The woman beyond the undergrowth that shielded her from sight was possibly the most attractive person that Laura had ever seen. She was an inhabitant of the jungle, of that there was to be no doubt. Her clothing was of rough-cut animal skins; a mix-mash of different beasts crudely sewn together.
Despite the primitiveness of her attire, the woman still radiated beauty. Her skin was a luscious dark brown, like molten chocolate, her equally dark brown eyes glowing like jewels, her gaze flitting around constantly yet she had yet to spot Laura peeking through the undergrowth.
The woman’s movements were that of a feline hunter yet there was a reserved measure to her actions that suggested that she was also used to being the prey. She was carrying a spear, little more than a shaft of wood with what appeared to be a flint head crudely fashioned into a sharpened triangle. To somebody of Laura’s upbringing, it was like having travelled through a portal in time, the ancientness of the jungle once again brought home.
Laura was still peeing, her delicious relief squirting from her pussy flaps even as she watched the huntress through the foliage. Suddenly, the woman stopped, turning on the spot, her spear raising. Somehow, she had heard the soft patter of piss landing on the ground and was intent on launching her spear at a hidden threat.
‘Stop, I’m a friend,’ Laura shouted through the press of thick green leaves that formed a screen between them. The spear’s movement froze, as did the Amazon warrior-woman. Shafts of white sunlight cut shafts through the overhead canopy, lazy dust motes drifting in the warm, humid air. Time seemed to slow to a halt.
Laura took the initiative. Slowly and very carefully she found a gap to squeeze through to present herself to the denizen of the jungle she had just startled. They came to face to face, Laura’s tanned skin so starkly different to the woman she was facing. They were of equal height, both with their hair flowing manes behind them, Laura’s brown to the amazon’s midnight black.
Laura’s ponytail had been freed as she had fallen, another loss along with her clothes and it was her brazen nudity that seemed to be so fascinating to the amazon. She was shifting her gaze from Laura’s bare tits to that of her groin, apparently in awe of her shaved pussy slit.
Slowly, she bent to place her spear on the ground before standing back upright and reaching for the crude garment wrapped around her waist. She undid the knot that kept it in place and let it fall away revealing a bushy triangular mass of pubic hairs beneath. The amazon pointed at her own muff before pointing to Laura’s shaven slit.
‘Munoo,’ she intoned. Her voice sounded strange to Laura who had heard so many foreign tongues on her travels around the world. She had no idea what the word meant but it appeared the warrior woman was greatly excited at the sight of her shaved womanhood.
‘Munoo,’ she said ahead, gesturing with both hands towards Laura’s muff.
‘I do not understand,’ said Laura softly. The woman hissed at her and backed away before grabbing at her spear. Once armed she seemed far more hostile.
‘Munoo,’ she demanded, using her spear to trace a line from Laura’s pussy slit to the ground.
Oh, my god, she wants to see me have a pee and prove that this is what she heard before!
It was certainly a dilemma for Laura who had only recently failed to have a wee at the side of the man she had wanted to fuck. Now she got the impression that her life depended upon her ability to produce another golden shower.
She took a deep breath. Fortunately, her bladder was not empty. She altered her stance, moving her legs apart to widen the gap so that her hot piss shower could be clearly seen as she put on her show.
It was taking too long!
She was trying to pee but having a spear aimed her way was not helping matters. Closing her eyes, she tried to think back to a time that she had been bursting to go. She recalled when she had been invited to a birthday party for a governess in the upper echelons of society in India. There had been a pool and it had not been long before Laura had joined those already in the water whilst still fully clothed.
She had soon needed a pee and had been swimming to the edge when she had spotted a group of giggling girls around her own age. Her interest had been piqued, more so as she neared after spotting through the water that several of the girls had removed their lower attire, a veritable selection of pussies on display as she had dived down for a better look. She had still been underwater when one of the girls had started to pee, an unmissable yellow stream issuing from her shaven cunt and mingling into the pool.