The late after sun was still hot as it beat down on the hood of the old Landie. The roof had been removed a long time ago and the open top allow the still warm air to engulf our bodies as we drove to the water hole. The late season rains had not yet started and cicada beetles incessant noise could be heard in the warm afternoon air over the sound of the vehicle. The dry conditions seemed to lift the dust a metre from behind the back tyres of the vehicle as we drove and every time we turned with the wind, a small amount of powdery dust filled out nostrils. The sweat was beading on our heads under our wide brimmed hats and I could feel the moisture under my shirt. Yours a neat woven straw hat with a white band, which lightened your khaki loose fitting dress outfit that was gathered at your waist with a sash. This slightly gave away your glorious form, still a neat package after all these years. Your eyes still had that naughty spark of a few years ago and being next to you alone still got the hairs on my body to rise with excitement.

We sat in silence as we scanned excitedly the environment around us, looking for those elusive forms of wildlife that our African bush can present at any moment. Pictures and sights that imprint in our minds and mark memories for many years to follow. Linking an animal or occurrence in the wild with a memory of a place, people. As we arrived at the waterhole the old bull elephant we were looking for was drinking out of a mud hole which he had opened with his feet and trunk. He was alone.

We parked next to the Diesel engine, an old two stage lister pump. The old guy had finished drinking and was starting to move off as I attached the metal sling arm to the keyed central connection jutting out the engine and started turning. With a little momentum I pushed forward the first lever and putting in all my effort was able to throw the second lever which resulted in the tuk, tuk, tuk start of the engine. I engaged the clutched belt pulley and the air first, then water slowly started pumping into the empty cement dam next to the waterhole. Feeling the sweat running off my body and slightly out of breath, I looked up and you were staring at me. Our eyes met and held. You smiled, those naughty eyes revealing your thoughts in no uncertain terms.

The concrete dam, next to the waterhole was now clear. I immediately removed my clothes and ran naked to the first rung of the rusted steel stepladder and was in the dam with a splash. I turned and looked in the direction that the old bull had departed and was momentarily startled with a splash, turning quickly I caught a glimpse of pale flesh under the water. As we moved closer together, I first felt your legs. My arms were quickly around your waist and I felt your lithe body in my hands and pulled you in closer whilst facing you. The cool water had changed the heat of the day on our bodies and I felt the residual warmth of your skin against mine. The naked freedom was intoxicating and hunger in us both, kept us entwined. You laughed as you felt me harden against your smooth skin. We kissed, our mouths lingering on each other and we moved closer together, positioning where we both felt the comfortable. Your pert nipples were tight and pink under my thumb as I encircled them and replaced them with my warm mouth. Your breathing started to change and I was feeling out of breath. The bushveld silence was intoxicating...............No one, quiet, still. Running my hands freely over your back and down to your buttocks, pushed me over the line of no return. Soft and smooth, perfection. I had really missed that body, the connection. As the water cooled us you started getting cold, so we climbed out naked. My old blanket was all we had to dry off with and as I laid the blanket down after drying off, we both sat in the warm afternoon sun and again started kissing. Your lips, your neck, your ears, your chest, each breast individually received its due attention. Your stomach, tracing your centre line over your navel. I stopped, looked into your eyes and flicked the top of your clitoris with my tongue, then circled it all down there gently, your lips were now gently engorging and I loved it.......every second. Back on your clitoris and looking into your beautiful eyes I watched as my tongue started to do its magic. Your eyes told me you were happy, your face told me to carry on......just there. I slipped a finger into you gently and your hips rose. Gently starting to move my hand, you gasped, my tongue continuing its work a little harder now. A sucking sound escaped my lips as every now and then as I sucked your clitoris into my mouth, oblivious to the sound, the intensity of your breathing quickened and deepened.

You begged for me to enter you. I moved up from down under, keeping my fingers moving where my mouth was. We kissed deeply and passionately as I gently entered you, slowly working my way into wet warmness and you responded with your hips setting the pace for my thrusting, which intensified with your intensity. The odd shudder passed over your beautiful body as I felt your need mounting. My hands now fully on your breasts and gently massaging whilst our bodies rhythmically moved us closer to that moment. Suddenly, the shuddering now narrowed into one continuous shudder as your body contracted to the first orgasmic contraction, your gasp out loud, filled the silence and I kept the rhythm going as your legs encircled my lower body and held me in you as your body road out the desire that had been withheld from each other for so long. As your contractions ended so my body released it's pent up load and we kept moving together until we were both spent. The silence was deafening as we looked into each other eyes, awakening again to the beautiful surroundings. The barbet started it's telephonic shill call as if in awe after the moments respect it gave two lovers. The afternoon warmth, now blissful on the blanket of love as the afterglow engulfed us both. The cold bottle of dry sparkling wine and two flutes sat between us as we discussed the missing years until the sunset started coloring the sky in the bushveld color palette we were so accustomed to. We sat in awe of each other and the sky and the amazing Bushveld encounter we had both needed and experienced.