Adventures of the Aviatrix Page 8

  “Neither, I’m afraid.” He grimaces. “We have a nearby stream that we bathe in, but you’re in far too fragile a state for that. I suggest a sponge bath would be the best course of action.” He glances towards the bucket. “With your permission, I can wash you, but if you would prefer my wife to do it, I quite understand.”

  Consent

  Have Mariette wash you instead

  You’re not comfortable with either washing you

  “I guess I should be able to trust a man of the cloth.” You smile.

  “Very well.” Edward replies and carefully draws back the sheet. Sitting up, you grasp the nightdress and pull it up over your head before tossing it away and reclining back on the bed completely naked. You suppress a smile as you see him blush, his eyes flitting away from your naked body.

  “Per… perhaps this wasn’t a good idea.” He stammers.

  “I trust you.” You tell him. Avoiding your gaze, he reaches for the sponge, the excess water splashing noisily back into the bucket as he squeezes it. He kneels next to the bed and tentatively swipes it across your shoulder. You gasp at the coolness of the water against your hot skin.

  “I’m sorry.” He winces. “You are still a little tender, I see.”

  “No, the water’s just a little cold, is all.” You chuckle. Edward nods, smiling shyly before dragging the sponge across the top of your chest. As he continues to carefully wash your body, you can feel the tension in the room rising. While Edward is not unattractive, he’s hardly your type, yet you find your pulse racing as you enjoy each swipe of the sponge. He stretches across you and swipes the sponge down the outside of your arm before sliding it across your midriff. As he slowly scrubs your stomach, you smirk, realizing he is deliberately avoiding your breasts.

  Attempt to seduce him

  Allow him to continue to wash you

  He continues to carefully dab at your flesh, sponging your hips and your thighs and down to your ankles and feet. As with your breasts, he avoids your pussy, but thoroughly washes the rest of your body. As he drops the sponge back into the bucket, he climbs back to his feet.

  “There, much better.” He mumbles, gazing down at his feet before hurrying from the room, the bucket sloshing at his side.

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  The next morning, you stir to a soft knocking on your door. Mariette steps into the room carrying a tray with some food and a cup of water on it.

  “Thank you.” You smile as she carefully sets it down next to the bed. You sit up and sip from the cup.

  “You seem in much better health.” She observes.

  “I feel it.” You nod. “I feel stronger and the aches and pains seem to have all but gone.”

  “Good.” She smiles. “If you feel able, my husband will escort you along the river to the town of Manaós. From there, you should be able to board a ship to Rio de Janeiro.”

  “I’m ready.” You tell her, keen to get back to civilization after the long days of your convalescence. “You’ve both been very kind and it’s no exaggeration to say that I owe you my life.”

  “Think nothing of it, my dear.” Mariette smiles.

  Having salvaged a few of your belongings, you glance back at the wreck of your plane.

  “Sorry.” You whisper before kissing your fingers and pressing them to the battered silver hull. She had been one of the few constants in your life these past few years and you feel almost as though you are leaving a part of yourself deep within the Amazon. With a fond farewell to Mariette, you follow Edward along a trail through the rainforest down to the banks of the Amazon where his boat is moored. He helps you aboard and casts off.

  You spend the next two days floating along the meandering river, gazing into the impenetrable jungle and listening to the distant calls and chattering of a thousand unseen animals. As Edward steers the boat around a bend, the rainforest abruptly gives way to a thriving town.

  “Manaós.” He comments. “They call it ‘The City of the Forest’.”

  “I can see why.” You reply as you pass under a huge bridge, the sight of civilization seeming strangely out of place here.

