“Good morning everyone.”
“My name is T’Shawn, I’ll be your guide for today’s climb.”
The deep rumbling voice brought her out of her reverie. Shaunelle couldn’t believe the voice she was hearing, that deep husky timbre of a voice jolted her insides for a moment. The sensation that overwhelmed her for that brief moment was not of fear but one of wonderment and intrigue.
She peered through the group of strangers, trying to catch a glimpse of the face that went with the voice, but he had already turned away speaking to another member of the group.
The climb to the top of the volcano, Qualibou, seemed long and rigid. Shaunelle wished she had put on shorts and a tank top, as her clothes were beginning to cling to every part of her body, with perspiration coming from every pore. Every now and again, she would catch a glimpse of T’Shaun, the guide, as well as snippets
of his dialogue about the volcano being at an elevation of 777 meters and its last eruption being in 1766.
Shaunelle found herself watching him every chance she got, as she began to fantasize about those sinew muscles working themselves on her, just as they were
now doing beneath his cotton tee shirt with every move he made. The higher they climbed, the more her excitement grew as she visualized her own little eruptions happening inside.