She was none of my business, but she was so damned cute!
I saw the little blue eyed blond as soon as she came into the bar I hang out in in Rio Azul. I drink a few beers there when I make my infrequent trips in from the jungle for supplies. Among other things I’d once been an engineer for one of the world’s largest oil companies. I’d found some good indications in water and soil samples of a large gold vein in a site somewhere upriver and had felt no compulsion to point out my intuitions to my employers. Oh, I sent the results in, but my hunch about them was my own.
They’d paid me to find oil and I’d found it for them. Now I was back in South America on my own time to see if I could find the source of that gold leeching into the river and prove a claim on it.
So there I was, sitting at the bar that evening drinking luke-warm beer, and minding my own business. She walked through the open doorway and I checked her out, as every other man in the place did. She wasn’t the beauty queen slash centerfold sort. Her face had an attractiveness that was innocent, open, and intelligent. Damned cute seemed to fit as a description.
Her long blond hair was done up in the puppy ear things on each side of her head I’d always considered dopey and far too young for most women above the age of twelve to wear. On her they looked sensible in the tropical heat, ultra-feminine, and utterly adorable. I knew in that moment, I wanted her.
She sat at a table and as the bartender walked to take her order I glanced around the room. What have we here? Jorge and Manuel, two of the biggest troublemakers in Rio Azul were pointedly ignoring the lady? It didn’t take a genius to figure they were up to something crooked, and it involved the cute blond.
Like I said, It was none of my business, but she was so damned cute! I stood and walked to her table. “Pablo, I’ll pay for her drink.” I told the bartender. I asked her then, “Ma’am, would you mind if I sat and spoke with you for a moment?”
“Sir,” she said in a somewhat frightened sounding voice, “my guide is taking me to my husband and he told me to stay here and not to speak to anyone. He said I’d be taken care of.”
I sat down in the chair across from her, “Ma’am,” I told her, “unless you have the 101st Airborne waiting outside, you and I are both in deep trouble, you have been betrayed!” I heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and as I turned, I instinctively ducked, which was probably what kept the bottle Jorge swung from killing me.
As I came up I put nearly two hundred pounds of very pissed off Texan behind the uppercut I landed on Jorge’s jaw. I heard the satisfactory crunch of cracking teeth and bone and saw he’d stupidly had his tongue protruding from his mouth when he’d swung at me. He’d be talking with a lisp from now on, if at all!
I whirled and ducked as I charged at Manuel, who had a handful of a cute breast and was dragging the blonde toward the door. My ducking again saved me from stopping a beer bottle with my head! I dragged him away from her, and threw him against the adobe wall. I held him there by his throat and gave him what we call back home a punctuation ass kicking. I asked him, “What are you going to do to the cute little lady now, asshole?” Each of my words, punctuated by my fist in his face, bounced his head off the solid wall.
I looked around to see they had no reinforcements who dared to buy into this fight. I turned to her, “You’re damned good at looking cute, Lady, how are you at running?” It turned out she was pretty damned good at that, too, and she dashed out the door, except she was running away from the river. My boat, motor, and provisions were in the other direction.
I allowed her to lead for a hundred yards, then told her at the next opening between the buildings, “Follow me now, and stay close!” Fear is a good motivator. She was right behind me when we reached the river and found my boat, concealed under some overhanging trees. I was beginning to like having her follow me around, but forced my mind back to more serious things, like surviving the night.
We’d gone only a few miles upriver when I first heard the helicopter, and knew we were in even worse shit than I’d thought. I pulled into the riverbank and told her to duck, they were using searchlights. My .45 pistol was in my hand, but I didn’t want to start a gunfight, especially with a lady in my boat. They went over us, and the cute lady asked me, “Uh, couldn’t that be rescuers?”
“Think about it, Ma’am,” I asked her, “it’s been less than an hour since the attack on us. These are the jungles of South America. Who would know a failed kidnap or murder attempt had been made on you, and have a helicopter out here searching already?”
I couldn’t see her face, but I heard her say, “Oh shit!” My suspicions were verified when someone in the copter that had passed overhead opened up at something in the water with automatic weapons fire!
Working while I was talking to her, I knew anyone with choppers could bring in infrared binoculars, and infrared scopes for rifles, too. We had to get further away from the river than they’d expect us to travel in case they thought of using them to search the jungle from helicopters. I pulled the boat motor off and sank the boat with rocks, pushing it deep enough into the water its profile shouldn’t be visible.
