I was thinking yesterday about that trip to Mana Pools National Park in Zimbabwe. You remember how we made love in the bush with the animals all around us. There was even once when we were mating at the same time as a pair of impala. You remember?
But the highlight of that trip for me was the time we made out inside a hollow baobab tree. Do you still remember that?
Driving out to the place where we wanted to walk, we were caressing, kissing and touching as the new lovers that we were at the time.
“Did you like our midnight screw in the tent?” I asked.
“Yea,” you replied. “First time I ever had an orgasm with lions roaring.”
“Did that make it intense?” I asked.
“Yes, adrenaline seems to be good when it comes just as the orgasm starts,” you said.
“Oh my, you just made me hard,” I claimed.
“You were already hard,” you said. “Same as I am already wet.”
I put my hand down to check that, and you were indeed wet.
“The wetness hypothesis is confirmed by empirical data,” I said.
After a while of this banter and touching each other, we parked the car to go for our bush walk. Being as horny and aroused as we were, as soon as we were out of the car we kissed, a long lingering kiss, our pelvises pressed together, the heat already there. You could feel my cock, hard against you. Holding hands we walked off along just up from the flowing waters of the Zambezi River.
“Are there lions here?” you asked.
“There might be, but with all this food they will not care about us,” I said.
You seemed unconvinced.
“When I first started coming to Mana Pools, I almost walked into a pride of lions,” I said.
“Were you scared?” you asked.
“I thought I would be, but they were entirely disinterested, as I was not in their space yet,” I said. “It didn’t feel scary at all.”
“Wow, I’d run so fast back to the car!” you exclaimed.
African wildlife was all around us, a bachelor herd of impala, a bull with a harem of females, a small group of waterbuck, vervet monkeys up in a big apple-ring acacia tree, a small troop of baboons foraging for grubs among the fallen leaves of a sausage tree. A little troupe of banded mongoose came to check us out, and then went on their way foraging among the bushes.
In the distance a herd of about thirty elephants led by an old grandmother matriarch were trying to reach the leaves of the apple-ring acacia, but struggling while a few babies poked among the leaves for fallen acacia pods. And everywhere the large clay termite mounds, like surreal castles spread over the dry landscape. The small black mounds of harvester termites punctuated the landscape as well.
We wondered through this landscape kissing and hugging, grabbing and teasing. Life could not get any more perfect.
You were wearing a short denim miniskirt as I recall, and underneath you had a pair of lavender coloured panties with little flowers on them. I remember them because I liked the feel of your wet pussy through the material, and I loved pulling them aside to see and taste you.
As I kissed you it was easy to touch you through that material then, and to bring your juices up to our kiss for us both to enjoy. You may have been a little nervous about being in the bush, but you were wonderfully turned on and it showed in just how delightfully wet you were in your panties.
“I love how wet you are,” I said.
“I love how wet you make me,” you replied. “I get wet just thinking about how much you like it.”
“I get hard thinking about how much you like me inside you,” I said.
I noticed a big half dead baobab tree not far up from the riverbank, so we kissed and teased our way over to it. I am not sure what drew us in that direction, as there were lots of baobabs around, but it was fate I am sure that led us to the big tree. As we neared it, I could see that it was hollow inside, and the space was about one and a half metres in diameter.
“I have an idea,” I said.
“Oh no,” you replied. “Your ideas are sometimes trouble.”
“Naw, no trouble,” I said.
“Do I get to have your dick inside me?” you asked.
“Naturally,” I replied, adding “And in nature.”
We approached the tree gingerly, taking care to make sure that there was not some animal lurking inside. I peered in and it looked clear. There was a huge bee hive at the top of the hollow, and the bees were making quite a lot of noise but they were entering from a hole much higher up, so there was no danger from entering.
“Thankfully, you are not afraid of bees,” I observed.
“No, bees are good,” you replied. “But don’t disturb them.”
“Let’s go inside,” I said.
“I am gonna regret this,” you said, going along with my suggestion.
We crept through the small entry into the hollow of the tree. Once inside we kissed most passionately, our tongues entwining, mine winning and exploring the roof of your mouth. I nibbled your lips, sucking each one into my mouth sensually as your pelvis pressed against me, bringing back the erection that had started to fade as we explored the tree. I reached behind you, holding the small of your back and pressed my pelvis back to you, showing you what you were doing to my cock.