  After thanking Edward for everything he and his wife had done, you leave him and head to the docks, finding passage on a freighter bound for Rio. A few days later, you reach Brazil’s capital city. Slinging your jacket over your shoulder, you step down the gangplank onto the dock. As you step onto dry land, you glance up at the mountains towering over Rio. Atop Corcovado mountain, you notice the now iconic shape of the statue, Christ the Redeemer which had been completed just a few years ago. Sighing, you decide you could use some divine intervention if you are to find Noah in such a vast city. Assuming he’s still even here…

  You walk into the center of the city, making your way through the noisy, bustling streets. The sun rises high in the sky, the heat and humidity oppressive. As you pause, fanning yourself with your hat, you notice a few curious looks from passersby. Glancing down at your clothes, you certainly look rather grubby and bedraggled after your long journey from the heart of the Amazon. You have a little money left. Perhaps new clothes followed by a hotel room with a shower might be in order. Glancing behind you at the storefronts, you spot a figure suddenly duck into a doorway. Perhaps it is just paranoia, but you have the feeling he was following you.

  Confront the mysterious man

  Move on and lose him in the crowd

  “You’ve missed a bit.” You purr, gazing up at him, a smile spreading across your face. Edward meets your gaze, his eyes widening.

  “I… I wasn’t sure… what I mean to say is…” He mumbles. Reaching down you grasp his hand and drag it up to your chest. He gasps in surprise, but as you release your hold on him, he begins to slide the saturated sponge over your soft mounds, leaving them wet with the cool, soapy water.

  “Much better.” You smile broadly, your nipples hardening as Edward swipes the sponge back and forth across your chest. A thrill of excitement runs through you as he spends a disproportionate amount of time scrubbing your breasts. “Perhaps you should wash the rest of me.” You finally breathe with a sly smile. He blushes and nods before dragging the sponge downward, swiping it along your thighs. Your pulse races with excitement and you slowly part your legs, encouraging him to wash the insides of your thighs. As he slides the moist sponge slowly but inexorably up towards your pussy, you bite your lower lip to suppress a little moan of delight. Edward’s gaze meets your own and there is an almost tangible tension in the room. As you feel him finally dab at your delicate folds, you grasp fistfuls of the bed sheet and this time fail to prevent a sigh escaping your lips. While there is only the merest hint of a smile on his face, the glint in his eyes tells a different story. Casting him a sideways glance, you notice a telltale bulge in the front of his pants. Smiling inwardly, you reach out and cup the outline of his shaft.

  “Whaa…” He gasps, his hand involuntarily tightening on the sponge and drenching your pussy with cool water. You giggle and gently squeeze the bulge. His mouth drops open, but with his swollen cock betraying his own arousal, he makes no move to stop you, the sponge dropping from his hand onto the floor. Rolling onto your side towards him, you chew your lip as you fumble with his fly. The clack of his zipper seems deafening in the breathless silence of the room. Perhaps drawing on his last reserves of self-control, he reaches down and grasps your hand.

  “We mustn’t.” He murmurs, his tone lacking in conviction. “I’m a married man!”

  Ignore his weak protestations and continue to seduce him

  Suggest he invites his wife to join you

  “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” You smile. “Now let’s see what you’re hiding.” You twist out of his grasp and slip your hand inside his fly, finding his hot, rigid shaft. Wrapping your fingers around it, you pull it free.

  “Oh God.” Edward gasps as you begin to slowly stroke his cock. You grin up at him before leaning forward and kissing the straining tip of his engorged length. His eyes widen and he groans helples
sly as his lust overcomes his loyalty to his wife.

  “You like that?” You purr, slowly stroking his shaft. “I love the feel of a big hard cock in my mouth. It makes me so wet. Here, feel.” You grasp his hand and guide it between your legs, pressing his fingertips firmly against your slit.

  “I shouldn’t be doing this.” He groans pathetically, but you can feel his fingers explore your juicy furrow while his cock twitches in your grasp.

  “Yes you should.” You giggle, leaning forward and taking his cock into your mouth. He gasps as you swirl your tongue around the head, enjoying the salty tang of his pre-come.

  “God forgive me.” He murmurs before his fingers begin to work up and down the length of your slit. You moan around his shaft as his fingertips sink inside your drenched pussy. While Edward’s touch is clumsy and his technique lacking, the excitement of seducing him combined with the thrill of sucking his throbbing cock has you grinding yourself against his fingers. He moans with pleasure as you slide your lips up and down his length. As he pushes his fingers inside you, you find yourself wondering what would happen if Mariette walked in at this very moment. You imagine the bedroom door swinging open, her benevolent smile freezing on her pretty face as her eyes widen in shock. Strangely, you find yourself almost hoping for it. As you continue to suck and pump Edward’s cock, his breathing becomes increasingly ragged and uneven. You pull him from your mouth and he stifles a groan of frustration.

