Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 752: Maya’s Flustered “Don’t Look”

Rachel eventually dozed off, her head still resting against my shoulder. Her breathing slowed and evened out as sleep finally took over.

I carefully glanced back toward the bamboo house. Through the open doorway, I could see that both Maya and Mom had also fallen asleep inside. Satisfied that no one was watching, I adjusted my arm around Rachel, pulling her a little closer so she could lean against me more comfortably.

The soft, full weight of her breast pressed warmly against my side through the thin, barely-there leaf bra as she slept. Every slow breath she took made the soft flesh shift slightly against me.

The night passed quietly. By the time the first pale light of dawn began to filter through the trees, the fire had burned down to glowing embers — the last of the wood had been used up.

Victoria was the first to wake. She stepped out of the bamboo house, stretching slightly, and her eyes immediately landed on the scene by the dying fire: Rachel fast asleep with her head on my shoulder, my arm still wrapped around her, the soft curve of her breast clearly molded against my side.

A small, knowing, slightly smug smile tugged at the corner of Victoria’s lips as she looked at the two of us. She didn’t say anything right away, simply folded her arms and watched with quiet amusement.

A few minutes later, Rachel stirred, blinking sleepily as she realized the intimate position she was in. She quickly sat up, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, and mumbled a soft good morning while discreetly adjusting the leaf bra that had shifted during the night.

Maya also emerged from the shelter shortly after, still looking a little tired. The leaf outfit clung to her body in the early morning light, the heavy swell of her breasts straining against the limited coverage of the leaf bra, deep cleavage on full display.

Once everyone was awake, the practical needs of the morning set in. We had no food left, and the fire was nearly dead. I stood up and stretched.

”I’m going to try to catch some fish,” I said. ”There’s a stretch of shallow water not far from here that looked promising yesterday when I was exploring.”

Maya immediately spoke up, her voice still slightly husky from sleep.

”I’ll come with you. It’s better if no one goes off alone.”

Victoria raised an eyebrow but didn’t object.

Rachel, still a little flustered from waking up against me, offered to stay behind and try to restart the fire with whatever dry material she could find.

Maya and I left the clearing and walked along the shoreline until we reached a calm, rocky section of the coast where the water was clear and only knee- to waist-deep near the edge. Several dark shapes of small fish could be seen moving between the rocks.

I spent a few minutes searching the area and managed to find a long, relatively straight branch. Using a sharp-edged stone, I carefully sharpened one end into a crude but serviceable spear.

Then I showed Maya how to stand still in the shallows and wait for the fish to come close enough before striking.

”The key is patience,” I explained in a low voice. ”If you move too much, they scatter. Wait until one swims directly under the tip, then thrust straight down. Don’t stab at an angle or the water will throw your aim off.”

Maya watched intently, nodding. She stepped into the water after me. The cool seawater rose up her smooth, tanned legs, first to her calves, then to mid-thigh.

The leaf skirt floated and clung wetly around her thighs, the high slits parting with every small movement and revealing long stretches of bare skin.

The thin leaf bra became even more revealing as it absorbed water; the heavy, full weight of her massive breasts pulled the makeshift garment downward slightly, deepening the already dramatic cleavage and making the large, dark areolas faintly visible through the wet leaves whenever she moved.

The two of us stood a few meters apart, spears ready, waiting in silence. The morning sun reflected off the water and off the wet curves of Maya’s body — the soft underside of her heavy tits, the narrow indent of her waist, the full flare of her hips.

For a while neither of us had any luck. Then I managed to spear a decent-sized fish on my third attempt. I lifted it out of the water and tossed it onto the dry rocks behind us.

Maya’s eyes lit up with determination. Her wet breasts rose and fell with a deeper breath, the leaf bra straining against the movement.

She adjusted her stance, gripping her own sharpened stick tightly. The motion made her heavy tits sway heavily inside the soaked leaf bra. A small silver fish swam near her feet. She lunged.

The sudden movement, combined with the slippery rocks underfoot, made her lose her balance completely. Maya’s eyes widened as her foot slid out from under her.

”Ah—!”

She fell backward into the deeper part of the shallows with a loud, heavy splash. Water exploded upward around her. In the process, the leaf skirt was violently pushed high up around her waist by the force of the fall and the water, bunching completely under her breasts and leaving her entire lower body exposed.

For several clear, unobstructed seconds, before she could react, Maya’s neatly trimmed pussy was fully on display above the surface of the water.

The short, neat strip of black hair sat right above soft, plump outer lips that were slightly parted from the impact.

The smooth, bare skin around her mound glistened with seawater.

The delicate pink inner folds were just visible where her lips had opened, and a thin trickle of water ran down from her slit along the inner curve of one thigh.

Her heavy breasts had also been displaced by the fall; the leaf bra had shifted upward, leaving one large, dark brown areola and a stiff, erect nipple almost completely exposed, the wet flesh bouncing heavily with the residual motion of the splash.

Maya scrambled to sit up in the waist-deep water, coughing once. Water streamed down her face, between the deep valley of her cleavage, and over the full, heavy curves of her tits.

She hastily shoved the soaked leaf skirt back down with both hands, trying to cover the exposed, dripping pussy that had just been on full display.

At the same time, she clumsily tried to pull the leaf bra back into place over her barely-covered breasts, but the wet leaves clung stubbornly, leaving the upper swells and the edges of her large areolas still visible.

Her face turned a deep, vivid red as she realized exactly how much of her body had just been revealed in the bright morning light.

She looked up at me, mortified, still sitting in the water with her thighs pressed tightly together and both hands occupied trying to keep the inadequate leaf clothing in place over her most private places.

”Don’t... don’t look...!”

I quickly averted my eyes, though the detailed image of her wet, exposed pussy and the heavy bounce of her barely-covered tits was already burned vividly into my mind. I extended a hand to help her up, my voice carefully controlled.

”Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself on the rocks?”