‘Come here,’ she said.
He ran kisses back up through her pubic thatch, over her belly, her breasts, up her throat and onto her lips. His tongue pushed into her mouth and Kasey kissed him, revelling in the feel of his body against hers. She wrapped her legs around his hips and swivelled until Matt rolled and she was back on top of him.
Kasey kissed him, kissed his neck, bit playfully at his chest until Matt hissed and recoiled. Eagerly, almost impatiently, she continued down his belly, straddled upon his knees as she unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, pulling them down from his crotch.
Kasey ran kisses up Matt’s thighs, over his balls, and up the shaft of his cock. Matt shuddered - he was so easy. She took the head of his cock between her lips and teased it with her tongue. Matt was about average length, but thick. Kasey had often thought he was a perfect fit for her.
She impaled her mouth upon his shaft until she felt the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. His pubic hair smelt of musk - some cologne he’d sprayed down there to combat the sweat.
Gripping him tightly between her lips she pulled her mouth back until she could assault the head of his cock with her tongue. Then she swallowed him whole again, quickly this time, while she used her right hand to tease his balls. He trembled under her touch, and Kasey knew she had him.
Slower than before she withdrew her mouth, then held the head of his cock precariously balanced between her lips. She looked up at him, but he was too enraptured to look back at her. Thrusting her mouth down Kasey engulfed him whole almost instantaneously, and built to a steady rhythm that had Matt gasping in staccato breaths.
Her hand ran down her belly to her clit. She groaned on Matt’s cock even as she consumed him, then slid a finger into herself, shocked at how wet she was - was she that horny? Or was it sweat?
She released Matt’s cock from her mouth and took it in hand as she poised herself above him. Now their eyes locked, and his hands moved to her glistening breasts.
Kasey lowered herself, feeling the head of Matt’s cock push her vulva open. There’d been times his thickness had been a problem - particularly when there’d been a lack of foreplay, (which was often a problem with Matt), but he slid right into her, and as he filled Kasey, Kasey whimpered and shook.
Matt squeezed her breasts one last time, then slipped his hands down to her hips and cupped her butt. He thrust his crotch as he lifted her, and Kasey fell immediately into a steady, uncomplicated rhythm with him, driving her hips down to meet his every thrust.
She closed her eyes, concentrating on every depredation of his cock, loving the way it filled her, loving the collision of Matt’s hips against her crotch, loving his hands on her butt, and yet despite it all, despite loving sex with Matt, there was still a sense of yearning.
They used to fuck. That was the simplest way of thinking about it. Now they made love. They knew one another’s expectations, one another’s idiosyncrasies and needs for synchronicity. There was a completion in that - a unity - which was fulfilling but, sometimes, Kasey missed fucking.
Matt stopped, and Kasey felt his hands at her back. He wanted to change position. Opening her eyes she followed his lead and kneeled on her hands and knees as he moved behind her. She felt the head of his cock push at her asshole - if there was one boundary Matt pushed, it was that he wanted anal sex.
‘Hey,’ Kasey said, almost reflexively.
Matt had wanted this ever since their relationship had developed into something serious. He loved her ass, jokingly calling it an international icon. And the truth was Kasey wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea - she’d had anal sex on a handful of occasions with other lovers in the past. But she held Matt at bay. Now it occurred to Kasey to wonder why that was the case.
She felt the head of Matt’s cock push at her pussy - Matt was nothing if not adaptable - and Kasey bit her lip in expectation. As he entered her she closed her eyes, again relishing the way he filled her. His hands locked onto her hips and he held her there until she bucked her hips impatiently.
‘Come on!’
Matt drew back, then thrust into her, Kasey propelling herself back to meet him. She was sure the smacking of his hips onto her buttocks must’ve echoed throughout the entire house, but that didn’t matter now. He thrust into her again and again, harder, faster, seeming to have gained some impetus - maybe fuelled by her refusal to do anal. Kasey shrieked with each depredation, and vigorously countered every thrust.
She felt his hand slide under her crotch to her clit as his pace quickened to a frenzied rhythm, and she wailed excitedly. His other hand slapped her buttock, and Kasey’s cry was a mixture of surprise, pain, and excitement. She lifted her head, looked back at him and almost sneered, but his response was to quicken his pace, to drive his cock into her faster and faster, harder and harder, until the room was filled with their mutual grunts and the crashing of their bodies, until Kasey was about to come, about to come—
He pulled out of her abruptly and frantically patted her hip, beckoning her to turn over. Kasey, robbed of an orgasm, flipped onto her butt and faced him, knowing he wanted to come on her - it was his favourite way of ending sex, although she didn’t understand its appeal. He’d actually tried to come on her face once, which she outright refused, and they’d negotiated a compromise. Now he masturbated himself to a climax, the first spurt striking her belly, the second hitting her left breast, and the last falling limply on her thigh.
They collapsed on the bed, exhausted, laying side by side, and kissed, Matt massaging the cum into her sweaty body, and pausing to squeeze her breast. Kasey kissed him in return, lovingly, deeply, but felt a surge of resentment - if only he’d lasted thirty seconds more!
