8 comments/ 43102 views/ 8 favorites The Crocodile Safari By: Pelios I'm Greta, a biologist by profession, and although I find the science of biology deeply interesting and rewarding in its own right, I would admit that it isn't ordinarily considered a glamorous field. There was one time though that I was assigned a job that was pretty entertaining, and maybe even a wee bit glamorous. Dr. Howard Barlow, a zoologist and I were sent by our government lab to investigate a large man-eating saltwater crocodile in a small fresh water lake in the Everglades. Our investigation was being led my Paul Kerov of Florida Fish and Game. It was Fish and Game's mission to discover why a salt-water croc would migrate, primarily over land to this particular backwater lake. Which is a little silly of course, gators and crocs wander around anywhere in mating season, generally heading in the direction of lunch and just hoping for some sex, too. It was all political baloney of course brought on by pressure from environmental groups. We had an escort of four police to "protect" us in our research. At least that's how the story would be presented to the press to keep the environmental groups off our backs. The real story went like this: On one corner of the lake was a budding tourist community and six people over the last year had died or disappeared. Of the two that died, they were definitely killed by a large croc. The locals called the monster Ol' Granddaddy. Basically, Howie and I were sent to find the future assortment of luggage, and the cops were here to kill it. Howie and I suspected that the four people that had disappeared had left for reasons of their own, but I suppose it is possible that the croc ate them. Howie is a shallow lecherous jerk for whom I hold no degree of attraction or even a tad of patience. I would never have consented to accompany this expedition really except I had a serious crush on Paul Kerov, the Fish and Game guy, and had been trying to capture his attention for over a year. Despite the presence of a luxury hotel at the tourist resort, we were camped two miles of shoreline away nearer the swampier area of the lake, allegedly the home of Ol' Granddaddy. We were quartered in tents, admittedly fairly large comfortable tents if anything in the Florida heat could be called comfortable besides air-conditioning, and as the only two women in the expedition, my roommate was Daisy Wilson, one of the police. Daisy had dark hair she wore straight and was pretty without being dazzling, a little taller than me, and something of an athlete. She had a azure color in her eyes that I really liked. She was friendly and we got along well, especially since there was nothing to do at night but sit in our tents and talk. The first night we were there, Daisy and I were unpacking and organizing the tent by the light of an electric rechargeable lantern. It was a pretty neat device with a spare battery, both batteries capable of being on six hours each, so if we were idiots, it was possible to have light all night. Daisy finished her organizing first since she didn't have any of the scientific equipment that I had been burdened with. I was still stacking and sorting that stuff. To my surprise, Daisy stripped down to her bra and panties and sat otherwise naked on her cot to watch me work. "Well, aren't you casual," I remarked over my shoulder. I'm as 'hetero' as women come, but I had to admire her muscular but still feminine legs. Even her breasts were a little larger than mine, and though taller than me, her graceful waist and wide, rounded hips, made her look more feminine than I did. I felt like a tomboy around her. Her straight black hair fell down to the base of her neck. My hair is even shorter than hers but a silky, sandy strawberry blond color. Where I had lightly tanned skin with a few freckles, she had a milky white complexion. Another glance over my shoulder caught sight of the dark vee of her delta, visible through her panties and I thought her degree of nudity was lewd, bordering on obscene. "Hey, that dark-colored cop uniform I wear is just too hot," she said with a lazy drawl, "and now I'm hardly sweating at all." She paused and then added in the same lazy voice, "I can see sweat on the armpits of your shirt, on your back and even a little in your crotch, so don't look down on me for having more sense than you, Miss Paragon of Science who sweats like a pig." I was wearing a khaki shirt and matching shorts and a brief self examination revealed her words to be the truth, and although there had been no rancor in her voice, I spoke a bit stiffly, "I may be a little warm but it seems little enough sacrifice not to appear lewd." "Lewd," she chuckled, "The prude sees lewd. Hey that Dr. Barlow of yours is a lewd man. What did you call him earlier – Howie the trouser snake? He's already asked me to give him a blowjob – said I had a sexy mouth. An hour later, he was telling me my round ass begged for a fucking." She paused and went on, "I guess it depends on what you mean by lewd. Some would say that your round bottom and sexy legs looked pretty lewd with that patch of wetness in the crotch. Maybe you been daydreamin' of Howie the trouser snake and your sweet little cunt is just drippin' with passion for him?" That remark was a little pointed since I was actually bending over in front of her at the time, so she was certainly getting an eye-full. Trying to keep the giggle I felt out of my voice, I replied tartly, "You southerners, you sound like you want to bend me over a stump and sodomize me." "It's not an unattractive idea," she admitted equably, "but I don't have the plumbing for it. You want me to pass a note from you to Howie? 'Cause, I'll be honest, if we have to spend a week out here with nothing to do at night, I might be the one bending over the stump telling Howie to bring it on. Probably doesn't have enough prick so's I'd notice though, and there I'd be, just bent over that stump, wishin' an' hopin'." I couldn't hide my chuckle from that notion not to mention her imitation of hick-talk. Daisy did have a genuine drawl but only affected the hick part for humor's sake. I couldn't hold back and went ahead and chuckled, "I'd have sex with Ol' Granddaddy before I would let Howie touch me. As for you, if you so much as winked at him, he'd come in his pants. Daisy, the more I'm around you, the more I like you," I straightened and rubbed my lower back. "I had planned to stay stupid for the sake of stubbornness, but I am so hot! I will directly join you in your lewd state of undress." "That would have been pretty damn stubborn all right," as she watched me unbutton my shirt. "If your crotch got much more drippy, I'd bring Howie in for a peek just to watch him spurt across the tent." "Well," I confessed, "There were other benefits besides stubbornness. I was enjoying calling you lewd, and I had great plans for calling you a harlot and a slut." I pulled down my shorts and ruefully noted that my panties were transparent with sweat. "And now I look like I've creamed in my own pants. Maybe you'll still give me an excuse to call you a harlot and a slut?" "Careful with that sexy talk," she drawled, "it gets powerful boring out here at night, and