Arnie heard a faint high pitched sound in the dark as he relaxed in a reclining chair on the beach. It seemed an acute shrill or whine.
This was the first night of his vacation on the tropical island, and his friends had teased him about the large insects that came in from the jungle behind his rented cabin.
Again he heard the soft, distant squeal and sat up abruptly.
He then noticed a slender, naked beam of light streaking across the beach and realized it came from the front door of the cabin down the beach. He recognized the sound as a squeak of rusty hinges as the door opened wider revealing the silhouette of a very shapely woman who seemed to look around as she stepped methodically from the porch into the moonlit sand. He squinted to see the distant vague image as she moved into the soft surreal light.
She was naked!
He wiped his eyes wondering if this was a dream. Was she going skinny dipping in the moonlight? His mouth fell open as he held his breath. He then felt a tingling on his leg and saw that it was a large spider crawling on him. In the excitement of seeing the naked woman he just flipped the over grown over legged creature from him with a swift flip of his fingers.
The girl began running in the sand as her long, dark hair blew like the leaves of the psalm tree in a storm and her firm breasts bounced one up and one down in synchronization, similar to the coconuts shaking.
His body tingled, especially between his legs as he gripped the banana shaped bulge front of his swimming trunks which had appeared as instantly as the popping of a popcorn kernel.
She had long shapely deer legs and took quick graceful strides causing her large buttocks to rhythmically vibrate.
His engorged penis peeked its head out of the top of his trunks as if trying to get a glimpse of the naked beauty streaking across the beach, but she vanished quickly into the dense dark foliage of the jungle, just as the penis would like to disappear into her dense dark pubic hair.
He leaped to his feet and kicked the sand. His penis seemed to jerk him forward as if saying, Follow her! He resisted its pull amidst the darkness of the uncertain situation.
This was to be a second honeymoon for Arnie Flackston and his wife, Annie, who were celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary with a vacation to a tropical island paradise. They had rented a cabin where they could have plenty of privacy now that the kids were grown. It would be like starting a second marriage together.
The first place they went when they arrived on the island the day before was at the bank in the small town to cash a traveler's check.
"Which hotel are you staying at?" the pretty clerk asked him.
"We have an ocean side cabin just a few miles out." he said.
"Oh, yes!" she smiled widely. "That is the most beautiful spot on the island. You must watch the sunrise. You will see some fantastic scenery at dawn."
"Thank you, I'll do that." he said smiling widely at the young girl behind the counter with long back hair and tanned skin.
"I guarantee that you will find it most interesting and satisfying." she told him.
"I'm sure I will." he replied, noticing her wide eyes and wide smile which was contrasted by his wife's smirk.
"I just hope the insects don't upset you."
"Insects? What about them?" he asked, recalling how his buddies teased him about the huge bugs.
"They are just a little larger here. But nothing to be alarmed about. You grow used to them." She smiled and seemed to wink.
His wife was a bit disturbed with him as they drove the country roads toward the cabin.
She began harping at him: “This is supposed to be our second honeymoon. There you were ignoring me and flirting with that young girl. She wasn't interested in you. She was just doing her job. She wouldn't want an old fat man who's going bald. Why did you have to get a place so far out in the boondocks? I know what you'll do, just sit around and ignore me like the past thirty years. And what about those bugs? A bunch of giant cockroaches and spiders. Second honeymoon my eye!”
He ignored her as he usually did, thinking what a dream come true to have ocean side property on a quiet, peaceful island.
He woke early that first exciting morning and made him a nest in the beach chair to watch the sun slowly rise and paint the sky and clouds, anticipating a breath taking scene of nature's beauty, which the lady at the bank had described. Yet he had not expected such an amazing sight as he had just beheld.
The sun slowly peeked out from the ocean and rose to become a blinding light.
Things gradually changed from shadowy figures to clear bright objects of reality. Then the beautiful young girl walked slowly from the jungle back to her cabin. Her beauty was very clear in the newly risen sun; as beautiful as he had imagined the shadowy figure to be.
She had huge pink nipples capping her firm, dark, bulging breasts, so clear now as she slowly walked to her cabin after her jog. The beads of sweat shined on her muscular thighs and naked ass. All had become so clear that he could almost count the hairs between her legs as she took long slow strides, giving him a short smiling glance as she disappeared into her private domain.
