Safari pt1 (First Sighting)

Bathing beneath a waterfall
Is where she stood when he found her
He had seen all of the others
Enjoying their expedition
Thinking how did I miss her?

Swinging down from the tree top
With well chiseled arms hanging on
He strategically moved in
Observing her much closer
Thoughts full of wanting to touch her

As she stood under the cascade
Her hands expertly traveled
The path laid out by the drops
That outlined her physique
Covering herself in foamy pleasure

Of course he had seen other women before
The villages are full of them
Others with hunters and campers
They were nothing like her
Such a natural beauty

Even from this great distance
He could tell she was
A woman truly alive inside
Exuding sensuality and love
Things he so longed for

Leaving the natural pool
Gliding through the stream
Towards the rocky shore
Where her clothing was laying
When she slipped!

It startled him when she disappeared
Into the water from his sight
To his disbelief
She hopped back up
With a huge laugh

Once she began to dress
He was over taken over by sadness
Why is it these visitors
Cannot appreciate the freedom he does?
Seemingly they are full of shame

She stops and hesitates
Pulling some things from her backpack
A blanket, a hair brush, a journal and a pen
Finding the perfect spot
Then returns for her camera and tripod

Laying everything out on the blanket
Sets up her camera
He noticed it was facing towards the blanket
Where she plans on sitting
What could she be up to?

Quietly he drifted in closer
Returning to her bags once more
Pulling out more supplies
It appeared to be food
Along with a variety of bottles

With a quizzacle look on his face
He lept down from this tree
Sneeking ever so much closer to her
She was beginning to sing
This was by far no tribal chant

Not understanding the tongue she spoke
It was just a melodic hum
That didn't matter to him
She was now his favorite song bird
Beng completely drawn in

Finding a large boulder
Settling in to watch her
From here he could smell her
Sweeter than the mobola plum
Her scent was teasing him

Still fully nude enjoying the sunlight
Comfortably sitting back against the tree
Brushing through her blonde locks
Glistening gold falling to her shoulders
Tickling the curve of her neck

Placing down her brush
Reached out for a bottle
Sprayed it and released honeysuckles into the air
Pouring lotion from the second one
Massaging it into satin skin

Beginning with her shoulders
Down her arms and breasts
Lingering there in obvious enjoyment
She was lightly moaning
As he was holding back a grunt

Her hands continued applying the silky cream
He felt movement in his loin cloth
Beginning his own massage
Wishing he was her hand
And she was his on him

Peering at red tipped fingers
Traveling down her shapely legs
Was almost more than he could stand
Placing a piece of wood between his teeth
To help stifle the noise

Returning back up her legs
They began to spread apart
Heavy breathing and pleasure
Escaping her perfect lips
Curvy hips meeting her caresses

Pawing at his rod
With ever increasing speed
Deep gutorial sounds coming from him
Reminding you of a wild beast
His only covering hitting the grass

Never witnessing such a display
Emotions were over whelming him
His eyes following her hand
Mentally absorbing every thrust
Animalistic instincts urging him to approach