A guy loses his clothes to the heat of a jungle night and then cools of under a waterfall with a woman of the jungle.
"So, I guess you don't have plumbing," I said smiling as I stripped butt naked and headed off into the night with her to bathe in the waterfall. As my body tingled with the delight of the cooling water I lost my footing on a slippery rock and fell. As she helped pull me up from the ground, her breasts brushed up against my chest and in an instant my arms were around her waist. She returned the embrace, as I gazed directly at her face while stroking her beautiful hair.
The Jungle Was Natural And Naked And So Were We. I knocked on her door in the night of the steaming jungle heat. Startled, she rushed to the door and asked, "what are you doing in the jungle in the dead of the night"
I gazed at her stark naked body in total amazement. She had the firmest and most perfect breasts I had ever seen. And her legs were amazing and toned to absolute perfection.
"You are very brave to be out here in the jungle at this hour, when it is frought with danger", she said with a look of approval.
"More foolish than brave," I murmered.
"Why are you here"she asked.
"My company needs a new source of bamboo and according to the property maps, some of the land we need is owned by you."
"In deed only it is owned by me, but the real owners are the creatures of the jungle. This is really their home and we are only their guests."
As I took out a cloth to wipe the perspiration from my face caused by the steaming heat, she laughed and said, "you really are more foolish than you are brave. Take off those sweaty clothes before the insects eat them, and then you can barhe yourself clean under the waterfall."
"So, I guess you don't have plumbing," I said smiling as I stripped but naked in her presence and headed off into the night with her to bathe in the jungle waterfall.
As my body tingled with the delight of the cooling water I lost my footing on a slippery rock and feel. As she helped pull me up from the ground, her breasts brushed up against my chest and in an instant my arms were around her waist. She returned the embrace, as I gazed directly at her face while stroking her beautiful hair,
Her eyes were the color of the darkest night and they pierced through your very soul that could conceal nothing from her. There was no Television, yet you were entertained. No record players, but yet, you could hear the music. The jungle was her home and it was her symphony. She was one with every creature and she knew them just as anyone would know a neighbor.
Every time we made love, I felt as if it were the first time. Each and every time was a new and exciting adventure. It was total bliss and I experienced a complete inner peace for the first time in my life.
When the tropical rains would seize, the sun would shine on her, and project a vision of the most beautiful woman that there could ever be and ever will be.. Her song was the song of an Angel as all the animals of the Jungle went silent to hear her sing. Yet when she was away from her Jungle, to walk with her was like walking down the street with a wild attack dog.
She totaly detested civilization and she made no secrets of her feelings. She would become enraged if a motor bike kicked up too much dirt.
She would say, "people are not meant to live like this. The animals are free but yet we have imprisoned ourselves with our machinery. We were meant to hear the sounds of the wind and the rushing waters and a lovers whisper, but not these machines."
But yet as enraged as she would get outside of her Jungle, when she returned she was the tenderest and most caring woman there could ever be. So tender was she, you couldn't touch her without making love to her. Every ounce of her body exuded with sensuality. Her body was totaly awseome, yet she would barley ever look in a mirror. She would wake up in the morning with a face that most women couldn't acheive with even hours of make up.
As the sun shined through her window and illuminated the beauty of her body, you couldn't help but make love to her. But even after making love to her in the early morning hours it was a task just to get through breakfast gazing at her naked breasts.
She would say, "I never wear a bra or a top when I'm home because I feel as if I'm imprisoning them, and nature has no reason to cover my breasts."
Aside from parading around bare breasted all day most of the time she would either be in nothing but panties or very skimpy shorts. So, between her amazing breasts and her fantastic thighs and legs I was perpetualy turned on. But what was so different about her compared to any other woman that I was ever with, was the fact that entire hours could go by without her ever saying a single word.
Embraced in each others arms we would feel total contentment and not even feel a need to talk. It was as if our minds were in complete sync and tranquility. Somehow she knew everything I was thinking without me even speaking.
Of course I can"t be completly sure if it were all because of her or the atmossphere of the jungle, or perhaps a combination of the two. But I do know that I didn't miss the machinery either. And sometimes I really wonder if we may be undoing ourselves with all the gadgets we have.
The real irony to me seems to be the reasoning of our so called scientific minds. I mean lets say that you do buy their notion that we evolved from an ape or something. Then you would have to ask yourself this question. What kind of evolved animal makes all these kinds of gadgets
I know, they would say, "great fingers evolved for us to make tools with."
But yet, the apes and monkeys have the same kind of fingers but they never try to make a skate board or something. All I'm saying is that were not really getting the right story and my gut feeling is that someone imposed this technology on humanoids for some sort of purpose that suited them.
I think were afraid to even think about it and ask the obvious question of were we ourselves mechanicly enhanced by creatures that would benefit by our labors if we were mechanicaly enhanced to suit their purposes. And by the way, its recently been proved that so called bio engineering can be implanted in animals and it can re-generate itself enabling it to pass down to other generations. Now, I'm not saying that space aliens did this to us. But I am saying that it is a least a possiblity.
And if you need visible evidence of this, you only have to look at the pyramids. Before any one on earth had any conception of what time was the pyramids were built in a mathmatical way that they would tell time by the suns reflection on them. And I find it quite a stretch that this had anything to do with so called evolution.
So who are they What have they been doing to us And what do they want with us That should be our focus. But yet, we just keep rolling out more and more gadgets and therefore playing into the hands of those that want to keep us so busy that we will never take a step back in time to ponder what is really going on.
I think I'm ready to go back to the peace and tranquility of the Jungle. Just to be somewhere again that I control time rather than time controlling me. Whose schedule are we really on That's the real question. But alas, there is no answer.
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