All evidence of our passing was removed from the bank of the river, except for a distress sign that would stand out like a sore thumb to the five superbly trained men from my former military troops now waiting for me to return to our camp with supplies.
I couldn’t risk dumping the motor in the river because of the danger of an oil slick being noticed. We made two trips to a staging area I established a mile from the river where we concealed the motor and all the supplies we could not carry with us immediately. Perhaps you’re wondering how I was finding my way back to those sites in the dark?
My superior navigation skills I’d learned in Uncle Sam’s Army, of course. My handy Global Positioning System receiver I’d bought at a neighborhood electronics store back in the States helped, too. Never leave home and go into the jungle without one!
I made two packs of our supplies, making her’s much lighter, but it looked as if she’d have to pull her own weight if we were to survive. I handed the pack to her, as I told her, “Okay, Lady. As we said back in the day, now we hump! It’s an army term for hiking neck deep in crap while carrying tons of shit on your back. Do you have any ideas yet as to who might want you dead?”
Her next words sounded like she had been thinking, and the look on her pretty face showed a wide range of emotions. “It has to be my husband, Ronald. I’ve known for the last three years it was a mistake to marry him, and I finally told him last month I wanted a divorce. He begged me to meet him down here where he works and try one last time, so I relented. He’d insisted two years ago we buy five million in life insurance on each of us, payable to the other.”
“Bingo!” I growled, “I’d say we have a winner here, folks. Okay, so he’s agreed to share that with someone here if you suddenly come down with something seriously fatal. That is chicken shit in the extreme, and I hope I get the chance to lay a hand on him, if only for a few seconds.”
“I hope we both do.” She shared, as she shook my hand on it. “My name’s Sherry Andrews, and yours? This hurts me so much the asshole is going to kill me and has put your life on the line, too!” She put both her hands to her face as the tears poured forth.
Damn it, the morale among my troops was weakening and I had never allowed that to happen! “Listen to me, Sherry.” I barked in command mode. ”You are one of mine now, my name is Gunny, and I do not condone or accept failure or defeat! You will not die on my watch, I will not allow it! Do you understand me?”
“Sir, yes, sir!” She barked it, just like a recruit. She must have seen my astonishment at her response, because she added immediately, “My dad is career Army. Oh my God, I have to get to a phone! Dad will be down here kicking ass and taking names and the locals will gang up and kill him!” Oh shit, we had one more complication, as if we needed it.
Concern for her dad changed things considerably. Yes, he would be on the first flight in when he found out she was missing, as most any dad would!
I’d been preparing for a forced march across the interior, foraging as we went, and waiting for our reinforcements to catch up with more firepower. It was imperative now we stay out of enemy hands, while being close to our backup who might be able to somehow contact her father. I explained our change in plans to Sherry.
“Thank you, Gunnie!” She said, “You’ve saved my life this far, and I feel so much better about my dad now.”
We hoisted our packs and carried them another five miles, then I began scouting around for a place to hole up. In less than an hour we found a little secluded cleft between two hills that had a beautiful spring flowing into a pool. We drank our fill from the cold spring, then I took two ground covers and spread them above it, then gestured toward them. “Our summer home, Sherry.” I went prone on my back where I could watch the approach to the area through the trees.
Sherry looked at the other tarp, then asked, “Do you mind if I join you on yours? I’d prefer to stay close to the only man around who I know is not out to murder me in cold blood.”
I opened my arms to her, and invited her to be my guest. She came down next to me, kissed my cheek, and went to sleep with her cute head on my shoulder. I woke when Sherry stirred. She looked around and got her bearings, then pulled her blouse off, and undid her bra. She took off her boots and jeans and panties, and walked down to the pond.
I’d seen enough of her in her clothes in the morning light to know she had a hard little body. Well, now I could see the entire amazing thing. She had 32-Bs with the cutest pink puffy nipples I’ve ever seen. They stood up and out from a strong lean chest that tapered to a tiny waist then spread to beautiful hips. She had a clean-shaven pussy and long dancer’s legs to die for. That fine dimpled ass brought the entire package right up past perfect.
Sherry walked into the water, then looked up the hill and into my eyes. She flashed her pearly whites at me and asked, “You’re not coming in, Gunnie?” That sounded like all the invitation a Texas country boy needed to go skinny-dipping with a babe! My boots and camos came off like they were on fire. I carried my .45 and extra clips with me, of course.