  “Not yet.” You smile. He nods, gazing questioningly down at you, no doubt wondering what you have in mind.

  Tell him to return the favor

  Suggest he slips his hard cock inside you

  “Why don’t you show me what you can do with your tongue.” You murmur, rolling onto your back.

  “You want me to lick you… down there?!” He gasps, his gaze flitting down to your pussy, his fingers still resting on your juicy slit.

  “Uh huh.” You grin eagerly. He blinks in surprise before finally nodding and moving down to the foot of the bed. Parting your legs in anticipation, your pulse races as he crawls between your open thighs.

  “Ready?” He asks, glancing up at you, his eyes wide like a rabbit in the headlights.

  “Yes!” You snap impatiently. He nods and lowers his face between your open legs. You squirm with excitement as you feel his hot breath on your wet folds. He thrusts his tongue inside you and you smile, enjoying the stubbly feel of his jaw against the soft skin of your inner thighs. Your smile swiftly fades and you groan with frustration as he spears his tongue back and forth inside you.

  “No, no, no!” You growl. “Lick me. Tease my little button.” You grasp his head and guide it upwards until the tip of his tongue rests on your clit. The missionary seems to be a quick study and with a little more guidance, his tongue begins to dance a staccato rhythm on your sensitive little nub.

  “Yes, just like that.” You breathe, beginning to enjoy his crude attentions. “Mmm, flick your tongue over it… ohhh, yes! Keeping doing that!” Gaining in confidence, he grasps your thighs and presses his mouth firmly against your pussy, circling your clit with his tongue and gently flicking at it with the tip. You can feel your orgasm rising, your breathing quickening as you close in with each delicate swipe of his tongue. As he brings you to the brink, you claw at your breasts, your head rocking from side to side until you clamp your hand over your mouth, stifling your cries of ecstasy as your body quivers with each pulse of pleasure. The necessity to remain silent seems to somehow intensify your climax as you thrash about on the bed, your clit twitching against Edward’s tongue. When your orgasm finally fades, you breathe heavily, your chest heaving. Craning your head forward, you glance down as Edward’s face emerges from between your thighs. He surreptitiously wipes your juices from his lips and chin with the back of his hand before meeting your gaze and smiling shyly.

  “Was that pleasant?” He inquires in the same polite manner that he might if you had finished a meal. You laugh uncontrollably for a moment before nodding.

  “Yes, Edward, I think there’s hope for you yet.” You grin before your gaze drops to Edward’s groin as he clambers back to his feet. “Now, what to do with you.” You murmur, your eyes fixed on his rigid cock swaying before him.

  Roll onto all fours and tell him to enter you

  Tell him to straddle your chest and finish him with your hand

  “I want you inside me.” You tell him, rolling over and bending over on all fours. Edward groans helplessly as you provocatively wiggle your buttocks at him. Hearing the whisper of fabric as he strips off his linen shirt, you grin, enjoying seducing the missionary. As you feel his hands on your hips, you glance back at him, smiling as he shuffles closer. Despite his higher calling, he is just as weak as so many others when it comes to pleasures of the flesh. Grasping his shaft, he guides it to your opening, dragging it up and down your wet slit before plunging inside you.

  “Is that what you want, you temptress?” Edward growls. “Take it! Take it!” You gasp as he drives into you, his pelvis slapping against your buttocks. He is surprisingly vigorous and you find yourself moaning with delight as he slams into you again and again.

  “Yes, yes!” You hiss. “Fuck me harder. Punish me!” He seems to take that suggestion quite literally and you flinch as his hand swats down on your right buttock cheek.

  “You are a filthy harlot.” He growls, continuing to thrust into your drenched pussy.

