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Part II of the Jennifer Hult Series

By Danica Williams

Copyright
©
2011 Danica Williams

This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for a mature audience only.

All persons portrayed in this book are over 18 years of age.

Under normal circumstances, I would consider hiking in 36 degree Celsius heat, an act of insanity. But these were not normal circumstances. I'd broken up with my long-time boyfriend two weeks ago, and countless Facebook updates and comments weren't helping my depressed state of mind at all.

Which was why I decided on a girls' weekend getaway in the most remote - yet close to home – place  I could think of. The 'Wit Els' river hiking trail was classed as advanced, and various permits were needed to access the privately owned farmland that overlapped the nature reserve. But I didn't bother with such formalities.

I, Jennifer Hult, was on a mission.

The mission was involved getting familiar with Beth Weinstein. Beth was not your average young, rich Cape Town Jewish girl. Yes, she was a law student, and yes she had an apartment and fancy Audi paid for by daddy-dearest, but there was more to it than that.

For one thing, she'd volunteered to do her two years in the Israeli Army, despite her family spending the last three generations in South Africa. The other issue she had, was a slight coke habit, which is why she ended up working at the same upmarket ethnic cuisine restaurant as me: daddy's funding didn't cover all of her extra-curricular activities.

We basically earn a ton of tax-free cash for doing very little, other than selling over-priced wine to tourists. The food is wonderful there too, so the place has a great reputation amongst celebs. The problem with that, was I once ended up calling Sir Ian McKellan “Gandalf” by accident. 'Don't go to work baked' ought to be my number one rule.

But I digress.

None of the other waitrons had gotten anywhere with Beth. We'd all gone out in groups or pairs after work on the weekends... for those of us in the hospitality industry, the weekend starts at 3 AM. She was fucking hot, to be honest. Long, perfectly black hair, sensual body, and awesome double-D breasts. I'd already seen those in all their magnificence on Camps Bay beach, earlier in the summer season. I was still with my idiot boyfriend at the time, and believe me, his eyes were constantly straying to Beth's incredible boobs. The past three years of civilian life had softened and rounded her figure a little, but she retained her strength and muscle tone. She even gave self-defence classes to female students at the University, using adapted Krav Maga techniques.

I'd always been slightly bi-curious during high school, but the only girls who were open to same-sex experimentation were kinda diesel dykes, and not in a good way at all. Looking that butch was quite an achievement in a country that uses school uniforms – where girls wear dresses and skirts. By the time I was 15, I was heavily into guys, and this carried on until the grand old age of 25 – which was when my ex-boyfriend started his ridiculous string of cyber affairs with school girls, using mobile phone chatroom applications.

Don't go thinking he cheated on me because I wasn't interested in him anymore, or because I'd let myself go physically. Quite the opposite. I do rock climbing three times a week, jog on the other days, and I really, really like sex. I look great with clothing, and even better without it – but I suppose some guys are hardwired to be perverts and idiots, all at the same time.

Like Beth, I was above-average in height. I weighed around 120 pounds, but bear in mind, muscle is heavier than rolls of lard. Her hair was so dark black, it had that blue shine to it. On the day of the hike, she had it plaited, but when it was loose, it could hang low enough to cover her breasts. My family's Swedish origins were obvious: I had fairly strong facial features, and my hair was a nice strawberry blonde – not a that horrid carroty ginger color. Beth had pure brown eyes, and mine were a deep blue. Since we both did physical activities; we were in better shape than a lot of our friends. I just have to make it quite clear that I didn't include other people on this hike on purpose. I could fill a notebook with the number of guys who'd have been willing to come along with us.

That's partly why I didn't bother getting an official permit for the cabin, so her friends and classmates at the university wouldn't find out. The university has an official hiking club, with permission to use the large cabin, located halfway up the mountain. My intended sleeping spot was right at the top, away from any potential interruptions.

The morning hours seemed to drag on forever, and even though we were walking through narrow canyons most of the time, there was precious little shadow.