it is possible to improvise plumbing," she wiggled her fingers then stuck out a surprisingly long tongue and made a suggestive curling gesture with it, "And there are plenty of stumps in this swamp." Her eyes dropped suggestively to my wet crotch. "And I love the color of your snatch." I laughed out loud at her act, and then glanced back down to my crotch with chagrin; I could clearly see the color of my sandy red/blond pubic hair through the damp, nearly transparent rayon. "Do you think we could risk a quick dash to the lake and a quick rinse in the water?" Daisy shook her head seriously, "Aside from Ol' Granddaddy, there's other gators out there and they're all pretty unpredictable in mating season. The odds are we'd get in and out safe enough, but the odds aren't as long as I'd like and the consequences just too severe." She looked over my sweaty body and gave me a grin. Her grin brought out dimples I hadn't expected and made her look very pretty in the lamplight. "But we have four buckets in here that we could fill with water, and then pour 'em over each other with pretty much the same effect. Are you game?" I wiped damp strands of hair out of my eyes and felt a drop of sweat fall from the tip of my nose, I could also feel two different drops of sweat rolling down my tummy towards my already soaked panties. "Hell yeah, Daisy. Let's do it!" We put on flip-flops and hurried out of the tent, each of us carrying two buckets. After filling them at the lake, I whispered, "Where?" We were too much in the open at the beach, and any of the men could come out of their tents at any moment. Seeing us like this would put them in a sexual frenzy for a week. With a jerk of her head, she indicated I should follow. She led me to a small moonlit clearing just a couple of dozen yards from the back of our tent. "You must have planned this," I whispered. I could see the gleam of moonlight on her teeth as she grinned, "Not my first time being stuck out here on one fool errand or another." She whispered back. We sat our buckets down, except one that Daisy held out to me, "Pour about a third of it over my head." I held the bucket high over her head and tipped it. She turned her face upward as I poured and ran her fingers through her hair as if shampooing. I stopped pouring as I calculated a third had gone. She gasped softly at the coolness and whispered, "Oh sugar, right now that felt even better than sex." She grasped the tops of her bra and pulled it outward, stretching it to make room for water. "A little more in here." I poured until she sighed, "Enough." Then she stretched out the front of her panties and, "Just pour the rest in here, honey." I poured and her panties bulged with water and slowly subsided it as it ran out the bottoms over her legs. "Now get another bucket." I picked up another one, and to my surprise, she turned her back to me, bent over nearly double, pulled her panties part way down and spread the cheeks of her ass. "Right in the crack, slow and easy," she whispered to me from under her armpit. I was embarrassed from this view of her, and not just the obscenity of a woman spreading her bottom for me, but I was also a bit piqued at myself for admiring the view. But my mind easily made the adjustment of how delicious it would feel, and I obeyed in every particular. "Stop," she whispered and pulled her water-loaded panties back up, letting out a sigh of contentment as the excess rushed down her legs. Then she had me pour a little on each armpit, which she scrubbed with her hands. Finally, she had me pour the rest over her head again as she turned this way and that to let the water hit her in various places. Out here in the wilderness moonlight, her pale, shapely nudity cut an erotic and beautiful image that I couldn't help but appreciate and admire. Women are incredibly sexy, I thought, wondering if I had ever noticed that before. Then it was my turn, and she directed me with whispers while she exactly imitated what I had done to her. And she was right! The coolness of the water running over my body in the heat of the night was as pleasurable as sex. I quickly felt unselfconscious and free despite the sinful degree of pleasure that Daisy's bathing me provided. I didn't even mind bending over and spreading my ass in front of her so keen was my anticipation for the cool water. After the last drop of water fell on me from the last empty bucket, Daisy looked me up and down, "Sugar pot, out here in the moonlight, you look like some primal sex goddess with your body glistening like a holy glow. I never saw anything as sexy in my life." Ordinarily, a remark like that would have embarrassed me beyond belief, but out in the moonlight, I accepted her worshipful words as plain and honest truth, especially since I had thought the same about her, "Yeah? Well, I thought the same thing about you when I was washing you, Daisy. I don't think I've ever seen anything as sexy or beautiful. From now on, this will be a nightly event. God, I feel great!" I had spoken very softly but I did feel like a nature goddess and had the sudden urge to go naked. "Maybe we should do this naked, next time. Wouldn't you love that?" Daisy chuckled, "That might be a treat for the eyes and fun as well, but think how nice it was to use the bras and panties as water scoops. Especially when you fill the panties from the rear and pull 'em up and that cool water tries to get up in your holes, mmm; nah, wouldn't want to give that up." I felt like I should blush from her choice of words, but the profound truth of them washed away my inhibitions, "Thanks Daisy. Thanks for everything." She lightly touched my elbow as she guided me back to our tent, "My pleasure," she whispered in what I felt was a sensual way, "And I have another treat for you in the tent. I want us to be real intimate and chummy because I have to tell you something that I don't think you're going to like to hear." We stepped into the tent, leaving our shower shoes outside the zippered mosquito flap so as not to track mud in the tent. I wondered what she had to tell me that she thought I wouldn't like, but didn't figure it could be too serious. We had only met five or six hours ago. She pulled out two tin cups and a bottle of Remy Martin of all things! "This is my favorite stuff, and I have a few spare bottles in case we're stuck out here a week." "Isn't that sort of expensive on a cop's salary?" I inquired curiously. "Maybe," she grinned, "but I get it at a duty free PX since I'm still in the reserves." She handed me a cup of the cognac and said, "Bottoms up on the first, and the second's for sipping." She turned it up and drank it down in about four swallows. I did the same wondering at my behavior. I mean I really was getting awfully fond of Daisy, so maybe I was trying to impress her, which was silly – she could probably beat me at anything in the world but biology. But it really wasn't like me to drink heavily. I started to say something but she put a finger on her lips and refilled the cups. I was holding my hand on my tummy from the burn of the brandy. She noticed, grinned and handed me a cold beer out of the water cooler she kept by her bed. "Might as well drink it cold tonight, no ice