One time, when Lena returned from the hunt, Zia was sitting by the fire, her thoughts lost in the dance of the flames. The sound of Lena's footsteps startled her, and she turned to see Lena entering the hut. Lena's face was flushed from the exertion, her hair damp with sweat. Without hesitation, Lena began to undress, her movements fluid and unselfconscious.
Zia watched, her breath catching in her throat as Lena's clothes fell away, revealing a body that was both powerful and exquisite. Lena's breasts were full and firm, her nipples dark and erect. Her torso was a landscape of muscle, each line and curve a testament to her strength. Zia's eyes traced the defined abs, the deep V that disappeared beneath the waistband of Lena's pants, and the powerful thighs that supported her.
Wild thoughts raced through Zia's mind, a whirlwind of desire and curiosity. She had never seen anyone so raw, so unashamedly themselves. Lena's body was a work of art, a testament to the beauty of nature and strength.
As Lena stepped out of her leather animal skirt, revealing her naked form, Zia's heart pounded in her chest. Lena change clothes and when she turned, her eyes meeting Zia's for a moment before she disappeared into the forest, leaving Zia alone with her thoughts and the lingering image of Lena's body.
Once Lena had gone, Zia found herself unable to resist the urge that had been building within her. She lay back on the furs, her hands exploring her own body, imagining it was Lena's touch. Her fingers traced the curves of her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath her touch. She imagined Lena's strong hands on her, the weight of Lena's body pressing her into the furs.
Zia's breath came in ragged gasps as she slid her hand down her stomach, her fingers finding the wet heat between her thighs. She imagined Lena's mouth on her, her tongue exploring every inch of her, and she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she reached her climax.
As Zia lay there, her body still trembling, she heard a noise. She looked up to see Lena standing in the doorway, her eyes dark and unreadable. Zia's face flushed with embarrassment, but Lena said nothing, merely turned and walked away, leaving Zia to wonder if she had been caught in the act of her fantasy.
Later, as Lena lay on her furs, the memory of Zia's flushed face and ragged breaths played in her mind. She imagined Zia's hands on her own body, exploring every curve and line. Lena's fingers traced the muscles of her abdomen, her mind painting a vivid picture of Zia grinding against her, the friction of their bodies creating a delicious heat. Lena's breath hitched as she imagined the taste of Zia's lips, the feel of her tongue against hers. Her hand moved lower, her fingers slipping between her own thighs, mimicking the rhythm she had watched Zia use. Lena bit back a moan, her body arching as she imagined Zia's pleasure, her own climax building in time with the fantasy.