The early morning air was crisp as the light breeze whistled gently through the pine forests adjacent to the hotel with an eerie whine. The forest floor was carpeted with a thick layer of soft pine needles and the air scented with the fresh aroma of sweet pine fragrance. Altogether intoxicating.
Dressed in our warm coats we stepped out the boundary gate, hand in hand we walked silently, contemplatively towards the tall army of trees. The early morning sun warming our faces and setting off the warm colours on your beautiful face. We had slept well after the explosive energy of the previous night β contentment personified. As we breached the tree line the sounds of the forest became more distinct, Christmas beetles and their shrill screams cut the air like dentists drills, stopping briefly to take in some air the pauses brought welcome relief from the din. We slipped into single file as we strolled steadily along through the neatly planted rows of trees. I was mesmerised by the swing of your hips and you shapely legs as you stepped out ahead of me, your tight little ass teasingly swaying just ahead of me β You could sense my lust and you loved the power it gave you over me as you deliberately chose the rip denim shorts for this walk knowing full well that they would drive me wild with desire.
Working our way up the gently slope we came the edge of the plantation and stopped. Before us was a lush green valley, scattered rural huts covered the landscape and in the distance one could see a small waterfall feeding the river so vital to the rural existence in these parts. Standing momentarily to catch our breath an take in the tranquillity and beauty I stepped in behind you, putting my arms around your waste I pushed up into your back an gently kissed the back of your neck. Goose flesh waves spread down your arms as my lips gently caressed the nape of you neck. You leaned your head back and smiled, looking into my eyes. Turning around you lifted your arms up and around my neck and we embraced in a long and passionate kiss. Your tongue probing gently, slowly around my lips, the sensation sending shock waves of energy down my spine. As you press up against me you can feel the response deep in my loins as the bulge in my pants fills quickly and presses up against your leg β you sense the power you have as a women and it fuels your determination even more.
Our progress was forward blocked by the framers fence, so we turn up and walked along the fence northwards toward the top of the hill. As we reach the top the fence turns abruptly west and back towards the hotel. Across the fence is virgin bush, un-spoiled by man and his economic pursuits. We stop and decide to explore the landscape a bit more. Stepping through the barbed wire fence, we make our wall along the grass ridge to the line of thorn bush trees in the distance. A flock of Hardi-daars, those ibis birds so endemic to the midlands screech wildly as we approach and fly off down the hill to more un-disturbed pastures. You flinch in surprise at the noise as they can give one quite a fright. Moving down the ridge we reach the edge of the bushveld, small flocks of birds dash feverishly about scavenging seeds and berries in their path. We hear the gently trickle of running water in the distance. That waterfall we saw earlier must be feeding this valley river and it must be close.
The thorn bushes give way to large indigenous trees and bring welcome shade and coolness to our path. The soil beneath out feet is deep rich brown and black with decomposing leaves and branches providing a soft cushion for our boots as we walk towards the stream. Christmas beetles, crickets and spider webs abound. The path drops steeply and we need both hands to aid our decent over the rock path and low hanging branches. Deep green clumps of moss and clusters of autumn shaded fungus bespeckle the smooth black rocks that single the proximity of running water. We step into a shaded terrarium of ferns and forest lilies β a pair of deep green parakeets burst off a nearby branch and fly up into the tree tops. A stream of crystal clear ice cold mountain water cascades down the rock face, sheltered by thick overhanging trees into shallow pools of round river rocks as it winds its way through the forested valley towards the main river. The scene is breathtaking. Both of us are awestruck by the beauty and tranquillity of the scene. We stand in silence just taking it all in for a few moments. We have arrived.