Rotherhithe Rendezvous
"Boat captain Folashade offers private Thames tours from Rotherhithe—but the thick Kenyan diplomat who books an exclusive sunset cruise wants more than just the view."
The booking was specific: sunset cruise, private cabin, absolute discretion.
When Ambassador Wanjiku Kamau stepped aboard, Folashade understood why.
The Kenyan diplomat was thick, gorgeous, and clearly escaping something.
"No questions," Wanjiku said. "Just sail. Please."
"As you wish, Ambassador."
They sailed past Tower Bridge as the sun painted London gold.
In the cabin, Wanjiku drank champagne and slowly relaxed.
"My marriage is political," she finally said. "Arranged. Loveless."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I've accepted it." Those dark eyes found Folashade's. "But sometimes I need to feel... free."
"What does freedom feel like?"
"I'm hoping you'll show me."
Folashade anchored in a quiet stretch of the Thames.
The city was distant now. Just them and the water and the fading light.
"I've never been with a woman," Wanjiku admitted. "But I've wondered. Especially with curves like mine."
"What have you wondered?"
"What it would feel like. To be touched by someone who appreciates..."
"Every inch?"
"Yes."
Folashade kissed her as London's lights flickered on.
Slow. Soft. The way a diplomat deserved—careful negotiation before full commitment.
"Is this okay?"
"More than okay."
She undressed Wanjiku reverently. The thick body was magnificent—wide hips, full breasts, belly soft and inviting.
"You're beautiful," Folashade whispered.
"Make me believe it."
On the cabin's narrow bed, Folashade showed her everything.
How a woman's touch could be gentle. How lips could worship curves. How fingers could find places that politics never reached.
"Oh—Folashade—"
"Let go. There's no one to hear but the river."
Wanjiku let go. Completely.
They sailed until midnight, learning each other as the Thames carried them.
"This never happened," Wanjiku said as they docked.
"Of course."
"But it will happen again. If you're willing."
"Same boat. Different sunset. Just book the cruise."
The Ambassador became Folashade's most regular client.
Official logs showed private tours. Reality showed something much more.
"To diplomatic immunity," Wanjiku toasted one night.
"To freedom on the water," Folashade agreed.
Some arrangements, they learned, were worth keeping secret.