The Jungle Wasn't The Only Place It Was Dangerous

I was thirteen that summer. My father, a geneticist, was invited to a large ranch in South America to help with a study of the genetic pool of an endangered species. He invited me go with him.

The ranch was large, an airplane was used to go from one side to another. The work my father was invited for was in the jungle. It was remote, far away, and dangerous. Out there everything is dangerous, the water, the plants, the things too small to see, and animals too big to fight. My father had a team with him. I was left at the farm house.

It was hot, humid. Sleeping under a fan, almost naked. The bath was a large tub, and a maid brought hot water. I had books to read, but wasn't allowed to walk around alone. A maid went with me, and a man with a gun walked behind. Where my father was there was only sporadic radio.

As I said I slept pretty much naked. I discovered masturbating, naked except for my underwear. The maid saw me, in the dark, she watched while I felt myself. The maid was with me. Then one morning early I went to the bathroom, the maid was naked. She was small, her breasts small, her pubic hair thick and covered a large area. She let me get in the bath with her, and she rubbed me gently, inserting a finger, then holding me and rubbing me hard.

We went out that next afternoon for a long walk. The man with the gun was always close, but not too close. We stopped by a stream. She helped me undress, and called him forward, and let him touch me before engaging in sex with me. She engaged in sex with him afterwards.

At night I was completely naked when she came beside me and got completely naked to get in bed with me. She used her hands and her mouth on my vagina to have sex with me. Then she invited the man with the gun to have sex with me.

When my father returned I ran to him, he apologized for leaving me. It was too dangerous in the jungle.