Me Jane, You Tarzan

OOC: As a devoted reader of this thread I vote for Mya . You'll love her (in many ways) ;) afternooner
 
OOC--thanks guys!

*blushing but excited as usual* Thanks mars99 and afternooner for the votes of confidence.
 
OOC:
Relying on the good judgement of my more experienced peers, Tarzan and I welcome you Mya, with savage anticipation.
Feel free to rest on the bed in the tree tops while I grab a vine and find us a bite to eat. Any preferences?
 
Placing sweet kisses on Claire's flushed and no longer quite so innocent face, her still firm pert nipples, tan wee tummy and rosey quim (Quim being the Khwazi word for pussy...they can be positively victorian about somethings...), Tarzan grabbed a Vine and swung out in search of food...

And swung back in search of his loin cloth, not wishing to snag his willie (formidable still in quiescent repose)on a thorn tree.
This caused him to think about clothes for his beloved.

Claire lay there in all her glorious flesh, but the Ape Man knew that women, even khwazi women, had a thing for fashion.
He'd have to skin a few leopards and crocs while he was out
getting the family dinner.
Damn this could take all afternoon!
 
Welcome, mya! I'm so glad that someone wants to help continue this thread... I'm so sad I have to leave it :( I'm sure you'll do a wonderful job :) Have fun everyone!
 
Sorry

OOC: Sorry guys about not posting, I'm a little under the weather, not to mention overworked. :) I'm sorry you have to go Eepy! We'll miss you! Welcome Mya! And... about the "Girl in the City" thread, I suppose that would be fine, depressing but fine :) We here at Literotica laugh taboo's in the face, so no problem! I'm glad you started this thread and joined mine though you didn't have time to do as much as I'd have liked to see but! Thanks for joiining it!

IC: She walked initially a ways behind him, but as the brush grew thicker and more, bugs and snakes reared their heads she began to step quicker. She felt the shirt sticking to her innapropriately and tried to peel it off every so often but couldn't. She also hadn't failed to notice his occasional glances, and blushed fiercly every time. She looked over him, the strong muscles rippling under his darkly tanned flesh as he pushed through the bush, she felt her nipples hardening and pulled the shirt away. Damn, if only earlier had gone better, she wouldn't be completely opposed to the idea.

I was walking calmly a few steps behind him when suddenly I heard,

"...snake..."

I froze instantly my heart stopping it's beating for a fleeting second as my gaze turned downward to a snake. My hands quivered gently and I turned to stone, not moving, barely breathing.


[Edited by Destiny_Brent on 05-23-2001 at 01:57 PM]
 
She was avoiding me like the plague as we walked, though I did notice occasional return glances at my finely toned upper body. She was obviously still upset at the previous events.

Earlier hadn't gone better and there was nothing that could change that. I had apologized and really had no fucking idea what else I could do. Knowing that she had at least some interest in me made it even more irritating that she was still harping on the past. But what seemed quite clear is that I was doing nothing but making her uncomfortable which made me feel like a total perv, so I put my fantasies to rest for the moment and moved on. I eased up on the snake and shot a small blowdart into it, killing it instantly. I headed off, speaking to her in a low, businesslike voice.

"Come on Sarah, better stick with me or you'll be killed. I need to find my daughter."

I walked on, assuming for her life's sake she would follow. Hell, I shouldn't be looking at 18 year old girls anyway.
 
Claire

OOC--Thank you everyone, especially Eepy for entrusting me with Claire. Feel free to jump in and take Claire over whenever you can Eepy.

Claire-IC
The combination of the excitement, and the fear, and the heat that I had experienced that afternoon, followed by my first ever orgasm of cataclysmic proportions and Tarzan’s magical herbs had me falling into a deep and comfortable slumber. I did, somewhere in my subconscious, feel his kisses on my face before he departed into the jungle as I slept, and I smiled as dreams of my dad tucking me into bed when I was a little girl sailed through my resting brain. Times when Sarah slept over and Daddy tucked us both in flitted through my brain. Visions of Sarah, as we were both grown up, watching my handsome Dad's body, probably even without her realizing it.

