I am 58 now and I encountered this fantastic situation when I was in my mid forties.

Our country was recovering after the end of a civil war which was jeopardising the lives of the entire nation. Overseas companies were promoting their products in various fields to become the first to have their brands introduced to emerging markets. This opportunity came my way to promote Rice Milling Machineries as a part time involvement.

All major rice mills are in the remote areas where paddy cultivation is in abundance which is 200 to 300KM away from the capital. I used to visit these area on weekends starting early Saturday mornings and finish by Sunday evening after visiting 8 -10 mills. Absolutely these were memorable days. I love driving alone in remote areas covered in lush green fields and jungles with full of flora & fauna truly a feast to your eyes and peace to mind.

This day I was driving passing a ghost village. The villagers have abandoned this village due to deadly terror activities took place in the surrounding jungles and the constant harassment faced by these terrorists during the civil war.

I was having a very bad urge to pee. I looked for a place to park the van as the road was very narrow and should another vehicle pass by there was no room. There was a small path leading to an abandoned house to which I moved my van.

The area was so haunted that I was bit reluctant to venture in but my urge to pee was unbearable and I moved in and relieved. Wow! that was a relief. With that comfort I noticed the surrounding which was so beautiful with thick shrubs and bushes covered the whole area in green and beautiful flowers. Truly I was mesmerised with the silence beauty of over grown plants covering gardens and houses once which would have been filled with human activities.

I enjoyed the serenity for a couple of minutes and was about to leave and suddenly noted some movement behind a bush. I thought it could be a wild bore or a deer or anything and didn't much bother. But before I leave the place I was carefully observing to see some animal which would have been something very nice to see. No luck.

Just for curiosity I just walked a bit along the path and peeped into the bush. Oh, God! a shiver ran along my spine and not only goose bumps but also the hair on my head stood straight.There I see a woman behind the bush. I moved several steps backwards and stumbled down. Before I get up she was out of the bush and in front of me. I did not make any attempt to get up and stood still. After about 30secs I regained my senses and realised that it wasn't anything I imagined. That was a real woman and felt no harm and felt bit ashamed. I regained my posture and was in doubt whether to talk to her or leave the place.

She was a native lady neither dark nor fair in complexion. Should be in her early fifties, wearing a typical cloth around her waist and naval downwards. Her blouse covering her bosom revealing the midriff area. Head covered in scarf to protect from the sun.

I just smiled casually and spoke to her in the native language. Asked her what she was doing.

This was an agricultural community before they abandoned the village. This lady was from the near by village around 5km away and was collecting vegetables, herbs, fruits and anything available in the gardens to sell in the street fair. This was part of her lively hood.

She explained how often she comes here, how she comes and what she collects how much she earns etc.

It was around 11:00am the sun was hot and I moved to the shade under the bush where she was standing. For once I realised, from where she was standing she must have had a complete show of me peeing. That feeling of someone was watching you gave a tickle in my balls. I asked her whether she was watching me what I was doing. She didn't get me properly and when I asked her again she started giggling. I was feeling the blood rushing in me also bit of fear not knowing anything about anything around. I went to the van and took out a bottle of water and came back drank some and offered her the bottle. She was sweating but said no. I kept offering and she took the bottle and started to pour into her mouth. With her face upward neck stretched streams of water from both sides of her mouth seeping along her neck down the valley of her bosom. I was agitating with my morals and feelings. She had enough and gave me the half full bottle. I asked her why she refused when she was in so much thirst.

"How do I know the water is not adulterated?"
"Why would I do That"
"Why should I trust"
"But you had now"
"Yes, I trust you"
With that we laughed and I sat on the bark of a fallen tree under the shade. Her basket of all collected fruits and herbs lying down. I kept asking about each of those and she was explaining of them and what price she would fetch in the market. We have left our priorities aside and talking of all things around.

I noticed a small bug crawling along her neck and motioned her to be still and slowly removed the bug from her neck and kept the bug on her palm. She looked at it carefully and said that bug bite could have given her painful swell. I raised her chin and just checked her neck again feeling softly. I moved close to her neck and smelled. She was still. I gently pecked. Still still. I licked her sweaty neck and moved away.
She was looking at me strait into my eyes. No objection was a yes.
I move my hands to her face and hold with both hands and kissed her lips. Looked at her again for any resistance. No. Continued to kiss her lips for full minute. I slowly pulled out her left bosom. That was two hands full, firm like a rubber ball. Light brown in colour and shining with sweat. I pulled the other one too. I started fondling the nipples of both boobs and she was holding from my hip tight agains her. I tasted her boobs one after the other. It was tasty, salty and mouthful. Her cherry like nipples were driving me crazy. I do not remember how long I was feasting on her boobs it was not enough. I was continuing like a hungry child moving from one boob to the other licking and sucking and fondling.

I could feel her hand moving to my crotch and trying to grab my man over the pants. I moved a hand down to feel her love hole. I opened the side of her cloth and moved my hand between her thighs. There was nothing in covering her pussy but a lush growth of hair. The hair was already wet with juice and sweat. The touch was heavenly. I slowly started fingering. She was wriggling. I continued with a gentle phase. I needed to give her everything, yes everything she wanted. I stopped.

I went back to the van and brought the rubber carpets.

We are sitting on the carpet with completely entangled kissing, sucking, licking, bruising and biting.
She laid down on the carpet. I dropped my pants down and moved her cloth. her body was shining like shimmer. She was dripping with sweat. Her love triangle was covered with lush hair. They were jet black. Not a single grey hair. Curly and beautifully grown. For her age this is impossible.

For a while I watched her amazing body. Yes she was not old.

She smiled and slowly got hold of my manhood.

I know. I moved to her love hole and slowly entered the jungle door. It was hot , slippery and a narrow path. I gently started to stroke. It was heavenly and the sound was music. The smell of juice & sweat mix was amazing. I am not going to cum very soon. I had a good fuck with my wife last night and it is going to take some time to blow. I am going to fuck this woman never to forget. I was in full thrust and surely I could sense her feelings. I was sure she came once but I was nowhere. I kept banging and banging. I felt she was uncomfortable. But for me I ..

I stopped and put her on four and slowly moved from behind. Got hold of her hips and went on a monstrous rampage banging her from behind. Went on for awhile and I was feeling the build up in my balls. I asked her whether it is ok to pump in and she said don't stop.

Just done. The sun was on top. I was Behind schedule. In the jungle. In a most dangerous act at nowhere.

I just wanted to flee the place at once.

I quickly put on my cloths grabbed the carpets and went to my van to move on. My bad I did not even check how she was.

I looked at her. She has had her cloths on and drinking water from my bottle.

I could not leave her there. I asked her to get into the van that I can drop her in the next town.
She was reluctant but after I insisting her she got into the rear seat with her basket.

I just felt something about her which I can't explain. Is it sympathy, passion or kind of little love.
I asked her how old she was and she wanted me to guess. If I had told her what my guess was she could have murdered me. She was only 38.

I gave her some money around three times what she would make a day just without any reason. But she refused to take. "Lady I am giving this to express my feelings nothing else or not for what we did. Pls take "
After much pleading she took the money and in return she gave me two ripped big mangoes from her basket. I took them with much appreciation and they were delicious too.

I dropped her in the next town. I do not know her name.