Behind The Waterfall

The waterfall was a fair hike from the village, enough distance that the locals usually didn’t use it for simple bathing, but Lara was willing to go a little out of her way for luxury. Besides which, as much as she tried to respect other cultures, she was still enough of an Englishwoman not to want her bath to involve a dozen other participants. 

When she got there, though, Unuratu was already there, washing her clothes. Apparently Lara wasn’t the only one who put a premium on privacy. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

Unuratu waved off her objections. “It’s no bother. I can see how you prefer to wash up here rather than in the bay. You’re welcome to continue, if you can put up with me.”

Lara just smiled at her, too shy to speak all of a sudden, blushing even. But she did need to be cleaned off and there was a big difference between a cadre of virtual strangers and Unuratu, who she was at least friendly with. She turned around, giving herself that much privacy while she took off her shoes.

Then a cold spray of water hit her back. Lara squealed and jumped, coming down to whirl about and see Unuratu grinning at her. “If you’re going to use my waterfall, you’ll have to loosen up.”

“How’d you do that?” Lara demanded.

Unuratu reached into the water and came up with a tanned length of intestine, no doubt donated by some unfortunate farm animal. It acted much like a water hose, with the rest of its length ending in a bladder that had been fashioned into a funnel and secured up along the falls. When the hose was let go of, it dropped into the lake and was essentially just another way down for the waterfall’s liquid. When Unuratu brought her end out of the water, the pressure of the waterfall forcing itself down the funnel rushed the water through the hose and shot it out of the tip.

“Surely, to someone who solves as many puzzles as you, it’s pretty obvious.” Unuratu directed the stream at Lara again. Big, round drops of water arched up into the air and came down on Lara’s hot, sweaty skin. She let out a soft exhale as the drizzle broke the pervasive haze of heat she’d been grappling with since coming to this part of the world.

“What do you use it for?” Lara asked.

“Annoying any Brits who stop by,” Unuratu quipped. “Feel good?”

Lara nodded, wiping the water from her face.

“I’m glad,” Unuratu said, playing the flow of water down to Lara’s feet as she pulled off her socks. “It’s hot today. Someone who’s done as much for my people as you have should get to cool off.”

She brought the hose inside of her top, grinning irritatingly as she massaged her breasts with the flow of water. All she wore was a loincloth and a band of fabric around her chest. With her breasts washed clean of their heated sweat, she thrust the hose down under the waistband of her loincloth. Water gushed down her thighs, making her legs shimmer as more sweat and grime was rinsed off her by the current. But clearly, the water was doing more than just cleaning Unuratu. She grinned lasciviously, the front of her loincloth undulating as her bare cunt was bathed in the flowing water. 

“Ahhhh,” Unuratu exhaled. “I wouldn’t say that cools one off, exactly, but it does feel good. Once you’re cooled off, you should feel good too, yes?”

Lara smirked. “From the number of people who want to touch me, you’d think I feel good already.”

But she walked closer, bare feet squishing the wet grass, and Unuratu stepped forward to meet her. They ended up facing each other, eye to eye as Unuratu pulled out Lara’s waistband and thrust the hose beneath her underwear. The water gave Lara a cold shock that brought her overwarm state into bitter relief, but then the flow of water soothed that, giving Lara a flowing coolness that was of a piece with the feeling of relaxing pleasure as the water caressed her slit and massaged its way down her thighs.

All too soon, though, Unuratu pulled the hose away from Lara’s bottoms. Sensing where it would go next, Lara stripped off her tanktop, leaving her in only a black bra. Unuratu pressed the hose into each of the cups of Lara’s bra, Lara gasping as the water stroked over her nipples. Then Unuratu peeled down one of Lara’s shoulder straps, baring her large, yet perfectly shaped breast. She pinched Lara’s nipple between her thumb and forefinger, forcing it forward to catch the flowing water.

“You have wonderful breasts, Lara. Well-suited to motherhood. But I’m glad you don’t have a child yet, or a man. It means you can be mine.”

She took her hand off Lara’s nipple, leaving it almost painfully engorged, and slipped her fingers under her own top, squeezing her own breast with Lara watching as though hypnotized.

“We should go in out of the sun. If someone sees you like this, with such wonderful breasts out in the open, they might try to take you away from me. You wouldn’t want to be taken away from me, would you?”

