Snowbunny Origins Pt 05

The morning light awoke Talia before her usual 5.45 a.m. alarm did. The alcohol the night before had made her lazy, and she saw clothes on the floor, something she abhorred. Slipping out of bed, she reset the curtain, plunging the room into darkness, then quickly tidied away the clothes. Frustratingly, just as she unchecked the door to nip out to the gym for her morning squats, Tab stirred.

"Were you leaving? I thought we could do what we didn't do last night," mumbled Tab, halfheartedly.

Talia felt trapped. "Just a moment!"

She changed from her gym clothes into a white Sandro top that covered every inch of her. It emphasised her chest but simultaneously made it inaccessible. As she was about to leave the bathroom, she noticed a flyer for day trips from the resort. "Jungle Climb" was at the top. It wasn't much of a plan, but she decided to go with it. She would do anything to avoid what Tab wanted.

"I thought today we could get out of the resort and see a bit of the island," ventured Talia.

Tab's smile was boyish, and for a moment, she felt a pang of endearment. He really did want to please her; it was sad that he could not. "Marvellous," he said. As he rose, the iPad fell off the bed, and the blacked video they had watched the night before shuffled to the next video. Talia caught Tab's favourable reaction; his manhood was growing. Her plan was working.

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The next morning, Talia awoke abruptly. Neither she nor Tab had showered, having fallen asleep, tired from the long day. She didn't like it when their routine was disrupted. Seeing the suite messy and not being in her pyjamas meant she started the day feeling out of sorts.

Later that morning, they had had breakfast and were waiting in the lobby. They appeared to be the only guests booked on the jungle safari. A golf cart rounded the corner. With a toot, they realised it was for them, and they got in. Talia had changed from her white Sandro top to a black ensemble: long black pants to ward away the mosquitoes and a slim top that showed her stomach, something she could cover with a shawl if the sun or wildlife became too persistent. Tab wore shorts and boots, items she had not seen him pack. He appeared ready for adventure. They sat in the back of the cart and looked around, wondering what they were in for.

"The jungle is near," said the driver.

Talia was startled; his voice was one she had heard before. She was directly behind him and caught his eyes glancing at her. He was not just a drinks server but a tour guide -- her tour guide.

They arrived at the start of the forest. Tab, still unaware of the driver's identity, was pleased at the short journey.

"I will be here," said the driver in monotone.

"Right, well, hmmm, is it safe? ventured Tab.

The roar of the jungle was different from the quiet forests he knew back home. The peak of the mountain had seemed cute and reachable from the bedroom, but now it looked fearsomely far away.

"On better thoughts, come with us" Tab said, passing the man a $100 USD note.

Talia could not help but smile. They began to walk through the jungle. The wood track was slippery, with centipedes longer than a finger swarming the wood. An hour passed, with Tab in front, followed by Talia, then the driver. Talia could feel the driver's presence as much as she had forgotten Tab's. Her black pants were matted with sweat, clinging to her. Her hair had been tied up, then thrown loose in the humidity. They were all fit and so made quick progress, but by 12:30 they could sense themselves tiring. Tab was deflated. His elation at Talia's engagement at the Rasa reception last night, followed by the oddly erotic moment afterwards, led him to believe this holiday was improving. He needed a victory.

"Tell you what, I will go ahead and see how close we are to the summit; this jungle must clear out soon. I will come back, and we can decide if we all summit or return to the buggy".

"My warrior, I know you will get there. If you feel close, go to the summit and take a photo for all of us; that will be enough for me," whispered Talia seductively.

Tab disappeared ahead. Talia still faced in his direction, sensing the driver moving up behind her. She had not worn panties again. A prodding hardness pushed against her bum, sliding between her cheeks and threatening to pierce the thin black cotton. Talia sighed, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. She had a perfect figure and revelled in being with someone similarly fit and strong. The forest sounds melded into one, and her breath came loudly into her ears. His hands came to the sides of her pants and slowly pulled them down, exposing her. The humidity touched her skin. She arched her bum instinctively. As she did, she felt his manhood slide past her asshole and slip between the folds of her vagina. Looking down, he appeared beneath her. His manhood was thick and black, and for a moment they stayed like that, his manhood anchoring her in place. Then she raised herself higher, and he slipped into her. His size entered easily, as she was wet for him. She felt a wave of pleasure reach up from her vagina, her nipples harden, and a moan escape her lips. He held her in place and began to move in and out.

One black hand came around and pulled at her large breasts; the other came down to the top of her vagina, touching her softly as his voice played in her ears.

"Your turn", he said.

And she felt herself orgasm. As she did, she pressed back against him, still standing, forcing him deeper. His hands left her, and she was held in place by his manhood. She then felt him begin to cum in long, slow spurts, filling her womb and overflowing her vagina, beginning to drip down to the centipedes below.

"Made it," came a triumphant voice from the jungle.

With a start, Talia pulled free, sliding up her black pants and tying them at the waist. The driver stood back with a small smile on his face. Tab rounded the corner, sweaty and overbearing. He seemed completely at odds with the wildness of the jungle.

"I made it," he repeated. "But there is no way you will make it; it takes a real athlete".

Talia laughed then and patted him on the head. "Let's go back; we both got what we wanted".

--

When they got back to their suite, they both plonked themselves down on the bed. Tab's hands came up to roam Talia's body.

"Oh, Tab, no, we are just so sweaty. Let's watch another video instead."

She selected a page from the Blacked series. "Any one you like, I like," she said.

Tab was happy for the attention and chose one. As the scene played out, both Talia and Tab's hands were on themselves, and eyes fixed on the video. This time however, as Talia orgasmed, she did so with the driver's sperm on her finger tips.