Such beauty, he thought. Why is she doing this? Does she just like to jog in the nude? Is she aware of me here watching her every move and examining every detail of her young vivacious body? She had looked at me and smiled. Was she hoping I would follow her into the jungle?
He thought of how many woman wish for things to happen, but are afraid to come out and be forward. They hint. This may be such a situation. Was something supposed to happen? Was something meant to happen?
Should he follow her into the jungle?
The next morning he leaned back in his reclining chair awaiting the squeak of her cabin door.
She suddenly appeared, then dashed out of sight. He rose from the chair, facing the jungle. The front of his swimming trunks bulged, and he held it as it tingled and seemed to say to him, “Let's go!”
He walked toward the foliage, the closer to the trees, then slowed his pace. He stopped short, took a deep breath, then returned to his chair on the beach.
He sat back in the chair, but imagined himself continuing into the jungle behind the beautiful nude girl, following the broad bouncing cheeks of her buttocks. He was gradually catching up with her as if she was purposely slowing her pace. She glanced over her shoulder at him with a wide smile.
The path through the dense underbrush was twisted, and he lost sight of her for a moment as she made a turn. He stopped, thinking he had lost her, but then noticed a small clearing to the side.
When he entered the clearing he found her laying on her back-- on a clump of large leaves, which she had gathered in advance and fashioned into a bed pallet . Her large erect nipples were bright red atop her firm breasts as they buoyed with the wavy motion of her deep breathing.
She peered into his eyes, then her gaze fell to the bulge in his swim trunks. She licked her lips and rubbed her navel. Sliding her hand slowly to the thick dark hair between her widely spread legs revealing a pink Venus fly trap.
His trunks zoomed to his ankles and he stepped out of them and slowly approached her. His penis pointed the way like a compass. As he mounted atop her she spoke softly into his ear between juicy licks.
"I thought you'd never take my hint. What took you so long, I waited so long, oh, you are so long!"
His fantasy abruptly ended as he saw her in the reality of the bright newly risen sun walking from the jungle. He stared at the clear sight of her naked body, now even more beautiful than ever.
Why didn't I go? he thought to himself as he held the bulge in his trunks which seemed to say, “You blew it!”
The girl paused a moment in front of her cabin, looking at him, her dark eyes peering through the strands of long moist hair blown across her face. She had a wide smile. She entered the cabin and closed the door, gone for another day.
His fantasy and the clear reality seemed to blend together in his mind.
Why shouldn't I make it all a reality? he thought.
As her door slammed, he slammed his fist on the arm of the reclining lawn chair.
Damn, he thought. Why didn't I follow her this morning?
The days were passing ever too quickly. Soon his vacation would be over. Why didn't he follow her into the jungle instead of just dreaming about it? What was there to lose? He must follow her in the morning. This time for sure, he told himself.
If he doesn't, then he will spend the rest of his life wondering what would have really happened. What would it have been like?
Tomorrow for sure he would go. Tomorrow he would find out. Tomorrow he would make his dream a reality, just as the sun made the shadowy images so clear. The clear true image was even more beautiful than the dream.
Tomorrow he would follow her into the jungle.
He sat around all day thinking of her. So many questions and doubts rose. Maybe she is just a tease. Perhaps she only wants to jog for exercise and really doesn't pay attention to him. Yet she did smile at him.
It could be a set-up, maybe his wife hired her to test his loyalty. Maybe she'll cry rape and cause him to lose his job, a plan by some secret enemy who wants his position at work. A woman that beautiful could get any man she would want, why would she want him? He just might be getting older and his imagination is out growing his shrinking experiences. Too much TV?
He looked at his wife as she chattered and nagged, then pictured the young girl in his mind.
That short time in the morning was just a short part of her day. At first, that was all he could concentrate on, yet there must be more. There was still hours to consider. She was not just a fantasy character from his imagination; the dawning sun revealed in detail that she was real.
Very real.
The jungle and what she did in there was still a mystery to him. Likewise her daily activities were obscure. He noticed that she left her cabin a short while later in the morning wearing a dress suit and heels, looking very neat and business like.
