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Crashed & Burned

By: Moonlight_33



Nikki hated to fly at the best of times, but as she stood on the tarmac looking at the airplane they had provided for her for this trip, she shook her head in disbelief. "They have got to be kidding." 

In front of her was plane not much bigger than her car, actually, her limousine was probably bigger and a damn sight more stable. It would probably fly faster too. Surely they didn't honestly expect her to fly to one of the most important business meetings of her career, in this heap of junk. It just wasn't good enough.

"G'day miss. You must be Nikki Harper. I'm Dave, your pilot."

She turned to see before her the only thing that could have made this trip worse. The man to whom she was to entrust her life was little more than a cowboy, denim jeans with the knee ripped on one leg, flannelette shirt unbuttoned to the waist and loosely tucked into his jeans, leather boots and to top it off, a western hat. She looked him up and down several times, hoping that at some point she was going to wake up from this nightmare and find her self before the company jet and the regular pilot. "You're kidding right? This is all a big joke set up by someone at work, and any time now they are going to call and let me know that this is supposed to be funny."

Dave twisted his mouth in thought for a moment and gave her a very serious look. He had his own ideas about having to be stuck in the cockpit for three hours with an obviously uptight bitch. Still, he needed the money and they had offered him an extra five hundred dollars if he could leave right away. It seemed he was the only one available, and they were desperate. If he had known the cargo he would be carrying was going to be Miss Harper, super bitch, he would have told them to make her swim. 

"Laugh all you like lady, I'm flying out of here in five minuets, with or without you." He threw his bag into the back of the plane and started walking back to the hanger; the haughty Miss Harper on his heals.

"That suits me fine. I will simply find another plane with a pilot who has some manners." 

Dave stopped dead in his tracks, turning and raising one eyebrow at her. "Suits me too, you go find your self a nice fancy plane, and while your at it, find yourself a nice fancy excuse for your boss, cause my plane is the only one leaving this airfield today that's heading in the direction you wanna go. But hey, if you wanna wait till tomorrow, there will be Lea jet in the hanger right over there and I am sure they would love to fly your upper class ass anywhere you want to go." He turned and continued on to the hanger leaving her standing there with her mouth agape. 

"I can't wait till tomorrow, I have to be there this morning. Are you sure there are no other planes?" 

Lifting a crate and making his way back to his aircraft, he said quite simply, "If you don't believe me then keep standing right where you are, cause I am leaving right now and I don't need you under me wheels while I'm trying to take off."

Nikki stamped her foot and made a loud, infuriated grunting noise. Obviously she had no choice, but she was going to make damn sure they provided her with descent transportation for the trip back. This was the first and last time she was setting foot in this flying matchbox. Turning up to this meeting in this hunk of junk was going to be humiliating enough with having to be seen getting back into it. She would rather swim home.

Since the only seating in the plane was the pilot seat, and the one next to him in the front, she had no choice but to scramble in through the small access door, and wedge herself into the confined area with as much dignity as she could muster. Even coach on a commercial flight had more space than this. And to make matters worse, she had to sit closer to Dave then should have been humanly tolerable. Oh…If only she didn't want this promotion so badly. 

Dave watched as Nikki scrambled into his aircraft. The plane was not only his livelihood, it was his pride and joy, and for someone like her to come along and tell him it wasn't good enough really annoyed him. She had a great body, well worth watching, but he did wonder for a moment just how much of it was real, and how much was plastic. He'd heard all the tales about how these high-class women kept their shape. Still, she did have a nice ass, and when she bent over to climb into the cockpit, he caught a glimpse of her creamy white thighs beneath her short suite skirt, all the way up to her pale pink satin panties. As good as she looked; a man would have to be crazy to even think about getting close to a woman like that. Some ponies just weren't worth the risk of injury to break them in, and this little filly could probably bite harder than she could buck, so he thought it best that he get her to her destination as quickly as possible, and run for cover.

With the last of the cargo loaded, and Miss Harper securely strapped into her seat, Dave climbed in and closed the hatch. Glancing across at his passenger, she sat there with her arms folded across her chest, staring out the window, looking much like a spoiled brat that had been sent to her room without desert. For a moment he was tempted to say something, to try and ease the tension between them, but somehow, he doubted anything he said would help, so he turned his attention to the preflight checks.

Looking out of the window, staring at nothing in particular, Nikki found herself so angry and humiliated at her circumstances that she wanted to cry. Never had her pride been so badly bruised. She was unsure just whom she should thank for finding her this flight, but she was damn sure that when she found out, and she would find out, they would regret this day for a very long time. 