Their kiss parted and Kasey turned onto her back and lay there for a while, listening to her laboured breathing. Anywhere else she would’ve turned into Matt for a cuddle, but it was too hot here to be sharing body heat. The night was insufferable as it was.
What she did need was another shower - it would’ve been her third today. The sweat had dried on her body, but so had Matt’s cum, leaving a sticky residue on her breast, belly, and thigh. Was it too late for a shower, though? She turned to Matt to ask him, but he was already asleep.
Pulling herself up quietly she decided if nothing else she needed to wash up. She retrieved her towel, retreated into the bathroom, dampened the towel and cleaned herself. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do.
She returned to the bedroom, turned off the light, and got back onto the bed. By now Matt’s breathing had become deep and rhythmic. She turned onto her side, put one hand on his chest - her concession to a cuddle - and as tiredness swept over her, her eyes settled upon the silhouette of the patio through the glass double-doors.
Chapter V
He stood on the patio, an ebony god.
She looked at his face, which was conventionally handsome, the sort she might’ve seen anywhere in everyday life. But underpinning his smooth features, features that were almost callow, was an ethereal calm, a sense of purpose the demands and minutiae of civilised life hadn’t tainted. Her eyes travelled to his chest, where moonlight delineated every curve, his pectorals two pendulous arcs of muscle hanging over a stomach that was a grid of flesh, hips - around his loincloth - so demarcated they looked as if they’d been socketed into his powerful legs.
Kasey’s eyes went back to his loincloth. It looked like it was made of some animal skin - what exactly, she had no idea. It was tiny - just a small square that tented over the bulge of his cock. Beneath it, lost in shadow, she could make out the outline of his testicles.
Almost begrudgingly she looked back up to his face, to his eyes, which were particularly white, and she found she was again holding her breath. But it wasn’t out of fear. Kasey felt not even a shrill of anxiety. What was it then? Curiosity? Anticipation?
He took a step forward and swung ope
n the glass double-doors.
Chapter VI
Kasey awoke with a start, stained in sweat, her crotch damp for an entirely different reason. She sat up and looked at her nipples, which were painfully erect.
Turning, she saw that Matt - dressed in just his shorts - was standing on the patio, looking out to the jungle. He stretched, lifting his arms above his head, and yawned into the face of the new morning. Judging by the pale blue sky it was going to be another scorching day, although that was hardly surprising.
‘You up?’ Matt asked.
As he turned Kasey casually folded one arm across her pert breasts to hide the stiffness of her nipples. What would he think if he saw them? She wasn’t a man who’d grow erect for any old reason, and the thought that Matt might believe she’d had an erotic dream embarrassed her.
‘Yeah,’ Kasey said. She swivelled out of bed, sitting on the edge and keeping her back to Matt.
‘How’d you sleep?’
‘Good. I really need to shower.’
She hurried to the bathroom before he could engage her in any further conversation. Clambering into the shower she turned the cold water faucet as fully as she could, and shuddered as the first spray hit her. But within moments the water was lukewarm and the stream remained weak and spasmodic, occasionally sputtering.
Matt appeared in the doorway. ‘You okay?’ he asked.
Kasey looked at him. ‘Yeah,’ she said.
‘You seem...’
‘What?’
He shrugged, but his eyes didn’t leave her. ‘You still pissed about being here?’ he asked. ‘Is that it?’
‘Matt, I’m okay.’
‘You’re sure?’
‘Matt.’
‘Okay.’
He turned and left, and Kasey rested her head on the wall of the shower and let the water douse her body. She didn’t know why she was being precious. It was just a dream, and not even an erotic dream at that. So she’d awoken a little aroused - big deal. Matt woke that way every morning. Why was she so embarrassed?
Was it because of what the sight of the native had done to her? Originally she’d seen him only from a distance, but he’d made quite an impression if her subconscious mind could recall him in such exquisite detail.
After her shower she dressed in a pair of baggy shorts and a T-Shirt, and joined Matt, Charles, and Roger, who were seated at a table on the porch. The three were sipping coffee and going through the shots from yesterday on a laptop.
‘These are simply outstanding, Kasey,’ Charles leered at her.
‘Thanks.’
‘Perhaps I can get you a coffee?’
‘How about a tea?’
‘Certainly!’
Kasey sat down at the table as Charles barked for one of his servants. Immediately a lean black woman emerged from the house. Charles said something to her in what Kasey imagined was Afrikaans and the woman immediately retreated.
‘Want to see these?’ Matt asked.
He’d begun to turn the laptop to face her, but Kasey held out her hand.
‘That’s okay.’
Matt turned the laptop back to Roger and Charles, and the three discussed the merits of the shoot and continuing to expand on the theme of Africa. Listening to them, Kasey thought they might’ve been planning a Hollywood blockbuster instead of a handful of cheesecake shots that would probably just end up in some calendar and scattered across the internet.
The servant returned, placing a cup of tea on the table in front of her.
‘Thank you,’ Kasey said, smiling at her.
