Julie's Day

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Julie's Day

Postby Viridian » Fri Aug 14, 2020 4:09 am

The day couldn’t get any worse, and it was only morning. Julie was running out of time to complete her research. Terrible weather had prevented her from doing her observations, and a fever put her out of action for a crucial week. She had one more day before she had to fly out. As she gathered what few notes she managed to write, she discovered her camcorder was missing. Her guide, foolishly, had tried to clean it by rinsing it in dish water. Furious at losing her most important item, Julie stormed out of the camp and decided to head into the jungle alone. After hours of trekking through the jungle mist, she had gotten nowhere. She wasn’t even sure where she was. She sat down and tried to regather her thoughts. The hot, damp air soaked into her shirt, clinging to every curve of her ample chest, making it obvious to anyone that she was braless – her luggage having gone missing on route to the camp.

Then, a familiar sound echoed through the rainforest. To someone else, it would’ve been ambient noise. To Julie, it was the answer to her prayers. She looked up and saw a group of monkeys hanging from the branches. They noticed her too and scampered away. Not wanting to lose her only chance, Julie left her pack behind, grabbed her notebook and ran after them. The monkeys were much more agile in their native habitat – which was exactly what Julie was researching. In contrast, Julie was a clumsy oaf, running into ferns and trees. It was difficult to see what was ahead when looking up.

Instead of looking up, she should have been looking down.

Her guide had warned her about the dangers of the jungle, including quicksand. Julie had dismissed it as a way to scare off tourists. The clearing she was standing it would have been any other innocuous patch of earth. However, judging by the way the muddy surface glistened with moisture, rippled around her and the fact that she was SINKING, it was definitely NOT an innocuous clearing. The monkeys, seeing her peril, laughed and disappeared, glad to be rid of the pesky human.

Julie swore under her breath, despairing over what was perhaps the last opportunity she got to observe the monkeys. The mud pulling on her legs reminded her of the more immediate problem. She was already up to her thighs. The dark mud oozed around her legs and shifted beneath her feet. She heard that moving would only make her sink faster, but even standing still, she felt herself going deeper. Slowly, but constantly.

She looked around for a way to escape. Unfortunately, she had stupidly run right into the middle of the quicksand bog, and from the way the mud undulated, there was nothing solid within reach. She knew she had a rope in her pack, but she had left it behind. She contemplated taking her shirt off to grab onto something, but even if she was fine with sacrificing her modesty, it would’ve done no good. Neither the bushes, the vines or the trees were close enough. Not wanting to give up without a fight, she tried pulling on her legs. She instantly regretted this as she suddenly sank to her hips.

Her descent briefly slowed down as the sucking mud took its time to swallow her curvy derriere. She let out a sudden moan, surprised at how strong the mud’s grip was. She shuddered to think that it was literally inescapable. She tested the surface with her hands to see if she could push herself up, but as soon as the spongy surface threatened to pull her hands, she retracted them. This sudden movement caused the mud to stir. Her descent hastened again. “Oh, no, no no…” she cried, watching helplessly as the mud oozed up her midriff.

In that moment, she became aware of someone watching her. She blinked. It wasn’t an illusion. There WAS someone there, in the middle of the jungle, standing at the edge of the bog.

“Stay still, it’s quicksand,” he said.

Julie wanted to roll her eyes at the obvious statement, but with the mud creeping up her belly, she was in no position to complain. The man introduced himself as David. He took off his pack and started to pull at the nearby vines. He asked about what she did, but seemed to be more obsessed with talking about his own research on ant species. A fascinating, intellectual conversation for another time, but not when she was sinking deeper and deeper in quicksand.

“Um, David?”

David didn’t seem to hear her. He was muttering something about not bringing his machete. That certainly would have helped, but not right now. Julie watched anxiously as the quicksand crept closer to her chest. Sensing a new prize, the mud pushed up against her underside of her breasts, cupping them intimately. Julie felt herself slipping ever deeper. The mud pressed on, moving over her hard nipples, finding its way into her cleavage, then closing her bosom. The soft, warm sensation, combined with her impending doom, drove Julie to cry out.

“David! Help me!”

David turned just in time to see her peril. The quicksand closed over Julie’s shoulders as David began his rescue.

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Based on the story "David's Day" by Crypto
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