As the plane left the tarmac, Nikki's fingers clung tight to the edge of her seat. If she had not been so determined to hang onto her anger, she might have enjoyed it. When she was younger, she had been a great fan of the fastest rides in the amusement parks, but that was before she became successful and had an image to maintain. There was much she's had to sacrifice for her career, but some day, when she had reached the top, it would all be worth it. An air current lifted the aircraft suddenly and snapped Nikki back from her thought. She didn't realize she had squealed in surprise until Dave put his hand tenderly on her arm. 

"Nothing to worry about Miss Harper. It's just a thermal. They pop up from time to time, just to make sure you're awake." His voice was smooth, and comforting. The right corner of his mouth curled up a little in a cheeky grin, and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. He had never failed to charm a woman before, but right at that moment, he would have settled for having her relax a little.

She gave him a harsh stair, trying desperately to maintain her composure, but it was becoming more and more difficult, and quite exhausting. "I think I have flown often enough to know what a thermal is. What concerns me is weather or not this flying tin can will hold together long enough to get us to the Island."

"Can't make any guarantees on that Miss, but you better hope it does. These are some of the most shark-infested waters in the world, and I can't swim." He tried to look as serious as he could, but when her face became noticeably paler, he had to turn and look out the window so she could not see the smirk on his face. 

An hour and a half had passed in relative silence when all of a sudden, the engines began to splutter. Dave swung his attention back to the instruments only to find them all going crazy. Needles spun and lights flashed as he found himself struggling to control the plane. A quick glance at Nikki revealed the cause of the problem. She was sitting there, with her laptop open and running. 

"What the hell? Turn it off. Turn it off right now!" he was yelling at her, reaching out with one hand trying to find where to shut the computer down, while struggling to bring the plane under control. 

Nikki panicked, grabbing her precious laptop and hugging it tight to her chest, not thinking of turning it off before she did so. Her heart was racing, and she found it impossible to think as the view out of the windscreen turned from sky, to ocean. With Dave screaming at her to turn it off, and trying to grab it out of her arms, she had the sudden realization of what had happened. Franticly she opened the case, her trembling fingers reaching for the keys that would shit it down. With a "click" it was done, but it was to late for Dave to recover much control. A small island came into view and Dave swore with a small measure of relief, turning the plane as much as possible to direct it towards the only land they had seen in over an hour. Leveling out as much as he could, the aircraft skimmed across the surface of the water, shallow coal reef ripping into the underside of fuselage before the tip of the left wing dipped into the surf, sending the plane into a spin and up onto the sand. Both wings gave way with a crash, and the fuselage was send hurtling into the trees like an arrow, coming to rest with a thud against a large rotted tree trunk. 

It took a few moments for Dave to regain his senses; his head feeling much like his brains had been shaken loose. Nikki was unconscious, a thin stream of blood running down the side of her face and soaking into the collar of her jacket. Dave had always found the cumbersome seatbelt in his plane annoying before, but after this, he would never complain about them again. Releasing the buckles, he leaned over to take a better look at his passenger. Her breathing was soft, and even, the small wound above her temple was already congealing with dried blood, and apart from being unconscious, she seemed other wise unharmed. Under different circumstances, he would have taken pleasure in watching her sleep, but this was neither the time, nor the place for such thoughts. 

Taking a moment to assess their situation, he made a mental note to have a word with the makers of this particular type of aircraft. Although it flew great, and was wonderfully economical, it was not designed with this type of crash in mind. Getting the unconscious Nikki out of her seat without doing her any more possible damage was not going to be easy. Taking off his jacket, he slipped it between her head and the window, then unfastened her seatbelt. She slumped a little, and he had to move fast to catch her weight, but lifting her from the seat and easing her into the baggage area proved to be a little easier that he had anticipated. Thankfully she was a rather small and slight woman. If her size had reflected her attitude, he would have been in real trouble. 

She moaned a little as he set her down, reaching for his jacket once more and placing it beneath her pretty head. A purple lump was beginning to form beneath the small head wound, but there seemed to be little other damage. He had no doubt though, that the headache and shock she was going to wake up with, was going to make her company all the less pleasant. 

