INDIGENOUS MATING RITUALS

                         by

                       Watcher


 
"I say, this is terribly exciting," Keri beamed as she watched the 
tribe gather.  "Just imagine, we will be famous...discoverers of a 
lost tribe.  We can write a book on their savage practices...."
 
Sitting across from the garrulous blonde, Daniel did his best to 
hide his feelings behind a bland smile.  At a glance, he could 
see that Keri was already imagining herself on the cover of Time 
magazine. 
 
"And our translator says that you have been invited to take part in 
the dance," he said, nodding toward the native girl who had been 
their conduit to the tribe.  He was unclear as to the girl's exact 
standing with the tribe, but she had the ear of the chief, and she 
spoke rough Portuguese, a legacy from the missionaries who had 
found this tribe long ago, but who had died before they could 
return to civilisation. 
 
Keri's smile widened as did her eyes.  "A dance.  I love to dance."
 
"It's settled then.  Apparently it's a great honour," he told her. 
 
Their translator had a truly unpronounceable name, so he had taken 
to calling her Emi, a shortened version of her real name.  Emi had 
explained to him in some detail what the dance entailed, and he 
was excited.  There was no need for Keri to know, of course.  She 
was already on her feet heading over to Emi, who smiled past her 
at Daniel, then led her away to get ready.
 
Once she was gone, he allowed the stupid smile he wore around her 
to fade.  Holding it in place for so long hurt his jaws.  Instead, 
he wanted to throttle the woman.  She had a joke degree, no field 
experience, and no natural feel for anthropology, and no real 
reseach but, just because she came from money -- a LOT of money -- 
she had been given the department chair, which should have been 
his.  Then, to rub salt into the wound, she had insisted on taking 
over the expedition that had led them here to find this tribe 
hidden in the rainforest, cut off from the outside world.  It was 
not enough that she took his job, now she wanted to claim credit 
as leader of the expedition, the expedition he had put together 
after years of painstaking research.  Well, it was time for some 
payback.
 
A few minutes passed, but there was no sign of her.  He had to 
fight back a grin, for he had a fair idea what was wrong.  He made 
his way to the hut she had ducked into and stopped at the entrance. 
"What's the delay, Keri?  Everyone is waiting for you." 
 
"I can't come out like this," she said from the interior of the 
hut.  "It's indecent."
 
"You don't have a choice," he replied.  Keeping the satisfaction 
out of his voice was difficult, but somehow he managed.  His dick 
was already pressing hard against his trousers as he imagined what 
she looked like.  "If you refuse to take part after accepting, it 
would be an insult to the chief who gave you the invitation.  They 
may even decide that honour requires that they shed blood." 
 
It was such a shame that Keri did not speak a word of Portuguese.  
She had missed out on some of the more important details when Emi 
had told him what was involved.
 
A bare arm extended past the cloth that covered the hut's doorway, 
and then slowly a hesitant Keri emerged.  With her free arm, she 
tried unsuccessfully to cover her breasts, and Daniel was treated 
to a very agreeable sight as she stepped out.
 
Fool that she was, she had never twigged that she would be expected 
to dress just like any of the other maidens taking part.   She 
filled out the tiny grass skirt very nicely. 
 
"Do I have to?" she pleaded desperately, hoping for some reprieve. 
Despite the heat, she had broken out in goose bumps.  He could 
almost taste her embarrassment.
 
He nodded.  "I'm afraid so, otherwise its...."  He drew his thumb 
suggestively across his throat.  "It's just a little dance and 
then some ceremony afterwards.  Just think of the book deal."
 
She took a deep breath (which did interesting things with her 
breasts).  Admiring the view, Daniel stepped aside so that she 
could run to join the rest of the young women of the tribe taking 
up position in the centre of the small village.  As she passed, 
he made his way back to where he had been sitting.  It had a good 
view, and this was one ceremony he had no intention of missing.
 
The drums began to beat, and, one by one, the tribe's girls began 
to pound their feet into the hard-packed soil.  He had eyes only 
for Keri, however.  The grass skirt she wore just about covered 
her crotch while leaving her tanned thighs exposed.  She was an 
attractive woman, Daniel had to admit, with lovely long legs and 
generous breasts that, left bare and unsupported, began to jiggle 
as she moved.
 
She was hesitant at first, and he could see that her face was a 
bright red from embarrassment at dancing to the beat of the drums 
almost naked.  The fact that he, her subordinate, was watching 
would only add to the shame.  As the minutes passed, Keri began to 
relax and seemed almost to be caught up in the spirit of things as 
she let the beat of the drums carry her away.  
 
The natives had none of her hang-ups of course.  The climate was 
hot and humid at the best of times, and, aside from a little scrap 
of woven grass around the sex most of the women wore little.  
Ordinarily he would have been ogling so many near-naked women, but 
today he was interested only in Keri.
 
She began to sway in time with the rest of the women, and he nearly 
orgasmed as she leaned toward him and began to shake her big 
breasts from side to side.  From the corner of his eye he could see 
quite a few young men, clad only in skimpy loincloths, watching the 
women.  Like him, they were having a reaction to the dance.
 
