Message-ID: <3568eli$9709011201@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3568.txt> From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Jane - Chapter 1b of 9b Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <970830115825_566930934@emout17.mail.aol.com> Jane by Waldo Chapter 1b of 9b Tarzan is a copyrighted character and this story is not intended to infringe on those rights. While my Tarzan has a similar storyline, its purpose is to entertain without claiming credit for the orignal Tarzan. All rights reserved by Author. Not to be read by minors or sold without explicit written permission of the author ******* Jane closed her diary and put it into her steamer trunk. The latest entry was dated four months from the entry where she'd described her two very different birthday parties and departure from Parker Manor. Since then, she'd filled several pages of her diary, with her travels from England to Africa where she met Sir Walter Desmond, the leader of the Safari that she'd accepted employment with. He'd been a little angry when he'd discovered that the J. Parker that he'd hired through the mail stood for Jane Parker instead of John. She'd been lucky because he wasn't able to find a replacement and had to take her along as his assistant. He allowed her to wear khaki pants and a blouse as they traveled during the day but insisted that she change into something more appropriate for the afternoon tea and dinner. They would sit around a portable table every evening, being fanned by the natives to keep the bugs away, as Sir Walter expressed his daily evaluation of that day's travels. Jane's job was to listen to him and record his thoughts in a journal that Sir Walter planned to present to the Queen. He was very impressed with Jane's vocabulary and skillful recording of his profound thoughts. In other words, she was writing the journal using her words and descriptions but he was claiming credit for her writing. She had grown quite fond of the older man, frequently being so personal as to advise him to trim his handlebar mustache when she noticed food residue among the thick whiskers. He confessed that he'd grown the thick handlebar mustache when he started planning this safari because "all jungle explorers" have handlebar mustaches. His mustache was quite thick because he had heavy facial growth that he shaved every day. Between his bushy eyebrows, his handlebar mustache, his daily stubble growth, and his khaki clothes, he looked like the explorers that she'd read about in her magazines. Following their normal camp rituals, as soon as they closed up his journal for the day, they would sit around the campfire talking. At first he chastised her when she used the word `damn', but after awhile he enjoyed being able to talk to her as if she was a man, so he permitted her to use any swear word except `fuck'. That word was too powerful and crossed too many social barriers for his very strict upbringing. He'd also been somewhat upset early in their travels when she pulled out a tobacco pouch and lit a cigarette one evening as he smoked his evening pipe, but as she pointed out to him, what harm did it do for her to enjoy that one nasty habit? He permitted her to smoke as long as there were no other people in the camp - savages excluded. Anyone who knew the former Lady Jane Palmer of England's Parker Mansion wouldn't recognize the new explorer Jane Palmer. Her exposed life-long pale-white skin had been burnt and then tanned by repeated exposure to the hot African sun, giving her face a new healthy looking copper-tone glow. Gone were her long billowing dresses that were stored at the base camp, with only two dresses packed into her trunk for emergency social functions. She wore either khaki trousers or khaki shorts that revealed her golden tanned legs up to her mid-thigh and a khaki blouse that frequently clung to her breasts when she was soaked during the sudden cloud bursts. Gone was the mass of curly hair that was formerly perfectly curled by a hot iron every morning; the hair reverting back to its normal natural straight style. The hot sun, frequent showers and rugged jungle life had taught her that the most practical hairstyle was the common ponytail or braided pigtails tucked up into her hat. The several months of hiking through the jungle had toughed her body and built strong legs that could walk all day long. As per their usual evening custom, they were sitting around the evening's roaring and bright campfire, enjoying their individual cigarette or pipe smoke-induced mild euphoria's when Jane saw the golden eyes for the first time. As usual, both of them were constantly aware of the jungle's wild animal sounds and Sir Walter had his loaded hunting rifle sitting beside him, as was his custom. In the dark jungle brush, they could hear the distant coughing of a large lion as it hunted its dinner and the other normal jungle night sounds. Jane observed the glimmer of the golden eyes of some animal just outside the flickering light of their campfires and pointed the eyes out to Sir Walter. They were both watching the eyes and trying to figure out what type of animal it was with their guesses varying from `a big cat' to `a big snake'. So it surprised both of them when an almost naked white man with golden eyes stepped into their camp. Startled at the unexpected boldness of their uninvited guest, Sir Walter reached for his loaded rifle as Jane slowly stood up to stare unafraid at their unexpected visitor. The young man's broad shoulders, tall muscular body, light mat of chest hair, lean waist, long solid legs, handsome face and thick head of hair wasn't the first thing that she stared at - it was the small loincloth that covered his waist that attracted her attention. His body was the first almost naked white body that she had seen since that time that she saw her childhood friend Jack swimming naked in the river. She'd seen so many naked black men since she arrived in Africa, that seeing a naked man was so normal now that she didn't stare at anyone's genitalia after the first cursory glance, unless the man had an exceptionally long or thick cock. But a white man dressed as a naked savage was new to her. Glancing up at the man's face, she was somewhat embarrassed when she realized that he knew where she'd been staring. He walked straight to their campfire, giving Jane the opportunity to notice that he was young - about her age - and was a white man although he was dressed as naked barbaric as the native porters. His skin was darkly tanned because of many years of exposure to the sun. Except for the small loincloth around his waist and a large knife in a scabbard attached to his loincloth, he was completely naked. He strode barefoot toward their campfire, walking as majestically as if he was the King of the Jungle and they were his subjects. He was tall - a little over six feet tall. His body was perfectly proportional with wide shoulders, narrow waist and hips over massive thighs. His muscular body showed that he'd worked hard all of his life instead of playing golf as so many of Jane's former English suitors - who pretended that swinging a golf club at a ball was adequate exercise. His chest was covered with just enough dark curly hair to be interesting to the young woman who had never seen a man so perfectly built or comfortable at being this naked. The young handsome barbarian stood just on the other side of the campfire, holding up his hands, letting the fire's light show that he came in peace. Then his deep baritone introduction was a simple "I'm Tarzan." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /