A rough tongue licked me awake. My cozy slumber quickly faded as I realized my tigress was no longer by my side. Instead I found my friend with his hat atop his face peacefully napping a few meters away, and as I called his name, he jumped up and smiled. We tacitly returned to our escapade, only pausing to examine the local fauna and shrubbery. Sporadic beams of sunlight shot through the trees and made the morning dew glisten. The smell of fresh fruit filled my nostrils as we passed by some trees with ample amounts of fresh hanging mango and bananas. I could hear a faint echo of the primates and birds around me and a slight breeze cooling me as it evaporated the sweat on my body.
We looked around 360 degrees once we reached the top of the hills and saw a green sea of flowing leaves making the same noise as the ebb and flow of waves. The marvel sunk deep into my core as my friend and I pondered the grandiose panorama. In the corner of my periphery, I caught a glimpse of my tigress jogging towards a small fire. She seemed to be pouring buckets of water onto the fire, but to little avail. The fire quickly spread and caught everything around it ablaze. Thick black plumes of smoke permeated the air, blocking my view. I ushered my friend, and we jumped down and sprinted in that direction.
As we drew nearer to the location, we could see more and more people joining the efforts to quench the fire, now three times larger than before. I remembered a technique I learned in school about mixing sand with specific tropical plants to create a fire retardant. So I grabbed a few hands to help, and we created the mixture which we combined with the water they had and sprayed all around the base of the fire. Only then was visible progress attained, and after a few rounds of the same – the fire fizzled. Leaping and joyful yelling arose from the crowd, and they lifted me above them in cheer.
When they put me down, my tigress met me with epic embrace. Her father and chief of the village no longer had a look of disapproval on his face as we kissed. Rather, he cheered along with the crowd and started a chant that later she told me meant something along the lines of “foreign man but helping hand”. He brought everyone back to the village which was nearby and my friend explained to me that he found some kids playing with some burnt matches near the ashes. I guess we were not the only foreigners in the area, because we had not brought any matches with us.
Later that night, my tigress brought me into her father’s massive tent since he was out sleeping off a food coma. We wasted no time – our clothes were ripped off each other and I was on the mat pounding her pelvis into the ground with no holding back. The lack of restraint caused some cries of pain amidst the euphoria, but I could tell she did not want me to stop. For a solid five minutes, I was getting in deep thrusts which moved her whole body up and down the mat, despite her attempts to hold on. She clutched at my hand blindly and I grasped it firmly and put it behind her back. Her head rolled back, her chin pointed upwards and her eyes tightly shut.
I had both of her hands behind her back, and her pelvis slightly angled up towards me as she found herself lost in pure ecstasy. As we both released a sweet and intense climax together, our bodies thudded against the floor. She turned to face me, now sitting on our sides. We spoke about simple things, as English was her second language – what kind of things she does for fun, how many tigers she has as pets (you know, the simple things). After a 30 min respite, we started the foreplay again; this time, slowly caressing her obliques, a single finger trailing along the sides of her ribs, down and behind to her glutes. I cupped one butt cheek and pressed her firmly against me. My cock upright against her abs, I could barely imagine how it even fit her petite shape. Kissing her tongue, I climbed atop her until my cock was in between her breasts. I spit to lubricate it, and she pressed her two breasts together as I thrust my penis in between, moaning as the slight lubricity on her smooth yet firm breasts enveloped me. She bent her head forward and sucked me as I continued to thrust, but I slowed down and retracted so as to suppress the urge to climax. Instead, I began my own fellatio on her smooth vaginal lips. I spread them apart, as I stimulated her clitoris with rapid flicking of my tongue and sucking onto the small nub. She began to go wild. She pressed my head with both hands against her, as I slowly increased the speed and intensity. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore, and she pulled me up behind her, and I raised one leg up as we performed a sideways doggy style.
I taught her how to speak dirty to me in English, and me to her in Bangla. I flipped her over to a full doggy style position, and with one hand I grabbed her hair back in a pony tail and the other I used to slap her right buttocks repeatedly. Her suppressed screams were probably still loud enough to wake up anyone near us, but we did not care. I continued thrusting for another few minutes until I pulled out and released a second wave of semen onto her back. I grabbed a nearby cloth and dipped it into warm water and slowly wiped her back clean. Both exhausted, we slumped over and slipped into a deep sleep.
..to be continued.
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