It was steamy hot, her blouse and shorts damp from her exertions. She could probably even have a dip down there, if there were no leeches! That thought (the water, not the leeches!) spurred her on and she scrambled her way down the slope. Her full breasts, unconfined beneath her cotton blouse, jiggled beneath the soft material, standing out more than usually because of the straps of her rucksack. She undid another button to let more air in on her sweaty skin, the rounded sides of her breasts visible through the now almost fully opened shirt. Glancing down, Jodie felt her nipples stiffening as her eyes saw what anyone around here would be seeing - if there was anyone around, that was. But she was alone, only her to worry about. If she wanted to take her shirt off, it would probably be okay ... except that the shoulder straps would rub her bare skin raw. As it was, she thought, swinging her way around a tree just above the ridge on which the bushes were perched, if she was going swimming it would have to be naked as her shorts and shirt would chafe even more than they did now if they were wet. The thought of undressing and being naked in the outdoors, gave her another little thrill - and she realised she was becoming rather horny! Probably because of the humid conditions and the way her breasts rubbed silkenly against each other as she moved, both slick with sweat; and the contrasting rub of her nipples across the rough cloth of her shirt. Her crotch was damp and sweaty as well and she kept getting little tingles from her sex each time her legs crossed over or stretched apart to negotiate the steeper parts of her hike.

Stop it!! she chastised herself. The more she thought about her body, the more sexy she became. It had been several months since she had ended her relationship with Philip. God! she thought. That long without sex!!! No wonder she was starting to feel horny. Maybe she would masturbate after her swim...or before...or both! She laughed aloud at her thoughts, finally reaching what looked to be an animal pathway along the ridge. She couldn't see the waterhole very clearly now because of the screening bushes, thicker close up than they had appeared from up on the walking trail. And she was still a few metres above the creek bed.

She swung the rucksack off her back as the walking became easier, undoing the last button on her shirt to let it flap open now she was away from the possibility of anyone disturbing her. She looked down at her shiny breasts, only slightly flatter now that the rucksack straps weren't squashing them together. They were rather cute, she thought, seeing their fullness from above, her nipples stiff, pink buds jutting out from her slightly darker aureoles. The marks of her bikinis were clearly visible, her untanned flesh a pale creamy colour against the honey gold of the rest of her body. Philip loved to nuzzle her breasts and bite her nipples really hard. A wave of desire washed over her, starting between her legs and spreading outwards making her gasp. Jesus! She was so frustrated! So much for going on a hike to calm down!...(cont)