tomorrow." I popped the top and gulped a couple of swallows and it did put out the fire. I set the beer aside keeping my brandy cup in my hand, "Ok, so spill it. I used deodorant this morning so that can't be it. Forgot to pack it though, so you might be complaining about that tomorrow night." I glanced down at my panties, more transparent than ever, and then I glanced over at hers. My god, I could even see where her lower lips parted slightly from the way she was sitting. "Do you think we should change out of our wet underwear?" "Those wet bra and panties are the closest thing you're going to have to air-conditioning for the rest of the night. Personally I wouldn't take mine off unless sex was immanent, and I mean really starting to happen." I smiled at her observation, sure that once again she was right, "So this terrible thing you are going to tell me. You saw a deadly spider crawl up my ass in the woods and I have only three hours to live?" Daisy chuckled and shook her head. She had deepest blue eyes I noticed as she kind of squinted them at me, "Part of a cop's job is to be observant, to be a good judge of character and judge what people're thinking, least ways as much as can be told from reading their faces. You have a pretty face Greta, but it's an open book. Every time you look at Paul, you nearly cream your panties, but I have to figure you don't know him very well, at least, not as well as you think you do." So that's it, I thought, she wants him too, and I'm treading on her hunting grounds. I made my voice as cold as I could, "I don't blame you for wanting him, Daisy. He's a beautiful man, and kind and generous of spirit. But we don't have to be enemies about it. The best girl will win, and that will be that." Daisy made a face like she had tasted something bitter that had shot out of a frog's ass, and I was the frog. She looked at me as if I was ill in some way. She shook her head and muttered something under her breath. She took a slow deep breath and looked me in the eye again and this time her expression was earnest and sympathetic. "You were right about him being beautiful and kind, but girl, the man is gay. His roommate is a guy I know on the force, and they are both of them crazy in love with each other, and they are both of them HIV positive." She looked down at her feet as if ashamed of what she'd told me. I drank all my cognac down in a gulp again, held out the cup for a refill, then picked up the beer and took two gulps of that to cool the burn that was threatening to make me vomit. "You're lying?" I whined pathetically. She didn't even look up at me, just shook her head. "Not the slightest chance you could be mistaken?" This time she did look up at me, and although she didn't say anything, the sad expression in her eyes made tears well up in mine. "I don't even know why I am upset," I kept my voice even and tried to ignore the tears, which wasn't easy as one escaped and ran down my cheek. "It was just an adolescent crush on someone that I obviously didn't even know. I've been trying to get his attention for a little over a year, and I figured coming out here with him would be my big chance. Have you ever heard of anything so juvenal and stupid?" Daisy set her drink aside and sat on my cot beside me. She put her arm around me and kissed the errant tear. She didn't say a word, just held me. I felt the cool dampness of her bra touching my shoulder, and her cool wet hair trailing on my shoulder, and it felt so wonderful in the warm air, and strangely though the arm around me was warm, it felt good, too. "It's just time for me to turn my mind to other things," I whispered absently, noticing that I was getting a little drunk. She put her finger under my jaw and turned my head toward her. She kissed me gently, a warm sisterly kiss of love and support. It felt so real, so right, that I kissed back, her lips parted and so did mine, and our tongues touched. I don't think either of us meant that to happen, for a kiss between girls to go that far. I knew I should stop it, but it had been two years since I'd had sex and I'd wasted over half that time on a man whose radar didn't even register my blip. I'd never had sex with a woman; I had never wanted to have sex with a woman, and I thought the idea was repulsive and perverted, but I was enjoying Daisy's kiss so much I didn't stop. I opened my mouth fully to her and her tongue slipped deliciously under mine. This was turning into the sweetest most delicious kiss of my life. I wanted to stop it, but my body just wouldn't, now. I felt warmth in my groin, and I could feel my nipples hardening against the coolness in my wet bra. I thought of how beautiful her body had looked in the moonlight, and it was that thought, along with the escalating passion of our kiss that finally brought back my inhibitions. Finally, with a gasp, I turned my head away and said softly, "I'm sorry, Daisy. I feel a real affection towards you, but I'm just not gay." "Neither am I," murmured Daisy, kissing my shoulders and neck – the sensations she was giving me filled me with delight, and I felt goose-pimples pop out on my arms. "But I do occasionally make love to women, especially when I'm between men. A little something I picked up in the Army, and again later in college." her tongue traced around my ear and I shivered with pleasure. "And you need something to take your mind off a man." The Crocodile Safari I giggled. Yep, I was definitely drunk. "You're taking advantage of a broken-hearted girl after you got her drunk." "Yep," agreed Daisy, kissing my chest dangerously close to the tops of my breasts. "Well stop, please," I said again trying to keep the giggle out of my voice. She kissed me again, and I kissed her back passionately, feeling a sudden wild lust for the woman. I was losing control and I knew it, and I wanted to lose control, and I knew that, too. I felt her unfastening my bra and felt my bra fall away. She pulled away from my mouth, to kiss my breasts. I took advantage of my mouth's having nothing else to do and emptied my cup of cognac and set it aside. She was sucking on my nipples now, and I took a couple of quick sips of beer then sat that aside. "Ok," I heard a slight slur in my voice, "I'm giving you one hour to stop, and that's firm, unless you need two." I felt like I was floating on a cloud from her suckling on my swollen pink nipples – it was the most wonderful thing, I thought. I ran my fingers through her cool, wet hair. My pussy felt very warm and very interested in what Daisy was doing to my breasts. I pulled away from her and stretched out on my cot. I looked at her, my breasts heaving at the need for more air. Actually I was so turned on I just couldn't stop her and didn't want to, either. "Daisy, I don't want to have sex with another woman, and I mean that. But I suppose if you just can't resist me..." I giggled, "You can take my panties off since sex is immanent, but you have to be naked, too." "Alright," Daisy stood by my cot and removed her bra then pulled her panties off, tossing both back on her own cot. I looked at her dark pubic mound and reached out with my fingertips to touch it. It felt soft and I was actually enjoying touching her. I glanced up at her