As I slept, a part of me felt very protected and secure just like I did with Daddy, another part of me felt like a woman for the first time in my life. My dreams reflected both aspects of my life, pictures of Daddy were replaced by a long haired, naked Apeman gently loving my naked body with his hands and mouth. I murmured incoherent moans of pleasure into the jungle air for no one to hear as my body responded once again to the Apeman, this time in my dreams, wanting again to feel the fulfillment he had brought me earlier. I rolled once again onto my back, instinctively opening my legs showing my glistening slit to my "dream" Tarzan, my nipples hardened nubs as I slept on. But as wonderful as my dream was, I just wasn’t reaching that pinnacle of pleasure again, but my body showed all the signs of a woman turned on and unfulfilled. The warm African air enveloped my naked body, keeping my body temperature comfortable, but the cool breeze on my naked skin felt strangely liberating, even though I remained in my deep sleep. I slept on as my tummy began to rumble, and I began to dream of juicy tropical fruits to fulfill my other hungers and my other thirsts.

[Edited by mya on 05-23-2001 at 08:34 PM]
 
Sarah sighed relieve as he disposed of the snake and smiled at him. "Thank you Mr. Fontaine..." I watched as he nodded and told me to stick with him, turning sharply. She sighed, Maybe he wasn't interested, then would it be so bad if he wasn't.

She sighed again, more deeply, watching over him as he walked, making a note of his every movement. She bit her lip as thoughts and feelings pummeled her, She wanted to find Claire, how could she be thinking about this at this time.

But something gave her the feeling Claire was allright. She just felt it, she didn't know how or why and had no proof, but Claire was allright. Her heart skipped a beat and she cought up to him and grabbed his arms, "Sir?" When he turned she pressed her lips firmly to his then pulled back, blushing like a child. Her look turned up, "Thank you."
 
Claire woke up as the last light of the day was giving way to a quick tropical twilight. The jungle was alive with the sounds of a million creatures. It was natures feeding time. The night shift was coming on.

The Ape Man sat patiently cross legged by the bed. He'd heard her moan and whimper in her sleep. He'd touched her body many times since his return, very lightly trying not to wake her. He'd traced the line of her lips with his strong fingers, running them down the curve of throat and breast, they had lingered in lazy circles around her nipples, long enough for them to begin to stiffen. His rough palm had grazed the length of her fine turned legs, felt the rise of her mound and caressed her hips and thighs. Once when her legs had parted slightly as she slept, he'd tasted again the sweet flower of her nether lips.
He never woke her.

Now she stirred. Now her eyes opened and widened. He hoped that what they saw would please her.

After returning with game and fruit, Tarzan had ferociously attacked his bachelors tree house. Woven palm curtains now graced the windows, a matching cloth covered the
rough hewn table.
He had scrubbed the coconut bowls, The bamboo glasses
.(nitpicking horticulturalists get lost!).the clam shell plates. He'd swept out the monkey doo doo and even mopped!

On the table was a feast of suckling pig, roast mercat,
piles of oysters.(That means Zoologists too!)., stuffed flamingos, mangos, passion fruit, strawberries and Bananas Foster. Accompanied by cool mountain stream water and
two bottles of coke he'd stolen from the strangers camp.

Claire abruptly sat up on Tarzans bed, her round pert breasts all jaunty and bouncy. Her wondering eyes took in the room all right but they settled fast on her Savage companion.

"Oh"
She said and blushed.

The Ape Man had quite forgotten his loin cloth once again!
 
My, this girl was a puzzle. Never before had I received so many mixed signals from a woman. I was fairly sure she was interested in me, but all my advances to this point had been met with not only stop signs, but repulsed horror. I needed to remember that she was very young and was probably not very sure of her own feelings.

