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"Alex!!!"
My
shrieking had attracted Alex and he came
running, intercepting me about ten yards
from the vehicle.
"What is
it?"
"Ants!
Oh my god! They were huge and..."
My bug
phobia induced terror became momentarily
replaced with a different kind of terror.
I had managed to pull my jeans and panties
half way up my legs but the two had become
intertwined and stuck just above my knees.
I didn't need to look at Alex to know he
was staring at me and sniggering.
"Strip!"
"What?"
The urgency of his demand caught me by
surprise.
"Get out
of your clothes! They might have ants
crawling around in them!"
"Oh
shit!" The thought of being bitten by the
gigantic pincers I'd seen had me
instinctively rushing to put as much
distance between me and my clothes as was
possible. I started screaming
uncontrollably, my body suddenly
over-sensitized to the slightest twitch of
nerves which I perceived as ants crawling
on my skin. In a blind panic, I pulled off
my jeans and panties and quickly as I
could, ripping them down and turning them
inside out as I tried to run out of
them.
"Hurry!
Hurry up!"
Alex
matched my hysteria with a dramatic
urgency of tone.
"Shit!
Shit, shit shit! I'm stuck!" The narrow
leg openings of my jeans had become stuck
on my shoes.
"Hurry!"
"I'm
hurrying!"
I cursed
and screamed some more, stumbling and
dancing like a whirling dervish as I tried
to escape the unyielding hold the denim
had on my feet. I had to sacrifice my
shoes before my feet finally escaped the
clutches of Mr Levi's jeans. In a
half-demented stupor of terror, I kicked
them away and leapt to hide behind
Alex.
"The
shirt! They could have crawled up into
your shirt!"
"No! Oh
shit!"
I had
never sworn so much in all my life, but
the curses now flowed effortlessly as I
frantically picked open the buttons of my
blouse.
"Those
ants are poisonous! If you get
bitten..."
I
couldn't properly hear what Alex was
saying above the sound of my own
screaming, but I knew the gist of it. The
last two buttons were torn open with such
force they broke off completely, shooting
off like two tiny pearl missiles to be
lost in the red dirt wilderness.
"Get out
of it! Hurry!"
I didn't
care that I must have looked like I was in
the throes of an epileptic fit, gyrating
and twisting with the kind of spasticity
only abject fear can bring on. With the
blouse finally removed, like an Olympian
hammer thrower, I threw it as far away as
I could, unconcerned that the white linen
might be forever stained by the red dirt
where it landed.
"Bra
too! Bra too!"
Alex was
laughing loudly but it did nothing to make
me think he was joking. Like my blouse, I
quickly discarded it and jettisoned it
away with the rest of my things.
"Kill
them! Go and stomp on them or something!"
I shrieked, expending so much breath
screaming I felt certain I was about to
hyperventilate.
I was
slow in coming to my senses again, but now
that I was completely nude I could see
Alex appeared to be more interested in me
than the threat of ants infesting my
clothes.
"Is that
an ant?" Alex pointed down to the ground
at my feet. "Quick! Get back to the Jeep
so you don't get bitten!"
I didn't
have to be told a second time and my feet
barely touched the ground as I ran with
all speed back to his large, black
vehicle. It wasn't until I was sitting
breathlessly back in my seat, safely up
away from perilous dangers outside, that I
was able to reflect on the sight I must
have been. Completely naked, buttocks and
breasts bouncing uncovered and
unrestrained as I ran for my life. The
smirking, half-crooked grin on Alex's face
as he approached said it all. I felt
suddenly embarrassed and foolish about
removing all my clothes like I did and
even more embarrassed when I realized Alex
wasn't returning with my clothes.
"Um, did
you kill the ants?"
My eyes
darted to his empty hands as if to ask why
he didn't bring back my clothes.
"Nope."
"Why
not? I..."
"Too
many of them. You can forget about your
clothes. If they didn't have ants in them
before they will now. If you want to go
get them..."
I looked
out towards the area where I thought I'd
thrown my clothes and then back to
Alex.
"Nuh-uh." I shook my head,
shuddering briefly again at the thought of
being bitten by just one of the dangerous
creatures.
"Good.
Now, let's get a look at you and make sure
you haven't been bitten anywhere."
"What?"
Alex's
matter-of-fact statement alarmed me. When
he opened the door, I recoiled away and
blushed knowing I had nothing but my hands
to hide myself from his prying
eyes.
"Have to
make sure you haven't been bitten."
"I'd
know if I was bitten, wouldn't I?" For a
moment I wasn't sure.
"Sometimes. Not always.
See, they have this acid they secrete
before they bite. It's like an anesthetic
that numbs the skin. It paralyzes its prey
first..."
I just
sat there, my eyes growing wider and
wider, dumbstruck as Alex went into almost
forensic detail about the eating habits of
the Australian Bull Ant.
"I don't
think I was bitten." I wanted to lift my
hands and look to see if there were any
red marks like Alex described but felt too
embarrassed to do it while he was standing
there staring at me.
"Let me
see."
"No! No,
it's okay, really it is. I can look for
myself."
Alex
remained standing casually, one hand on
the door frame and his other on the open
door. The way he was looking at me,
especially the obvious twinkle glinting in
his eyes, made me feel even more acutely
aware of my nakedness.
"You
sure?"
"Yes,
really I can. Really!"
I smiled
as best I could, not just to reassure Alex
I knew I would find any red marks on my
body if they were there but to tacitly
imply I wanted to do it while he wasn't
gawking at me. I sensed a feeling of
resignation in him when he finally
shrugged and agreed before turning to
stand with his back to me.
