I was cold. Some jungle bird had screeched in the distance waking me. I couldn’t get up though we were lying as sausages in a pan close together. Miles behind me and Blondie in front. The guys had magnanimously decided us girls would be safer if we were sandwiched with them on the outside.
Being this close to virtual strangers wasn’t really my idea of fun. When it was boiled down, we all sweat the same; we all had pretty high body odour. Mine wasn’t any better than theirs.
Miles groaned in his sleep. I guess his head wound must’ve given him hell this afternoon. But in all fairness he hadn’t complained. He’d carried all he’d been given and he’d walked for hours through the dense hot jungle, just as we all had.
Blondie was the only one who complained. She couldn’t carry her load, couldn’t walk, and needed food. She’d bitched for three solid hours before Martin told her to shut-up.
We rested only when Martin thought we’d put a reasonable distance between us, the remnants of the plane and any possible rebel who’d realise there’d been more than the two pilots and one steward aboard. We left our entire luggage behind; taking bare essentials struggling with carrying them had been enough to bring me out in a hot sweat as we’d tramped through the jungle.
The rifle dug into my back as Miles turned over. Martin ensured we carried one each, loaded, ready for firing. It had been okay to sleep beside Miles when his back was against mine. But now his belly rubbed against me and a seriously suspicious bump pushed hard against my ass. I wriggled away only to discover Blondie’s face pressed into my breasts. The snore let me know she was in dreamland though, so I didn’t let her bother me.
I couldn’t relax to sleep. My body beaten from all the unaccustomed walking was scratched from the dense undergrowth. The trouble was, my brain wouldn’t shut down sufficiently to allow me to drift into a light sleep. I knew tomorrow would be worse. I knew I needed the sleep. So, I did what I would do when I was at home in the same situation. I carefully turned so I lay on my back, slipped my hand down into my shorts and panties, and masturbated right there deep in the jungle in Pander.
I bit my lip hard though. I didn’t want the other three hearing me. I tend to get a little vocal when I’m masturbating. I didn’t linger with the job; just got it over and done with, jerking a little as the orgasm rippled through me. Sighing with a clear head at last, I turned over. Breathing deep and slow I drifted off.
“That was beautiful to watch.” I imagined I heard Miles whispering in my ear. Smiling I snuggled down and slept deeply.
It felt like only an hour later though, when Martin prodded me awake. “Come on lazybones. Get up. We’ve gotta eat and move on.”
Blondie moaned as she got up. One of her false eyelashes had gone awry during the night. She looked decidedly lopsided rubbing her arms and legs trying to get the blood circulating again. When she looked over at me I reached deep inside for the control not to laugh. She appeared comical with her skimpy bright sundress hiked halfway up her ass. The bra she wore would be giving her hell by now, the wriggling contortionist act she was trying to hide only proved it was driving her nuts. Her hair needed seeing to real bad. All in all, she looked like a drug-laden prostitute having a bad day. Poor bitch, I wondered how the hell she was going to survive the next few days.
I felt Miles roll away from me, welcoming the cool air down my back. He groaned as he stood brushing the leaf mould off his body. Holding a hand out for me to grab, my thoughts of him being a liability to our little group waned a little. His strong grip took all my weight as he pulled me to my feet.
“Thanks.”
“It is the least I can do,” he replied, smiling. The least I can do? Wondering at his odd remark I walked around willing the numbness from my unfit body. A few slow careful stretches later Martin quietly called.