He dressed and drove to the small village looking for the new car she left in.
He let his wife out to shop while he surveyed the parking lots, and sure enough, he found her car in the bank employees parking lot. He had thought he saw her somewhere before. She was the clerk at the bank who had cashed his traveler's check when he first came to the island. He just didn't make the connection .
Now it all came back to him.
His first impression was that she was just a clerk in a bank doing her job, being friendly to him as she must do to every customer. Now he began to see things clearer. It dawned on him what she was really trying to say to him.
He sat behind the steering wheel of his car in the bank parking lot beside her car thinking of the shadowy figure running into the jungle. So young and so beautiful.
I must go into the bank, he thought as his hands perspired while he gripped the wheel tightly. He took a long deep breath thinking he had come this far, he must go into the bank and face her. He must go into the jungle in the morning!
He gripped the handle on the door and slowly opened it, but hesitated when he noticed the bulge in front of his pants. He lay his head on the steering wheel, closing his eyes and waited. Go down. Go down, he muttered to himself.
As he waited, the doubts again began to creep into his mind. Maybe his first impression was right. Suppose she was just doing her job, being friendly to him the same as she does all the other customers. She probably took a nude jog through the jungle every morning and he was of no concern to her.
Was his imagination larger than the bulge in front of his pants?
The bulge subsided gradually and he stepped from the car, walking slowly toward the bank. He rubbed his balding hair with his hand, tried to stuff his shirt tail into his pants over his protruding stomach and pressed his upper false teeth tight. He paused, walked back beside his car and peeked into his side mirror.
No, he thought to himself. That pretty young thing would never be interested in a middle aged man like me.
He reached for the door handle, then noticed a bumper sticker that read, "God don't make junk." He turned back toward the bank asking himself why he was made.
His penis seemed to whisper an answer: “He made you so that He could enjoy his marvelous creations through you!”
He entered the bank.
He stood by the door for a moment and examined all the clerks. His neighbor was by far the most beautiful. She was ravishing with her neat make-up, her hair fixed so nice, and sharp outfit.
He couldn't help but recall how she looked in the morning, and began to mentally undress her. He could see her firm large breasts and huge nipples, tight belly, tiny waist, thick thighs, the thick dark bush.
Then her eyes caught his and she smiled. He could sense his erection, it felt tight and cramped in his pants. Had she noticed it? Is that what caught her attention? He walked quickly up to the counter. He seemed to feel her eyes scan his body as he approached.
She just smiled and stared into his eyes.
He said nothing,
"Can I help you?" she finally spoke.
"What? Oh, yes..." he fumbled through his pockets. "I just wanted to cash a check."
"Very well. Do you have an account with us?" she asked.
"No, I'm vacationing. A traveler's check." He continued to feel all his pockets.
"Do you have identification?" she inquired dutifully.
"Oh, I think. Unless I left in such a rush. Oh, you remember me. I was here before."
"Yes?" she paused in thought, "Your face is familiar. You are Mr. ..."
"Flackston. Arnold Flackston."
"Are you enjoying your visit here, Mr. Flackston?"
"Oh, yes. Beautiful. Really beautiful. The scenery. You know. Like you said. The view. The sunrise on the ocean. The cabin. Next door to you."
She paused, then spoke: "Oh, yes. You are the couple staying in the parcel adjacent to my own. It is a magnificent view, I sometimes feel as if I blend into it, and become part of it. That is truly the most beautiful spot on the entire island."
"I'm very lucky. Yes. I go out every morning. Sit on the beach. Early, before sunrise. You know, like you told me . To see the sunrise."
"Oh, yes. I absolutely love the dawn." As she spoke he seemed to notice a slight blush in her dark complexion. "Are you bothered by the insects?"
"What?" he felt puzzled a moment. "Bugs? Oh, I've seen some. They are sort of big."
"I have lived here all my life. I am very accustomed to them, but many tourists seem frightened by the mere sight of them." Her large attractive smile returned to her face.
"When you jog?" He could not get her sensuous image out of his mind.
"Jog?" she looked puzzled.
"In the morning, In the jungle. The bugs? Are there big bugs in the jungle?"
"You might be very surprised what you find out there." She again smiled widely. "Did you wish to cash a check?"
