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Subject: {ASSM} Bookgirl Downunder - Chapter 04 (MF, rom, *very* slow, humil)
Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 18:10:07 -0400
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Bookgirl Downunder - Chapter 4

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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.
--
ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by
accident.

"You don -(TM)t reach Serendip by plotting a course for it. You have to set
out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings
serendipitously." - The Last Voyage Of Somebody The Sailor (The
Sindbad Saga)

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