The Forbidden Temple (Closed for pink_silk_glove)

[pink_silk_glove]

"So, this temple. What can we expect tomorrow? When we get there, I mean. Is it true there is some sort of curse?"

"If you believe in curses," Priscilla answered with a subtle smirk. "And if you believe that we will find it tomorrow. Certainly we will reach the stones tomorrow, hopefully before midday, but actually finding any temple will be a different matter," she explained. "If no one has found it in 2000 years what makes you think we will walk right in the front door in one day?"

The fog was creeping around thicker, surrounding the encampment, the warmth of the fire seemingly keeping it at bay. Wiping clean her utensils, she packed up her kit and tucked away the tiny amount of garbage that she had into a zip pouch. Priscilla was a strict pack-out-what-you-pack-in camper.

"It's an old legend," she continued. "The stories vary," about to elaborate but deciding against it. Tales of captive breeding and sexual servitude would only fuel campfire smut stories for the hormones of Yanet and Jake and she wasn't in the mood for that. "Curses in general are usually rumors spread just to scare people away, nothing more," she shrugged dismissively.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"If you believe in curses," Priscilla answered with a subtle smirk. "And if you believe that we will find it tomorrow. Certainly we will reach the stones tomorrow, hopefully before midday, but actually finding any temple will be a different matter," she explained. "If no one has found it in 2000 years what makes you think we will walk right in the front door in one day?"

“We’ll find it,” Jake said staring into the fire. Undeleke scoffed at him, no doubt mistaking his words for overconfidence. But that wasn’t it. They had to find the temple before Balthizar did. Priscilla may not believe in curses, but Balthizar had a far more dangerous view on that topic.

He could still remember the morning before he’d stolen the map. He’d been up earlier than they others. Balthizar had made a discovery the day before, and Jake had been getting frustrated that he was being kept out of the loop. For weeks the boss had refused to share information about their trip. The secrecy had been driving him insane. Every time he’d asked he always received the same answer.

“You don’t need to know that. You have a job, it doesn’t involve asking questions. Run along.”

He'd had enough. All of the lore they studied was based on a previous expedition eight years earlier. An expedition that went very wrong. Jake didn’t know any of the details but there were rumours. And the more Balthizar kept the team in the dark the more the rumours spread.

Jake had decided to get the answers for himself. The lab hadn’t been locked, but Balthizars desk had. Jake had made a beeline for it within minutes had picked the lock. Inside had been a book. The same strange book he’d given Priscilla earlier.

Later he would discover that it was written in a language he couldn’t read. But before he even had a chance to discover this he heard footsteps. Placing the stolen book in his back pocket, he hid beneath the desk. Two men strode into the lab. If they caught him he would be fired for sure.

“Is it really necessary to take the girl?" Baxter asked. "Anders daughter is of no value to the team. Yes, she has the map, but she lacks the knowledge and expertise to read it.”

“Peta Anders is critical. Offerings must be made,” Balthizar replied.

“Offerings?” there was a pause. “As in a sacrifice?”

“Your words not mine, but if you want to call her that, the term could apply.” There was an uncomfortable pause. Jake heard movement as someone approached the book shelf in front of the desk. “You don’t approve, now. But if I’m right you will thank me later.”

“You can’t seriously believe,” Baxter sounded aghast.

The footsteps were heading back toward the door and away from where Jake hid.

“The last team to enter the temple lost their minds. Maybe the stories are a fiction, maybe not. But if there is some truth to it, then sacrificing her may be the only way we will survive. In fact if the stories are true Peta will offer herself as a sacrifice willingly. That way your conscience will be clear doctor.”

“But-“

The door closed again, and the voices became muffled as the two men walked away. They were going to sacrifice Peta Anders. The one person on the expedition that had actually been nice to him. He couldn't let it happen. He had to get there first.

The plan was simple get to the treasure, save the girl, piss off the bad guy and get rich. Simple.

"Curses in general are usually rumors spread just to scare people away, nothing more," Priscilla said with a shrug.

Yanet pouted. “I don’t know. I guess this is your life and all, but there is something romantic about it all. A lost temple, a strange curse, buried treasure. Almost like…” and she paused to yawn, “almost like we are in a movie.”

They fell into a tired silence once more. Finally, Yanet stood and stretched arching her back like some great cat. The move highlighting all of her curves and drew Jake's attention to her chest. She glanced over at Jake a little uncertain, and he looked away.

“Well, I’m going to my tent.” She left the unasked question hanging.

“I’m going to stay up a bit,” Jake replied, stifling a yawn of his own.

“OK, you know where to find me, if you get… tired, G'night.” And like that she was gone. He saw Undeleke and Priscilla exchange a look, but his eyes remained fixed on the fire. It didn't really matter what they thought.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"Romantic? Of course there is," Priscilla hinted a grin. "Uncovering secrets, deciphering legends, finding treasure - and in beautiful exotic locations," she explained to Yanet with sparkle in her eye.

Everyone seemed to be tired. She could see it in their faces illuminated by the dim flicker of the firelight, the dark eyes, the heavy brows, the elbows on knees supporting chins. Even Priscilla herself was ready for sleep. Yanet rose first and Priscilla inwardly rolled her eyes at the girl's blatant little show for Jake before her thinly veiled invite. The doctor wondered if she might be awakened in the night by rutting moans and sighs. She supposed that she did bring an airplane at a good price. When Jake seemed to brush off her offer, Priscilla thought he was either thoroughly knackered from the hike, or lying for teh show of the group and would end up in Yanet's tent anyways.

Having all of her stuffs packed away, Priscilla retired soon after. From inside her micro tent, the jungle seemed oddly quiet with only a faint rush of breeze in the trees, like a calm before a storm. It was difficult to completely relax but after the full day's hike Priscilla's body was adequately spent to drift off in heavy sleep.

To say that she could not move would be inaccurate, as she could wiggle her arms and legs, however her body felt as if it were made of lead. The room was dark, as if lit by lantern. The walls were stone with etchings upon all of their surfaces. She was on her back and as she lifted her head Priscilla looked down between the parted modest lumps of her chest at the tawny wisp of her bush.

"HA!" a woman startled her and Priscilla snapped her head back to see the upsidedown face immediately above her. Her skin was smooth and brown and her pitch black hair hung from the bejewelled golden head dress that she wore, yet it was the whites of her flaring eyes and wicked grin of teeth that seemed to paralyze her. "I have you now," she said, her voice brassy, husky, yet still feminine. "You'll do fine."

"Fine for what?" Priscilla asked once her breath settled. The woman's eyes scanned up and down Priscilla's body as if taking stock.

"Yes, just fine," she repeated with satisfaction. Then her wide eyes suddenly shot down into Priscilla's. "What do you think?" she posed with zeal. The woman seemed very pleased with herself. Priscilla couldn't answer. "HAH!" she snapped again causing Priscilla to jolt. "Don't be such a coward. This won't hurt a bit," she said, the sneer in her voice lending no comfort to her words of assurance as her bare breasts dangled above, the areolas an even darker copper than rest of her rich glossy flesh. Then the woman's head snapped back up and following her gaze, Priscilla lifted her face once more to see not a man but a figure, a shadow, a hazy black silhouette and as it came more into focus a sort of corona blazed about the edges. He was definitely male. Her heart thumped in her chest as she tried to protest but words simply refused to form in her throat. He leaned in closer and she gasped for more air, to summon enough wind to speak. The flames burned about the top of his head, almost distracting her from the two more shadowy figures approaching behind him. Against she tried to scream but all that she could manage was a weak whimper. The burning man lifted her thighs and parted them.

"Do it," the woman relished, wetting her lips with a flick of her hot tongue, and when the figure leaned forward and pressed to her cunt she howled in fear.

"G-nooooo!" Priscilla cried as she bolted awake, sitting up amidst a thick mist. Quickly realizing that it was just a dream, she was overcome with embarrassment. The rest of the group would have certainly heard her and she would have some explaining to do, especially given that Yanet was the one expected to be making urgent interjections in the night, if any of them were. Not to mention that she would have to assure everyone that she was all right. She looked around to catch her bearings. There weren't any. There was no tent nor sleeping bag. Even her supply pack had vanished. There was only the cloudy fog. Perhaps she was not all right after all. Priscilla straightened herself and stood. She was still in her clothes but could not see more than ten feet or so in any direction including up. "What the f..." she whispered to herself. Thinking that perhaps she was still in the dream, she rubbed the back of her neck. It felt real. Then she brushed herself off and stretched. Her limbs felt normal, not too light nor too heavy. The ground was solid beneath her feet. She took a step and trudged through grass and a fern frond brushed her wrist. She was in the jungle. Utterly bewildered, she called out, restrained at first, then louder. "Piers? Piers?" When there was no response, she tried again quite loud. "Jake?" There was nothing but dead calm. Not even birds chirped. It was all wrong.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Jake wasn’t sure when he fell asleep. The mist seemed to seep the energy out of his body, and the warmth of the fire enveloped him like a hot blanket. Priscilla and Undeleke exchanged a few words but neither engaged him and that was fine. His brain was so tired he doubted he could have formed words let alone a sentence.

He felt heavy, so heavy. His eye lids drifted closed and when they opened again he was somewhere else entirely.

He was lying naked on a hard alter of some kind. The room was illuminated by three torches fixed into the stone wall by metal braziers. There were faint markings on the orange walls that he couldn’t quite make out. The surface he was lying on appeared to be gold, an alter of some kind. But as he shifted for a better look, he realised something was pinning his arms and legs to the surface.No, not something – someone’s.

