At first all he saw was a smooth hand with long fingers, each one easily being three feet in length, curl around the sheer canyon wall. It was quickly followed by a dainty foot, pointed downward with thin toes as it stepped, and impossibly long legs far below.

  The kind that go all the way up.

  He shook his head and looked back down. Whoever it was, she had cleared the wall and was walking towards the waterfall. Her enormous, nude body filled the canyon. She was long and lithe; her skin dark and tan, further enhanced by the light shadows and violet dusklight. She slowly stepped forward off raised heels making her bare hips sway back and forth sensually. Her toes spread across the rocky bottom of the river as her slight weight played down upon them. She ran her hands down her trim stomach and around her thin waist. She placed something large on the ledge next to Greg but the driver didn't notice what it was; truthfully he didn't really care. She entered the cascading waters.

  The deluge split and showered around her broad shoulders. She smiled with a quick breath as she let it wash down her chest and curl over her magnificent breasts. The water glistened off of her tan skin, magnifying the darker freckles that were speckled across her front. Her nipples quickly became erect and stood out proudly as the cool liquid engulfed them. She knelt forward and put her brunette mane through the crystal flow, running her long fingers through as she washed it. She pulled on groups of silken strands, craning her neck and closing her eyes while she massaged her scalp.

  The water ran down every inch of her tall and lithe body. Across her wide shoulders, down through the length of her strong back, into the small arch of it, around the firm curves of her luscious posterior, onto her long thighs, over her smooth knees, and finally dripping off of her shapely calves where it met the river pooled about her thin feet.

  She smiled and did a slow turn in a wide arc; it sent a spray of water off of her hair upward where it caught the dusklight and sparkled for an instant before falling back down to earth. Her breasts heaved with the graceful movement and they quivered slightly. She ran her smooth hands over their glistening flesh and stepped back against the wall behind the waterfall. The water fell from directly over her and she reveled in the feel of the cool river touching every part of her giant body. One hand left her breast and glided down her stomach. She held it there for a moment, drawing small circles around the edge of her navel as she moistened her lips with her long tongue, and slid it downward into her the soft fur of her crotch.

  Her head tilted in the mild euphoria and she moaned softly, her dulcet voice echoing through the small canyon. She let her masterful fingers work gingerly; her breathing became shallow and began coming out in light gasps. She smiled. Her white teeth shined through the water as the sun continued to sink through the reddening clouds. One of her legs came up and she bent her knee as she placed her foot against the wall behind her; she spread her strong thighs further apart to give her fingers a bit more room to play. She giggled, starting to massage herself a little harder. She tilted her head farther back and the water crashed down on her forehead and closed eyes as she clenched her teeth and groaned.

  Her full breasts heaved up and down as her fingers stopped rubbing and started to slide in and out of herself. In and out. In and out. Her moaning climbed a notch and she began to grind her body against the wall in unison with her mild thrusts; her gyrating hips rolling up and down with her fingers in quickening rhythm. The phenomenal pressure building, the thrumming of the water against her skin, the coarse and comforting surface of the rock cliff brushing her back.

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  And she cried out.

  As she did, the last violet rays disappeared beneath the dimming horizon. The driver gasped as his trembling body froze at her sudden and sharp scream.

  Greg, who had been rocking back and forth as foam bubbled from his babbling lips for the past few minutes, broke out of his lethargy at the violent noise and looked up at the giant form of his his former girlfriend. He smiled with two of his stained teeth missing from it.

  He looked up the cliff and saw the man to whom he had spoken to earlier and frowned. The driver was rooted to his place high above him, still staring at Laura as she bathed her incredible body under the waterfall. Greg looked back at Laura and again at the driver. He scowled in jealousy.

  "HEY! SOMEONE'S SPYING ON YOU! HEY LAURA!"

  Laura quickly snapped out of her euphoria. Her anger was obvious and she glared at her captive, ready to swat him of his perch into the river below. Greg cowered in fear, tucking his head into his chest to avoid her searing ire.

  "Up th .. th ... up there," he nodded to the cliff overhead. "I swear! Someone's watching you!"

  Laura looked up and she caught eyes with her hidden observer.

  The driver fell backwards and out of view. A long arm shot over the edge and her hand slammed down upon the ground next to him; he felt her strength rumbling through the loose dirt. Her fingers groped about blindly for his body and he quickly pushed away with his legs and scooted backwards. After a few seconds her arm retreated back down. The driver sat shaking and listened, afraid to move.

  "OH DEAR GOD! SHE'S GETTING BIGGER!" Greg's words melted into a burbling frenzy.