The servant inclined her head, seeming a bit startled at Kasey’s courtesy - obviously courtesy wasn’t something Charles employed with his staff. That hardly surprised Kasey, and almost as if in emphasis Charles barked a solitary word, and the servant hurried back into the house.
Kasey sat back in her chair, her eyes falling on the jungle beneath the house. How thick and endless and foreboding it seemed. Matt had shown her on a map the location of Charles’s house when he’d first proposed this junket, but she was horrible with geography, and distances on a piece of paper meant nothing to her. It wasn’t until they’d landed at a private airfield and taken three hours of driving in a jeep before she realised how truly removed they were from civilisation.
‘You okay?’ Matt said.
‘What?’
‘You okay?’
Kasey found that Matt, Roger, and Charles were looking at her.
‘I was just thinking... what’s out there?’ she asked, gesturing to the jungle.
‘What do you mean?’ Charles asked.
‘I mean... lions. Are there lions out there?’
Charles appeared amused by the question. ‘Certainly.’
‘Snakes?’
‘Indisputably.’
‘What about natives?’
‘Natives?’ Matt said.
‘I’m just wondering. We’re so far from civilisation.’
‘As far as I am aware,’ Charles said, ‘there are no natives in this immediate region.’
‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ Matt asked.
‘Will you stop asking that?’
‘Okay, okay.’
Kasey got up from her chair. ‘I think I’ll get changed,’ she said.
She returned to her bedroom and found her costume for the day - animal skins meant to make her look like Jane from Tarzan and Jane fame. Putting them on and staring at herself in the mirror, she thought she was now treading a fine line between parody and erotica.
The door opened and Matt came in. ‘Hey,’ he said. ‘You pissed with me?’
‘Why would I be?’
‘Did you forget I’m going?’
Kasey had. It amazed her. She paused in the act of retrieving her silk bathrobe, searching her feelings, and finding that she was almost ambivalent to Matt’s imminent departure.
‘I’m okay,’ she said.
‘You keep saying that.’
‘I guess I’m resigned to being out here.’
‘Look,’ Matt said, ‘I’m going to try to handle this as quickly as possible, and get back out here.’
‘It’s okay, Matt.’ Kasey slipped on her bathrobe - it was too hot to be wearing anything more than the bare essentials, but damned if she was going to drive out to the second location in animal skins.
‘You don’t need me here really anyway. Roger’s handling everything.’
Kasey turned to look at him. ‘Matt, I’m fine. I’ll survive. Really. You don’t have to justify going.’
He tentatively took her in his arms and looked down at her. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, kissing her lightly.
There was a knock at the door, followed by Roger’s voice. ‘Kasey, honey, you ready?’ he asked.
She kissed Matt. ‘I’ll be fine,’ she said. ‘Bye.’
She disentangled herself from his embrace and left the room.
Chapter VII
Kasey sat on a banana lounge in a small clearing enveloped by trees. Around her was a scene of chaos similar to what had occurred yesterday - Roger running around, barking orders, which Kasey now realised were futile because many of the crew didn’t speak English. So it wasn’t that the labourers were inept, as she’d first thought, but that they had very little idea what Roger was trying to tell them.
‘It’s almost vaudevillian.’
Kasey turned, finding Charles standing next to her, his eyes fixed on her legs. It wasn’t that he was lecherous that was the problem, but that he was shameless. The funniest thing was that his reputation in the industry - at least on a level of his interrelations with women - was pristine. Everybody considered him a gentleman. Maybe she brought it out of him.
‘I think half of them don’t understand him,�
�� she said. ‘Perhaps you should go help.’ She sat up. ‘I might take a walk.’
‘I don’t think you should be walking alone here, Kasey. Besides the dangers of wild animals, you might get lost.’
‘I won’t go very far.’
Before Charles could voice any further objections she hopped off her lounge and started into the jungle, although she knew that he was probably right and she should turn back. But the thought of his company, not to mention his eyes on her, drove her to continue.
But when she’d been going for several minutes she reasoned her walk had nothing to do with getting away from Charles.
She wanted to see if she could find her native.
Once the thought had formed in her mind she stopped, unbelieving of her motivation. If she did locate him, what happened then? Would he allow her to stand there and admire him? In all likelihood he was a savage. Yesterday she had walked away unscathed, and now she was placing herself in potential danger again.
The sound of a twig snapping off to her left froze her. She turned to the source of the sound but couldn’t see anything; the vegetation was too thick. Maybe it was an animal - maybe even a lion; Charles had said there were lions in the jungle. Had he been serious?
Kasey listened intently, only now becoming aware of the cacophony of sounds - birds she didn’t recognise; animals she couldn’t identify; voices, dim and unintelligible from the shoot; the wind through the leaves; her own breath, loud and quick in her ears.
Spinning sharply she bolted back the way she’d come, the earth thudding underfoot, brush scraping at her calves, but all she could hear was the bustle of her path mirrored through the jungle adjacent to her. It was as if somebody - or something - was shadowing her, paralleling her progress.
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