At any rate, I was delighted when she grabbed me, spun me, kissed me, and thanked me. I could not deny that I had feelings for this girl and was glad to she still had some faith in me. I could not for the life of me, though, figure out what she wanted. Another clumsy advance on my part was not going to happen, but she looked quite radiant standing in the tropical twilight. I stepped over to her, lifted her chin, and looked into her bright eyes.

"You are very welcome, Sarah. And thank you for looking out for my daughter. I'm glad she has a friend as good as you are. We should find her, but it is getting dark and we should rest for a while."

I cleared a spot on the ground for her to lie down on and then I sat on a tree stump, thinking about my baby girl, hoping that if Tarzan had gotten to her, she had enjoyed it and gotten the wonderful present I had hoped to give her myself....
 
Claire - explores new things--jungle food, and a man's body

Claire - IC

I awoke to the sounds of the jungle, almost musical in nature really, and a rich sun just setting,leaving only a faint dark orange glow in the jungle. My eyes took in the changes to the tree house that only the "Tarzan Man" could have done, obviously as I slept. I caught the sweet smells of cooked meat and sweet fruit on the air and my tummy cramped with hunger. I was impressed that this man had obviously done all this for me. I sat up in my jungle bed, feeling the breeze on my naked skin, remembering again all that had happened earlier to leave me naked now. The scene was really a most romantic one, and only a niggling worry about Sarah and my Dad wondering if I was OK, kept me from completely enjoying it.

My eyes lighted on the large man who had brought me here a girl and who seemed intent on making me a woman. "Oh," I said having forgotten his apparent ease with his own nakedness. Me, being the virgin I am, was still not accustomed to men being around me naked, let alone men as well endowed as I thought he to be. His penis was certainly much larger than I had expected any man’s to be. Perhaps it was my naiveté, but I still couldn’t help blushing even though I now realized this man was probably more at ease naked than I ever would be clothed. He certainly had a beautiful hard and strong body, and no reason for embarrassment at showing off. This "Wild Man" no longer frightened me, he had shown me nothing but gentleness and concern for my own pleasure first and he had brought me dinner to by the looks of things.

I stood up and walked over to the table so beautifully set with "man-made" dishes and food. He obviously had lived in civilization somewhere at some time in his life. I turned and smiled to the "Man", and as I turned I realized he had moved with the quiet of a cat and was standing right behind me. I looked up into his face, warming my smile further, pointing to the food and then to me, gesturing my question if I could eat some of it?

He nodded and pulled my chair out for me, again making it obvious that he was not born and raised in the jungle. I settled into the chair, delighted when he sat down beside me in his. He poured me a water which I greedily downed, lifting it to my lips and arching my neck back as my throat swallowed every last drop. His eyes watched each swallow and then followed the trail of an escaping droplet of water as it ran down from my mouth and over my chin, down my neck and over a breast, with the droplet hovering on my impeding hard nipple. I put the empty glass down, and he reached up with his finger and caught that droplet, suckling it between his own lips. The touch of his finger on my nipple and the burning of his eyes lit a fire between my legs. I’d never felt this burning before, and I just barely managed to hold my moan inside and stay silent, although my cheeks burned with a combination of embarrassment and desire.

He helped himself to a hearty serving of oysters, something I thought he probably didn’t need (yes even little virgin me had heard the stories about oysters and stamina in men!), and passed them to me. I took one swallowing it without chewing, adding a second to my plate for later. He continued to offer me a large variety of food, motioning and making noises that obviously meant something to him. I could only assume he was telling me to take some, or to eat it. Perhaps he was telling me what each dish was. I did not understand of course and didn’t recognize all of the dishes. There were lots of meat dishes, one looked like pork, another obviously a bird of some kind stuffed with a tropical dressing, and a large assortment of fruit. I greedily heaped my plate. He appeared to be as hungry as I, and from the looks of his house—sparkling clean now, and the feast before me, not to mention his having carried me all the way to his place and then bringing me all that pleasure, I could well understand that he was hungry also.