Four women, dark of skin, and hair stood at each of his limbs. Each were holding him down by either wrist or ankle. Each of the girls were naked, their different sized breasts lifted up and down in unison, almost as though the women had synchronised their laboured breathing with each other. Their eyes burned with almost religious fervour. Sweat covered their undulating bodies and with each moment the breathing became quicker, heavier and louder until it was the only sound in the room.

“Let me go,” Jake said pushing up with his right hand. Jake had always been strong, but the five foot something woman was too strong. It couldn’t be budged.

“Yes,” the women cried as one. “Yes.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Jake shouted.

It was then that he became aware of the fifth figure. Another woman stood to the side. Long black hair flowed like a waterfall from her golden headrest over her shoulders stopping short of her bare tits. She had a handsome face, but a cruel mouth that sneered down at him. She was naked like the others but she wasn’t crying out in unison as they were. She sashayed toward Jake, her hips swinging exotically left and right until she was standing over him. He stared up at the underside of her bust. His eyes locked onto the dark nipples which poked out from each tit.

Long fingernails trailed over his chest and belly until her hand wrapped around his hard cock.

“Mine,” she said and pulled….

“Jake!” someone shouted. He sat bolt upright. The temple was gone and he was back in the jungle. A dream. His back was wet with moisture from the vegetation he’d fallen asleep on. His dick was stll hard from the dream, but as he shook his head the details seemed to fade into the mist around him. Wait… where was he?

This wasn’t the camp. “Fuck, please don’t tell me I wandered off in my sleep,” he thought. He was already in enough shit with Priscilla, he didn’t need another reason for her to find him incompetent. Except there was a wrongness to it all. A silence that didn’t fit in this jungle.

“Undeleke! Jake!”

“Priscilla?” he shouted back. It sounded like she wasn’t that far away. But there was something in her tone of voice. A faint hint of panic that made him want to double time It.

He pushed his way through the silent jungle. Eventually they each located the others with their own version of the game Marco Polo. When he found her, despite their previous tension he rushed into hug her out of relief at not being alone.

“What are you doing out here.”

As he realised that she was as lost as him, true worry began to set in. They both shouted for Yanet and Piers, but after ten minutes of this, their voices grew hoarse. They each listened intently for any sign of the others. Nothing.

Neither had any food or water. Their compasses were missing, as was the map. They didn’t have any flares or conventional means of starting a fire. The only thing they still had In their possession were the clothes they were wearing and the strange book Jake had given Priscilla earlier that day.

Then, almost out of nowhere came a sound from further down the slope. “That sounds like water. A river do you think?” Al asked Priscilla. “Or a waterfall?”

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"Priscilla?"

She heard his shout nearby. It gave her some sense of relief. She called back. They traded calls until his form faded into view. Then she moved towards him, subconsciously counting her steps in case she would need to return to the same spot, although she knew that there was no way to accurately record the direction, but it seemed the only way that they could keep a bearing on the lost camp. His arms embraced her. At first she resisted Jake's intrusion of her personal space but then relented somewhat when she sensed his fear. Priscilla was the orientation expert after all. He was lost. If he knew that she was just as lost, he could totally lose his mind if she wasn't about to herself.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked her.

Priscilla didn't know where she was, let alone how she got there. Her brain insisted that they could not possibly be anywhere but at camp, yet no landmarks of camp existed. There was no trace even of Yanet nor Piers. She strained her eyes in every direction but all that she saw was thick mist. She couldn't even tell what time it was or how long that she'd slept, although it had to be daylight or the fog would be black. All of her gadgets were in the tent that was lost in the mist, including anything that would tell her the hour of the day. Desperate for any sort of explanantion, she began to wonder if she had sleepwalked, although she had absolutely no history of somnabulation, at least that she knew of. On top of all this, Priscilla was still rather shaken up from the dream. She wanted to talk about it but was not willing to admit the depravity taking control of her mind during her sleep.

"What time is it?" she asked him. "Do you have a watch?"

This would all be solved if they could just find the others. They each called out in all directions. No one answered, not even their own echoes, their voices unnaturally clear and harsh, their reflections seemingly negated in the fog just like their eyesight. By then it seemed that Jake could tell that they were both hopelessly lost. They stood in the silence waiting for a response, but there was nothing, no answer, no footsteps, no thrushing of leaves, no chirping of birds, just the terribly odd silence - and running water. Priscilla's ears perked up. How had she not heard it before. Jake had heard it too.

"That sounds like water. A river do you think? Or a waterfall?"

They hadn't even heard it the night before. It would be a landmark at least. Looking down at her feet, all that she could see was the tops of tall grass that disappeared into the mist when tramped down.

"All right. Stomp down the grass as we go," she said. "It will give us a path to get back. It's all we can do in this fog."

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Jake raised his eyebrows at Priscilla’s suggestion of stomping the ground to create a path. It was damn clever and not the sort of thing he would have thought of in a million years.

He took the lead the way toward the sound of flowing water. It was slow going and hard work as they formed a single file and pounded the ground beneath their boots. Mist and sweat clung to his skin and his shirt glomped uncomfortably across the muscles of his chest and back. They pushed their way deeper into the jungle, parting the vegetation and surrounding bush as they moved toward the sound of rushing water.

Occasionally they took turns calling out to Piers and Yanet, but their voices sounded thin and echoed impotently across the empty jungle. The longer they continued the less they began to hope for a reply. Wherever the other two were they couldn’t hear them.

Several times, Priscilla tapped him on the shoulder to adjust his direction or find an easier path. He obeyed these without protest, silently grateful for her superior experience and keen eyes. While they’d clashed before, he recognised that she was better equipped to deal with this sort of crisis than he was.

As they moved forward, Jake could feel himself getting hungrier and hungrier. It seemed he wasn’t the only one as he heard a gurgle of protest from the woman’s stomach behind him. Neither had any food or water, and both moved eagerly forward. Jake found himself scanning the surrounding vegetation for berry’s or food of some kind.

As they progressed the mist grew thinner as the sound of the water grew louder. Finally, after what felt like hours of grunting, heaving, stomping and sweaty exertion they penetrated through the jungle onto an outcropping of rock. that overlooked a huge clearing.

“Oh my god!” Jake whispered, wide eyed at the scene before him.

Below them was a huge clearing of vibrant plants and flowers of red, yellow, purple and blues. Each more beautiful that the last. Most stood at knee height, but in different spots some of the bushes reached were taller than him.

The floral vegetation covered the length of two football fields, although the ground was anything but flat. The ground beneath them rose and dipped in soft curves and swollen hills. Small clusters of strange stunted trees grew sporadically across the field, each of these bearing yellow fruits. Both flowers and trees seemed alien compared to the thick jungle foliage they just fought their way through. Almost as though they didn’t belong.

In fact the jungle seemed to just stop at the rock out cropping with the rock outcropping serving as a border for a completely different biome of plant life.

Behind the field, towering at the opposite end of this fertile garden was a cliff face. A waterfall tipped over its edge and crashed into a small pool of clear blue water, which seemed to feed into the river that continued out of view.

But what took Jake’s breath away was the bridge of cut stone the arched from the shore up and over the pond to a cave entrance set in the side of the opposite cliff. At either side of the entrance were giant phallic shaped pillars made from what looked to be pure gold.

Gold was fixed into the rock surface and formed an arch up and over the cave entrance. The opening itself was dark and he couldn’t see anything beyond the entrance.

“Is this what I think it is?” he turned to Priscilla, whose face mirrored his own amazement. “This is not where it is supposed to be.”

Jake took a step forward and without warning one of the rocks beneath his foot gave way and the ground disappeared under him. He slipped and slid over hard rock. Pain erupted from his leg as he skinned his knee. He tumbled onto his shoulder before spilling onto ground the dense carpet of flowers cushioning his fall.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

The further that they went, the thought of becoming hopelessly lost began to fester in the back of her mind, and with absolutely no provisions the possibilty of their situation ending up most dire loomed. They never should have left camp. Now, failure was not an option. They had to find something, hopefully something that could guarantee their survival. Priscilla ignored her pangs for breakfast missed and pushed on right behind Jake's step.

Hope renewed as the crush of the falls drew nearer. It was the only bearing that they had after all. The fog began to thin and with a surge of enthusiasm, they ascended a rise and beheld a scene far beyond anything that could possibly be photoshopped in any travel rag or dreamed up in any fantasy art book.

"Oh my god!"

It was incredible - a bowl of lush vegetation stretched out before them in vivid bloom, wild and untouched for centuries. The cascade that had called them frothed down on the far side, foaming up the edge of a liquid sapphire pool. Man had indeed been there though, civilization even at one point, as a bridge spanned the pool to lead to a gold-pillared entrance cut into the cliff.

"Is this what I think it is? This is not where it is supposed to be."

"If it was where it was supposed to be, someone would have found it in the last 2000 years," she quipped sarcastically if it hadn't been true. Certainly with all of her precise calculations and diligent research, Jake couldn't be leading them straight through the front door on sheer luck. There had to be more to this. Her ego kicked back into gear and she rationalized. "There's no way that that gold is real," she asserted. "Otherwise it would have been stolen centuries ago." Priscilla scanned her brain for all the details that she knew about the legend. She patted herself down in some futile hope that she actual still had a copy of the map on her but all she found was the fabroc of her shirt damp with wicked sweat from the jaunt. If the erect golden pillars had any correllation at all to the stones that they were headed for, then the stones were rudimentary and vague approximations at best. The stones were peciuliar. The pillars were immaculate, at least from that distance. Desperately, she tried to fit all of this into the puzzle. Then it hit her: how the hell hadn't anyone spotted this from the sky? Surely satellite photos of such a lush garden with opulent gold structures would have been the talk of the archaeological world. She looked up into tranquil blue above, shading her eyes with her palm. The sun was to the right, still rather low in the sky so she figured to be facing north in the mid morning, likely no later than nine-am but impossible to discern with any real accuracy.

