I woke the next morning as I felt Emmanuelle pull away from me, letting the cooler air hit my back. She quietly moved out of the lean-to and headed towards the forest. I watched her without moving but then got a little concerned about where she was going. It was dangerous to go out alone, especially into the woods. I hadn't run into any animals, but who knows what was in there. Wild boars or poisonous spiders could be extremely dangerous and both were possible.
I slowly extracted myself from Helena. My hand had again found its way to her cup her breast and she held me to it, obviously wanting my hand there. She luckily loosened her grip as I pulled away. Then I got up and followed Emmanuelle.
She made her way into the forest, looking around carefully, moving deeper and deeper until she found the small clearing that I had been in just last night. I had the feeling that it was her that saw me masturbating and that was how she knew where to find the clearing now.
She moved over to where I had stood masturbating and seemed to be looking around. She touched some of the leaves and tree trunks and pulled her hand back, smelling her fingertips. Her eyes closed showing that she clearly liked what she found.
I knelt down to make sure I wasn't seen as I watched her lean back against a tree and slide her hand into the front of her panties. She kept smelling her finger as her hand moved between her legs, obviously playing with her pussy. "Oh, fuck!" I heard her moan, just above the sounds of nature. "Yes, right there." I could feel my erection growing by leaps and bounds as I watched.
Her hand moved to her breast, squeezing it, pinching and pulling her nipples. She was softly moaning as the forest's morning sounds echoed around us.
"Oh, that's so fucking good," she whispered.
I then saw movement on the ground to the left, just entering the clearing. With the higher grass here, it was hard to tell what it was, but it seemed big. And it was moving towards Emmanuelle.
Emmanuelle suddenly stopped and looked down in abject fear. She tried to back away from it, but was held by the trees behind her. Slowly the head of a very large snake rose up from the grass. I'd never seen anything that size before. It's body had to be 4 inches in diameter. It's tongue was flicking out, tasting the air.
I have no idea what I was doing or thinking, but I rushed out of the woods towards them, yelling, somehow with a tree branch in my hand, and I struck at the snake. It quickly turned towards me and struck out at me, but missed. Not thinking, I'd rushed in too close and the snake coiled around my leg, holding me in place. I swung at the head repeatedly, but it was keeping just out of range as it's body continued to coil around me.
It opened it's mouth, showing it's long 3-inch fangs, but I swung the tree branch, keeping it back.
It's coils trapped my other leg, tripping me. I could feel the hard squeeze of its body, threatening to break bones. In pain, I struck at the body, a pointed piece of the tree branch piercing its skin. The snake moved its head closer, wanting to end this, but that only gave me an opening.
I hit it's body again and again and then suddenly swung, hitting its head. It was dazed as I hit it repeatedly. I had no idea what I was doing, I only knew I had to keep hitting it. The coils had moved all the way up to my stomach at this point and I knew that if they got any higher that I'd be a dead man. I knew it would crush my ribs and keep me from being able to breathe.
Time and again I hit it until I felt its coils finally loosen their hold on me. I moved closer to the head, hitting it again and again, too, until I was finally free of the coils. When I realized it wasn't moving any more, I was breathing hard, and looked down at the smashed head of the deadly creature. I'd killed it.
I stepped back and dropped the club and then felt Emmanuelle's body against mine as she hugged me tightly.
"Oh my God!" she said over and over as she kissed all over my face, holding her body against me in a tight hug. "I can't believe you did that! You saved me again."
After what seemed like forever, both of our hearts stopped racing and our breathing became normal, I was holding her in my arms, passionately kissing her.
"You know Helena and I would be dead by now if you weren't here," she whispered. "You've saved us so many times now."
"I'm gonna get us all out of this," I whispered back. "I promise you."
"I know you are." She stopped for a moment as if thinking about something, then looked at me a little embarrassed. "How... how did you know I was here?" she asked. "Did you follow me?"
"I... uh... I did," I said, a little embarrassed that I was caught. "I was worried about you going off by yourself." I thought she was going to be angry at me.
"How long were you watching me?" Surprisingly, she looked almost amused.
"Well... I... uh... it was just a minute or two..."
"Did you see me... you know... masturbating?" She smiled as if she knew I had.
"Well... yeah... I, uh..."
"That's ok," she said. "That's ok. I guess I don't mind. I mean... you watching me saved my life. Did you... you know... like what you saw?" I felt her abdomen press forward into my erection, making her smile. "I know this part of you did at least."
"It's a little hard to hide it, I guess," I admitted.
"We've noticed," she giggled. "I guess you like seeing us practically naked."
"You both have amazing bodies," I said. "Your tits are... especially nice."
She leaned back to show them. "You like? I got them in my younger years, when I was Gabby's age. My husband liked them a lot, too."
"I guess I just never expected you to have implants."
"Oh... kind of surprising for a 50-year-old, huh?" she giggled. "Well I wasn't always 50 you know. And I was never a prude. I used to be a stripper, which is how I met my husband. And big tits always mean big tips."
"Yeah... I can understand that," I smiled.
"I bet you can. You've been having these... problems... a lot lately," she smiled.
"Sorry... I really can't help it."
"It's natural, I know." She took a moment to see how close she was to me and slowly moved her hips so that she was grinding into me a little. "You know, it's been so long since I've felt something... a long time since I've even been kissed. After my husband died, I decided not to even date until the girls were grown and out of the house. That was 10 years ago."
"It had to be difficult."
She was breathing heavier now, pushing her hips into me, grinding into my erection. "It was."