  In another instant, Laura's face began to loom over the cliff. Her light brown hair, still wet with the river's foam, rose past the edge; it stuck to her forehead and fell about her ears in matted strands. Her wide eyes were filled with rage and they cast their gaze about as the thin bridge of her nose ascended into view. She immediately caught sight of him as she continued to expand. Soon her shoulders rose over the edge and then the swollen tops of her engorged breasts. The driver found himself staring once again at the large and firm dome shape of their greatness; their pert tips glowed a deep purple in the budding moonlight.

  Laura reached out with a tanned arm, the skin tight and smooth over the strong muscle. Her fingers cast a stretched shadow over him with the dying light of the day. Each one was almost as long as he was tall and they easily covering him. Her nails curled underneath his back and she lifted him in the air. His long hair was trapped under her thumb as gravity tugged him in every direction while she turned her hand and pulled him closer to her. Her slick palm was warm and he could feel the beating of her heart all around him in the darkness. The violent movement ceased and she slowly uncurled her fingers.

  He watched them fold away through blurry eyes and he caught sight of Greg once again; he was passed out in his chair beside a giant ball of soap. The driver turned himself on to his back and looked up; his tan face paled under her angered gaze. All of her skin still glistened with crystal water and the light sweat of the warm evening.

  Laura just stood there looking at her prisoner. She had a sweet scent about her and an unbelievable sense of power that kept his body numb with apprehension. He watched her breathe; each methodical exhale sent a cool breeze on to his slightly wet body that chilled the damp clothing that stuck to it.

  "Well?," Laura said with a forced calm. Her fingers curled slightly in mild warning. "What do you have to say for yourself little man?"

  The driver smiled a faint grin and and nodded his head back toward Greg's ledge.

  "That's a whole lotta Zest."

  She immediately closed her hand in a fist and shook him violently. His head, just peeking out over the top of her index finger, wobbled helplessly as blood began to pound in his temples. He felt the vertebrate in his neck pop as he wobbled like a limp spring.

  "YOU LITTLE SNEAK! YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO SPY ON ME!" Her tan face flushed red with anger and the heat from her palm quickly dried his clothes. She abruptly stopped her tantrum and a wicked smile began to cross her lips. Laura reopened her hand and looked at her dazed prisoner. "YOU WANTED A GOOD PEEK AT MY BODY, HMM?"

  He couldn't hear her, all he was aware of was the painful throbbing in his temples and a soft drumming that was punctuated with his coughing. She began poking at him with her other hand, dragging off his shoes and socks with a light tug from her index.

  "I'LL GIVE YOU A NICE CLOSE LOOK!" She pinched him and pulled; he felt something tear and he had the sensation of being lifted in the air and dropped back down onto a soft bed.

  He broke out of his dull trance and tried to glance about. He was still resting on her huge hand, but the scenery around him was beginning to loom higher; a sudden bout of vertigo brought his hand over his eyes and he held his breath. Her palm wasn't expanding and he didn't think she was growing anymore; and that would have sent the scenery downward in any case. The driver looked down and blinked the blurriness out of his vision.

  He was naked. Completely, and utterly, naked.

  "Wow, that must have been some party."

  Laura's large tanned breasts passed by him slowly and he watched them float upward. Each one was about eight feet across and they shined dully in the soft, white moonglow. Her stomach was lean and hard from years of toil and unappreciated servitude. A steady stream of water ran over the upper lip of her navel and it shivered as Laura smiled in mild anticipation.

  She lowered him further. He blinked and the thought began to dawn on him of what she was probably doing. He was about to jump and dive into the water below but her long fingers closed around his body again. They didn't constrict this time, but they did anchor him to his plight. Gravity dropped out again and nausea attacked his senses once more as Laura bent her knees and slid her back down the canyon wall as she sat down.

  Her backside touched the water and quickly hit the river bottom; it spread only slightly as she settled down and spread her long legs wide. The water, deep by most standards, just lapped around ankles and firm posterior as the water still cascaded over the back of her head and around her shoulders. The driver watched it stream over her ripe breasts as best as he could as she brought him towards her. She used her free hand to gently spread herself open, her nose twitching and eyes flittering with the light throb of pleasure. He could feel the warmth emanating from inside of her and he breathed in her musky scent as she slowly worked herself into a burning sexual excitement.

  Laura's grip on him shifted as she grasped him by the shoulders and pointed his legs towards her anxious womanhood and moved him forward. He tried to squirm free from her powerful fingers as he watched her engorged clitoris pulsate with each beat of her heart. She spread her labia open a little further and her mouth opened wide with a high shriek and a smile. Her overpowering fragrance made him dizzy and he had to jerk his eyes open as he felt the soles of his feet press against something soft and yielding. He kicked wildly and tried to turn over to gain a better position. She just gasped with pleasure as he did so and started to laugh wickedly.

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