Through the green canopy of the forest, a waterfall cascades into a splash pool. The crystal clear water foaming white at its base, and sending ripples gliding over the pool's surface. The air is heavy with spray, soaking the soft yellow sand and rich foliage that circle the pool. The forest is alive with noise, the screeches of birds of paradise, the occasional roar of some wild animal and the chatter of monkeys in the depths of the undergrowth.
You lie there on the smooth sand, dressed only in a t-shirt and shorts, beads of perspiration dot your forehead from the humid atmosphere. He comes up out of the pool, naked apart from the stream of water running down his body. He walks up to you, the hot sun streaming through the leaves, silhouetting his body. You reach out your hand to him and he's brings himself to one knee and takes it. You pull him onto you, his cold wet body soaking you shirt, and causing you to gasp a little. You kiss, long and hard. He holds your outstretched arms to either side of you pinning you there. His tongue flickering into you mouth, playfully nibbling your lip. His whole body moves up and down yours, causing the material of your t-shirt to rub on your now erect nipples. You wrap your legs around his back and can feel his dick becoming erect and pushing down on your eager crotch.
His delicate kisses move to your neck, as his hands slide up your arms and down your sides to the bottom of your t-shirt. Now he begins to roll the shirt off your body and kisses the exposed flesh on your stomach. He rolls it higher freeing your wholesome breasts, his mouth exploring higher and higher. His lips envelope your nipples, teases them between his teeth, blows on them with gentle breaths and lashes them with his tongue. The shirt is now part way over your head now and still covers your eyes and has made your arms move to above your head trapped in your t-shirt. Using one hand he keeps your hands there whilst he kisses you on your lips once more his free hand cups your breasts and massages them slowly. Stroking your nipples between his fingers with alternate feathery and harder touches, he frees the t-shirt from your eyes and gazes into them. Keeping your gaze his hands move slowly down your body to your crotch which is now sopping wet as your hands move down his back and take hold of his erect cock.
You both roll on to your side, one arm around each other, still looking into each others eyes. You start to slide your hand up and down his penis whilst he rubs your hot little mound through your shorts, sending waves of pleasure spiralling up your body, making you gasp each time he puts pressure there. You remove your shorts and fling them aside your eyes betraying your urgency. His hand brushes against your soft curls now moist with your own dew. You lie back slightly and open your legs more, urging him to touch you more. He obliges, slipping his fingers across your wet slit as you once again take hold of his dick. You moan as his fingers slide, your juices lubricating them, between your pussy lips and up to your swollen clit. Your breathing becomes more rapid as he circles your bud with the tip of his finger, in slow revolutions. The sensation is intense, the ambience electric, you bite your lip as the ecstasy envelops you and his kisses move to your neck and up to your ear. You feel the firmness of his teeth as they gently nibble on your lobes. But the overriding, overwhelming sensation is of his finger now tenderly rubbing your clitoris, as his other hand, behind you, draws his nails up you back softly at a snails pace. Your grip on his manhood tightens as your strokes quicken upon it.
The pace intensifies and you start to moan softly at first and then with gasps as two fingers slip inside you and his thumb take the place where his finger once was. With his fingers reaching far inside you, the very grooves and ridges of his fingers sending the highly sensitive nerve endings in your vagina into a frenzy, whilst his thumb now caresses your clitoris, you start to lose control, and start thrusting your hips inwards with each stroke wanting him deeper. Your grip and movement on his fleshy rod grows erratic as you're brought closer to orgasm. Your back arches, your breathing stops momentarily as you begin to shudder. Your muscles spasm and tighten around his fingers still inside you as you come.