Joseph Michaels had gone into the forest in the earliest hours of the morning, thanks to a normal call of Mother Nature. He had no intentions of going to far into the forest, but sometimes, the trees can play tricks on you.
Their guide had been telling them stories through out the trip how they could easily get lost in the rainforest. Joe, as his friends called him, had taken this trip with his college professor because he hoped that he might have a chance with her.
Dr. Elizabeth Mange was the most beautiful teacher on campus, but that wasn't saying much. Most of the professors at his school were old and decrepit. The women were all over 55, but Dr. Mange was only in her early 30's. She kept her body in great shape by working out regularly, and spending every summer coming down to the rainforest to try and discover new plant life.
That night, as the past 27 nights before, Joe had retired to his tent alone, with Dr. Mange still ignoring his advances. Joe had a hard time every day, following the doctor through the woods, watching her firm ass and shapely legs in front of him. She seemed to have packed nothing more than shorts that would have fit in a Laura Croft game.
The bottom of the shorts legs always rested tightly two inches under the V of her legs. Her legs were very toned and shapely at the same time. Joe spent each night imagining being trapped inside the pressure of those legs. He didn't know for sure, but he believed that any woman that was in that good shape probably toned her vaginal muscles, too.
Her abdomen was perfectly flat, not caved in, as most model's stomachs or having a little pouch, like some women who were skinny, but didn't go to the gym. Her chest wasn't that large, either. She didn't have the boyish figure without breast, or the porno-star tits that suck out a foot and a half from the body.
Her breasts were just a little more than average sized, but for a 31-year-old woman, they showed no sign of gravity's cruel work. During this entire expedition, she had worn only button down, short-sleeved khaki shirts. She never seemed to button up the top three buttons of the shirts, either, showing off ample cleavage.
Joe was the only student of hers that had opted to go on the expedition with her. Most of the class was young girls that thought of Horticulture 101 as nothing more than working in a flower shop. The few guys that were in the class, other than Joe, had the intent of flirting with those girls.
Once all of them had seen Dr. Mange, the guys had lost interest of the young girls. Joe, however, knew that he had a better chance with her, though. His mother and father, both florists, disappeared in these same jungles.
Joe figured he was far enough away from the campsite and prying eyes, and opened the shorts he was wearing. He then pulled his morning hard-on and released the stream of piss onto the nearest fern.
As his need to piss began to wane, Joe looked at the fern he was urinating on and noticed the fronds were reaching toward he urine stream. To see what would happen, he aimed his stream a little to the left of the plant. All of the fronds moved to where the urine was now hitting.
Joe aimed the last few shots to the right of the plant, just out of reach of the longest fronds, and watched they reached as far as they could to get to the urine splattering on the ground. At their furthest reach, the fronds couldn't reach it. What happened next shocked Joe, causing him to jump backward at the plants quick reaction.
Just before his stream of urine finished, the fern's fronds pulled back to the base of the plant and shot out with quick speed and force, causing the main stem to uproot the left side of the plant.
Joe stared, astonished at this plants movements toward his piss, and rapidly put his deflated morning iron away, leaving a stain on his shorts since he didn't shake off the last few drops left in his dick.
He bent down over the plant and noticed that it was still moving. This time, it was trying to push itself back up and replant its roots. Joe, with shaking hands, reached down and dug away a little soil from the roots on that side, and reached for them.
His intent was to gently push the stem downward, and push the soil back over the roots. When his fingers touched the stem, the roots quickly reached up and coiled around his fingers, the fronds wrapped around his wrist and forearm.
Joe didn't feel he was in any danger from the plant and continued his work, putting the plant back upright and spreading the soil over his own fingers and the roots holding them. He felt the roots loosen and let go of his fingers, giving him a chance to pull his hand out of the dirt.
The fronds, however, didn't let go so easily. Joe remained kneeling on the ground in front of the plant, trying to figure out how to release his arm without damaging the plant.
"Joe? Where are you?"
Joe recognized Dr. Mange's voice.
"I'm out here," he called back. "Doctor Mange, you need to come here and see this!"
"Keep talking, and I'll find you," she replied.
For some reason, Joe didn't feel he wanted yell out loud what had happened, and just started to sing a song.
It didn't take Dr. Mange to find him, and she noticed his predicament. She quickly pulled out a small knife, ready to the fronds that were wrapped around his arm.
"NO!" Joe exclaimed. "Don't do that just yet. You need to know what happened before you decide to do that."
Dr. Mange looked at him with an odd expression and leaned back on her haunches.
"What's going on, Joseph?" she asked, still refusing to use his shortened name. "How did you get wrapped up by a fern?"
