Thirsty Part 1

Thirsty Part 1
By Blightmere

For almost three days, a beautiful jungle explorer has been traveling in the dense African jungle. Alison is determine to find rare plants for medicine. At first, she was warned by her colleagues and the professor to never travel alone in the jungle. however her camp was ambush by crazed natives; destroying equipment and chasing off foreigners. Alison nearly escape into the dense forests and outpaced the natives. She was alone, tired, lost.

Alison stops to take rest. Shes 24 years of age, still a virgin, slightly taller 5'6" or 5,'7." A slender woman with tanned skin; a monumental, young goddess in a untamed jungle. Her pith helmet rests above her blonde hair, which cascades down to her shoulders. She wears a khaki blouse, damped by the steaming humidity and sweat, She took her shirt and  knot it around just below her perky breasts. Her nipples erected and harden by the dampness Sweat pour out of her now expose stomach, tickling her muscular tone abs and creeping into her slight, innie belly button. Her khaki shorts, once dried from the luggage three days ago, is now damping with the hot humidity radiating from her body. Her slender thighs and calf exposed, shinning by the sweat. Her stout, brown leather boots were at comfortable and the white socks keep her feet dry in her tiring journey. Alison open her canteen and open it. To her dismay, it is almost empty. Only four drops of warm water splash in her dried tongue. "Shit" Alison said, cursed in outraged as she close the canteen top. " I need to find some clean water somewhere. Don't want to pass out in the middle of nowhere."

Alison continues her journey, searching for water rather than rare plants. She suddenly hears running water, a river! She smiles in relief, but realizes that the lush vegetation is thick, somewhat impassable. She struggles and pushes through the giant leaves and bushes. Her exposed legs get small scratches by the branches and razor leaves. The sleeves of her blouse get caught and torn by menacing branches. Her boots also sludge through the damped soil on the ground, pushing and dragging its heavy weight as she moves foot by foot through the thick foliage. But still, she pushed forward, hoping to reach the rich water to quench her thirst.