When he offered me a Coke, I accepted it and laughed, remembering the movie "The Gods Must Be Crazy" and the role a Coke bottle had played in that movie. He looked quizzically at me. There was no way I could explain the joke, so I just kept laughing and he joined me in the happy laughter, or perhaps he was laughing at me. It did not matter, it was a companionable interlude. Finally we had finished our feast, his eyes were warm and friendly, as he reached for my hand and led me back to bed.

With his hands gentle on my shoulders he sat me down on the edge, then he sat down beside me, our naked hips and thighs touching. He wrapped one arm around me in a protective warm embrace. I was very curious about his body, but not sure if I should touch it. I gently settled my hand on his thigh, that seemed pretty safe. I looked up into his face for permission, and he nodded his head yes and placed his hand on mine, stroking it up his leg. I took it to mean it was OK to touch him everywhere. Before I touched his penis though I softly asked my first lover, "What am I to call you lover?" He didn’t answer, merely looked at me perplexed.

"MMMMMM, well I guess I shall call you Tarzan until we find out your name." I then took my free hand and with my finger pressed to my chest I said, "Claire, I am Claire," and then moving the same finger to his chest I said, "and you are Tarzan, TAR-ZAN."

I then boldly shifted my position, and straddled his knees, sitting with my ass on his knees and his hardening cock raising between my spread legs. My hand continued to explore his hairy thigh, as my other hand started to stroke his chest, my finger slipping across his nipple. "Oh!" I murmured, surprised that his masculine nipple hardened with pleasurable stimulation just like mine did. It was of course much tinier, but still pebbled. I leaned over and tasted it with my tongue, gently flicking it, before removing my mouth to look up at him. His eyes held a glazed heat of passion and I knew then that he liked me touching him. My lower hand gripped around his large penis, just barely managing to get my fingers around its circumference. Tarzan moaned then. I smiled, because even I understood his moan, he liked my hand on his cock. I slid my hand up his length, the pad of my thumb following up the ridge of the vein on the underside of his cock. As my fingers reached the tip, I touched the skin around it, tugging it back and forth, then holding it back I used the finger on my other hand to explore the indentation on the tip, pressing into it and out, in again and out gently. He let out a louder, fiercer groan. His fingers clenching into my ass cheeks. Obviously he was showing incredible restraint letting me explore his body slowly and with a virgin’s uneducated touch.

I leaned forward and kissed his lips as a silent thank you while my hands continued to explore his genitals. My hand slipped back down his cock, again sheathing it in my fingers and again using the vein on the underside as a guide until I reached his large sacs. I touched them with the pads of my fingers, so soft. I picked them up and held them in my fingers, rolling them softly. My mouth opened to his questing tongue, and our tongues twined and tasted.

Not being sure what came next, I continued to fondle his body as we kissed.


OOC--sorry I got a little carried away in the length of the post maybe...don't feel you need to make yours that long everyone. I'm sure mine will get shorter. mya
 
OOC:
Beautiful post...what sensuous writing should be. I will do my best to reply in kind.
 
Tarzan conquered...

The light had fled the sky and equatorial stars were shining on the canopy. A faint glow to the east promised a
rising moon of unusual magnificence. The jungle had quieted for the night. High above the ground almost lost in the
shadowed foliage of a million trees a light glowed. A warm light, given by a single flame burning in a bowl of
oil. It burned on the table of a vined and wooded hut high in the gnarled arms of a bunabas tree. It's light fell gently on the two lovers, painting their skin in tones of amber and gold.

A lingering kiss united their lips and tongues in warm fire. Claire's hands and fingers , the delicate graceful hands and
fingers of a lovely young women of gentle breeding, were caressing his penis with a sensual deftness it did not seem
possible for this virginal girl to possess. Tarzan could feel himself growing within her nurturing palms like a stalk of young bamboo. Her touch on his testicles, fingers gently squeezing, rolling them inside his sac, sent waves of delicious heat through his body.

