Wet Heat

They travelled upriver for several more days. They travelled by day and rested after dark. They stopped in rough hostels in a couple of small riverside towns and once they camped out in the jungle. Mostly they slept on deck, a mosquito net erected like a rough tent over their bodies but otherwise nothing but the wheeling stars overhead. A crescent moon slowly fattened night by night.

They made love almost as soon as it was dark. They halted the boat away from towns and it was almost pitch black despite the brilliant stars glittering overhead.

That first night Jack had come to her with a fierce desire, aching to bury his throbbing hardness inside her. She willingly surrendered as he bent her over the tiller and fucked her hard from behind. She could tell from the way he took her that he was concentrating solely on his own pleasure. But it turned her on so much to be taken like that that she soon came anyway, moaning and grunting in the darkness as he exploded inside her.

They were both soon used to making love in the dense tropical night. Usually Jennifer liked to make love with the light on, she liked to see her lover's body and be seen by him. But there was something so thrilling about having sex in the open air night after night, the darkness accentuating the feeling of his rock hard cock inside her. It made her feel raw and primal, coming in the darkness with the sounds of the jungle all around her.

After a few days they made their way up one of the many, many side channels endlessly flowing into the river. The water was still broad but much more like what Jennifer thought of as a proper river, rather than the broad inner sea they had traveled up so far.

Jack piloted the boat up the middle of the channel, jungle pressing thickly on them on both sides, steaming and immense. Jennifer was lost in the sense of the vastness of this huge jungle, so much bigger and more mysterious than her girlhood dreamings could comprehend. They stopped seeing other boats. The signal had gone on their phones days ago. The sense of isolation was extreme.

Jack had to take more care now, as this much less travelled channel started to fill up with sandbanks and fallen trees. Basking caiman would observe them with unblinking eyes.

Their love making grew more intense. Jennifer had given up wearing a bikini top now and sprolled around on deck topless, either sunbathing or taking the occasional turn on the tiller. She was starting to think she was only a day or two from permanently losing her bikini bottoms too.

Once they were alone in the side channel, several twists and turns from the main water, there no longer seemed to be much reason to wait until nightfall and they would couple animalistically on deck in broad daylight in the middle of the stream, Jennifer licking the sweat off Jack's body as he fucked her.

Theirs had always been an intensely sexual relationship. He was the only man she'd ever slept with on a first date. The months of enforced abstinence while he was away made their times together even more intense. It had been six months since he'd been discharged and the sexual want between them hadn't really begun to lessen. Even when it was her time, they managed to find their pleasure in other ways.

But she had never felt as hot or horny as she did now. She was sure he was the same. He seemed permanently hard for her and they fucked several times a day.

Generally Jennifer was a great believer in foreplay and was very appreciative of the attention Jack would give her with his mouth.

But out here, out on the water, deep inside this vast, sweaty jungle she just wanted his cock inside her, as often and as much as possible, and wanted that heat and hardness inside her, the hot sticky mess spilling out of her rapidly growing bush as he made her come over and over.

Sometimes she'd just bend over to get a bottle of water out of the chiller and she'd catch him looking at her and the next thing she knew they'd be at, her arms and legs wrapped around him as he unloaded himself inside her.

Her vagina ached from so much sex but it was an ache that only wanted to grow. She felt herself becoming insatiable.

Sometimes it frightened her a little.

to be continued ...