The whoop of the hyena woke us all. The full moon cast an eerie glow on the African bush. The surrounding tall knob thorn and leadwood trees silently witnessed the hyena uttering another deep-throated whoop, calling the clan. The fire embers glowed faintly three meters from my sleeping position. I grabbed my camera and scrambled to the fire as the hyena made an appearance. A volley of shutters clicked in the night, the flashes filling in the dark spots on the moonlit night.
The hyena was unfazed by the photographic attention. Somebody threw a few logs onto the dying fire, sending exploding sparks into the night. Five pair of eyes stared at the hyena, drooping his head, sniffing the air for carrion or fresh meat. We were on a field-guide training course on a private game reserve next to the Kruger National Park in South Africa.
Vanessa, the course leader and an experienced ranger, looked like an Amazon goddess, with long blond hair and tits to die for. Larry, an Australian, the talker of the group, knew he was sexy and funny. Next to me was Thandi, a tall African beauty, with luscious lips and firm breasts.
Then there was I, Sandra, the horny slut of the group. My whole body is an erogenous zone and the slightest sensual touch can send shivers of lust down to my shaven pussy. We were on our third night on the course but our first sleep-out night. I never sleep in clothes, even when I am with strangers. It caused a lot of embarrassing moments for others while I thought it fun. I always thought it silly to undress and then dress in different clothes when you go to bed.
The next morning you have to repeat the same procedure. What a waste. Larry and William slowly tore their eyes from the approaching carnivore to look at my nakedness.