Sherry looked even better up close. She was washing her face and body and had already found the bottom of the clear running pool was fine clean sand. “Rub that sand on your feet,” she told me, “it feels good after that hike.” I was standing there, ogling her fabulous tits, and she splashed water in my face and laughed. “Typical man, huh, Gunnie? You like my all day suckers? Wash your sweaty body off. Then take me to our summer home and suck me and fuck me, then fuck me, then fuck me in my ass. There’s something about being close to death that makes me horny and after two years of no sex and being set up for murder I don’t feel married anymore.”
“Yeah, Baby.” I told her. “Danger always affects me that way, too.” I splashed water in my face, which helped to clear my mind. I bathed in the clear water and it did feel good after months of bathing in the murky river water. I felt Sherry grab my erection, she went under water, and pulled her mouth to it. I almost came as her warm mouth engulfed me and she sucked. I was visualizing her face and mouth, then decided I’d better think about something else, or I’d cum too quickly.
Sherry released me after about a minute, then stood up and kissed me. When I say she kissed me, I mean we tongue fucked. “Mmm, Gunnie,” she moaned, “You’re so hard and so near ready, but I could tell you were trying not to cum. Stand up here out of the water, and feed me your cum, then I’ll get you hard again and you can fuck me for hours. You won’t bust a cherry, but you’ll be my second and best man to ever make love to. My cherry may even have regrown in the years since what’s his name touched it.”
I told her, “Let’s go to our summer home, Darling, I want to spend some time adoring those cute tits of yours, too!”
I picked up my .45 and we went hand in hand up the hill to our ground covers. I quickly saw Manuel had bruised one of those small world class tits in the struggle the night before. “Damn, that bastard Manuel bruised your boob.” I told her. “I’ll try to arrange to kill him the next time I see him!” I was careful with that breast, but she wanted them both sucked and played with. I certainly agreed!
I applied my hands and mouth to an exploration of both of her breasts and nipples. The shapes and textures of them were and are as near perfection as I could ever wish for. I had some fingers in that wet pussy of hers, too. Sherry had one hand full of my hard prick, and another hand gently massaging my testicles.
She quickly swiveled and planted that wet pussy on my face as she reinhaled my prick into her hot wet mouth. I had both hands working on those boobs as my lips and tongue worshipped her clit and pussy lips. It was only seconds later she was cumming like crazy!
She moaned, she whimpered, she squealed, but she never let up her attentions on my dick! I was near cumming, but thought if I could last until another of her orgasms to do that it would be so much sweeter!
I took one hand off her boob and inserted two fingers into her well-lubricated pussy in search of her G-spot. She let me know when I found it, that sweet snatch began grinding into my face as she wailed like a banshee! Her hands clenched on my prick, still stroking, and she brought in a gusher. She was trying to control her screams to get me back into her mouth, and it all combined into one of the most mind blowing sexual experiences of my life!
The sweet cute lady collapsed onto me. She still had my limp dick in her mouth and I knew she hadn’t passed out because she was still sucking. It felt incredible! To keep her from driving me completely insane I reapplied my mouth to licking and sucking her clit and pussy lips. She gently massaged my balls as she sucked and my prick began stiffening again.
We did the sixty-nine thing for probably thirty minutes more this time. It was much more relaxed than before, and we were enjoying making love instead of fucking. Sherry turned herself around, she told me, “It’s been too long, I have to feel your hard dick inside me now!” She shoved me into her and began fucking me as hard as I’ve ever been ridden. I played with those tits and nipples and every few minutes she’d lean forward for kisses or to get her nipples sucked.
After about thirty minutes more of that I could tell she was tiring, I asked her, “Would you like to switch positions?” At her nod, I rolled her over and we were in the missionary position for the first time. I applied my skinny pile-driving ass to pounding that pussy! “I think I’m in love, Darling. You’re so cute and sexy!” I told her, “we could get married, or maybe just fuck like crazy for the next fifty years?”
Sherry sobbed out, as she hung on to me, “I have never even dreamed of sex this good, Gunnie, whatever you want to do, I’ll enlist!”
A few minutes later we both reached another mind-blowing orgasm. I’ve never been so in synch with any other woman in my life as Sherry. I idled there for a moment, savoring the bliss. Sherry left my side, and a few moments later she called to me from the pool. I rose and went to her side, again carrying my pistol with me.