Lara shook her head. Dropping the hose, Unuratu turned and walked away. Lara followed her swinging hips, the loincloth revealing much of her glistening buttocks, leaving Lara enthralled. Even though the cloth hanging from Unuratu’s waistband covered the cleft of her ass, with the way her hips bounded from side to side, the cloth inevitably moved out of the way, allowing Lara fleeting glimpses of all it usually covered.

Lara climbed with Unuratu into the time-worn rocks that bracketed the waterfall, until they walked behind it. There was a cave, its mouth covered by the waterfall. Somehow, the sound of the falls dimmed, muted by the cave’s acoustics to leave the space cool and quiet. Yet Lara felt burning excitement, walking into the dark depths of the cave with Unuratu, wondering how far they’d get from the light when suddenly Unuratu whirled on her. Lara couldn’t stop herself and she collided with her. Unuratu didn’t seem to mind—she put one hand around Lara’s waist, holding her in place, while the other went back to fondle the breast she’d uncovered before. 

“I think we’re cool enough now,” Unuratu breathed, her lips right next to Lara’s. “Now we need to heat things up, not cool them down.” And her hand was very warm on Lara’s naked breast, making it feel hot and swollen and huge. “Your breast feels nice. Not cool, but nice.”

She pulled away Lara’s bra entirely, dropping it to the ground, leaving Lara trembling in her sudden nakedness. It seemed more intimate to have been stripped by Unuratu. She didn’t feel in control.

“Do you like it when I play with them, Lara? Does it make you feel as good as it makes me feel? I get the feeling you’d like it if I sucked on them. Would you, Lara? Would you like that?”

Lara couldn’t answer. She could barely breathe. All of her attention was demanded by Unuratu’s smooth, loving hand roaming over her breasts. She could feel Unuratu’s touch deeper than she felt most things—feel it all the way down in her pussy.

Unuratu breathed hard too, seeing Lara’s excitement and feeding on it, growing aroused by how pliant Lara was being, masterful because of how submissive Lara was. “What’s the matter? Something you’d rather do with that pretty tongue than answer me? Can’t you even tell me if you want to feel my mouth on those gorgeous breasts? You’re not usually so shy about making your feelings known. Let’s see your tongue, Lara. Show me you still have one—I’ll have to change my plans if you don’t.”

Lara opened her mouth, revealing the shocking pink of her tongue in contrast to her dark lipstick, and as if unable to resist that sudden blast of color, Unuratu was suddenly kissing her. The same way Lara felt Unuratu’s touch on her breasts filter down into her pussy, she experienced symphonic vibrations all throughout her body, but knew they originated with Unuratu’s tongue against her own. 

She clutched at Unuratu, feeling a perfect smoothness to her skin, soft from the water that had left it clean and pure. Lara felt herself twitching all over—her body hungering to truly feel Unuratu’s touch on her cunt—and she didn’t know how she could stop it short of yielding to that desire.

As they kissed, Unuratu took Lara’s hand and pulled it to her own breast, warm and soft and fitting into Lara’s hand like it had been meant to be squeezed by her. The feel of it only whetted Lara’s appetite, encouraged her desire, the compulsion built and built inside her until she forced her mouth away from Unuratu’s and started kissing her chest instead.

“Eager, aren’t you? That’s okay. I am too,” Unuratu said as she pulled up her top, bringing it up over her head and off her arms and letting it fall down to the ground.

Lara wasn’t even sure what she was doing, but she didn’t want to stop. Even though she was the one suckling at Unuratu, caressing her, she felt consumed by her body. Both her hands and her kissing mouth weren’t enough to satisfy her yearning for Unuratu’s flesh. Still, she sucked all she could at Unuratu’s nipples, while her fingers massaged the velvety flesh of her breasts, all she felt and tasted only driving her to want more and more of Unuratu.

“That’s it. Kiss and suck, suck and kiss,” Unuratu said, somehow content only to hold Lara closer and tighter, a token gesture of not wanting Lara to stop when there seemed no chance of that happening. “You have a wonderful mouth, Lara. It was just made for me. And I have a whole other breast you can play with, just so there’s always enough to satisfy you.”

Prompted by Unuratu’s words, Lara dove for her other tit, sucking in the nipple that had already swollen with anticipation. But she’d barely even tasted it before Unuratu drew her up, popping her nipple out of Lara’s plump lips, and instead kissed her.

“I want you to have everything you want,” Unuratu said, her hands tracing down Lara’s sides. “But before we start, take off those shorts. They’re very becoming, but I want to see what they’re hiding.”