It was a night of humidity. One of those evenings when the mosquitos rise up from the wet ground and huddle in sheltered places. Frogs chirped as if to cry out joy for the new rain and insect meals. The shutters in her room don’t close, so she was left to secure herself within the confines of her bed and the mosquito net. The fan in the corner swept the room with refreshing bursts of air and blew a rogue strand of hair past her face as she lay there, her eyes closed, attempting rest on a restless night. The mind wanders when it encounters boredom, making sleep more difficult. She remembered the lean, muscular Rastafarian that had said hello to her earlier in the day. He made her drop her things in response to his flirting comments, embarrassing her. The image of him stayed in her mind and made her smile throughout the rest of the day.

The passing thought of him now, began to make her wet. She could feel the warmth of the blood coursing through her system down to her genitals. Her vulva began to open and wet her panties underneath the covers. She decided to reach down and feel to see if she could push her imagination further.  As she began fondling herself, a smile stretching across her face, the door creaked open. She stopped abruptly and said “hello” cautiously. A figure walked towards her bed, and reached a hand out to her. The figure was a man. He said “come”. The voice was warm and calming. The sensation of butterflies flitted in her stomach as she pulled open the curtains of the mosquito net, grabbed his hand, and walked out of the room with him.

They tiptoed down the wooden stairs to the outside of the field station, and began to make the journey to a stream which resided down a windy path from the field station. He tightened his grip around her hand and silently, but carefully, led her there. She was still only in her underpants and a tight, short, ripped t-shirt. They walked barefoot, adrenaline and endorphins masking any pain from sharp objects in their way. About half way down, he stopped, placed his hand behind the nape of her neck and kissed her. The kiss was all encompassing. Every nerve ending of her body was tingling. Her panties were too small to hold her wetness in, it was now clinging to her thigh as it ran down towards the ground. He grasped her hand once again, and filled with excitement, they ran the rest of the way to the water.

He got in first, reaching up to lift her in gracefully. They kissed again. He was already shirtless, the water turned muscles slippery, and they moved over each other effortlessly. With one hand, he lifted her wet t-shirt up, revealing the hard nipples that had only minutes before peeked through the thin fabric. He massaged one breast in his hand, licked it, and then in placed it between his lips. Her head tilted backwards to allow for the pleasure to overtake her.

She reached downward while kissing and brushed her hand against his hard cock. The size of it rattled her, and she tightened her fingers around the shaft near the base, lifting upwards slowly just to enjoy it. With another movement and the water’s help she removed his shorts, leaving them to float in the water. They were standing face to face now, hands all over each other. He moved the both of them over to a boulder in the stream and lifted his body just enough above water to allow her to slide her mouth over his cock. She enjoyed his taste and the held on to the base as she moved up and down, up and down, and up and down, adding length to the movements with one hand while another cupped his balls. He began to moan. She moved faster, got wetter, and became more enthusiastic. She smiled as he took her hair, and although it was with force, gently pulled her head back, up, and close to his face.

He dipped back into the water again and lifted upwards to stand face to face with her. This movement, coupled with her extreme pleasure from pleasing him, led to his cock slipping right into her past her panties. It was unexpected, yet desired. Her vagina spasmed just from the pleasure of feeling his girth within her. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around her, and the moved in unison while they fucked. It was so easy to get here, it took little words, and yet the two of them communicated desire, passion, and lust for each other. They fucked slowly, then faster, gently, and harder. The rock served as a table on which to lean her over on and slide in from behind. Every movement was amazing. The water glowed in the night sky underneath the moon, the stars, and the sound of the frogs.

They came. He- on her back while she moaned in response. She- into the clear water right as he pulled out. They collapsed on the rock where she lay, satisfied, and quiet once more. She turned to him to see if she could recognize the man that made her stay, but was disrupted. She recognized him, but wondered how he got there.

“Crap” she said as she awoke after passing out for about an hour. “That was an awesome!” “I only wish that Eric were actually here, and not only in my dirty, horny, dreams!”