She was smiling broadly and asked me as I walked into the pond, “You never did tell me what you and your men are hunting, Gunny. Kiss me while I see if I can guess.” She kissed me, and I felt her pass something from her mouth to mine. It felt like a pebble, but oddly heavy. I spat it out into my hand and there lay a shiny gold nugget!
I shouted, “Where in the hell did you find this, Sherry?” For an answer she drove her hand deep in the fine sand at the bottom of the pond, then brought it up open and swirling it in the clear water. There in the palm of her small hand lay about a dozen shiny gold nuggets! I grabbed her up and we laughed and kissed and hugged fiercely as I danced around the pond with her in my arms!
Sherry laughed wickedly and asked me, “Does your new recruit pass your inspection, Gunnie?”
“With your golden kisses, sweet pussy, and those tits? Hell yeah, Darling!” We went back to our summer home. She put those nuggets in her pants pocket lying close. When Sherry hit the tarp she tightened her stomach muscles and rolled her long legs up behind her shoulders. The back of her head was actually lying on her crossed ankles at one point.
She rubbed her clit and pussy lips as I watched, until she began to lubricate, then she shoved two fingers, then four fingers of one of her slender hands into her pussy and drove them in and out. I had never seen a woman look so incredibly erotic in my entire life! She added her thumb and was in herself to her forearm as she watched my fascinated response.
The rosebud of her anus pulsed in time with her handthrusts. She moaned, “I learned to fist fuck myself to satisfy my sex drive during the last few years. One thing has been missing, fuck me in my ass, Gunnie!” She was so damned cute with her hand in her pussy up to her forearm. I had no choice but to comply!
My concern for her is the only thing kept me from plunging right in. I spat in my hand and used it to wet my stiff prick, then I licked her sweet ass then tongue fucked her ass as she moaned. I penetrated her and began easing myself into her in short thrusts as she gasped. I told her, “If I find gold up your ass too, I will definitely marry you!” She laughed at me, which made her ass constrict even more and I damned near came in her then.
I knew her entire pelvic cavity had to be at or near maximum capacity, but damn, this felt so fine and looked even better! My hands found their way to her breasts and nipples as I penetrated further, then began to fuck her ass in earnest. I fucked her and tweaked her nipples in time with her frantic ramming of her hand into herself! Her hand plunging inside her pelvis increased the sensations on my prick in her ass about tenfold, too. When she cummed and screamed this time it triggered me and I’ll be damned if I didn’t cum and scream with her!
“Damn it, Honey,” I gasped out. “For a sweet young thing who has hardly been fucked in her life you have one hell of a sex drive and imagination.”
Sherry brushed a wisp of hair out of her face, then asked me, “Is that good or bad, Gunnie?”
I told her, “It’s great, for a horny bastard like me you’re putting out to! Baby, you are the most sensual woman I’ve ever been with.”
After we’d rested a bit I got up, and went to the spring. I looked closely and found nuggets in the sand all the way into the pool. The mother lode might be mere feet or hundreds of yards back in the mountain, but the combination of the water and fine sand had been cutting it out over thousands or tens of thousands of years and rolling the mallable nuggets into the pond. They might be scattered in pockets containing tons the entire five miles down hill to the river. I was roughly estimating fairly large fortunes for us all.
Sherry was looking over my shoulder. I asked her, “So, how do you want to work this, Sherry? Is this your strike alone, or are you part of our group?”
“Gunnie,” she said sincerely, “I would have been raped and found butchered in a ditch somewhere today if not for your risking your own life. You’re working on saving my dad’s life, too. You and your people will share in this in any way you’ve already agreed upon.”
“Okay, Baby, “ I thanked her, “That’s damned fair of you, and we’ll protect your share with our lives, too. We might want to dress and eat something. My men should be hot on our trail by now. They’ll be hoping to catch their Gunnie malingering somewhere, but I think they’ll like their new partner just fine.”
We dressed and went through our canned goods and each found something we liked to eat. We drank a couple of warm beers to celebrate being alive, finding the gold mine, and finding each other. We were enjoying the afternoon together when I heard the plaintive whistle of a Bob White Quail, a bird that does not live in the South American jungle. I returned Cool Dave’s whistle, and a moment later he walked into our summer home and sat down before us. He was dressed in his normal attire of camo pants, a do rag, and a semi-automatic rifle.