Then there was a scrabble and and muffled grunt and Priscilla snapped her attention back to see Jake drop out of sight over the edge. Out of relex she stepped back with a gasp and crouched as to not fall herself, but then after a brief moment she crawled forward to assess the damage and caught a glimpse of his landing in a cushion of flora, his disappearing into its folds under an eruption of pollen dust. As the cloud dissipated, she could see him lying on his back, trying to catch his bearings and taking stock of his limbs. He seemed all right.

"Watch your step," she called down to him.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"Watch your step," a voice called out from above.

“Everyone’s a comedian,” Jake retorted back up the slope. But his protest was coloured with an air of self-depreciation. She was right to laugh. He should have been more careful.

A quick inspection revealed that he hadn’t seriously injured himself. Thank god. A leg injury this far from civilisation with no food on hand could have been deadly. Plus, he’d never have been able to live down the embarrassment in front of Priscilla.

Crawling to his feet, he rubbed his wrist across his mouth and nose, noting the small amount of pollen that was clinging to the hairs on his arm. The mixture of sweet fragrances from the surrounding fauna was a pleasant relief to his olfactory senses. It was a heady sensation, but relaxing. It made him feel a little less anxious, a little less fearful, a little less hungry and a lot more confident. Confident that they would get out of this mess. All they needed was to keep a clear head.

Above Priscilla was pacing back and forth analysing the safest path down the hard rock, which jutted out in all kinds of inconvenient and awkward angles. She turned around and bent forward experimenting with one foot hold and then another. Her lean, toned backside hovered invitingly over the slope for a short moment. Jake found himself enjoying the view, before she abandoned this method of descent and started looking for a better slope.

Jake brushed himself off, his eyes still fixed on the feminine figure above. He took a moment to admire her long shapely legs and the way her top clung so tightly to her. Exposing every delightful curve of her body. He almost lost himself in a day dream as he enjoyed perving at her, but then shook his head and came to his senses. Fine she was hot, but she was also a pain in his ass.

“Yeah, but she’d also hot,” a voice that sounded alarmingly like his own whispered in his head. He dismissed the thought with a “Fuck off,” counter argument.

“Come on slow poke, we might find some food or the others at the entrance,” he shouted back up the slope as Priscilla opted to scurry down the side of the ledge carefully.

He started to turn away, but once more he found his eyes drawn to her figure. Did he find her hot? She was an attractive woman and sexy in a bookish, sassy kind of way. He’d noticed that from the moment they met. But she was so irritating.

Why then couldn’t he tear his eyes away from her. She wasn’t doing anything particularly sexy. In fact, she’d had to lower herself onto her butt and was sliding over several bulging rocks to avoid falling. Yet, there was something magnetic about her that hadn’t been there before. Maybe it was because they were alone. But every time he turned his attention away, it wandered back to Priscilla.

I’m just worried she might fall. Better to pay attention in case she needs me to catch her, or help her down the last bit.

But true to form, Priscilla proved perfectly capable. Although when she completed her descent her pants, shirt and legs were covered in coarse dirt collected on the way down.

Jake offered Priscilla a cheeky grin as she reached the bottom. He indicated toward the bridge with a flourish. “Welcome, m’lady to my humble flower field. If you would care to follow me, we can continue our tour at the Forbidden temple. You might be able to see it over there conveniently located between two giant golden erection. Alternatively, you may be interested in cleaning up before hand in the delightful pools of our local waterfall. A favourite amongst all our guests.”

He forced himself to turn away from Priscilla and started leading the way toward the bridge. As they travelled further, the heady smell from the flower field filled his senses. He felt warmer, his mind becoming even more relaxed and carefree.

Except his sweaty shirt was scratching against his skin. Without thinking too much about it, Jake removed the shirt exposing his muscular torso and back. He tucked the shirt inside his pants and smiled as he felt the warm rays of the sun caress his back and shoulders. Yes, that was much better.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Brushing herself off as she reached the bottom, yet unable to get all of the dirt and smudges from her elbows, legs, butt and back, she must have looked a sight, but then so did Jake as she watched him straighten himself out and test his joints. His hair was coated in a fine mix of dust and pollen.

"Come on slow poke, we might find some food or the others at the entrance."

Of course barging ahead had just nearly gotten him a broken neck, yet it seemed that he was ready to press on at full bore. He was about to turn and lead the way (and she would be hesitant to follow such a brash and careless guide) but for some reason paused, eyes fixed upon her. Priscilla could feel his gaze on her chest, her hips. This did not surprise her as she had sussed from the first moment that she'd met him that he would not pass up the chance to get her into bed, but normally his immature male presumption would draw a smirk or an eyeroll from her. This time however - his most blatant ogle yet - stopped her in her tracks with a quiver in her tummy and spine. When he finally about-faced into the brush, she seized the moment to straighten her panties and sports bra. She'd keep that to herself.

"Welcome, m'lady to my humble flower field ..."

A cheeky tour guide, he was amusing himself. This move did in fact elicit a roll of her eyes and dismissive shake of her head. Jake pressed onward, as if his pratfall had taught him nothing. Priscilla followed his steps with care while trying to keep up. They were wading through brush varying in height from ankle to belly. One had to take care for thorns, spiders or snakes. The scent of the flowering buds became thicker, sweet but also with a hint of bitter, and she could see it clouding up in the sunlight as Jake's body recklessly disturbed the foliage. A couple of times, she had to stop and wave it from her nose, and running a hand through her hair she could feel its tackiness caking on her fingers. The sun was bright too, and the fair-haired researcher with no sunglasses nor hat brim had to continue shading her eyes with a horizontal palm to her brow. All around them was color, certainly green was most prominent, but a myriad of buds adorned the leaves and branches. Vivid yellow petals splotched with tangerine, intermixed with anemone-like purple and mauves. One bush bloomed with blazing red irises and the next bore lush baby blue pansies with inner blots of navy. As she pushed a fern frond aside she came face-to-face with a large bold pink orchid that gaped so luridly that she could not help but think that it was a vagina ready to copulate. It caught her by surprise and she walked right into what felt like a jet of perfume causing her to blink and her breath to momentarily wheeze.

As she collected herself to continue, Priscilla stopped short with a gasp on her very next step as up went Jake's shirt, revealing the cut of his lean back first, then the broadness of his shoulders. If Priscilla was pale, Jake was a ginger. The equatorial sun would be even worse for him than for her. The garment continued slowly and tantalizingly up over his head and away, letting his orange mop of hair tussle enticingly back into displace and a rush went through her chest and tingled her nipples as she scanned the tiny flecks and frecks of his ivory flesh as it formed over the contours of his scapulae and spine, and his very well proportioned arms returned to his sides. It dawned on Priscilla that she'd never realized just how good looking he was. She'd keep that one to herself too.

They went on a few more yards, the crush of the waterfall suddenly louder and clearer as they crested a small rise. Somewhat out of breath from the climb and the thick green about her knees, Priscilla had to stop.

"Wai-hh ... wait," she panted. Yesterday it was Jake that couldn't keep up. Today it was the other way around. It was the sunshine and the pollen, still subtly sweet but also with a richness now, like thick raw butter. It was too much and made her rather dizzy. Priscilla stepped forward and leaned her forearm against Jake's bare shoulder, hanging her head to shade her eyes and catch her breath. Tugging at the chest of her shirt, she tried to create a draft under her clothes but her top was clinging to her perspiration in creased folds against her flanks. She focused her eyes to find Jake's abs right in her line of sight, a trim fit side of meat gently flexing with his worked breath that caused her own nostrils to flare wider for more air. She could smell him, the greasy sweat from under his arms and wafting up from his groin. It gave her a hot tremor from her womb right up her spine and into her shoulders, and she thought of how easy it would be to just let herself lose all focus and give in.

After a moment she collected herself and tore her gaze away. Turned her head askew, she saw the water, the edge of the lake quite close now, perhaps thirty yards down the slope, although the falls were still at the far end. It was calm and peaceful, but of course the plunge that fed it did put a gentle ripple across its surface, and it was terribly blue, not sky blue nor navy blue, but a pure glossy sapphire blue, so translucent that one could count the stones on the bottom with ease.

"I'm thirsty," she said, and then looked back up at Jake, her parched lips hanging open.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"Wai-hh ... wait," Priscilla cried, a little breathless from their climb.

Jake half turned as she pressed into him. The contact of skin on skin sent a flutter through him. A teasing pleasure like the briefest taste of forbidden fruit. He expected her to pull away, but to his relief she did the opposite.

Panting, her light form leaned into his. The morning appeared to have taken its toll and she appeared uncharacteristically flustered. Mesmerized, his breath caught in his throat as he noticed the hardened nub of Priscilla’s nipples poking through her sports bra and shirt. Her state made all the more obvious as she adjusted her sweat drenched clothes in an attempt to cool down.

She glanced longingly down toward the waterfall before looking back up at him. The mildly intoxicating sent of pollen in her hair mixed with the female body odour filled his olfactory senses. His hand snaked around to the small of her back without him even thinking about it. The action just felt right. Natural.

"I'm thirsty," she said. Her skin was flushed, pupils slightly dilated, her face lifted toward him with chapped lips lightly parted.

“Yeah,” he replied, voice thick. He wanted to kiss her. To find out what she tasted like and how it would feel when their lips touched.