Returning to the cockpit, Dave reached for the radio, and became somewhat disillusioned when the microphone came away in his hand, the wires torn from the console. He made sure everything was shut down, so at least if he could repair the radio, there would be battery power left to run it. The fuel tanks were empty, the reef had seen to that, but he did have a well-stocked first aid kit, and emergency flares. 

As Nikki slept, Dave began stripping the plane and building a camp. Nightfall would be upon them soon enough, and even if he was lucky enough to be able to get the radio to work, it would be unlikely that they would be rescued before morning, and this island was an unknown quantity to him. He had flown this rout many times, and had never notice the island being there before. So, either it had magically appeared out of no where, or he was way off cause. Just how long had she had that wretched laptop open before he'd seen it? Damn stupid woman! As he looked at the crumpled remains of his life, his own mood became a little less hospitable, so he tried to concentrate on the task at hand. He could always sue Miss Harper or her company for another plane after they were rescued. A thought that brightened him a little. Someone had to pay for the loss of his livelihood, and was going to make damn sure Miss I'm too Damn Good For The World, was going to cough up at least some of it.

After checking Nikki again, Dave took a bucket and set off in search of water. Relief washed over him when, not far away, the sounds of a waterfall reached his ears. Stepping through the undergrowth, he found himself looking upon one of the most beautiful works of nature he had ever seen. Sparkling, clear water poured from a hole in a rock wall, and tumbled six feet into a circular pool that looked as though it could well have been man made. The water then followed a small canal, and traced its way down towards the beach. Along one side of the pool were dozens of water lilies in bloom, in colors and shades that almost took his breath away. Brightly colored parrots landed on the rocks to drink, seemingly oblivious to his presence. He could have stopped and gazed upon this place for hours, but there were more pressing matters to be dealt with. Dipping the bucket in the pool, he turned and made his way back to the plane, and the sleeping Nikki. 

The longer she slept, the more he began to worry that her injuries might have been more severe that he had originally thought. Leaning over her, he gazed down upon her face as she slept. She really was quite beautiful, for a bitch, but looking at her in her state of slumber, it was hard to believe that she was really as bad as she made out to be. But then, people are seldom as they appear in the world of high finance. With a sigh, he gently stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling the softness of her skin and breathing in the sweet floral odor of her perfume. She stirred a little at his touch, moaning softly and fluttering her eyelids. 

"Nikki. Nikki, wake up. Miss Harper, do you feel ok?" Tenderly he touched her forehead, checking for a possible temperature, and coaxing her to wake. 

Slowly she opened her eyes, gazing up into his with a glazed over look. Suddenly she became completely alert. "You! You maniac! You could have killed me!" Slapping his hand away she backed away from him and up against the side of the plane. 

"Nikki, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. Though God would probably forgive me if I did. It's your fault we're stuck here, you and your damn computer. You destroyed my plane. Now get your ass out here and help me set up camp. We're gonna be here for a while I'd say and I'll be damned if I am going to butler to you while you take a nice vacation." With that he turned away from her before his anger got the better of him.

Nikki climbed from the plane, almost spitting at him. "What the hell do you mean, MY fault? It was your piece of shit plane that got us stuck here. If I had been given half descent transport in the first place this would never have happened. How was I supposed to know my laptop would bug out your flying tin can?" Nikki knew she was in the wrong, but there was only a slim chance in hell that she was ever going to admit it to this moron. "Why don't you just get on the radio and call for help? I have a meeting to get to you know?"

Dave's tolerance was just about at its limit and containing his anger was becoming more and more difficult. Picking up the remnants of the radio, he held it out just a few inches from her nose. "The radio is, to all intensive purposes, fucked, thanks to your little toy, and since your toy also took out the navigation, I have no idea where there hell we are, so until someone discovers we're missing, we're stuck. Like it or lump it." Setting the radio down beside the supplies, he set to looking for a way to make cover for the night. 

Nikki was about ready to scream with frustration. It wasn't fair. This was her big brake and this idiot had to go and ruin everything. With her hands curled up in tight little fists, and her face flushed with emotion, she stormed away from Dave and the wrecked plane with no idea of where she was going. She just had to be away from him. Surely there was some kind of civilization around here somewhere. 