slightly larger breasts. They were pert and perfect, with erect light tan nipples. She let me stroke her fur a few moments longer, and then she said softly, "For tonight, just let me make love to you, sugar. You just devote your energy to the pleasure I'm going to give you." "Okay," I agreed quietly, knowing I was too drunk to do anything but be passive. I watched her as she pulled my panties down and over my feet. Curious, and feeling unsure what to do, I propped my blanket under my pillow to prop my head up so I could watch her. I kept my legs together. At first she just paused and looked me up and down. Then she reached over and stroked my shins and the insteps of my feet with her hands. "You know," she said, "Usually, I am sexually aroused by what someone is doing to me, and a few times even by what I was doing to them. But I have never before been so turned on just by looking at someone's body. And honey, you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen!" She began to crawl up the cot toward me, pausing several times to kiss my legs. When she kissed her way to my groin, she gave me a kiss at the top of my gold-red pubic hair, then my tummy, and then she began kissing and suckling my breasts again. I was breathing through my mouth again as she let her weight settle on me and she gave me a soft sweet lingering kiss on the mouth. I loved the feel of her breasts against mine, the feel of her tummy against mine, and our pubic mounds touching. I mustered an effort to dislike being sexed by a woman, but it was impossible, nothing had ever felt better than her body pressed against mine. Then she began crawling back down my neck, kissing and licking where she went, and she hadn't gone far before she raised my arms and licked me under the arms with long slow licks. I knew I should have been tickled, but I wasn't. It felt wonderful and made a warm feeling in my bottom and pussy. By the time she had kissed her way back to my tummy, I wanted to come more urgently than ever before in my life. I spread my legs wide and cocked my knees opening and offering myself to her completely. She settled between them and started kissing me down there, licking me and touching me lightly with her fingers, mostly on my legs at first, then closer and closer to my pussy. When she finally gave me a French kiss right into my pussy, I tugged her head closer to me and moaned, "Oh God, Daisy, that's the greatest thing I ever felt." My toes curled and I stroked her sides with my feet. I have had my pussy eaten many times by men, and one or two did it almost as well as Daisy, but she was a little better than even the best. The sexiest thing about it was her enthusiasm for my pussy, her energy, and what was clearly the heat of her passion. She was so in to licking, kissing and touching my pussy that she moaned her pleasure almost as much as I did. She even slipped her tongue up my bottom several times making me grunt with surprise. I wasn't sure if I liked it the first time, but by the third, I raised my knees to my breasts and begged her to keep thrusting her tongue in my ass, and she cheerfully accommodated me while gently rubbing my pussy with her hand. Then when my legs wrapped around her she went even more earnestly to work on my pussy. When I began my orgasm in what was probably record time for me, she was slurping at my clit and had at least three fingers fucking inside me. I came and came over and over again. I lost track of the number of times, but I wasn't so drunk I didn't realize that I was having the best sex of my life. The woman's persistent mouth and fingers drew orgasms out of me like out of some magical bottomless cornucopia. Finally, I guess she sensed that I couldn't take any more and she crawled up my body. I thought she was going to kiss me, and she did a few times. I'd never thought the smell of my own pussy was that interesting before, but it was on her mouth and sucking it from her tongue made me realize that I liked the taste and smell of pussy, and I wanted more than anything to put my face between her thighs and experience her femininity – I actually felt thirsty for her loins. Meanwhile, she had pressed her pussy to one of my upper thighs and was humping against me. She sat up and rode me like I was a man, first on my thigh, then on my hip, and finally she settled on my lower abdomen just above my pubic hair. I moaned at the sweetness of her pussy touching me, massaging against me like I was some sacred goddess that was sex-magical to touch. Her breasts were perfect and beautiful as they swayed and bounced, and now she looked like a magnificent sex goddess as she fucked me. I reached up with my hands and cupped them on her breasts and she moaned. She began panting and fucking me faster as her orgasm took her. Her face filled with ecstasy that looked like pain, and beneath my palms her breasts quivered as her body spasmed and convulsed against me. I could feel a little pool of her vaginal fluid on my lower belly, running down coolly through my pubic hair. She was still quietly grunting her pleasure as her hips spasmed more and more irregularly. She slowly and gently collapsed on me top of me until our breasts touched. She kissed me again with her pussy-scented mouth. I murmured, "I'm sorry I'm so drunk..." "No, Greta, you were just divine!" she said softly, and the last thing I remember was more juice from her pussy running in cool rivulets down into my pubic hair cooling my happily used loins. The next morning I awoke alone as Daisy had left the tent. I sat up, expecting a horrible hangover, but besides a slight muzziness, I felt fine. I sat up, realized I was still nude and that Daisy had kindly left me covered with my shirt. I dressed hastily. Outside I found the others gathered around a campfire cooking breakfast and coffee. Howie was the only one later than me. I glanced at Daisy at one point, and she gave me a quick wink, and beyond that it was business as usual between us. I spent the day gathering and analyzing samples, trekking through swampy areas with the others and looking for spoor that might indicate the whereabouts of Ol' Granddaddy's lair, or preferably Ol' Granddaddy himself. We had an astonishing lack of luck except for one bit of excitement when a medium-sized gator very nearly got one of the policemen by the ankle and did eat part of his sock. We had some fresh fish for supper, which was a treat, breaded and fried in an iron skillet and sprinkled with salt and pepper. Right after supper, since it wasn't my turn on the dishes, I hurried to the tent and grabbed my government-issue foxhole shovel and Daisy showed up behind me and grabbed hers. I picked up a roll of tissue, and Daisy shrugged, "May as well go together for protection." I nodded, after all she had a gun and I didn't, although it felt a little strange going out to shit and pee with a companion. We walked into the woods to what we felt was a safe distance from camp, maybe a hundred yards. "May as well make one trench," said Daisy, so we dug a jacks trench about a foot down and two and a half feet long. We pulled down our clothes and squatted so close together that our hips touched and we both shit and peed. "It's not as good as sex," said