Tony_Ford Lisa lowered the paperback novel that she was reading and raised her eyes to the wooden porch. The swing seat moved gently beneath her, the old but comfortable cushions supporting her petite frame easily as she reclined upon it, her lovely legs stretched out, ankles crossed. The varnish on the planked deck was peeling in places and had long since lost its lustre, just like her life. She didn’t need to look at the wooden lodge behind her to get that same sense of ‘was beautiful once’ that surrounded the property.She marked the page and tossed the book down on the seat her feet, uncrossing her ankles and stretching her toes, settling herself comfortably. The overhanging canopy protected her from the sun’s fierce rays if not the dry, desperate heat of the afternoon. Beyond the worn and weathered railings there stretched a breathtaking panorama of sun-baked earth, scorched shrubs and brush, and trees burned bare the sun. All the way to the horizon beneath a perfect blue sky was the wild and primitive land that was Africa.From the front of the old wooden house the view was the same but the horizon in that direction was broken a thick wall of green that promised water holes and wildlife beyond. There wasn’t that promise out back, only the outback, intimidating, dangerous and yet exciting. Unlike her life.Lisa adjusted the thin straps of her bikini top and considered removing it. It would certainly be cooler and there was nobody to see anything after all, not another soul for miles around nor even another house. She could even remove the high cut bottoms in complete privacy despite the lack of fences and gates if she chose to. She had before. The pure white bikini sat well against the healthy golden glow of her beautifully tanned and soft skin, and there were no tan lines beneath. Her long hair was tied tight in a single ponytail, its normally beige-blonde colour bleached the sun to the palest blonde it had ever been, and seemed to match the washed-out paleness of her startling blue eyes that shone like polished crystals in her beautiful face in contrast to her soft, pink lips and glowing skin.She rested her head back against the wing of the seat back, her eyes scanning the distance without seeing it. It had all seemed so wonderful and romantic at first, moving temporarily to Africa with her husband who had been chosen his employers to make the first surveillances of the land and plans for extending the supply of fresh, clean water from where it stopped at their house to beyond the trees and into the heart of the land to the remote Zulu settlements. Then, being married to Scott had also seemed wonderful and romantic once too.Lisa had been a receptionist at Scott’s office. Scott had been the dashingly handsome, dark haired and sultry eyed guy ‘on the up’, a real high flyer. He’d all but swept her off her feet and she’d fallen hard and fast, as much enrapt with him as the luxurious lifestyle of top of the range cars, fancy hotels and penthouse living. He hadn’t just made love to her back then, he’d all but worshipped her body with his, the master of the sensual and erotic, the intense. She’d felt like a Goddess with him. Accepting his proposal had been a no-brainer.How could she ever have foreseen a time when the luxury lifestyle would be replaced , in comparison, roughing it in the outback? How could she have foreseen a time when being a Goddess was no longer enough? How could she have known that being loved like that would ultimately bore her, that she would want, yearn, to be thrown down and thoroughly fucked someone who didn’t even care if she ‘got hers’? It had happened once.She’d been dating Scott for a short time, just a handful of months, though hadn’t yet given herself to him sexually. She’d known that she would though, as women do. Another high-flyer in the office had also noticed her, he the consummate bad boy with his dirty blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and muscles on his muscles, all arrogance and ego. She’d noticed Stephen readily enough, as all the women had. He was the proverbial match that when played with, ultimately burned. She carried those delicious scorch marks with her even now, five years on.Lisa closed her eyes and sighed softly, remembering. Scott had been away on business and there’d been a company evening at a local hotel, what should have been a routine party and nothing more. She’d already been looking forward to seeing Scott at the weekend, going away with him on his boat. She’d been anticipating their first time together. She’d been twenty-two then, not inexperienced but not a tramp either.Stephen had seen his opportunity and seized it. Lisa had heard all of his cheesy lines before and never fallen for them, but he’d had that air of cock-sure certainty about him that had just drawn her in. She’d forgotten all about Scott. He’d offered to drive her home and they’d somehow ended up at his place ‘for a drink’ en route. He’d taken the opportunity to change out of his ‘monkey suit’, the