Jungle Girl
by BioDread
I found her on an isolated island in the Pacific, a sensual creature of milky
white skin and bright, wild, red hair.
I had come to the island searching for a place to build my newest retreat. With
the world becoming smaller and smaller, I needed a new refuge, a place to think
away from the cell phones and computer networks. This particular island
had no carnivorous life, it was a paradise of fruit trees, waterfalls, and
rolling hills that surrounded a single, lonely, cloud-obscured peak.
After I had piloted my sea plane into a small harbor and rowed a raft to the
white sand shore, I surveyed my new refuge and named it Nirvana. Trite, I
know, but I liked the name.
I didn't find the jungle girl on my first night. I made camp at the edge
of forest and beach, building a small fire with dead wood to heat my coffee and
stew. After my repast, I reclined on my back upon the still warm sand,
watching the sky turn from red-gold to dark blue. I fell asleep outside
my tent, getting a better night's rest than I had in months.
The next morning, I was startled to discover that someone or something had
rifled through my things, stealing some of my food and spreading my clothes
everywhere. Cursing to myself, I restored order to my camp, then gathered
my compass, knife, some food, and a water bottle in preparation for hunting the
despoiler of my belongings.
The temperature rose quickly, by mid-morning my khaki shirt was soaked through
with sweat. I unbuttoned the shirt and left it open, wiping salty
perspiration from my forehead as I struggled deeper into the jungle, the air
thick with moisture. Everything glistened from the flowers to the wide,
green leaves on the towering trees. It would have been muggy, but
fortunately cool sea breezes passed through the vegetation, soothing my hot
skin. Tugging my booted feet away from clinging roots and undergrowth, I
sensed that the air was becoming even more heavy with moisture.
A low rumble echoed through the jungle, I moved faster, intent to find the
source of the noise.
Here was where I first saw the jungle girl. I broke my way through the
thick foliage and halted before a waterfall, the crest of the fall perhaps
thirty feet high. At the foot of the fall was a wide pool filled with
sparkling, clear water, the excess water pouring down a streambed that wandered
downslope to the sea. My wide eyes lowered from the spraying waterfall to
the naked girl bathing in the glittering water. The jungle girl was of
average height, with pert, creamy breasts and gleaming red hair that was
plastered to her graceful neck and slender shoulders. She was slim and
beautiful, with alabaster thighs and a small bush of light red pubic hair over
her sex.
The girl watched me while she gathered water in her small hands and poured it
over her luscious breasts. She seemed more curious than frightened, which
I was very grateful for. When the bathing girl didn't run away, I removed
my sweat-soaked shirt and dropped it on the ground. The girl continued to
watch me, pouring water over her small belly and tight, shapely buttocks.
I jerked off my boots, pants, and underwear before slipping into the clear
pool, the water was cool around my legs.
The jungle girl stopped bathing, her eyes were bright and warm as I waded
closer, my breath quickening, my cock hardening underneath the water. I
stopped at the edge of arm's reach, letting my eyes wander across her perfect,
nude body that glistened with water and sunlight. The girl leaned forward
slightly, her small nostrils widening as she sniffed me. She waded closer
to me, reaching out with her graceful right hand to touch my chest. She
smiled as she stroked my dark, sparse covering of chest hair. I leaned
close to her, sniffing her clean, bright, red hair that glowed like molten
copper. Before we realized it we were pressed together, our naked bodies
warming each other. The jungle girl was curious about my aching cock, she
tentatively touched it with her fingertips, then wrapped her hand around it,
slowly stroking it. She looked up at me when I groaned blissfully, her
green eyes wide as I hugged her tiny waist, my mouth buried in her warm, moist
hair.
The girl released my swollen prick and backed away from me, heading for the
edge of the pool. I ached to pursue her, to have her continue where she
had left off. I remained motionless, however, I simply watched her climb
out of the pool and disappear into the dense jungle.
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