Daisy, "but this is probably more intimate than I've ever been with anyone else." I had to laugh. We wiped ourselves as thoroughly as we could with toilet paper, dropped the paper into the trench, then wetted more toilet paper from a canteen to clean out our asses as best we could, then that went into the trench as well. Then we filled it up. "You know," I speculated on the walk back, "It's still fairly light out and will be for another two hours, and the water is shallow enough near the campsite that at this time of the evening we could see if any alligators swim up. We could both put on some shorts and a tee-shirt, and go down for a quick dip. Our wet clothes would keep us cool until at least dark. And we could take advantage of the water covering our shorts, and we could use our hands to you know, really clean up ourselves." She gave me a smile, "You mean finger out our pussies and assholes and really feel clean? I think that is an utterly charming idea, Greta." We did just that, and if any of the men thought it was odd that we took a brief dip in the water, none of them said so. When we got back to our tent, I went to work on my research notes for the day's work. "Do you even write about going down to the lake to wash your naughty bits?" asked Daisy in her lazy drawl. I had to smile at her, "No, but I'm a scientist and we are expected to show notes for our activities, otherwise the government starts wondering what they are paying us for." Finally I finished, and by then it was dark. Daisy wasn't in the tent so I went over to the campfire and found her there drinking coffee. I sat down on a log and grabbed me a cup, too. Howie and Jeff – the policeman who nearly got gator bit – were both still there as well. As we sipped coffee quietly, Howie broke the silence, "So how about it, you girls up for a threesome?" "Sorry, Howie, but there is only the two of us girls here, but if you take the boat into town and get us another girl, sure, we're up for it." Daisy said with a perfectly straight face. Jeff laughed so hard he almost fell off his log, and Howie just glared at us finally saying, "Well, if you're queer, your queer and that explains some things." "Yep," I quipped, "and here's two more women that Howie ruined for all men." Jeff went off to his tent still laughing, and Howie stormed off. "And you really have to work with that guy?" asked Daisy. "Not really. He's in a different department. Time to get away from the fire, the mosquitoes are coming out." I took the bucket of dirt we kept by the fire and put it out. We were already sweating and there was no sense in adding heat to the area. Besides, it might attract curious animals, which might attract Ol' Granddaddy. That's why every tent had a high-powered rifle with a high grain bullet – what used to be referred to as an elephant gun. Our tent's gun was assigned to Daisy of course. I didn't know anything about guns. We went back to the tent and zipped up the mosquito door. Daisy began stripping right away. As I watched her unbutton her uniform shirt, I remarked, "Shameless slut." "Stupid, stubborn, bimbo," was her reply with a slight smile. I had nothing else to do, and I was sweating, so I started to strip too. She was down to bra and panties before me, so she watched me stripping. "Like I told you before, I've made love to women a few times before, but it was for what we could do for each other, you know. Sex is sex." I was unfastening my pants (long pants today) and hesitated when I saw her lick her lips, looking at my crotch, then I went ahead anyway. "But you," she said lazily looking at my panties now, "Looking at you turns me on something fierce. Sometimes looking at an erect penis could turn me on a little, and I'm sure it still would. But you! Looking at any part of your body makes me really hot, makes my pussy warm, and I get saliva in my mouth like I'm hungry or thirsty." That sort of talk just sounds sexier and earthier in a southern drawl, but for whatever reason, I actually felt a twitch in my groin from her words. She was making this speech, leaning back on her elbows, her legs spread giving me a full view of her dark delta inside her cotton panties. The area covering her slit was clearly damp. I was completely certain that her words had dampened my panties as well, so I sat down on my cot and kept my knees together, trying to avoid looking at her crotch. "Daisy, we have to talk. I don't remember much about last night. I was so drunk... But we mustn't let such a thing happen again. I admit I have feelings for you, and perhaps even sexual feelings, and that's really the problem. So let's just be friends from now on." "You're lying." Her drawl had no doubt at all in it, and the words were delivered in even a kindly tone. I looked up at her. She hadn't moved at all, but she was smiling and her eyes showed affection. "Well, I thought it would be easier if we just pretended to forget..." I said. I kept my eyes on her eyes because they wanted to go elsewhere, "If I hadn't been so drunk..." "You weren't that drunk." "How can you say that, Daisy? I passed out!" "You passed out because I made you pass out. I gave you so many orgasms in a row that your body exhausted itself and you fell asleep." From anyone else that would have been an outrageous boastful claim, but even I couldn't remember how many... "How many?" "Six or seven or eight," she shrugged, "It was hard to be sure the way they ran together, but a bare minimum of six. I wanted to make you pass out from extreme intimacy with another person. Do you still feel broken-hearted about Paul?" I smiled weakly, "Maybe you should be a therapist, Daisy. No, at least not exactly." That made Daisy sit up and look at me curiously, so I explained, "But I am, you know, kind of damaged goods. I don't trust myself. How could I allow myself to be so in love with someone that I didn't even know? And that's why we have to stop. I don't trust myself enough to trust the feelings I'm having about you, and it wouldn't be fair to you for me to just dive off the deep end again." "When was the last time you shit?" asked Daisy calmly, "Before this afternoon, I mean?" "Um yesterday morning before leaving for this fiasco, why?" "And did you take a bath or a shower to clean yourself after you shit?" I felt myself color, "Well of course; why would you even ask?" "And who's idea was it for us to go to the lake and get really clean, this afternoon?" Suddenly, I saw where she was going with this and I know I turned beet red, "So you were saying I wanted to clean myself for you so you could tongue my bottom again?" "Do you deny it?" she arched an eyebrow. "And can you deny wanting me clean for the same reasons?" I searched within myself for a way to deny it. "No," I admitted in a whisper and feeling my blush spread down my neck and over my chest. "So you have been planning for us to have sex. How long? Maybe all day?" Her tone was soft and sweet, but her words had been relentless." "I wouldn't say planned exactly, but I knew there was a possibility that I couldn't avoid it. Even though I want to... avoid it, that is..." I shrugged. Daisy fished around in her knapsack and pulled out a safety razor and a can of shaving gel. She also set two