1 comments/ 25463 views/ 3 favorites Wildlife By: deathlynx The hike had been invigorating. He wasn't usually one to walk for any reason other then transportation but hiking deep into the woods, talking and joking with his friends really got the blood flowing. Maybe it was the companionship which made the time pass quickly. Once they got to the chosen site everyone put down their bags. It was a warm night and the weather channel called for clear skies so no one bothered to set up tents. He took a couple of quick drags from the offered joint then went off to collect firewood for the evening. The whole night was designed to be an impromptu slumber party, a group of friends smoking, drinking and hanging out as suited each best. He had volunteered for firewood duty since he knew the rest would head immediately for the cliff. There was a rope swing there and they would be diving and swinging off of the cliff into the water for a little while before they settled down to swimming. He didn't like heights so he declared he'd meet them at the base of the cliff later. She surprised him when she followed after him rather then the group. He'd met her of course but he didn't know her well. So far as he knew she had no problems with heights. They didn't speak as they collected twigs and branches of varying sizes. He took his time, sneaking as many glances as he could. She had a great body. Her tight clothing accented her suggestive curves perfectly. He wasn't certain but he was pretty sure she was wearing either underwear or a suit underneath. He couldn't see any straps or lines but neither the distance nor angle was working in his favor. She was reaching for something on the other side of a boulder. She leaned forward some more and suddenly he was staring at her perfect ass. He could feel his heartbeat. She was straining to reach whatever it was and one knee came up to better brace her outstretched weight. As her knees pressed against the rock his heart began to race, her pants tightened further, the seam sinking slightly into her recesses. He was looking straight into her soft crotch. He managed to gather himself quickly as she shifted backwards over the rock revealing a log for later in the night. He was glad he was wearing jeans as they would conceal the bulge that had formed while he watched her work. They returned to the bags, piled all of the wood off to the side, and headed down the path to the base of the cliff. Some of the group were already there, sitting on the rocks and passing around another joint. It didn't take too many hits before he began to feel the sensitizing effects of the drug. He hadn't noticed her slip into the water as he'd joined the circle but when he looked up her head was bobbing in and out of the water and her jeans and shirt were draped over a nearby rock. It was beginning to get dark so he figured he should get in some swimming before the sun went down completely. He left his own jeans and t-shirt on the rocks and jumped in wearing the suit he had prepared underneath his clothing. It might not be much different from normal boxers but it would dry out much quicker. The water felt incredible against his skin. He was treading water watching the shadows thicken when something brushed past him between his legs. Blood began to flow instinctively to his member as over working nerves imagined the possibilities. He began to wonder what kind of fish resided in the large pond. Whatever it had been hadn't been very long, but he thought he felt it extend nearly straight down to his feet. He looked up, across the surface to the rocks where the clothes were, to see her emerging from the water. Rivulets poured down from her short hair, across her shoulders and down her back. They merged once again, following the contours of her butt, to run down her legs. He could now see she was wearing a bra and string bikini set, but he was once again too far away to tell if it was a suit or underwear and it was now too dark to even tell their color. Now he was very glad most of his body was under water when he swelled up. He waited, hoping it would shrink to a manageable level, and watched her gather her clothes, throw a towel loosely around herself and turn back to him. One hand dragged upwards through the air imitating the brief feeling that had passed him in the water. She winked and waggled her fingers at him, waving 'goodbye'. As she bounded up the slope he was reminded of the nymphs of legend, coquettishly skipping away from their pursuer. He released the breath he had been unaware he was holding. He was certain the pressure and warmth flowing deep in his body had little to do with the earlier smoking. He swam back to the shore and quickly toweled himself off. He looked across the water in the bleak light and, seeing no one quickly removed his suit before putting on fresh underwear and the rest of his clothes. Easily he followed the path back up the cliff, even in the dark. At the top he spotted the campfire roaring to life. He wandered over to the group to join the party. As he smoked he quickly put the earlier encounters out of his mind. She was now just another member of the group. After a few hours things began to calm down. He felt a tug on his sleeve and turned to see her sitting next to him. In the flickering light he saw her eyes flit in the direction of the pond a couple of times. He nodded slightly, unsure what exactly was going on. The glance she returned to him was slightly frustrated and stern. She then directly turned to look once again in the direction of the pond before looking back at the group smiling and laughing. He took the hint. He got up and went to retrieve his suit only to notice her coughing intensely. When he shrugged and turned back towards the pond her fit quickly subsided. Once away from the fire his sight quickly adjusted to the moonlit night. He followed the trail back down to the shore, stripped off his jeans and shirt once more and swam out, this time in his boxer-briefs. He felt the already comfortably tight fabric cling to his form the instant it got wet. He swam out to a boulder jutting from the water about a third of the way across the pond. He climbed onto its wide, flat top and rolled over to watch the stars. After a few minutes watching their transcendent beauty he heard a gasp. He looked around, scanning the water, but couldn't find the source of the noise. It had sounded close, but sound traveled well on still nights. He looked to the cliff, only to discover that the rock wall, capped with trees, blocked most of the view to and from the top. The water rippled here and there as the wind kissed it, reflecting the moon at odd angles. He smiled as he leaned back to once again watch the sky. Suddenly a hand traced its way up the inside of his leg and reached out to cup the fabric clinging to his manhood. It happened so quickly he didn't even have the time to look down before she was pulling herself onto the rock. Her hand pressed against him slightly despite her attempts to only use her other limbs for lift. Her hand, the pressure, the recent smoke and his lust for her all conspired against his intentions causing his member to push back. She leaned back as her eyes widened slightly. A smile spread across her face. She half-sat/half-lay on her side as her other arm reached up to grab his hands and hold them in place behind his head. She leaned against that arm simultaneously perfecting her balance and making it his freedom impossible without serious effort. They both knew he could use his size and strength to force control anytime he chose, but they also both realized that would destroy the situation. He moved his head to look into her eyes only to discover her hungry gaze between his legs. He had grown further and was now being restricted by the soaked fabric rather then merely emphasized. He let her contemplate his organ and used the distraction to firmly etch her own body into his mind. She to was wearing underwear rather then garments designed for water. Her bra clung tight to her breasts. His eyes were continually drawn back and forth between her cleavage, still dripping water, and nipples hardened by the temperature difference between the cool water and warm air. Blood rushed once more between his legs. Her hand moved from cupping his crotch to lightly gripping his shaft through the fabric. His eyes were drawn briefly back to her face as he noticed her hungry smile become far more feral. Most of her fingers released him as she tested his width with her thumb and finger. Her gaze became even more intense as she returned to gripping him fully. Realizing she was mesmerized he allowed himself to wander down her body slowly. From the breasts her body narrowed slightly into her not-too-skinny waist. Her smooth skin flowed back out into full hips. From here his eyes were drawn inward along the string of the bikini. The two sides flowed smoothly together into a strip of lace only an inch and a half wide at the top. The fabric traveled a few inches, narrowing slowly, until it was only half an inch wide where it sank between her legs. Through the lace he could see the faint form of her lips, separating slightly as they reached the unseen depths between her legs. He knew only the slightest shift in her position would allow him to view her clit through the damp fabric. Blood pulsed into his organ at the vision. Her hand gripped it more firmly in instinctive response. She leaned towards it, her need taking control of her body. The shift in weight did not allow him to see more, having the opposite effect. The weight removed from his hands allowed him to lean towards her, inching his head