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The following is a SRP fanfiction based on the 1981 movie "Tarzan" with Bo Derek, and picks up at the scene pictured above. An innocent Tarzan is finding an equally innocent Jane pretty interesting, and is about to let his curiosity take control when a rifle fired by Jane's father interrupts Tarzan's exploration. But what if Tarzan and Jane hadn't been interrupted? Where would have things gone? Let's find out!
Jane wasn't disappointed. Not really. It was for the best that something hadn't happened. Really, the only proper thing.
That's what she kept telling herself.
It was the most amazing adventure she had ever experience, and had ever imagining experience. And it read like one of those penny novels she had read back home of Victorian adventuresses exploring jungles and ancient temples with a handsome if slightly mentally handicapped chaperone. And like the penny novels, blouses might rip, bosoms might heave, but nothing untoward ever happened. Oh, lives might hang in the balance, and villains might leer, but nothing ever happened, though something might be hinted at after the last page was turned.
She wasn't sure what she expected from Tarzan, what she feared and hoped from Tarzan, but it had just been like the penny novels. Bosoms heaved, clothes were ripped, but nothing untoward happened.
She almost felt sorry for herself.
In actuality, her clothes hadn't ripped, but she had discarded more than one layer of undergarments upon arriving at her father's camp. Layer upon layer was all well and good for England, but the heat of the subSaharan jungle forbade that.
She wasn't sure what she expected when Tarzan had taken her, but nothing had happened. He had actually seemed kind of timid around her. Curious, but timid. She had spent a night in the tree, climbed down a vine, and now she was swimming in a jungle pool with him, observing him. Tarzan, for his part, acted like he had temporarily forgotten her. She couldn't help but stare at him, admiring his...beauty. He was very beautiful, in a masculine sort of way, and she even admitted so out loud, though she knew he couldn't understand a word she said.
The only flaw in Tarzan's beauty was his failure to ever smile. She motioned him over and reached for his face with her fingers. He immediately grabbed her wrists, stopping her. It was rather humorous, she thought, that he could even think that she was capable of hurting him. She said as much. She knew he couldn't understand her, but something in the tone of her voice must have made him decide that her intentions were benign.
She lifted up her fingers to the corner of his lips, and forced a smile on his face. As soon as she removed her fingers, the frown on his face returned. She matched his frown with a mock one of her own.
"We'll have to work on that," she decided out loud.
Tarzan's fingers reached for her lips, and she leaned forward a little, as he gently explored her mouth. He did this for a few seconds, then his fingers and gaze dropped lower. Bo followed Tarzan's gaze and a sudden startled realization hit her. The swim in the jungle pool had rendered her blouse partially transparent and, since she was now standing just waist deep in the water, her breasts were on partial display for Tarzan, who had taken a keen interest in them. Her nipples, which had hardened in the cool air, became even harder under Tarzan's gaze. Tarzan tugged her blouse tighter and began pouring handfuls of water over her breasts to make her blouse to make it even more transparent. Tarzan continued doing this as Jane began speculating that her virginity might be in danger, and that such a situation might be a bad thing. Jane held her breath and expectation and watched wide eyed as Tarzan slowly slid his hand inside her blouse.
The following is a SRP fanfiction based on the 1981 movie "Tarzan" with Bo Derek, and picks up at the scene pictured above. An innocent Tarzan is finding an equally innocent Jane pretty interesting, and is about to let his curiosity take control when a rifle fired by Jane's father interrupts Tarzan's exploration. But what if Tarzan and Jane hadn't been interrupted? Where would have things gone? Let's find out!
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Jane wasn't disappointed. Not really. It was for the best that something hadn't happened. Really, the only proper thing.
That's what she kept telling herself.
It was the most amazing adventure she had ever experience, and had ever imagining experience. And it read like one of those penny novels she had read back home of Victorian adventuresses exploring jungles and ancient temples with a handsome if slightly mentally handicapped chaperone. And like the penny novels, blouses might rip, bosoms might heave, but nothing untoward ever happened. Oh, lives might hang in the balance, and villains might leer, but nothing ever happened, though something might be hinted at after the last page was turned.
She wasn't sure what she expected from Tarzan, what she feared and hoped from Tarzan, but it had just been like the penny novels. Bosoms heaved, clothes were ripped, but nothing untoward happened.
She almost felt sorry for herself.
In actuality, her clothes hadn't ripped, but she had discarded more than one layer of undergarments upon arriving at her father's camp. Layer upon layer was all well and good for England, but the heat of the subSaharan jungle forbade that.
She wasn't sure what she expected when Tarzan had taken her, but nothing had happened. He had actually seemed kind of timid around her. Curious, but timid. She had spent a night in the tree, climbed down a vine, and now she was swimming in a jungle pool with him, observing him. Tarzan, for his part, acted like he had temporarily forgotten her. She couldn't help but stare at him, admiring his...beauty. He was very beautiful, in a masculine sort of way, and she even admitted so out loud, though she knew he couldn't understand a word she said.
The only flaw in Tarzan's beauty was his failure to ever smile. She motioned him over and reached for his face with her fingers. He immediately grabbed her wrists, stopping her. It was rather humorous, she thought, that he could even think that she was capable of hurting him. She said as much. She knew he couldn't understand her, but something in the tone of her voice must have made him decide that her intentions were benign.
She lifted up her fingers to the corner of his lips, and forced a smile on his face. As soon as she removed her fingers, the frown on his face returned. She matched his frown with a mock one of her own.
"We'll have to work on that," she decided out loud.
Tarzan's fingers reached for her lips, and she leaned forward a little, as he gently explored her mouth. He did this for a few seconds, then his fingers and gaze dropped lower. Bo followed Tarzan's gaze and a sudden startled realization hit her. The swim in the jungle pool had rendered her blouse partially transparent and, since she was now standing just waist deep in the water, her breasts were on partial display for Tarzan, who had taken a keen interest in them. Her nipples, which had hardened in the cool air, became even harder under Tarzan's gaze. Tarzan tugged her blouse tighter and began pouring handfuls of water over her breasts to make her blouse to make it even more transparent. Tarzan continued doing this as Jane began speculating that her virginity might be in danger, and that such a situation might be a bad thing. Jane held her breath and expectation and watched wide eyed as Tarzan slowly slid his hand inside her blouse.