standard, formal tuxedo for company affairs. She’d opted for the classic ‘little black dress’ and heels.He’d returned wearing just some swimming shorts, his lean, hard chest devoid of hair. His powerful, thick arms had guided her poolside beneath a sky laden with stars where he’d poured her champagne and paid her a barrage of compliments. She’d like to have blamed her light-headedness on the drink, on the superb evening, on the gorgeous hunk of a body being cockily displayed for her, even her own na vet , but she’d wanted him, really wanted him, and he’d known it.Lisa slipped the slender fingers of her hand beneath the bikini top as her mind took her back. Her nipples responded, already swollen tight and tingling, and she wasn’t even aware that her thighs had parted as her other hand smoothed a course over her belly and her deliciously smooth sex to wriggle beneath the white lycra amidst the soft wetness of her desire.She saw him once again taking her in his arms, kissing her hot and hard as his hands had travelled her gorgeous body. He hadn’t asked, he’d just helped himself. She’d felt her dress slip from her without knowing how he’d unfastened it, or even caring. He’d sat her down on a sun-lounger beside the pool and devoured her like a starving man, her breasts, her legs, and the sodden flesh between. His shorts discarded, he’d thrust his long, thick cock into her and she’d arched her back and moaned for him, lost in the hedonistic pleasures of her total seduction, her capitulation to him.He’d fucked her, and hard. She’d had no idea for how long nor did it matter because the stars above had become fireworks that went off in her mind with regular and dazzling effect as her surrender had been complete and unconditional. Eventually he’d emptied himself deep inside her, very deep she remembered, her legs over his shoulders and her ankles crossed tight behind his neck.She squirmed on the swing seat, her fingers flying over her clit and plunging into her wet sex as her other hand released a breast from the bikini and pulled hard at the throbbingly tight nipple that it found. Her back arched and she moaned again for Stephen, her mind spinning and her body convulsing in long, satisfying shudders that left her limp, drained, and panting hard.Lying there as she calmed from her own ministrations, she remembered the rest of it. The naked, moonlight swim, the intense even savage fucking afterwards as he’d used her for nothing but his own pleasure, though she’d taken plenty herself, almost despite him. Then afterwards he’d made a phone call, thrown her dress at her and told her a cab would pick her up and just strolled off to his bed, his glorious body still dripping from the pool and with sweat, his handsome cock swinging against his thighs.He’d hardly spoken to her since, and during the weekend that had followed she had slept with Scott for the first time, so different, so beautiful. Stephen had even attended their wedding. She’d seen his leer at her, and his triumphant sneer at Scott, who hadn’t even noticed as he’d only had eyes for her. He still only had eyes for her, yet she yearned for the bastard that had thrown her down and fucked her, and then dumped her with hardly a word afterward.Lisa swung her gorgeous legs over the swing seat and planted her bare feet on the old wooden flooring, felt the heat radiating from it into her soles. Africa! She just wanted to go home to civilisation, life without dust, with luxury bathrooms and running hot water, to fine clothes and fine dining, where maybe Scott would be enough again and all would be well. She stood and trooped into the ramshackle old house to get a drink, knowing that her solitude would continue at least until the following day, until Scott returned from the settlement. Then she’d tell him that she wanted to go home, that she’d had enough. He might as well be alone anyway, she saw even less of him here than she did at home!- – - – -Scott returned to the truck, shaded partly the remains of a long dead tree. His skin was burnt a dark bronze the sun, his khaki shorts looking almost white in comparison. He’d never had a problem with extreme weather, one way or the other, but the heat was blistering.He dropped his heavy kit bag onto the bed of the truck and flipped open the lid of the cooler box. The bottled water inside was luke warm, but it was wet and he drank deeply. Tossing the bottle aside he shoved the wide-brimmed hat back from his forehead and felt the sweat that had gathered under its band dribble towards his eyes and streak down his temples.He raised a hand to his forehead and wiped it quickly. It felt like he was on fire. He could feel sweat running down his back and the waistband of his shorts were damp from it, stained darkly it. If he didn’t know better he’d think he had some sort of a fever, but he was up to date with his jabs and tabs, never missed one of them. It was just so hot.Scott unrolled a straw mat in the shadiest part of the land and tossed his hat onto the flat