The days that followed were filled with a newfound tension, a silent understanding that passed between Zia and Lena. Lena, aware of the effect she had on Zia, began to test the boundaries of their unspoken attraction. One morning, as Zia was gathering wood, Lena emerged from the hut, her body glistening with sweat from her morning exercises. She flexed her muscles deliberately, her biceps bulging and her abs contracting in a display of raw power.
Zia's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she watched Lena move with a predatory grace. Lena's gaze met hers, a challenge and a promise in those dark, intense eyes. Without a word, Lena turned and walked away, disappearing into the forest, leaving Zia to grapple with the rush of desire that coursed through her veins.
Later that evening, as Zia sat by the fire, lost in thought, Lena returned, her clothes damp and clinging to her skin. She began to undress slowly, her eyes never leaving Zia's face. Zia's heart raced as Lena's clothes fell away, revealing her toned, muscular body once more. Lena's breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples hard and erect. She turned, giving Zia a full view of her back, the play of muscles beneath her skin, before disappearing into the forest again.
Zia waited until she was sure Lena was gone, her body aching with need. She lay back on the furs, her hands exploring her own body, imagining Lena's touch. Her fingers traced the curves of her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath her touch. She imagined Lena's strong hands on her, the weight of Lena's body pressing her into the furs.
Zia's breath came in ragged gasps as she slid her hand down her stomach, her fingers finding the wet heat between her thighs. She imagined Lena's mouth on her, her tongue exploring every inch of her, and she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she reached her climax, Lena's name on her lips.
Outside, Lena watched from the window, her eyes dark with desire. She had seen Zia's flushed face, heard her ragged breaths, and it had ignited a fire within her. Lena's hand moved to her own body, her fingers slipping between her thighs, mimicking the rhythm she had watched Zia use. She imagined Zia's hands on her, the feel of her body against hers, and her own climax built, matching the intensity of Zia's pleasure.
As the days passed, this became a ritual. Lena would intentionally flex her muscles, remove her clothes, and then disappear into the forest, watching Zia from the window. Sometimes, Zia would grind wantonly, calling Lena's name again and again, her fingers sliding in and out of her wet heat. Lena would watch, her own hand moving in time with Zia's, their pleasure building in tandem, a silent, shared secret in the heart of the forest.