Uncivilized
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I heard a faint snort come out of Zach as he resumed sitting by the fire. “What is this word you have been using… ‘godfather’?”
“It’s a symbolic title. He was chosen by your parents to have a hand in guiding and directing you in life. It can have spiritual meaning, which I’m sure it did since your parents were very religious. Randall wasn’t, so I think there was also an element where your parents chose Randall to be a secondary guardian to you. Someone that would look out for your well-being.”
“He’s not my father,” Zach said defensively.
“Of course not,” I assured him. “It’s just a title. You make whatever relationship you want with Randall.”
“I don’t want any relationship with him,” Zach sneered. “I just want to go back to my home.”
Then he stood up again and walked into the jungle. He didn’t come back for almost two hours. I laid in my hammock, wondering where he was and if I would be eaten by a jaguar that night.
But he did return, saying not a word to me. He merely laid down on the ground beside the fire and closed his eyes. I swayed in my hammock, looking up at the stars in the swatch of jungle that had been carved out by the river. The sounds of the night forest lulled me… birds and monkeys calling to each other, frogs croaking out love songs, and crickets merrily chirping. Some people thought it was too loud, but I loved it. It was like a soothing, white noise to me, and I was starting to get drowsy.
Before my eyes drifted closed for the night, I turned my head slightly and looked over at Zach. I glanced at his face first and saw that he was still awake and staring up at the same stars I had been looking at. My gaze traveled down his chest, and I was stunned to find he had his hand between his legs. His c**k was fully erect, and he silently stroked it with his right hand, his other hand casually tucked under his head while he peered at the night sky.
He didn’t make a sound and had it not been from the impressive erection sliding along his palm, I would have wondered if he were even enjoying himself.
I knew I should have averted my eyes and given him privacy while he masturbated, but damn… there he was under the broad, starry sky, wearing nothing but his hand around what I estimated was an amazing eight-to-nine inches of steel and velvet.
Zach’s chest was moving up and down in tiny spurts, increasing in tempo with the beat of his hand, but no sounds of pleasure came out of his full lips. His c**k was moist and, in the firelight, I could see pr**cum leaking from the tip. Everything else about him though was utterly still and silent, and I came to understand the fact that Zach had amazing control over his body and his feelings.
As I watched Zach pleasure himself, I couldn’t help but imagine it was my own hand on him… then I imagined it was my mouth… then I imagined he was lodged deep inside of me. I’d never been with someone that large before, and I thought to myself… the stretch and burn would hurt in just the right way.
I felt moisture soak my underwear, and my body felt twitchy and frustrated. My br**sts ached, and my stomach tightened. Rolling my body to the side, I winced slightly when the hammock strings groaned, but Zach didn’t notice. He just kept stroking his c**k and staring at the stars.
Pressure built quickly between my legs, and I swear I could feel my blood pumping through my clit, making an uncomfortable throbbing sensation. I couldn’t stand it… I needed the same type of relief that Zach was rushing toward.
I craved it more than I had craved water in the heat of the jungle.
Common sense seemed to be dispossessed of my brain, and I moved without thought. Slowly lowering my hand to my stomach, I worked my fingers at the button on my pants and undid it. I tugged my zipper down, thankful for the noisy jungle to hide the sound. Humid air hit my lower belly, and I wasted no time slipping my fingers under the top edge of my cotton panties while I stared at Zach stroking himself.
His hand worked faster and his breathing became shallower, but he was still eerily quiet. I needed to catch up because he was leaving me far behind, so I pushed my index finger straight into my slickness, swallowing my groan as I realized how drenched with need I had become. Pulling my hand back, I dragged my finger over my cl*t and my h*ps jerked slightly, causing more creaking from the hammock. I held absolutely still for a moment, panicked that I would interrupt Zach’s moment, but he was completely ignoring me.
With a soft sigh, I rubbed over my cl*t again. It felt so good I had to suck in a lungful of oxygen. God, it had never been that sensitive. Never felt that gratifying. But then again, I had never secretly masturbated with a gorgeous stranger laying just a few feet away from me, while I watched him pleasure himself with complete indifference to his surroundings.
Confident that either Zach had no clue what I was doing, or he just didn’t care, I started to move my finger over my cl*t again, but I immediately went still when Zach lazily turned his head my way, letting me know at that moment… he had been aware the entire time what I was doing to myself. His own hand stilled, and he stared at me with the fire flickering in his eyes.
“Does it feel good? What you’re doing to yourself?” His voice was avidly curious, and it occurred to me… maybe he’d never seen a woman do this before.
I blinked at him in surprise and started to remove my hand from my panties.
“Don’t,” he commanded me harshly. “Don’t stop what you’re doing. I can tell you’re aroused. I can smell it, and I can practically hear your blood humming.”