ages specifically in conversation and were assured that they were at the end of their first year at university in Stockholm, which would make them eighteen or nineteen. And, you have to admit, they do not look as young as you’re suggesting. Both of us are British and gentlemen, and we assure you that had we had known of their ages, we would not be here – and we would appreciate it if you would accept our apologies for the error, as no harm has been done, and not contact the ship. After all, it takes two to tango.’
‘Yes sir, we are sorry if we caused any offence,’ added Tommy, not sounding the least bit sincere.
‘Wait here!’ the man said, sounding disappointed. He then called out to the girls and had a conversation with them that neither Micky nor Tommy could understand. He returned after a few minutes, along with the girls, and said, ‘It appears you were misled about their ages and other things, and – as you say – no harm has been done, so we apologise and are willing to let the matter drop. The girls are going to wait for you to change and then they will see you out, OK?’
‘Thank you, sir, we appreciate that,’ said Micky.
‘Yes, thank you,’ replied Tommy, full of disappointment and with even less sincerity than before.
The girls waited for them to change before silently escorting them out of the gate. Then, as they turned to go back in, Erica quickly grabbed Micky and kissed him on the lips, saying, ‘Tack, det var fantastiskt!’ before closing the gate on them.  As soon as they were gone, both Micky and Tommy burst out laughing.
‘Fuck, man – that was close,’ said Tommy. ‘Another couple of minutes and he would have seen my black arse bumping his daughter,’ he added, causing even more laughter. ‘But hey, Micky, well done, talk about quick thinking and fast talking.’
They made their way back to the ship with lots of banter and ‘what ifs’ between them, and as they got to the top of the gangway, Lt. James was there, saying, ‘You two look happy; I hope you’ve avoided foreign embassies and the trouble they bring,’
which caused them to look at each other, burst out laughing, and Micky to say, ‘We’ve been really good at avoiding trouble, sir.’