Thoughts rushed through my mind as if they were in a race where the winner takes all. Every thought wanted to hook their long talons into my brain. I also struggled with my moaning and groaning body.
My bottom cheeks were unhappy sitting on a hard rock and my back strained itself to keep my naked boobs pointed into the wind. Even my folded legs that were knotted in the Lotus position, were complaining about their situation. Only my arms were happy where they rested on my spread legs.
However, nothing could dampen the excitement bubbling inside me. A week ago, I arrived at a private wilderness camp in the Timbavati area close to the Kruger National Park in South Africa. I was appointed the nature guide and tracker to the filthy rich and famous. My Level Four 4 Field Guide Association of Southern Africa (FGASA) certificate and my PhD in Ecopsychology (both earned, not bought) helped in my appointment.
Of course, my friendship with the managers, John and Kathy, or my naturist lifestyle, had nothing to do with it. The owners of the lodge, whom I hadn’t met yet, wanted to develop the lodge for the playful, or rather, horny rich of the world. Fortunately, the authorities of Timbavuti closed their eyes to the goings-on at the lodge, as long as foreign currencies filled their pockets.
I sat naked on a rock on a hill overlooking the vastness of the African bush, drinking in the rising sun in the east. Being close to the camp, I discovered this hideaway three days ago in my search to become one with nature. There was much to learn and absorb that my mind reeled under the terabytes of information. I had to know the botanical and local names of every tree, as well as the names (scientific and local) and sounds of every bird in the area. Lucky for me, tracking wild animals was my field of expertise and I knew most of the tracks.
Still, an emptiness prevailed within me. Knowledge was not enough to fill the void. I wanted to be one with everything. That is why I had been meditating for years and took up yoga to empty my mind. All in vain. Nothing happened in all the hours I sat in Zazen or in all the yoga classes I took. Those in the know told me to be patient but doing nothing wasn’t for me. I needed action. Maybe it was the animus in me that wanted to see more action.
As the full sun rose above the treetops, I untied myself from my yoga meditation position. Rubbing my tushies clean from any dirt, I inadvertently brushed over my pussy. Did I detect a hint of wetness and swelling? Just to make sure, I eased my middle finger through my slit. Sure enough, I was wet, not much, just a hint, but that was enough.
For the first time that week, my body reacted to the environment. Touching my nipples, I discovered that they were as erect and hard as they had ever been. A tingling deep in my sex made feel alive, more alive than all the meditation and yoga put together.
Putting on my homemade moccasins, I surveyed the green ocean before me. The camp was about two miles to the West, behind me, as the crow flies. Above me, glided the male Bateleur bird, a raptor with a short tail. I knew it was a male because the male had black flight feathers while those of the female were pale. The Bateleur was usually the first large bird in the air looking for its prey or carrion.
Moving quickly, but soundlessly down the hill, I nearly ran into a game drive 4X4 vehicle with some tourists on board. Hiding behind a large fig tree, I waited until the danger had passed. As the vehicle drove on, I stepped naked onto the dirt road. On the last row of seats, sat two people, a handsome man and a beautiful woman. They turned around and saw me standing in the road. Feeling frisky, I swiped my middle finger through my slit. As it touched my clit something happened I couldn’t explain.
Time stood still and the vehicle moved in slow motion. I could clearly see every detail of their faces, their clothes and their eyes. My heartbeat a slow rhythm that united the three of us for a moment, but it felt like an eternity.
As they turned to the driver, I disappeared into the thick bush. The vehicle didn’t stop. Hopefully, the couple would think that I was a figment of their imagination.
Continuing down a game path, I walked without disturbing the animals or birds. Earlier in my life, I learned to keep my weight on my back leg while I made sure my front foot didn’t step on a twig or something that would make a noise. The thin soles of my moccasins made it possible for me to search for a clean area where to put my foot without looking down. My naked tanned body moved gracefully and was nearly invisible through the bush.
While walking, time took on a different dimension. I was aware of a dung beetle working hard to process the fresh dung of a black rhino; I saw the day-old tracks of a female leopard; I was aware of the Golden Orb spider in her web and the three hornless female kudus hiding in the thick bush. The kudu is the second largest antelope, after the eland in Southern Africa. I even saw a tick waiting on a grass stem to jump on me as his host.