"Check?" He again quickly examined his pockets. "I'm sorry. I must have left them at home. I'll come back later."
"Yes, please do come whenever you need to." She looked to the next customer as he walked back to the door.
He paused and looked back at her once more before leaving the bank.
He picked his wife up in town, but he could only think of the girl at the bank. Her wide smile. He ran the whole conversation over and over in his mind to find some hidden meaning to what had transpired.
When a person cannot be direct, saying outright what is on their mind, then they tend to use certain key words in other contexts to hint at what's on their mind.
He was sure she had done this just as he had done.
She had said that she felt as if she were part of the scenery, part of the view, part of his view. That must be a secret hint to him. Only he would know what that really meant. Only he knew that she ran naked on the beach at dawn.
Then she told him to come any time he wanted to. The other customers would think she meant just that, but only he knew that she ran naked into the jungle. So, when she told him to come she meant much more.
She really was telling him to follow her and cum.
He believed there was a secret flirtatious message in what she had said to him at the bank, not wanting the other customers to realize it. He just knew that she was wanting him to follow her and make love to her in the jungle.
Tomorrow! he thought, Tomorrow I will go for sure.
As he drove home his wife harped at him: “Why did you go to the bank? Then where's the money? How stupid to forget the checks. Did you see our young neighbor? She wouldn't be interested in an old man like you. Did you get some bug spray? Of course you didn't. The bugs are awful. It's too hot. It's too humid. The prices are too high. The cabin is too far from town. You get up too early in the morning. Why do you get up so early? Do you want to see that young girl? She wouldn't give an old fat balding man a second thought. Your imagination is bigger than your... “
She just chattered on and on.
He could only think of the young girl. He envisioned her beauty. He saw her wide smile. He heard her erotic words: Come, come, cum.
She was part of the magnificent view. She was the most magnificent part of the view.
He was glad he went into the bank, for now he knew in his heart for sure that she wanted him to follow her into the jungle. All those little secret messages she gave him. That smile. So friendly.
All that evening his wife gave obvious hints that she wanted sex. She wore her sheer night gown. She talked about when and how they met. How he ravished her. This was to be their second honeymoon.
He ignored her hints. He was saving himself for the chance of a lifetime. Tomorrow. He could only think of what was about to happen. Tomorrow. He could only think of the young girl, and tomorrow.
He was up extra early the next morning. He paced across the beach anxiously awaiting twilight. He definitely would follow the young girl into the jungle this morning.
He knew in his heart that she wanted him to follow, and she had a thing for him. She wanted him sexually.
The clouds were turning purple, things were taking on a dream-like appearance. The sun was about to rise. Her cabin door opened. Her slender shadowy figure emerged from the cabin, ran through the sand and quickly disappeared into the jungle.
This is it, now or never, he thought. If I don't go now I'll spend the rest of my life wondering, and hating myself.
He followed her small, bare footprints to the edge of the forest where he paused, peering into the dense, dark, ominous foliage.
The brush and trees were so thick that there was only a small slit in which he had to push his body, forcing it in. Deeper and deeper he penetrated the jungle.
The path was more like a tunnel with living walls of damp foliage. He figured this is how his penis will feel when it ventures down the moist vagina of the lovely girl.
He followed the naked beauty down the winding path, but was unable to catch up. He felt a pain in his side as he forced himself onward. She was out pacing him, and gradually he lost sight of her.
He stopped, bent over coughing and gasping for breath. He slipped his hand into the front of his swim trunks to feel the bulge. He wanted to make sure it was ready. It was as hard as a rock and seemed to be larger than it had ever been.
Why hadn't I done this in the first place, he thought. Then I could have been doing it every morning instead of just sitting there thinking about it.
He continued jogging and could feel his heartbeat in his pants. There was a clearing up ahead. He stopped to catch his breath before going in. He wanted to gain his composure and be ready.
There she was lying in what looked like a hammock or net strung between two trees.
Her eyes were closed and legs spread. Her firm breasts rose with each deep breath, her nipples bright red and erect. Her smooth dark skin seemed to glisten as she rubbed her hand through her thick dark pubic hair.
It was all exactly as he imagined it would be.
