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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