The Watamu Triathlon

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It was 5:45am, when the sky was still dim. I walked on the beach by myself with my scandals off, feeling the grainy sand beneath my feet. Turtle Bay my fianc√©, was at the starting point warming up for the Triathlon.

The Watamu Triathlon is a sports event that's held annually and it always attracts spirited competitors from both local and international. Bay had been training for this moment all year long. In fact, the training made him graceful with a muscled physique of a big cat. Broad shoulders, long muscular legs and a lean, flat tummy. I couldn’t call him handsome, NO! But yummy definitely.

The Triathlon categories usually included:

  1. Olympic Distance: Swim 1.5km, Bike 40km and Run 10km.
  2. Sprint Distance: Swim 750m, Bike 20km and Run 5km. (Both relay and individual)

The Triathlon was set to start at exactly 6am while the ocean tides were still low. The ocean was just too salty for me to handle (Also reminded me of my extra salty cooking) and Bay had a theory to why it was so salty, “The water has urine and cumm of people all over the world.”  He even went further and said, “Sand is made up of a thousand broken shells.” Frankly, I loved his view of life. Bay turned looked at me as I blew him a good luck kiss and the race begun.

Watamu is a magical place with amazing healing powers. When I first came to Watamu, my heart had a wound that made me loose hope of life itself and that’s how I met Bay as I tried to drown myself in the ocean. (He's my hero)

Everyone clapped and cheered on as the competitors moved from one challenge to the other.


Since I was Bay's main distraction, we both agreed I would wait for him at the finish line. To me, he was a drop dead gorgeous with bedroom eyes. I was the luckiest girl in the world to have him even though we are from two different race.
While at the finish line, there was one person  whose face I kept searching for, whose smile I kept hoping for. Bay managed to finish at 5th place.

While at the hotel room….

 “I don’t think it’s right for us to shower alone. It’s hard to get really clean,” Bay said as he took off his robe and tossed it on the bed.

“What?!” My voice echoed against the bathroom walls.

“Well,” he continued, “I get really lonesome in the shower that’s why I need a companion like you to make sure everything gets clean.”

He came close towards the shower curtain, making sure I see outline of his mjulubeng.

“Bay! What are you doing? You might fall on me.”

 I couldn’t help but giggle at his determination. (Lord! He loved acting like a twelve year old)

Wearing a pleasant expression, he took a giant step in to the shower. The water was set at hot (just the way I like it). Burying his hand in my locks and using his grip to hold me still as he drove into my body. My eyes asked for love and his eyes murmured words of love in to mine.

Bay wanted my lips to part around his mjulubeng and the violence of his lust surprised me. I dropped down to my knees and started licking and sucking his mjulubeng while all he could do is thrust and watch. His deep moaning made me intensify the blow as he cursed on. I then progressed to sucking his balls when he was almost cumming and I decided to pull away. This left his mjulubeng dancing with pre-cum dripping, unable to stop the orgasm.

I can’t remember how many rounds, but we stayed in the room the whole day butt naked. Only stopped twice to order room service.

“Guess how much I love you?” Bay asked as we were both sat at the balcony naked.

“Mmmmmh! I can’t guess, I know.”

My eyes followed his outstretched hand and there, above us, rose the great orb of the African moon.

                     Until next time! Bye.

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