He wanted her to have him, to know him in the most intimate sense. He had been held in awe by the Khwazi because of
the the imposing size of his genitals. The women had vied with each other to touch and be possessed by them. But that
time was gone, rapidly fading away. This woman sitting on his knees now, this woman whose round firm ass he was
holding in his hands, whose sweet breasts he had suckled like a babe...She, Claire, would have all of him. This that she grasped and caressed was hers now as well as his. She would know him from soft tip to sensitive balls as well as he knew himself. He was hers. Completely.

Before the night was over, he'd slowly awaken her, by means of touch and taste, by tongue and fingers, he would open
her until he would enter her, breaking the thin shield of her virginity with a moment's sweet pain and bring her to and over the edge, releasing his seed deep within her body. Then they would sleep the sleep of lovers, twined round and within each other until the dawn would wake them.

Claire's hands one above the other held him close and stroked and stroked and...

Shadows played on the walls, his phallus was enormous stretching from floor to ceiling, moving as her hands moved
slowly from base to tip.

Claire watched in fascination this power she had to make him grow and harden. She was a magician with a hooded
cobra in her hands. A bead of moisture seeped from the reddened tip... she leaned forward putting her lips to it and
kissed it into her mouth.

Tarzan's hands began kneading Claire's ass with a new urgency as he felt her lips begin to move down the length of his
rigid cock.






[Edited by ariosto on 05-24-2001 at 08:13 PM]
 
Claire - continues with her studies

Claire - IC

My lips touched the tip of Tarzan's cock, kissing up the moisture there. The fluid was salty on my tongue, but not unpleasant. I had tasted that droplet once before, from this very man, after scooping it up with my finger earlier this afternoon. I bravely opened my mouth and slipped it over the large helmet of the tip, lapping it softly and letting my tongue explore the indentation on the tip and the valley on the underside, tracing the rim on the head slowly and softly. So hard and smooth. Slipping my lips further down his length, taking only a small amount of his length inside my warm mouth until the tip touched the back of my throat, when I began to gag, I pulled off slightly. I suckled gently on his cock, at least the portion in my mouth and when he didn’t protest, I sucked harder, my tongue stroking the underside of his cock. One hand stroked his thigh as I sank to my knees between his spread legs, the other hand continuing to fondle his balls with a gentle touch. Squeezing them gently and feeling them for weight, like one might hold eggs. Then rolling them between my fingers…so soft and velvety and fluid, yet solid. I pulled my lips back off the length, still sucking, and as my lips caught on the rim of the head of his cock, I stopped sucking. Experimentally I turned my head from side to side, my closed lips easily slipping on my saliva around the collar of the head of his cock. Again my tongue swirled in the indentation in the tip.

My mouth was getting tired, so I pulled it off his hardened cock, replacing my lips with my hand I began to stroke his hard length with my fingers curled around it. Again the wetness left by my mouth, mixed with a few more droplets of his fluid had my hand easily slipping up and down his length. I mimicked the action the boys in high school used when they were joking around about jerking off. The flecks of gold in Tarzan’s grey eyes blazed brighter before he closed them and leaned his head back. He was obviously enjoying my touch. I wanted him to orgasm, to have the pleasure that he had given me earlier. But I was nervous about moving this on to the next logical phase of love making. Would his huge cock hurt me? Would I even be able to fit him inside me? Was he expecting to penetrate me with it? I squashed my nervousness to continue to jerk him off with my hand. I truly did want him to cum. I would not worry too much about what was to come next or not to come. My jungle lover seemed to know what he was doing, and I had no reason to think that he would hurt me. So far he’d been nothing but gentle.

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OOC-To all, especially ariosto, I will be away from Friday night until Sunday night. I can post again Sunday night, and I might, MIGHT, get a chance to post yet tomorrow night. If I miss you tomorrow night though, please accept my apologies for the break, but it can't be helped. I shall definately return on Sunday evening. Have a good weekend all. And ariosto, thank you for your compliments on my writing. I am glad you enjoyed it. I to enjoy your posts. This is a good thread and I count myself lucky to be able to slip into it. (Thanks Eepy...if you've found a way to watch!)
 