As much as Dave was pissed off with Nikki, he didn't want to see anything bad happen to her. She was his passenger, and until he delivered her to her destination, she was his responsibility. She was in shock, with her ego more bruised than her body, and she had no idea how to survive outside of the city. No sooner had she vanished into the trees, than Dave decided that he had better follow her and bring her back. It was a wise decision as not more than half a minuet later; Nikki's screams split the night air like a knife. Dave broke into a run, all kinds of images going through his mind as to what could have happened. With his knife in his hand, he found her, frozen in her tracks, a large python dangling from a branch not more than a foot in front of her face. Shaking his head in wonder, he tucked his knife back into his belt. Grabbing her hand, he lead her back to the camp, sitting her on a log and pouring her a mug of the fine English scotch he'd been transporting to the resort where she was to have had her meeting. She drank it straight down and held out the mug for more. 

"Best you don't go wandering off like that Miss Harper. Never know what's out there in the wilds. Could be all kinds of dangerous critters just waiting for an easy meal." His tone was serious. He didn't want to terrify the poor girl, but he did want to get his point across. Her eyes wet wide and her face ghostly white as somewhere in the jungle, a creature called out, it's shrieking sound echoing through the trees. Dave had to smother a smirk. The creatures timing was perfect. He doubted she would wander more then a few feet from the aircraft, or him, again. 

Dave unloaded most of the plane and covered the cargo with a tarpaulin. If there were creatures out there looking for an easy meal, he was not going to provide it for them. As the sunset, and the night air began to chill, he built up the fire, and spread out his swag in the cargo area of the plane. Dinner was a combination of whatever the resort had ordered as cocktail condiments, washed down with scotch. By this time, Nikki was more then a little tipsy, and badly in need of a bathroom. Dave, being a perfect gentleman, aided Nikki by holding the torch, and waiting by the trees till she was done. 

Back at the plane, Nikki climbed up into the swag and went right to sleep, muttering something about her life being over and it all being his fault. Dave waited until she was settled, then climbed in behind her. She would no doubt have words in the morning, but for tonight, he had no intention of sleeping on the cold ground just for the sake of her ego. Pulling a blanket over them both, he laid back and waited for morning, listening to the sounds of the night, and her gentle breathing. 

Some time during the night, a chill breeze sprang up and swept in off the ocean. Nikki rolled over and cuddled in close to Dave, her head resting on his shoulder, her arm over his chest and her leg wrapped over his. At first he thought to roll her back over, but when she sighed softly and snuggled in closer, he found he rather enjoyed the feel of her, even if she wasn't aware of what she was doing. Her hair smelled of roses, soft and silky against his arm, and he could still smell the subtle scent of her perfume. She was a beautiful woman to look upon, and Dave wondered that if beneath her bitch persona, she might have been a beautiful person within as well. Watching her sleep, he thought it was highly possible, but then, at this stage in his life, he didn't have the time or the energy to try and break through her walls. He had more then enough to deal with without taking on more trouble, and this woman certainly knew how to get him into trouble. 


Crashed & Burned



Dave was grateful that dawn found him awake, and not Nikki. Slipping from the plane, he tucked the blanket in about her and went in search of more sustainable food. With a bit of luck, she would have no memory of him ever sleeping beside her, and he could avoid her lecture on how he had no right to take advantage of her, or what ever she might think up to accuse him of. He really didn't need it this morning. 

This island was smaller then he had first though, but big enough to be self-sustainable. He found the remains of a cottage, abandon long ago, but was fortunate that the fruit trees planted by the inhabitants still thrived in the tropical environment. He filled his pack with mangoes, oranges, pineapples and a variety of exotics he didn't know the names of. There was one he especially liked that looked a little like an apple, but tasted more like a peach. On his way back to Miss Harper, he stumbled upon something he hadn't expected. 

It seemed Nikki had woken and tried to follow him, and upon finding the rock pool, decided to take a bath instead. Dave stopped short of the clearing, setting down the pack and watching her from the cover of the trees. Her figure had been impressive in her dark skirt suite, but naked, she was breathtaking. 

Lifting handfuls of the cool water, she poured it over her face and neck, letting it run down over her chest and breasts. The day was already promising to be more then a little tropical, and the pool was a welcome relief to the building heat of the day. As she kneeled in the pool, her perfectly molded breasts bobbing up and down just above the surface of the water. Dave could see the hard pink points of her nipples, contracting and tightening as the cool water ran over them, and quickly became aware of the tightening in his pants. 

It had been some times since the mere sight of a naked woman had aroused him so much, but there was something about Nikki that seemed to make his blood boil. It was not just the way her body was sculpted, or the gentle curve of her slender form. Nor was it the flawlessness of her creamy skin, or her long silken blond hair. It was the woman herself. So strong, and yet so very frail. He wanted to go to her, to touch her and taste that hot, wet flesh, but he knew to do so would cause hell, and spoil a memory he wanted to burn deep into the back of his mind. 