Cool Dave had been a Harlem gangsta the Army had sent me a couple of decades before. Now he’s a grown man and a damned good troop. We shook hands as he eyeballed Sherry. “Gunnie, you never cease to amaze me! Where did you find this lovely lady in the Amazon jungle?”
I turned to Sherry, “Sherry, my dear, meet Cool Dave. He’s one of my Brothers. Dave, you won’t believe this but Sherry’s dumbassed husband was doing an insurance job on her. I picked up on it and took her away from a couple of wannabees named Jorge and Manuel in Rio Azul. As we were leaving a chopper came looking for us and shot up the jungle.”
Sherry extended her hand and Dave, gentleman and horn dog as he is, kissed it. Sherry shifted herself into my lap and kissed my neck fondly, establishing prior relationships.
Dave accepted things as they were and went on, “Yep, those guys in the chopper tried to fire up the camp and they’re in the river feeding the fishies. Our other troops reported they are watching the clinic you put those two guys into, and they can have a remission any time you want. Sherry, they met your dad in town where he was looking for you and he is safely with them and is armed.”
Sherry was ecstatic, of course! I asked Dave, “Can you raise them on the radio from here?” Dave showed us his widest grin, pulled out a radio and made the call. My partners put her dad on immediately. They had assured him Sherry had last been seen with me, and she would be safe, wherever she was. There’s nothing like knowing for certain, though.
There were tears on both ends of that call! “Dad,” Sherry implored him, “please, do not trust Ronald! That five million insurance policy is the only reason anyone could possibly want me dead!” He assured her they were watching Ronald, too, but had heard from someone they were paying, he was leaving town soon.
Sherry looked into my eyes, she said, “Gunnie, I want you and I to see that son of a bitch face to face and lay our hands on him!”
We ran the entire five miles back to the river. Cool Dave relayed my orders in code for both of the local badasses to have spontaneous remissions and then for everyone to cover Ronald. The local law officers had last been seen on the river with their fishing gear.
Sherry and I caught up with Ronald at the town’s bus stop. Buses are a major mode of transportation in South America, and any friends he may have had in town with cars had probably heard about the heavily armed gringo combat vets watching him.
Sherry walked up to Ronald and slapped him hard, as I stood close beside her. Had he dared to raise a hand to her I’d have done my best to rip it off and shove it up his ass. She said, “Your plan didn’t work, Ronald, I’m still alive!”
He responded with, “You can’t prove anything now. Jorge, Manuel and the others are all dead.” He should have thought through the ramifications of that, but he was just too dense. I’d seen the bus coming out of my peripheal vision and knew the typical macho flair the drivers put on their entrance. They like to wheel their buses at the last moment, then open the doors directly in front of the passengers.
I reached and laid a hand on Ronald as he turned toward the bus. Sherry was so damned cute when she laid her hand on mine, smiled, and shoved. As Ronald went down with his head in front of the bus tire I had one hand on his collar and a knee in the middle of his back. Even a video of the event could not have proven whether we were pushing him or trying to stop him from falling.
I stood and held the widow away from the gory sight of Ronald’s head, then spoke calmly into her ear. “Do some convincing crying, Baby, five million dollars worth.”
“Aiiiiieee! My husband!” Sherry wailed. She was inconsolable until after all the proper accident forms had been filled out by eyewitnesses and signed. We had to retrieve the policemen from their fishing trip to get it done.
My partners met with us at a bar in town to celebrate their finding her and me alive and the successful completion of our mission in town. I asked Sherry, “Darling, can you think of a way to show our partners how really successful this mission has been?”
Sherry kissed me, then ducked down behind me and reached into her pant’s pocket. After a moment she stood and walked around the table, kissing each partner and delivering a nugget with the kiss. I had thought that a good way of ensuring their loyalty to her, as well as to me. I assured them I had been literally drinking, lying atop of, and bathing in our gold, until Sherry found it for us.
The “Golden Kiss” mine has been paying off well for all of us. Sherry and I leave our yacht docked there for our partner’s use when we travel abroad. She is quite happy with me, as I am with her. We keep each other entertained and she is so damned cute with that fresh fucked look that stays on her face all the time from our making sweet love.
Author’s note: My thanks to “Blue Angel” for inspiring the inclusion of fisting.