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South American Adventure
Chapter One
The pub was packed with noisy students laughing, joking and drinking. It was noted for it. After all, it was the closest to one of the main university halls of residence and as such was very popular. Cindy sat alone in a corner, hoping her friend would hurry up and arrive. A quiet, shy girl in her first year at University reading Geography, she did not mix or make friends easily and actually found it quite difficult to be alone in such a lively environment. She was waiting for her best friend Nicky, also on the same course as Cindy, who wanted to talk to her about an idea for the forthcoming vacation. In the relatively sheltered surroundings of academic life they had always dreamed about doing something different and adventurous, and she suspected that Nicky was going to suggest that they went away on a trip together, and although she had never travelled much – perhaps one of the reasons for her passion for geography and learning more about the world – she had always felt comfortable with Nicky. They were alike in many ways, both quiet, both shy and wary of different things, both sharing the same outlook on life and even both of the same physical build. Cindy was of medium height and very slim. She had slim legs, a flat stomach, narrow waist, and square perfectly formed shoulders. Short blonde hair framed her pretty face. She was happy with her body, except for her breasts which were very small. Although Nicky’s were slightly bigger, once, when they had been sharing intimate thoughts, they had discovered their mutual embarrassment over their poorly endowed chests. Both were virgins, having had had short, none serious relationships with boys and neither had a current boy friend. Suddenly aware of the door on the far side of the bar swinging shut, Cindy looked up to see Nicky threading her way through the crowd toward the seat she was saving for her friend.
They greeted each other and sat sipping their drinks and making small talk until Nicky explained her idea. Also eager to travel, she had been surfing the internet a couple of nights ago and come across a web site offering students the chance to visit other countries and cultures at very favourable rates. Nicky had always wanted to visit South America and had narrowed down some searches to a remote area which sounded rich in culture and beautiful scenery. Now settling into student life, the two girls were coming to learn that there were always good deals to be found if you searched long enough and although not hard up – they both came from reasonably well off families – they would need to think carefully about money on a trip like this. As the evening wore on, and after several drinks, they went back to Nicky’s room and looked more on her computer at the web site she had found. By the time Cindy returned to her own room, just along the corridor, they had, in a rare impulsive action made their bookings and paid for their travel using their credit cards.
When Cindy awoke the next morning her first thoughts were of the bookings they had made the previous night and she began to feel panic rising in her. She rushed along to Nicky’s room with the intention of saying that she was having second thoughts and did Nicky think their adventure was such a good idea after all. To her relief, Nicky was also thinking along the same lines and they rapidly logged back on to see about cancelling the reservations. It was at this point that they discovered their trip was not amendable in any way, and any cancellation would result in the loss of the complete fee they had paid. They spent a long time discussing the situation and came to the conclusion that thousands of other students undertook similar trips, so why should they not do the same. After all, two weeks in such an historic and cultural area would be the trip of a lifetime. Looking at each other for mutual support, they made the firm decision to go through with what they had started and to take the trip in just over a week’s time when the current term came to an end. The more they discussed their decision the more it seemed like a good idea, and by lunch time they were both bolstering each others confidence to the point where, a little quietly, Nicky suggested that if they were going to do this, then why not really change their image and buy some new clothes which would not only be suitable for a hot, humid climate, but also much more daring, and revealing than the only just current designs they both normally wore. Indeed, no one would know them, so this was their chance to live a little. Once back in Cindy’s room after the shopping trip they started to try on the things they had chosen – very brief shorts, very short skirts, flimsy strapless tops that ended not much below their breasts, all showing off the flawless white skin of their flat stomachs and slim firm legs. They bought micro bikinis, realising of course that they would have to shave themselves completely between the legs, and had also convinced each other that to complete the daring image they would not wear bra’s, or even panties unless they were really forced to. Although neither girl admitted it, both felt themselves becoming strangely aroused between their legs at the thought, particularly if they travelled such a distance into a strange country wearing just flimsy tops and short skirts. In the films they had often seen South American girls going barefoot but Cindy and Nicky decided to wear just cheap flip flops, thinking that they could easily put them in their bags if they plucked up enough courage at any time to also go barefoot.
