Celeste could feel the South African mid-morning sun warm on her naked skin. A soft breeze caressed her nipples and played with her exposed sex. Nothing moved. In the distance, she could hear the call of a yellow-billed hornbill. The cicadas' monotonous song filled the empty air like an afterthought.
The twenty-three-year-old tourist guide knelt in the hot sand next to tracks of an impala ram. This medium-sized antelope was in the vicinity and Celeste had to find it fast. She was about two hours from camp and the others might be worried. The bow and three arrows in her hand took longer to make than she anticipated. Even though she was already behind schedule, Celeste knew that haste would destroy her chances to make the kill.
Crouching, she moved with infinite care and used every bit of cover to blend with her surroundings. Her progress was so slow that the impala could easily mistake her evenly tanned naked body for a tree stump. She lifted her leg high against her breast and slowly brought her foot down with special care not to step on a twig or thorns that might give away her position.
She always loved walking naked in the bush, free from the restrictions of clothes and conventions of society. The tingling in her pussy, the swaying of her breasts and the tension in every fibre of her body made her feel totally alive. All she needed now was a cock in her cunt, and maybe another pussy to pleasure stuck to her mouth. That would come later, she thought, trying to concentrate on the task at hand.
Another hour passed before she saw him, lazily grazing, not five yards to her left. Taking care not to make any sudden moves, she notched an arrow in the bowstring and took careful aim. The stone arrowhead and the three guinea fowl feathers as fletching were perfectly balanced for what she was about to do. With a silent prayer, she let go of the string and the arrow flew straight at its target.
How did she get herself into living like the ancient ones? She met Fred, the producer of this adult reality TV program four months ago. Celeste was the tour guide to a bunch of American businessmen looking for a nature reserve to invest their millions of dollars in. Fred was Mr. Charming himself and convinced his fellow travellers to put money into his adult reality TV program that would put Survivor to shame. He invited Celeste to be one of the participants in the program.
A week ago, she got the final call to tell her to meet the rest of the contestants at daybreak at the rendezvous point. The rules were straightforward: Four teams of two members and one team of three were allocated a section of the reserve where they must survive for a month. They may kill only one large antelope that must last them four weeks, and as many smaller animals like rabbits and birds as they needed. All the other pairs were either married or lovers, while Celeste was grouped with Naomi, a tall blond American fitness instructor and holistic healer and Sam, a writer of Wild West stories.
Then came the shock: They were each given a hunting knife and could choose only one other item. All the other people took a piece of clothing, while Naomi asked for a sturdy pot, Sam selected a large piece of soft leather and Celeste wanted a bowstring. There was to be no interaction between the teams except during their weekly powwow. A camera crew was assigned to each of the five teams. A helicopter would drop the teams and the camera crew off at their designated spots. As a precaution, the team members were to be blindfolded during the flight.
Fred and Julia, his psychologist monitoring the interaction, were at hand sending the teams off. Before they left, Fred spoke to the assembled eleven.
"Remember, you cannot ask the camera crew for help or interact with them. They must record everything you do and if you are in trouble they will call the rescue team to pick you up." He smiled and introduced Julia, a thirty-three-year-old black-haired woman with a pretty face. She looked like she meant business.
"We will come and visit you once a week to observe and discuss your interaction and survival." She pushed her glasses back on her nose and gave a shy smile. "Remember, you're doing it for the prize money of one million dollars for each member of the winning team. May the best team win."
They had to leave all their possessions behind. When Fred came to Celeste's group and asked for their clothes, she sensed tension in Naomi's demeanour. As a nudist, being naked with other people didn't bother Celeste and it seemed as if it didn't worry Sam. Sam was a well-built six-foot thirty-nine-year-old man. His beautiful eight-inch uncircumcised penis hung proudly between his legs. When he saw Celeste looking at it, he just smiled.
Naomi held out her clothes to Fred as an act of defiance. She pushed out her firm breasts and spread her legs as if taunting him. There was more to this five-eleven leggy blond with a small trimmed patch of pussy hair than meets the eye, thought Celeste. Her strong well-toned muscles rippled in anticipation when she threw her clothes into Fred's face. Naomi's hard nipples and the suggestion of wetness in her exposed sex were dead giveaways of her aroused state. Just as Fred was about to say something, Naomi turned around, bent over and exposed her pussy and ass to Fred, as if saying 'fuck you'.
Celeste's own 5'8" frame and short red hair and bigger tits contrasted well with her two companions. When Fred left, Celeste's companions turned their attention to her hairless mound. She had her pussy hair permanently removed three years ago after a childhood of taunting by classmates about her red hair. They all wanted to see her red bush. Now no one would know if she was a true redhead or not. The clit ring stood out prominently for all to admire her protruding cunt lips. Sam's open mouth displayed pure lust.
Despite herself, Celeste could feel the moisture gathering between her legs. She wanted to pleasure herself in front of everybody, just to make the best of all the attention. She was excited by the idea to spend four weeks with these two naked strangers.
Their chopper ride brought the blindfolded teammates closer together. The choppy thirty-minute flight forced them to hold onto each other. Celeste enjoyed touching her muscled companions and took great pleasure from their hands on her naked body. The camera crew must have had a great time filming the three naked contestants being tossed around in the chopper.
Once on the ground, their blindfolds were removed and they could orientate themselves. Naomi took the lead.
"Let's spread out to find a good camping ground close to water," she said, gathering her bag.
"No need," interrupted Sam. "There's the river and that giant sycamore fig tree would be the ideal place for our camp." Naomi agreed and within five minutes of arriving at their designated area, the team had made a start. Sam suggested that the two women leave the setting up camp to him. Naomi said that they would forage for food.
"Can I have a strip of your leather as a belt for my knife?" asked Celeste. Sam knelt on the ground, cut a strip and handed it to Celeste standing next to him. He looked up and gawked at her naked pussy.
"Would you like to touch it?" she asked spreading her legs a bit wider. Naomi was also staring at her.
Sam snaked out his hand and caressed her mound. Celeste shivered when he sneaked a finger between her wet pussy lips and then Naomi moved closer to play with her clit ring.
"This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," was Sam's only comment, but his growing erection said much more. The camera crew was filming the whole "mating ritual."
"Before we go, we must decide on a signal when one returns from outside the camp," whispered Celeste. "That way, the others can distract the camera crew from filming our entrances. It's just a precaution."
The others agreed and decided on an easy bird signal. Celeste was able to slip away from the camera crew to find the right tree for her bow and arrows.