Expedition in the Jungle

Expedition in the Jungle
by Dentelle ( veroattaque@hotmail.com)
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : Indy/YOU
Summary : You are on a mission in the jungle as Indy's assistant. Yep, that's where you are, in the hot, humid jungle…
Disclaimer : Indy belongs to Lucasfilm, blah blah blah.
Author's note : Hm, my first language is French, so I'm sorry if there's a lot of mistakes. Yhea, actually, I think there are a lot.

Expedition in the Jungle

It's been nearly two weeks now since Dr. Jones and you penetrated this tropical forest. Two weeks of unbearable heat, scary beasts, disgusting insects, hungry mosquitos, dirty skin covered with sweat, meals composed of bananas and bananas. This is hell, really. You dream of a gigantic immaculate bathroom with real toilet paper and, most of all, with a bubble bath. But all you see around you is trees, mud, snakes and the most mysogynistic man in the whole world (or so it seems), Dr. Indiana Jones. Indiana, what kind of a name is that anyway? Sounds like a dog's name!

This hell began when, after having heard tales about an important fertility statue which is supposed to be hidden in an ancien temple in this forest, he decided to go get it. This artifact has a very important historic value, and as the new assistant of Dr. Jones, you decided to be part of the adventure when he asked you to come. You hadn't imagined it would be so difficult! You were much better off at the dig site back in Québec.

You also thought that this expedition would bring both of you closer to each other in order to make a stronger partnership. Instead, Dr. Jones becomes very irritated every time you ask him to slow down, or when you need to eat or when you are scared by some animal. It makes you feel so... inferior. You'ke tke to be as strong as him, but you aren't and it deceives you bitterly.

You haven't had a break since you woke up this morning. It must be at least 1 PM now! You are exhausted, but you don't want to irritate Dr. Jones again. Plus, you know that you must find a source of water because you took the last drop you had two days ago. For how long can a human being live without water? Hey, if you had known it would have been of some use in your life, you would have listened more carefully at you survival teacher instead of flirting back in college!

Suddenly, Dr. Jones stops walking and lends an ear to the surrounding sounds of the forest.

"You hear that?" he asks you.

"Well, I thinks I hear a leopard!!" you scream. Man, it must be at forty or fifty feet to you left!

"No, I'm talking about that waterfall sound!" he saysiteditedly. He turns right and runs. You follow him, sharing his excitement. About sixty feet further, you both stop running : there is a small clearing, all green and sunny, and the waterfall you heard, plunging in a small lake. The waterfall is about ten feet tall. "My deluxe shower!" you laugh, before you submerge your head in the lake and take long gulps of water. Dr. Jones seems rather glad himself. He splashes you while filling his flask.

"Hey, now that's the end of your "Oh, I feel so dirty" whining!" he mocks you. But he doesn't look sarcastic, for once; he looks just happy.

"Can I bathe first?" you ask, already unbuttoning your dirty shirt.

"Well, yeah, go ahead." he says.

You quickly undress an dgo under the waterfall. It is so refreshing! You feel all the dirt and the sweat go off as you scrubb yourself the best you can. You comb your hair back with your fingers, not forgetting to massage your scalp. It fels like all the stress of the two last weeks is gone.

You quickly look in the direction of Dr. Jones to be sure he has his back turned. He his sitting on a rock, looking at the map. He's busy. Good.

You begin massaging your breasts. You feel them point up as you rub them, you feel them getting more ferm under your touch. You slide a hand down your belly, down the nest of curls between your legs. You hadn't done that in weeks...

"According to the map, we covered about 60% of the area." shouts Dr. Jones, still sitting his back turned.

"Ah, ok." is all you can answer. You have other things in mind right now... you feel water droplets dripping from your clit. You open you eyes and have a look at the doctor. You remember the first time you saw him... how sexy you thought he was at the moment. Afterwards, his rudeness made you forget that he was so attractive, but now... You look at his bare back and think about how you would like to rut it, to run your hands and your mouth on this neck... Your hand is running faster and faster on your clit, and you hope the waterfall stifles your soft moans as you climax.

You get out off the water and reach out for your clothes. Once you're dressed, you can't help yourself but to touch his shoulder : " It's your turn, dirty boy." He smiles and says : " Hey, I forgot there was a beautiful woman under all that dirty sweat!". You decide not to reply. It's now your turn to sit on the rock.

