Bie Girl Natha

I had saved to make the trip. It was important to me, there were birds in the Chicamocha Canyon that couldn't be seen anywhere else in the world. I wasn't an avid bird watcher, but I was been paid to photograph them, with all the hotel and travel costs covered too, so who was I to argue?

I had arrived the previous day in Bucaramanga and just collapsed in the hotel Dann Carlton. I would use this as a base and hire a motorbike to travel the 50KM each day to get to the canyon which was part of the national park. I woke early the next morning, somewhat jetlagged and had breakfast. Buñuelo, a fried dough ball, washed down with Milo, a chocolate Malty drink. It wasn't the usual English Bacon and eggs but it filled me up and brought a bright start to the day.

As arranged the hotel gave me the keys to the bike and it was parked in the allotted space in the secure carpark. It was a modest 125 bike, but the reason I hired it was it was an off-road motor cross style bike so it would allow me to visit the more secluded areas of the national park.

I was soon on the saddle heading south on the route 45A. The suicidal road maniacs of the city soon thinned out and I could see the road ahead climbing the steep mountains that form the peeks of the canyon. I had mounted my phone on the handle bars and was following the sat nav. The route was pre-arranged and a local had scoped out the best vantage point that overlooked the nesting birds. Just a short distance away now was a parking viewpoint, where I could pull off the road and hide the motorbike in a small wooded area, whilst I climb the remaining 100 meters to the vantage point. I pulled off road at the indicated spot, a gravel car park, and soon found the dirt track to the trees. I went off road and stopped the bike behind the trees as the local scout had indicated.

It had been such a long time since I had ridden a bike, I swung my leg high and climbed off the saddle. Straightening up, I felt the weight of the backpack with my camera equipment in it. It was only a 40-minute ride from the city but as I straightened up and stretched from the riding position, I was suddenly acutely aware of my raging erection. I don't know what had excited me so, whether it was just the thrill of riding again, or the vibration from the high revving engine. Either way the prominent bulge was visible and where my bulbous cock head was positioned, a small damp spot had seeped through the light denim of my jeans. As tempted as I was to tug the slug (masturbate), I thought... no, I will continue with my mission. I turned from the bike and could see the steep trail up to the top of a rocky outcrop. I began the hard footslog, not made any easier by my boner trying to burst its way through my jeans as I hiked.

I soon reached a plateau with a stunning 360-degree view. To the east I could see the whole canyon and several of the target trees that were sure to have the chestnut bellied hummingbirds that were endemic to the canyon. To the west I could look down and see the trail down to the small wooded area, my parked bike, and beyond that the secluded parking area off of the main road.

Within 20 minutes I had set up my camera on a tripod and prepared the different lenses I my need, some very high powered to give sufficiently clear images from far away. I soon began scanning the clumps of trees. The sun was beating down on the plateau, I dare not take off my shirt for fear of burning, so it soon became wet with perspiration. Frustration set in as I waited many hours.

Then like a flash of lightning it happened, Wham! The female of the species, the chestnut bellied hummingbird. On a near clump of trees. I fired off a few shots and checked the digital imagery. I quickly and silently changed the lens to a more appropriate focal length. I fired off more shots. Fuck.....She disappeared! I caught a fleeting glance as she disappeared westward.

I followed the trees westward, there on a branch I quickly fired off more shots. Stunning was the only word. Then again, she flew. I followed her with my eyes and quickly swivelled the camera. I had turned 180 degrees now from facing the valley and was facing the clump of trees my motor bike was hid in. There she was in a tree on the outer edge of the group of trees. She was perched there in a nest!! This was a bonus and very rare. Unfortunately, there were no young or eggs in the nest yet, I could see she was still gathering moss and what looked like goat hair to make the nest. It could be up to 2 weeks before she produced young through. I still took many shots of this rare occurrence of the threatened species. It did get pretty stale though, she just kept on flitting from the nest to local flora and drinking the nectar then returning to the nest with occasional new lichen. I couldn't see any of the more brightly coloured male birds. I though this was a good effort for the first day though.

A deep growling mixed with the sound of gravel crunching woke me from my visual delights. Immediately behind the clump of trees was the gravel parking lot where I had entered. A motorbike had screeched to a Rapid halt.