Then the dance had the girls turning their backs to the onlookers, 
and, even though Keri hesitated at first, in no time she was 
bending over and gripping her ankles like the rest as she shook 
her butt in a slow circular pattern.  The skirt just about covered 
her cunt, but there was nothing between her bottom cheeks and the 
warm air but a fine coat of sweat. With her legs spread wide, 
Daniel was pleased to see that she had taken his advice and given 
herself a good trim to help combat jungle bugs that liked to nest 
in pubic hair.  And she certainly had a nice ass, tight, but 
well-rounded.
 
Then she was back upright and facing them, swaying and teasing, 
copying the women around her in a time-honoured way of driving 
their male onlookers wild with lust.  Daniel grinned when he 
realised that she looked like she was actually starting to enjoy 
herself.  Keri broke the pattern of the dance to run both hands 
down over her breasts before cupping them for a moment, holding 
them out towards him like an offering.  Then her hands began to 
caress the flat length of her stomach and finally dipped down 
under the minuscule grass skirt. 
 
She was playing with herself, he realised.  The little minx was 
actually playing with herself.  Back in the real world, she was 
so prim and proper, "the Ice Queen" some called her.  Yet, out 
here in the jungle, miles away from civilisation, he was seeing 
another side to her.
 
This was better that he could have hoped for.  He doubted Keri 
would have been quite so wanton if she had realised that he was 
secretly recording everything on his phone.  He had it on the 
ground near where his legs were crossed.  There was no way she 
could have spotted it without paying a lot more attention, but 
he was certain that everything was being stored for posterity.  
When they got back to the university, there was no telling what 
Keri would do for him to keep this footage off the Internet. 
 
Abruptly the drums stopped, and the women ceased their dance.  
Keri, like the rest of them, was slick with sweat and breathing 
hard.  Daniel was pleased to see that she was not trying to cover 
her tits any more.  She had really gone native.
 
A group of young males who had sat at the edge of the dance ring 
climbed to their feet, and, almost as one, they yanked off their 
loincloths and stood proud and erect before the women.  There were 
appreciative murmurs from most of the dancers, but, for the first 
since the dance began, Keri looked uncertain.  Wide-eyed, she gazed 
at length at the line of virile males before finally blushing and 
looking away. 
 
Then to her shock, the women around her discarded their grass 
skirts.  For a moment they stood apparently unconcerned at their 
now total nudity.  Then, without a word, they turned and began 
to run for all they were worth, sprinting past the huts toward 
the edge of the jungle.
 
"You'd best get moving," Daniel called out to Keri as he nodded 
toward the direction the rest of the dancers had run off to.  "You 
just took part in a mating dance."  As her eyes widened and a hand 
crept up to cover her breasts, again he gestured to the line of 
young men standing naked before her.  Most had their eyes on the 
jungle where the other young women had gone, but a few were 
caressing their erections as they stared at Keri.
 
"These fine fellows are all looking for mates and the right to 
procreate.  The maidens all dance to attract attention and get 
the men interested, and then they make a run for it.  The 
prospective grooms all have to chase after them and catch their 
brides to prove their virility.  You can guess how they celebrate 
a capture."
 
Her mouth dropped open in horror as she looked from one man to the 
other.  All of them were rampantly erect, and even though Daniel 
never considered Keri particularly cleaver, even she was quick 
enough to work it out. 
 
"I thought as expedition leader you would have known.  If you're 
not looking for a mate all you have to do is stay uncaught till 
dawn."
 
Emi strode over to Keri, and, before the blonde could do anything, 
the native girl yanked off the grass skirt.  Shocked, Keri looked 
from Emi to Daniel, and then her eyes were drawn back to the line 
of naked young men, some of whom were clearly weighing her up as 
a potential mate.  With a yelp she turned and ran towards the edge 
of the jungle, in the wake of the other dancers. 
 
Daniel glanced at his watch.  It was midday.  All she had to do 
was avoid any would-be groom for the rest of the day and night.  
Anyone with experience in jungle fieldwork should be able to do 
it.  It was a pity Keri had never taken the time to get her hands 
dirty with fieldwork.  Probably too busy kissing ass and sucking 
dick to get ahead, he thought wryly. 

Then a command was given, and, like prize stallions rearing to go, 
the men were off, charging into the jungle after the fleeing women. 
Daniel watched them go with a smile.  What was going through Keri's 
mind now?  Probably the idea that she was naked and having to race 
through the jungle with a group of randy young men looking for "a 
good ride" chasing after her...and trying to decide whether she 
really wanted to escape them. 
 
Just thinking about it had him hard.  He could not wait to see her 
expression when she was brought back, probably disheveled and 
draped over some hunky tribesman's shoulder.  Perhaps he could 
write a popular book on the topic.  "Indigenous Mating Rituals" 
sounded like a good title.  After all, the expedition WAS supposed 
to be educational.



Edited by C. Lakewood