As Jon approached the fire, he saw that there was no one around. The sun was sinking to the horizon and the sky was growing dark by the time he reached the site. Laid out across a bed of large leaves were some strange looking fruits and some kind of clam still in its shell "“ probably the day's catch. Jon waited there for a while, wondering if he should just head back to his hut.
Jon turned suddenly to a dull 'thud' behind him. He saw a girl with a clutter of sticks in the sand about her feet. She was half kneeling, half sitting and clutching her toes in pain and hissing through her teeth. Evidently she'd been so startled by Jon's presence she'd dropped the firewood she was carrying and it had landed on her toe. Jon rushed over to help her.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he kneeled before her.
She responded with surprise at his words and he saw her face clearly for the first time. It was stunning. Her skin was smooth and the colour of chocolate, punctuated by white face paint in large spots under her large, dark eyes, in a line down her chin, and coating the lower of her plump, juicy lips entirely. Her black hair was full-bodied and drawn back and fashioned into a large, fan-like ponytail. A seashell necklace hung from her shoulders.
They gazed in silence into each others' eyes, sharing a moment of mutual, instinctive attraction. Jon tentatively extended a hand towards her injured foot. He was surprised when she offered it without resistance or hesitation, so he examined it as best he could. He noticed she painted her toes white too, and she wore an anklet made with small seashells.
"Well, I think it's okay," Jon said finally, though he didn't know if the girl understood. "I can't see anything serious anyway "
She stared at him blankly, before extending her own hands to softly stroke his face. Jon blushed but let her do what she wanted to.
"So what's your name?" he asked, to no response.
"Name? No?" he shrugged. "Okay, so you don't understand me."
The girl carefully tried to stand up and Jon joined her, supporting her by the arms until she was steadily on her feet again. Jon saw she was several inches shorter than him and he realised then what she was - and wasn't - wearing Aside from seashell jewellery and a loincloth made from palm leaves, all she wore were patterns of white paint across her thighs and breasts. And wow, what thighs and breasts!
She possessed a very curvaceous figure, with broad hips and large, muscular thighs that tapered beautifully to her dainty feet. Her boobs looked roughly the same size as his own, though they appeared much bigger on her smaller frame. For bare, unsupported breasts they were amazingly round, full and perky. Jon was entranced by their shape and form.
The trance was quickly broken as the girl squealed happily. Flustered, Jon didn't have time either to ask what she meant or apologise for staring at her chest before she latched onto the object of her delight "“ Jon's own breasts.
She groped and squeezed his boobs eagerly through his t-shirt while saying something he couldn't comprehend. Jon was about to explain their presence but decided not to bother, besides her handiwork was turning him on so badly it was clouding his thoughts. Then the girl brought Jon's hands to her own bare breasts and nodded enthusiastically before she went back to work on his bosom.
Jon happily complied and slowly caressed her boobs with awestruck wonder. She moaned in agreement and thrust her hips towards his. Instinctively, Jon leaned in to kiss the girl and she responded in kind. The pair sank back to the beach in a passionate embrace.
They rolled around on the sand. Jon, who was inexperienced, was tender and loving, while the girl, who was a creature of fantasy, was enthusastic and wild. And so, the couple made amazing love as the sun set over the ocean.