His questioning gaze darted back and forth between her lovely inviting lips and her eyes. He ran his finger through her hair freeing several small seeds that hugged the side of her head. His breathing was also becoming ragged. Synchronising with Priscilla’s, but whether that was because of the climb, the pollen or the proximity of this women to him, he couldn’t say.

“You do look... hot,” he said drawing out each word. He was staring at her lips again. Wanting… needing… It made no sense, but he couldn’t deny it.

But some small resistance, a tone of insecurity or uncertainty tore him away. This was the first time they’d physically touched and he was ready to jump her. Pulling his head up and turning toward the water was like tearing himself from a powerful magnet. He didn’t yet have the strength to release his hand from the small of her back.

“You seem out of breath. Do you need help to get down there? I could piggy-back you.”

 

[pink_silk_glove]

His eyes were on her again, this time fixed upon her chest. She should have admonished him, but the moment was lodged awkwardly, a stone in the gears of time keeping it from advancing. It was as if Jake was about to say something. Instead his arm snaked around her, and her spine softened as he palmed her lower back. There was an angst in her bones, an urge permeating her skin. His other hand reached up to run his fingers through her hair and she felt some of the strands catching and breaking in their tackiness.

"You do look ... hot."

Her core shuddered. Her vagina moistened. She could just lie down right there. Jake drew her closer, tightening his embrace, gently, slowly - too slowly. The tip of her tongue slipped out to moisten her lips for the kiss. It never came.

"You seem out of breath. Do you need help to get down there? I could piggy-back you."

With a huff of frustration, Priscilla backed out of his arms.

"No, it's all right," she shook her head almost in disgust, turned and waded through the brush and blossoms down the slope to the shore. Jake was simply maddening to be around and she needed a break. The lake was ringed with twenty feet of dirt and mostly round stones and it was clear that during the rainy season the waters would rise right up to meet the vegetation. As she stepped onto the stones, Priscilla lifted up her top and pulled it over her head without breaking stride until she reached the water's edge, unaware of the subtle swank in her own hips. Looking down to briefly watch the ripples delicately lap at the stones, she stepped in. The water soaked through her shoes and socks to soothe her trekking feet. It was warm from the tropical sun but still wonderfully cooler than the day itself. Priscilla dropped her shirt into the lake and watched the yellow fabric soak up the water and submerge. As it did, all of the pollen floated free, forming a film that bloomed out over the surface. She'd never seen anything like it. Her yellow top began to sink, the black sleeve stripes lazily billowing about and she smirked as it occurred to her that cheeky Jake (or even minxy Yanet for that matter) hadn't made a Kill Bill comment yet. She squatted and sat on the shore, feet still in the water, and removed her shoes and socks, setting them on the stones beside her to dry. Next, she fetched her top and laid it out too.

Then she stood again. There was something in her pocket. It was Jake's little story book. She withdrew it and leaned down to place it next to her socks. She wouldn't want it to get wet. Then she promptly dropped her trousers, stepping out of them and tossing them in the water to once again watch the effect of the pollen rinse off and spread away. Standing ankle deep in the water in nothing but her white sports bra and plain opaque white underpants, Priscilla stretched her arms straight up in the air and held them there as she stood on her tiptoes and inhaled. Then bringing her arms out in front of her, she bent at the waist and dipped her fingertips into the water, her well-toned runner's thighs straight and the shape of her fit round bottom in the air. Fishing out her pants, she swiveled and tossed them onto the shore next to the rest of her things, but they were folded and crooked and needed straightening to dry more quickly, so she squatted and knelt forward to tug them into place, her small breasts wiggling about in her bra as her arms worked with care. Satisfied with the placement, she stood up, glanced briefly at Jake, then turned and leapt forward into the water, immersing herself completely and taking a few practiced strokes out a few yards from shore. Gliding to a stop, she then dove down, her ass bobbing up above the surface before her legs kicked and she submerged for a few seconds until her head re-emerged, short hair now soaked and lengthened as it slicked to her head, down her temples and in her face. As Priscilla brushed her wet locks from her eyes, her hair felt clean, all the pollen rinsed away. It was refreshing. Still, she felt strangely uninhibited and care-free. She stroked back towards shore, and then even knowing that the water was crystal clear, she slipped off her white bra, her small stiff nipples on display with the only obscurity being the ripples of the water. Finally, she pulled up her knees and slipped off her panties. Her nudity now fully complete, she tossed her underthings to the shore, reasoning to herself that they would have to dry just like everything else.

Indulgently then, Priscilla stretched out onto her back, her arms lazily arcing upward in turn to stroke her way out a few yards from the edge as her feet gently kicked an elegant wake into the surface of the water. She floated there, the warmth of the sun glowing bright orange behind her closed eyelids, her nipples atop the puffy cones of her areolas glistening magenta with wet and the triangle of her once tawny pelt now darkened at such stage of her life matted down. She basked, all the while knowing that Jake could see it all, and reveling in the notion that the young immature horndog couldn't help himself from being totally aroused by the sight of her body. She imagined that the poor guy was probably losing his mind, and smirked to herself. After what Jake had just done to her, he deserved it, she rationalized.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"You seem out of breath. Do you need help to get down there? I could piggy-back you."

Priscilla gave an angry snort, and pulled away from his hand, leaving Jake grasping at air..

"No, it's all right," she shook her head in complete disgust. Before he could utter a word, she turned and stormed away.

What the fuck was that? The separation was like a slap in the face. Sudden, abrupt and sobering. Whatever spell had been between them, for the moment, was broken. What had he done this time?

She wanted you to kiss her dumb ass. A voice in his head said.

No, surely not. She had repeatedly thrown cold water on any of his ideas that involved having fun. Rolling her eyes at everything that came out of his mouth was her preferred method of communication. Kiss him? In his dreams. He had to get a hold of himself.

He shook his head and hurried after the scientist. As he half jogged down the slope, he did his best to ignore the way Priscilla’s hips sashayed to and fro. Each movement distinctly feminine and accentuating every soft curve of her body.

Once more the warmth of the day, and the smell of the flora filled his senses. The pleasant glow of the field melted his doubts away. He just needed to enjoy the sunshine, the moment and the view as they descended the slope towards the crystal pools.

Priscilla seemed intent on the pool of water and failed to notice a small tree bearing small pink objects close to their left near the shore.

Food!

While his companion continued toward the water, Jake followed his rumbling stomach.

The area around the tree was littered with small overripe fruit that reminded Jake of peaches. Although they were very pink and a little over half the size of a regular peach. Several were half eaten possibly by monkeys or birds, which was a good sign. He was aware of the number of poisonous things in the jungle. But anything a monkey feasted on was more likely to be edible than not.

Jake plucked the four ripest from the tree, licking his lips in anticipation. He better check in with Priscilla before eating these. Just to be sure. But as he turned back to the shore his voice caught in his throat.

The sexy scientist was leaning forward showing off her delectable derriere. At some point she’d removed her top and trousers. Her perfect round ass seemed to sway back and forth teasing him as her hands played with the water.

Jake licked his dry lip. His thumb lightly caressed the smooth skin of the fruit in his hand. The soft flesh beneath yielded at the light squeeze of his hand.

With a sudden, graceful movement she stood and pivoted on the spot. Soaking wet trousers landed unceremonially on the rocks near her clothes. Shaking her head in disapproval she splashed to the shore and squatted before her crumpled clothing. She began to rearrange it to her satisfaction.

He tried to tear his gaze away, but her pert breasts jiggled with every movement and when Priscilla leant forward Jake caught the briefest hint of cleavage. Two erect nipples poked through the constraints of her sports bra captivating him.

His thumb made tighter circles over the soft flesh in his hand. A pleasant itch agitated his balls and dick. Filling him with an urge.

So mesmerised was he, that he didn’t realise that the fruit was in his mouth until he took a bite.

With eyes still fixed on the soft swells within Priscilla’s sports bra, the fruits juices erupted from within and gushed over his tongue and mouth. The sticky nectar spilled down his chin and coated his fingers. Greedily, he devoured its soft flesh leaving only the seed behind. All too quickly, it was gone.

He cleaned his face as Priscilla gave her trousers a satisfied nod. Standing she cast a knowing look in his direction. Her eyes squinted suspiciously and she pursed her lips. A slight smile playing at the edges of her mouth. An expression that sent a jolt of electricity through his groin.

She knew he was watching her, and she was teasing him on purpose.

Then she was gone. One moment she was hitting him with a look that was part disapproval, part teasing, part disgust, part invitation, and the next Priscilla was launching herself into the water. With strong strokes she swam out toward the centre of the pool before diving beneath the surface.

Jake hurried down to the shoreline. He arrived in time to have Priscilla’s sports bra land at his feet. Her underpants followed several moments later. Jake’s jaw dropped when Priscilla surfaced again and twisted onto her back. A naked tit emerged from within the surface before slipping out of view again as the woman performed an elegant back stroke away from him.

With impatient movements Jake unblucked his own pants and dumped his shirt on the ground. He paused long enough to wrap the fruit in the clothing that was still covered in seeds and pollen. Just in case an animal came along and took it. Boots, socks and pants followed until he too stood in only his underpants by the shore.

He paused, gathered himself and then stepped into the water. Once submerged, he made a show of stripping his underpants off and tossed them next to his clothes.

He dove under the warm water, swam down to a layer of refreshing cooler water before returning to the surface with a series of powerful strokes. He shouted with delight at the relief from the hot sun and long trek. The water was wonderfully refreshing. Washing away the last of the fruits juices from his skin and clearing his hair of plant stuff. His eyes found Priscilla who was floating in the centre of the pool closer to the waterfall. The clear water hinting at her nudity from this angle.