towards her breast. Quickly she realized the necessity of reigning in her primal side and shifted her balance once more to prevent his movement. He finally locked eyes with her. Need was pouring from those eyes. She was as desperate to consume him, envelope him, as he was to have her. She quickly broke the connection, whipping her head to look at his lust once more. A smirk raised one side of his mouth. She did not realize that she was no longer in control, despite his physical restraint. He looked between her legs and was rewarded with a glimpse of her clitoris, swollen with sensation and need. His tongue licked dry lips in a subconscious gesture. She began to slowly raise and lower her hand, dragging his wet underwear and remaining loose skin over nerves already super-sensitized by the marijuana. He shuddered in pleasure as he looked back to her face. Her lips had pulled back revealing teeth clenched in concentration against her own instinct. She maintained a torturously slow pace. It was time for him to get what he wanted. He tried shifting his legs. Instantly her leg shot out and covered his keeping them still. His shoulders and chest twitched. She leaned over, never taking her gaze from her ministrations. Her supple breast pressed against his chest sending fresh warmth throughout his body. He was now fully hard as, he had rarely been before and never with another. She realized only the fabric would move under her hand and removed the obstruction. His shaft stood straight, glistening from the water in the moonlight. She gasped as his full size was finally revealed. He could no longer see her face but she was practically radiating primal need. He bridged his head and neck. As he intended she interpreted this as an instinctive attempt to shift away from or into the terminally slow message. She shifted once more, removing her hands only briefly in order to straddle him to immobilize his body. His mouth reached out and sucked her tender lust in. She realized her miscalculation too late as her body shook at the sudden shock of pleasure racing through it. She doubled over forward as her unexpected muscles reacted to the new sensation, her hand flying from his and onto his hip while the other merely gripped his manhood tight. The new position shifted her hips backwards and down, onto his waiting mouth. Relieved from her grip his hands found her hips and pulled her closer. Her body shook as she moaned. She tried to regain control by messaging him quicker and harder. They were fighting a friendly war of control by using the other's pleasure against them. With her muscles still responding wildly to his mouth pulling at her covered need her ability to stimulate him was greatly reduced. A look was all she needed to see her own actions were too spastic to regain the advantage. She realized she was losing a moment before one of his hands deftly slipped her panties aside. As he sucked her slowly in he allowed his teeth to drag across the top of her clit. He held it in and began to press and flick his tongue across, over and around her most sensitive nerves. Desperate to gain at least a partial victory she released her hand. Her lips slid around the tip then down to cover its entire head. She relinquished herself to her squirming muscles causing her mouth to lift and drop minutely stimulating only the most sensitive ridge surrounding the head. His rhythm faltered slightly as a moan finally escaped his lips. He could feel the conflict bringing them closer together as they brought each other closer to climax. They were attempting to spur the other to greater passion as much as they were attempting to torment each other. One hand slid around her wonderful hips and across her soft butt until it reached between her legs. He slid two fingers quickly in, searching out the most tender spot deep within. Her responding moan was muted only by her own actions. The vibration of her voice sent a shudder as great through his body in response. She hummed tunelessly, having immediately figured out how to up the ante. A finger, from the hand holding back her clothing, slid forward and began to trace a spiral inward around her rear sphincter. Her mouth flew open and her head pulled back as she tried to inhale. Pure ecstatic sensation had driven the breath from her lungs. Her body shook. Slight asphyxiation mixed with pure endorphins flooding her very blood with an inferno. Her hips were betraying her and pushing against him, adding pressure to his mouth, adding power to his fingers. Her womb felt ready to explode. He knew he had little time left when he switched to his last effort. Fire raged through his body and he had felt the tip she lightly kissed and prodded building to eruption. That was why he risked her displeasure by reaching for frequently taboo areas. Feeling her response he knew he had her. The finger messaging her muscles began to gently penetrate her rectum. She let out a squeal. She was trying to keep quiet in order to avoid the detection of their nearby friends. Her tender cream was flowing freely over his mouth and onto his beard and cheeks. The inferno consumed her as she felt her loins release to him. She refused to allow him a complete victory. Her head plunged down even as her first scream was ripped from an overwhelmed body. She used his hard form to mute her voice, pressing her lips as far down as she could, contacting his base and pushing even farther. She was forced to press all of her weight against his hips in order to keep him from bucking deeper. Her own hips dropped backwards pressing his head against the rock. He was now completely immobile. Sensation was a tidal force, tugging at her soul, pulling her away from consciousness. Her weight pressed his lips tighter around her. Her head bobbed up and down desperately. The world was shrinking. Every breath was lost to a scream sent pulsing straight into his groin. Now she could only feel her lust in his mouth and his in hers, the rest was numb with the power of the continuous orgasm. She had lost track of most of his manhood when she felt the tip twitching in the back of her mouth. She smiled and threw her head as far forward as she could. That far back she was able to allow him to erupt straight down her throat, avoiding the gag reflex by overshooting it. He inhaled at the fury of his own force, bringing her harshly into his mouth. She was pushed over the edge. She managed to struggle against the blackness long enough to suck him deeper, drawing out the deepest held seed. His head flew back, his eyes losing focus. The deepest pleasure she had ever known consumed her as she passed out. Wildlife Damn, it was hot! There I was, sweat running down my forehead and half blinding my eyes, rendering the levelling staff a hundred yards away almost unreadable. I wondered whether it was worth it. I wondered whether the new community centre would ever be actually built. Whether any of the little Kenyan kids sat there quietly observing me would ever sit in a schoolroom on this site, anymore than the proposed medical centre would ever receive any patients. Not my decision! No. All I could do was survey the area to find the best position, and take the information back to our office in Nairobi, and let others see if the promised funding from some benefactor would actually appear. Damn, it was hot! "Friday," I called out to my driver/chainman/general assistant and source of all information. "That's about all we can do here. Let's go down towards the river and check we've got the falls to get the drainage in." "N'dio Bwana," he grinned at me. He always grinned, never just smiled and I don't think I'd ever seen him look unhappy. He was from the Luo tribe and born and still lived just outside Nairobi, and his English was much better than my Swahili, but we'd fell into the habit of speaking to one another in a mixture of the two. Yes, I spoke mainly English and he used the same language with the odd Swahili word thrown in. "It'll be cooler down there Bwana," he informed me, as he helped me pack up the surveying instruments and load them into the back of our Land Rover, and a few moments later we were bumping along the dusty track they called a road. Friday was happily humming away some unrecognisable tune, as he casually navigated the vehicle round the huge potholes, while I wished we'd waited for the newer Land Cruiser to come back from it's service, and the air-conditioner that it had fitted. "Where did you get to last night," I ribbed him, well aware that he hadn't slept the night at the company guest house that we'd been staying in." "The local girls up here in the northern provinces are renown for how pretty they are Bwana, pretty to look at and pretty available." He told me laughing aloud at his own little joke. "I can vouch for the former," I smiled back over at him, having seen quite a number of quite beautiful young African girls around the village." But I'll take your word for how available they are." "You're sure Mr Mike?" he tried to tempt me. "I'm sure Friday," I assured him. "Memsahib Connie wouldn't be at all pleased." Memsahib Connie wasn't actually my wife yet, but I felt that maybe we were working towards it. She was a Swedish volunteer working for an aid agency, and we'd been going steady for most of the two years that she'd been out there. Tall blonde and svelte, and typically Nordic, I'd been lucky to snatch her before any of the other randy expat guys. With that, Friday slid the Land Rover around a huge baobab tree, and screeched to a halt. "Here we are Bwana. Let's set up here." "Shouldn't we be a bit further down Friday?" I queried, but he shook his head, leapt out, and