It was summer, the height of the rainy season in Zimbabwe, and we were walking along the trail looking at the torrents of water tumbling over Victoria Falls and crashing into the gorge below. It was a good rainy season and the river was in full flood, with the result that vast clouds of warm mist were rising up from the gorge, and drifting across the path, and into the forest beyond. Although the temperature of the tropical Zambezi, the mist felt cool on the hot February day and was exquisitely sensual as it passed softly over exposed skin.
You were wearing a short denim skirt, and a pink cotton top that clung to your skin in a way that even without the mist would have been enticing. You were wearing no bra, and the mist was teasing your skin causing your nipples to stand out most delectably, hard little buds pressing out the material from inside.
You were a delight as you bounced up and down, and twirled along the path, basking in the sensual joy of the mist and the magical surrounds of the 'rain forest'. I even got glimpses of a cheeky bit of bum sometimes as you turned and bounded along the path running ahead and coming back like an over-excited child.
On one of those episodes, you ran to me, practically leaping against me, and kissed me hard on the lips, your body pressing against me in a way I know so well. As you always do, you had me aroused in an instant.
"This misty air is making me horny," you said, breaking off the kiss almost out of breath.
"I had noticed," I replied. "You are making me horny with all your boundless sensual energy!"
We kissed again, and your hand reached down to touch my hardening cock, squeezing it so it became harder, then pressing your body against it.
“So I see! Is that for me?” came your mischievous response.
We heard voices, but kept kissing until we sensed the people were close. It was another couple, holding hands and walking with the wobble of the chronically aroused. Clearly, we were not the only ones getting frisky by the falls.
“Let's go look by the railing,” I said.
We stood looking at the cascading torrents of water, our arousal subsiding just a little, but remaining well within the realm of awareness, much as the mist that drifted among the trees made us aware of the falls even when it was not in full view.
After the couple had passed, we picked up where we left off. My cock was still significantly hard, and your body pressing against me felt so wonderful as it returned to full attention. I know you well enough to know that feeling my cock pressing into you would be more than enough to make you tingle from head to toe, and to produce what you once described as 'instant wet'.
You are like that. Cock turns you on like flipping a switch.
I ground against you while we kissed, feeling the burning sensation of your body pressing against my erection, and loving it so much. I could also feel the delicious sensation of precum leaking into my underwear, and oh how I love that feeling. Not because of the wetness, but because it means that my body is in that enhanced state of sensation that comes with sexual arousal. Well, you know what I mean, you love it too, the wetness and every sensation that goes with it.
More voices disturbed our passionate bodies, so we separated and holding hands we walked further along the path, kissing and caressing as we went.
“I want your cock inside me so bad that I am going to die if I don't get it soon,” you muttered in a husky aroused voice.
“You can have it, feel how hard it is for you,” I responded, the swirling mist almost seeming as if it contained some aphrodisiac, but as Katie Melua said, my aphrodisiac is you.
There was an opening in the forest, and the mist was particularly thick. It seemed to intensify the sensuality and inflame our desires even further.
“Let's go back here,” I said as I grabbed you and kissed you with the passion of a lover in the advanced stages of erotic desire.
We stopped under the shade of an overhanging palm tree and kissed again passionately. I felt your legs part as you leaned against me, and I reached down and ran my hands up the insides of your thighs.
You were not wearing any panties.
This was no surprise, of course, you often don't, but I was delighted as I could feel a little bit of your wetness that had run in a small rivulet down the inside of your thigh. You know how much your overflowing wetness arouses me, and this time was no different. It felt like touching electricity at a very high voltage, but one with pleasant side effects. I followed it up with my hand and found your soaking wet pussy, your lips parted from arousal, and they felt so silky and smooth to the touch.
“Oh my, your wetness is the most beautiful thing in the world,” I moaned, my own arousal at extreme levels.
A soft gasp escaped your lips as my fingers explored you, enhancing your sensations, and making your ache grow ever more delicious and intense. I let my fingers explore you, outside, around your lips, staying well clear of your clitoris. I wanted you to feel intensely aroused, but not yet to leave the plains of early foreplay.
“Ohhh, your touch feels just amazing,” you mumbled, your crotch pressing against my fingers.
More voices, just as your hand started creeping up the inside of my shorts, seeking out my wet hardness.
We looked around, and there was a small gap in the bushes beneath the palm, and behind it a small clearing with a baobab tree in the middle of it.
“Let's go behind the baobab tree,” we both said at the same time.
Giggling we crept through the gap and, watching for snakes, we went behind the baobab tree.
You were on me in an instant. Your hand up the leg of my shorts, your finger rubbing my wetness around my glans, making me burn.
We kissed passionately, and you pushed me back against the baobab tree. You pushed down my shorts and had my wet, hard cock in your mouth making me feel on fire as your tongue made circles around and around me. Each circle made me burn more and more, and how I love that sensation.
“You are ssssucking my ccccock so sweet, I can fffffeel it burning and it's just fucking aaaaaaawesome,” I stuttered. “I could let you ddddo that all day.”
I let your lips and tongue give me pleasure like that for a few minutes, then I extricated myself, and kissed your lips, tasting my cock on them. That's such a sexy taste.
“Mmmm, love how I taste on your lips,” I mumbled between kisses.
Just then the wind picked up a little, and the mist began to blow into our clearing. It was electrifying. Pushing you up against the smooth bark of the baobab, I kissed you some more, my tongue probing your mouth delightfully. I raised your pink top up over your breasts, and the mist on your nipples made them seem like little pink stones, they went so hard.