Raised From The Wild-Chapter 106: Watch Out!

Marx looked back to find Amaya’s backpack and clothes on top of a rock on the edge of the river. He could only sigh.

’This woman. What do I do with you? I hope that you are not totally naked else I will be tempted."

He scanned the clothes that she took off and and was relieved to note that she still has her undergarments.

The river at this part of the mountain was calm. The water was clear and the current was slow like someone taking a leisurely stroll.

"Marx, aren’t you going to take a dip? The water is cold and refreshing." Amaya emerged on the other bank of the river.

"No. I’ll keep watch here. We are not familiar with this place so it is better to be vigilant." Marx sat on top of a rock with a smoother surface as he watched Amaya played in the water.

He took out his cell phone and recorded short clips. He also took a few photos.

Amaya went to a shallow part of the river were the water just reached her mid thigh. She was wearing a black tube and a matching black sports shorts. Those were the undergarments she chose for convenience.

She removed the black bands that secured the tip of her two braids and put them on her wrists. She then loosened her braids and ran her fingers through them until all the lumps were freed and her hair was now cascading on her back. A few wisps were hanging on her shoulders and the front of her chest and reached down to a little above her waist.

Marx recorded the scene but he was not looking a his cell phone but directly at Amaya. The video he took was a little blurry and almost out of frame because his hand was unsteady. He swallowed when he saw Amaya’s hourglass figure. He felt a wave of heat rising from his body and a faint blush appeared on his face. Before things could go out of control, he stopped recording, bent and scooped a palmful of the cold water and splashed it on his face.

Amaya wanted to spend more time in the river because she missed bathing in it. Marx just let her be.

But soon he heard voices. Dave and his companions caught up with them. Marx glanced at Amaya with a worried look.

"Dave, look! There is a river. We can finally cool down." Phoebe exclaimed. She hastened her steps and approached Marx. She noticed that Amaya was swimming in the river.

"Is it safe to swim in the river, Marx?" She asked in a sweet voice.

Amaya who was on the other side the river heard her coquettish voice and she felt a little disgusted. She actually did not know that what she felt was disgust. She only knew that she did not like Phoebe. When she looked at Marx, she looked like Strata looking at her mate whenever she was in heat.

"Amaya is already swimming so it should be safe." Dave’s excited voice filled the air.

Phoebe smiled. Without ceremony, she took off her blue denim and her socks and shoes. She was only left with the white tee shirt that barely covered her thighs.

Marx did not have any reaction at all. His face was expressionless. He averted his gaze to watch Amaya who dived underwater.

Liza and Margaret arrived together with the four other mountaineers. They also undressed and waded into the river together with Phoebe.

"Marx, aren’t you joining us? The water is cool and refreshing." Phoebe spoke in Usturian. Like Marx and Dave, she has blue eyes and blonde hair. She has the body of a model because she was a model. One of her hobby was mountain climbing. Whenever she was in Lireya, she would pester Dave to take her mountain climbing.

Marx looked at her briefly and shook his head.

"If you don’t want to, I’ll join the ladies." Dave hurriedly took off his pants and shoes. He opted to keep his shirt because he was afraid their might be insects that will crawl on his skin.

Marx studied the four men who went with them. Two of them were his secret guards while the other two were long standing members of the mountaineering club. Dave checked their background nevertheless Marx’s guard was always up.

Amaya was not used to having people around her when she was bathing so when the four people get into the river, she prepared to leave.

Phoebe felt insulted. "Hey, Amaya, why are leaving when we are just about to start?" Phoebe asked rudely.

Amaya frowned. "I am done bathing so I’m leaving." She turned around and headed to the river bank where she put her backpack and clothes.

Phoebe followed her with a hostile gaze. She sneered when she noted that Amaya’s skin was not very fair unlike hers. However, she felt uncomfortable when she saw that Amaya has a beautiful figure. Her breasts were big. She should be a cup C, while she was cup A. She has a narrow waist and her hips were broad and well proportioned.

When she was completely out of the water, Phoebe noted that her legs were long and slender. She clenched her fist when she saw Marx handed her a towel.

Amaya thanked Marx for the towel. It was made of microfiber so it absorbed water very well. After patting herself dry, Amaya put on her arm-guard and her leggings. Those were made from snakeskin dipped into melted gold. It was soft to the skin but very strong and has prevented her from getting scratches. Ordinary animal bites would not be able to puncture the material.

"Here have some snacks." Marx passed her a biscuit which she happily accepted. When she took a bite, she felt that it was too dry.

Amaya looked around. A few meters away was a mango tree and a few of the fruits have ripened.

"I’ll just get some fruits to go with the biscuit." Amaya walked slowly to the mango tree. The tree was tall and the diameter was huge. It must be an old tree.

When Enrico, one of the mountaineers saw that Amaya wanted to get some fruit, he hurriedly approached her and offered his help.

"Thank you for the offer but I can handle this myself. Amaya made a few steps to the banyan tree. She held unto the vine then swing her body toward the mango tree and upwards. At the exact moment, she hoisted her body and landed perfectly on a big branch.

Enrico’s mouth was wide open. He shamefully left the tree and went back to the river bank.

When Phoebe noticed that Marx was not paying attention, she lost interest in taking a bath.

"Let’s get out of the water. I am starting to feel cold." She said feeling irritated.

"Let’s have our photos taken first." Margaret suggested. The three of them thought it was a good idea. Since Marx was the one they saw near, they asked him to take a photo of them. Marx wanted to reject the ask but he eventually relented when he noticed that the others were not around.

He asked where their cell phones were as he did not want to use his cell phone to take their photos. In the end, Liza was forced to come out of the water, get her cell phone from the pocket of her backpack. She unlocked it and passed it to Marx.

The three ladies moved closer to Marx. Phoebe was wearing a black bra and panty which were very obvious because her shirt was white and all wet. It did not hide what’s underneath. In fact she looked alluring but Marx did not notice at all.

Marx just kept on snapping. He did not gave any sign or signal that he started taking photos.

When he sensed that there was a presence behind him, he turned around and noticed that it was Enrico. He passed the phone to him and asked him to take photos. Then he headed to the mango tree.

Phoebe was disappointed and annoyed. She was no longer in the mood to take photos.

Meanwhile, Amaya was picking a few ripened mangos. She needed to pick at least ten. That should be enough for the them to eat. However, her two hands can only accommodate four.

"Pass them to me so you could gather more." Marx shouted from under the tree.

Amaya giggled. She remembered a similar scenario where she climbed a fruit tree and was throwing the fruits to her Daddy Ibrahim. Her father was excellent in catching fruits no matter how Amaya would throw them.

"Be sure to catch them." Amaya warned Marx. Then she threw one mango. Marx was able to catch it. She threw the second mango a little farther. It was another perfect catch.

When all four mangoes were thrown down by Amaya and they were caught by Marx, she went to another branch and picked four mangoes. She was having fun. She would throw it at different direction while laughing.

When the last mango was picked , she threw it a little farther away. Marx calculated the trajectory of the falling fruit and made several steps backwards.

"Watch out!" Amaya shouted.

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