My little hummingbird promptly flew from its nest in protest at the rude disturbance of its duties. Damn I thought as it disappeared from my view, I didn't catch which way it flew so I couldn't follow its path. I swivelled the camera slightly and focussed on the gravel car park beyond the trees.

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Natha'

The fairing of the motorbike proclaimed in a fancy italic script. A sleek new Kawasaki Ninja ZX-6R in racing team green, its noisy exhaust still smoking slightly as the rider wrestled it on to its side stand.

The auto focus on my Canon camera then began to hunt like crazy and found it difficult to cope as the rider moved quickly away from the bike. I had to look away briefly from the blur. With my eyes I could see the rider scurrying down the same path I rode towards the trees where my hummingbird was perched. The rider was static now leaning against a tree, I quickly adjusted my camera view and looked back through the lens.

It was a girl! She had removed her helmet and had long flowing black hair. It looked strange as she was doing some sort of tribal dance I was unfamiliar with, gripping the waist band of her jean shorts and jigging. Ohh wait, ha ha, she was trying to get the top button undone. She succeeded, followed by the zip, quickly the shorts were pulled to her knees, shortly followed by a tiny blue thong. The front of the thong had a clearly darker patch, even visible through my lens at a distance.

She quickly crouched now, in this squat position the ragged jeans shorts and tiny panties were around her knees but between her spread ankles and calves I could see the clear slit of her sex glistening in the bright sun.

My mind drifted for a second and I thought that the jeans shorts and a thin black strappy top were wholly inappropriate wear for a motorbike rider, but thinking back to my early morning encounters in the city, the young people seemed quite relaxed about safety and road sense.

Twinkling like diamonds, a cascade of yellow rain sprayed forth from the slit as she used 2 fingers in an inverted V to open the delicious folds of skin and direct the strong jet of pee, her other arm bracing on the floor as she leant back. A large arc of spray gushed forward just missing her taught shorts and panties stretched between her knees.

I couldn't resist firing the shutter on my camera to capture this visual delight. My erection from earlier had returned with vengeance and was eagerly trying to burst through my jeans, the damp spot from earlier still not dry was being added to as I spied on the beauty doing this most private act.

The golden arc of pee was lessening as she rubbed the fingers up and down the folds. I eagerly zoomed in close to see the pink little clit peeking forth each time she pulled her fingers to the top of the delicious slit. The flow now ceased she closed the two fingers together and slipped them inside the lips and hooked them down in to her hot little pussy hole, then drew them up over her pee hole, Repeating the action the fingers plunged down and disappeared deep inside.

The strain of watching this x rated performance brought beads of sweat to my forehead and I felt I had no option other than to release my aching cock from the confines of my jeans. Pulling the zip down my cock quickly tented forward through the fly. Still encased in the thin cotton of my boxer shorts I quickly fished him out. The cock head soon emerged almost fully from my foreskin as it stretched to fully erect in the warm Colombian air. The little eye that was been kept dry by my boxer shorts was soon weeping visibly with precum as I feasted on the visual delight of the Latina girl.

She was built perfectly to my liking, curves in all the right places. Long legs with well-defined thighs and an ass to die for. Having finished her much-needed pee she moved slightly to the side of the tree and sat her bare ass down on the ground where she preceded to remove her boots, followed by the shorts and the blue thong she had dampened in her desperation. Putting the shorts and boots to one side she strung the thong between fingers of each hand and stretched the sheer material over her nose, inhaling deeply.

With the look of delight on her face I got the impression the desperate pee act was perhaps a little more planned than accident. What she did next almost blew my mind. From underneath her nose she scrunched the urine-soaked panties up and stuffed them with two fingers in to her eagerly waiting mouth. she sucked on them hard. She looked skyward with her eyes closed in bliss as she drew air through the warm damp panties. Her hands dropping to her crotch, she used two fingers of one hand to expose her clit and two fingers of the other to furiously rub the magic button.

I pulled the remote from my pocket and shot more pictures with the camera, I dare not touch the camera and blur the pictures as my other hand was engaged with furiously pulling on my cock at the voyeuristic visual delights.