buckets of water beside her and began rubbing the gel into foam on her right leg. She dipped the razor in one bucket and began shaving her leg expertly, occasionally cleaning the razor in one bucket of water. While she was shaving, which I watched hypnotically, she went on, "So you knew we would have sex tonight, and you wanted to feel ready and comfortable about it, and now you're trying to tell me that it isn't going to happen. And the reason it can't happen is because you are afraid you're falling in love with me, and you don't trust your feelings. Have I got all that right?" She glanced up at me with a twinkle in her eye, "I'm gonna shave your legs and armpits next." I swallowed at how sensuous she made leg shaving seem. She was already almost done with her right leg. "Yes," I said as calmly as I could, "and I would go a little further than that. My affections for you might be severely confused by last night. It wasn't just the best sex I ever had, Daisy. It was better than I even thought sex could be. Daisy, I don't think I've had a non-sexual thought all day long. And yes, I thought it would be best if your bottom were clean, because Daisy, I would lick your bottom if you asked me to, probably even if you were a little dirty. I'd just go ahead licking until you were clean. And as perverted as that sounds, that is how profound my sexual feelings are for you! Can YOU be sure that I'm not just transferring my feelings for Paul onto you! Can you trust me, Daisy? I don't trust me, and you'd be a fool to – and that's the truth of it." "And you know what?" said Daisy looking me in the eye. "I feel the same way about you and by that, I mean that I wouldn't care if your bottom was dirty or not. Well," she giggled, "I would prefer it was clean. But I have the same doubts about you, and about myself. But just ask yourself this one thing: Would you have licked Paul's bottom if you knew it was dirty, and I'm talking about before I told you the truth about him?" I was shocked by her question, because I would have made him wash his butt, even if I'd been willing to lick it, and I wasn't even sure of that. "Well, that's really not a fair question. Before last night, I never knew how much fun bottom-licking could be. Not to mention my armpits – I still can't believe you did that, and I still can't believe I liked it." "Nice try on changing the subject," Daisy had almost finished her left leg now, and I was still following her progress with interest – her legs were so sexy that I wished I was the one shaving her. "So, to sum up; we both are so hot for each other's bodies that we can't be sure of our feelings, and we feel like we might even be falling in love – soul mates who've finally found each other and all that, right? So isn't it logical to have as much sex as we can to see if we feel the same way in the after-glow? Doesn't it make sense to go ahead with the feeling of loving each other? Yeah sure, there is always the possibility that one of us may bow out and break the other's heart. But that's the same chance everyone takes every time they develop feelings for another person. It isn't even desirable to not take the chance. Besides, there's nothing better to do here at night." "Yeah well," I replied, "Maybe it's too soon for me to get back on the horse again. Did you think of that?" "Yes," She replied, rinsing her legs with a washrag from the non-soaping bucket of water, and then she started on her right armpit. "I thought of that, but is either of us willing to chance the possibility of losing the love of her life because of a silly fear?" The Crocodile Safari I felt bitter about it but I had to be truthful, "Yes, I believe I have to give into what you call my silly fear, so I'm so sorry, Daisy. Even if I love you, the sex has to stop. Besides, homosexual sex is perverted, and I don't want to be a pervert." "Okay," Daisy started on her other armpit, "If that's the way you want it, then I'll just have to seduce you again. I don't mind that at all, and you're pretty easy, really." She laughed. And I had to join her and laughed pretty hard. It's not like I wasn't putty in her hands – I knew that much about myself. I felt a great weight lift – having no choice I had to accept things as they were. "I'm still going to resist you as hard as I can." "That won't amount to a hill of beans," Daisy smiled as she washrag-rinsed her armpits, "And I bet you don't even know why." She knelt at my feet and began foaming up the gel on one of my legs. I sighed, partly at the truth of her words, and partly because of the lovely feel of her hands on me, "Yep you're right. So why is it I can't resist you, Daisy? I've sure been more hard than easy in the past. Hell, I'm pretty uptight, to tell the truth." She didn't even look up but concentrated on her work, "If you could only see your eyes when they look at my body," she said, "I know I have a truly beautiful body, and practically everybody drools when they look at it, but with you... I have never seen such a powerful naked lust in another person's eyes before. Sometimes I think I could have an orgasm just from the way you look at me. Hell, you'd feel honored to lick my dirty butt clean, and you'd masturbate yourself while you were doing it." Before starting on my other leg, she looked at me seriously, "And don't you think for a minute that I could ever abuse the responsibility that gives me. To tell YOU the truth, my doubts are pretty weak. I think I'm falling in love with you, Greta." She started on my other leg and neither of us spoke while she shaved me. She had me raise my arm and started foaming the gel on me there, when she remarked almost absently, "Not to shock you or anything, but I feel the same way about your body, too. And your beautiful sweet pussy arouses me more than any dick ever did." She'd already finished one armpit, and started on the other. And soon that was done. I was clean as a whistle and not a single cut anywhere. I knew I couldn't have done half as well. As she used the washrag to rinse my armpits, I said, "I've always loved men's penises. I enjoy them in my mouth. I like drinking their come. I love them pounding in my pussy, and the one time I let a man fuck me in the ass, I enjoyed that too. Of course, he had a little dick and he used gobs of Vaseline. So as much as I want to have sex with you, Daisy, I would always want that now and then. I know I would." She kissed me and my arms fell around her neck and I kissed her back with all my heart. So much for resisting! But she broke the kiss quickly and looked adoringly all over my face before she looked into my eyes, "You know, I feel the same way about penises. Well, except that I don't even mind a big dick up my ass now and then. So how about this, any time we get the urge, we just get a guy and fuck his brains out. How's that for an idea? Besides, it isn't like we're married yet. Isn't it a little early for relationship questions?" "I have doubts, and it is better to explore them now than to wait until I am over my head. So what if I get the urge and you don't?" "Oh, I'll play along, believe me." Her eyes gleamed, "And you're worried about whether you'll feel jealous seeing a man fuck me?" I nodded. She kissed me again, "Then