started to unstrap the theodolite, which we would be using first. "Right Friday," I murmured, grabbing the tripod. I was the boss, but I'd learnt that sometimes it paid to follow his judgement. If he was wrong then I'd bollock him and he would hang his head low, and then laugh it off. It was, I have to say, a good working relationship. A few moments later and I'd had a chance to have a quick look around. We were stood on a small clump of raised land, surrounded by bushland, with a run of trees going down to the river. It was beautiful, idyllic. It was like something out of one of those safari films, where the countryside seemed just too perfect to be true, and it was then that I realised the Friday had disappeared. "Friday," I called out wondering where he'd got to. "Bwana Mike," he called to me softly. "Down here. Come quickly and don't make a noise." I knew from past experience that Friday had a knack for spotting wildlife, so I quietly slid through the undergrowth, dropping down towards the river, the tripod still slung over my back, making my way to where his voice had come from. "So Friday, what have you spotted," I asked in a whisper, hoping that it was perhaps a hippo, though it was more likely to be some antelope drinking. "Over there Bwana," he whispered back, pointing at a gap in the trees overlooking a short section of the river. "Move quietly. Don't disturb them. There's five of them." Carefully, one step at a time, I eased myself over to the opening, watching where I put my feet so as to avoid breaking any twigs or whatever and startling whatever beasts were just down there below us. By then I could clearly hear the splash of water and the odd noise that I couldn't quite place, but I knew in my heart of hearts that it was at last going to be a family of hippos, one of the few animals native to East Africa that I hadn't yet seen close up in the wild. I was also well aware that Hippos if disturbed could be very dangerous, so the last couple of steps I took extra caution, struggling to keep my breathing relaxed. And suddenly, there they were. Five of them as Friday had said, and they were just so stunningly beautiful. "Friday, you bastard," I called back to him, but keeping my voice soft. "I ought to sack you, you dirty sod." "Why Bwana," he replied cheerily, his eyes flashing with merriment. "Don't you like this sort of African wild-life?" "We shouldn't be watching them like this," I chastised him, but it didn't stop me transferring my gaze back to the five gorgeous young African girls bathing in the river, chattering away in some strange tongue as they splashed around playfully. "They're from the local village," Friday delighted in enlightening me. "They come here most days, so I'm told." "So that's why you bought me here?" I accused him. "Of course not Bwana Mike," he claimed, though I could almost hear him trying to stop from bursting out laughing. My God, they really were so damn beautiful. I'd been in Africa long enough to know that the tradition of young women to go bare breasted till they got married hadn't totally fallen by the wayside, so the two girls stood on the bank watching the others, clad in their colourful skirts were probably in their late teens. The other three, frolicking in the shallow waters of the riverbank, had no clothing to give me a clue, but the taught dusky naked bodies were clue enough for me. The women of East Africa are as varied as those of Europe or the Americas, and every young woman has, somewhere, a man who would consider her beautiful. Some might lust after the big bosomed, ample bottomed variety that abound in that part of Africa, but to the average westerner the slender, graceful girls of Somalia are the pick of the bunch, and this tribe definitely owed their genes to that country, its border only a few miles to the east. "Better than hippos?" Chuckled Friday quietly. "Somewhat different," I agreed cautiously, not sure what the local chieftain would make of a 'muzango' perving his tribe's young girls in the nude. "Certainly a lot prettier." "Look at that one Bwana," he whispered to me. "The tall one with the long hair." Wow! I'd spotted her just as he'd pointed her out, and she stood out even amongst such a group of lovely young things. Unlike the others her hair was long and straight, and she probably had the smallest breasts of the group, but the little that she had were perfect. High, tight and pointy, with large dark nipples that I could make out clearly even from where we were stood. To make matters worse at that moment she decided to start to climb out of the water, and with each step she exposed more and more of her trim naked dusky body. "Her name's Willey," Friday began to tell me, not taking his eyes off her. "She's ....." At that point Friday fell silent and when I looked round at him, his mouth gaped open, his eyes glaring wildly, the whites showing as if in abject terror. I spun round to see what he was looking at, and terror struck at my heart as well. There, not thirty yards away a full grown Lioness was creeping through the undergrowth, stalking the five girls, as they frolicked naked unaware that death was at their doorstep. To my surprise, Friday turned and fled, as the events rolling out there in front of me seemed to take place in slow motion, terror rooting me to the spot, unable to move a limb or even shout out some warning. It was then that one of the girls spotted the Lion crawling on its belly towards them, and let out a piercing scream. The huge beast, the element of surprise lost, rose up and began its charge and the girls scattered in terror. The two still in the river struck out for deeper water, one of the semi dressed girls leapt into the water to seek refuge and the other took flight along the river bank. The poor lost soul still climbing up the bank desperately tried to scramble up to follow her friend, potentially the worst mistake she'd ever made in her short life, and probably the last one, as the Lioness spotted her and with a gut churning roar, changed direction to attack her. She had no chance! I have no idea what made me do it, certainly not true bravery as I had no time to consider my actions, but yelling like a banshee, I burst through the bushes hiding me, dropping ten feet or more, and landing on my feet more by luck than judgement. I'm not sure who was more surprised, the Lion or me, as I appeared there no more than ten feet or so from her. Then I froze again, my rush of adrenalin drying up as the killing machine jolted to a halt and turned her huge head to stare at me and redirect it's target. Me! Oh Fuck! The shock of her first charge sent me sprawling onto the dusty ground, and as I tried desperately and instinctively to crawl away, I heard a roar from behind me and knew my number was up, wondering how much pain I would suffer till I no longer felt anything. When it came, the force with which the big cat struck me astonished me, its hot rancid breath enveloping me before its jaws clamped down on my back, one bite enough to tear my body open. The pain came, as bad as you could imagine in your worst dreams, but astonishingly I survived, at least for a few more horrifying moments. I didn't know it but the metal tripod still slung to my back prolonged my life for a few precious moments and when death is so near, those extra seconds are so important. The tripod caught up in the lion's jaws frustrated her, and she tossed her head in anger, throwing me bodily through the air like some discarded rag doll. Death was close now, and I'd had enough, praying that it would come quickly, but knowing that it wouldn't be painless. I screamed, not knowing if it was the first time, as the vicious cat bore down on me again, and took one of my legs in its mouth, the crack as the first of my bones snapped like a twig, audibly sounding out. This was it. Sad, when life had promised so much. Then another crack followed by two more, signalling clearly my demise, soon confirmed by the warm cloying blood that covered me and blinded me, as my chest seemed to cave in. They do say that your life flashes past you in your final few moments, but for me, it was the last glimpse I'd had of the beautiful young naked girl, as she'd emerged nymph like from the water. Then I died! --------------------- Heaven was an awful lot noisier than I would have anticipated, so I feared for where I had ended up, the cloying heat giving me some clue that it wasn't good. I had no idea how long I'd been dead, but the pain had gone and I felt that I was floating on air. Struggling to open my eyes, I saw that it was light and bright around me, and I even spotted several angels. I may have died, but as I fell back unconscious, I relaxed, knowing that I'd ended up where my mother would have hoped me to have come to rest. -------------------- My next experience of heaven was an unknown time later, and this time when I fought to open my eyes, I heard an angel sing. "He's coming to," she sang out. "Get doctor Hasim quickly." It took several days for me to accept that Nairobi hospital was only my own personal heaven, and not related to the one mentioned in the Bible. No matter. It was good enough for me. A few days later and I was able to piece together what had actually happened, mainly from Friday, who hadn't fled the scene as I'd thought. Thinking quicker than me, he'd rushed back to our Land Rover to get the rifle that we always carried, and the final three 'cracks' had not been my legs being crushed in the Lioness' jaws, but Friday shooting her at close range. The blood that blinded me was the lion's, though no doubt some of mine was mixed up with it. My chest being crushed