He became more aware of the discomfort his erection was causing in his jeans. He always liked his clothing to be a good fit, and jeans did not allow for such sudden expansion. Unbuckling his belt, he slid the zipper open and pulled his cock free of its confines, releasing a soft sigh of relief as he exposed himself. With one discomfort taken care of, there was another that was becoming even more demanding. His cock was ridged with need, his balls aching with a dull throb that went deep into his loins. He felt like a pervert, hiding in the bushes and getting off on watching girls bath, but it could not be helped. He needed relief, and could wait no longer to have it. 

Taking his shaft in his hand, he ran his palm over the length of it. It wasn't quite as long as he would have liked, but it was thick, tapering only when it reached the base of the head. Swollen purple and smooth, he tried to imagine Miss Nikki Harper on her knees before him, her tongue outstretched and her pretty pink lips open to receive him. The image surged through him as his hand encased his manhood, stroking it slowly as his imagination swept him away. He could almost feel her moist lips on his shaft, her hot breath on his balls, and the head of his cock rubbing again the roof of her mouth. He could picture his fingers buried deep in her blond locks, holding her head firm as he fucked the inner depths of her delicious mouth. 

As his free hand cupped his balls, he thought of her moaning softly as she pleasured him, sucking him deeper and harder with every saliva soaked stroke. Faster and faster he plundered her mouth, his hands working his shaft and balls in an almost frenzied pace. His mind talked to her, telling how good she sucked, what a good little bitch she was for sucking him so well, and how he would reward her with loads of hot cum running down the back of her throat. The thought of such an act was more then enough to send him surging over the edge, his cock swelling in his grasp, his balls tightening and jet after hot jet of sperm gushing from his loins and spilling onto the ground. 

Leaning back against a tree, he steadied himself, panting a little as he fought to catch his breath. His hand still moved slowly over his softening shaft, milking every last drop of seed. It had been quite a while since he had felt the need to masturbate, and he was surprised at the intensity of his orgasm. Then he had to wonder why he ever stopped doing it, cause damn it felt good. Wiping his hands clean on a fern, he contemplated taking it up again, and as he tucked his cock back into his jeans, he glanced back over at Nikki and realized that while ever the two of them were stranded on this island together, he would have to be careful he didn't end up with blisters on his palm. Now that he had seen her like this, it was going to be almost impossible to look at her without feeling the need to go and jerk off behind a bush. Picking up the pack, he backtracked away from the pool, leaving her to her bath, and taking the long way back to the plane. 

Nikki Harper was not a woman lacking in tact or intelligence. More then once she had used her body rather then her family influence to claw her way up the corporate ladder. Not that she didn't deserve to hold her position in the firm, it's just that she was determined to make it on her own, and not let her father make her way easy for her. She was a little startled at first to see Dave in the trees, and even more so when she discovered what he was doing, but she was also well aware of the effect a woman's body could have over a man. The men she had known in her life would not have allowed her to maintain her privacy, rather they would have climbed into the pool with her, and taken her without a second thought. She was somewhat impressed that Dave would not only keep his distance, but take care of his needs discreetly and not demand she take part in it. A small smile spread across her lips at the thought that watching her had that effect on Dave. Perhaps he was not such a heathen after all. 

Back at the plane, Nikki gave Dave no indication that she had seen him near the pool. Dave, on the other hand, seemed unable to look at her directly. He'd set up a crude table, placed the fruit in a pile in the middle of the table, and was sitting quietly finishing a mango. Tossing the seed to one side, he wiped his hands and picked up a folded bundle. 

"I'm going to spread this V sheet out on the beach, just in case someone passes this way, or they notice we're missing and come looking. Enjoy your breakfast." With that, he tucked the bundle under his arm and headed off towards the beach. Nikki felt more then a little awkward, not knowing if she should say anything or just leave him to his mood. Watching his back vanish into the trees, she decided he could deal with his mood by himself. She was hungry. 

A few hours later she found him sitting in the shade of a palm, looking out over the ocean with a far away look in his eyes. There was something different about him, something she had not noticed before, but she could not quite put her finger on it. 

"A penny for your thoughts." It was all she could think of to break the silence, sitting down in the sand a few feet away. He reached into the pocket of his shirt and produced a photo, handing it to her without a word. It was a picture of a small boy, about the age of five or six. She looked at it for a moment, then back at him, and it wasn't hard to see the resemblance. "Your son?"

