My hands trembled as I flicked the wheel of the lighter in the near darkness of the cave's throat. Flick, flick, flick, the sparks flashed before finally a small tongue of flame licked the dark shaft ahead. The kiss of the lighter was passed to a candle, which helped me see as I zipped shut and hefted my pack.
I walked quickly across the rocky floor, deeper into the gullet of gloom, the candlelight flitting eerily with the motion. Several times I climbed up or down shelves of rock with flowstone draperies and birds nests of dripstone. At the bottom of one such climb, I looked about carefully at the Geigeresque knobby rods of rock and crenulated crevasses before removing my pack and dropping to my belly, dragging myself into a tight lenticular hole.
After a lengthy effort of pulling with weary fingertips, wriggling like a wounded salamander, and pushing with my toes, I flopped out of the narrow tunnel and into a large room. The meager light of my candle did not even touch the walls or ceiling, so I rummaged through my pack and produced several lanterns which I lit and placed strategically around the room.
Where I had entered, black flowstone lapped across the opaque white floor. The icy illusion was furthered by lazy ripples which receded toward the far wall. The walls themselves were covered with white calcite crystals which scintillated like moonlit snow. In turn, like icicles, white flowstone draperies flowed unevenly down the walls from the ribbed, cathedral ceiling which disappeared at it's height in darkness nearly thirty meters above.
I was startled back from my dreamy wonderment by a tap on my shoulder. There she was, just as we had agreed, smiling and laughing at my surprised jump. I, too laughed quietly with a silly grin, and clasped her hands in mine, gazing at her beautiful face in this splendorous place. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, and her full lips still smiled, but she pulled free of my relaxed grasp and stepped back. She pulled her sweater and tee off over her head at once. Her nipples hardened visibly in the chilly cave air, and I felt myself swelling with the need for her. I, too began to disrobe, watching her strip with growing lust. Soon we both stood naked and glistening in the flame lit chamber, and I paused to admire her as she lit more candles from our packs.
Her dark hair swept her back to below her shoulder blades and veiled her lovely face with a playful mystery, falling from a part on the left to conceal much of the right side of her face. Sparkling green eyes and full lips gave her a look of passion in all that she did.
She stood a foot shorter than I, at five foot four inches, and was well sculpted, lithe muscles rippling with her movement beneath her smooth skin. She moved with feline grace, but with a confidence and efficiency no cat could match. Her womanly hips and curvaceous ass belied her narrow waist and flat, exercise sculpted belly. I had yearned for her from the day we met.