Luckily by noon, we'd reached the first tributary to the main river, running deep inside a high gorge. The water was waist high and icy cold. Beth was walking ahead of me, holding her backpack above her head. She lost her footing on a loose rock and stumbled forward, soaking herself form the neck down. She turned around, joking about how clumsy she was. Her nipples were erect, their outlines clearly visible under her white top.

I laughed as well, saying something back to her, but fuck knows what it was. My mind was in another place, namely the small cabin on the southern peak of the mountain we were yet to get to. I imagined how absolutely hot and exhausted we'd be by the time we arrived there. How I'd immediately run the shower and stand underneath the the luke-warm water, hastily stripping off my hiking outfit.

Of course I'd be counting on Beth being too impatient to wait for me to finish showering, and join me. The low-budget shower stall would be tiny, forcing our naked bodies together.

I pictured myself lathering up, and offering to wash her back for her. She'd be tired and open to suggestion. I could almost feel her soft, sensual skin on my fingertips. I could see my hands 'accidentally' straying around her waist and grazing her breasts, gently coming to rest on her nipples. I could hear her sigh as my hands stayed there, fondling her breasts and feeling those nipples getting harder.

By then I was soaked I soaked inside and out. I was still daydreaming, wading through the stream on auto-pilot, when Beth suddenly came to a halt.

“Get down!” she shouted. Beth let out a string of curses like a Main Road whore and pulled out her .45 Norinka 1911 pistol. She pointed it like a giant black cock of death at a troop of Cape baboons. The baboons had been trailing us, and their leader was making his descent down the canyon, followed by two dozen raucous, fast-moving primates.

She fired off three rounds, hitting small rocks in front of the leader of the troop – a gigantic male with a long mane and vicious-looking yellow teeth.  He stopped immediately, and rushed back up the steep cliff, followed by his troop. With agricultural land surrounding the mountain, the baboons knew gunfire when they heard it, and farmers usually didn't waste ammunition on warning shots.

Beth slid out the magazine, pulled back the slide and caught the bullet that jumped out the chamber. She inserted the magazine and clicked the safety on, before putting the weapon back into her water-proof bag. She really could make the most mundane tasks look sexy.

Since her tour of duty in Israel, Beth is kinda anal about making sure she is armed at all times - because you never know when someone is going try and kill you with a Defy 424 stove, dropped from a rooftop. She might have finished her military service physically unscathed, but mentally... I wonder sometimes. 

Even so, I was happy she was armed... this was still South Africa, and criminals ranged from harmless petty thieves, to pathological murdering rapists. You just couldn't be too careful these days, and drug-related orgies of murder and mayhem were common place, with offenders as young as 8. 'Tik' a kind of crystal meth, really has united people in this country, making addicts equally stupid and problematic.

By 2pm, we got to Disa Falls, which is this really pretty waterfall, with a fair-sized rock pool at the bottom that flows into a narrow gorge. We dumped our gear and stripped off our clothing in no time at all. Beth dived in and swam across to large, flat rock beneath the falling water. I followed her. It was mid-summer, so the torrent was quite mild, allowing us to stand on the rock without getting washed away. I stood next to Beth, while she arched her back stretched her arms out. Her large breasts had water cascading off them. Her nipples were harder than granite. I've always been a fan of nice nips, to be honest. I was fascinated with my older brother's girly mags when I was growing up. He bought stuff like
Hustler's Barely Legal
and
Private
magazines. He always had some lying around under his bed, and I started taking an interest in them when I was about 13 or so. I'd already been experimenting with rubbing myself off, and the magazines were a natural step in my sexual development, I suppose. Playing merrily alone at that age also stopped me from becoming over-eager with boys, which is why I didn't end up being becoming a teen pregnancy case.

I rinsed off the mud and grime from the long hike, and looked down at my own boobs. My 34B's were not bad at all. My nipples aren't large, but are light pink in color, and really neat. I like neat. And speaking of all things neat and tidy, Beth's pussy was delightfully well-kept. Her bald vagina was crowned by a tiny landing strip of dark pubic hair. Her clitoral hood was slightly prominent, but not huge. I've had guys describe my kitten as “cute” and that's certainly true. Like Beth's, mine was an “innie” - my labia were well hidden when I wasn't fully aroused, and my clit was small, and the same light pearly pink as my nipples.