"No
peeking!"
Alex
just laughed when I said it. It made me
realize it could have been interpreted as
a flirtatious suggestion, which was
certainly not my intention.
Satisfied that Alex wasn't
going to look at me again, I slowly lifted
my hands and began exploring myself for
any signs of red marks. It was difficult
to do this sitting in the vehicle,
although I managed to check all down the
front of my body, all of my arms and most
of my legs.
"You
done yet?"
"No!" I
immediately panicked and made doubly sure
Alex wasn't going to turn around before
grabbing the insides of my thighs again,
spreading my knees as widely as I could to
make a thorough inspection around my pussy
for bite marks. It felt slightly perverse
doing so, but I approached the task with a
clinical indifference. There was plenty of
redness in the area, particularly the
insides of my thighs, but this was nothing
more than the traces of red dust that
stuck to the areas where my pee had
dribbled. I rubbed away at the dirt but
this merely smeared in over a larger area
making the entire insides of my thighs
glow with a reddish hue. My hands also
became stained the same color.
"Can you
get me a cloth?"
"Have
you found something?" Alex quickly turned
around and poked his head inside the
cabin.
"No!" I
shrieked and clamped my thighs
together.
"Well,
what is it?"
"It
nothing. Dirt. That's all. I've got dirty
hands." I held up the palm of one hand
close to Alex's face, partly to show him
but more to block his eyes from seeing
more of me.
"Oh."
"Alex!"
I tried
not to laugh. His head bobbed back and
forth in a little game of trying to see
past my hand before he finally withdrew
and walked to the back of the vehicle. Not
wanting to spread the red dirt to my
breasts, I kept one dirty hand hovering
above them while the other guarded my
pussy in a similar fashion.
"Here."
"Thanks." I took the
moistened cloth from Alex and began using
it to wipe my hands and inner thighs
clean. It felt cool against my skin and I
continued sponging myself even in the
places that weren't tainted with the red
dust.
"Have
you checked you back yet?"
Alex's
question broke into my refreshing respite.
"Um, no, but I don't think any ants would
have got me there."
"You
never can be too sure. Turn around and get
on your knees so I can take a look for
you."
The idea
that I should do what Alex asked
immediately filled me with dread. There
was no way I wanted to expose myself like
that to him but his reminder of the chance
I might die if there were any unchecked
bites left me no option. Reluctantly, and
visibly shaking with the nervous
apprehension I was feeling, I shifted
myself in the seat to climb onto my knees
with my back to Alex. The roof inside the
cabin wasn't quite high enough for me to
kneel upright and I had to stoop slightly.
"I'm ready. This is really embarrassing so
please don't take long."
The
first touch of Alex's fingers on my
shoulders sent a shiver up my spine. They
seemed to leave a trail of goose bumps in
their wake as they feathered, firstly
along the ridges of my collar bone and
then down over my back.
"You're
not ticklish, are you?"
Alex
must have noticed the way I wriggled when
his fingertips lightly grazed down the
sides of my ribs.
"No." I
lied. If he had been able to see my
nipples, now suddenly taut and erect, he
would have known I was lying.
I gently
and nervously nibbled my lower lip as he
raked his fingertips sensuously from my
shoulder blades down to the small of my
back. From there, his fingers fanned
outwards, lightly tracing the line that
would have been the elastic waistband of
my panties if I had been wearing any. My
buttocks flinched as his drew light,
imaginary lines with his fingers across
the soft orbs of my cheeks. Not because I
didn't like the feel of him touching me
there but because I felt I liked it too
much. It felt wondrously erotic all of a
sudden and this made me
uncomfortable.
"That's
enough. Surely there's no marks?"
"None on
your back that I can see." Alex clearly
wasn't finished with me.
"Do I
have to?" I felt a knot constrict tightly
in my belly when Alex gently pushed
against my shoulders and told me to bend
over for him.
"Gotta
check everywhere," he said.
Beads of
perspiration on my brow began trickling
down my nose and spilling out over my hot,
flushed cheeks. I didn't resist and
wondered whether or not I even should try.
Instead I allowed him to push me to that
point where gravity would force me down on
all fours.
There
was a silence in the air I'd never, ever
experienced. I kept expecting to hear the
sound of traffic or some other sound of
civilization in the distance. But there
was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Except
the sound of my own heartbeat and the
almost indiscernible sound of Alex's
breathing behind me. I gasped under my
breath as I felt Alex's fingertips gliding
over the mounds of my buttocks and then
down the backs of my thighs. They dipped
into the sweaty creases behind my knees
and then continued down the backs of my
calf muscles.
"What
are you doing?" An alarmed voice suddenly
shouted in my head. "I'm going to spread
your legs!" it replied to itself.
Outwardly I remained statuesque still,
feeling Alex's grip tighten on my ankles
but pretending not to notice the subtle
hint I felt he was trying to give me.
Inwardly I began to feel an almost
compulsive urge to give in and let him
spread my legs. He gently squeezed,
encircling my ankles with his thumb and
fingers to create the sensation of being
restrained by them. I felt shocked by the
way my body responded, particularly the
sexual response which was to become
instantly aroused and agitated with an
eagerness that couldn't be reasonably
explained in my mind.
"That's
enough now." I could barely speak the
words out loud but I knew I had to say
something before anything else happened.
Alex's fingers lingered a moment longer
around my ankles. "Really. That's
enough."
I fought
every instinct to surrender and began
struggling against his grip. Not an
aggressive struggle, but one intended to
politely inform Alex I wanted him to let
me go.
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