He went over to his tent made of sticks, palm leaves and cloth, and laid down on the mat made of wolf pelt that he had brought all the way from home. It felt warm and inviting, and soon he was fast asleep.
Arvid awoke with a sudden twisting motion. He usually slept heavily, but tonight was different. Perhaps because his body had become accustomed to the rolling motions of their ship. He felt uneasy, as if something was watching him. He sat up and listened. All he could hear was the muted crashing of waves against the beach, and the gentle rustle of branches in the warm breeze. His eyes began to feel heavy, then he heard a faint crackle of branches. He snapped up again.
"I'm sure that was something," he thought, "or someone."
He sat up, perched like a panther ready to strike. The crackle continued, and he decided to sneak out of the tent. The air was cool, and a slight breeze made the hairs on his arm stand up and become more aware of his surroundings. He was completely naked, as the air was hot and humid and his sleep came easier this way. The campfire had died down and the only source of light was the waxing moon that dimly lit up the beach and the trees leading into the jungle. Arvid listened intently, but the noise did not return. He stood up and started looking around the camp area for signs of movement. It could just have been one of his crew, but this part of the world was strange and dangerous. It was better to do a quick search than to risk losing a man to a wild beast. He began walking around his tent. Just as he had made a few steps into the tree line, he heard a crack again, just a few paces to his right. He quickly turned and started moving in the direction of the sound. As he moved closer to where the sound came from, he heard running footsteps moving away from him, and he could see branches and bushes moving. Whoever it was had begun to run away.
"You're not going anywhere!" he exclaimed in a calm but determined voice, and began running after the steps.
The chase did not last long. Arvid was a fast runner, and even though the vegetation was thick, he was able to run through it and catch up to the spy before going too far. He reached out and grabbed an arm and stopped the chase. He adjusted his grip and held a hand over the mouth of the runner, and an arm around the waist. The spy let out a muffled shriek, which told him it was a woman. She squirmed and resisted, trying to get loose, but Arvid's grip was too strong. He picked her up and started carrying her back to the camp. She was small and light, and after a while, her struggle ended as she realized that she could do nothing to escape his powerful arms.
When they reached his tent, he decided to put her down, still holding his hand over her mouth. His eyes was accustomed to the darkness and the moonlight was now bright enough for him to examine his captive more closely. The woman was shorter than he was, and had long dark hair. She looked to be about his age, but her face was smooth and soft, unlike his own which was weathered and rough from his time at sea. Her eyes were dark brown and were bright and full of energy. He could tell that she was afraid, so he told her to be calm and relax. He knew that she didn't understand his words, but the tone of his voice seemed to have the intended effect on her, and he finally removed his hand from her mouth. She stayed quiet.
He took her into his tent and sat her down on the wolf pelt. He lit a small candle he had brought from the boat. Now they could see each other in the flickering light of the flame. They sat across one another, legs crossed, studying each other with childlike curiosity. Arvid reached out his hand and touched her hair. It was dark and straight, reaching down to below her shoulders. She reached out her hand and did the same to him. She seemed hypnotized by his hair and beard. Arvid then remembered that the people here are not blond like he was. Perhaps he was the first person she had ever seen with light complexion. She began petting his hair and beard, apparently fascinated. Arvid looked at her naked body. She had a small frame with small perky breasts. She was a beautiful woman, he thought, one of the prettiest and healthiest he had seen in a very long time.
After stroking his hair, the girl started gently touching his shoulders and chest. Once again, her eyes were big and she seemed to be experiencing this type of body for the first time in her life. His muscles were bulky and hard, and his body was lean after a long life of hard work and adventure. Her touch was gentle and caring, and he could not remember the last time he had felt this kind of contact with someone, maybe never. He started doing the same thing she did, mirroring her touches. Her skin was soft and smooth like a fine cloth, and was slightly darker than his own. He reached down and touched her breasts. They were soft and fit perfectly in his hand. He noticed that her nipples were getting hard and pointy, which he took as a sign that she liked what he was doing. He looked up at her face, and a small smile revealed that he was right.