we'll make it an early experiment in our relationship. Not here though, not a big enough sampling to make a decent choice. Howie's out – couldn't fuck him if you paid me. Jeff's alright, but married and so is Dennis and Gil." She said, "You know the same thing goes for women, too." My head whirled; she couldn't mean what she was suggesting, "Are you kidding? I've never wanted to be with a woman, not even as an experiment. Hell, I still don't – I don't know why I see you differently." Daisy gathered up her shaving equipment, carefully rinsing and drying the razor. "Don't you believe it, sugar scoop. Your whole attitude about women has changed. You never looked at them before as potential sexual partners, and that part of your life is behind you forever. Even if you dump me and go back to chasing men, sooner or later some lady is going to come along that makes your mouth water like this does." She had put her things away and now resumed her earlier position, leaning back on her elbows with her legs spread wide enough to give me an almost raunchy view of her crotch. I licked my lips and swallowed and then got angry with myself for being so readable, "You know you are special to me, and that doesn't apply to other women." "Oh yeah," said Daisy, slowly opening and closing her legs idly, knowing that doing that was keeping me from raising my eyes from her groin, "Name a woman where you work, a woman who men find attractive, someone that men think is sexy." "Okay," I shrugged, "Elise then." "And why is Elise attractive and sexy?" "She isn't very tall, but she has shapely legs and large breasts and a tight little body. She has a pretty face that she keeps made up, not overdoing it, just a little eyeliner and lipstick. She has pretty blond hair, and once when I was coming around the corner of the soda machine, I overheard two men discussing whether her snatch color was really blond or dark brown. I guess that would be because her eyebrows and eyelashes are also blond." "Okay, now close your eyes imagine this," Daisy leaned forward, and I shut my eyes, "One night you are giving her a ride home because her car is in the shop and she invites you inside for a drink. You both have a drink or two on the couch, talking about little things when all of a sudden she leans forward and kisses you on the mouth and you taste her lipstick. You push her back a little, but not hard and ask what was that for? And she tells you that she thinks of you all the time, and she has a fantasy about you watching her masturbate, and she begs you to make her fantasy come true. She says, you don't have to do a thing, just let me take my panties off and watch me come in front of you." "Now you can open your eyes," said Daisy in a wry tone of voice. "Put your hands on your panties. Are they damp?" I was breathing a little heavier than normal and glanced down. My nipples were visible even through my bra. I didn't have to feel my panties to know the answer to her question; besides, they were damp before. I giggled nervously, "You are right as always, Daisy. Being right too often could get old, you know? So would you be jealous if I stayed and watched." "That depends," grinned Daisy. "On what?" "Well, after she came. I would want you to say, Elise, if you would come with me and do that again in front of me and my girlfriend, I swear we'd make your every fantasy come true, no matter what they are." Daisy beamed, "Not only I wouldn't be jealous, I'd probably buy you a diamond brooch for your birthday." "But what if she said no?" Daisy laughed, "There isn't a chance in hell, but if she did, you could come home and tell me the whole story and I would be fine with that. Especially the details." Daisy winked, "And if she really had blond hair, I'd find a way to seduce her into a threesome with us." I glanced down and my nipples were still hard. "So you're saying that every time a pretty girl walks by now, I'm going to be wondering what her goodies look like? No, you don't have to answer; I believe you now. But you have put such a picture in my mind that when we get back, we may have to ask Elise out for some drinks or something." A trickle of sweat rolled down between my breasts. "I think it's going to be time to go get some water for bathing soon. What do you think?" "Soon, sure enough, but it's still a little early yet," Daisy looked suggestively down at her panties, "You've sure been staring at me down there, and you haven't tried eating pussy yet. Maybe you won't like it. Maybe my sweaty pussy will be too stinky for you after a day in that uniform. If you hate eating pussy, that will sure let you off the lesbian hook, won't it?" I licked my lips wondering if I wanted to try this, especially before she had bathed, "It would change nothing, Daisy. Last night was still the best sex I ever had, and I know that part of it was that the sex was coming from a woman that I'm attracted to sexually. Nothing can change that part of it. Will you take off your panties and show yourself to me?" "No," she said softly, staring into my eyes with her azure gaze, "But you'd be very welcome to take them off me, and then you can look as much as you like." She slowly spread her legs wide and then slowly closed them. I couldn't resist. I stepped forward and pulled her panties down and off. She spread her legs for me again, as I knelt between them looking at her pussy with what I knew to be wonder in my eyes. I put both hands on her furry mound, luxuriating in the feel of her soft pubic hair. Her hair wasn't very dense except at the center. She sighed as my thumbs gently spread her pubic lips. Her pussy inside was tan on the outer edges quickly lightening to pink inside. The delicate petals of her inner lips were only tan on the outer edges and were pink near the base, and the same for the top of her hood. The tiny head in the hood was pink, and as I spread her enough to look beyond the jagged rim of her vagina, her flesh deepened to red inside of the dark tunnel. I could smell her now with my face but six inches away, but her woman aroma strangely attracted me and drew me closer. Tentatively I licked along the rim of her outer lips, which drew another sigh from Daisy. She was lightly salty there from sweat but not at all bitter. Her inner petals were almost sweet and I sucked one side into my mouth and ran my tongue along it, which earned me a high-pitched gasp. Then I sucked in her other petal and licked it inside my mouth, from top to bottom. Daisy moaned as my lower lip brushed the side of her hood in the process. Having paid homage to her outer and inner folds and taking great delight in her different textures. I ran the bottom of my tongue down from the top of her slit, over the hood, past the urethra and downward to her vagina. I paused there to explore inside her vagina as far as I could on the top, sides and bottom of the little tunnel. Her vagina contracted a little, seemingly sucking at my tongue, and some juice ran out, hot, slightly oily and sweet. I took as much of it as I could into my mouth, then ran my tongue downward over the perineum then let her juice run down my tongue as I lapped lightly at the crinkle of her tan-colored asshole. Daisy moaned a long, "Ooooo," raising