Yoga with Melanie?

You sit cross-legged on your yoga mat with your hands rested upon your knees, the bright sun of Southern Spain gently warms you to your core. Beside you Melanie sits the same way. You take a deep invigorating breath through your nose and let it out through your mouth. The refreshing coastal breeze is soothing to your nude body.

"Melanie."

"Yes Daddy?"

"Why are we naked?"

"It's hot. It's so hot in the jungle."

"The jungle..." Some part of your mind makes a connection. "...oh yeah. The jungle." You say as you look around the sandy beach.

"You should come home Daddy. You don't belong in a jungle." Melanie reaches over and places her hand on your side. She reveals her perky round breasts as she turns to you. You stare at them, she is smiling as she watches you look at her in that way.

"I'm sorry Laney, I've got to save Natali." You say.

Melanie runs her other hand up her body to cup her breast. "You're silly Daddy. You don't have to save Natali."

"I don't?"

She squeezes her firm yet supple breast with her little pink rosebud nipple. "Of course not. You have me Daddy. We don't need Natali or anyone else."

She tilts her body toward you, her blonde head going down down down. You sit there, doing nothing to stop it. She opens her lips and slips your suddenly hard cock into her pretty young mouth. She begins sucking, working up and down the shaft and knob. You look down at her, enjoying the sensation.

She glances up at you with her rich chestnut brown eyes...

"Ah!" You bolt up, the noise of the early morning forest greets you. Soo-yin stirs beside you, having been woken up by your start.

You say quietly. "Sorry Soo-yin, you can go back to sleep." But she was already rousing.

You glance annoyingly crotchward, irked by the presence of your morning wood. Those goddamn Melanie dreams, why won't they stop? You knew in your heart that Natali was truly the one for you, so why these dreams? What was your subconscious trying to tell you? Was it just the temptation of forbidden fruit? You shake your head, you had more important things to think about right now.

The night before you had made it as far as the bank of a river. Through the break in the canopy above the water you had seen the dark shape of the mountain, now in the first glow of the day you could see its rounded forested hump looming over the jungle. Somewhere up there was the idol. Dark steel colored clouds rumble beyond the mountain.

If it weren't for your sheer exhaustion sleep would have been impossible that night on the hard ground, with so much running through your mind. But sheer physical and mental fatigue got the better of you and you quickly plummeted into a deep slumber. You'd need that rest for the day ahead.

Soo-yin rolls onto her knees and brushes off some dirt and leaf litter, flicking away the odd ant or insect. The pair of you finish the water then refill the filter bottle from the river. You are lucky enough to enjoy a breakfast of leathery green zapote fruit, you had recognized them from having seen them in the markets of Bogata. They tasted like a bit like a bland mango. The nourishment was a welcome surprise. You take a few for later.

You and your black clad friend turn to look at your most immediate challenge, crossing the river.