bed of the truck before sitting down. A small cloud of dust accompanied him but quickly settled.He’d just about finished surveying the best route for the pipeline that would link the supply of water from near the lodge they were using to the three remote settlements inhabited the Zulu, with whom he’d also made contact. Communicating had been difficult, but they’d welcomed him and soon understood about pipes and clean, fresh water. They’d seen it elsewhere, at other such settlements.There was one Zulu with whom he thought he could communicate best. They had no real words between them, or at least not many, but they seemed to understand each other just the same. Scott called him Zulu, because he had been unable to solicit any other response from him regarding his name. He was fit and athletic looking, his body nothing but muscle beneath a polished skin of dark chocolate brown. He had some seniority in the group and was perhaps in his late thirties or early forties. They had established a trust of sorts. It helped.Theirs was a primitive life, harsh to say the least, yet they knew no other way and wouldn’t take it if they did. This was their land, their heritage, why would they? They’d lived this way for centuries after all. Still, a supply of proper water would be a blessing to them, rather than the phenomenal trek for it every day. Their animals drank in the water holes where the people also washed, but they couldn’t drink that as they well knew. They didn’t understand bacteria and science, but they knew well enough what made them sick.He was proud of what he and his company were doing. The financial costs were huge and the publicity great, but to him it was about bringing something of the modern age to these people, the most basic of commodities that was taken for granted back home. He’d undertaken all the work with genuine enthusiasm, but it was hard going and he missed Lisa, even though he’d only been away from her for two days now. It felt like longer. He hadn’t wanted to bring her to this barren world, but he hadn’t been able to leave her behind either. He lay down on his back, his eyes closing, the heat sapping him of strength. There wasn’t even a breath of a breeze to cool him. He’d relax for a little while and then start back. He’d stay at the settlement overnight and then start the long, painfully slow drive back to the lodge at first light, back to his beautiful wife. He knew that she’d be missing her luxuries, and some of the basics, including the fine dining and the salons that she really didn’t need. Even he missed the fine dining! He’d just about die for an ice cold beer right then!He imagined Lisa and a smile softened his tired features. She was the all-original beautiful, blue-eyed blonde and deliciously proportioned with her glorious curves and satin soft skin. He’d been besotted with her from the day she’d started at his firm as a receptionist, had known that she was ‘the one.’ He’d made huge overtures at her and had even beaten off that sleazy scumbag Stephen whom she hadn’t even looked twice at. He could even remember the frosty, almost contemptuous look that she’d thrown at the poor bastard on their wedding day. Ha! The smile became a grin momentarily, then faded.He and Lisa were great together, almost soul mates. Sometimes he wished she’d be a little more adventurous in bed, but she’d shown scant interest in experimenting on the few occasions that he’d suggested something new, so he hadn’t pushed her. He would never want her to do anything for him that she didn’t want to do herself and so was happy to restrain that side of himself for her because everything else was so perfect. He was just as much in love with her now as he had been five years ago, maybe even more so.He looked up through the dead branches of the tree at the cloudless blue sky above, his eyes suddenly losing focus and his stomach recoiling nauseously before just as quickly settling. Scott sat up, a little dizzy and disoriented. Maybe he was ill? He dismissed the thought. He’d probably just been overdoing things. He hauled himself to his feet and rolled up the mat, turning to throw it into the truck. Before he fully realised it he was leaning heavily against the truck to steady himself as his legs struggled to hold him upright and the dizziness was back, but once again in only a fleeting way.Not too concerned, he climbed into the cab and started up the old motor, then amidst grating gears and a choking belch of dark smoke, the truck lurched forward towards the settlement, beyond which lay the lodge and the love of his life. Once he could get there he could work out the job specification for the new, extended pipeline and send in the contractors, his job done. Then he could take Lisa home. It wouldn’t be long now. the time he reached the Zulu settlement the sun was a burning orange circle low on the horizon, the sky a blazing purple and pinkish mauve, the spikes of trees and mountains silhouettes in the distance. The temperature had dropped a little, but