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Sexy
Dundee
Sent in by MickIt was a typical Darwin hot day; I had just
arrived at the airport to farewell my brother, who was returning to America
after a 3 months visit.
“See ya later Dundee” he yelled and laughed as he walked through
Customs and I stood quiet and embarrassed as a group of Japanese tourists
went crazy with their cameras taking my picture, Wow It’s Mick Dundee
one cried, you know the bloke who hunts crocodiles and takes you on a wild
tour through the tough Australian outback, said another, and all I could
do was smile and laugh while my brother stood at the plane entrance with
a great grin on his face, “I’ll get you yet you Bastard”
I cried and then left, walking straight over to the bar to have a couple
of stubbies to try and curb my anger.
After a while the Japanese tourists got sick of photographing me and left,
and it was then that I saw her, a redhead with fire in her eyes, ruby red
lips and a set of legs that I could imagine would be able to help in doing
some fantastic bed gymnastics.
Ha who was I to be thinking like this, I would have a snowballs chance in
hell of getting her into my truck, let alone getting into her pants. I sighed
and turned away when I sensed, then smelt her presence,” Hi, My name
is Megan” she said, “your not really Mick Dundee are you, he
was just a character in a movie.
I was ready with a smart arsed comment but when I turned around it froze
on my lips, my adam’s apple bobbed like a cork in the sea, and I knew
without looking that my cock was just about to burst through the side of
my shorts, she was a goddess, the closest thing to perfection that I had
seen.
No I said, that was my brother just being a smart arse, but the tourists
think it’s great and I get a few more on my tours through the outback.
She laughed and showed her brilliant white teeth and the tip of her pink
tongue darted through her lips like a snake hissing, tours in the outback,
tell me more, she cried.
After telling her about the tours, I sat back and allowed myself a good
old perv, oh Christ, she was a stunner, it suddenly dawned on me that I
knew nothing about her apart from her name, Just as I opened my mouth to
speak, she said she was interested in the next tour and ask for directions
to the pickup spot, I gave her directions to the garage. “See you
on Thursday, Dundee” she laughed as she walked through the doorway
and don’t forget your camera.
This comment puzzled me but I just shook my head, finished my beer and retired
to the truck to get some shuteye, but all I could think of was Megan, a
redhead with fire in her eyes and what seemed to be happiness in her heart.
Thursday finally arrived and I showered, shaved and shampooed, I felt like
a school kid going on his first date, I made sure my clothes were clean,
especially the jocks! Checked that the equipments (tents etc) were in the
truck and off I went.
I drove slowly into the driveway of the garage and my heart sank, there
were no tourists in sight, but worst of all, there was no Megan.
I sat and smoked and at some time must have fallen asleep because suddenly
a smooth hand grabbed my arm and an angelic voice whispered, “come
on wake up I’m ready to go”.
I opened my eyes and saw Megan, dressed or I should say nearly dressed in
a shirt with cut off sleeves and a pair of cut off jeans, Gees she had a
figure that would stop traffic and definitely cause a pile up. I looked
around and I couldn’t quite understand why there was no one else there.
“It looks to be just you and I”, I said trying to keep my voice
from shaking, she laughed and said, “So it is let’s go”
I started the truck up and off we went, after a few miles the sound of
the truck lulled her to sleep and I watched as she slept, her breasts
rising and falling, she gave little murmurs now and then and I wondered
if she was having an erotic dream, I looked again and saw her erect nipples
poking out of her shirt and as I watched her hand moved slowly toward
her pussy and as she gently rubbed her mound, my cock sprung to attention,
my mouth went dry and I hungered as I looked at this goddess in the seat
next to me, I suddenly looked up and saw a herd of water buffalo on the
road and hit the brakes, Megan woke with a start and an embarrassed look
on her face, I asked her if she was OK, I’m fine she snapped, I’m
just so bloody tired from this heat, I replied, not to worry we will soon
be at base camp. She grunted a reply and turned to face the window and
I saw a small smile flicker upon her lips
The rest of the trip was quiet and Megan gazed intently at her surrounds,
Wild Country she said, goes with the wild men I’ve met here and
she laughed, a deep throaty laugh that made me want her more and more.
