You have to wait

"Oh, John, you are an eager boy." Amala coos contentedly as she slowly sits upright and pulls her knees up to her tits, "but we have work to do, so your pleasure will have to wait." With a gentle smile the captain's wife climbs to her feet and starts pulling on her clothes. Honestly, you don't understand why you have to wait; as hard as you are now after eating out Amala you doubt you'd last even three minutes with your cock wedged into her sex. You suspect Amala might be a little hesitant to get it on with you just a day or two after the **** of her husband.

"I understand, Ma'am, you don't have to do anything with me." You are going to have to slip away first chance you get and rub out a good one. The idea of spending another night pressed against this magnificent woman's lush body with the raging need that you are now experiencing makes you cringe. Luckily, Amala is already filling the cooler under the waterfall.

“I trust this water much more than what we'd get after the stream flows through all that jungle.” You hadn't really thought much about the bacteria and other parasites that could be swirling around in the water and try to remember how much of the flowing water you had tasted as you put together the fish trap under Amala's direction. The captain's wife lugs the sloshing container back to where you are standing and sets it down with a grunt at your feet. "It's pretty full, John, so I hope you're as strong as you look."

"Yes, Ma'am." You pick up the three-quarters full container and test its weight. Heavy, but not too bad - at least for the first few minutes. You get a good grip and start down the trail following Amala carefully. The last thing you want to do is slip and drop all this fresh water just as you get back to the beach. By five minutes into the return trip your arms are already burning, but Amala keeps moving down the trail and you grit your teeth and follow that swaying ass. You are actually surprised when suddenly the jungles foliage parts and you see the white sand and blue ocean water before you. Far more beautiful than the sea and sand though, is the sight of Amala crouching in the wet sand near the waterline.

"Good job, boy." She smiles and beckons you closer with her sand covered hand.

"I think you've earned a reward."