Beth was already lying down on her back by the time I climbed out of the water. I admired her hourglass figure while I stood next her. I took my time wiping off as much water as I could from my body. “Jonathan told me you're good at massage,” said Beth. This was true, and the main reason I gave him good massages, was to teach him how to do it right, and do the same for me. I felt a twinge if hatred for him again, as I imagined him using those skills on some young, dumb, internet-addict chick.
When we still dating, Jonathan and I had a couple of little coke parties with Beth and her boyfriend. We'd spend the night getting high, then pairing off to fuck until daylight, followed by the inevitable come-down. Although there was no weird group sex, we did get quite explicit when discussing our sex lives.
I put the bad thoughts out of my mind and concentrated on the task at hand. “Turn over, I'm going to wash you off quickly,” I told her. I used a couple of handfuls of water to get the little bits of grit and sand from the rock surface, off the soft skin on her back. I started massaging her neck and shoulders, firmly working through the knots I found.
“You've been kinda tense lately?” I asked. “Yeah, exam stress is getting to me, I really needed a break like this,” said Beth. It wasn't only exam stress, it was also the hectic schedule of midweek partying taking its toll. She was dealing with her break-up as best she knew how: going out, buying coke and picking up guys. I'm not saying she was a slut, she was damn choosy about who she took home.
A few minutes later, I was slowly working the muscles from her lower back, my hands moving up her spine, bit by bit. Eventually I got to her shoulder blades, and I stretched my long fingers out, clasping her ribcage at the front. I was just-just touching her boobs. My hands lingered there, until I moved them further apart. My fingers probed around her breasts, right up against her nipples. Without saying a word, she raised herself up on her elbows, high enough to give me full access to her firm, big tits.
I cupped them eagerly, my fingertips teasing and squeezing them into arousal. I adjusted my position, and straddled her right leg, rhythmically moving my hips up and down. My smooth pussy was rubbing against the back of her legs, traveling up to her beautifully rounded ass. I moved my right hand down, towards stomach. She raised herself a little, allowing me to reach lower down. I brushed past her neat landing strip of pubic hair and ran my finger tips along the outside of her pussy. I traced the edges of her labia and moved gently towards her clitoris. She moaned softly as I flicked her clit and ran my fingers down her pussy lips, towards the moistness gathering at her vulva. My fingers got coated in her slickness, and I lubed up her clit, increasing the pressure I and speed of my strokes.
“Put your fingers in me!” she hissed. I needed no further encouragement. I sat upright and used my free hand to massage her pussy, before inserting two fingers. She was tight, and I could feel her pussy muscles squeezing against my fingers. Despite the tightness, I was able to get my fingers in all the way up to the knuckles.
“More, more,” she begged. I put in three digits, my thumb resting between her butt cheeks. She got really wet and her cunt was able to take more, so I shifted my my pinkie in. I then hastily spun her over and kissed her violently, my tongue exploring her mouth. I bunched my fingers together into a wedge-shape, and started probing her marvelously elastic pussy opening. I took my time, moving my fingertips in and out, going deeper with every upward stroke. I kissed her hard on her neck, and she held me tighter, moving her hands to my ass. She was getting more and more worked up, her hips bucking forwards to meet my penetrating fingers. My long, slender fingers steadily made their way into her cunt, and I bent them towards me slightly, deep inside in her pussy. This gave me just enough leeway to get my entire hand inside. I was wrist-deep inside her.
I kept my fist inside her, while rubbing my clit in a frenzy. I came, the waves of pleasure building up, peaking, then slowly ebbing away. I carefully unclenched my hand and slowly moved my fist out of Beth's tightly stretched cunt. I finished her off by working on her clit with my free hand.
I collapsed on top of her, my head resting between her breasts. Our sweat cooled us rapidly in the slight afternoon breeze. Our rapid breathing slowed and I gradually became more aware of our surroundings. I could hear the waterfall, birds singing and chirping, and reeds moving in the current. Amongst all these sounds, was the distinct noise of clattering stones. Small pieces of rock were being dislodged. Which meant there were people, or animals above the gorge. I jerked upright as soon as I realized that it could be the baboons again. And here we were, separated from our backpacks. Beth arrived at the same conclusion as I did. “Shit!” she shouted, as she sprang up and dived in, and swam through the water, to get our vulnerable gear before them.
Baboons are pretty damn sly. I won't call them 'clever', but definitely 'crafty'. They'd waited for us to get nice and distracted, before making their move. By the time we got to the opposite edge of the rock pool, the dominant males were already fiddling with the catches on the rucksacks. They knew there was food inside the bags. Since we carried fully packed kits, the baboons couldn't carry the bags off. They tried in vain to drag the bags along the rocky ground, reluctant to leave so much booty behind.
We stood there, our path blocked by the baboons, and separated from our clothing and supplies. Although we were outnumbered, the baboons were wary, and stayed back. They were looking for a reaction from the leading male.
The giant leader jumped in front of Beth, challenging her. The Norinka.45 was stashed in the top compartment of her bag, safety engaged and no round in the chamber — so even if a baboon managed to find it, there was no chance of an accidental discharge. Still, facing a wild baboon is no joke, especially when they are aggressive. One bite can kill, and there is a good chance of dying from infection, even if a bite or scratch is minor.
I was too shit-scared to move. Although Beth wasn't giving ground, I'm sure she was planning on how to take the fucker down without getting mauled. The younger males and some females started closing in around us, in attempt to make us retreat into the water. One of the baboons figured out how to unzip a long side compartment on my bag, and my thermos flask fell out. It bounced on the hard ground and rolled down the slope towards me.
Acting on pure instinct, I lunged forward and grabbed the flask. It was full of hot, black coffee. I unscrewed the lid and shot my arm forwards, aiming at the leader. The scalding hot contents hit the giant male in his face. The baboon screamed and backed off. With their leader in a state of confusion, and howling in pain, the baboons retreated slightly.
The two big males let go of our bags and ran back a couple of steps. Beth reacted and charged towards the leader. He was temporarily blinded, giving her time to pick up a small rock. She didn't want to risk trying to land a kick — he could still lash out and cause serious injury. Instead, she hurled the rock into his chest at close range. I joined in, and started pelting stones at the leader, and any baboons that still lingered. He turned and ran, and all the others followed.
Beth retrieved her firearm and sprinted after them, emptying the remaining rounds of the magazine at their heels. I gathered our clothing into a small heap and secured the backpacks. Beth screamed obscenities at the retreating baboons, as they scurried through the indigenous bushes and trees. They made their way up the gorge at high speed. She watched them disappear over the summit, then turned around and walked back slowly. Her wet black hair hung down over her shoulders, and her proudly exposed breasts moved sensually as she walked. The gun was at her side, the hot barrel still giving off wisps of white smoke.