Scott was still burning up and desperately thirsty.He was welcomed back with food and water the Zulu, people who had nothing to speak of yet would happily share all of what they did have. Maybe it was the promise of the water, but Scott chose to believe that that was just how they were. He was well used now to the sight of their near total nudity, though they still looked upon him with some amusement, he thought.He retired early and somewhat unsteadily to a hut that they had allowed him to use, and settled down upon his cot in a bath of sweat and with a nagging ache at his temples. He took his tabs again faithfully before closing his eyes, the sounds of the people and the nightlife so close, yet seemingly so far away.Scott slept fitfully, restlessly, as his temperature rose and the fever took hold of his brain, sending him a jumble of bizarre images that he couldn’t compute, images of Lisa doing sordid, sleazy things with faceless men, even women, things he knew weren’t real but that scared him anyway. He saw images of himself with his secretary, abusing her nastily over his desk, roughing her up. He rolled to his side and vomited, then lay back weakly in his cot, unaware of Zulu standing beside him, a concerned frown upon his face as he called for his woman, or one of them.They nursed him through the night. Even if they had been able to understand his language they would have struggled to make sense of his barely coherent, fevered words of his fears and desires expressed in raw and earthy ways. the time that the sky had shown the first signs of lightening for the new day he had quietened down but was still a long way from well. They had to get him back to his lodge, they decided, and Zulu took it upon himself to rig a papoose that he could drag behind him. It would be a good day’s walk and heavy work, but he was used to that.”Get me home Zulu,” Scott had pleaded, unable to open his eyes for fatigue, “Lisa will reward you, ask her, she’ll take care of me.”"Lee-sah ree-wod,” Zulu copied.”Yes, yes, anything you want, just get me to her,” he pleaded, then he’d lost his tenuous grip on consciousness and returned to the crazy world of his jumbled and fevered brain.- – - – -Lisa shut off the rudimentary shower and shuddered as the last of the cold water dripped onto her naked body. It felt wonderful after the heat of another long and lonely day, though she wasn’t entirely sure whether it was the cold water that had stiffened her nipples but the moisture between her thighs was definitely not cold.She stepped from the wooden shower enclosure that was separate from the lodge and slipped into flip flops to cross the dusty yard to the back porch, the warmth of the dying sun warming her beautiful, naked form, her hair loose and slapping wetly against her back as she moved with feline grace. Her mind had relentlessly teased her with lustful dreams, mainly of Stephen, all of the previous night and much of the day. She had relieved herself twice during the day and yet still the aching lust resided stubbornly within her. Lisa kicked off the footwear as she climbed the three steps to the porch and reached for the towel that she had left there in readiness. She dried herself gently, then sat on the swing seat to moisturise her body with her favourite lotion. There was never much dusk between daylight and night out there, and darkness took the lodge into another, altogether different world. The night sky was so clear that the stars seemed to almost reach down to her, the moon a huge silver orb in the background. All manner of night creatures made their calls like some nocturnal orchestra and yet still it was easily warm enough to sit naked on the porch. She chose not to, though, and slipped into a white satin robe that ended at the top of her thighs and gave her a modicum of modesty. She kept her hair loose to air dry. It wouldn’t take long.She had expected Scott back that day and was a little worried and somewhat frustrated that he hadn’t appeared, though there was still time. Sighing, she went indoors to fix herself something to eat, thankful at least for the generator that provided electricity but wishing that she had at least radio contact with Scott, or anyone for that matter.The lodge was nothing more than a large room within which there was a basic kitchen area with a rattling old fridge and stove, and other areas that served as living room and bedroom. One corner was newly petitioned off, behind which was a chemical toilet and a table with a bowl and a jug of tepid water. These were her ‘luxuries’ and she hated them.As she was clearing away the remnants of her meal she heard noises on the front porch and was momentarily alarmed. She hadn’t heard the old truck’s labouring engine so knew it wasn’t Scott, but something large was out there. The door flew open and a giant of a black man stood there, his skin shining in the artificial light and coated with a fine sheen of sweat which she could even smell. The fresh, rugged scent of him appealed to her.