Jake swam closer.

“Hi,” he said as he came nearer. He rolled over and started circling the woman, playfully. “This is a new look for you.” He paused and started treading water listening for her reply. As he bobbed up and down on the spot he found himself inching closer. Maybe it was her close proximity, but he could feel his blood rushing toward his crotch. Another inch as he lost himself in her smokey blue eyes. Another inch as he found himself examining the curve of her mouth once more.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

She was turning him on, not that it was so difficult with someone so immature in his concupiscence, but still Priscilla felt good about herself, her form at age forty was holding up quite well if she did think so herself. Her actions were deliberate despite how it was unprofessional as hell, of this she was certainly aware, but she reasoned that no one would know. Truth be told, she was feeling a bit randy in her own right and indulging herself, and she justified it all by telling herself that she was doing it just to get back at Mr Speed and nothing more. It wasn't as if anything was going to happen. She was just messing with his head and he made it too easy for her obviously superior intellect.

He had some fruit in his hands and his mouth was full. He'd found something to eat and that did remind her of her own empty stomach as she watched him hastily undress to join her in the water. Once in, he removed his underwear and he too was fully naked. When Jake dove down, she could watch his form between the ripples until his head resurfaced and he began to swim towards her. Priscilla noted that he was a good swimmer, perhaps as good as she was.

"Hi. This is a new look for you."

Priscilla smirked. He was certainly noticing and she was dismissing and it all seemed to make him want her even more. Relishing the thought, she re-established the space between them that he had been slowly diminishing, and dove down again, her ass popping up as her body jacknifed at the waist giving him some more show. Under the water, she checked out his well proportioned body, assuming that it was his natural gift as she did not figure him for the type that worked out or looked after oneself much. Of course she also could not help but notice his package, his stalk of meat floating and bobbing about and ball sac gently bouncing under his pubic nest. Perhaps it was his thick foreskin that made him appear bigger, and she noted that water itself distorted the size of things. Twisting herself about, she kicked away, exhaling some bubbles, but before surfacing for air she took one last look. He had a nice cock. It seemed to be jutting fully straight out now, his glans protruding from the folds. Breaking the surface finally, Priscilla chuckled playfully, wondering how long he would last until he had to jerk himself off from looking at her.

"How's the fruit?" she asked him bluntly. "You haven't vomited or keeled over yet," she said. "You make a good guinea pig." Then she swam towards shore until she could stand and wade out of the water and examine the tree, her hair slicked back and body dripping wet, glistening in the sun.

The tree was a broadleaf with thick dark green foliage and stood no more than twelve feet tall. Her analysis made her wish that she knew a bit more about botany. Its fruit was mostly pinkish but more resembled an apricot, and was ripe enough to be picked easily. In fact several of the ova lay about her feet, bruised from the fall or nibbled at by wildlife. Priscilla reached out and picked one down from the closest branch, the stem snapping with no effort at all.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Jake had no idea why Priscilla dove deeper into the water. One moment she was treading water in front of him, the next her naked form became a distorted dark shadow under rippling waves. She twisted this way and that beneath the surface in a solo dance whose ultimate outcome was unmistakable. She was checking out his dick.

She held her breath a long time, and after one last longing look, she spun in the water and stroked back towards the shore. Jake immediately gave chase. His erection fuelling his movements, but only for a few second. He gained ground and could have caught her if he wanted to. He could have grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her playfully under the water. Or he could have caught her around the waist and pull her into his embrace. Feel the sensation of her perfect breasts against his chest. The press of her stomach or thigh against his throbbing member. The feel of his lips on hers, and his tongue in her mouth, before he gave her a closer look of the very thing she’d been ogling only moments before.

As these thoughts and fantasies fuelled Jake’s hard on, he swore he could hear drumming somewhere in the background. Drumming that was urging him on. Drumming that seemed synchronised with his heartbeat. But the moment he stopped to focus on it, it was gone. Like a half-forgotten dream dispelled by a rational mind.

As appealing as these fantasies were, he paused and his toes touched the bottom of the pool. In that moment he realised a simple truth. That wasn’t the game she wanted to play. Not, yet at least.

With face barely above the water and toes on the rock floor he hopped forward enjoying the sensation of the water caressing his bulging manhood. Twisting and twirling in micro-currents around hardened meat.

Meanwhile, Priscilla, the minxy little exhibitionist, was making sure to give him lots of eye candy to keep him that way. She stepped out of the pond. Her two hands pushing her hair flat on her head.. Her long spine stretched from her elegant neck to her toned ass, which gyrating left and right with every step. Jake caught a glimpse of side tit, as she stepped toward the tree and plucked a pink fruit from it’s branches.

“That isn’t ripe,” he called out. “Not yet. It might look like it is ready, but the flesh is too hard and unyielding. I picked some fruits for you already. Buried it under those clothes.” He pointed toward the untidy pile of sweat stained cloth. It seemed the nine months he spent fruit-picking as a teen might have taught him a few things outside Priscilla’s wide scope of expertise. “Two for you, one for me. Toss me mine.”

He ogled her naked body as she turned back toward the shore. It was difficult to resist the urge to fondle himself, but he bided his time. Enjoying what was on offer. It felt weird that his hard on wasn’t going down, but he wasn’t complaining.

But then of course, his mouth started shooting off before his brain could stop it.

“You know, I never would have picked you as being such a cock tease. Not going to lie, but I’m into it. It’s nice to see you loosening up and finally getting into the spirit of the adventure. Welcome to Temple of Peruda il Huitaca, the temple of love!”

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"That isn't ripe. Not yet. It might look like it is ready, but the flesh is too hard and unyielding. I picked some fruits for you already. Buried it under those clothes. Two for you, one for me. Toss me mine."

Priscilla smirked over her shoulder at the pile of clothes and turned back to the tree with a shrug. The fruit in her hand seemed soft enough. It had some give but wasn't at all mushy.

"I don't like them too ripe," she called back and took a bite. The juice spilled out and coated her tongue, a burning sour. She grimaced and swallowed down. Unsure that she could stomach another bite, she dropped her harvest and scanned the branches for another, but didn't really see a better candidate. Between the leaves and boughs, she could the bridge to the golden pillars, its foot just a few yards down the shore. The very reason that they had come all this way, it beckoned her. Priscilla moved up the bank a couple of steps to get a clear view. The smooth stone sloped upwards to span the lush vegetation.

"You know, I never would have picked you as being such a cock tease."

Jake snapped her concentration and she jerked her head to look at him as he tread water and made his allegation.

"Not going to lie, but I'm into it. It's nice to see you loosening up and finally getting into the spirit of the adventure. Welcome to Temple of Peruda il Huitaca, the temple of love!"

She was officially put off! As if he would dare to accuse her of that, even moreso that he would claim to like it. What nerve! It certainly couldn't be because he had her figured out. On top of that, he more than hinted the notion that she was somehow stuck up. Her expression turned to a scowl and she trudged back to her clothes, although placing her steps with care along the stony shore left her disappointed that she couldn't stomp harder without injuring her feet. She reached for his clothes first, kneeling down this time, unwrapping his dry and still pollen-dusted sweater. The fruit that he had picked was much softer, too ripe it seemed.

"Here you go," she warned and lobbed one at his head. Then she straightened up and took a bite herself. As much as she tried to keep her lips sealed, the juice still managed to burst forth and run down her chin, and she flinched to let it drip to the ground and not get her clean self sticky again so soon. This one was extremely sweet, rich even, and she savored the first mouthful a moment before devouring the rest and tossing the small pit into the bushes. Once the original richness subsided, the aftertaste left her wanting another. The last one tempted her.

"There is nothing in the legend of The Temple of Peruda il Huitaca or any of its writings that refers to it as any such 'temple of love," she shook her head ruefully. He was just too horny. Perhaps she had overdone it. If she wasn't careful he might force himself on her. Out here, no one would say anything. It had never happened to her but she knew a couple of women that it did happen to. Her clothes had been drying rather quickly laid out in the sun but were obviously still quite damp. Her skin was mostly dry too, at least on all the exposed surfaces. Priscilla shimmied back into her panties, running her thumbs under the waist band a few times to ensure the fit before stepping into her pants one leg at a time. Then she slipped her bra over her head and tucked herself back into place and sat to put on her socks. Finally, she threw her yellow top back on, tugging out all the humid creases until it hung straight, and reached for her shoes but smirked when realizing that they were still quite wet. The remaining fruit was still sitting on Jake's sweater. She looked at it and then at Jake.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"Here you go," Priscilla’s almost shouted in a defiant voice. The small fruit he’d picked earlier smacked him in the side of the head with a painful squelch. Jake clutched his crown as the fruit ricocheted off his skull and disappeared into the water.

What the fuck! That actually hurt.

Quickly he dove under the water and swam to retrieve the sinking, squished peach. He grabbed it without too much trouble and quickly resurfaced.

Glaring at Priscilla who was in the middle of getting dressed, he shoved the fruit between his teeth and swam to shallower water where he could eat the rest.

"There is nothing in the legend of The Temple of Peruda il Huitaca or any of its writings that refers to it as any such 'temple of love," she lectured, as she slipped each of her luscious breasts back into the sports bra. Her tone of voice was authoritative, bordering on haughty. Was it wrong that, that kind of turned him on? Probably best not to tell her that, though.

It appeared that he’d said the wrong thing, again!

Obviously, she didn’t take too kindly being called on her shit. Which was completely unfair. She was the one who’d stripped naked while giving him little side glances the whole time. She literally just swam under the water to scope out the size of his penis.

