| White Tail Falls She slipped from the rock and I watched the small ripples fade away from her sleek form. She glided effortlessly toward the waterfall. Climbing out the mist surrounded her walking up the trail of natural stepping stones as she entered the falling water. Her light tan body stood out against the dark background of the cave beneath the falls. Her hands in her hair as her head tilted back letting the thin veil of water trickle across her face then run in rivulets down her breasts leaving a trail down her stomach where at last it collected in that dark wet mass of tangled pubes where its own tiny waterfall flowed. Her smile radiated the beauty from her face as she absorbed the cool water. Long dark hair fell down her back and a curtain across her heavy globes of almost white flesh. Dark brown circles centered by a rigid nipple stood out bold in the light colored falling water occasionally obscured to flash again and again between the light downpour. Knees together, toes perched over the rock she stood arms high and bent as she fluffed the black tendrils. Her bright doe like eyes reflected the blue pool from dark pupils as she gazed on the brave watching from the thicket around the deep watery playground. He stood behind the tan buckskin dress draped over the branches. Her sensuous eyes beckoned him to come closer. He stepped from the dense brush and stood expecting her to dash away but she stood her ground hands now crossed demurely covering the dark intersection between her firm legs. He never let her leave his sight as he removed his arm and wrist bands. His fingers worked the laces on his breechcloth. Hands gripped the heavy beaded buckskin blouse and muscles rippled as he pulled it up and over his head. His legs strong like an elk. His large chest contrasted with his narrow hips beneath the flat stomach. His manhood wavered slightly with each body movement as the tip nearly touched the indention in his muscular ribbed stomach. The thickness almost as large as her own wrist she suppressed the sharp gasp building in her throat. One oval orb hung lower under the spread of twisted curly strands as light reflected from it and its mate. His thick neck supported a sharp jaw below the high cheekbones on the chiseled features of his face. He removed the fragile feather from the knot of jet black hair he shook loose that cascaded to his shoulders and curtained his face as he leaned and deliberately placed it atop the loose pile of leather garments on a water worn smooth flat rock. He dove from the sharp cut bank and the turbulent water swallowed his sleek animal form. A dark shadow glided swiftly beneath the distorted surface when the water exploded below her almost by surprise though she had followed every movement. Agily he stepped out onto the hard slippery rocks and ascended toward her, gaze intent, his eyes never leaving his quarry unobserved. A slight tremble quivered across her lips. Not from fear but from the awaited anxiety building as her loins ached. As he stood before her his hands took her waist and her open eyes saw his near as lips touched and the light melted away beneath her closing lids. Her breasts pulled tight against his body his throbbing organ pressed hard against her she relented her soul as her arms enwrapped his firm build. His hands slid down from her back and over the soft flesh of her cheeks as his fingers imprinted pulling her close. Breathing grew harsh as lips crushed lips searching, wanting, a starved desire fed. Heads touching, arms around each others waists, backs wet and bare glistening under the light they slowly melted into the darkness behind the ever dripping waterfall. Cherokee Thorn ���Part II? I leave that up to you. � 2003 T Lovett |
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