He climbs through the Aussie outbackon a hot Summer’s day. Let’s just say that the weather wont freeze the balls off a brass monkey. So, she perseveres, pushing through the prickly scrub, cocooned in the still, shimmering, hazy air. Her skin is hot and sweaty despite the heat that is as dry as a nun’s nasty. Her breathing is labored from the exertion and she can feel the drag of the weighty back pack and the scratch of twigs against her bare legs. She tastes the eucalyptus like dusty menthol on her tongue.
As she walks, she hears rustling coming from a nearby bush. Curious, she creeps towards it. Who knows? she thinks. It may be the infamous Skippy the Bush Kangaroo!Or maybe even Kangaroo Jack!Surely, all Australians have a pet kangaroo in their backyard, don’t they? That is, if they aren’t eating it in some swankyrestaurant built exclusively for hob snobsor if certain people going by the name of “Robyn”aren’t making road kill out of them. John might be able to get me one too!All giddy and filled with excitement at the prospect, she carefully parts the leaves and peaks through. She gasps in horror at the site that greets her. Low and behold, there stands the crocodile hunter, built like a brick shit house; Steve Irwin; in the flesh… With his pants around his ankles and his clackeras clear as day. She has to squint to see just what it is that he is up to and she is mortified when her worst nightmare is confirmed! Steve is holding the crocodile by its back legs, tail over his shoulder as he thrusts his dongerup the croc’s ass time and time again. w00t Crocky style! He suddenly turns with the feeling that he and the croc are no longer alone. Hazel locks onto BLUE! “CRIKEY!”he exclaims, pulling out and grabbing for his shorts. Marlena attempts to run away but Steve quickly catches up to her. His eyes widen with surprise, “Holy Dooley, Jesus!Aren’t you that Sheilafrom Days of our Drearies?” Marlena, somewhat frightened, nods yes. “Well, let’s you and I get better acquainted and put a shrimp on the barbie ay?” As much as Marlena loves the idea of gettin’ down with an Aussie, she excuses herself and continues on her trek to find water… and John.
After a while, she comes across a pool in a gully. The water is striped by the sun and shade into stained-glass colors, and it tempts Marlena with the promise of a cool emerald heart. She undresses, pushing her hot, sticky clothes into a pile beside a gum tree. The koalainhabiting that particular tree happens to be quite territorial and as such gets extremely pissed, so he let’s her know it. The little buggertakes a gum nutand throws it, hitting Marlena square on the head. “Ouch! And I thought koala’s were calm, friendly animals,” she mutters, peeved. Oh well, yet another misconception!
She stands naked on the rocks, her body is dappled by patches of brightness and shadow as though she is a mosaic goddess. It is a very serene, perfect moment as Marlena takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with clean air… That is, until a rowdy blokedonning a hat from which corks hang haphazardly, opens his big fuckin’ mouth. Why it’s Rex Hunt!From Rex’s Fishing Adventures!”Good God woman! You’re well stacked!” he says leering at her. Not for the first time, Marlena stands there in shock trying to preserve her dignity by covering her breasts. After that most insightful outburst, Rex takes his fishing rod and is on his merry way. Marlena waits a while to ensure he is gone.
Slipping carefully into the water its green freshness bites at her, sliding like a lover’s hand around the crook of her ankles and up over her knees, making her skin tingle. The sensitive flesh of her thighs tenses at its touch and the ripples that cup her buttocks nudge and kiss like a cool tongue between her legs. She lifts handfuls of water letting the drops fall onto her breasts, watching the glittering streams outline her nipples, feeling the tickle of the water make them harden and pout.
She turns and slips into the smoothness of the pool. The water seemingly swallows her whole as it enfolds her; every last inch of her disappears beneath the silky surface. The sweat and dust sloughed away from her like a snakeskin, leaving her fresh, half mermaid, half siren.
She runs her hands over her new, sleek, marbled body, feeling the swelling of her breasts and the curve of her flanks; disowning them; imagining they belong to her husband as she allows the touch of her fingers and the movement of the water arouse her.
With a smile of exquisite pleasure she turns in time to see him standing on the opposite bank staring at her in awe. There is an answering tightness in her groin. The forest has conjured up a lover to answer her mounting river of desire; her husband standing tall and broad-shouldered, following her nakedness with a deliberate gaze.
He dives into the pool like a dolphin, cutting through the water, the lines of his body sprangled with tiny silver bubbles.
Marlena is poised for his touch. He is very still, but near. Although she cannot see him, she is aware of his every movement beneath the water; she anticipates him; his touch, so close to her sex. A wetness forms between her thighs that is not the lick of the pool. He swims around her like a fish and presses himself against her from behind, taking her buttocks in his hand. John cracks a fat. His doodleis hard and relentless against her back. She loves the feel of him as she presses back against him which only increases the pressure on him. He groans in her ear, biting at her lobe and moving down lower to assault her neck. His hands, his fingers span the width of her tummy, moving dangerously close to her lower abdomen, teasing her. Without warning he cups her sex and ruthlessly slips two fingers into the warmth between her thighs. He exclaims,
“Strewth, You’re wet!” She gasps at first at the arousing sensation and then nervously giggles at his attempt at Aussie slang. He strokes his strong fingers up and down her swelling center, between her hidden lips, until she is trembling with desire and the juices flow out of her like water. Her breathing is labored and he knows she is ready to cum.
John pulls away from her for a moment and glides around her body, swift and supple, teasing her with his trailing, insistent fingers, seeking out her most intimate places, pressing and nibbling until small cries escape her slightly parted lips and the orgasm builds like a waterfall inside her. Marlena thrusts her hips towards John as he parts her lips with his hand and slides the head of his penis dangerously close to where she needs it most. She slips her wet tongue into his ear and smiles devilishly. Her short breaths and tiny gasps excite him and send him closer to the edge. In a husky voice she whispers seductively to him, “why don’t you hmmm ohhhh… put your thingamibobin my thingamijig?!” That is all it takes. He slams into her hard and fast as she screams his name over and over. He watches her with fierce blue eyes and eggs her on further with words of encouragement as she arches her back towards him to get him closer and closer. The barrier that the water provides only incites him further; to push harder, to fill her completely with himself. Her wild screams of release, mingled with his, are something akin to a gun shot going off in the wilderness… The kookaburras shit bricks and simultaneously flutter out of a nearby tree squawking like crazy; Rex Hunt gets a stiffy because the only thing he’s been kissing lately is fish after having caught it. He tries to establish the source of those sounds just as he gets an insistent tug on his line. The fish pulls until Rex topples over the side of the boat and Steve, … well poor old Steve wouldn’t know what those sounds were if they hit him in the face… he remains oblivious and concentrates on rooting his crocodile. And somewhere… just somewhere out there in what you folks call “the boonies” and we Aussies call up “woop woop” there are two mule’s going at it, just outside Rah bin’s house.
The Jarlena Journal 