chapter twenty-three, Thursday:31thoctober2013, Chachapoyas waterfall
In the forest there’s almost constant precipitation because if the rain, damp, drips from leaves, I am used to the sounds, like a white noise of static, then another tone joins in, a deeper sound of moving water, I can smell it as we get closer. It's the waterfall marked on the map, we are close by.
Bloody phone, doesn't it realise I need to pay attention, Mum will ask questions about the wildlife.
PF: “I don't believe you understood my text, I’m going away...with a man!” I heard.
TC: “Are you asking for my blessing or a warning?” God, she’s needier than me.
PF: “Either” ‘rinse and repeat’ the last comment.
TC: “Relax and enjoy yourself” I believe that is good advice.
TC: “And condoms, you’ll need those too, with a boy” bloody hell.
PF: “Thanks x”
“Daniel,” a little breathless from the heat and atmosphere, I stride faster to catch him and touch his back, “look, there’s the waterfall.” I grab his waistband to stop him. “That must be what you could hear.” Isn’t it beautiful? “Tea?” Please say yes.
“Yes, let’s have a cup.” I'm already extracting my flask, there's not stopping this train once it gets going. “Incredible.” He stares at the seclusion of this fast flow of deep turquoise water, its origin at least three stories above us. We can feel its power, its kinetic energy, its thundering fall and bubble. It smells fresh and clean and so inviting. The air is filled with vapour, we can taste the water as it sprays into the forest, and the energy of the sheer volume of water as it froths on impact inside the pool is exciting to watch.
“Let’s go in.” I say finishing my tea in a final huge gulp, and already heading to the pool at the base of the fall, shrugging off my pack. I sit on a nearby rock, it’s slippery with moss or lichen, it’s a humid atmosphere perfect for plant life. The Charles family love water, and any excuse to paddle. I begin to take off my Mountain Horse boots and peel off my socks. Thinking this is how tomatoes must feel like living in a hot greenhouse. Thinking about salads again? Must be hungry. It's stopped raining for now.
Daniel sits on a rock beside the water’s edge, “take off your clothes.” He orders, it's so hot, and also, it’s so hot. Aware that I’m not the slinkiest or most seductive of women, I remove each item with care, slowly and carefully. “Your body is gorgeous Tharie, I wish I could watch you do this all day.” He winks at me, giving me confidence.
“You’re the boss,” I answer, “I have to do what you ask me to, don’t I?” I try for a seductive finale to my striptease by turning my back on him as I remove my panties, I've neglected to change, bloody hell. Stella McCartney is reminding me it's Wednesday, hoping it is Wednesday. Not completely sure I pulled it off I turn and Daniel and he stands completely nude and his cock is alert and ready. Bingo! I leap into the water and dive under the surface, glad to finally feel cool if only for a short time, when I come up for air Daniel is nowhere to be seen, but then I feel his lips kissing my sex from under the water. I grab his hair and pull him up, he takes a large gulp of air, shakes his head like a wet dog, and smiles at me such a care free beautiful smile. We fool around with each other, touching and teasing but nothing more. We swim back to the little cove and pull our wet bodies out of the water. Glistening in the late afternoon sun now quite low on the horizon, the sky ablaze with a kaleidoscope of pastel colours.
Still close and warm, and I don’t just mean the weather.
“It's getting late, we'd better get back to the house.” I say in mild disappointment, but add a smile.
“OK”, Daniel says taming his hair with his fingers, “I’ll f*ck you quickly then!” And he grabs my wrist, and bends me forward over the rock in a half Nelson, one arm up my back, the other on the rock, where my clothes lay draped. Before I even have a chance to brace myself, he has come behind me, fiddles with my sex with his light touch. “Ready again, baby, you just can’t get enough can you?” I hear the ripping of the condom packet where did that come from? And he's ready too. He grabs my other hand, and has my wrists pulled together behind my back, holding them in both hands, my arse is in the air, but that’s what he wants isn’t it?
“Nice.” I gasp as he enters me from behind, impaling me, pushing and thrusting hard and quick. We have never had fast sex before, but I love the feeling, the intensity. He pushes hard and the rhythm increases, I push backwards into him to increase the intensity, he releases one hand to work, and his fingers are massaging my * and I reach between my legs with my freed hand and grab his balls and gently play with his scrotum, he cries out with intense pleasure and agony.
“Yes baby, pull it gently.” I do as I’m instructed, and our bodies build and climb, his fingers working faster, making me wetter, faster again a tiny flicking movement, until we can hold onto the feelings no more and explode in the heated shower of pleasure together. Pulling out of me he bends down and bites my arse, quite hard “mine baby, all mine.” Smiling at me, “nice arse too.”
Dressed we drive back up the hill following the trail back to bed in Daniels house, this time, I say to myself, we'll mean business, and I was right.
Hope the kettle is on.