He reached out and took the picture back, slipping it back into his pocket. "Yeah. My boy, Adam."

"I didn't realize you were married." The thought of him being married stirred some emotion within her she had not been prepared for. She was disappointed. 

"I was, a long time ago. She was killed when a drunk ran her off the road. Adam was only two at the time. He stays with his grandmother when I'm out of town." There was a forlorn look in his eyes, and Nikki could see the grief was still close to his heart. 

"I'm sorry for your loss. I know it's hard to loose someone you love." She knew it was not much, but she could not think of anything to say. It brought up memories of the loss of her mother, and those were not feelings she wanted to surface again. 

"She was the reason I came to the States in the first place. She was one hell of a Lady. All I want now is to make enough money to take Adam, and move back to Australia, buy a few acres in the country some place, and start over." Glancing back over his shoulder towards his wrecked plane, Nikki could see the frustration creeping over his face. Picking up a stick, he threw it out into the water. "It's just gonna take a little longer then I expected now, that's all." Sighing heavily, he got to his feet. "We better gather some wood for a signal fire. Never know when rescue might come this way, and we don't want to miss it." 

Nikki began to feel more and more a sense of regret that she had put them both in this position. She knew it was her fault, though there was no way in hell she was ever going to admit that to him. Until now, she had only focused on her own lost opportunities, and had not thought of what it had cost him. She had a selfish streak that had come with learning to survive in the corporate world, but it was not a side of herself that she liked one bit. Picking up a piece of driftwood beside her, she headed in the other direction along the tide line, collecting what she could carry, and returning to the place he was stacking it. By noon the pile was high enough to been seen for quite a distance, and they returned to the camp, and the welcome relief of shade, and a cool drink. 

It was only when Nikki scratched an irritation on the back of her neck, that she realized how badly sunburned her neck and shoulders were. She winced as she touched it. 

"That's probably going to blister. Do you have any moisturizer in all that luggage you brought with you?" Dave's voice was flat, and unreadable, but he did have a good point about the moisturizer. The cream was smooth and soothing on her burned flesh, but she was unable to reach far enough down the back of her neck to cover the whole area. Taking the tub of cream from her hands, he moved behind her and began softly rubbing the lotion into her tender skin. 

The feel of his hands on her neck sent shivers down her spine. His touch was so gentle, so smooth, yet so strong. Unfastening the first few buttons of her blouse, she slipped the garment off her shoulders so that he could cover the whole burned area. Slowly he rubbed and massaged the cream into her neck, shoulders and back, steadily covering an area much larger then the sun had affected. Nikki relaxed under his touch, unfastening the last of the buttons and letting her shirt slide from her arms and back. His fingers worked like magic down her spine, gently persuading months of tension to fade away and vanish. Steady hands unfastened the clasp on her bra, leaving her back naked to him, her hot flesh cooled only by the lotion, and a steadily building ocean breeze. 

Dave was careful not to rub the burned areas of her neck and back too hard. The cream might not stop her from peeling, but at least it would stop her from blistering. Even red and burned from the sun, her skin still seemed flawless. The feel of it beneath his fingers left him looking for a tree where he might conceal him self and relieve the growing bulge in his jeans when he was done. He wanted so badly to pull her back against him, to kiss the back of her neck and taste her skin, to slide his arms about her and feel the full weight of her splendid breasts in his hands. A soft sigh escaped her lips and for a moment he considered the possibility of putting thought into action. Nature, however, had other ideas. The distant sound of thunder reached his ears, and Dave's attention was quickly diverted. 

Pausing mid stroke, he lifted his head to the breeze and listened more closely. The sound of thunder reached his ears again, and the wind began to increase in intensity. He quickly refastened her bra strap and she turned to give him a confused glare. 

"There's a storm coming. I don't think we have much time to prepare. We have to get everything we can back into the plane and make it as heavy as we can. It's the only real shelter we have. I think we're going to be in for a long night." His voice was deadly serious, and the look on her face quickly turned from one of annoyance, to one of fear. 

They worked fast, loading everything into the front and rear of the plane, leaving a space in the center for them selves. Dave took all the rope he had and tied the broken fuselage to the trees, looking for any way possible to keep what was left of his aircraft, and them, from being swept up in the storm. The wind began to whip through the trees, howling like a wild beast as it ripped apart the treetops. Driving rain was soon to follow, pelting down with such intensity it stung any uncovered flesh like a swarm of wasps. Dave called to Nikki to get into the plane, but she couldn't hear him over the storm. 

