"Oh my! She is gorgeous isn't she?" I ask to an empty hotel room as I look up from my book to see Jenna step out of the shower. Her hair slicked back from the last moments of her shower as she reaches for the towel on the wall. The water trickling down her body makes her glow. Coming out of the warm shower her nipples harden to points from the cold in the room and droplets of water form then drip to the floor below her.
As I stand she looks over at me and smiles that smile that attracted me to her so long ago in the coffee shop. She leans over and wraps the towel around her hair and stands back up straight looking at me. She pushes her hip to the side and places her hand on that hip and asks matter of fact "And what pray-tell are you staring at?" Almost modeling her beautiful body to me still wet from the shower. I tell her, "You my dear, The angel in this room that brightens even the darkest of places!" While I say this I cross the distance between us and as I pass a dry towel I grab it and she holds her hand out for the towel.
Instead of handing her the towel I instead walk around behind her and begin drying her back from her neck down to the crest of her butt. Then I kneel down and first run the towel around and up the full length of her left leg, then again starting at her foot I do the same with her right leg. She sighs and asks, "What am I going to do with you?" To which the only reply I could muster was, "Continue to love me, unquestioningly." And I embrace her in a lovers embrace as we kiss passionately.
Our lips entwined and my hands caress her head and her upper back as we kiss like its the first time and the last time it will ever happen. Begrudgingly I break the kiss, I hand her the towel and remind her that we need to head out shortly for our hike so we don't get caught in the afternoon storms. She knows I would rather spend this whole trip making love to her here in this room for the entire day and everyday we are here and she sees the struggle in my eye as I pull on my black board shorts fitting comfortably and stopping just below my knees and a loose fitting dark gray T-shirt before tying my worn hiking shoes.
As I finish dressing I look over in time to see her slip on her bikini bottoms that are pink with a blue trim around the edging, Stepping first into one leg then lifting the other leg to place through the hole her body looks like a ballerina and I am drawn to her womanhood and to the neatly trimmed area above it. She wiggles into the bottoms and looks at me with perky breasts pointing directly at me then she tosses the ties of her bottoms a couple times and teases me with an 'I dare you!' kind of look.
I have other plans for our day and it starts with getting her out of the room and I stand there as she reaches for and puts on the matching top that struggles to contain the bosom that I so freshly enjoyed the sight of. Following this she slips on a pair of beige shorts that seem glued to her and don't extend any length of her legs but instead covers her modesty. She pulls her red tank top on and slips her feet in the new hiking shoes she got before our trip. Ready, she looks at me and questions, "planning on looking at these hills all day or should we go find this waterfall?" She says this as she places both hands on her large pert breasts and squeezes them together then releases them.
Breaking my trance once more, I open the door and stand to the side, allowing her to exit before myself as I feel the humidity that quickly replaces the crisp air in the room. Outside the morning sun has already crested over the distant hill and causes me to squint as I follow behind Jenna. With the sun seems to amplify the heat and I am already grateful for the loose clothing that we are wearing and the large bottles of water we carry with us wherever we go.
She is easy to follow and eyes from both men and women tend to track to her in a room. We walk to our rented Jeep Wrangler and begin to drive down the narrow Caribbean streets in search of the beginning of our hike. It's 15 miles before we come to the dirt track with the small green sign on the right side of the road letting us know the Bonka Trail's direction.
As I ease the Jeep down the trail it starts to immediately get bumpy and the forest seems to draw in to create a single-track road in. It seems that we drive another mile in before it opens back up to a small platt of five parking spaces and a short boarded fence preventing cars going through to the trail.
When we exit the Jeep we hear the sounds of the Jungle calling. Birds, wind and the trees all seem to create a symphony distinct to nature. I reach out for Jenna and she scampers away from me and down the trail. "I'm not gonna make it that easy on you today Big Boy." She says with a smirk. Just the touch of her sends electricity through my body and soul and lifts me and kills me at the same instant. The locals we spoke with said the trail here is long and often forgotten by tourists like ourselves. The waterfall, they tell us, is one of the most beautiful spots on the island. No one we spoke to seemed to want to elaborate beyond that; it was very beautiful.
Walking below the canopy the heat is diminished by the shade that the trees provide but the humidity still draws sweat from our bodies. Early on in the hike I take my gray shirt off and tuck a part of it in the waistband of my shorts and let the remainder hang loose beside me. Jenna pulls her tank top off as well and throws it at me and laughs.