Rubbing his head, he bit into his small meal, sucking the juice from the pit before submerging beneath the still water to clean his face. He glared at Priscilla.

He liked a woman who had fire in her belly, but drew the line when they started using him as target practice. He opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it again. Better to hold his tongue. They had enough problems. Now was not the time to turn on each other.

Disappointingly, Priscilla was fully dressed and not paying him much attention as she laced her shoes. He waited a few moments for his manhood to relax, but strangely the erection persisted. Something was off with his penis. He wasn’t usually able to sustain an erection for this long. Especially without any tactile stimulation. Yet he was still hard and judging by the clench in that muscle it wasn’t going to relax any time soon.

He stared longingly at the woman waiting for him on the shore. There was no avoiding it. He had to get out sooner or later. He felt hot, like his pelvis were being pulled toward her. He took one step and then another.

With cock almost painfully erect, he rose up out of the water, but didn’t make his way toward Priscilla. Instead he padded toward his clothes. Get dressed, cover this up, and judging by the tone of voice Priscilla had used, never speak of this ever again.

But, he was two paces out when he was forced to pause as a sudden wave of euphoria struck him, leaving Jake momentarily disorientating. He became enrapture by the sensation of the sunlight kissing his wet skin, while the cooling droplets of water offer a soothing embrace. The slight breeze seemed to sent gentle caresses across his sensitive skin and hard nipples. Each sensation reminding him that his arousal didn't need to be confined to his cock.

He shook his head and the buzz passed leaving behind a warm afterglow. It took him a moment to realise he was standing on the shore, with hard-on pointed up over the bridge toward the entrance to the cave. A rainbow of colour danced across the surface of the pond below the bridge, which made him smile.

On either side of the bridge were more trees with what looked like plenty more of the little fruits. Especially the ones on the far side. Beyond that were the two pillars and from here he could just make out the top of the cave mouth.

Something… something was calling him up there. Whether to pick more fruit or find out what was hidden at the top of the hill, he didn’t know. He just knew that something amazing was waiting for him. He lost himself, and was a third of the way across the bridge before he came to his senses and the stark realization that his were clothes still piled up forgotten by the shore along with his female companion.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Priscilla tied her shoes as Jake sloshed about in the water, chasing down his snack and wading in to shore. As he got dressed, she ate her second little apricot, wiping the juice from her lips with the back of her hand and licking it as clean as she could before tossing the pit.

She noticed that her clothing was not the only thing damp. Her slit too was rather pliant and tickled for attention. Priscilla stretched her legs out and reached for her toes, then brought her knees in to cross them while she squeezed her thighs together for a little relief, disguising the move as part of her limbering-up routine.

Depositing Jake's book back into her pocket, Priscilla stood up to see Jake already ascending the bridge, his tight bare buttocks flexing with each step up the smooth stone footpath. She'd be damned if she would let him reach the entrance before her, that was for sure. As she started off after him he stopped short as if he were forgetting something.

"You're not going up there naked are you?" she asked, almost at a jog pace. Then as her left foot took the first step upon the bridge, a quiver struck her and she stopped as it radiated out from her womb, rippling outwards to her cunt, ovaries, tummy heart and breasts. It was not an orgasm, but an urgent tranquility in a pattern not unlike a sexual climax. Priscilla breathed for a moment until she realized that her eyes were fixed upon his relentlessly rigid stalk as it pointed upward with insistence. Forcefully, she ripped her gaze free to look him in the eye. "If you get sunburn on that I'm so not putting lotion on it," she said matter-of-factly.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"You're not going up there naked are you?" Priscilla’s voice called him back from his dream-like fugue. Jake felt a moment of disorientation and confusion and had to shake his head before steadying himself. What had made him forget his clothes like that? That was embarrassing.

Yet as he stood on the bridge it was impossible to ignore the storm of emotions and sensations all vying for his attention.

The roar of the waterfall filled his ears. The kisses of the sunlight warmed his skin. The faint smell of flowers and peaches filled his nose The pleasant ache of arousal washed through his being until it all mixed together in an overwhelming compound of bodily delight. It was impossible not to lose yourself to that.

Fortunately, once again, his female companion brought him back to reality with a snarky comment.

"If you get sunburn on that I'm so not putting lotion on it."

It took him a bit longer than usual to come up with a retort. “Considering we don’t have any lotion, I wasn’t expecting you to, unless you’ve been holding out on me,”

His momentary delight at his own clever response was quickly undermined as he realised he needed to proceed with a walk of shame back to his clothing that still lay next to the pond. No doubt Priscilla would be mocking him the whole way. His only comeuppance was the clear effect his nudity was having on the woman.

It was fun to see how much his hard-on was distracting her, and a turn on to see the conflict that it elicited. Despite all her talk and best efforts to remain professional she was unable to hide the desire in her eyes. The not so quick glances at his member. The not so subtle erect nubs on her chest, and the flush on her face were all very satisfying to witness. He liked that the sight of him could do that to her.

Not that he was doing any better. Priscilla may have been dressed, but she was no less alluring. The way her mouth curved into a smirk sent a jolt of nerves and excitement into his belly. She was on the bridge now standing at an angle to him almost subconsciously thrusting her tits in his direction. The way she pressed her thighs together caused her hip to jut out and sway sexily back and forth. A movement that threatened to put him back into a hypnotic daze.

“It looks like you are the one that wants a big old dose of the vitamin D,” he retorted shooting a brief glance at his penis. "Say the word and you can have all of mine."

They were closer now, and he was going to have to squeeze past her to get to his clothes. The bridge was barely wide enough for two people to stand side by side. As he drew closer to Priscilla he could sense her tense up. Whether from nerves or anticipation wasn’t clear. Flirting to one side, he didn’t want her to feel unsafe. Better to be respectful enough so that she felt safe around him.

So as he squeezed past her he pivoted away, so his erection pointed toward the waterfall and not at her. His naked buttock brushed against her jeans as he passed, The brief tactile contact sent trills through his skin. He glanced over his shoulder at the scientist to see her reaction, and mostly to check in, but then it happened.

The kiss was more instinct than intent. As he moved past her, his shoulder dipped and before she could stop him, his face darted in. Their dry lips met for a second, almost two before his previous momentum pulled him past and away.

The stolen kiss was sweet but all too brief, and in the moment that followed he was almost as surprised that he’d done it, as Priscilla must have been.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

The falls were near. She could even faintly feel some of its cool and refreshing mist on her hands and face, and its crushing sound filled in all of the air between their voices. It had a mesmerizing effect and Priscilla was finding it difficult to maintain a train of thought. 'The entrance,' she had to remind herself forcefully, chalking it up to the pollen getting to her again, messing with her mind. They needed to move on. Jake still wasn't dressed and even seemed to be stalling.

"Considering we don't have any lotion, I wasn't expecting you to, unless you've been holding out on me." he responded finally. It was true, they had nothing, no tools, no supplies, no shelter, nothing to survive on but what their surroundings offered. "It looks like you are the one that wants a big old dose of the vitamin D. Say the word and you can have all of mine."

"What?" she said pointedly, her mood instantly hardening, eyes narrowing at him. Before she could elaborate her thoughts of what a disgusting perv he was being, Jake finally started moving and she wasn't about to get in his way. The bridge was narrow and she stepped aside as best she could, although the low stone edgewall was barely above her knee so she had to be careful not to fall. Priscilla was relieved that he turned his phallus to face opposite of her, but still kept a careful eye on him. Just as she thought he was past, he stole the kiss from her scowling lips. It angered her to no end, steaming her up, yet for the brief moment that they were pressed together she could not pull away.

"Ughh," she glared at him when he finally stepped back. Her face was flushed with frustrated rage yet her body shuddered in a convulsion of heat. Her chest heaved heavily for another moment as she stared him and his audacity down before snapping herself away and tramping up the bridge towards the cliffside entrance.

Over the edge, the vegetation flourished a few feet below. Occasionally the tops of the fruit trees would rise level to the stone bridge, some within arm's reach. Passing the falls, several yards on her right, the mist surrounded her, which helped to calm her somewhat, and the loud crush of the plunge drowned out anything that Jake may have been calling after her. The golden pillars drew near and she welcomed something else to focus on. Priscilla reached the end of the bridge and walked right up to the left pillar, placing her palm upon it. It was pure gold and she wondered just how deep the stratum went. It's surface was etched with patterns, glyphs. Closer inspection revealed that they all were depictions of sex acts, graphic figures in profile - from behind, missionary, girl riding. Her eyes scanned up and down. As far as she could see the entire thing was covered with the figures. Here and there were symbols. Priscilla recognized them as Jivoran from her texts.

It couldn't be. If it were true it would be the greatest find in the history of archaeology - and it was all in plain sight! She didn't even need a shovel or a pick. The awe of the potential discovery left her breathless and staggering. She leaned a palm to the pillar to collect herself and after a moment turned to examine the other pillar a few feet to the right. It looked identical, with it's bawdy figures interspersed with ancient symbols. On instinct, she reached for her tablet phone to reference the map that she had digitized, but the only thing in her pocket was Jake's booklet.

"Damn," she hissed, cursing all of her missing gear. She had planned everything so meticulously only for it all to go sideways in the blink of a morning fog. Jivoran symbols were terribly difficult to memorize, probably more messy than Chinese (and certainly the lost translations were less precise), and with electronic texts to rely on, she hadn't committed many to memory. Still, she scanned the etchings for anything familiar.