She appeared to climax in a shivering crescendo as she drew her meaty love lips wide, squirting a thick jet of cum high in to the air whilst emitting a guttural moan. Thrusting her hips from her seated position with the force of her cum caused her to fall backwards somewhat, banging her head on the front tyre of me semi hidden motor cross bike.

Recovering from her energetic cum she got to her feet, pulled the thong from her mouth and looked at my bike somewhat puzzled. Looking left, then right no mad axe men jumped out on her so she still searched around puzzled. She turned around facing the rocky outcrop I was on top of and looked left and right again, still confused.

At this point I became like a small schoolboy, afraid of being caught with my hand in the cookie jar, so to speak, so my thoughts were I would grab my tripod and camera and duck down low so she had no chance of spotting me. I lunged forward for the equipment at the exact moment the Latina beauty looked skyward. The bright sun chose that moment also to glint from my lens to create a bright highlight as if to say, "Here is the pervert spy!". Caught in the act I just sort of looked down at her and waved dumbly, my erection rapidly shrinking but still sticking out of the fly of my jeans.

A torrent of Spanish words hailed forth, shouted up at me, I am sure most of them must have been swear words, but I didn't understand any of them. She did look very cross though but very sexy as she was stood there with no shorts or underwear, waving the sheer blue thong at me in abject anger. She turned around and started slapping the saddle of my bike and tugging at the side panier.

Well, I thought to myself, I can't hide up here all day, and if she keeps abusing my bike she will do some damage, better grab the bull by the horns and go speak to her. I wasn't sure exactly how this would play out though as I knew very few words of Spanish.

My camera gear already in hand I began to descend the dirt track from my spotting perch high on the rock plateau, rushing slightly I slid down the dirt scree to the clump of trees where the Latina stunner was still ranting.

I approached her with my hands in the air in a pose of submission to try and pacify her, She brushed her dark hair from her eyes and staired at me with fire in her eyes. I quickly held one hand, palm facing her in a 'stop' fashion whilst with the other I navigated the camera in built screen to the pictures of the hummingbird. I turned the camera so she could see the screen and showed her the rare bird.

Pulling the neck strap from my head she closely examined the screen, some of the tension released from her face as she viewed my ornithological pictorial studies. Seemingly fascinated she keyed the (>) forward key to advance forward in the photo memory. Not a problem I thought as I selected a photo well back in the sequence. She kept advancing as I felt a bead of sweat form on my forehead. (>) further she probed. The bead fully formed and trickled forth between my eyes before snaking to the left of my nose just exactly as she reached the first of the pictures featuring her impersonating a fountain with her jet of golden spray.

She briefly looked up at me from the screen, raising a dark well-defined eyebrow, she advanced the images (>), more slowly this time. I noticed as she viewed that her nipples, topping the D cup breasts were becoming clearly visible through the black strap top. She wore a bra as the straps of the top and the bra straps were hanging off each shoulder. The strap top was very thin and you could easily see the outline of the bra beneath. The bra, also black looked to be lacy and brief. She was still naked on her lower half with the shorts laying behind her and her tiny blue thong still dangling from two fingers of her right hand.

Her nipples rock hard now tented the bra and top and I guessed they were about as round as my little fingers circumference and sticking out at least as deep as my finger nail, quite an impressive sight. I could see her rubbing her inner thighs together as she looked at the lewd images.

I was struggling to read this girl now as to whether she was mad or horny but one thing was for sure, she was making me horny. I couldn't help but stare at the deep cleft of her sex as she held the camera, the outer lips of her clean shaved pussy glowing red from her previous vigour. The fat hood of her clit nestled at the top stretched tight over what looked to be a large button. Even though the skin of her erotic intimate parts was slightly paler she was a classic Latina with light golden skin. The very edges of her outer lips were visibly wet and seemed to be getting wetter as her love juice was filling the valley and flowing down towards her shapely tanned inner thighs.