**Claire... Claire**
The name circled in his mind like the soft wing of a bird.
He was leaning back on the bower bed, resting on his elbows, his body tense and hard.
The girl...Claire knelt between his legs, stroking him ...stroking him.
His eyes were half closed, there was a dream like quiet to the night. There was a surreal ambiance to the room in the treetops.
A moan escaped his lips, he was close to rapture.
Tarzan watched her hands, mesmerized.
They were small and delicate, each long finger slender and coral tipped. He could see the fine bones tensing and relaxing as she
stroked his glistening cock. She'd taken him in her mouth, between her soft lips and sucked and licked him to a state of arousal
he'd never experienced before. Now these extraordinarily feminine hands were wrapped around his engorged penis and
stroking him to orgasm.
She suddenly looked up and their eyes met. It was like a bridge suddenly appearing, he could feel his soul rushing over it into her body, he could feel her soul entering his. The result was electrifying. The semen that had filled his balls to acheing tightness as she stroked him,
spasmed up and over. He moaned and reached out his fingers twining them into her hair. Claire realized what was coming and her hands squeezed him tighter, moving faster, she could feel the surge mounting, rushing upwards through his cock, She felt it jerk
violently, once, twice. The tightest squeeze, the last firm upward stroke.
He could endure it no longer!
The dam burst...
Claire watched unbelieving as Tarzan's seed erupted from the crimson head of the cock she grasped like a living thing.
 
I nodded slowly as he spoke then smiled softly.

"Allright sir..."

I turned and watched as he cleared a spot for us to lie down. His tanned back glowing a little in the moonlight from sweat. I brushed back my hair and looked around the clearing. I tried to help but ended up getting cut on several prickers.

"Ow..."

I pouted my bottom lip as I looked at my finger, a small drop of crimson resting on the tip. A stark contrast to how my semi-pale skin glowed in the moon.
 
"Oh, Sarah. You really do need to be careful in this jungle. You never know when you might get pricked."

I hadn't meant the double entendre but it came out anyway. I thought she was comfortable enough with me now to find it amusing.

She really was a strikingly beautiful young woman, the only girl I knew who was almost as beautiful as my Claire. The moonlight accentuated her bright, well-defined features as she stood pouting from her little boo-boo.

"Sarah, honestly this time, I do need to suck that poison out."

I took her finger and placed it between my lips, lightly licking the red fluid off, then sucking gently while holding her soft hand in mine.

"Now, Sarah, please lie down and get some rest. You've had a hard day. I will be right here if you need anything. Anything at all."....
 
I bit my lip as I looked at it, 'you never know when you might get pricked' I chuckled lightly at it, thinking what else that could easily mean. Then smiled at my own ease, surprised a little. I looked over at him, his gaze on me, it seemed soft and kind... the man I knew and remembered growing up around.

I let him take my finger this time, he wrapped his lips around it and with skill sucked gently drawing out the poison that may have been imbedded in it. I couln't help but smile as his tounge glided over my finger, his lips gently sucking the tip.

I felt a tingling in between my legs, I flushed a little at the feeling hoping he hadn't noticed. I nodded at him and layed down watching as he did the same... 'anything at all...' She closed her eyes, her dreams restless, she dreamed of the beasts off the jungle, here her sleeping in the middle of it. She shivered as she saw snakes and tigers and other evil beasties heading towards her hunger in their eyes. But the dream began to ease as she saw Mr. Fontaine's gentle face melt in through the images of the creatures, erasing them from her memory as his soft and loving gaze filled her vision.

Sarah blinked a couple of times before focussing on her actual surroundings. She looked intently at his back, wanting so badly to go over and wake him... let him take her.

Her hand moved to her virgin cunt, rubbing delicately acrossed it's outer lips through the cloth that covered her, her soft underwear hardly making much of a barrier. She let out a soft moan her eyes closing as she thought of him, strong sucking gently at her nipples carressing her body. She soon opened her eyes again watching him, rubbing herself.