"Beware," she read aloud. Excitement grew in her chest. Beware was the first symbol on the map! "Beware - protected by trance of sex," she recalled the translation that the software had provided. Perhaps it was what the rest of the symbols said, although the characters were too intricate to remember distinctly, and the symbols were not run together but rather intermixed with the fornicating figures. If only she had the map to compare or her text to look up. Priscilla kept examining the work, from bent-at-the-waist, missionary, standing up, a symbol, doggy, reverse ride, press, another symbol. Then she realized - all of the positions were coitus, no oral, no digital. All of the figures were fucking. Priscilla's womb quivered and another rush of heat ran through her.

The crush of the falls was beautiful and mesmerizing. She gazed out at the foaming white plunge. In the foreground the specks of pink fruit from a tree top ten yards back out on the bridge beckoned. She walked over and reached to test four or five, picking the two softest, and ate the first one, juicy and sweet. Then with a sigh she turned back to the pillars but noticed the entrance into the cliffside that she had previously ignored. With a renewed interest, she scurried over only to be puzzled by the markings there. A large slab of stone had clearly been cut - and with precision too - but sat flush with and immobile within the cliff face. There had to be a mechanism for it to open, indeed if it still worked after how many centuries.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Priscilla’s face went beat red with a storm of conflicting emotions. Her expression shifted so rapidly that it was impossible to know what she was thinking or would do next. Would she kiss him back? Slap him?

When he’d kissed her for the briefest moment, he thought he’d felt her lips responding to his. But he wasn’t sure if that was real or just wishful thinking. Regardless, the experience left him with a tingling pleasurable sensation that lingered about his mouth.

After several seconds that felt like an eternity, her expression hardened and he shrank under her withering gaze. With a frustrated “Ugh,” Priscilla threw her arms in the air and stormed back up towards the Temple gate.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck sticks!

He stared after the furious woman for a few moments as she strode past several fruit trees and up toward the pillars. With a sigh, Jake turned and trudged back down to the edge of the pond. Whilst he still felt horny, Priscilla’s cutting stare seemed to have had an effect on his physical arousal, and while far from flacid, his had erection faded.

His clothes were still dirty and covered in pollen from their trek across the flower field. He wasn’t too worried about his pants, the pollen wouldn’t irritate his skin through the thick material of his trousers. His shirt was a different matter, though. Jake waded back into the water with and scrubbed it with a quiet fury. Hoping to take his frustration at the woman and himself out on his shirt. Soon he was surrounded by a rainbow of seedlings that fled away in every direction.

Why did he have to be such an idiot? What had gotten into him? It didn’t help that Priscilla was tossing out mixed signals faster than his brain could cope, but he shouldn’t have been so brazen. Kissing her… urgh.

Why was he so hot for her all of a sudden anyway? Fine she was hot and smart. But she never laughed at any of his jokes, she thought he was an idiot, and… well that was it really. Just those two things. But still they were a big deal to him.

If only she could loosen up.

That’s not it, stupid. Your jokes aren’t funny. They are making her uncomfortable.

A confusion of thoughts and conflicting emotions, Jake stood and wrung out his shirt. Stepping back onto the shore, he slipped into his pants and wrapped the soaking shirt over his broad chest.

Maybe he had it all wrong with her. Maybe he didn’t. At the end of the day, it didn’t matter. They had a job to do. Hot for her or not, he didn’t come here to get laid. He came here to stop Balthizar, and makes sure that bastard didn’t sacrifice the Anders girl.

If what he heard in the lab that night was true, the poor girls life hung in the balance. While he may not be able to stop Balthizar direct, maybe if the bastard knew they weren’t alone in the temple he’d think twice before doing anything.

Then there was Priscilla, she definitely wasn’t here to get fucked. The discovery of this temple must be a career defining moment for her. While she was trying to unlock the secrets of this ancient temple he pestering her with kisses and hard-ons.

This was a fantastic opportunity for them both, if he could stop thinking with his dick for more than five minutes. Priscilla would insist that the major finds be entered into a museum, but Jake was sure there would be enough nicks and knacks that no one would miss. Certainly, enough to set him up for life.

The wet clammy cloth against his chest offered him a cool respite to the day and helped sober him a bit. Feeling a little more like himself, he put on his shoes and strode back up towards the bridge. After the last look she gave him, Jake was unsure how he would be received. But if nothing else, at least he knew where he stood with her - In the dog house.

When he approached Priscilla was staring intently at one of the giant golden pillars. She was leaning forward with her shapely buttocks swaying hypnotically back and forth. As he drew closer, Jake was filled with a sudden desire to either slap it, fondle it or pinch it.

Instead, he shoved his hand in his pocket. His fingers brushing against the swelling flesh between his legs.

He drew closer and noticed she had been staring at some sort of ancient porno cartoon that had been carved into the side of the golden pillar shaped a bit like a cock. The images were crude, but Priscilla was obviously into that sort of thing. So fascinated by it was she, that she didn’t seem to hear him approach.

A few snide remarks floated to his lips, but he held his tongue.

He was about to announce his presence when she turned toward the cave entrance. Her eyes were filled with excitement, and her face was intent and it was clear her mind was filled with thoughts and theories about what was seeing,

Wordlessly, he followed her toward the cave. They passed several trees filled with fruits and smaller patches of the flowers they had strode through in the field, but Jake ignored them all. The flora and fauna gave way to a natural stone floor. The cave entrance was out of the sunlight. Perhaps twenty feet into the darkened cavern their way was blocked by a wall made from giant mud bricks that disappeared into the shadows. The light from the entrance drew their eyes toward large golden double doors that had not been visible from across the pillars.

This was it. The way in.

Except, there was no visible door nob, handle, or device to open the door. There was, however, a larger version of the images etched onto the outside pillars, carved into the gold surface of the door. Jake followed behind Priscilla to get a closer look. These images seemed much less random that the ones outside and no one was fucking. These appeared to be telling some sort of story.

The first image was of a naked man and a woman or priestess of some kind picking fruit from a tree. The tree resembled each of the trees they had spotted on the trail up here. While both were naked, the woman wore a traditional head dress. The man’s flaccid penis hung from between he legs.

In the next image both were kneeling facing the other. The man was offering his lover the fruit they had picked. But in this, the woman had one hand between her legs and the man’s dick was hard, impossibly large, and pointed toward his priestess.

The final image had the man still kneeling while the woman carried in her hands a dozen seeds or pips from the fruit. She was offering these to a giant woman who stood nearly twice the size of the priestess. Behind them in the background was an open doorway. Golden streaks surrounding the giantess like a halo, leaving Jake to suspect that this represented the goddess of the temple.

That was until he noticed a shape to their left. A giant golden statue of the same woman in the carving was erected a short distance away from the door. She was positioned in the shadows away from the entrance, which is why they hadn’t seen her. But her empty hand was extended toward the couple in the exact same position as the carved picture.

“Incredible,” Jake muttered, marveling at the craftsmanship of the golden naked woman. Strangely there was something pure about her. Something beautiful that was distinctly not sexual. A statue that celebrated the beauty of the female body rather than portraying it as symbol of desire. “Perfection,” he muttered again.

The statue of the goddess, if indeed that was who it was, smiled down at them. Her body twisted in an artistic pose. Her breasts were about the same size as Priscilla’s in proportion to the Godesses body. Long perfectly manicured nails decorated the end of each finger as the open hand waited for it’s offering.

Jake and Priscilla exchanged an excited look.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

As her eyes adjusted to the shadows of the cave opening, the figures on what appeared to be the door took shape. The door itself was also gold and Priscilla could not fathom just how all of this gold on full display - with absolurtely no attempts to hide it whatsoever - was not looted in two-thousand years. How she would have loved to bring the spectrometer in to the scene, a whole team in fact.

The pictorals themselves were more lewdness. The one right before her showed an aroused couple on their knees with fruit, which she immediately took as some sort of fertility metaphor. The image that preceeded on the left was more nakedness - a couple, presumably the same one - picking fruit. Priscilla clued in to the trees around them. To the right was a depiction of a fruit offering, the woman presenting seeds to some sort of Goddess.

When she saw the head dress it hit her like the crush of the falls nearby. It was the woman in her dream that morning. It couldn't be. It was not possible, yet the quivering feeling in her loins and the bursting in her chest was adamant. Priscilla scrutinized the etching. It was a graphic, very similar to Egyptian with no attempts for any realistic detail, save for the proportions, so she could not compare the image to that in her dream, other than the indication of the head dress.

"Incredible."

Jake had joined her in his wet clothes. When she stepped towards him she noticed the 'Goddess' in the corner. She too was gold and wore the head dress.

"Perfection."

Priscilla scoffed at his notion of perfection. The statue was a charicature, although again very well proportioned with pert but surprisingly modest breasts. She also had a heavy natural bush. She stood next to him, his shirt wrinkled and clinging to his back and arms as it dripped with lake water. The rush of the falls echoed deeply, soothingly, into the cave entrance where they stood and the shade was cool and refreshing. Through it all, Priscilla had an overwhelming urge to masturbate, to relieve the tension between her thighs, in her core, in her breasts, but there was simply no privacy.

"Okay," she huffed, almost grunting in frustration, as she tried to break the tension and focus herself. "The pictorals," she said, pointing them out. "The fruit trees. Pick the fruit and give it to her," she said gesturing to the Golden Goddess. "Peruda. Is that her?" she posed. "Could it be that obvious or is there more to it?"

The pieces of fruit in her hand were warming and ripening at her touch. She ate another, wiping the juice from her lip on her cuff. Then she began to piece things together - trance of sex, her arousal, his stout erection, the pollen, Jake's lewd comments. Priscilla certainly was not about to admit just how randy she was feeling. It all seemed so silly, but of course the entire day had been a mindfuck so far.