After a few minutes of studying and caressing each other, the girl looked down at his penis with a shy but curious gaze. Her eyes became wide again, and she seemed impressed by what she saw. His cock had become straight and hard, and a small amount of liquid was dripping from the tip and was running down the side of the shaft. She reached down and grabbed it gently in her hand, and looked up at him. He looked down and saw what she was doing. A rush of energy surged through his body as she started moving her hand up and down from the base to the tip. He closed his eyes and leaned backwards, approving of her advances. She kept stroking his hard cock as the transparent liquid kept dripping out. Each stroke gave him a small burst of pleasure, making his body squirm and shift uncontrollably. He opened his eyes and looked at her. He became filled with feelings of lust, and wanted to make her feel just as good.
He reached down to her abdomen. His hand followed a small trail of hair down to a spot on her body that was wet and warm. He started rubbing the area of her opening with his fingers, helped by the wetness, which made the contact feel smooth and effortless. He started moving his fingers back and forth and looked up at her face. Her expression had changed from a smile to a more intense look. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was half-open. She let out little whimpers each time he passed by the area above her opening, and he could feel a little bump down there that seemed to be very sensitive. He decided to focus his rubbing on that spot and started moving his fingers in a circular motion, occasionally reaching down to her opening to fetch more wetness to keep the motions smooth.
Her tugs on his cock were getting involuntarily stronger and faster as his technique and awareness of her pleasure points improved. She felt a hot, almost burning sensation as his fingers passed over her, and little jolts each time he passed her spot. Sometimes the feeling became so intense that she stopped stroking him, but then continued as soon as the intensity subsided. Arvid took his hand back and tasted the wet juice that had come from her pussy. It was sweet and a little bitter. His primal instincts were awakened by her smell and flavor, making his dick even harder. She saw what he did and mimicked him by tasting the liquid that had come from his cock. It was slippery and sweet, and made it easier to stroke the skin of the tip of his penis. Their eyes met as they tasted each other, and even though they came from opposite sides of the earth, in that moment they knew their bodies were made for each other.
The wind was picking up outside, and rain could be seen in the distance, but the tent was sturdy and shielded them from the weather. Inside the tent, it was warm and comfortable. The two lovers look at each other, still touching and caressing as if they had known each other their whole lives. The girl took her hands off his sticky wet cock, placed her hands on his broad scarred shoulders, and got up on her knees. She leaned in towards his face and kissed him softly on the cheek. Arvid had never felt this sensation before, and was now completely spellbound by what she was doing to him. She continued to kiss his face and neck softly and gently, working her way around his chin and around to his ears. Her tongue left little trails as she moved, and when she got to his ear, she licked the outside edge up and down and in a circular motion. This sent a wave of prickling tickling pleasure from the top of his head all the way down to his toes, and he let out an uncontrolled gasp. The smile on her face revealed her devious intentions to give the newcomer the best greeting her body could provide.
Arvid, who was discovering new pleasures he didn't even know existed, accepted her advances. Her bravery excited him, and his admiration for her grew with every new action she took. This inspired him, and he grabbed her in both arms and held her tightly so that her legs wrapped around his waist. She was sitting on his lap, their noses touching, their eyes transfixed on each other. Several moments passed and time seemed to be standing still. Finally, Arvid leaned in and kissed her on the lips as softly as he knew how. Their lips kept touching, and moving around each other. His tongue came out and started licking her lips. Her tongue followed his lead and soon their mouths were as one, searching, playing, and tasting each other. They kept discovering new areas and corners to lick and suck on, giving warm delicious sensations, as they could feel each other's breath and smell each other's skin. Arvid would occasionally open his eyes and watch his lover working on him, and his entire existence filled with pleasure from his inside to his outside.