She is there waiting for me, he thought as he let his shorts drop to his ankles. His hard penis pointed at the young girl and seemed to yell, “Let's go!” pulling him as if it was going to jerk loose from his body and shoot across the clearing by itself like a bullet toward the target between her legs.
He took a step forward, then paused as he heard a rustling in the bushes.
The brush moved. Someone, or was it something came slowly from the obscure brush in the twilight darkness. It was black, and seemed fuzzy, like someone in a fur coat. But on a tropical island? It was low to the ground, like a large dog, or more like a Shetland pony.
He hesitated, then took a step backwards.
It definitely was not a person, nor a pony.
As it entered the clearing and neared the girl in the net he could tell it was a spider.
A giant spider!
It clumsily crawled into the clearing, and he swiftly leaped back behind a tree.
The spider stepped next to the girl who reached out to pat it on the head like a pet. It then slowly climbed onto her in a coitus position.
He could see a huge red penis extend from the fuzzy looking insect. It lovingly wrapped its many legs around her, then slowly slipped the long slimy red protrusion deep between her legs. She wrapped her arms around the creature tightly, pulling it closer to make the penetration deeper.
She let out a long, loud groan as the thing began to move in a rhythmic manner. She breathed deep and loud with each thrust. The spider seemed to be making a high squill of pleasure. The beast and the beauty continued in the ecstasy of their act until Arnie bent down to pull up his shorts.
The creature paused, then backed from the girl.
She grabbed at it pleading for it to not stop, yelling "No, no, don't stop now. Keep going. Keep fucking me! I love it. Give me more;"
But the creature dismounted her and turned toward Arnie.
He stood frozen as it hissed shrilly at him. His swim trunks slid back to his ankles filled with shit. His penis fell limp. He stepped back as the fat, fuzzy creature moved closer.
He took another step back, leaving his trunks in the weeds. The giant spider made a lunge toward him.
He turned and quickly ran back down the narrow tunnel-like path through the tropical forest, this time feeling more like a turd being discharged down the rectum .
He never looked back. His feet sank in the sand, causing him to fall to his knees several times before he reached his cabin porch.
The sun had risen. The dull shadowy twilight had now become bright and clear.
He stood naked on his porch, realizing now why the girl ran nude into the jungle each morning. Not for him, but for that hideous looking creature with its long, pointed, red, slimy penis that made his seem like a toothpick.
“It's not that big!” his penis spoke, but he said, “She can have her grotesque creature if it takes a beast to turn a beauty on.”
He took a deep breath as he listened to his penis speak, “You don't need that anyway. You still have your wife. She knows what I can do for her. She was begging for me last night.”
As it spoke it began to take on its rigid form once more, from a wet noodle to loaf of bread. He took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob, and pulled the door open just a slit and slowly squeezed in the cabin.
He went straight to the bedroom. His eyes hadn't quite adjusted as he reached down for his wife on the bed. It felt as if she was under covers.
He tugged at the fuzzy covers.
He heard a shrill squill.
It wasn't covers at all! It was one of those huge spiders, and it was on top of his wife!
He jumped back as his eyes adjusted. She was on her knees with her head resting on the mattress, the creature sliding its pink, slimy shaft in from behind. She was moaning, groaning and breathing deeply. He turned, ran back outside.
He stood on the beach for a while, not knowing which way to go.
Finally he fell back onto his reclining chair and pulled a hat over his eyes to shield them from the bright sun.
He was then startled by the sound of footsteps in the sand. He jerked the hat away quickly, thinking it might be one of those big bugs.
He looked around, and saw the young girl walking toward him. He quickly sat up.
"Hello Mr. Flackston." She said in her warm, pleasant voice. "I saw you napping and just thought I'd come by to say hi. Have you enjoyed your vacation?"
He noticed she was wearing a flesh colored bathing suit that gave the impression of nudity.
"Oh, it was fine. Just fine." he said as he stared out at the ocean.
So she has a skin colored suit on, he thought, I just imagined that she was naked! I guess I have been dreaming all this.
The girl then tossed his soggy, shitty trunks onto his naked lap and said, ''You'd better cover that poor little fellow up." She laughed all the way back up the beach to her cabin.
The End