"Beware, trance of sex," she reminded him, glancing down not so subtly at his groin, as if he were the only one turned on. "We have to focus or we could be trapped here." She ate another peach and held the two sticky pits in her palm.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Priscilla’s audible mocking grunt once again snapped Jake from his daze. He could feel her rolling her eyes from behind his back, again. He had intended to behave himself and avoid further confrontation. But she wasn’t even trying to hide the disrespect or contempt she had for him.

Arms crossed, Jake spun around and shot her a – ‘Way to ruin the moment’ look. But she was already engaged with her historically significant pornographic cartoons. Made, no doubt, by historically significant perverts that probably had women rolling their historically significant eyes at them whenever they’d carved them.

Far be it for him to appreciate some other form of artwork. Obviously, she wasn’t into sculpture.

Priscilla’s face was pensive, and she couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting or moving about with pent up energy. She was clearly agitated and when she spoke her words were just a little too loud and a little too forced.

"Okay," she snapped, forcing her hands into two balled fists. "The pictorials. The fruit trees. Pick the fruit and give it to her," she said pointing to each pictorial in turn until her attention was on the statue. "Peruda. Is that her? Could it be that obvious or is there more to it?"

“That would be my guess,” Jake replied, quietly wondering if she cared what he thought.

Priscilla produced several small round pieces of fruit that she must have collected before they entered the cave. She took a bite, sucking on the juices that spilled from the ripe flesh. Within moments she’d devoured the first and appeared to be nodding to herself. Her big brain clearly working the problem.

"Beware, trance of sex," she said, as though the phrase were the most normal thing in the world to say. Her voice was a little husky. She exhaled heavily, shooting a longing look at his crotch before tearing her eyes away and back to his face.

Normally, he might have been encouraged by such lustful glances and sidelong looks. But Priscilla had already shot him down several times today. First in the field, then the lake, and then the bridge. Whatever game she was playing, he already knew how it ended, and to be frank he was getting tired of it.

He’d already made his intentions clear, and she’d rebuked him. So, while he continued to feel a warm tingling in the head of his penis, the sting of her previous rejections sobered him. He figured, the best thing to do was ignore her. He’d embarrassed himself enough for one day.

Jake held her gaze with a serious ‘I saw what you were just looking at’ –expression. But made no comment to either encourage or disapprove of the behaviour. Jake left the moment to sit between them. "We have to focus, or we could be trapped here," she said at last. Her words broke through the tension.

What she was talking about? He began to wonder if it really was a good idea to eat that fruit. He’d only devoured two, and that was awhile ago. Priscilla must have had more than twice that. She appeared to be talking in riddles, but he couldn’t be sure if that was the reason. Well, she was the expert and it wasn't like she was using him as a guinea pig to test the damn things. She was wolfing them down with gusto.

“I guess I’ll get some more.” He glanced at the last piece of fruit in her hand. “ I should only be a few minutes. Call out if you need me.”

Jake turned and strode back to the entrance of the cave and squinted at the bright sun light.

He moved from one tree to the next with wet shirt out to make a small nest for his booty. It took a little under five minutes before he’d collected another ten. With a nod of satisfaction he returned to the cave which held the presumed entrance to the temple, the golden statue and his companion.

“I have them,” he called out announcing his entrance.

Priscilla must have been concentrating on something because she jumped when he announced his return. The cave seemed darker after the bright sunlight and it took his eyes a few moments to adjust and make her out. He carried his stash to the golden door and took a seat cross legged next to the scientist.

He took a careful bite, trying to minimize the mess that spilled down to his chin.

“This trance of sex - you talked about that back at the lab, but didn’t actually say what it was.”

He ate more of the fruit as Priscilla explained her thoughts and theories on the subject. As he finished the firs fruit he cleaned the pip with his tongue and collected it in his left hand before reaching for another. He was fully erect by the time he was half way through the third.

“It sounds like,” he said trying to ignore the throbbing ache in his crotch, “that we need to work together. Keep checking each other out. I mean check up on each other.” He shook his head. He really hadn’t meant to say that. “Keep each other honest. I’ll try and be more serious. Make less jokes and be respectful,” he kept his voice firm to make it clear he wasn't fooling around.

But his breathing had increased in tempo and he found his eyes wandering over Priscilla body. He wanted to run his hands over her shapely curves so bad. But she was right they needed to be careful, and she would no doubt reject him, again.

Although it was the exact opposite of what he wanted he continued. “But I need you to be nicer. Less scoffing at what I say and more patient when I don't understand stuff. What do you think? Can you be... nice?”

He listened intently to her answer. But it was becoming clear he was going to need some serious private time shortly. Where he could go somewhere and spend some serious time contemplating the erect nipples at the end of each of Priscilla's perfect breasts, and wonder what the juices between her legs might taste like, or how her sex might smell. A pulse of pleasure shot through the length of him at the thought.

No. Focus.

He held up a peach a short distance from her face. “A peace offering,” he suggested. But when she reached for it his head shook of it’s own accord, and words tumbled out of his mouth before he had time to think about them. “No, let me feed it to you. Like in the picture.”

He leaned forward, gently. Offering the fruit before her lips and wondering if she would go for it

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Jake left to collect some more fruit, leaving her alone to examine things further. The door seemed to be solid and fit into the wall with precision. She pushed on it. It did not budge. Then she leaned into it with a sweaty grunt. It was immobile, but whether it was fixed in place or simply just the weight of it she could not discern.

"I have them."

Priscilla glanced his way to witness his hasty return, then put her focus back on the Goddess. She was one solid piece except for her outstretched hand. It seemed to be attached to the end of her wrist like a retail fashion mannequin as he sat himself nearby. Priscilla was having difficulty concentrating. Her whole body was antsy, causing distraction. Bent at the waist as she examined the golden hand, she shifted her weight from one hip to the other and back again. She tried to twist the hand but it wouldn't move. Then she tugged and pushed on it, then squeezed all the fingertips but got nowhere.

"This trance of sex - you talked about that back at the lab, but didn't actually say what it was."

"That's because all I have to go on is the translation from your map," she said almost absently, her attention transfixed on the Goddess' hand. "I don't recall anything in any of the lore about any trance of ... sex," she exhaled. Just the word itself agitated her skin and bones, and she winced as she stretched her back in an arch, jutting out her behind and subtly wiggling her mound against the discomfort of her bunched gusset. She could hear Jake slurping on fruit before he spoke.

"It sounds like ... that we need to work together. Keep checking each other out. I mean check up on each other."

Priscilla smirked to herself. She could tell where his brain was. A curse like that could not be possible, yet with behavior like his, she was believing in it more and more.

"Keep each other honest. I'll try and be more serious. Make less jokes and be respectful. But I need you to be nicer. Less scoffing at what I say and more patient when I don't understand stuff. What do you think? Can you be ... nice?"

"What the fuck?" she hissed quietly. She craned her neck away from the statue to face him sitting there with his shirt full of exotic apricots. "Nice?" she repeated incredulously. "We're in the jungle," she reminded him. "With nothing. This is not a time for manners. This is survival," she half-scowled and turned her attention back to the idol. "And keep each other honest? What's that supposed to mean?" Jake Speed was driving her absolutely crazy. She had been so terribly turned on and he was so mindbogglingly adept at ruining the mood! Perhaps it would be enough to break whatever sex curse was floating around in the air. When she looked at him again, he held out his hand with one of the fruits in his palm.

"No, let me feed it to you. Like in the picture."

The fruit sat on his extended fingers, beckoning, tantalizing her. In her nearsightedness, all of its fleshiness was in perfect detail before her. Her mouth hung open as she slowly drew near, her hips slowly writhing as her weight shifted. Priscilla had just bathed in the lake and was already damp and clammy once more. Her body wanted it and she was going to let it get what it wanted.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

“And keep each other honest? What's that supposed to mean?"

Jake stared at Priscilla, incredulously. “That means we watch out for each other in case one of us falls victim to this ‘trance of sex’ and is trapped here. I can’t remember where I heard that from but apparently it is a thing.” Jake smirked at her, teasingly.

After all you couldn’t beware of a trance if you were already in the trance. You would need someone to watch out for you and keep you honest.

With a sigh, he shook his head. Like she said this was the jungle. Survival. Life and death and all that shit. They needed to work together. That wasn’t going to happen if they kept fighting. As tempting as they might be.

A peace offering,” he suggested. But when she reached for it his head shook of it’s own accord, and words tumbled out of his mouth before he had time to think about them. “No, let me feed it to you. Like in the picture.”

Proscilla’s eyes almost seemed to glaze over as her hungry eyes locked onto the fruit. With a series of sultry movements, Priscilla leaned forward and parted her lips as her face drew closer to the sultry fruit.


His eyes flicked from the swell of her breasts, to the wanton look on her face.

Her eyes closed as she took a bite and Jake could feel the juices from the small peach spurt from the flesh coating his fingers and hand, and painting priscilla’s lips and chin with its nectar.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Priscilla bit into the fruit and the juice splurted out over his hand and down her chin. Her eyes fluttered for a moment until her teeth grazed the pit and her lips closed to slurp down the succulent meat. Swallowing, she opened her mouth again to take the rest of it whole and suck the flesh from the stone. Her knees weakened and she turned to slump against the Goddess' outstretched arm. Breathing heavily, she took the pit from her mouth and eyed Jake sideways as her back writhed and arched wantingly and her ass jutted up and out behind her. Her right pant leg gave away a hot tremble as her womb quivered in lust.