was as she fell dead on top of me, and not as she tore into me in an eating frenzy. He'd saved my life, but they'd had to run to the village to get help to pull the dead beast off me, surprised and delighted to find me still breathing, though in a terrible state. Fortunately there was a private aeroplane in the air nearby which diverted and flew me back to Nairobi where they brought me back from the dead. Connie came to visit me regularly, but as the weeks went by and it began to look as if I may never walk again properly, then the frequency dropped off. In fairness we hadn't got round to discussing anything permanent between us, and a life with a cripple couldn't have seemed too attractive to such a pretty young woman. Rumours began to filter through to me that Connie had been seen out and about around Nairobi in the company of some Italian banker, though there was no evidence of them sharing a bed. I did the decent thing. The next time she came in, we discussed our relationship, without me mentioning what I'd heard, and I couldn't miss the relief on her face when I released her. That didn't stop her crying though and her tears were obviously genuine. Connie didn't stop coming to see me and in fact her visits from then on were far more relaxed. Didn't stop me crying though the first few times when she left, though it got easier as it went on. Two months almost to the day that I'd been admitted, I left the hospital in a wheelchair, was taken to the airport in an ambulance, and found myself flying back to the UK. The wonderful staff at Nairobi had done a fantastic job of treating the terrible, deep wounds that the lioness had inflicted on me, not the least of which was controlling the many infections that resulted from the bites and rakes of her claws as she attacked me. The wounds would heal but never disappear, and the severed muscles and sinews in my left shoulder, would rebuild themselves eventually to enable me to operate more or less as normal. My left leg however was a mess, and for some weeks it was thought that it might have to be amputated, a fear that fortunately was avoided, although reconstructive surgery left me with one leg an inch or so shorter than the other. OK, so I wasn't going to win any Olympic sprint medals in a hurry, but then I never was, and with specially made up shoes, I was able to walk out from the hospital with the aid of a crutch. The crutch was replaced by a stick eventually, and then, at last, I managed without that, though I never completely lost the slight limp. But me, Mike Kelly, was fully mobile again. The company I worked for were incredibly supportive, paying for special care and keeping me on the payroll. My story had made me a minor celebrity for a short while, and I was able to pay them back by attending various functions where lots of very impressive people seemed to want to shake hands with me. A few of the women were happy to do even more than that with a real life hero, and I even got to appear in a TV add! A bit tongue in cheek I asked if it would be possible to fly Friday over to the UK, so that I could thank him properly for saving my life. The big wigs informed me that Friday was too busy to come over at that point, as following the incident they had promoted him into junior management, something that he'd taken to like a duck to water. They then trumped me by informing me that they were sending me back to Kenya for a month or so, to tie up a few loose ends as they called it, though I soon gleaned that I'd became even more famous over there than I had been in the UK, and that my presence would be beneficial to a contract they were chasing. Fair exchange really! ---------------------- And so, ten days later, I found myself at Heathrow Airport, boarding one of those new fangled 747 Jumbo Jets, huge compared to the VC10's that I'd became used to on the BOAC flights on earlier trips. They may have been bigger, but they weren't a lot quicker, although on the other hand, they were an awful lot quieter and more comfortable. I could have got used to that! Waiting to pick me up from the airport was of course Friday, just like old times, except rather than the company Land Rover, he was driving his own Peugeot 504. Not a new one, but a huge step up from the motorbike that I fondly remembered him turning up for work in. Life had been kind to Friday in the year since I'd last seen him, and oddly he insisted on thanking me continually for his good fortune, when it was him that had saved my life, but, eventually we came to a compromise. I bought him a beer to thank him, and he bought me one back. Then I thanked him again, and he returned the compliment. That first night back in Nairobi turned into quite a party and as I met more and more people I knew, I realised how much I'd missed the place and the people. I didn't get up early the following morning. ---------------------- By then I'd become quite an expert at shaking hands and making the right noises. I'd also learnt to recognise when the women up for a bit more than that, and how to divert them politely when I wasn't ready. Hell, most of them were married, and Nairobi was a much smaller city then London. Less than a week in, and Friday was onto me to make that trip back up-country. Back towards the Somalian border area where all this had started. A few days and even more beers and I found myself in the passenger seat of a four-wheel drive with Friday again, just like old times. But this time it was an all singing and dancing Range Rover with air-conditioning and all the luxuries. The drive passed remarkably pleasantly, despite the time it took, and with one overnight stop, the pair of us found ourselves approaching the village, wondering what reception we'd get. We'd sent word, but who knew? I can only say that we were overwhelmed when we got there, and yet again Friday seemed to know more than he was admitting to. I thanked them for helping to save my life but was carried along on a wave of euphoria as they all made it very clear that I was some kind of hero, having saved the lives, according to folk lore, of at least twelve young women that day by wrestling the lion, or was it two of them, down to the ground with my bare hands. Twelve girls and counting in fact, due to the local beer that flowed freely during the festivities, and by the end of the night there was talk of some elephants being involved. That weekend, I never did sort out which five women were the ones that were actually there that day. There were a lot of pretty girls there for sure, but I hardly liked to ask them to take their clothes off to see if I could pick the original ones out. Not that the thought didn't appeal to me, and not, giving the mood everyone was in, they probably wouldn't have agreed. Anyway! The first night I was so drunk that I couldn't remember going back to my hut, and though I had vague memories of cuddling up to something very soft and pliable, I woke up on my own. Wildlife The next and last full day was a copy of the first, except the drinking was curtailed considerably. Whether due to us having drunk the place dry, or to good sense prevailing, I have no idea, but eventually we found ourselves gathered round the village meeting place, chewing the cud, or the African equivalent. "The Chief has a favour to ask you," announced Friday, with that grin that made me wonder what he was up to. "What's that?" I asked, unable to understand more than a few words of the Chief's conversations, though it had seemed so much easier when we were both pissed the night before. "He wants you to take his daughter back to Nairobi when you leave tomorrow Bwana." "When I leave?" I questioned him, wondering why he was speaking in the singular. "Yes Bwana Mike," he continued to grin at me. "I'm staying on for a few days." "And would these two ladies have anything to do with that?" I asked, glancing at the two young beauties that had been sticking close to him all day, one of which at least looked like one of the girls from the river. He simply grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "So this daughter," I questioned Chiefy, though I aimed the question at Friday. "Why is she going to Nairobi?" "To the University," Friday replied. "A student?" I asked, pretty impressed. "No. She works there," came the answer. "Where in an office? In the kitchens?" "Good cook," butted in the Chief. "Good shamba." That seemed to be about the limit of his English, but appeared to answer my question, so of course I agreed, wondering which of the two girls hanging even more desperately onto Friday would be sharing his bed that night. -------------------------- Evening passed to night and the embers of the fire began to burn down. Friday had disappeared without me noticing, as had both the dusky ladies. I made my excuses and made my way back to the hut they had allocated me, only noticing that I was being followed just as I got there. "Who's there?" I demanded, thinking it might be Friday. "It's me, Willey," a soft musical voice floated back to me. "We're due to leave for Nairobi tomorrow, and it would be better if we left before dawn and the sun gets too high." The hidden meaning behind her words was not lost on me, anymore than the mention of her name was. Willey! The beautiful young naked beauty that I'd been so entranced with back on that day. The long straight black hair, huge flashing eyes and those gorgeous firm little breasts. Oh yes, and those nipples. Oh yes. I remembered Willey. However it wasn't till she spoke again that it dawned on me that she was speaking English. Not only speaking it, but with a perfect, even cultured accent! "My father would expect me