The last few days were a whirlwind of frantic preparation and end of term activity. Everyone seemed to admire and envy them for doing such a trip, so much so that they did not again question the hastiness of their forthcoming adventure. So their conservative families would not worry, they told their respective parents that they would be spending the holidays at each others place. The day of their departure arrived, and packing their things into two grips, they nervously waited for the taxi that the travel company had said they would send to take them to the airport for the long fourteen hour flight to South America, where they would take a local flight to their final destination. The taxi pulled into the courtyard and, now with churning stomachs, they went to load their luggage into the boot. The driver said it was all part of the service to do that for them and opened the door so they could get in. Suddenly conscious of him watching, even staring at, their slim bare legs as they sat down on the back seat, and of their short skirts riding up above mid thigh, they blushingly tried to pull them down, scared that he would realise they were not wearing anything underneath. He seemed to take a while to load their bags into the boot, and with rising panic they were just about to abandon their reckless dress mode and return inside to change when he jumped in behind the wheel, threw the car into gear and drove off the campus. Too late. They suddenly realised that they were committed. Looking at each other, they needed no words. They had some under ware in their grips and would put it on at the airport before checking in their baggage.
The traffic on the motorway was horrendous. What should have been a 20 minute journey took almost one and one half hours, and when they finally arrived at their terminal they knew they had just minutes to find their check in. All other thoughts flew from their mind and as they walked away with their boarding cards having just watched their bags disappear along the conveyor belt they suddenly realised that they had not had time to find, and put on, at the very least some panties. Excitement kept them awake for much of the long haul across the Atlantic ocean, down the South American coast and inland to their first stop, and although they got up from time to time and moved around the aircraft they remained acutely aware of the amount of tummy and thigh shown off by their cropped tops and short skirts. Certainly the flight attendants, both male and female, seemed to give them lingering glances every time they served them a drink or something to eat. Their itinerary had stated that there was not much time between landing and their internal flight, and so they had taken up the offer of patching their luggage through to their final destination, keeping with them just a few things for the flights in small back packs. Now, as the light aircraft in which they were completing the final leg of their journey skimmed low over the mountains on its final approach to landing, they stared both excitedly and apprehensively out of the window, holding hands as the old plane touched firmly down, bounced and then rumbled along the runway and up to its parking slot on the hard standing. Already uncomfortably hot, as soon as the doors opened the hot humid tropical air swept in to the small cabin immediately causing their flimsy tops to start clinging to their now perspiring bodies.
Walking into the small, and run down airport building, they joined the short queue to reclaim their bags, and watched with rising dismay as the few people from their flight collected their luggage and dispersed, leaving them standing alone staring at an empty baggage truck. Looking around they saw a small information sign in the corner of what could, with large amounts of imagination, be called the arrivals hall. They walked over and stood in front of the official manning the desk, conscious of his eyes roving up and down their now sweating bodies, and staring quite openly at their small breasts outlined by the damp clinging material. They explained their problem. Nodding understandingly, he said they would need to fill out some forms in order that he could attempt to trace the missing bags, and indicated that they should go with him into the office. Having no choice, they followed him warily into the small room where he gestured for them to sit down on two bar stool type seats across from the desk, affording him a near eye level view of their bare legs liberally exposed by the short skirts. This was worse than the taxi in England, and was getting really embarrassing. They found trying to twist sideways to be virtually impossible due to the design of the sides on the seats, and so had no option but to sit with their legs as tightly closed as possible and accept that although he could see virtually all of their upper thighs, it was doubtful if he could tell they wore no under ware or that he could see glimpses of their pussy’s now completely shaved in readiness for the new bikinis should they ever summons up the courage to wear them.. He seemed to take an age to complete the forms during which time they twisted uncomfortably from side to side as much as the seats would allow. When they had given him the address of their hotel, and he had finally completed the documents they followed him back to the main hall, amidst promises that he would move mountains to re-unite them with their missing belongings.
Passing through the customs area, they were again stopped by a small man in a creased uniform who appeared to speak no English, but indicated that he wished to look in their hand luggage. One at a time, he held the bags with one hand whilst rummaging round inside them with the other, all the time with his eyes fixed on their tiny breasts by now perfectly outlined by their clinging tops. Without averting his gaze, he walked round the small counter top and stood in front of them. Bending his knees, he lowered his body down taking in the proximity of damp white creamy skin as he passed their bellies, thighs and lower legs. He indicated for them each to lift their feet whilst he slipped off their flip flops and examined then closely. Then, without a word, he suddenly stood up and, taking their shoes and back packs with him, disappeared into his office behind the customs counter. After what seemed an age he returned, empty handed except for their passports which he handed back to them, and gestured that they may go. Not believing this is what he meant since he was still in possession of their things, they just stared at him. In sudden broken English he barked ?you will go now? and glaring at them, he turned and went back into his office slamming the door. Cindy and Nicky stared at one another in disbelief. In less than 15 minutes, they had lost everything except the two flimsy garments in which they stood. Nicky finally summed up courage to creep behind the counter and gently knocked on the office door. There was no response, and she tried again, this time a little louder, but still to no avail. Out of rising desperation she gingerly tried the handle, but it was either locked or stuck and the door remainder firmly closed.
