Chapter 2

Jim Blanton was a little frustrated that Chandra was taking so long to respond to his attention. He was accustomed to quicker success. He knew she was aware of his reputation, both scholastically and as a lover. Just thinking about her handsome, exotic face, with its huge eyes and dark lips made him squirm. Add to that those huge tits, and wide hips, and he felt hardness start in his prick. Why couldn't she just surrender like the college girls?

He had scheduled them to work together today, but when that cunt Sylvia disappeared, had rearranged things. Now he was here in the camp alone, cleaning up some of the paperwork required by the foundation, and waiting to give her hell when she got back. The nerve, to foul up his plans. She had always been so trustworthy, so dependable. What the hell could have happened to her?

He heard a small cough from the flap of his tent, and turned in his flimsy chair. It was Chandra, and his heart skipped. "Hi, Jim. Seen Sylvia yet?" "Nah, she hasn't come back. Can't imagine what happened, she's usually so careful." The Indian girl still hadn't come in the tent, just stood there in the opening, bent over, showing him a little cleavage, her hip thrust to the side provocatively. Uh unh. Sexy gal. Just wait, baby.

She asked "Should we try looking for her?" He tried to look like he was considering it, rather than ogling her shape. "Nah, I think we'd have found her already if she was hurt or something. My guess is she was exploring some theory she picked up from the stone. She reads the damn language so well, it's scary." He had seen Chandra and Sylvia talking together often, and didn't want to sound too harsh. He thought the cunt was trying something on her own to cut him out. Goddamn post-docs. Ambitious as hell.

Chandra shrugged, and dropped the flap. "Maybe I'll walk down to the river, just to see if she might be bathing. I could use a swim anyway." He had the feeling she teased him sometimes, though he couldn't imagine why. That was close enough to an invitation, though, and he yelled, "Wait, honey, I'll go with you." He grabbed his pith helment and scrambled out of the tent, as her swinging hips disappeared into the jungle. He stumbled after her, and didn't catch her until they were down at the river bank, and she was shucking off her shirt.

On an expedition like this, the niceties of civilization were often abandoned, and bathing was one example. It was normal for everyone to bathe nude, and in full view of others, both male and female. Good form required never leering, though he had never gotten the full hang of that. He found beautiful women impossible to ignore. He had seen Chandra' s charms several times, and never tired of ogling her, as carefully as possible. He had a feeling she had noticed, but she never mentioned it.

As the Indian girl pushed off her pants on the shore, her back to him, revealing those full hips and nice legs, he remembered seeing Sylivia the other day at the same spot. He had never realized what a neat body the usually reserved woman possessed. Nice big tits, long legs and a trim, taut midsection. With her hair released and wet, she gave a wholly different impression than usual. Might try that mousy little thing when I get finished with Chandra, he had thought. Might be a good one-nighter.

He watched as the dark skinned girl stroked into the water, admiring her ass. She avoided any eye contact, though, so after getting no encouragement to join her, he yelled "Hey I'm going back, honey. Careful now." He started stumbling through the jungle again, and must have taken a wrong course, because he happened into a glade with a stream that fed the river, and lo and behold, there was Sylvia.

His first thought was relief that she was okay. Last thing I need is to lose anyone. Then he started to chew her out about her absence. "Damn it Syl, where've you been? The whole schedule got screwed up. I..." Then he stopped as he noticed a subtle change in her appearance.

Her hair was down, and looked darker and wavier, as though it had been oiled the Indian way. He thought he saw hints of eye makeup, and dark lipstick. Even though it was light, it gave her a completely new appearance, much prettier, even beautiful. And her blouse was gaping open, and she wore no bra. He could see the profile of her nipples in the thin cotton of her shirt. Even her expression was different, no pursed lips and pinched eyes, but an open, smiling look.

"Geez, Syl, what'd you do, find a beauty parlor. You look great." She grinned at him, and if he didn't know her better, he'd have said it was a seductive invitation. "Why thanks, Jim. I'm glad to see you too. I was exploring a cave I found, but it turned out to be empty." He saw her eyes look back at the way he had come, and asked "Were you swimming, Jim? Is that Chandra I hear? Naughty boy." She was holding his eyes, something she never did, and he felt a sudden rush of desire. Shit, two weeks without a piece of ass, why not.