  “I am.” You moan, surprised as you feel a second orgasm rising inside you. “Oh, I am!” As you feel his hands tighten on your hips, you wonder if he is close too. The bed creaks noisily and between that and the missionary’s deep grunts, it is a wonder his wife hasn’t burst in. You can only guess that Mariette is out of the house and blissfully unaware of her husband’s infidelity. As he drives mercilessly into you, you bow your head, feeling yourself pass the point of no return.

  “Don’t stop!” You groan as your orgasm consumes you. Gasping and crying out in ecstasy, you grasp fistfuls of the bed sheets as ripples of pleasure surge through you. Your body trembles with each pulse until your climax finally subsides. Shattered, you drop forward onto your elbows, panting hard. Edward continues to thrust into you as he seeks his own release.

  “I’m close.” He grunts.

  “Come inside me.” You tell him breathlessly, glancing back at him over your shoulder. His jaw is clenched, his eyes wide and his body glistening with a sheen of perspiration as he swiftly closes in. His grip on your hips tightens and he slams into you one final time before roaring with release. You gasp as you feel his cock twitching inside you, filling you with his seed. His guttural grunts fill the room until with a sigh of satisfaction, he relaxes, carefully withdrawing from you. You drop onto the bed and roll onto your side, gazing drowsily up at him, enjoying the afterglow of your orgasm. Edward, however, looks utterly mortified.

  “I am a fornicator!” He moans, his voice quivering with remorse. “God forgive me!” He frantically pulls his clothes back on before hurrying from the room without another word.

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  “Come here.” You purr, reaching for him. Edward nods dumbly and crawls up your body before leaning forward, his lips seeking yours. As you kiss, you can feel his hard cock flexing against your stomach. Reaching down, you grasp his hips and guide him up your body. He pulls away and gazes questioningly at you before obediently shuffling forward until he is straddling you. His swollen shaft hovers above your chest and you admire the purple tinged crown, the skin taut and shiny.

  “Please…” Edward murmurs plaintively, clearly desperate now for stimulation. You giggle and reach up, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft. He grunts as you begin to slide your hand up and down his length. He is shaking with need and you know you could quickly send him over the edge if you wanted to. You feel a thrill at the power you have over him at this moment. Not wanting to relinquish that just yet, you stop pumping him and bite your lower lip as you pull his cock towards you.

  “Oh God!”
Edward gasps as you drag the velvety tip across the soft flesh of your breasts.

  “You like that?” You smirk, feeling the stickiness of his pre-come smeared across your cleavage. “What about this?” You slip your other hand between his legs and cup his balls, gently massaging them and lightly scraping your fingernails across the sensitive skin of the underside of his sack. Edward replies only with a guttural groan, more pre-come weeping from the slit at the tip of his hard cock. You suppress your own moan of delight as you swipe the head across a nipple, flicking the engorged bud. Edward lets out a groan of frustration, his face flushed and his eyes burning with lust.

  “I’m so close!” He moans. “For the love of God, please don’t stop!” You chuckle and tighten your grasp on his shaft, stroking him firmly now. His body tenses up, the muscles in his chest rippling beneath his tanned flesh before with a deep grunt of release, he reaches his climax. His cock jerks in your hand and a thick spurt of pearly white come blasts from the tip. You squeal with delight as it splashes across your right breast. Edward quakes with each pulse of ecstasy, erupting over your fleshy mounds until they are both liberally dowsed with his glistening creamy seed. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, he relaxes and sits back, surveying your chest.

  “You seem to have made me all dirty again.” You giggle, gazing down at your come splattered breasts. Edward cringes, guilt no doubt clawing at his soul now his lustful desires have been sated.

  “What have I done?!” He moans, quickly climbing off your body and reaching for the bucket. He swiftly sponges off every last trace of his seed before pulling his clothes back on and hurrying from the room without uttering another word.

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  “I think I’m ready for something a little bigger inside me.” You purr, rolling onto your back, his fingers slipping from you. Edward’s eyes widen as you spread your legs, lewdly displaying your pussy to him. He nods dumbly and you watch as he slowly unbuttons his linen shirt, his chest tanned and muscular, perhaps from hours spent toiling in the field outside. Next, he unbuckles his pants, pulling them off swiftly followed by his underpants.