For most of the next few days we explored the countryside and I found
myself falling helplessly in love, but I was too afraid and embarrassed
to let my feelings be known, What would a stunning girl like this want
with a middle-aged, balding, guy like me, she could have the pick of the
crop and then some more if she wanted to.
Our last night on tour arrived too quickly and to my surprise Megan said
that she had a small confession to make, I listened with astonishment
as she stated the reason no other tourists had turned up at the garage
was because she had notified all the local hotels that I was sick and
thus there would be no tour that week.
I stared at her angrily and spoke in a quiet and determined manner, you
don’t understand do you, I said, the tourists are my lifeblood,
and without them and their cameras and money I can’t survive.
I walked angrily off and noticed a tear glisten on her cheek, “I’m
so sorry, she said, let me pay you for the trouble I have caused, I only
wanted to spend sometime alone with you she whispered, With me, I roared,”
what the fuck do you want with me”.
“I love you,” she cried and I have ever since I saw you, no
one has treated me like the lady you have.
I looked at her and laughed, your bloody joking aren’t you?
She walked into my outstretched arms and our mouths hungrily meet, my
hands caressed her smooth silken body and she gasped as she felt my manhood
harden against her, “Take me” she cried, “here under
the stars and the moon make love to me”. I undressed her slowly
and teased her nipples with my tongue until they were both erect, her
breasts were like ripe melons, firm and soft and I busied myself getting
to know them, she eased my shorts down and caresses my swollen cock, I
slipped a finger into her moist pussy and she gasped with excitement,
take me, I want you, all of you she cried.
At that moment the thunder of hooves and a shot were heard and a group
of buffalo trampled through the trees being chased by the Jones brothers,
the looked leeringly at Megan, “Hey Look Dundee’s got a tramp”,
before I could move, Megan grabbed the shotgun and let off a blast in
their direction, they drove away laughing out loud, that the broad was
the only one that could shot a load, cause Dundee hadn’t had a women
since his Misses upped and left him with that rich Yankee banker 20 odd
years ago.
My anger boiled over and I stormed off into the darkness, upon my return
the fire had died down and Megan was sleeping in her tent, her back to
me.
The next day was a quiet and sullen drive to the airport; Megan upon awakening
had informed me that she was leaving today on the 2 o’clock flight.
At the airport she gave me a curt goodbye and without a second glance
walked through the customs gates and out of my life, or so I had thought.
3 weeks later I received a parcel in the mail from the US, and I wondered
what my brother had sent me.
It was not from my brother, but from Megan, a collection of photos, that
showed on closer inspection, not just her in stages of undress, but also
had been taken each night of our tour together.
I sat back and smiled as I looked through the photos and thought, what
a wicked sense of humour Megan had, here was me every night with a raging
hard on having wet dreams about her, and she was taking nude pictures
of herself, I then noticed a hand written note in the envelope, “Hope
these pictures get you off until I get back, and then we will start up
were we left off”.
I thought to myself yeah sure.
3 days later there was a loud commotion outside my door, I opened it and
their stood Megan, totally naked, except for a wicked smile on her face,
“Are you going to let me in?” she asked, or am I going to
suffer a severe case of sunburn, I laughed and moved across to let her
in. It was then that I noticed a large number of tourists on the road,
some with hands on cameras, a lot with hands on cocks, I turned away and
started to go inside when a few voices cried out, “No tour for couple
of weeks, Dundee?”
I turned around, laughed and shook my head, “sorry, I’ll let
you know, I walked inside, Megan looked up and smiled, “You betcha
that there won’t be any tours, You’ve got 20 years of fucking
to catch up on” and I’m here for the ride, By the way did
you know that the rich banker your wife pissed off with, was my stepfather?
He died 2 years after she arrived in the US and she didn’t get a
cent, last I heard of she was working the strips in LA, I laughed, “Yeah
and I bet the bitch is starving”
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