I suddenly became aware that in my haste to descend the dirt path I hadn't tucked my cock back in. What made me so aware was that as I had been staring at the girl's nipples and pussy, I had grown a strong erection which was now standing prouder than I ever think I had seen before. I am uncut but when I get excited enough the fat cock head peaks out from the foreskin. I'm no porn star but if I am turned on enough, I can just reach 6" (15 CM), Whilst clearly length is not my strong point it was quite apparent as the girl reached down for my throbbing cock that it was easily as thick as her wrist. She still held the camera by its grip and advanced the screen with one hand, whilst beginning to wank my hot rigid cock with the other.

'Mi nombre es Natha', She said. And whilst I don't understand much Spanish, I knew she must have been telling me her name from what I had seen on the bike fairing. I nodded and said 'Call me Stuart'.

'Jueputa', Natha exclaimed as she squeezed my fat cock tight. Retracting the skin fully back. Milky precum seeped from the eye as the retracted skin pulled the frenulum making the pee hole wink. Then fully pulling the skin forward the head disappeared briefly. Before she again pulled it fully backwards. This was the most sensuous wank I had ever had as she repeated the action driving me closer to ecstasy. I could feel my balls draw close to my body and my sack tighten as her warm hand thrust back and forth becoming a blur before my eyes.

I really tried to hold on for dear life. I didn't want to cum. This was the most erotic masturbation I had ever encountered. I wanted it to last forever. It was with a twinge of sadness I felt the first stirrings, then the pulse at the base of my cock. I knew the climax was close. A surge of boiling fluid spewed from deep within, as it passed my balls all the millions of sperm joined. Quickly rising up my shaft the first of the most copious ever cum erupted forth. The first eruption splattered Natha's black strap top with a small amount reaching her hair just below the ear. A second nearly as strong jet plastered just to the side of the first. Multiple smaller jets followed, mostly falling to the ground and covering Natha's tightly gripped hand in the sticky, hot milky white fluid.

'Oh my god', she declared in good English. It appeared she had reached the end of the photos and handed me the camera back. She the preceded to lick her sticky fingers clean like the cat that got the cream. I was amazed with the vigour with which she devoured my cum. Her fingers now clean she looked down at the splattered strappy top and quickly pulled it off over her head, unclipping her bra she placed both next to the jean's shorts and fished her phone out of the pocket. Now totally naked she walked towards me keying buttons on the phone.

She showed me the Google Translator screen on one side her Spanish, on the other an English translation. She said 'Can I sit on the off-road bike? It is so different to my road racer. More upright with ground clearance and taller'. Feeling words not necessary, I nodded my head and we both moved the short distance to my bike. She threw her leg over the saddle as I saw her outer lips part and briefly saw the neat inner lips and the wetness within as she sat on the bike on its stand.

I put the keys in the ignition, switching it to '1'. Natha's foot twitched as she pulled in the clutch checking the gears were in neutral. I pressed the start button as the high torque 125 engine growled in to life. Sliding forward I could see Natha pressing her wet sex against the hard metal fuel tank. She gripped the throttle and revved the highly tuned engine high. Her pussy flooded with warm lubricating juices and the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood up as goose bumps raised. Again Natha's actions shocked me. She grabbed her outer pussy lips and pulled them wide, thrusting her clit and inner lips forward against the tank. She again revved the engine hard. Pussy juice spread forward on to the tank and danced in to tiny fountain drops as the powerful engine vibrated.

I could no longer resist my golden Latina beauty so I thrust my face forward to kiss her. Her mouth opened to meet mine as our tongues entwined. My senses heightened as we probed each other. I felt the bike revs increase as my hand found a stiff nipple. I tweaked it as my tongue explored the warm cavern. The taste was not easy to describe, it was wet and warm but not sweet or sour, it was more like liquid electricity. All the pleasure centres in my brain fired every time I tasted her.

She was getting so hot and sweaty as we kissed, the revs of the engine gradually increasing. She was moaning deeply in to my mouth, the saddle and tank becoming well soaked. I was almost offended as she broke our embrace, however as always, she surprised me by throwing her torso against the tank and revving the engine hard. Now in this forward position I could see her ample buttocks separated by the saddle. Somewhat surprisingly she grabbed my hand and placed it to her rear as far under as the saddle would allow. In her forward tank hugging position, if I really tried (and I did) I could just about get a finger in her asshole. Tentatively probing, my fore finger entered her ass as the engine revs hit high and I could smell the exhaust heat.