?He’s gone? she said in almost a whisper ?and if we do not go and try to find our taxi we will loose that too?. Slowly, unbelievingly, they padded barefoot on through the small arrivals area and soon found themselves standing on the hot dusty pavement in front of the shabby airport building where life rumbled past them despite their belief that everyone had stopped dead and was staring at them standing in just their clinging cut off tops and short skirts. A battered taxi drew up at the kerb and, without a word, the driver got out and opened the rear door motioning them to get in. Seeing their reluctance, he mentioned the name of their hotel and assuming that because he knew this he must be their promised transport, they once again climbed aboard, equally conscious of the large amounts of flesh they were displaying for his widening eyes. Smiling when they cried out as their bare legs touched the hot plastic he leant across Cindy who was sitting nearest to him and patted the seat. ?Very old car? he said, ?no modern cloth chairs? and then slowly pulled back his hand lightly brushing it across the top of Cindy’s thighs just below the hem of her skirt. ?We go now?
The ride was hair raising and the two girls clung to the door handles and each other as he threw the car through the traffic and round corners at ridiculous speeds. Intent on holding on, they failed to notice that their skirts were sticking to the vinyl seat material and had ridden up until the hem barely covered the very top of their thighs. Not that is until they realised that the interior driving mirror was positioned down to get a perfect view of the waists and legs of anyone in the back of the vehicle and that rather than concentrating on avoiding a collision with other vehicles on the road, most of which were being driven in a similarly reckless fashion, his eyes were glued to the reflection, awaiting a first glimpse of whatever they had, or had not, got on underneath their mini skirts. The pace slowed as they got caught up in the down town late afternoon traffic, and afforded the girls a chance to pass comment on the happenings at the custom desk. ?Why did he take our flip flops and back packs? asked Cindy in amazement. ?Surely they can’t do that?. ?I think they can do anything they like? said Nicky ?who knows, they must have thought we maybe had explosives in our shoes like that guy recently coming from Sweden, or maybe even that we were smugglers. Anyway, we talked about not wearing shoes?. ?Yes, but from choice? said Cindy. ?Now until we either find our bags, or buy some shoes we have to go every where barefoot??? ? She tailed off as they noticed they had left the newer part of town and had entered a run down neighbourhood, stopping in front of a seedy hotel. ?Here where you stay? he announced and leapt out to wrench open the rear door and get a better view of anything the girls may be still showing. They got out as quickly as possible, aware of him staring at their parted legs as they stepped over the door sill and knowing that he must have caught at least a glimpse of their shaved pussy’s. He thrust a dog eared business card into Nicky’s hand and said, call me if you want good time. With a last look at their bodies, he jumped back into his taxi and roared off. Feeling alone and suddenly very vulnerable, not just because of their brief dress, they entered the small drab lobby and stopped at the reception desk.
An older, hard faced woman appeared through a hanging fly screen at the rear of the reception area and leant over the counter slowly and openly examining them from their bare feet to the tops of their heads. Feeling they should say something, Nicky announced the name of their travel company and that they should have a reservation for a room. Looking at a short hand written list, the woman shook her head. ?Only one single room reserved, and the others all taken. One must go to other hotel for night?. ?Oh, we do not mind sharing a single room? said Cindy, now terrified that they may be split up and on their own. ?Not possible? said the woman. ?Is against law to have two people in single room. One must go other hotel?. ?But we do not know any? pleaded Cindy. ?Please we will be no trouble?. ?I know other with room?. The woman lifted the old telephone and spoke rapidly in the local dialect. Hanging up she said ?is done. Holding out her hand to Nicky she said ?passport? and grabbed it from Nicky’s hand, then taking her arm she said ?come with me?. Nodding in Cindy’s direction she said ?you wait here? Taxi come to take to other hotel and bring back tomorrow. I put on bill. With that she had gone, almost dragging Nicky with her. Cindy was in a nightmare, and did not know what to do. Whilst she was thinking, the door from the street swung open and a swarthy man, she guessed in his mid thirties, entered. ?You come with me. We go other hotel? and turning, walked back out to his car. Her heart pounding, and clutching her passport Cindy had no choice but to follow, realising that neither of them had any money to pay the bill, but thinking that they would go to the British Consulate the following day and ask for help or a loan. Outside, he was standing by the open front door of an old car. She got in and he walked round to the driver’s door and got in beside her. ?Is not far? he said starting the engine and pulling out into the traffic. Seeing him staring at her, Cindy was again aware of how her short skirt had ridden up her thighs, but she was afraid to lift herself out of the seat and pull it down for fear he may take it the wrong way, so she clasped her hands together and put them in her lap, staring straight ahead so as to avoid making eye contact with him. The drive seemed to last forever, but it was only about 5 minutes before they stopped outside an equally run down building in an equally shabby neighbourhood. ?Is your hotel?. The door was hardly shut before he zoomed off with a screeching of tyres. She thought about trying to find her way back to Nicky, but she was now terrified to venture out alone. Also, in the comfort of their university rooms walking barefoot had sounded cool, even romantic, but she realised that to her soft sensitive soles, the harsh reality was going to be very different. She crossed the pavement, pushed open the paint peeled door and went inside. Very similar to where she should have been staying now, with Nicky, there was a woman leaning on the reception desk. Cindy thought how alike she was to the one at the other hotel. They could even have been sisters. Aware of the woman’s piercing gaze drinking in the sight of her scantily clad body, yet showing no surprise that she had arrived off the street barefoot and with no luggage, her eyes undressed Cindy as she walked across from the door to the desk. Before Cindy had chance to say anything, the woman spoke. ?One single room for night. Come?. She led the way to a narrow flight of stairs without waiting to make sure Cindy was following and started up.
