Head to the coast

"We can't be far from the coast," you say. "If we keep heading in the right direction we have to get there before nightfall. If we can't find a boat then maybe we can just follow the coast until we find something else."

Lenny agrees and you set off, both of you more mindful than before of the dangers of the jungle. Unfortunately, the same problem you were having before the plant girl continues. Neither of you is very good at navigating the dense and disorienting jungle.

"We're lost," Lenny finally says, mopping sweat form his forehead. "It'll be dark soon too."

He's right on both counts, but you're not quite ready to give up. Searching the immediate area you locate a particularly large tree that seems to extend above the jungle canopy.

"I'm going to climb it," you announce.

"I'll guard the bottom," Lenny quickly offers and you can't help butt feel his gaze burning a hole in your toned backside as you turn away. Real helpful.

The base of the tree is a mountain of roots and very easy to climb. You get a bit higher and still find toe-hols in the textured trunk. Your squatting posture as you go up no doubt gives Lenny more of what he is looking for with your buns flexing in your tight khaki shorts. Snakes and bugs infest the branches, but they are the normal sort of jungle animal and do not threaten your ascent.

Finally, you break through the top of the canopy and into the late afternoon light. You can hardly believe what you see. The rocky coast, and some sort of boathouse, are only a mile distant. It looks like there is even a boat bobbing inside the covered boathouse. You may be almost back where you started, but you were almost to the coast already. A little further south, maybe three or four miles, you also see a small resort or village along a more gentle section of beach coast. You can even see people walking around. It would be a more arduous journey, but the promise of civilization is heartening.

With excitement you begin your descent. Somehow, about two-thirds of the way down, you lose your toe-hold. Your legs slip out from underneath you and you are just barely able to grab the branch with both hands as you slip. You immediately realize you are weakening from exertion. You can't hold on. Looking down, the fall is just in the danger zone.

"It's okay," shouts Lenny. "I've got you."

No way. He can't catch you from--

You lose your grip and go plummeting through the air, blond hair whipping above you, arms flailing uselessly. You land with enough **** to knock the air out of you, but you collided with something soft. It takes you a moment as you regain your breath with a gasp and look down. Looking up at you with a smile on his pudgy face is Lenny and he not only has his hands on your ass, you can feel him prodding at your mound through the groin of your shorts.

"My hero," you say with a bit of sarcasm. He must not get it, because his smile doesn't waiver.

"Gotcha," he says and grinds up and into you ever-so-slightly. "Do I get a kiss?"

He puckers up his lips.