After a minute you just can't hod in place anymore. You can't help yourself but to imagine the nude body of the doctor. You quickly get out of the clearing and hide yourself behind a bush. The you can spy on him safely, even if you're very close to him. You blush slightly because you feel like a teenager spying on her crush.

The view you get from there is really worth two weeks in the jungle. His perfect body seems to be made of gold when surrounded by the white waters of the waterfall. Only his round, white butt contrast with the tanned skin. You notice a scar on his butt, and wonder how he got that one. You also have a look at the muscular tights and calfs. and of course his virile shoulders and arms. Then he turns around and you see ~everything~. A sweet fire burns your insides as a flood seaks your panties. God, he is beautiful!

You see him looking in the direction of the rock; he looks surprised not to see you there. He gets off the waterfall and get dressed. It's your cue to go back there. You take another path so he won't suspect that you were so near to him.

"-Where were you? You know it's dangerous in the jungle.

-I had to pee. And what are you talking about : "dangerous in the forest"? Why are we here if it's sooo dangerous?

-It's dangerous when you're aloneth mth me, you don't have to worry. I know what to do.

-Wha..! You think I can't take care of myself? You're such an arrogant, mysogynistic—

-Don't push it, princess! I just mean that you are less experiented than I am."

You stiffle a sigh. You don't know what to retort. You take your heavy bagpack and without a look in his direction, begin to walk out of the clearing. Between your clenched teeth, you mutter : "I'll show you, Dr. Jones, that I'm as strong as you are." You walk rapidly. You hear him behind you.

"Go get you things, Dr. Jones, we still have a long way to walk." you tell him, not looking back but knowing he must have a very surprised look on his face.

"Where are you going?" he replies. "I thought you wanted to stay in the clearing for a while to relax!"

"Changed my mind." you reply. You go on walking through the jungle, ignoring the beasts that would have frightened you a moment before. You're so furious against the doctor, the only thing you can think of is to prove him you can be his equal.

You look behind you to see that he took thi things and is now walking behind you. You're the leader. You know where to go, but it's not easy for you to lead. There are a lot of branches you must cut down and you always have that fear of some animals, but you must overcome it.

You walk under that eternal sun. It burns your flesh. But you don't care, because Dr. Jones burned your ego. You go on walking always further in the tropical forest, not allowing yourselves a break.

For hours, you both walk in silence. You sometimes feel like he's going to ask for a break, but finally he doesn't say a word. Just because he doesn't want to be the first one to be too tired to go on. You don't want to be the first one neither, even if you feel your forces leaving you with each step forward.

Finally, about half an hour before the sun goes down, you find a nice clearing. Still remainning silent, you both take your bagpack off your painful shoulders and star a fire.

You sit by the fire and begin to cook that animal Dr. Jones hunted sooner during the day. Just before he sits down beside you, he lets out a sigh and looks at you with those blue eyes. He didn't say a word, but that look said : " I don't know what happened to you, but it did happen." You won. You impressed him and you impressed yourself too.

You take the map out of his bagpack. You examine it and point your finger on the location of your emplacement. "We're here. Tomorrow we should cover this territory" you explain to him. He agrees, and you both continue to talk about the expedition for a while. You finish your meal and stop talking. The sun is setting down.

While you watch the dancinp flammes in front of you, you begin to really relax. You worked hard during the day, and it is now the time to rest. You think of what you did today, this crazy race against your own capacities... and then your spirit turns to something completely different when it remembers what you saw when Dr. Jones was bathing sooner during the day. This perfect body in the middle of the limpids waters... Just thinking this body was now just sitting beside you makes your insides melt down. What is he thinking about right now? You don't dare to look in his direction, but you feel him closer to you physically that he's ever been. The is barely two inches beside you.

You lift your arms up to strecht your painful back. You rub the nape of your neck and shoulder blades with both of your hands. While doing this, your carefully avoid to look in Dr. Jones direction. But you feel his look on your hands. Is it your imagination?

No it's not. He actually is looking at you. When your eyes meet his, he offers, looking as careless as he can : "Need a massage?" You answer "yes", shyly. You feel yourself blushing. At least he can't see it at the fire light!

"Lay down on your sheets" he commands. You do so, and then he sits on the back of your tights. He begins to massage your shoulders trough the thin fabric of your dirty shirt. His large hands feel so good while rubbing your back, giving just enough pressure to the right places. You feel a lot more relaxed. "That's it," he says. " Relax, leave the pressure behind."

