It
was Liberty's idea for the two girls to finally rid themselves of their
bikinis.
The gritty suntan lotion was proving a
constant irritant against the lush pink of their skin and now even the modest strips
of rayon had become intolerable.
The brunette gave her best friend an
impatient snort of assurance. No one was going to notice a couple of naked
girls bouncing around the Australian outback in a battered pick-up. After all,
they had to be at least a hundred and seventy miles from the nearest
civilisation.
The blonde was the more cautious of the two,
but she allowed herself to be persuaded by the evident emptiness of the endless
tracts of desert.
Rachel Moorhouse admonished herself to stop worrying.
It might even be fun. Two innocent
nineteen-year-olds gone au-naturel with
the wind in their hair.
What could possibly go wrong?
Liberty Dubonnet shrieked with laughter as
the brutal terrain caused their breasts to bounce wildly up and down in the
cab. The heat was overwhelming. Even with the windows wound fully down,
precious beads of moisture continued to pop all over their bodies.
The tender inner flesh of Liberty's crotch
was beginning to drive her crazy. She gave her pal an apologetic smile then
spread her feet atop the dashboard and angled her groin to take full advantage
of the air vents. The tepid stream of air about her sex gave at least an
illusion of relief. She decided to hell with convention. She used the tips of
her fingers to wipe the itchy beads of perspiration from her labia then threw
back her head and sighed with kittenish pleasure.
The truck hit a particularly uneven series of
bumps. The girls were forced to hang on for dear life to prevent the slick skin
of their naked bottoms sliding about the fake leather upholstery.
It was the very first week of their
Antipodean sabbatical from Oxford University. Ancient caves full of Stone-age
art awaited them in the bush somewhere far ahead and the promise of real
adventure beckoned.
Rachel dismissed her annoying big-sister
inclination toward caution and turned the radio up full blast. The erratic
performance of the engine had sometimes occasioned her to crease her pretty
forehead with worry, but the hardy old pick-up seemed unfazed by the occasional
bouts of wheezing and coughing. She decided to trust the nonchalant assurances
of the garage owner. He surely knew his stuff and what could the girls expect
for a hundred dollars anyway? A Rolls Royce?
It would be fine. It was only for a long
weekend. They'd been smart enough to pack enough water and food to last them
for several weeks. Their mobile phones were on charge in the cab and ready for
use in an emergency. They had GPS, for God's sake! Liberty had even brought
along her laptop.
There was nothing to worry about. Slowly but
surely, the blonde was beginning to relax with every passing minute of their
crazy journey.
Two hot babes alone in the bush. Both
deliciously nude, and assuredly free from the lascivious attentions of horny
male-kind. Who knew what wonders they might encounter on this most magical of
mystery tours?
A clump of eucalyptus trees promised a
welcome reprieve from the fireball in the sky. It might even provide an ideal
location for a picnic.
Rachel killed the radio. She parked the
vehicle and advised her pal to leave the doors open. The plastic seats had
become a sweating torment and the girls sighed with relief as the dry desert
wind soothed the tender pink of their bottoms. The blonde was about to switch
off the engine, but the thought of returning to an airless sweat-box made her
grimace.
She made a decision. She made sure the fans
were switched on full blast then she abandoned the truck with its motor still
running.
How glorious it was to be able to flounce
around bare-bottomed in nothing but a pair of flip-flops.
Her brunette pal had managed to locate a wild
flower. As Liberty bent over to sniff the yellow petals, Rachel took time to
cast an envious eye over the lithesome curves of her body.
She was gorgeous alright. A five-foot Madonna
boasting an hourglass figure topped by a cute pair of boobies the size of
freshly ripened cooking apples. Rachel was secretly jealous of Liberty's
sky-blue eyes and the cute spray of freckles that flared across her shoulders
and the uppermost borders of her modest bust-line.
The blonde was built on more generous lines.
She sported a pair of magnificent 38s, but the youthful elasticity of her body
ensured they remain jutting proudly upwards and outwards without the tiresome
aid of a bra. Under normal circumstances her chest measurements proved an
endless source of embarrassment for the Anthropology student. She was sick to
death of the repetitive sexist jokes she was forced to endure around campus,
but out here in the wilderness she was free at last to spread her limbs and
bask naked beneath the indifferent gaze of a benign mother nature.
