**Note**
The following story is set in a fictional native village in Colombia. Although the setting is based off an actual location in Colombia, several geographic details have been fictionalized. The village and tribe featured in this story are also entirely fictional. It is not meant to reflect the customs of any actual tribe, nor the practices of the U.S. Peace Corp. All events and characters are entirely fictional.
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A small charter plane begins its descent onto a narrow airstrip in eastern Colombia. On board, a group of American Peace Corps volunteers. Among them, a 20 year old named Bradly. He is 5 ft. 11'', pale, slightly chubby, and has a small gap between his two front teeth. He has light brown hair, hazel eyes, thick brown eyebrows, a thin goatee and body hair.
Bradly is someone who has had a rough life. Although he had a loving family, he had just two close friends and had never even been friends with a girl. Throughout his school years he was bullied and ridiculed for his appearance, which completely shattered his self esteem. He figured there was something wrong with him, so he never even bothered to pursue girls, as he knew he would be rejected. However, Bradly was a pretty smart guy. At 17, he enrolled in a two year college where he obtained a degree in Sustainable Development. By that time, most of his friends and family members had already married or gotten engaged.
Bradly felt his home town had nothing to offer him aside from loneliness and misery. Eventually, he decided to give up on things at home and join the Peace Corps. He had barely even been out of his home state, and saw the Peace Corps as an opportunity to meet new people and broaden his horizons. He filled out an application, and applied for a U.S. passport. Next thing he knew, he was on a plane heading to a remote corner of South America.
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Bradly peers through the window of a small charter plane. As it descends below the clouds, he sees a blue river and large granite domes surrounded by lush green rainforest. As the plane begins to tilt, he spots the airstrip and a small settlement on the banks of the river. His stomach fills with butterflies in anticipation of what is to come.
The plane roughly touches down on the airstrip, which is nothing more then flattened grass. Just as he thinks they're about to crash into the forest, the plane abruptly stops. Brad and nine other members of his Peace Corps group, including a local translator, walk down a set of makeshift stairs. As he steps onto the grassy tarmac, he is immediately hit with a burst of humid, tropical air. The group waste no time and immediately make their way to the banks of the river, passing through a small and almost deserted fishing settlement. Brad smells the mucky water as he approaches the dark blue river. The black granite domes provide an incredible backdrop to the already surreal location. The young volunteer feels like he's on the set of an Indiana Jones or Jurassic Park film.
His excitement heightens as the group board a small boat and start up river. They soon enter a small tributary and make their way into the jungle. They pass spectacular rock formations as their rusty vessel glides slowly across the water. Eventually, they arrive at the mouth of a smaller tributary. The water here is calm and crystal clear, unlike the main river. This one however, is too narrow for their vessel to navigate, so they dock on a small sand bank, unload their supplies, and continue the rest of their journey on foot. Following a small trail made by local Indians, they hike along the tributary for another three miles, until finally, they hear laughter and voices. The dense jungle suddenly gives way to a small clearing. They have arrived at the village, which is beautifully nestled at the foot a large granite dome. For the next month, this village will be their home.
The village is small, with no more then 50 inhabitants, and the small huts are spread out across a quarter of a mile. They are made of made of sticks, reeds and mud. The villagers are scantly clad, with the men wearing nothing but small penis sheaths, and the women wearing nothing but grass skirts. Some of the women's breasts are covered by their hair and jewelry, while others are fully exposed. Brad has never seen a bare breasted woman before, and starts to feel his cock grown inside his shorts. He has to remind himself that this lifestyle is completely normal for these people, and is nothing to get aroused by. As much as he struggles not to look, he can't help take a few quick peeks. Thankfully, the village girls don't seem to notice.
Over the next few hours the group sets up their camp and gets acquainted with the villagers. The translator tells them just two basic rules, "Don't try to change their customs, and don't go to the Forbidden Mountain."