The water was crisp and cool and we were refreshed and recharged by the cold. Beth suggested we go lie in the shade on an outcropping further down the gorge. It was a 50m swim. “First one there gets a back rub!” I shouted, and dived in. Beth followed moments later. She caught up quickly and grabbed my legs, pulling me backwards. “No rules!” she said, laughing as she overtook me. She twisted to evade me, and swam ahead. I could have overtaken her, since swimming was something I'm pretty good at, but I had my reasons to hold back.

Beth was already lying down on her back by the time I climbed out of the water. I admired her hourglass figure while I stood next her. I took my time wiping off as much water as I could from my body. “Jonathan told me you're good at massage,” said Beth. This was true, and the main reason I gave him good massages, was to teach him how to do it right, and do the same for me. I felt a twinge if hatred for him again, as I imagined him using those skills on some young, dumb, internet-addict chick.

When we still dating, Jonathan and I had a couple of little coke parties with Beth and her boyfriend. We'd spend the night getting high, then pairing off to fuck until daylight, followed by the inevitable come-down. Although there was no weird group sex, we did get quite explicit when discussing our sex lives.

I put the bad thoughts out of my mind and concentrated on the task at hand. “Turn over, I'm going to wash you off quickly,” I told her. I used a couple of handfuls of water to get the little bits of grit and sand from the rock surface, off the soft skin on her back. I started massaging her neck and shoulders, firmly working through the knots I found.

“You've been kinda tense lately?” I asked. “Yeah, exam stress is getting to me, I really needed a break like this,” said Beth. It wasn't only exam stress, it was also the hectic schedule of midweek partying taking its toll. She was dealing with her break-up as best she knew how: going out, buying coke and picking up guys. I'm not saying she was a slut, she was damn choosy about who she took home.

 A few minutes later, I was slowly working the muscles from her lower back, my hands moving up her spine, bit by bit. Eventually I got to her shoulder blades, and I stretched my long fingers out, clasping her ribcage at the front. I was just-just touching her boobs. My hands lingered there, until I moved them further apart. My fingers probed around her breasts, right up against her nipples. Without saying a word, she raised herself up on her elbows, high enough to give me full access to her firm, big tits.

I cupped them eagerly, my fingertips teasing and squeezing them into arousal. I adjusted my position, and straddled her right leg, rhythmically moving my hips up and down. My smooth pussy was rubbing against the back of her legs, traveling up to her beautifully rounded ass. I moved my right hand down, towards stomach. She raised herself a little, allowing me to reach lower down. I brushed past her neat landing strip of pubic hair and ran my finger tips along the outside of her pussy. I traced the edges of her labia and moved gently towards her clitoris. She moaned softly as I flicked her clit and ran my fingers down her pussy lips, towards the moistness gathering at her vulva. My fingers got coated in her slickness, and I lubed up her clit, increasing the pressure I and speed of my strokes.

“Put your fingers in me!” she hissed. I needed no further encouragement. I sat upright and used my free hand to massage her pussy, before inserting two fingers. She was tight, and I could feel her pussy muscles squeezing against my fingers. Despite the tightness, I was able to get my fingers in all the way up to the knuckles.

“More, more,” she begged. I put in three digits, my thumb resting between her butt cheeks. She got really wet and her cunt was able to take more, so I shifted my my pinkie in. I then hastily spun her over and kissed her violently, my tongue exploring her mouth. I bunched my fingers together into a wedge-shape, and started probing her marvelously elastic pussy opening. I took my time, moving my fingertips in and out, going deeper with every upward stroke. I kissed her hard on her neck, and she held me tighter, moving her hands to my ass. She was getting more and more worked up, her hips bucking forwards to meet my penetrating fingers. My long, slender fingers steadily made their way into her cunt, and I bent them towards me slightly, deep inside in her pussy. This gave me just enough leeway to get my entire hand inside. I was wrist-deep inside her.