"Sorry it didn't turn out, Syl. Listen, this is a nice spot, huh? Why don't we take a break, swim a little." She grinned wickedly, he thought. "Why Jim, the water's only a foot deep. Do you want to get naked with me?" He felt a fast flush of heat at her boldness. "Um, uh, well, is that such a bad idea?" She still held his eyes. "Not at all, darling. The thought had occurred to me too. I like being nude, in this nice warm jungle. It makes me feel very savage."

Her eyes seemed to burn into him as he watched her start to strip. The old Sylvia would have raced, anxious to get it over with and jump in the water, covering herself. But now, she unbuttoned the blouse very slowly, pausing with each loosening to pull the edges apart, revealing more and more fullsome titflesh. He felt his cock surge. When she reached the last button, she pulled the cloth out of her pants, but still didn't reveal herself fully.

"Are you ready, Jim? I think you'll like them." She cupped her globes through the thin cotton, lifting them, making the outline of the nipples even more obvious. "You got a little glimpse the other day, didn't you? Weren't you surprised at your staid little student?" She shrugged off the shirt, let it slither to the ground. Her chest was arched, and he gasped at the wonderful pair of tits pleasing his gaze.

They were full, large, and rounded, with nice pouty, red nipples, already taut. He felt his mouth water, and began tearing his own shirt off. She murmured "Don't hurry, darling. Take your time. You don't fuck that fast, do you?" He could hardly believe his ears, and his eyes. Sylvia had become a sensual, bold woman, overnight. He slowed down, but revealed his thin, well muscled torso. "Mmmm, now watch some more, Jim. I love feeling you admire my body."

She worked her tennis shoes off as she unbuckled the belt of her pants. His ears were roaring with the slow erotic way she was showing him her fantastic body. She began easing the pants down over her hips, one side at a time, and suddenly he saw coal black pubic hair just at the waistband. She paused there, watching him gasp. Chuckling, she pushed further, and the whole triangle was exposed, rich and full, puffy cuntlips outlined by the fuzzy bush. He almost gagged as he unbuckled his own pants.

She slowly leaned down as she lowered the pants to her feet, and stepped out of them. The movement made those full boobs hang and move pendulously, and the rigid nipples profiled against her fair skin. His cock was hard as a rock, and he had trouble getting his pants over it. She almost seemed to laugh at his frantic tearing at the pants. She just stood there, hands on her hips, a knee pointed in sensuously, until he finally got them off. He took a step toward her, but she whispered "No darling, stay there. Watch me bathe."

She turned her body toward the stream keeping her head looking over her shoulder at him, and her eyes locked to his. She took three steps into the gurgling water, swinging her hips blatantly. Then her ass lowered very slowly, the muscles flexing, into the shallow water. Her body ended up sideways, and she began splashing water gently on her face, then her boobs, rubbing herself and further exciting him. "Oh the water is nice, darling. It feels very sexy to spread it over me. Do you like watching me?"

He was gasping, and couldn't answer. She laughed throatily, and reclined fully, straightening her legs, so the water level barely covered her. She still held his gaze, the erotic smile beginning to fill his mind. Her black pussy was just above the surface, but the dampness made it mat to her pouty pubic bone, and her hand drifted down to the top of her slit. "I'm touching myself, Jim. Diddling at my clitty, and it's starting to get hard. It feels sooooo good darling." He could see her hand moving gently, and almost unconsciously began stroking his cock.

"Oh no dear, no, you don't have to do that. Come to me, and put that nice prick in my mouth. I'll bathe you, and you can suck on my pussy. Wouldn't you like that, darling?" He choked out "Yes, god yes." and stumbled into the water beside her. He splashed her, and she gave a low, soft squeal. He plopped noisily down beside her, reaching for her tits. Their firmness amazed him, rising so boldly off her chest. How could he have missed those amazing boobies for the last two years? She twisted him firmly to recline with his hips near her face, and his own head near her crotch.