to greet you in the traditional way," she had said, approaching me out of the gloom, astonishing me when I realised that she was bare breasted. Traditional indeed! Taking my hand Willey led me into my hut, threw her arms around my neck and gave me the most wonderful and very un-tribal like open mouthed kiss. A kiss that would have knocked my socks off, if I'd been wearing them. "It is traditional also that young couples like us, spending their first night together, get to know one another's bodies, but refrain from having sex," She next surprised me with, though the prospect of even the former filled me with glee. Willey then slipped out of the small skirt that she was wearing, and stood there before me completely naked, smiling at me as she allowed me to take her breathtaking beauty in. Somehow my clothes were quickly shed, and the two of us entwined our bodies round one another, as we collapsed onto the simple mattress. I took her breasts in my hand and hers sought out my cock. "Oh God! It's been so long," she sobbed, which dismissed any notions that she might be a virgin, but that wasn't exactly a problem. "These traditions?" I enquired, as our fondling become more intense. "Out of date," my little temptress whispered back to me. "But maybe better not to tell my father." And so it started and so it went on, as Willey and I explored one another's most intimate places, not rushing to progress to the final intimate act. But we did eventually of course, and making love to her was nothing like I'd ever experienced before. It was like taking a young inexperienced girl, even though she seemed to know exactly what to do, guiding my erection into her awaiting warmth and purring like a kitten as I entered her. "Pole pole," she instructed me, reverting to Swahili, so 'slowly, slowly' I did it, as we both savoured the exquisite sensations as I pushed steadily in and out of her, her hips rising to meet each of my thrusts. Faster and faster as the pair of us lost ourselves in one another, till we were fucking each other in a frenzy. She was like a sleek, lithe, wild, black animal, constantly escaping my grip, as she moved around like a cat, first on top of me, and then underneath and then topsy-turvy, till I had a job to keep up with her. I've always been able to call the shots when I've been with a woman, but that night I would have been happy to admit to a draw, as we kissed and fucked and sucked and touched and stroked the whole night away. ------------------- Willey woke me an hour before dawn, and by the time I'd got dressed and exited the hut, the whole village seemed to have gathered to see us off. So much for keeping a secret of what we'd been up to! Even Friday and his mini harem was there. "My younger sisters," Willey explained, as if that explained everything, and then before dawn broke we were off, the first hour or so being driven in silence, my assumption being that Willey had fallen asleep after our physically tiring night. "Thank you for saving my life, my man," she broke the silence with, soon after the sun rose. "My pleasure," I answered, and I meant it. "How long have you been working in the University kitchens?" I asked a few minutes later, which bought a peel of laughter from her. "What's so funny?" "I don't work in the kitchens silly," she chastised me. "I'm on the teaching staff. I lecture in Geophysics." "But you live in that village," I retorted, thoroughly confused. "I was bought up there Mike, and go back to see my family regularly," my slender young companion went on. "I've got an apartment at the university and a BMW down in the garage." "Blimey!" I mumbled, now even more confused. "How on earth did you make that leap?" "How about a first degree from the university here, and a Ph D from Cambridge?" Willey teased me, taking pleasure at my discomfort. "Where do you think I got this accent from?" "Ah yes," I agreed. "I was wondering about that." At which point we both burst into laughter, then settled back into silence while I took the news in, wondering just where my life was heading at that point. --------------------- We could have headed straight back, but after Willey suggested it, we made a small diversion and headed for the Mount Kenya national park where we stayed at a tourist hotel, and it was a full week later that we found ourselves arriving back in Nairobi. We'd had a truly magic time, and got to know one another much better, both in and out of bed, to both our delights, discovering how wonderfully we suited each other. One surprise to me was how many people seemed to know Willey, at least one person greeting her warmly by name at every place we stopped, both local Africans and Europeans. I felt so proud of her. Felt like she was mine! "What now?" Willey asked when we got to the university, where I knew she lived. "Well I have to go and book back into my hotel," I told her. "But I hope we can get together tonight." "You don't have to," she said, somewhat disappointing me, as I thought we'd got on so well. "Maybe some other night then?" I ventured, not wishing to give up so easily. "No silly," Willey giggled. "I mean you don't have to book into a hotel. There's plenty of room in my apartment." "Two bedrooms?" I teased her. "Silly boy," she responded, taking my arm and dragging me out of the Range Rover. "Don't tell your company you're back yet. I don't go back to work for another three days." Suited me! -------------------- Reality dawned, as reality does, just a few days later when I was summoned into the regional bossman's office, where he reminded me that my position in Kenya had been taken over by a local guy, who I knew from what Friday had told me was performing very well. "We've got an opening in Dubai or back at the Paris office," he informed me. "Not normal that you get to chose, but you're not exactly a normal employee." "Nothing here in Kenya?" I asked, remembering Willey and the life we were putting together. "Nothing in East Africa at all," he replied, shocking me at how disappointed that left me. "When do I have to make my mind up?" "No hurry," he smiled. "The end of the week will do." Damn it! --------------- Willey took the news almost disappointedly well, almost as if she'd known before me. Which she had of course. "Take the Paris job," she instructed me. "I've got friends there." "But you're not there," I pointed out, unable to resist stroking her slim back and exploring her cute, tight bottom. "I've put a few feelers out Mike," Willey said a little uncertainly. "If you want, then I can get a job there fairly easily. Won't be at a university, but I fancy a change." "Just like that?" I queried in surprise. "I told you, I've got friends there," she grinned at me. "If you want me that is." Oh boy did I want her, and the following couple of weeks passed in a flurry of excitement as the pair of us said goodbye to a lot of friends, and then found ourselves back on the same 747 that I'd flown out on. A week in London to settle my affairs and sort out my new assignment, while Willey met up with some old pals from her days when she'd studied in the UK. A lot of her female friends seemed to be rather tall, pretty slim and extremely pretty. Maybe it should have clicked, but somehow it didn't. I have to confess that my job in Paris less exciting than the life I was used to, missing no doubt the freedom and adventure of working in Africa, where I'd been since soon after finishing my studies. Our social life however was something altogether different, not unrelated to discovering quite how my Willey had so many friends in the lively city. "Why didn't you tell me?" I demanded when she first informed me about the position she'd found for herself, just a week after we'd arrived in Paris. "I was amused that you didn't know honey," she told me stroking my arm affectionately. "It was rare to meet a man who hadn't heard of me or seen my photo in some magazine." "But a model," I stammered, my mind whirling. "I never put two and two together." "Why would you?" She consoled me. "I only did it to pay my way through university. I never expected to become so famous, but I saved enough to set myself up and get the job of my dreams in Nairobi." "But you gave up that dream," I pointed out. "I followed another one," Willey grinned. "One that I owe my life to." "But Willey ...." "But what?" "I love you." "Me to." ------------- The Paris job lasted just over two years, during which time I gathered a lot of management experience and a lot of brownie points from my bosses. Willey and I celebrated our marriage during the second year, the press no doubt disappointed that we kept it small and private. We left Paris a very happy couple and mainly due to Willey's return to modelling an awful lot richer. We left Paris with a lot of money in the bank and by the way, a whole lot more money that well off friends had promised for our new project that we'd started. A project that was close to both of our hearts. -------------- "B'wana Mike," Friday greeted us as he met us at Nairobi airport, even though Willey perhaps won a wider smile from him than I did. "Everything is ready. The minister is waiting to meet you." "Do we have to?" I asked meekly. "Of course," the two of them told me. One senior government minister and a lot of press people later, and we found ourselves on our way back to where my adventure had began, but this time in a privately charted plane. Yes, we'd moved on. Once there neither of could keep the smiles off our faces as we surveyed the partly built new community centre and school that our trust had funded, and the happy smiles of the villagers as they welcomed us back home. The trust that we'd