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Over the next few days, Bradly slowly begins to settle into village life, but the whole experience of eating food salvaged from the jungle and having no modern technology aside medical supplies, clothing and a satellite phone, is a complete culture shock for him. He has never experienced such a lifestyle. In the U.S. these people would be considered poor, primitive savages, but he instead sees a simple people who are happy with the few things they have. As he lays in his hammock at camp one night, he tries to imagine how different things might be for him if he lived the village life. Little did he know, he would soon get an answer to that very question.
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One morning, Brad heads down to the river to gather water for camp. As he bends down to collect the water, out of the corner of his eye he spots movement. He turns around to see a nude Indian girl, bathing herself just a few yards from him.
She has glistening cinnamon skin, and is about 5 ft. 10''. She has long, shinny black hair which runs down the length of her body, covering her breasts, and ending just below her hips. When she crouches, her hair engulfs her entire body, like a soft blanket protecting a delicate angel.
She has an oval shaped face, with thin black eyebrows, medium sized brown eyes, a long narrow nose, and beautiful dark lips. The area between her lip and septum is pierced by two thin reed sticks which form a broad X. Beneath her eyes is an elaborate tattoo printed across her face in black ink. It runs across the center of her nose. From the top of the tattoo, four small black dots decorate the top half of her nose, stopping right where it meets her glistening forehead.
Just below her right shoulder, a red tattoo encircles her forearm. An elaborate design etched in black ink covers the lower half of her arm, starting just below her elbow and ending just above her wrist. Another elaborate design covers much of the outer part of her left forearm. It too is etched in black ink. Just bellow her elbow is a mirror image of the design which covers the lower half of her right arm. Her arms are hairier then those of Western women. Her hands are large and her fingers are long. Her nails are also long, but a bit worn and dirty from years of foraging in the jungle.
Her waste line and hips are broad, and her stomach has a large outie belly button. Right below are dark vaginal lips, protected by a forest of black pubes. Her legs are long and slightly thick and firm from muscle build up, the result of a lifetime of physical activity. Her feet are large and wide, and her toes and nails are long. Like her hands, her feet are fairly worn and dirty from a lifetime of running around barefoot in the jungle.
As she lifts her arms to rinse her hair, the large patches of black fur that cover her armpits are revealed. As she turns around her medium sized, firm butt cheeks are revealed, separated by a long dark line.
Brad can't take is eyes off her as he observes her bathing ritual. He immediately forgets about the task he was sent to do, as he is mesmerized by this exotic beauty. This is the first time Brad has seen a woman in this state. Within seconds, his penis goes from a soft state to a full hard on, nearly tearing a hole through his shorts. He has to adjust it to keep it from snapping, and feels his tip start to drip and stick to his boxers. His dick begins to twitch as it is squeezed between his shorts and stomach. Suddenly, the young woman turns around and sees him, gasping as she is startled by his presence. Bradly quickly covers his eyes and begins to apologize profusely.
"Sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't see anything! I'm just getting water! Sorry!"
He quickly fills his bucket then walks back towards the village not giving her a second glimpse.
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That night, as he lays in his Peace Corps tent he can't stop thinking about what he had seen that morning. As he tries to remember every detail of her naked body, his dick once again becomes hard and begins to twitch. Had his colleagues not been in the tent, he would've pleasured himself right then and there. He had to find out more about this girl. Who was she? Why had he not seen her before?
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For the next few days he does not see the mysterious girl. Then one morning as he is once again heading to the river to collect water, there she is. This time, he catches a brief glimpse of her ass as she puts on her grass skirt. She turns around and this time, looks directly into his eyes. She is just as beautiful as he remembered. At that moment he is tempted to speak to her, but still embarrassed about last time he panics.
"Oh, gosh! I'm sorry!" he calls out. "I'll come back later!"
As he turns around, he feels the strong grip of the girl's hand.
"Nah nah," she murmurs.
Bradly stands there confused.
"Eh, Inee. Inee," the girl says as she gestures at herself.
