Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

The kiss went on longer than either of us expected. Rachel’s breathing grew uneven against my mouth. She made a small, muffled sound but didn’t pull away, instead pressing in even more firmly as if she couldn’t bring herself to stop.

Only when she finally ran out of air did she break the kiss with a soft, gasping breath, her chest rising and falling quickly. A thin strand of saliva briefly connected our lips before it broke.

Rachel’s face was flushed, eyes still wet with happy tears, and she looked a little dazed from the intensity of the kiss. Her voice came out breathless when she finally managed to speak again.

”Thank you... Thank you so much... No one has ever done something like this for me before...”

She stayed close, still holding onto me, as if letting go would make the moment disappear.

Suddenly, a loud voice called out from the direction of the camp.

”Dexter! Rachel! Where are you?!”

Rachel’s eyes widened. A fresh blush spread across her cheeks as she quickly stepped back.

”It’s Boss... she’s looking for us.”

Before I could say anything, Rachel turned and ran a few steps toward the sound, raising her voice.

”Boss! We’re over here!”

A short while later, she returned with Maya in tow. Maya’s sharp eyes immediately landed on the newly built treehouse nestled among the three trees. She stopped and stared at it for a long second, then turned her gaze on me.

”You made this?”

I simply nodded.

At the same time, I activated Mind Reading. Maya’s thoughts came through clearly, heavy with a quiet, unexpected sadness.

[He built this... for Rachel. She already told me they’re dating. So why do I feel like this? Why does it feel like something that should have been mine was taken away...?]

A faint sheen of moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes, but she quickly blinked it away and forced a bright, interested expression onto her face.

”Can I take a look inside?”

I nodded and glanced at Rachel.

”Alright. I’ll take you both up.”

Rachel climbed the wooden staircase first, her movements light and excited. The simple ladder-like steps creaked softly under her weight as she disappeared into the treehouse above.

Maya followed right behind her. As I started up the stairs last, I happened to look upward — and was immediately treated to a clear, uninterrupted view from directly below.

Maya was still wearing the short leaf skirt. From this angle, the overlapping green leaves did almost nothing to provide real coverage. With every step she took, her long, smooth legs parted, and the loose fabric of the skirt shifted and lifted.

The full, round curves of her ass came into perfect view — soft, full cheeks that flexed slightly each time she pushed herself up to the next step. The underside of each cheek was completely bare, the skin smooth and faintly glistening with a light sheen of sweat from the walk and the earlier heat.

Because she still wasn’t wearing any panties, the most intimate parts of her were repeatedly exposed. Every time her thighs opened to climb the next rung, the soft, plump outer lips of her pussy became clearly visible from below. The neat strip of trimmed black hair sat right above, framing the delicate flesh.

The pink inner folds peeked out slightly whenever her legs spread wider for balance, and the tight, wrinkled ring of her asshole was briefly on display between her cheeks with almost every upward movement.

The afternoon light filtering through the leaves above only made the view clearer.

Each slow step she took gave me another lingering look at the heavy sway of her ass and the completely unprotected, bare pussy between her thighs. The soft flesh shifted and parted naturally with the motion of climbing, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I kept my expression carefully neutral and continued climbing at a steady pace, though my eyes remained fixed on the vulgar, intimate show unfolding directly above me with every step Maya took toward the treehouse entrance.

When we finally reached the top and stepped inside the treehouse, I took a slow, deep breath to calm the heat that had built up from the view on the way up.

Before I could fully steady myself, Maya suddenly stumbled forward with a soft cry.

”Hm... my legs...”

She fell against me, arms wrapping tightly around my neck as her full body pressed flush against mine. The soft, heavy weight of her breasts mashed into my chest, and her thighs brushed against my legs as she clung to me for support.

Rachel, who had been looking around the interior, immediately noticed the way her Boss was holding onto me. A complicated thought crossed her mind.

[Boss... even though I already told her that Dexter and I are dating... she’s still acting like this. She likes him, doesn’t she? Is she jealous?]

Rachel quickly stepped forward and gently took Maya’s arm.

”Boss, let me help you sit down.”

She guided Maya over to the soft flooring of dried green grass I had laid out earlier and carefully helped her lower herself onto it. Maya sank into the thick, springy layer with a small sound of surprise.

Both Rachel and Maya ran their hands over the surface, clearly impressed.

”It’s so soft...” Rachel murmured. ”It really feels just like a mattress.”

Maya nodded in agreement, still seated on the grass, her earlier clinginess momentarily forgotten as she took in the rest of the space. One side of the treehouse opened into a wide, natural window framed by the branches. Beyond it stretched a breathtaking view of the island — dense green canopy below, the sparkling blue of the ocean in the distance, and the clear sky above.

For a moment both women simply stared outward, the earlier tension fading under the beauty of the scenery.

”It’s so beautiful...” Maya said softly.

Rachel nodded beside her, eyes shining as she took in the same view.

”Yeah... it really is.”

The three of us remained there in the quiet treehouse, the soft grass underfoot and the open vista stretching out before us, while the complicated feelings from earlier still lingered just beneath the surface.