set up turned out to be a great success, with Willey running the fund raising side, and me sorting our the actual projects. Many people were impressed that they could actually trace where their money had gone, and it turned out to be the first of many schemes that Willey and I undertook, and yes with Friday working alongside us. That first night back we celebrated with Willey's family, which now included, not surprisingly, Friday as my new brother, though I still wasn't sure of which of the two he was married to. "My father would expect us to act in the traditional way on our first night as a married couple in his village," my lovely wife informed me seductively as we eventually made our way back to the hut allocated to us for our stay, the same one that we'd first made love in. "What would that be?" I asked, wondering what she had up her sleeve. "Use your imagination," she giggled, dragging me inside. But that's the end of my story, so you'll have to use yours I'm afraid. ++++++++++++ I can actually vouch for how good Nairobi hospital is, or at least was thirty years ago when I lived and worked there. No, I didn't fight a lion, but fell down into hole in a hotel's garden, but they did look after me very well. I certainly used a level and theodolite when I was out there, but that night I had a glass of beer in my hand and a few others already in my tummy, so you may surmise why I ended up falling down the hole. The rest of the story, I can assure you, was all invented. WildLife To be young and uninhibited. Alena and Jed had both recently turned twenty-two. While they had jobs, neither thought of their current employment as a career. Therefore, they convinced themselves it was more important at the moment to spend some time living life than earning a living. They left their jobs, loaded Jed's old minivan and set out to tour the country. The road trip involved camping, hiking, biking and living cheaply. Seeing the back roads and the natural and manmade highlights of the country was educational and eye-opening. Sharing the intimate confines of the van and their tent was equally exhilarating and educational. Their youthful trysts were vigorous, creative and satisfying. While it didn't generate a deep and lasting love, the loving created a warm and relaxing bond. Six weeks into the adventure, the couple reached Yellowstone National Park in early September. The Crown Jewel of America's National Park System is a magical mix of geysers, waterfalls, pristine rivers, thermal hot pots, rolling meadows and primeval forests. Wolves, elk, antelope, coyotes and other wildlife call the park home. But, the most impressive residents are the large herds of roaming bison. The powerful animals are massive, hairy and wild. Majestic. If someone crosses the country and doesn't make a point to see these magnificent beasts, they should have their citizenship revoked. After several days hiking, seeing Old Faithful and the other impressive sights, the couple stopped in Hayden Valley. The valley is an expansive and largely treeless meadow sprawling along the Yellowstone River. The open vistas provide views of the ancient caldera and the endless western sky. While the nights had the cool bite of Fall, and even a hint of Winter, the bright sun at this elevation made for a warm afternoon. Alena had stripped off her fleece jacket and wore old cut-off denims, a thin white blouse and running shoes with pink tasseled anklet socks. The shirt was tight across her chest and the jeans were short, threadbare and comfortable. Jed wore baggy, tan cargo shorts, a pro football jersey and river sandals. Post Labor Day traffic was light, but there was a scattering of other cars in the parking lot of the roadside viewpoint. The pair relaxed in the van with cool drinks and a light snack of fruit and cheese. Hundreds of buffalos roamed across the rolling grasslands. A light breeze ruffled the yellow-green grass. The wind also carried the sounds of the herd: low guttural growling; the stomp of heavy paws on hard packed ground; the dust-stirring scratch of the huge beasts wallowing in large dirt pits. The sound rolled and resonated across the long grass prairie. Oblivious to the tourists, a number of the animals moved slowly toward the parking lot while munching the grass. Fall is mating time for bison and signs were obvious. There were displays of aggression as males tried to demonstrate dominance and attract mates. There was some head butting and jabbing with horns. Much persistent pursuit of females. A thick air of sexual tension hung over the herd. While the couple watched, one of the grand beasts reared up on his hind legs and mounted another. With his massive weight leveraged and his front legs pinning his partner, the bull started humping furiously. Some of the tourists, particularly those with children, turned away and left. Jed and Alena were riveted by the pheromone-driven and timeless cycle. They laughed and made snide remarks, but were riveted by the carnal display. The coupling was contagious, or just what buffaloes did during rutting season, as others followed suit over the next several minutes. Set against the captivatingly beautiful landscape, the animals seemed especially natural and wild. The usually slow moving goliaths moved quickly in their single-minded chase of a cow to separate her from the herd and to stave off competing males. A driving urgency was apparent. Huge dark heads were shaking. There was sniffing and huffing. Pure sexual desire. Not a bit of subtlety. A hot lecherous fire burned in the large brown eyes. Without realizing it, Jed and Alena were drawn in on more than an observer level. They watched with breath slowing and a subconscious warmth growing. Alena reached out and placed a hand on Jed's leg. They eyed each other. He leaned forward for a long breathy kiss on her delicate and creamy neck. They pawed playfully at each other as they continued to watch the creatures copulate. They were both aroused and became flushed. Their bodies generated heat and the sun stoked their passion. Just liked the animals in the meadow, Alena coyly resisted. Selective. Rolled to the side. He pursued. She pushed him off and climbed over the seat into the back of the van. He laughed and followed in a flash. Instead of lying on the mattress, they remained seated so they could continue to watch the herd outside. Jed pursued Alena with increased vigor. She responded in kind. A pair of bison ambled near to the van. They were too hormone obsessed to notice the vehicles or anything but their lust. The animal sounds of snorts and sneezes, roars and bellows wafted through an open window, accompanied by a musky fragrance. Twenty yards away, the bull bucked and mounted his mate. Alena gawked as the massive penis grew and penetrated. She gasped at the size and the fierce assault. The cow attempted to move, but was ensnared and accepted the deep thrusts from the piston-like rod. Jed was equally entranced and shifted from his polite groping to more aggressive mauling. He nuzzled her neck while uttering indecipherable moans into her ear. Oblivious of the other cars in the lot, he removed Alena's tee, clutched her breasts and toyed with her stiff nipples. Alena buzzed with excitement. Her hands went under Jed's shirt and she whispered encouragement. He ripped off his jersey and pulled her close. Their warm skin rubbed together and fueled their passion. Lips joined and libidos soared. She felt a wantonness in her core. As her hands roamed his skin, she grazed his groin. Jed's penis was stiff and straining. Outside, the herd was closer and buffalo pairs were humping furiously. Watching the primal scene, Alena squeezed Jed's cock through his shorts and felt herself moisten. When he opened her bra, her attention was momentarily diverted from the bucking frenzy outside. A flash of propriety made her scan the other cars. No one seemed to be watching them. Her inhibitions dissolved and she relaxed back into her randy bliss. Now topless, she pushed her excited tits against Jed's squeezing palms. Jed was panting with desire. He kissed her ear and his tongue licked Alena's nipples. When he said, "Their fucking excites you.", he was projecting his own feelings. He was often a gentle lover and sensitive to his partner's needs. But, the straightforward rutting of the beasts was stripping his own actions down to the basics. And, he could sense that Alena didn't need a slow build-up. She was writhing against him and burning. The couple usually made lots of eye contact in their foreplay. Today, they shared quick and horny glances of approval and affirmation to proceed. Mostly they stared at the animals and their attention moved from the coupling of one set to the next. It was both oddly voyeuristic, and somehow a channeling of a shared bestial sexual hunger. The ardent beasts and wilderness setting unleashed an atavistic strain in the young couple. Alena felt as if she was in an urgent estrus. She tore open Jed's zipper and clawed the shorts down his legs. Jed was a second behind in removing her shorts and panties. Now naked, their own pheromones mingled with that of the nearby buffalos. It was a heady sexual mix. Watched by the mountains, brilliant clouds and Ponderosa pines, they fondled and caressed. Their flesh mingled and excited. Their hands roamed and lungs heaved. The hair of their loins ground together in an incendiary fervor. Alena attacked his body and demanded, "Enter me now." "Not yet, my beautiful creature" Jed replied. With a dominant growl, he gripped her body and lifted her around so she was on her hands and knees. On all fours, she replied with a welcoming