Deliciously Scandalous Outdoor Nude Activities
Arabella – Three Days Later
I prayfor rain before I open my eyes. More rain means more sexy sex with the sexiest sex god of all of Sexlandia. That’s what I’ve secretly named this entire area of the jungle. Sexlandia. A fitting name for it because between us and those dirty bonobos on the other side of the river, there’s a whole lot of fooling around happening day and night. It stopped raining yesterday morning, and when Will suggested that the smart thing to do would be to get back on the river, I talked him into staying for one more day. Well, I didn’t so much as talk him into it, but rathershowedhim several fun reasons to put off leaving. After a quick look at the map and some calculations, he decided we could risk another day and still make it back in time.
Speaking of time, the first time weyou-know-whatin the lagoon was a-MAZ-ing with a capital amazing. Like mind-blowingly wonderful, multi-orgasmic, wet and wild and free. There’s something about being in the great outdoors that really heightened the experience for me. Or maybe it’s him and his huge … personality and the way he touches me. It’s like he’s gentle and generous and in control the whole time. He’s like a competitive sexlete (which is similar to an athlete or a mathlete, but for sex, obviously). He makes sure I ‘enjoy’ myself at least twice for every one time he has a happy ending. Before Will, I could add up the number of orgasms I’d had with a partner on one hand. But in four days of Wild World sex, I’ve had … well, I’ve lost count already. I honestly don’t know where this is going, but Idoknow I’m desperate for more. I want us to forget the show all together and just … live right here eating berries and fish and having sex morning, noon, and night.
Although I suppose that’s not an option because they’ll come looking for us. But what if they couldn’t find us? Hmmm…the jungle is a very big place. Maybe the bonobos would accept us into their clan and help us hide out for the next several years.
Okay, even the fact that I’m thinking that is bad. Really very bad indeed, because we definitely should not be doing this. I mean, there is literally no future for the two of us. Out in the real world, we have basically nothing in common. Whereas out here, we connect on such a primal level. We’re like two ultra-horny chimps just doing it everywhere we can.
Maybe, as a society, we've got it all wrong. Maybe this is what life is supposed to be like—just two people foraging for food, building shelter, and enjoying each other. No thinking about status or money or any other type of obligations of any sort. No letting anybody else decide who you are or what you should do with your days. We wake up and eat and talk and talk and talk and have sex and swim in that beautiful lagoon. Then we eat some more, and have more sex, have a little campfire and we laugh and tell each other everything and have more sex and it's all so amazing.
The truth is, Will gets me. I mean, hereally understandswho I am and who I could be. I am Terri Irwin when I'm around him—confident and happy and fearless. I’ve even started swinging into the lagoon on a vine. A slippery, wet vine. I run at it, grab hold and swing as hard as I can, then drop into the water, all the while screaming and laughing like a fool. Or an utterly blissful person.
I’ve done things I never would've even thought about doing before, because unlike everyone else I know, Will doesn't have the preformed opinion that I am incapable of anything that presents even the slightest challenge. Not that this type of existence is easy, because it's not, but it isinfinitelybetter than my real life.
Urgh, the thought of my real life gives me chest pains. It was bad before, but that’s nothing compared to what it’ll be like when I get home. Arabella before she went adventuring with a hot, hot man didn’t have a clue what she was missing. She wanted to know what it would be like to be wild and free and utterly uninhibited. Butimaginingsomething will be wonderful and actually experiencing it (and finding out it’s ssoooo much better than you even thought it would be) are two entirely different things. The shit part is that as soon as I step on that plane to go home, I’ll be whisked back into a world I don’t want be part of anymore. Only it’ll be much, much worse because: a) I’ve caused a horrible scandal that I’m sure will follow me for the rest of my life, and more importantly, b) I’ll be alone and confined to my stupid luxury box forever without a certain sexlete.
For the first time, I’m completely free and completely happy all day and all night. I'm absolutely, stupidly, crazy in love.
Oh, bugger.
I'm in love.
With a completely unsuitable man who already told me that my life is his version of hell. Those were his actual words. Well, when I asked him what his version of hell was, anyway. It’s not like he said it out of the blue, but still, he did say it. He isnevergoing to want to get married and have adorable little adventure babies, so if that’s what I’m thinking, I better just forget it.
I turn over and watch him sleep, reaching out and tracing his beard with my fingertip. I whisper, “Please don't break my heart.”
But he will. And it’ll be my own damn fault for getting so wrapped up in someone I can’t have. So far, we’ve been playing it casual, like we both know this is just a quick fling that doesn’t mean anything, but the truth is, I want him to be my forever. And that is not going to happen. As soon as we walk out of this jungle, I’m going to get my heart stomped on like a grape in a winery barrel.
He opens his eyes and grins at me, pulling me to his deliciously warm, naked body.
Oh, that is very nice. You know what? For once, I won’t overthink what I’m doing. I'm just going to enjoy it, and if it ends the second we get to Mbambole, well then, I am going to have an entire lifetime of remembering this moment right now while he, oh, my, that’swhy he woke up. Mmm…
What happens in a few days is Future Arabella's problem, and I refuse to worry about her. Not when he’s doingthat.
“I thought of the perfect nickname for you,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
“You did?” I ask in a breathy voice.
He kisses my collar bone. “Belle.”
“So, after all that thinking, you just shortened my name?” I give him a teasing smile.
He shakes his head. “Belle, as in the bravest of all the Disney princesses.”
“I thought that was Mulan. Or Miranda, you know, the one fromBrave?”
“They’re fine, too, but you remind me of Belle. When the movie starts, everyone underestimates her, but deep down she’s fierce—like you.” He nibbles on my ear lobe, making it impossible to concentrate on what he’s saying. Will props himself up on one arm and traces my lips with his finger. “The way she sacrificed herself for her father and stood up to the Beast? Comeon.”
I lift my head and give him a kiss. “Are you secretly a big fan of Disney cartoon princesses?”
“Emma made me watch those movies over and over when we were kids,” he says.
“They are great movies.”
“Yes, they are, but don’t ever tell anyone I said that.”
