"Hi, Vikas," somebody called out.
Hearing my name, I turned and saw an old friend from college. I broke into a smile and said, "Hi, Ram, How are you? What brings you to civilization?"
My friend Ram was a forest ranger and rarely came into town. He was in charge of a beautiful nature reserve set up by the government to protect several bird species. He grimaced. "You can keep your civlization," he said, "too crowded and too noisy!"
We went to the local Chai shop and over cups of tea and samosas, caught up on old times and mutual friends. "Why don't you come down to the reserve for a weekend," he said. "I'll arrange a guest house right in the middle of the forest. Just don't forget your binoculars."
That Friday evening I left office early and reached the nature reserve by evening. Ram sent one of his forest guards with me to the guest house who made sure I was comfortable before leaving. As dusk fell, the forest sounds changed. I could hear crickets chirping and owls hooting. It was very peaceful and I fell asleep quickly. I woke up the next morning to birdsong. I spent the whole day roaming through the forest in my 4x4 and again by evening I was exhausted and fell asleep quickly.
The next day I woke up to birdsong again feeling very contented with life. If I had known that I would have the best sex ever that day, I would have been even more happy but how was I to know that?
I dressed up in khakis, wore a hat to protect my head from the sun and set off in my jeep. After a couple of hours, I felt hungry and stopped the jeep and took out my sandwiches. As I was munching them, I noticed a bush ahead of me shaking wildly. Curious, I hung the binoculars round my neck and quietly walked to the bush. I peered through the branches and got a shock. I was expecting some animal but instead it was a young woman, about 19 or so. She had tied a rope round a thick branch and was trying to break it.
I knew that the local tribal people were allowed into the forest to collect dead wood and sell it in the local villages. I suddenly realised what the woman was trying to do. She was going to break the branch and hide it somewhere in the forest until it dried up and then take it out as 'dead' wood! This was definitely illegal.
I stepped through the bush into the clearing with a stern expression on my face. I wanted to tick her off and send her on her way but suddenly I was tongue tied. As was normal practise among the poor tribal people, she was not wearing a bra or blouse. Her breasts were ripe as melons and jutting out proudly from her chest. She was a bit short and she had to look up to see me in the face. When she saw me, she dropped the rope with a guilty start and looked at me with fear.
She thought I was a forest guard! She turned and tried to flee but I quickly reached out and grabbed her hand. I had never done anything like this in my life but her guilt and fear and her state of undress changed me. I pulled her towards me and she stood facing me, her head hung and hear chest heaving. Her breasts were moving enticingly up and down. I dragged her towards the jeep. She struggled but I easily held on to her. I threw her in the jeep and quickly started it and drove towards the guest house.
The girl must have thought I was going to arrest her and she was crying. When she saw the guest house with nobody in it, she was puzzled and stopped crying. I grabbed her hand and dragged her into the house and shut and bolted the door. I looked at my captive. She was short, about 5 feet, slim and had a well toned body from all the hard work in the open air. She would have been beautiful but for her flat nose. She wore a wrap-around skirt like a sarong and I grabbed at it and pulled. It unwrapped itself and soon she was naked. She looked around wildly and tried to run but I caught her hair and pulled her back. I held her hair in a fist in my left hand and with my right hand I started squeezing her tits.
They were lovely - very firm and atleast a 'C' cup - not that they had ever been constrained by a bra. Her nipples were big and stood out from dark brown aureolas. I pinched one nipple in my fingers and she started screaming. I tightened the grip on her hair and back handed her across the cheek. She fell silent. I didn't have any fears of anyone overhearing us, but I didn't want the distraction of her screams.