You and I have been lovers for quite some time. Our meetings, always eagerly anticipated by us both, have allowed us sensual and sexual pleasures beyond any that we'd previously dreamed. Never in our lives had we met someone so exciting, so erotic, and so full of imagination for exploring one another's bodies in the endless search for pleasure.
I had recently moved, and you were to be bringing some things over to my new apartment. You were given a key, and an address, but had not yet been over to my new place. All the way over, driving to my house, your mind drifted back to the many sexual episodes we shared, and you wondered what magic this new apartment would bring: Would it have a balcony? Somewhere to make love on in the moonlight, possibly in view of neighbors houses? Would there be a hot tub on the back porch? A large shower enclosure big enough for two adults to move around in? And where would the bedroom window be located — just above a garden of fragrant plants and flowers, filling the air in the bedroom with exotic scents? You felt yourself getting more than a little excited as you parked on the street outside my apartment building and walked up the stairs to the door.
Your first thought upon opening up the door is that you must have the wrong apartment; the living room is completely devoid of furniture and not a box or bag litters the floor. You double-check the door and the apartment number is correct, and the key did open it… but wait? There on the floor in the middle of the living room; a box with a small stuffed-toy gorilla on it, holding a card with your name…
You close the door, locking it behind you, and cross to the middle of the room. Reaching the box, you kneel down and pick up the gorilla and his card. The gorilla has a small, happy face, and a furry body, and you can't resist giving him a hug as you open the card. The handwriting is mine, and inside is simply a piece of paper, with the following inscription:
"Come and meet me in the jungle…"
You put the gorilla down, and pick up the box. It is a clothing box, like you'd find at a department store and bound simply with a ribbon. Opening it up, and peeling aside the tissue within, you suddenly feel your breath leave you, and your legs grow weak… inside, is a simple bikini: made from a soft, yet crude cloth; unhemmed, just cut out of material. A bottom and top; soft, delightfully sexy, and quite small. You look around the room; it's large, even larger with no furniture, and the naked feeling of the room is already insinuating it's way into you. You drop your purse to the floor, and then slowly undress, unbuttoning your blouse and dropping it to the floor, you unhook your bra, and allow your nude breasts to push it away from you, then shrugging, allow it to fall off your body. You unzip your skirt at the side, and drop it to the floor, stepping out of it and your shoes at the same time, then pulling your panties over your hips, you lower then slowly to the ground and step out of them, completely nude. Your nipples are already erect and inflamed, your pussy lips beginning to moisten as you pick up the bikini I left for you.
You study the top for several moments before deciding how to put it on; you think that I must not have paid much attention as I was cutting it out, but then, tying it on behind your neck and in back, you realize that I meant the front to be so small, in fact, the triangles of cloth in front, barely cover your nipples, and most of your breasts are bare. You catch yourself panting again as you realize how naked your tits still are, then, forcing yourself to remain calm, pick up the bottom. The bikini bottom ties over each hip, but rides so low, that though your pussy hair is cropped very short, the top of the bikini bottom barely covers it, and in back nothing more than a thong slides up the crack of your ass… You step around the room, still breathless with excitement, feeling the soft material stroke your nipples and pussy lips as you walk. You feel the sensations of the carpet beneath your feet, and wish you had me naked on this carpet, tearing off my clothes and exploring the naked flesh underneath. While you're walking, you hear something coming from the back of the apartment, and stop to listen…
Standing nearly naked in the livingroom has your entire body's senses at their peak, and you're aware of the sounds of jungle animals coming from the back of the apartment. Remembering what was on the card you read, you pad softly down the hallway, feeling the warm skin of your thighs brushing against each other, and your breasts gently swaying inside your tiny bikini top. You come to the end of the hallway, and notice a door cracked open. Pushing gently at the door, it swings open and your eyes pop at what you see.
Inside the back bedroom, is a jungle of plants, leaves, vines and flowers. Everywhere you look, you see planters, hanging pots, greenery. You can't see the walls, ceiling, or floors due to the greenery, and your feet step on flower petals and leaves as you step into the room. Your nose is filled with the wondrous scents of many jungle plants, and in the background you hear jungle animals sounds along with the incessant beating of African music. You feel as though you've stepped into the Garden of Eden as you walk in. The fronds of palm plants caress your naked legs as you walk through the bushes, and trailing vines stroke your hair. Your entire body feels even more naked as you walk into the room. You are dimly aware that the floor is covered in a jungle-print cloth, and a rectangular object in the middle of the floor seems to be a mattress under the cloth. You hear a growl in the room, which doesn't sound like the jungle tape you're listening to, and you wonder where I might be hiding. As you walk past a palm plant, you suddenly feel a paw rake down the side of your leg, nails scratching (but not hurting) you and you suddenly turn to the plant, losing your balance as you turn, and you fall backward on the mattress.