Now totally committed and feeling helpless, as if she had no control over the situation or what was happening, Cindy followed. She shuddered as the grubby walls closed in around her, as she felt gritty dust beneath her bare feet, and she felt alone and very frightened. She had a whole night to get through before she again met up with Nicky, and she could not think of the possibility that they would not get back together tomorrow. The stairs emerged onto an equally grubby landing and as she walked gingerly along in the wake of the woman, she was aware of something scuttling off underneath a skirting board. Oh please not cockroaches, she shuddered again. They stopped at a tatty door and the woman pushed it open, ushering Cindy inside and then following her just over the threshold. The room was small, dark and very basic. A bed covered with a worn brown coarse looking blanket, an upright wooden chair that one belonged to a dining table, and a small dressing table covered with a square of dirty material. A door led off into a small bathroom containing a stained toilet bowl holding foul looking brown water, a rusting cistern, a chipped and stained wash basin with only one cold water tap, and a stained off white shower tray with no curtain. ?Is not much, but at short notice, is all left? said the woman. And with that she was gone before Cindy had a chance to say anything, or ask for a key. She went to go after her but noticed that there was no lock on the door. Things were going from bad to worse. The door handle was loose but looked substantial enough to wedge the top of the chair underneath, and Cindy lost no time in making the room as secure as possible. There was a small window opposite the bed, but it had no curtains and so she would not turn on the bare bulb hanging on the end of fraying wires from the ceiling for fear of drawing attention to herself. Whilst there was light, she looked around. She was hot sweaty and longing to take a shower, but could not bring herself to undress and go in the horrible bathroom. She knew though that if she left it much longer, she would have to go in in the dark – she dare not turn on the light because anyone looking in would have a perfect view of her in the nude. She had to shower, and she wanted to sleep, partly because she was very tired and partly because the sooner she went to bed the sooner tomorrow would come. Feeling sick, she glanced nervously around, made sure the chair was pushed as firmly under the door handle as possible and then took of her top. Inspite of the heat, fear made her nipples hard. Again looking round, as if to make sure no one had crept into the room, she nervously undid the fastening of her skirt and letting it fall to the floor stepped out, now standing totally naked. Imagining eyes staring through the window, she crossed her hands protectively across her tiny breasts and closed her legs tightly, with one knee slightly in front of the other to try and hide her completely bald pussy.
She had to force herself to go into the dirty bathroom. She shuddered at the horrible toilet, but suddenly realised that she was desperate for a pee. With her slim shoulders hunched forward she lowered herself onto the pan – there was no seat – and relieved herself as quickly as possible. She pushed the flush handle and watched as a weak stream of brown coloured water flowed into the bowl. The shower only had one tap – cold – and she gingerly turned it on, jumping back in fright when a strong jet of water shot from the wall mounted head amid much banging from the ancient pipe work. She reached out and put her hand in the water. Surprisingly, it was freezing cold and the strong pressure stung her skin. There was no other alternative, so she stepped under the jet, gasping as the cold water lashed her like thousands of tiny needles. She lingered just long enough to feel cleaner, and then turned of the tap. She waited for the water to run from her body before stepping out to realise there was no towel. Not wishing to stay any longer than necessary in the dreadful little room, she stepped back into her bedroom and staying as far from the window as possible waited until the warmth dried her body naturally. She lay down on the bed and immediately the course blanket irritated her sensitive skin. Pulling it back, she lay on the almost clean sheet without any covering on her at all, not wanting to further spoil her clothes in case her luggage did not turn up quickly. She was very tired and in spite of her unease, she quickly fell asleep.
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