Her foot shivered, something scaly slithered by it, she let out a yelp and in a hurry jumped out of her sack running to his side and shaking him awake as she watched the snake slither off rapidly dissapearing from view. She hadn't noticed her panties were so wet... her breasts heaved as she looked into his eyes frightened childish.
 
"Sarah! What is it?" I started a bit at her sudden jarring of me awake but quickly gathered my wits and settled down, shaking off the cobwebs. She stood before me in a panic, her chest heaving along with her breath. I spoke calmly and reassuringly. "Sarah it's Ok, my dear, there is nothing to worry about. This jungle is not nearly as dangerous as you may think and besides, I am here for you." The look of childlike panic slowly faded from her face. Awakening further, I was taken quite aback to see she had no covering for her lower half, but a pair of thin, silk panties. They appeared to be damp and I thought in her panic, she may have peed herself.

"Please, Sarah, come lay down with me. It will be OK. Really." I held my arms out to her and she joined me, laying with her back to me, our bodies just inches apart.

I felt very good about myself as she lay beside me. The poor dear was obviously very scared and in need of protection and I was happy she was learning to trust in me. I would be careful not to frighten her again in any way. I smelled the cool, breezy scent of her silky hair by my face, feeling intoxicated by the moonlit beauty beside me. Very gently, in the most protective manner I knew, I placed my arm around her and held her close to me. She needed me and at this point, I too found her presence greatly comforting.

Moments before, I had almost thought I heard small moans and quick pants and gasps from behind me as I tried to go to sleep. But no, there was no way she could be masturbating ....could she? I had dismissed the idea but as she now lay beside me, I couldn't fight a small twinge in my penis as I thought about it. I glanced down at her naked thighs and stirred even further. I pulled back to avoid any unwanted penile contact, but couldn't help beginning to softly stroke her cheek with my hand.

"Sarah," I said in a low, quiet whisper, "I'm glad you're here with me."...
 
I shiver uncontrollably as he grasps my arms steadying me trying to reassure me nothing was there,

"Snake... snake... it was a snake..."

I gasped as I could barely choke out the words... He held me soothingly wrapping his arms around me brushing my hair. As I looked into his eyes my features changed, my fear diminished, he would protect me, watch over me as he always had.

I didn't hesitate as I laid down beside him my back to him. I shivered a little but felt immediate comfort, his arm around my back,

"Thank you sir.. I'm glad you are too... very glad."

I put my hand on his and cuddled as close as I could taking in his warmth, glad to find his strong arms and able body protecting me.
 
We pressed our bodies together like spoons in a drawer and basked in the glow of the tropical moonlight. She felt like heaven in my arms, her soft, pale skin melting into mine. I ran my fingers through her fine, golden hair, breathing softly on the back of her neck. I looked over her shoulder at her contented, glowing face. Her eyes were closed and she looked completely at peace. I leaned in and again whispered into her ear.

"Sarah, would you mind if I kissed you?"
 
I was lost in thought, in the perfection of the moment. Our bodies so close, he held me gently but firmly, his strong hands protecting me, caring for me. I felt his warm breath stiring the soft hairs on the back of my neck as he ran his fingers through my golden threads.

Then he asked... it was perfect... just how I'd imagined it... I'd dreamt about this so many times. I would turn and say yes, we'd kiss and years of strained passion would be realeased in one magical night... that's not what happened.

My heart froze I knew what I wanted to do but nervousness took over as I rolled over best I could and merely nodded, unable to do anything else lost in thought. As he leaned forward to kiss me I did the same bumping noses I flushing deeply at my awkward mistake.
 
message from the tree house

OOC:
Sorry to interupt. Claire will return tomorrow evening and hopefully we can complete this delightful deflowering.
But on Tueday I will be gone, until Friday. As a plot twist, what if the women crazed Nahzi bad guys suddenly appear to make off with these prize Ladies of ours. Could we advertise
for a terribly savage Tribal warlord?...just an idea, carry on.
 
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