We stepped from our air-conditioned bungalow and immediately the heat, heavy with humidity, sucked the sweat from our pores like a pump. Our shirts had growing dark, wet spots before we had taken 10 steps. We walked across the courtyard and into another building. When we walked in, the air-conditioning quickly started evaporating the sweat from our bodies.
"Good morning. How can I help you?" Came the greeting from behind the counter.
"Hi," I said. "We want to go hiking and we were told this is where we get the maps."
"Yes, sir. Just a moment." He went into a back room and returned with a folded paper and a backpack. "This is a map of our compound," he said as he opened the map on the counter. "This line here is the animal fence that surrounds our property. Please do not go near it. The frequency it emits keeps animals and most snakes out but it tends to cause headaches and nausea in people."
"Not a problem."
"And this," he said lifting the backpack onto the counter, "is a little something we offer to those who choose to hike here. It contains a tarp and a blanket in case of rain, a compass to keep your direction, plenty of water, some fresh fruit, fresh bread, and some homemade mango preserves. These should keep you safe and warm until your return this evening. If, however, you run into some unforeseen difficulty, there is also an emergency radio. Just turn it on and we can locate your position and provide any assistance."
"Wow! I'm impressed."
"Well, sir. Here at the Kenya Grand Safari Resort we take it very personal if something unfortunate happens to our guests. And we take every precaution to see that nothing does."
"Thank you." I took the map and pack and we walked over to a chair to decide where we wanted to go.
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We'd been walking for a couple hours, enjoying the jungle and each other. We decided to stop to rest and have a snack. I lay out the tarp and put the blanket on top of it. We stretch out and snack on bread and fruit. The juice from your plum dribbles down the corner of your mouth. I lean forward and with my tongue I lick the juice from your chin. I open my mouth and surround your chin with my lips. Then I softly bite, rubbing my teeth on your skin as I close my mouth. My lips find yours and they part as my tongue enters your mouth. I caress your tongue with mine. I close my lips around your tongue and suck it into my mouth. I pull my head back, and then suck your tongue back into my mouth. As I make love to your tongue, I caress your neck with my fingertips. I follow the flow of sweat drops down your neck into the valley between your breasts.
My fingers work the buttons on your shirt. One at a time, the buttons slip through their buttonholes until your shirt lays parted. My mouth has relinquished your tongue, and our kiss is deep and long. My hand caresses your breasts, rubbing your nipples until they become like little marbles under your brassiere. Then my fingers tease and pinch them through the material of your bra. With a quick flick of my fingers, the front clasp of your bra parts and your breasts are free. I cup one in my palm and gently fondle it. I squeeze it in my hand, feeling its firm softness. I feel the marble of your nipple against my palm. My hand slides across your nipple, down your side to your hand. I lift the half-eaten plum from your palm and hold it over your breast. You, of course, have no idea where my hand is; our mouths are still locked in lover's passion. I squeeze my hand. As the juice drips on to your nipple your body flinches. I move my hand over your other breast and the plum drips across your chest and onto your other nipple.
You giggle as my tongue caresses your neck. "I've never felt fruity before."
I suck the saltiness from your neck and then the sweetness from your chest. I engulf your breast with my mouth, licking the juice as it dribbles down to the blanket. I wrap my tongue around your fruity nipple, making sure I get all the juice. I lick the trail of plum juice over to your other breast. I lap the juice from your skin with the flat of my tongue. From the sensitive underside, around the supple curve of your breast and up to your shoulder; my tongue licks every part. My tongue slides over your nipple and I take it between my lips. I hold it and squeeze it and flick it with my tongue. All the while, you're squirming underneath me. My fingertips walk up your thigh to the hem of your shorts. Then I slide my hand under your shorts and across your panties.
"Um, honey." You say, hesitantly. "I know this is a bad time, but I have to pee."
"No problem." I say as I lift my mouth from your breast. "Go ahead." And I continue to caress your womanhood through your panties.
You playfully pull my hand away and stand. "I'm not gonna pee my pants." You reach in the backpack and take out the roll of toilet paper and start to walk to a tree.
"Where're you going?" I ask.
"To pee."
"Why don't you just do it right here? There's no one here but us."
You look at me quizzically; trying to figure out if I'm joking or serious.
"No. Really. I wanna watch."
