and wetness. Hmmm, Brad… No, hmmm Matt… No , “hummmmph!” she growled. “Ok, don’t think, just do,” She started again, letting her finger go back down, slowly circling her partially swollen hood. She slipped a finger between, and this time she brushed her clit, then touched herself more forcefully and purred, “hmmmmmm.” Back and forth, she slowly stimulated the little bud, engorging it with blood, and finally making it bulge past her hood. “Yes,” she moaned again, and with her other hand she reached and cupped a full and heavy breast; she did have truly amazing breasts, had always been a D+ even in high school. It was something she secretly loved about herself. Her thumb and forefinger pinched together and another cry escaped her lips. Her whole hand moved back and forth bringing her overly sensitive clit to life. Yes, she can feel the tingling starting low in her aching pussy. She starts to smell her own arousal and it makes her even more wet, “ohhhhhh,” she cried out again.
Creek .
She froze , in that moment she realized she was not alone in this room any longer and with paralyzing fear, steadied her breathing and prepared for the attack.
Shit Sam, so much for stealth , he thought. He reached out to her and whispered, “Please don’t scream darlin.” Her eyes flashed open, her hands moving quickly from her very aroused nipple and pussy to her belly, terrified of what would happen next. She looked up into the darkest, deepest, blue eyes she had ever seen. “We have 2 minutes until the cartel arrives to take you. Will you go with me instead?” Had he actually just asked her like that? He had intended to order her to go so why had it sounded like a request? Fuck !
She didn’t know why she believed him but she did. She knew that he was safe, and here was not safe, not anymore. She jumped out of the bed, nearly knocking him over but he was quick on his feet and stepped out of her way. She didn’t look scared so he figured she must have had some sort a plan for this eventuality; Americans were never popular with the gangs and dealers here. She had her jeans on and shoes tied in 20 seconds. She always left them next to her bed at night in case of an emergency. She scooped up her go-bag and jacket, then grabbed her machete off the desk. Stepping past him back to the bed, she flipped it over and quickly sliced it open, retrieving her passport and money. She spun around and spoke to him for the first time, “Let’s go!”
I n a move that he again would not understand, Sam reached out for her hand and she took it. His large hand closed around her much smaller hand and just for a moment, he thought he caught the scent of something enticingly familiar.
It was only after Emma grabbed his hand that she had realized her fingers were still sticky wet and smelled like her pussy. For a brief second, she thought she saw him smirk as he smelled her. Then they were out the door and she didn’t have time to be mortified.
Chapter 2
They took off out of her hut and bolted straight into the brush, not a moment too soon, as the headlights of pair of jeeps barely missed them. “That was not two minutes,” she protested into the night, and they ran as quickly and as quietly as she ever had before. He was holding her hand and half pulling, half dragging her along. Moonlight peeking through the dense brush only slightly illuminated their path. She didn’t understand how he was able to maneuver so quickly and with such little light. Finally, he stopped and pulled her behind a large kapok trunk and tapped a black button strapped to his throat.
“ Izz, come in,” he called quietly.
Nothing. Just silence mixed with the sounds of their breathing. Hers came much faster, clearly he was in better shape than she was. She did her best to slow her breathing and make as little noise as possible. Here in the jungle at night it wasn’t just the “bad guys” you had to worry about there were other reason not to draw
Creek .
She froze , in that moment she realized she was not alone in this room any longer and with paralyzing fear, steadied her breathing and prepared for the attack.
Shit Sam, so much for stealth , he thought. He reached out to her and whispered, “Please don’t scream darlin.” Her eyes flashed open, her hands moving quickly from her very aroused nipple and pussy to her belly, terrified of what would happen next. She looked up into the darkest, deepest, blue eyes she had ever seen. “We have 2 minutes until the cartel arrives to take you. Will you go with me instead?” Had he actually just asked her like that? He had intended to order her to go so why had it sounded like a request? Fuck !
She didn’t know why she believed him but she did. She knew that he was safe, and here was not safe, not anymore. She jumped out of the bed, nearly knocking him over but he was quick on his feet and stepped out of her way. She didn’t look scared so he figured she must have had some sort a plan for this eventuality; Americans were never popular with the gangs and dealers here. She had her jeans on and shoes tied in 20 seconds. She always left them next to her bed at night in case of an emergency. She scooped up her go-bag and jacket, then grabbed her machete off the desk. Stepping past him back to the bed, she flipped it over and quickly sliced it open, retrieving her passport and money. She spun around and spoke to him for the first time, “Let’s go!”
I n a move that he again would not understand, Sam reached out for her hand and she took it. His large hand closed around her much smaller hand and just for a moment, he thought he caught the scent of something enticingly familiar.
It was only after Emma grabbed his hand that she had realized her fingers were still sticky wet and smelled like her pussy. For a brief second, she thought she saw him smirk as he smelled her. Then they were out the door and she didn’t have time to be mortified.
Chapter 2
They took off out of her hut and bolted straight into the brush, not a moment too soon, as the headlights of pair of jeeps barely missed them. “That was not two minutes,” she protested into the night, and they ran as quickly and as quietly as she ever had before. He was holding her hand and half pulling, half dragging her along. Moonlight peeking through the dense brush only slightly illuminated their path. She didn’t understand how he was able to maneuver so quickly and with such little light. Finally, he stopped and pulled her behind a large kapok trunk and tapped a black button strapped to his throat.
“ Izz, come in,” he called quietly.
Nothing. Just silence mixed with the sounds of their breathing. Hers came much faster, clearly he was in better shape than she was. She did her best to slow her breathing and make as little noise as possible. Here in the jungle at night it wasn’t just the “bad guys” you had to worry about there were other reason not to draw
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