The adventure continues with Tarzan showing Jane a special cave while doing some exploring of their own. Please try the earlier chapters for more of the story and how Jane ended up in the arms of a wild man.
Chapter Six
The morning sun streamed through the opening in the cave ceiling illuminating the pool and sending sparking reflections onto the walls. Jane's eyes fluttered open, confused at first then taking in the beauty of the cave around her. Black walls, mostly smooth with jagged outcrops scattered farther up, held sparkling minerals making it look like a disco ball had been set up in the night.
Tarzan wasn't by her side. Memories of last night washed over her, and she smiled up at the ceiling. She still felt Tarzan's shape inside her, pressing into her walls, rubbing against her lips... She laughed, reaching down between her legs to feel wetness and dried cum on her thighs. "Time for a rinse off."
Jane stretched on the soft leather skin, watching the brilliant light display on the cave walls from the reflections, so different from the near total darkness of last night. She stood and waded toward the pool, the lights glowed on her skin, bathing her in twinkling stars and sparkles from the water. There was indeed a small feeder waterfall at the back of the pool, so Jane swam twenty feet to it and washed her hair in the cool stream. She could see her feet on the bottom of the pool which couldn't be much deeper than her height at the center. What a wonderful place, she thought.
The crystal clear water held no visible signs of snakes or long-toothed fish swimming near her feet, so Jane felt comfortable floating, watching the light show on the ceiling and the bright circle of sunlight in the opening far above her. Several vines hung down from the ceiling around the opening, but it could not have been more than a few feet wide in diameter. She floated, her mind drifting to the whirlwind this trip had become, from the long arduous trip overseas, to the guides abandoning her in the jungle, and now to Tarzan finding her and showing her pleasures and treasures like this cave. All of this stemming from a desire to both separate herself from her parents legacy in America and ending up here where it all ended for them years ago.
Drifting in the memories, both painful and sensual, she heard Tarzan call out. She stood, chest deep in the water and saw him entering the cave in the same location they had last night with another skin type pouch on his shoulder. She called back, swimming closer to shore. He dropped the pouch on their bed area, hurrying to help her out of the water. Jane drifted toward the edge and walked to him, her nude figure dripping water and leaving small footprints in the shallow sand. He was still naked as well and covered in a light sheen of sweat from the time he'd spent outside the cave. He glistened in the light show, Jane leaning in to kiss him and whispering, "Good morning, Tarzan." He kissed her back, then stooped to splash water on his face and hands.
They walked together back to the leather mat, "Sit, Jane."
He opened the pouch, spreading out an assortment of strange looking fruits and several small fish he must have cooked somewhere outside. She couldn't recognize any of the fruits, but Tarzan slipped the knife out of the sheath on his neck and split several of them, offering her pieces of the juicy insides. They were delicious, if nothing short of strange looking. One tasted like a mango mixed with lemon, while another was sweet, peppered with thick black seeds, but indistinguishable from anything she could recall having eaten before. The fish were different than before, thin and long with a sweeter flavor and a delicate flesh.
They ate in silence, exchanging looks, nods and smiles with Tarzan watching to see what she thought of the foods he'd brought to her. Soon, she again played word games with Tarzan, and he continued to pick up words and short phrases, adding in a few more verbs - do, eat, come, like. He seemed to enjoy learning and hearing her speak. He was smart, obviously, she thought, and had a definite familiarity with English. They finished every bite of breakfast.
They washed their hands in the pool and sat beside it, watching the last of the light show as the sun moved out of direct line with the opening in the ceiling. It left the cave lit, but the sparkles had dissolved. Tarzan washed the knife, and Jane could see it was very sharp, while he carefully traced the blade to remove juices from the food. It gave Jane an idea.