With a shrug of your shoulders and an "Ok." You walk back over beside the tarp. Then, hesitantly, you remove your shorts and toss them onto the blanket. And you do the same with your panties. Then you lean back on your heels and squat. I move closer, bringing my head inside your knees. I see the little "V" shape of hair (almost heart shaped). I see your swollen lips, full of blood from the excitement of my touch moments ago. I see your inner lips, glistening wet with your juices. Just as I raise my hand to part your lips with my fingers, I see the stream of your pee. I watch it as it shoots out from between your lips and spatters on the grass. I am mesmerized by the whole thing. The stream stops and there is one little drop left hanging from your still swollen lip. The sound of tearing tissue breaks my stare. But before you can do anything, I take the paper from your hand. I raise it until the tiny drop disappears as the tissue absorbs it. Then I press it between your lips. I wiggle the tissue to ensure all the errant moisture is absorbed.
I pull the tissue away and drop it to the ground as a smile grows on my lips. I raise a finger to your sex. I slowly press it between your lips and then inside you. You gasp at this unexpected pleasure. I slowly pull my finger out. Then I slide it back in. As my knuckles press against your lips, you push yourself down against my hand. I pull my finger out again, then slide it back in. Now you are raising and lowering yourself on my finger as I push it in and pull it out.
Your mind is racing. You've never had an audience for your pee. Sure there've been people in the bathroom when you were on the toilet. But no one has just sat and watched you pee. There was no touching but you felt a physical touch from my gaze. I was looking at your sex and it was not sexual. But it was. Just knowing I was watching you pee was arousing. Should you feel guilty? Should you feel embarrassed? Should you feel violated? You weren't sure. But what you were sure of was that you were aroused. And that when you were done you would love me so good! But you didn't get the chance. Because no sooner had I wiped you then the tissue was replaced by my finger. And since you had been thinking about it, you're body just started moving, even though it was my finger and not my manhood.
You pulled yourself completely off my finger. "Get up." And you rolled me over onto the blanket. Your hands flashed over my shorts and you had them unfastened before I could even lift my hips so you could pull them down. My erection slapped against my skin as you yanked off my briefs. You then took my staff of manhood in your hand and positioned your self over it. Then you squatted down on top of it. I lift my head and see clearly as you pushed down onto my manhood. The rounded tip of my head parts your lips. They separate and bulge where my staff begins to enter. Slowly, sensuously, you slide down my manhood. It's fascinating as I watch myself disappear inside you. You lean forward and slowly pull yourself off of me. Just as the head is about to come out, you lean back and take me inside again.
After a few more times, I remind you that neither of us have protection. You take all of me inside you as you sit in my lap with a thoughtful expression on your face. Reluctantly, you raise yourself off me, and sit between my legs. You curl your fingers around my cock and start pumping.
"Uh uh." I say, rising up on my elbows. "Come up here and sit on my face."
You crawl up my body, sliding your wet passion over my staff. You get to my chest and dangle your nipples over my mouth. I try to raise my head and lick them but you pull them up out of reach. You slowly scoot your knees up, bringing your passion closer and closer to my mouth. You position your sex right over my mouth and I stick my tongue out. You lower yourself onto my mouth until my tongue is inside you. You raise and lower your self on my tongue, riding it like you were riding my manhood just moments ago. I giggle as I hold you to me and moan as I run my tongue up and down your passion's center.
You lift yourself for a moment and turn around to face my feet, and then you put your sex back on my mouth. I suck your lips into my mouth one at a time. They're soft and puffy from your arousal. I tug at them with my lips and caress them with my tongue. I feel your fingers curl around my still wet shaft. You begin slowly pumping me with your fist. I feel you kiss the tip of my shaft and then I feel it surrounded by heat of your mouth. I feel your mouth rise and fall with your hand as you continue to pump me. I find your clit, your erect little love-button, and run my tongue all over it, front to back, side to side and all around. Your head bobbing on my staff causes your love fruit to press against my mouth. I follow your rhythm. As you take me into your mouth I lick and push my tongue against your clit. When your mouth comes up and your tongue strokes me, I lick my tongue down the length of your fruit, nearly to your anus. Together we lick, Together we suck. Together we love.
I feel you pressing yourself harder against my mouth. Now my tongue stays on your clit. I lick it; I push it, as you hump my mouth faster. Your mouth, too, is having the desired effect on me. As I feel the passion swell within me, I gently push myself into your mouth as you take me in. Faster and faster your hand moves up and down my shaft with your mouth. Faster and faster my tongue licks your clit as your sex bounces against my mouth.
"I'm going to cum!" I try to say with my tongue on your clit. I want to give you warning to pull your mouth away. I hear and feel a muffled "Mmm hmm" and a moan or two as you keep sucking away.
