Wet Heat

Manaus, Brazil, 2006

Jennifer Adams could feel the sweat running off her body. She had been in the tropics for just over a week and still wasn't remotely used to it. The weather had been close during their brief stay in Rio but here, in the heart of the jungle, it was almost unbearable

Jack's body was also slick with sweat beneath her, but right now she liked it. She had felt so hot and bothered in the last week that she had felt like she couldn't even bear to touch him. But tonight might be their last opportunity to have sex in a bed for a long time and she didn't want to miss that.

And besides, he felt so good fucking her. She didn't mind the heat and the sweat and the stickiness as he thrust up inside her, filling her.

Sweat from her belly dripped down into her dark bush, which was already soaking from the juices welling up inside her, the hot mixture running down and over her thighs, leaving her hot and wet and slippery everywhere.

Her pussy was one hot, heavy, sodden mess between her legs and Jack's cock pleasingly hard and firm driving into it. She felt lubricated and fuckable in a way she never had before.

His body felt hot and hard and slippery under her as she straddled him. The ceiling fan purred overhead but was blunted by the mosquito netting swaddling the bed like an oriental tent, as they fucked in the dank air.

Nothing to do but lean into it. Get as hot and sweaty as possible as she bounced up and down on his beautifully hard dick, sweat dripping down between her heaving breasts.

Jack was grunting hard under her. He never normally grunted like that when he fucked her. He must be struggling from the heat too. She supposed the jungle heat was very different from the dry heat he was used to in his years in Iraq.

He was an ex Royal Marine though, and not easily put off. They reached their hands out to press the fingertips of their outsplayed hands together to brace each other as she rode him. He did his part too, bucking his hips to thrust up into her as she bounced on top of him.

They'd always had good rhythm, on the dance floor and in the bedroom. And this time was no different, his upward thrusts perfectly timed to meet her down strokes making sure he hit her good and deep every single time.

Jennifer was sure that it was his rhythm rather than his size that was the main reason he was so good at making her come. The only man who could bring her to climax from penetration.

The heat was sweltering. The air so damp that droplets of sweat and water were dripping down the bare plaster walls and off the mosquito net onto their naked bodies. As good as she felt, the heat and humidity were starting to get to her and she felt herself faltering, struggling for air in that small room.

But she did feel good. That big hard dick hitting her just right. She could feel she was close. She was damned if she was going to let this climate stop her from reaching climax.

She lent forward, her hands on Jack's slippery chest and gave it her all to fuck him as hard as she could. She almost wasn't thinking about him at all, just using his impressive tool to chase down her own pleasure.

Jack grinned back at her and put his hands on her hips to jack hammer as hard as he could into her dripping wet pussy. She knew how much it turned him on when she fucked him like that. He liked feeling used. He liked it when she used him to make herself come.

They were both grunting bestially now, pushing way past their comfort zones in the heat and sweat and stickiness as they fucked each like animals.

"Oh fuck, yes," Jennifer moaned as she finally felt it slipping loose inside her and her legs started to shake uncontrollably. With a final grunt Jack simultaneously pulled her hard down onto him and thrust up into her, much rougher than he usually would, as he pumped his hot sticky load deep inside her quivering hole.

"Oh fuck, that was so fucking good."

Jennifer collapsed on her boyfriend's body but almost instantly he felt too hot, too sticky and too clammy now they were no longer having sex and she rolled off him to lie next to him, looking up at the ceiling.

Jack leaned over her to reach a packet of Lucky Strikes on the bedside table by Jennifer. She didn't know how he could bear to fill his lungs with hot smoke in that hot room but she didn't say anything. He'd quit smoking when he'd joined up but started again soon after his discharge.

Jennifer just lay on her back as Jack smoked next to her, feeling the weak breeze from the fan lazily move the air over her long, lithe body. She liked being naked and liked the feeling of just having had sex. Sometimes she thought she preferred this feeling to the sex itself.

Jack was never much of a cuddler at the best of times but she quite liked to be able to just lie there in her own post orgasmic serenity. She shifted her hips and slightly parted her legs. She could feel Jack's warm cream shift inside her and start to ooze out of her. She loved the way it felt having his cum inside her. It always made her feel womanly and wanted.

Eventually she sat up, got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. Jack just lay back smoking and watching her. She liked how even after they'd just been fucking he couldn't keep his eyes off her when she was naked. She pretended not to notice him looking just as she pretended not to feel his cum dribbling down her leg.

She went into the bathroom but left the door open. She turned on the shower but even after a few minutes on full cold, it was still no cooler than lukewarm so she got inside and let it spray over her body anyway, getting her as cool as possible, which wasn't very.

Not bothering to dry off, she went back into the bedroom. Jack had finished smoking but otherwise hadn't moved. He said nothing but she could feel his eyes on her tits. She sometimes felt self-conscious about having smaller breasts but Jack seemed to like them.

She climbed back on the bed next to Jack.

"Do you mind if I turn the light off?"

He just shook his head. She turned the light off and kissed him lightly on the lips, "Goodnight Jack."

She could taste her own juices on his lips. Unlike Jennifer, Jack wouldn't wash until the morning. It pleased her that he liked to sleep with her scent all over him. She thought it was sexy.

She lay in the dark and the heat and tried to sleep. They had an early start tomorrow.