“Not today,” I whispered, walking around the tick.
Arriving, naked and unseen, ahead of the game drive vehicle, I quickly entered my bungalow. In the shower, I washed my short black hair and inspected my body for ticks I might have missed and shaved my legs, my Venus mound and the surrounding areas. I wanted to touch my clit and satisfy myself, but I knew I had to meet the guests first. I dressed in my khaki camp uniform, commando-style (sans panties), and waited with John and Kate as the game drive vehicle arrived.
“Where were you?” inquired John softly.
“I was tracking the leopard they spotted yesterday,” I lied.
In the meantime, the handsome man and his beautiful female companion joined us.
“You must be our Aphrodite from the Bush? I’m Paul and this is Chantelle. Howdy?” He hugged me and pressed his groin against me. Before I could detect if he had an erection, he moved away. Chantelle kissed me on my mouth, fleetingly swiping her tongue through my astonished open mouth.
“This is Sandy, your guide and tracker for the week,” intervened John. “Sandy, Paul and Chantelle are the owners of this venture.”
Oh fuck, now I am in deep shit, I thought. They saw me naked and challenging them. Dammit, they were more beautiful and handsome close up than what I saw on the road. Paul is tall, dark and really handsome, and well built. The knob in his trousers was not a pistol. Chantelle had long dark red hair, light brown tanned skin and green eyes that made my knees wobble.
How could I ever act professionally in the presence of such a god and goddess? My heart thumped in my throat. I wasn’t used to working with such rich and beautiful people. My expertise was with people with problems and with animals, not gods who could buy my whole family with their small change.
“How… do you do…?” I stumbled over my words. This wasn’t going to be an easy week for me. “You are precious, sugar babe,” said Paul as he turned to Chantelle: “Don’t you agree, honey? We’re going to have a ball.”
Fuck! Fuck! He laughed at me. Paul was used to looking down on those beneath his status and wealth. But this girl wasn’t about to let the rich trample on the poor.
“Your Yankee balls are not tough enough for the African bush,” I shot back.
John tried to calm me down, but when I was on a roll, nothing could stop me. Turning to Chantelle I said: “I hope you have pussy-whipped him enough so that we can have some fun, while he watches, handcuffed.”
Paul just laughed. Chantelle smiled and winked at me. She might be my ally. John tried his best to get me to keep my mouth shut. Chantelle came to my rescue. She took my face in her hands and kissed me full on the mouth. My eyes shot wide open and I nearly drowned in her playful green eyes. That was the defining moment for me. Darting my tongue to her lips, I had to make the inquiry.
She opened her mouth to allow me entrance. I could feel my pussy flushing with arousal and my nipples straining against the material of my uniform. That was the first time I was so intimate with another woman. It felt natural. Have I turned into a full-blown lesbian?
A man’s heavy hand touched my shoulder. Still lip-locked, I saw Paul with his soft blue eyes, his pure white smile and his designer stubble beard, wanting to be part of our kiss. My knees buckled. Chantelle and Paul hugged me against them. I was in heaven…
“Hmmm. Excuse me,” said John, disturbing our ménage. “Your breakfast is ready.” With wobbly legs, I disengaged myself from those two heavenly creatures. I had already forgiven Paul for making fun of me.
“I’ll see you after breakfast.” I disappeared before they could say anything. My heart burst open… my wet pussy turned into a raging torrent… my nipples continued their struggle against the confines of my shirt. I knew then that I had to be more professional with them or my sudden lov… lust would cloud everything.
After breakfast, I took my two guests on a walk to the river. I carried a rucksack full of food and drinks with my heavy caliber rifle. One cannot be on foot in the Big Five country. I told them that the five large and dangerous animals in Africa were the lion, leopard, elephant, Cape buffalo and the rhinoceros.
Pointing out the different trees and birds, I tried to impress them with my knowledge. I showed them the Mopani tree (Colophospermum mopane), the Red Bushwillow (Combretum apiculatum), the jackalberry, the common guarri, and many more. I explained the pad patterns on the tracks of a porcupine. Although they pretended that they were interested in what I had to say, I sensed that they were looking for something else.
