‘Stand there,’ he ordered, ‘Spread your legs a little’ he asked, I complied. He sat on a few steps down from where I stood, and placed each of...his hands on each of my ankles. Slowly, he ran both hands up the outside of my legs, I shivered. He got to the top of my thighs and ran both hands down the insides of my legs, back down to my feet. He began to run his hands up again, this time going up the insides of my legs, feeling my inner thighs, and right up to the material of my knickers. I moaned. I feel the building sensations of my climax to come. I stop you. I tell you to stand with your hands on your hips, and I move down your body. You feel my erect nipples, also my hands as they move down over your body, until I am kneeling in front of you. Using my teeth, I pull on the front of your boxers and then let it go with a playful snap of the elastic. My hands run up your firm legs, around to your ass. I squeeze it firmly. Moving my hands around to the sides of your legs, and up under. The boy smiled; all proper jungle warriors were naked, or almost so. His clothing soon joined hers and, like Adam, he proceeded naked and not ashamed to the nearest tree, into the branches of which he looked. His girlfriend was not there. He leaned against the rough bark to think.Paul’s nose twitched. He was upwind of the clothes and so could not smell them, but the perfume smell was back. He stepped away from the tree and sniffed, but it was gone. What the hell? Returning to the tree, he. His fingers caressing my chest, touching the patch of hair, running it through his fingers, gently pinching my nipples. No pain, simply erogenous pleasure that radiated throughout my chest and groin. Back to lips, neck, nipples. Saliva on skin glistening in the ambiance. Finally, the belt and jeans, prize awaits underneath the boxer briefs, moistened in several spots. Pausing to place my hot breath upon the firm wetness causing him to moan in pleasure, I instructed him to lie on his stomach. I.