bay. Watching the bison romp and breed, Jed reached and fondled Alena's dangling breasts. Hard and eager to take her prize, his fingers climbed up between her thighs. His hips pressed against her buttocks. Needy body afire, her eyes were riveted by a ferociously copulating pair silhouetted against the ancient grandeur of the mountains. She reached down and moved her fingers along her swollen slit. Alena gave a guttural moan matching those from the throng surrounding the van. Jed splayed on top of his captured lover and rocked along her back. He grabbed a handful of her flailing mane. His distended cock slid along her haunches generating and sharing scorching intensity. Past words, Alena spread her legs and elevated her butt in eager invitation. Her spicy scent filled the van. They were both sex-fogged and animalistic. Carnal creatures pursuing their fate. Following the rough example of the nearby beasts, Jed found her steamy slit and placed his engorged penis against the opening. With no hesitation, he drove deep into Alena. It was no gentle push. He plunged with all the weight of his body and power of his muscles to meet an overwhelming desire. Eyes wide and tongue lolling, Alena grunted and accepted the thick shaft. Each deep thrust jolted her body and swayed her udders. The joined pair rocked and rutted to the ancient beat of lust and want. Like their shaggy neighbors, they were obeying innate and irresistible urges. The lovers reverted to a basic, irrational level. Their flesh ruled and their minds rode along. With his paws on her hips, Jed rammed inside. He flexed his shoulders and shook his head. His nostrils flared and slid along her passion sweat. As if she were a fecund cow in heat, Alena welcomed the fierce and hard mating. She relished the fullness that came with each deep penetration. Alena's spirit rose with unbridled lust. Stark and naked, their warm bodies molded together on the savage plain. Jed's hand massaged her fleshy mound and stroked her furry slit to push her toward climax. As he forced himself far into her sensual meat, her muscles squeezed and his panting increased. Staring out at the wild beauty, Alena arched her back and came in a feral gush and yelped a joyous bleat. Jed rode her and pumped her dripping gash. With a final push, his body stiffened and exploded. He jetted in spasms and squeezed her tight. They simultaneously roared a guttural bray. Spent, they collapsed onto the mattress. Hot breath panted. Muscles relaxed. Minds soaked in the mindless and beastly rapture. When some semblance of sanity returned, they hugged and kissed. Jed blurted that it was one of the wildest experiences of his life. Alena turned to see that some of the bison were still nearby and still pairing off. Then she saw that an official vehicle pull into the lot and a female Park Ranger emerged. The Ranger fixed her hat and approached one of the two other remaining cars. "Oh, shit." Alena muttered, shook Jed and pointed. They both scrambled to locate their clothes and pulled them on. They were barely covered when the Ranger started toward their van. Alena climbed into the front seat and Jed tumbled after her. They were both still flushed and breathing a little heavy. When the Ranger reached them, Jed lowered the window. The Ranger smiled, "Howdy, folks. You having a good time?" Jed smiled and Alena blushed involuntarily. The Ranger didn't seem to notice. "We just want to remind people to be careful and keep their distance from the bison. Sometimes, people forget they're wild animals. It's especially important this time of year when they are in heat. They only have one thing on their mind and are unpredictable." Jed gave a knowing, and almost lascivious, laugh. He nodded and said, "I fully understand, Ma'am. I was just telling Alena, there's no telling what can possess animals out here in the wild." Alena gave out a little snort. The Ranger gave them a strange look. She noticed Alena's mussed hair and half-opened and mis-buttoned blouse. Then, nodded and said, "Well, enjoy yourselves." Wildlife I am a photographer. Only an amateur, but quite a good one. I like to shoot wildlife. Trouble is, I also like my bed, which means I don't get out there in the wee small hours of the morning, hiding away until the early bird comes looking for his worm. I leave that sort of thing to the professionals. What I do is pick a nice day and a nice beach, preferably one off the beaten track so I don't have to worry about bystanders hurling themselves in front of the camera, or little kids running up screaming and chasing away a bird I'm about to shoot. Finding my nice quite beach I make myself hard to see and wait. Animals and birds will come out to play, even if it is the middle of the day. When I say I make myself hard to see, I'm not talking camouflage or hideouts. I just wear clothes and a hat that tends to blend in with the vegetation, then wait quietly. It's movement that draws the eye. One nice sunny Saturday I'd found the perfect beach for myself. There wasn't much actual beach, just a short stretch of sand, surrounded by a lot of picturesque rocks and a few stunted trees and some shrubbery. I nestled under a tree and set up my camera. If you knew I was there I was in plain sight. If you didn't the chances were that you'd overlook me. As the day wore on I got a few nice shots, including a couple of a sea-hawk just hovering in the air, waiting. Apparently nothing worth waiting for came along so he drifted away on the breeze. In the early afternoon I had an interruption. I was just sitting, waiting, when I heard a car pull up on the road. Five minutes later a young woman came traipsing down to the beach carrying a bag. I cursed quietly and thought about telling her to go away but, what the hell, it was a free beach. I looked her over through my camera. I have a very nice telescopic lens and could zero right in on her. A very nice young lady, I decided, with a happy smile on a pretty face and a very nice figure. I took a couple of shots, seeing the camera was already pointed at her, then settled back to see what happened. She had a camera in the bag. Quite a nice one from what I could see. Not a girl who wanted to point her phone and just click away. She pulled out a small tripod with flexible legs and set the camera up on a rock, pointing along the stretch of sand. Damned if I knew why. She was expecting penguins or seals to come ashore at this point? She knew exactly what she was doing. She stripped off her outer clothing, revealing a nice blue bikini. Pressing what I assumed was the record button on the camera she moved down onto the beach, not moving fast, which would allow the autofocus to keep track of her. She pulled a few poses and then headed back to the camera. She stopped it and pressed review, watching what she had. Satisfied that things were going nicely she went on back to the beach and spent the next ten minutes posing, doing mild acrobatics (quite nicely, too), and generally making a selfie movie of herself. Personally, while she was doing this I stuck to single shots, getting a number of nice pictures. I was about to get some even nicer pictures. She took off her bikini and tossed it to the side. Then she continued with her selfie movie. She cavorted and posed, did acrobatics, walked slowly towards the camera with her hands behind her back, everything she had being captured. She was giggling and having a ball. I was quite enjoying the show as well. A nubile young lady in the altogether was prancing around in front of me. What was there not to enjoy? I got some excellent shots, especially when she tried to do a couple of slow motion cartwheels. I suspect I had a better view of her than her own camera did. It was the breeze that brought the fun to an end. A wisp of grass blown against my nose and I sneezed. The young lady was doing a handstand at the time and she collapsed into a heap before bouncing up and looking around. I was easy enough to spot now that she knew I was there. "What are you doing, you pervert?" she yelled at me. I rose to my feet, stretched and ambled over to meet her. I had no worries about getting a closer view. "How long have you been here?" she demanded, one arm across her chest and a hand trying to cover her pussy. Why, I don't know. It's not as though she hadn't had it all on display for a while. "Me? Oh, four, maybe five, hours," I said casually. "I've been shooting birds and the occasional small creature that comes wandering past. I've got some excellent shots of a pink-tipped, red-faced, dancer. Rather a rare specimen, those, and I count myself lucky to have seen it." The reference to the dancer passed her by. Oh, well, she'd been told. "Why didn't you let me know you were here?" she asked, obviously displeased. "Ah, why should I do that? I was just sitting over there under the tree, in plain sight. I can't really be expected to get up and announce myself whenever anyone wanders past. People would think I'm a nut." "Well why didn't you say something when you saw I was taking my bikini off?" "Not only am I not a nut, I'm not stupid. If a lovely young thing wants to walk around the beach in the nude I'm not going to say anything to discourage her. I saw your camera. I assume that you're taking pictures of yourself." "I thought I was alone." She stared at me, finally noting that I had a camera. "Did you take any pictures of me?" she asked, sounding slightly shocked. "I did mention the pink-tipped, red-faced, dancer," I said, letting my eyes drift down to those lovely pink tips. Her jaw dropped. "You've been taking my picture? With me like this?" she shrieked. "Why not? I assumed you undressed for pictures. It just seemed reasonable that I get my share." "You can't just go and take my picture." "Yes, I can, especially when you walk up, stand in front of me, disrobe, and then do a lot of very nice poses. Some very sexy poses, some of them." "You delete them and you delete them now. I'm not having you take pictures of me." "Then maybe you shouldn't have posed for them," I pointed out. "I've got them and I'm keeping them. I can get some nice change from a couple of web sites for pictures like those." "You wouldn't!" "Ah, yes, I would. Some sites pay quite well for natural photos." "But, but, they're pictures of me. I don't want them on the internet." "No? What were you intending to do with the ones you were taking?" "That's my business," she snapped, blushing. "You get rid of those photos." "Are you prepared to pay me for them? Like I said, some web sites will." She looked as though she was going to blow a fuse. "That's blackmail," she practically spat at me. