Just a bit of background information, my name is Jodie. I turned 33 this year and happily married to Peter.
I grew up with a loving family who were very strong in the local Christian church. My whole life was based on my Christian beliefs.
I was quite tall for my age, about 5'9" going through my teenage years. I had size c breasts with a skinny figure but still looked a bit awkward. Thus I wasn't one of the super popular girls at high school.
I had one boyfriend in my last year of school, he was from the same church and was more awkward than me. Our fun together extended to some soft petting, which in hindsight was pretty boring.
On graduating I went to a Christian college where I studied teaching. In my second year I got into a relationship with a class mate. We had fun together, It was my first serious relationship. I lost my virginity in this year, I enjoyed our sex but it wasn't setting my world on fire. We lasted about 6 months then I made the call to end it. He was nice but not the special one.
By this stage my body had blossomed, I was 5'9", with long back hair. I had a great figure, my breasts were now DD and I had curves in all the right places. I kept myself fairly fit with plenty of jogging. I must admit I had a great tight ass.
On completing college I started teaching at a private Christian school in the area. It was here I met Peter my future husband. Peter was a excellent teacher who was 3 years older. Peter was about 5'10" with a slim build he was quite the academic with a caring heart.
We hit it off immediately, and were soon dating. School and church elders were excited by our budding relationship. Our sex life was pleasant. Peter had a nice 6" penis which I enjoyed when we had the time and he was a considerate lover.
After a few years we married and were enjoying suburban life together, we had been trying for children but nothing had eventuated.
Our church ran a mission in Papua New Guinea(PNG) They had a church and a small school that catered for local children.
We knew the husband and wife team that were teaching there and had heard they were returning home after 5 years.
Peter and I had always discussed doing some missionary work and as we didn't have children yet we saw this as our opportunity.
Peter and I approached the church, they were excited to have such a loving and well credentialled couple applying for the job. Once we were accepted we were to be Port Moresby the capital of PNG within the month.
The church arranged everything, and we were soon there. We had the first couple of days sharing the company with the married couple leaving. Joan and Adam were in their 40's, they were super helpful in detailing the simple things that would help us assimilate into the culture and be accepted.
We had a few drinks on our last night and Joan and I separated from the boys so we could have some girl time.
She detailed in more detail some of the personalities and dangers I would encounter as a female. Most of it was very matter of fact, although I was surprised that we were to live in a type of compound with a fence. It wasn't guarded so I assumed it was more for show.
Joan said, "One day you will certainly meet MJ, tell him I will miss him and thank him for me." She continued "With your looks I'm pretty sure it won't be long before you meet him."
"I certainly will, that's a bit mysterious Joan." I replied.
"You'll understand when you meet him." She answered.
Our time concluded with Joan and Adam, they flew out and we headed along the coast. We were only 200 miles from the capital but we might as well been on another planet. The roads were deplorable and the village was in a extremely remote hilly area, beautiful but rugged. In our area then were very small villages about 10 miles apart linked by a dirt track, the jungle on both sides.
Peter and I loved our posting, the people were so beautiful and friendly. The children loved to learn. Peter had taken up canoeing in the creeks and rivers, it was his way of relaxing. I kept up my jogging and walking, even some hiking which I loved.
The locals did warn me of the 'rascals', they were young criminals that live away from the main communities. With a name like that they didn't overly worry me.
On a term break Peter planned a canoe ride from a village about 50 miles away to our village, it would take 3 or 4 days depending on the flow of the river.
I thought it was a great idea to do something, so I planned my own trip. I decided to go hiking to a remote village that was towards the coast. It would involve staying at a village or two along the way.
Peter headed off a couple of days later, I was a bit shitty because I wasn't going to see him for days and he was too busy to make love to me. This was not that uncommon and often left me frustrated.
I headed off the same day, the weather was extremely hot with about 100% humidity. I packed a lot of water and reduced some of my clothing make room.
I was wearing my tan hiking boots and thick socks, a pair of shorts and a white bra and blouse. Off I went along the main dirt track. I got to the first village about lunch time, all the locals were very welcoming and provided me with a refreshing lunch. I replenished my drinking water, than bade farewell.
I now traversed a path, probably no wider than two yards. It ran parallel with the coast line. I had about 15 miles to cover so it would be a hard hike. On leaving the village there was torrential down pour, I was totally soaked which is not rare in fact its quite common here. Once it stopped I changed my top and bra. Hanging them off my back pack to dry. I put on a similar outfit except with a black bra.
I had only walked for another hour when there was another rain, I was soaked again but didn't have a change of clothes.
I knew my wet blouse was basically see through, my back bra clearly visible. A rookie mistake I thought to myself. I wasn't overly worried as I was in a jungle completely alone. I decided to take my bra off and hang that off my back pack as well to dry.
I resumed walking I knew my breasts would be clearly visible through my blouse, but I planned to put my bra back on just before arriving at the next village. I admired my breasts through my blouse, For conservative me it was like walking topless, it made me quite horny thinking about my breasts being semi exposed, bouncing with every step I took. I got a bit adventurous and undid most of the buttons on my blouse. They looked great, nearly falling out with every step, fuck Peter! He could have played with them last night.
I had turned a corner on the track and it opened up to a small clearing. I was taken by surprise by two young men sitting in the clearing. They turned and stared at me, their eyes didn't leave my breasts. I so embarrassed, I covered up my breasts and walked as fast as I could while not showing that I was terrified.
I glanced at them to see what they were doing, they had stood up, apart from baggy shorts they were naked. They were both taller than me with lean bodies. I noticed an old rifle leaning against a tree.
"Looking damn good miss Jodie." one of them said.
I didn't reply, it was a bad situation and how did they know who I was.
I kept walking fast and did up my blouse a bit, still a bit open but I intended getting some distance away from the two men then stopping and putting my bra back on. I didn't hear them following but then heard a rifle shot.
So many things went through my mind, I ended up assuming they were hunting, and I hadn't see nor heard them following so I started to relax a bit. I started to plan to stop and get my bra on but just wanted to get away from the wet foliage first.
It was then I almost walked straight into them, the front man was standing in the middle of the path. He was about 6'2", with a strong lean body his dark skin glistening with sweat. I guessed he was about 25, he had short cropped hair. Behind him were 3 other men, similar builds but slightly shorter.
"Hello Jodie, we have been expecting you." He said.
I placed my hands across my breasts.
"Do I know you." I nervously asked.
"No Jodie, I know of you and I've watched from afar a few times." He replied, then added "but you are a nice piece of ass and we are going to get to know you better."
"I want to go please, let me though now." I demanded.
"I like your spirit Jodie, first of all you have to show me and the boys those nice titties." he said in calm but direct manner.
"So if I show you, you promise to let me go." I asked