The last rope tied off, Dave made his way towards Nikki, fighting his way against the wind and rain, every step a challenge in it's self. A deafening crack split the air, and the branch of a huge tree came crashing to the ground between them. Nikki screamed, running towards Dave, terrified that he might have been hurt by the falling limb. 

Her heart raced when she reached the branch and could not find him. The limb was easily three foot round, and if it had fallen on him, there was little hope that he would have survived it. She screamed his name, fearful tears quickly washed away by the deluge as her voice was lost to the wind. Something grabbed her arm, and she froze in fright. 

"Nikki. Nikki, we have to get to the plane." Dave was screaming at her from less then a foot away, but she could hardly make out his words. Never had she been so relieved to see anyone in all her life, throwing her arms about his neck and clinging to him like a child. "Nikki, we have to get to the plane!" This time he yelled it right into her ear, and she was able to understand him. She nodded her understanding and grabbed his hand. Half walking, half crawling in the mud, they fought against the storm to make their way to the relative safety of the plane, and the only cover they had. 

After lifting her inside, he crawled in behind her, reaching for the door and slamming it closed. There was little light inside, and the fuselage, even with all the weight and ropes, was being tossed about like a ship at sea. There was another deafening crack, followed by the sound of another branch falling to the ground, this time right beside the plane. Nikki screamed and clung to Dave, her heart pounding in her chest so hard she could barely breath. Dave wrapped his arms about her, pulling her onto his lap and pressing her face to his chest. He cradled her there, kissing her forehead and wiping her wet hair away from her face. He tried to tell her words of comfort, but they were lost to the storm. He could feel her sobbing like a child against his chest, and she touched his heart in a way no woman had done since he lost he beloved wife Kerry. 

Lifting her face to his, he covered her mouth in a desperate kiss. His tongue parted her lips, invading her pretty mouth and searching its inner reaches with demanding, yet gentle force. He knew full well that she might reject him, but he was past caring. Even if she were to throw him out to the mercy of the storm, he would have that one kiss to remember, and be happy of it. Lifting his head, he ended the kiss, looking deep into her eyes in the dim light. She was more beautiful at that moment then he ever could have imagined. 

Nikki was stunned by the unexpected kiss. She had become so wrapped up in her fear and panic that she was unable to respond, or even return the kiss. Now that she lay there, curled up in his arms like a child, she felt safer then she had in her entire life. Outside, the world went wild, ripping and tearing at itself like an angry beast, but in here, with him, she was as safe as she could ever be. Wrapping her arms about his neck, she pulled his face back to hers, this time meeting him in a mutual kiss as hot and wild as the storm that threatened to sweep them away. 

Dave pulled her harder against him, his mouth almost racing from her lips to her neck and throat, and then back to her lips again. He wanted her, all of her, and even then he doubted it would be enough to quench his desire. Her hands went to his shirt, stripping away the wet fabric and exposing his board, muscular chest to her hungry mouth. His hand responded in kind, tearing away the already ruined blouse and unfastening her bra, pulling it free of her magnificent breasts and tossing it aside. 

Lifting her fully onto his lap, her legs either side of him, he pulled her against him, his lips finding her soft, rounded orbs and smothering them in impassioned kisses. Her fingers buried deep in his hair, she pulled his head back, crushing his lips with a kiss so frenzied it threatened to split his lip. He didn't care, he just wanted more. Suddenly she broke the kiss, pulling his head against her breast and a hardened pink nipple that demanded to be sucked. 

Dave was quick to comply, drawing the hard nub deep into his mouth and holding it there, flicking his tongue hard and fast over it before releasing it again. He held it between his teeth, biting gently and pulling it back into his mouth again. He shifted from one breast to the other, finally molding both of them together with his hands and sucking both precious beads into this mouth at the same time. He could hear her soft moans, even above the storm. Her back arched as she began to rock gently against him. 

The swelling in his jeans threatened to do him damage if not released soon, and was in no frame of mind to argue with it. Slipping his hand between them, he reached for his belt buckle and released it. Nikki was quick to come to his aid, pushing his hands away and releasing the zipped herself. He moved back a little, working his way out of his wet jeans with her still straddling his lap, getting them only as far as his knees before she decided that was far enough. 