--

The next morning, Talia awoke abruptly. Neither she nor Tab had showered, having fallen asleep, tired from the long day. She didn't like it when their routine was disrupted. Seeing the suite messy and not waking up in her pyjamas meant she started the day feeling out of sorts.

Talia's legs hurt too, but not from the walk. She could still feel the black server's hands holding her in place as he guided her to orgasm. She loved Tab, but she had never felt the way she did in the jungle yesterday. It had been animalistic and primal. For the first time, she felt as though her body was in tune with her mind. She had always wanted and gotten recognition for her beauty and intelligence, but it was something she gave to others, something they enjoyed about her. With the server, however, she got what she wanted, finally.

As she pouted in the mirror, she looked at her body, the paleness of her skin, and the delicacy of her features. She couldn't put a finger on it, but something was different. Perhaps her eyes were brighter, or her breasts were fuller. She felt her ass had firmed and her cheeks rounded, even more than they had been. She recalled the black server's finger on her asshole and trembled.

Talia decided to spend the day at the resort spa; she deserved treatment and pampering. Tab would sleep until late morning; his glazed eyes last night told her he had been satisfied in his own way. It was the second time he had orgasmed watching the Blacked video, something she had decided was now a routine he would follow.

She dressed in a casual white overshirt, paired with a black bra and pants. At the last minute, she decided to pair the outfit with tall black boots. Look your best when you feel your worst, she'd said to herself. She slipped out of the hotel room, listening for the telltale click of the door. Quiet as a mouse, she made her way to the resort spa. It was just opening for the day, and the Thai woman unlocking the door smiled as Talia entered. There was a sparkle in her eye, though it didn't register to Talia, whose eyes scanned the treatment packages hungrily.

She booked the two-hour session. Slipping into a gown in the changing room and lying flat on the table The resort spa was typical for this type in Asia: expensive, luxurious, and deserted. Few who could afford to stay at the resort could afford the packages on a regular basis, and knowing she could afford to stay and pamper herself daily gave her a sense of wellness.

She closed her eyes, sighing as she did. The door closed, and painted toe nails appeared in front of her eyes as she lay face down on the massage table. This sight always made her laugh, though she didn't say it out loud for fear of angering the older, overly serious Thai lady.

Strong hands began rubbing into her toned muscles, starting at her neck. Her mind wandered, and she realised she still had not showered since her 'Tarzan and Jane' moment in the forest the day before. The aroma of sweat and sperm rose from her. The black server's sperm would still be inside her, she realised, and the thought made her wet.

The masseuse's hands travelled down her back, fingers pushing into her soft white skin. Music played softly, intermingling with the waterfall feature in the room, lulling her into a sense of wellness. She enjoyed the touch of a woman, not just because of its effect on her muscles but also because it told her a story about her own body. As hands ran over her bum, she could feel their perfect shape, the masses fingers dropping down to the edge of her vagina and asshole. It was not sexual, but she could sense the woman marvelling  at her perfect white form.

This continued for forty minutes, until Talia slipped into sleep. She awoke to fingers around her neck, and she realised the click was the sound of a necklace being set into place.

"Sawadee Ka" was whispered into her ear.

Talia looked up past the painted toe nails, past the uniform of the masseuse, and into her eyes.

"A gift, a gift," whispered the worker.

"Now relax," and she laid a sheet over Talia, dimming the lights and leaving the room.

--

Ten minutes later, Talia heard the door open, but as she opened her eyes, the painted toe nails had been replaced by the feet of the black server. He was barefoot and did not speak. Talia inhaled, her breasts pushing against the bed and her legs squirming. She felt the necklace clink against the bed. The server's hands came down and began to trail along her spine, down towards her bum. She had not realised he could be this gentle. His finger stopped on her asshole, pressing gently. She sighed. Then it continued its journey to her vagina. She was wet already, her breath coming faster.

He began to circle, slowly and softly, his great mass filling the room as she squirmed on the bed. Then she pulled herself up, sitting up right to face him. Her eyes locked, and she spoke.

"Please, this time, let me."

He understood instinctively and lay on the bed, removing his robe. She walked to the side of the table, threw one leg over, and began to lower herself on his manhood. At this angle, it seemed much larger, the girth stretching her and its length pushing into her stomach.

This time, she moved, not him. She raised herself up, then sat down in one slow thrust, her blonde hair falling around her. Her breasts bounced as she did, and she began to increase her rhythm, knowing they did not have much time. She bounced on him, and in her mind, she began to imagine his seed filling her.

His muscles tightened, and her legs clamped around him until she whispered "Now, all of it".

And his hands crossed around her ass, fingers holding her in place, as she pushed down every drop to fill her stomach. She felt herself milking him, willing him to spread himself inside her. She felt her hands coming to her stomach as she slowed the pace, feeling him shudder inside her.

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A knock at the door brought her out of her orgasm. And she slipped off, holding his sperm inside her. She quickly dressed without bothering to put on her boots and walked barefoot back to the suite, boots in hand. As she entered the suite, she saw Tab sleeping. She slipped into bed, thinking he may not even realise she had left, but he awoke. He nuzzled up to her, already annoying her. And then his face came up against something he didn't recognise.

"What's this?" he asked, touching the necklace the Thai masseuses had around her neck, which she had completely forgotten.

"Oh, ummmm, just something I like". She was momentarily nervous.

"It has a Queen of Spades logo; I feel like I've seen that somewhere".

Talia didn't know what to do and giggled, then had an idea. She pushed his head down to her vagina, knowing the black server's sperm was still in her. The command was simple: "Lick".