Sinthetic Reality“Mmm…finally, a handsome stranger to keep me company,” she purred, trailing a finger down my chest.
Her touch ignited my skin despite the humid air. I shuddered as she leaned in, lips grazing my earlobe.
“I’ve been craving a man’s touch. It gets so lonely here with just the birds and trees.”
She took my hand, guiding it to the swell of her breast barely contained by the skimpy top. I squeezed gently, eliciting a soft moan.
“Ooh, yes, just like that,” she breathed. “I want those big, strong hands all over me.”
My pulse raced as she turned and pressed back against me. The curves of her body molding to mine.
Looking over her shoulder, she caught my gaze. Eyes dark and smoldering. “Why don’t we slip away somewhere more…private?”
I could only nod mutely as she took my hand, leading me behind the waterfall. Into a hidden grotto framed by hanging vines.
She backed towards a mossy bank, crooking her finger in invitation. “Come closer. I’m aching for your touch.”
I sank down beside her, powerless to resist this siren’s spell. Ready to indulge her every sensual whim.
She guided my hand to the tie of her top. “Undo me,” she pleaded breathlessly. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”
My fingers fumbled with the strings of her crochet top, loosening the halter until it fell away, fully exposing her. I drank in the sight hungrily, trails of water still glistening on her sun-kissed skin.
I trailed kisses down her neck, eliciting a gasp as I reached the valley between her breasts. My hands roamed lower, fumbling with the ties of her bikini bottoms. Sensing my desire, she lifted her hips, allowing me to slide the material down her legs.
She took my hands and brought them to her breasts, arching into my touch. “Yes, just like that,” she moaned, eyes fluttering closed. I kneaded gently, eliciting more sounds of pleasure.
Her hands slid under my shirt, nails raking up my back as she pulled me down to meet her lips. They were soft yet demanding, tongue dancing sensuously with mine. I was intoxicated by her flavor, like ripe tropical fruit.
She was bare before me now, a forest nymph offering herself to me. My body ached with need for her, but still I hesitated. “Are you certain?” I murmured.
In response she pulled me back to her, whispering hotly in my ear, “I need you now.”
No more words were needed. I shed my own clothing and lowered myself over her. Our bodies joined in the dappled jungle shade, moving as one to nature’s primal rhythms. Cries of passion echoed until we collapsed in blissful exhaustion.
As we lay tangled in each other’s arms, I wondered if she was real or just a dream. But the scent of her hair and the warmth of her skin felt undeniably real. I had stumbled upon paradise in this jungle oasis.
