Into The Wilderness

We were young, married and fearless. I am not sure if given an opportunity to choose between the places we had sex and a warm cozy bed in the bedroom, we would’ve chosen the former now. But we did it ten years ago.

We lived in a lovely tropical town in south India, where bright sun and unrelenting showers are the norm. We both studied in the same college and love struck us halfway through the college. Our passion was one of those ‘sex in the wilderness’ types.

Early September in South India is wet and inviting for sexual activity. We were off to a forest area near our town and with one perfect plan. The ghat (mountain) road was functional, yet a far cry from the roads we were used to. It’s not just the occasional potholes I’m talking about. There were roads only in the map at times, replaced by huge trenches and boulders at places. It’s a mountain road not frequently used by anybody; the only use was the transport of essentials for the fifty-odd people living on the hilltop. It spreads shudders down the spine thinking that it’s one of the tiger reserves of the country, where wild animals roam around and not just stop and sneak around your vehicle- they are quite dangerous in the sense that they are not used to people transgressing in to their living area called ‘the wilderness’.

Knowing all these only couples that are fearless would’ve attempted what we did: sex in the wilderness.

The caressing and the warm gazes started soon after we started climbing up. Vehicle was going up and our desires too went for frenzy. The tropical rain forest gives off a sweet aroma that is stimulating for the senses and we started to shed off our clothes through the drive. She was wearing only her undergarments barely covering up her young bosom and fine curves. My eyes were on the road, but one of the hands was made free to explore her body. In those brief stretches, where road was seen straight ahead, the hands were freely roaming around her neck. It was very stimulating for both of us, we had to stop at regular intervals to kiss, caress and then continue driving too.

We once encountered a single elephant on the road, heading towards us. Though we knew how to handle it (by switching off the engine and remaining calm, of course) when the dangerous mammal went past us, the sigh of relief and the adrenaline rush further stimulated us and we started to caress each other again; this time with more purposeful movements. I relieved her of the brassiere, which was failing anyway to cover her pair of mangoes. They were delicious like the mangoes too (those of you who are fortunate enough to taste either mangoes or tender young breasts can understand the taste of the other one now!) The more I massaged and sucked the less her resistance became, now both of us were shed off our inhibitions and were ready for the final act.

We looked around and saw a bridge over a mountain stream. My trained ears could hear something more wonderful- a waterfall. We walked down through the trees and reached the real wilderness. The stream was flowing across the big area of a hillock and we reached there wading through the waters. My hands were touching her all over before even we reached the waterfalls, that she became wet not just by the spray of the water but also by her inner awakening of senses. I had put a jacket over her to cover up for this short journey from the car to here and that covered her only up to the mid-thighs. I slid my hands under the jacket to slowly uncover her bottom and hold it. Wow! I got really excited and my body was asking for more. I un-buttoned the jacket and cupped her breasts and bottom alternatively. It was very stimulating and my arousal was explicitly exhibited out of my boxers. We had a very satisfying sex there itself and again and again and again. I thank God for the beauty of the wilderness and the beauty of the wild sex. You all should try this awesome combo too.