Claudia laid there gasping for breath, the recent blast of pleasure still in her mind, as well as in her loins. Having not yet returned to reality, she floated in a hazy space, numbed by the experience. When he slid out of her, she reflexively gave one final squeeze, as if hoping that would make him - and the pleasure - stay.

She heard his retreating footsteps. Claudia allowed herself to collapse on the ground, relaxing her muscles. She was dimly aware that she was covered completely in sweat, as well as some other liquids. Her breathing rate began to decrease and resume its normal rate; her body stopped its shudders and became still. As Claudia regained her breath, she slowly regained her senses too, and the shock of what she had just done finally hit her. What had happened to her? Not only had she suffered a perfectly healthy orgasm, but she had enjoyed it. Immensely. She tried to tell herself that she had had no choice in the matter, that she'd been forced to please him. But there was no denying that in the end, she had pleased herself as well.

Claudia felt someone grab her and lift her to her feet. Shakily, she followed Naba to the stream, taking note of the items he was carrying. As she sat on the boulder, he untied her hands. Relieved, she rubbed some feeling back into her wrists, thankful for the use of her fingers again. She jumped a little when the cloth touched her, realizing that he was going to clean her. She began to protest, but her words died in her throat as the soft, gentle motions of the cloth moved over her body, soothing and relaxing her. Despite herself, she found herself looking over Naba's nude form. He was quite handsome.

What was happening to her? She could not talk herself to blissful ignorance here. The fact remained true that she was attracted to Naba and that she had enjoyed how he had used her. Shamed, Claudia looked away from him, to her own reflection in the water.