There were no male pigs around now to ogle
the thrust of her nipples or the tantalising vee between her mammaries. No
testosterone-fueled morons to drool over her narrow waist and the curvaceous
succulence of her generous derrière.
The brunette suddenly squatted. She spread
her knees wide and let loose a golden stream of liquid that sparkled in the
sunlight. She gave her companion a cheeky grin then she sighed with exaggerated
pleasure.
'Liberty!' cried a shocked Rachel. 'What are
you doing?'
'Relax. No one can see us now, you silly
thing! We're in girly heaven!'
She was right. Rachel cocked an ear and
listened. She could hear nothing but the sighing of the wind through the
branches of the eucalyptus along with the intermittent chuntering of the engine
as it idled beneath the bonnet.
What the heck...
Her face began to redden but she willed
herself to lower her haunches. She had to admit it felt wonderful to feel the
fresh air wafting about her vagina and gaping anus. At first nothing happened,
but after a few pounding heartbeats the tension left her bladder and she was
finally able to relieve herself.
'Feels good, doesn't it?'
Liberty collapsed in a fit of giggles. She
cupped her breasts in her hands and rolled over onto her back, giving Rachel a
clear view of her artfully depilated sex-lips.
The blonde had drawn the line at a full shave
of her own nether regions. A careful plucking of the bikini line was about as
far as she was prepared to go. The modern penchant for the schoolgirl look
disgusted her feminine sensibilities.
Liberty seemed utterly shameless. She gripped
her ankles and forced her feet behind her head in a boastful display of
youthful suppleness. Rachel flushed in horror at the sudden rush of excitement
between her legs. She was powerless to arrest the wanton image of herself
methodically lathering Liberty's honey-pot and back passage with her tongue.
I'm not a lesbian!
But the recurring fantasy had come back to
haunt her. She gave a toss of her head in an effort to dismiss the perversion,
but a delicious horny thrill continued to writhe in the depths of her belly.
With Liberty's encouragement, the girls began
to explore their surroundings. Rachel gave the truck one last glance to satisfy
herself that all was in order then followed her friend beyond the shade of the
eucalyptus.
There was surely nothing to fear. They were
but two lost souls alone on a drifting planet. She sat down on the sand beside
Liberty to stare up at an impossible blue stretching seemingly without end
across the vast expanse of the horizon. It was breathtaking. She started when
Liberty reached for her hand in an innocent gesture of shared wonder. She
fought the pounding of her heart and gave the fingers a squeeze of girlish
solidarity. They sat quietly for a few moments, and then Liberty lay back and
closed her eyes. Rachel was suddenly overwhelmed by a bout of trembling. She
contrived to lie down alongside her friend until their shoulders and hips were
barely touching then she reached once more for her companion's fingers. Liberty
elicited no obvious resistance to the seemingly innocent gesture, and soon they
were both adrift in a deep and intimate slumber.
Rachel had thoughtlessly denied the pick-up a
similar surcease from its labours.
The temperature between the engine block and
the hood had finally become untenable.
The carburettor had been quietly leaking
petrol for the last thirty miles. Most of the inflammable liquid had vaporised
harmlessly in the air stream, but the doomed vehicle was now standing
stationary and sweltering beneath the full glare of the sun.
A growing pool of petrol began to feel with
volatile fingers about the surface of the crankshaft. Inevitably it began to
drip downwards until it encountered the reddened glow of the exhaust manifold.
The benzine gave a sudden hiss then it
exploded with rage. Within seconds the flames had leapt to envelope the fuel
lines and then the entire vehicle ignited.
Rachel took fatal seconds to attach any
significance to the sudden whumping sound.
Something wasn't right.
It took a moment for her to swim her way back
to consciousness and then she felt a thrill of unease.
She raised herself and twisted about to
locate the source of the disturbance. Her befuddled mind tried to make sense of
the strange apparition.
A pretty orange mushroom was growing ever
larger beneath the pick-up truck. It expanded and towered upwards until it
enveloped the entire vehicle. The windscreen suddenly exploded under the
intense heat and then Rachel began to scream.