Slowly, as the minutes passes, you abandon yourself to the touch of this man. You don't know if he thinks of this massage as a friend's help or if he has something else in mind... The thought of it makes you breathe more profoundly, along with each slow stroke or Dr. Jones large hands. Your breath becomes warmer and heavier in the humid air of the jungle as you feel one virile hand sliding under your shirt to massage the skin directly.

It surprises you, but you're certainly not going to do anything against that daring hand. You continue to breathe in harmony with his movts, ts, thinking that if he didn't get the message by now, he must be a fool. But he did get the message : his strokes are now more languishing, more sensual. You can't help but to rub your sex on the ground, and you feel a warm breath on your neck.

The breath rapidly changes into a humid kiss on the nape of your neck. "Hmmm Dr. Jones..." Between two kisses, he mutters your name in a way you hadn't heard in months from a man. Boy, the man is horny! You roll on your back so that you can be face to face. He is gorgeous... To see him like this makes you want to give him whatever he wants and maybe more.

After having penetrating you with his eyes, he moves rapidly towards you and give you that passionnate french kiss you wished for. His tongue swirls around yours, caresses yours. His lips are hungry for you, and they soon begin to explore you ears, your neck, your shoulders, you... Ah, he bit your nipple, that not-so-frigid-scientist! You open your eyes and look at him taking delight on your breasts. "I might not have the breasts of a fertility goddess, but you seem to content yourself of my human attributes!" you say jokingly. "You bet I love your breasts! I prefer the goddess of beauty to the godderss of fertility in that matter!" he replies between two flicks of his tongue on a hardened nipple.

That feels very good, but you rapidly urge him to continue his exploration of your body. His tongue traces a wet trail from your left breast to your navel, then to the nest of curly hair down there... He gives your clit a flick, then raises up his head to look at you.

He catches your eyes with his deep look. " You're adorable" he tells you with a horny voice tinted with sincerity and tenderness. What? He thinks you're adorable? Wow, you feel like dreaming : this proud man is giving you what you wanted, giving you what you didn't expect him to give you.

"And you're a loveable macho" you reply, darting your eyes into his. You both continue looking at each other for a second, and then, only then, he plunges his tongue into your humid center. He goes in and out, circling the entrance before each movement in, going faster and faster. You abandon yourself to this sweet intrusion, moaning with each stroke, burrying your hands in the hair of the doctor. Every time you touch a certain point behind his head, he seems to moan a little louder, as if it was very sensitive. His moans excite you to the point of no return and as Dr. Jones pumps frenetically into your center, you reach a shuddering orgasm. You cry his name out several times with a passionnate voice and your shouts resound in the jungle.

Dr. Jones lifts himself to be face to face with you. He caresses your face while you try to breathe normally after this wonderful orgasm. He stops caressing your face and use his hand to guide yours to that very hot spot of his anatomy. He still have his pants on, and you can feel the humidity through the fabric. You caress the bulge and attempt to free it from his pants. Once it is done, you take it fully into your hand and your take some time to appreciate the texture of it, the feel of it, the heat of it. Then you begin stroking it while getting closer. When your mouth is near his shaft, you take your tongue out and lick it slowly on all its lenght, from bottom to top. He moans a little and you feel him relax as he installs himself on his back. You lick for a little while but you decide to stop it shortly. You shift yourself so that his cock lays on his belly and your cunt on the lenght of his shaft to arise it and you take advantage of your position to look at the doctor's face. His eyes are closed at first, but after a while he opens them, look at you and in those eyes, despite the general darkness of the jungle night enlightened only by a fire, you can see a hundred things. Desire, passion, impatience... love? Yes, you see love too! You open your heart and you lift yourself, position his shaft and let it slide into your body, slowly.

In and out, in and out... His large hands control your hips in order to keep the rythm, that sweet, perfect rythm...

Mingling with the sound of exotic birds, savage animals, wind throthe the tree leaves, your moans. You listen to them religiously while experiencing the most magic moment of your life.

The wave which is building in your center brings you at a shuddering speed to the sky, to the stars... you scream! A couple of seconds later, the doctor's screams reaches yours as he fills you with his seed. It feels like the time stopped for you both.

It's time to relax now. You have a lot to talk about, but you're both too tired to do it now. You don't have to hurry, time seems to be your humble servant anyway...

You fondle next to Dr. Jones under the stars that shine for all the lovers of the universe.