her knees until her feet were lightly brushing my ears. I teased her with the tip of my tongue, poking lightly at her pucker, too lightly to penetrate, and then she surprised me by bearing down, her asshole opening for a moment to draw in the tip of my tongue. I went ahead and shoved my tongue inside, and Daisy groaned, as I was able to force a sizable portion of my tongue up her bottom. I repeated this action at least half a dozen times with Daisy's feet gripping at my head and trying to pull me into her. "Fuck!" she whispered softly but intensely in her lovely drawl, "more please!" It was hard work as my tongue was getting tired, but I managed about a dozen more strokes up her bottom, with her helping by bearing down to suck me in and relaxing to squeeze me out. I enjoyed doing this enormously, never suspecting that I would actually love doing such a thing to another woman, but it was just so intimate and forbidden, not to mention, it pleased Daisy so much, and that pleased me, giving me a great feeling of satisfaction. I greedily realized that I wanted a lot more of that feeling of satisfaction and I went back to licking in her vagina. Her love oils were certainly good for lubrication, but I also craved them for their mild sweetness. Her woman smell, which had so attracted me, seemed to have gone, either because I had cleaned her up or more likely because my nose had gotten used to it. After I'd enjoyed swallowing a couple of drops of her juices, and had gotten my tongue good and slick, I began laving her hood, seeking for her greatest angle of pleasure, trying different licks, sucks and lashes in different areas near her clit. Judging by her reactions and the fact that her hips were beginning to move a little, I found that she most preferred it when I locked my mouth around that area and wobbled her hood left and right with the underside of my tongue. I put my arms under her thighs and put my hands flat on the tops of her hips at the joint of thigh and hip and embraced Daisy, feeling like I was deep in a soul kiss with her wonderful pussy. It was at this point that I became self-conscious enough to realize that I didn't just like going down on another woman, but that I loved it. I would break occasionally from my embrace of her clit to thrust my face into her pussy, licking in her vagina for more slick juices, and several times seeing how far up her vagina I could press my nose, just wriggling my face like I was trying to climb inside her. I'm sure part of my joy was that I was pleasing my lover, and judging by her moans and hip thrusts, Daisy was enjoying it a lot! She wrapped her legs around me and shook and shivered as her second orgasm took her. I would have gone for a third, but my poor weak tongue was giving out on me. Regular exercise would improve that problem, but it was a reluctant parting when I rose up and kissed her mouth. She sucked and licked my mouth greedily, perhaps enjoying her own smells on my face. The kiss didn't last too long as she was panting too hard. Her cheeks, neck and upper chest were flushing red, and I raised her left arm and licked her there with broad flat strokes of my tongue. After I had licked under her other arm, I pulled her bra over her head and began to kiss and lick her beautiful breasts. When I started sucking her nipples, I lowered one hand back to her lap and began finger fucking her vagina while my thumb wobbled her hood back and forth. "O God, Greta!" she cried softly, "I didn't know it could... I didn't know, honey! Oh!" As her third orgasm began, I couldn't resist any longer and lowered my face back down to her groin to replace my thumb with my tongue. I kept my fingers pumping in and out of her clenching vagina. I drank in the power of her orgasm as if it was something I owned, and then while her hips continued to thrash, I pulled out my fingers and drank juices from her vagina, while I slipped one slippery finger as far as it could go up her bottom. She released a quiet but intense squeal, and used her fingers in my hair to pull my face into her pussy while she fucked at my face with her hips. I didn't withdraw my finger from her ass or my face from her pussy, until she went limp and collapsed backwards on the cot. I rose, feeling wonderful but very tired and sweaty and sat down on the edge of me cot to just look at her and feel the sweat running all over me. Daisy finally propped herself back up on her elbows and smiled lazily at me, "Girl, you just blew me away! That was the best I ever had it!" She gazed at me lovingly, "And at least some of it was because it was you doing it to me, Greta." "And I loved it, and want to do a lot more of it," I paused to admire her naked figure. "I sure need a lot more tongue exercise, though, I just wore out too quickly!" Daisy blushed slightly but was still smiling, "I apologize for the ripeness, that black uniform really makes me sweat and stink after wearing it all day." "I love your smell, Daisy." I realized I was still sweating profusely, "Maybe it's about time for our bathing though, I am really hot!" Daisy put her panties and bra back on and we went off for buckets of water. We bathed and again enjoyed it enormously. We stood looking at each other's glistening wet bodies in the moonlight and moved together to kiss. We were still kissing when we heard a mournful howl. Daisy stopped kissing me with alarm, "Wolves?" "Coyote," I smiled glad to show off my knowledge, "The red wolf is pretty much extinct now in Florida but for some raised on a farm. I forget where exactly." "I heard they sometimes attack in packs," whispered Daisy nervously, touching one hip and I knew missing her pistol. "They'd have to be starving," I chuckled. "And there's too much game around here for them to do anything desperate. And I don't think I've even heard of a pack attacking two adult humans." I put my arm around her, and this time it was I that led the way back to the tent. Back in the tent and we made love slowly and sweetly pretty late into the night. We were having breakfast around the campfire when Paul came striding up with a big grin on his face. "I just got off the radio, and it looks like our work out here is done. It seems Ol' Granddaddy was crossing the road last night and got hit by a large SUV. Ol' Granddaddy's totaled, as was the SUV, and the people in the car got off with light injuries! So everyone go and pack then strike your tents. We're heading back to the city!" Back in our tent while we were packing, Daisy looked at me and grinned, "So we gonna invite Elise out for drinks, soon?" I smiled back, "After a couple of weeks of regular sex with you, I'm sure I'll be ready for that." Then I laughed, "I'm sure you won't have a problem seducing her, Daisy. Just get her drunk and tell her that her boyfriend's gay, and then start kissing her. Works like a charm every time!" "It helps if he really is gay, you know," she shrugged, and then added, "About tonight then, shall we go to your place or mine?" It was my turn to shrug, "I'll pick up some clothes and come over to your place tonight. We can stay at mine over the weekend." Daisy's eyes twinkled, "Don't even stop to shower, then. We can do that together when you come over." And we did.