Message-ID: <12013eli$9806091109@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: brother_cadfael@earthcorp.com (Brother Cadfael) Subject: 'The Jungle Takes A Lot Our Of A Man' {Brother Cadfael} [MF] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: poster Reply-To: Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: Brother Cadfael's website can be found at: http://www.ipns.com/seumasfroemke/cadfael/index.html -------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright 1998. Distribute freely, but change nothing. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com -[ The Jungle Takes A Lot Out Of A Man ]- Cold steel brushed against his rough skin, scraping hair from his face. Jasmine's delicate hands touched his chin; guiding this way and that to accommodate her work. She straddled his lap, her loose top revealing beads of sweat on her breasts. It was humid. Her sweating body, against him; swiveling this way and that, rubbing, grinding, her naked thigh, absolutely unbearable. Breathing was difficult. Walls bled drops of water. Condensation clouded the mirror. Jasmine's heat was making him delirious, his body breathed heavy breaths, but they were weighted with the thick air. His eyes closed... Scrape... Scrape... Another gentle prod from her soft hands. He jerked-- his head pulled upward. A small line of blood stained Jasmine's white tee-shirt. His cheek stung. He had nodded off for a second... "Oh my god!" He heard Jasmine cry, "I'm sorry! You just-- slumped forward suddenly! I didn't mean to hurt you!" "Is it bad?" He asked. She inspected him for a moment, "No... No, it isn't bad." "Then don't worry. It was my fault. This humidity. It's hell on my body." "We better get that cut taken care of before it gets filled with sweat. A little salt in that wound and you'll be screaming like a pansy." He laughed. She always had a way with words... and insults. "I'll take care of it," he grumbled. He didn't care if he bled to death. He just wanted to lie down for awhile. To rest. To go back home. Anything, just so he didn't have to suffer this expedition anymore. He stood up, expecting her to stand, too. She didn't. She began to slip and squealed. He jolted forward, catching her before her head hit the tile. Leverage herself back up, she flexed her legs around him. He felt her crotch against his. He almost dropped her again; startled by the sensation. Hopefully, she was too busy trying to stand to notice his swelling. He tugged and pulled with his impressive strength. She was swiftly righted, face to face with him. Chest to chest with him. Her legs fell beneath her and she stood. He expected her to back up. To turn. Or something. Anything but stay. Her eyes watched his chest as he breathed. He felt her hard nipples strum upward against him with her every breath. He looked at her, meaning to smile, but his eyes disobeyed his intended restraint and fell to her shirt. He watched her breasts as they rose and fell. She touched her forehead, wiped away her perspiration. Brushed her hair back. She touched his chest. Pushed him. "Sit," she barely said. He stepped back and sat on the stool again. Jasmine caressed him; ribcage to hips to thighs to knees. She spread them. Kneeled. Took his face in her hands, watched his eyes. He returned her gaze. How did she know? He'd only volunteered for this damned Rainforest Expedition because she was going. He was an environmentalist and activist, but not nuts. She was the impulsive one. She who traveled the world to lay her hands upon the land and see that change took. He stayed on the homefront, rallying support, organizing marches and debates and lobbying officials. He had to earn her respect somehow. Years of friendship. Years of lusting. Years of his heart breaking a thousand times as she ignored obvious signs of affection. It had become an affliction. Even as she straddled him, shaving him, he thought only he found it erotic. She turned his head to the side. Jasmine's tongue drew across his wound. Warm. Soft. She kissed the cut and sucked it. She released his face and he sat, stunned. Expressionless; too awed to move a muscle. His fantasies, flooded his conciseness once again. "Help me off with this," she whispered. He lifted pulled her tee-shirt over her head. His breath caught in his throat as her firm breasts appeared uncovered before him. He had never seen her naked. She was a beautiful creature, but he had never had the fortune of knowing what lay beneath. Her hands disappeared behind her back and the thin cotton skirt fell. His eyes fell, too. Bathed her legs and thighs with lascivious thoughts. Her white panties were cut as if for only her form. Sensuous curves. Enough hip to be unmistakably woman... She reached around his neck and took his lips, leaving the sweat from her's for him to taste. "I shave, too," she smiled, nervously. "Do you?" "Feel," she put his hand between her legs and sighed. He backed her into the corner of the bathroom, put his hand against the wall, next to her head. She kissed the inside of his wrist. He kissed her neck. His left hand danced down her chest and stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties, reaching down... Reaching between... She snaked a hand from between their bodies and pushed her panties down farther, wiggled her body until they passed her knees and fell to the floor. His middle finger found its way between her full lips. He slid it inside at a consistent pace, until it sunk completely and his palm was flat against her, rubbing her clit. Her body tensed. She gasped. His tongue, lips, hand, fingers, chest, breath, throat, eyes... all for her. Breaking down any wall that might have previously existed. She was undeniably his. And he knew she was aware that he knew it. He took his hand away and held it before her. Silently, she flicked her tongue at the finger. Her scent was intense and made them both heady. She licked it again. Then slid her mouth over it. He grabbed her hips and lifted her. Smashed her against the wall. Entered her. She slid back down the wall, onto him, until they were unbearably mated. She was serpentine, between he and the wall. She fucked gracefully. Writhing and spinning like a dancing ribbon in air, cutting through with determination. He raised onto the balls of his feet. By her weight, she continued to impale herself. Bodies tensed and quaked. Spent of energy, he crumbled to the floor; she atop him. He wanted more. Could have continued. Forsaken weather. So delirious; faded from the rest of the world and underwater. He closed his eyes as he fought to catch his breath. His balls tingled as her hands cupped them. She squeezed firmly and cooed, "The jungle takes a lot out of a man." She lay her head on his chest and they fell asleep on the cool tile floor. -fin- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----