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said coldly. "I thought it was a simple business transaction. Forget I mentioned it." I turned to walk away but she grabbed at my arm. "No, wait. What about the photos?" I looked at where she was clutching my arm and she hastily let it go. "I don't think we should worry about them. I don't think it reasonable to discuss them if you're going to accuse me of blackmail. That is insulting and I deeply resent the insinuation." I was all offended dignity. "I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I didn't mean it that way. It's just that I don't have much money on me. Um, how much are we talking?" "Depending on where I take them I might get ten, maybe twenty dollars for them." "Ten or twenty? That's insulting," she protested, offended that I'd let them go so cheap. "There are so many nude pictures on the web," I said, spreading my hand in a helpless gesture. "Why should they pay when they get so many for free?" "Well, I can afford to pay you twenty dollars for them," she said, looking at me hopefully. "I don't think so," I said, slowly shaking my head. "I couldn't take your money. Your virtue, that's another matter." "What do you mean?" she asked, looking nervous and suspicious. "You have a very sexy body and somehow I doubt that you're a virgin. Why don't you guess what I mean?" "You expect me to have sex with you in exchange for the photos?" she shrieked. "Certainly not. I wouldn't be so crass as to ask you to. I just want you to agree to have sex with me out of the kindness of your heart and because you're feeling aroused from all your naked endeavours. Afterwards, out of the kindness of my heart, I would offer to let you reformat my SD drive, which would, incidentally, delete everything on the drive and make them unrecoverable." She looked rather shocked, poor girl. "You don't seriously expect me to agree to that, do you?" "I have no idea if you will or won't," I told her. "What I do know is that once I get my clothes off I'm going to take you over to those rocks next to your camera and bend you over them and take you. And take you most vigorously, I might add, because you're really a very nicely put together young woman. If, on the other hand, you don't want to be taken most vigorously, then all you have to do is say so and I will, reluctantly, get dressed and go away." While I was talking I was also undressing. T-shirt and singlet went by the way, followed by trousers and underpants. With that done my intentions were rather obvious. "I'm Bob, by the way," I said, gently touching her elbow and turning her toward where her camera was. (I wasn't figuring on having our little adventure on camera. That's why I was heading over to the rocks next to hers.) "I didn't catch your name." "Ah, Janet," she mumbled, not seeming to be sure of what to do. I wasn't trying to make her go where I wanted her. That would probably have been counter-productive, forcing her to make a decision right away. Instead I just ambled across towards her camera and the rocks and she walked along next to me. I saw her cast a couple of glances at me as we moved, checking out my equipment and biting her lip as she tried to decide what she should do. I kept things moving, not giving her time to decide. Reaching the rocks I patted a nice smooth boulder. "Why don't you put your hands here," I told her, acting as if it was a foregone conclusion that she would do so. The power of suggestion. She obediently leaned forward, hands on the rock, leaving her in a nice position for me to start. I ran my hand lightly over her bottom, murmuring sweet nothings about her lovely figure as I did so, letting my hand trail down and cup her pudenda. I started squeezing it softly and rhythmically, just giving her a little subtle encouragement. She took in a startled breath when I touched her there. "Ah, um, you're not really going to try to, um, have sex with me, are you?" she mumbled, turning her head to look at me. In answer I eased her lips a little apart, pressing my erection between them. "Oh my god," she gasped. "You are going to. You really are. Oh my god." Whether she was willing to let me or not she didn't say. She was however, quite wet and ready. I didn't take all the credit for that. I'm quite sure she found making her sexy little selfie movie was enough to start her juices running. Talking about having sex hadn't done anything to calm her down. I pressed forward, feeling myself starting to slide home. Janet seemed to freeze for a second and then she was responding, pushing back to meet me. I kept pushing forward and she maintained her push to meet me, and I slid neatly in, my groin pressing firmly up against her. She was muttering a few more 'oh my gods' interspersed with a surprised sounding, "You're doing it. You're really doing it." Leaning over her, my arms circled her, hands taking hold of her breasts. Figuring that if she was going to say no she'd have said it by now I put the final question to her. "I said I was going to take you vigorously. Are you ready for vigorously?" She turned her head, wanting to see me. There was a disbelieving look in her face. Then she nodded. "Vigorously," she said. That was a clear go ahead. I pulled back and then drove in hard, almost lifting her off the ground. It didn't seem to worry her at all. She was pushing back hard to meet me, taking my full length easily and with a nice degree of enthusiasm. She wasn't a virgin, that was plain, but I suspected that she wasn't all that experienced. Her passage was tight, clinging to me as I thrust into her, and she was responding rather more forcefully than I would have expected. I also found that as we progressed she became more voluble. She was shrieking and bucking under me, wailing, "Oh, oh, oh," crying out to god, wanting to know what I was doing to her, generally letting her feeling be known. If I had to condense what she was saying it would be along the lines that she was slightly surprised and in favour of what was happening. Personally, I was thoroughly enjoying myself. A tight pussy and an enthusiastic partner who was letting me command the situation. What more could I want? More time. It was the sort of experience you don't want to finish. That wasn't to be, alas. My own juices were bubbling and boiling, ready to burst forth and flood the area. Feeling I owed to Janet to bring her to the boil as well I picked things up, moving from energetic to desperate. I plunged in harder and faster than ever, feeling shock rippling through her as she struggled to meet my demands. She was working at it, determined to keep up with me. It was too much for her. I overwhelmed her with pleasure, and she screamed and climaxed. All I did was climax, considering in unmanly to scream my own relief. After that little effort we were both done, over, spent, and finished. If we'd had a bed we'd have collapsed onto it. As it was, Janet just leaned over that nice big boulder and I leaned over a nice soft Janet while I regained a modicum of strength. After a while I staggered back to where my clothes were and pulled them on. Janet, I was irritated to see, was recovering a lot faster than me. She seemed to develop an extra bounce in her step as she came up to me. (Still naked. Apparently she saw no reason to hurry into her clothes.) "Camera," she demanded. I passed her the camera, telling her where to go to reformat the SD disk. She did so with a smirk on her face. "Now please go away," she suggested, as she passed the camera back. Before I could say anything she shouted, "No. Wait." She gave me a very firm look. "Do you perchance have another SD card with photos on it?" she asked. "My goodness, Janet," I said affably. "It's a good thing you reminded me. I do have such an item." I fished the SD card out of its case and handed it to her. She exchanged it for the one in the camera and checked it for pictures. "Bastard," she said, smiling, viewing quite a few pictures starring one naked Janet. She quickly and efficiently reformatted that card as well. It occurred to me that I'd probably have a hell of a job recovering anything from those two disks. Still, it would be fun to try. "I am going back to my tree to watch for wildlife," I told her. "You can feel free to carry on with your movie." "No. I want you to go away. If you're still there you'll probably take more photos." "Probably," I said cheerfully. "That's why I came to the beach. Don't let it worry you. You can always persuade me into reformatting the disk again." I settled back to wait. Would she keep on with her little film or go home? Would she be willing to, ah, persuade me to reformat a second time? One could but hope.