Moving back as far as she could in the confined space, she leaned over him and took him deep into her mouth, sucking him hard from the first stroke. Her soft, wet lips covered his shaft like a well made sheath on a sword, and Dave had to fight the urge to cum right then in her throat. Brushing her hair back from her face, he watched as his cock vanished and reemerged from her mouth over and over again. Harder and harder she sucked, drawing him deeper and deeper into her throat. Dave stopped her before she could suck him dry, lifting her back onto his lap, ripping the side of her panties and pulling them free of her sweet pussy. 

Nikki knew what he wanted, for she wanted it too. Slowly she lowered herself down over him, taking the full length of his shaft deep inside herself. With his hands on her slender hips, he guided her down, filling her completely and taking her breath away. Dave could hardly believe the splendor of having his hard, throbbing cock encased by her body, and as she began to rock back and forward on his lap, he wondered if heaven had any idea how good this could feel. 

Slowly Nikki increased her pace, lifting and lowering herself on his shaft, her breasts bouncing before his face, her nipples teasing his lips as they passed. Dave was close to coming, so very close, but he would never forgive himself if he were to finish, and leave her unsatisfied. Gently he maneuvered her about, placing her on her hands and knees before him. Kneeling behind her, he ran his fingers along her slit, parting her swollen pussy lips and pushing deep inside her. She was so wet, so hot, so very, very desirable. 




Crashed & Burned



With his left arm, he reached beneath her, seeking out her tender clit and rubbing his fingers around it. It was already hard, swollen and erect like a tiny cock. He massaged it gently, working his fingers along her slit to cover them in her slick wetness, then returning to her bead and massaging it again. She pushed back against the two fingers he still held deep within her, her hips wiggling and her body demanding more. Rubbing her clit a little harder and faster, he slipped a third finger, and then a fourth into her tight, wet hole. Slowly he worked his fingers in and out of her while is other hand worked it's magic in her throbbing clit. 

Sliding his hand free of her sweet pussy, he began to probe her tight little ass, working the tip of his fingers around the outer rim of her tight little pucker. She squirmed beneath his touch, and he pushed the tip of his finger into her ass up to the first knuckle. He slipped the other three fingers back into her neglected pussy, pushing a little deeper into her ass as he worked both of her magnificent holes at the same time. He was careful not to hurt her, letting her rock back against him at her own pace until her body adjusted to the duel intrusion. Faster and faster he worked her clit, driving his fingers into her as she thrust her hips back against him. He could feel her building, feel the inner walls of her pussy starting to tighten around his fingers, and he could wait no longer. 

Taking his fingers from her exquisite pussy, he pressed a second, slippery finger into her ass, pushing it deep into her without warning. She moaned aloud and pushed back hard against his hand, only to have his rock hard cock drive deep into her pussy at the same time. She cried out with the pleasure and pain of being so completely filled, the intensity of the penetration sending her body spiraling into uncontrollable orgasmic spasms. Her pussy tightened and pulsed around Dave's shaft as he fought to hold off his own orgasm just a little longer. 

Dave could feel her hot, womanly juices running down over his balls and onto his thighs, and he knew there was no way he could wait another second. With a loud groan, he thrust into her hard, his body shuddering a little as he pumped the entirety of his load deep within her, mixing his own juices with hers at the very core of her womanhood.

Spent, and drenched in sweat, they curled up together to wait out the storm, holding to one another in the glorious afterglow of their united release. As the storm dissipated, and the coolness of night fell upon them, they slept, still wrapped up in each others arms, and the passion they had discovered there. 

At the break of day, they climbed from the plane and looked upon the carnage that surrounded them. That nature would wreak such havoc upon its self in such away seem beyond logic. All that was so beautiful only a day ago, was now in ruins. A new sound drifted in on the morning breeze, a sound Nikki and Dave were both very happy to hear. The sound of a helicopter. 

As Nikki stood in the open doorway of their country home on the outskirts of Sydney, she watched as Dave gave Adam his first lesson in riding a bike without the training wheels. She smiled at the way he encouraged the boy, cheering wildly with encouragement as Adam wobbled his way up the driveway. She wondered if she should ever tell Dave about how she discovered her father's plot. About how he had paid Dave to crash into that island in the hopes of teaching her a lesson in the important things in life. Of cause, all Dave had wanted from the deal was enough money to take Adam back to Australia, what he got was a lot more then that. 

Nikki placed her hand on her swollen belly and felt the baby kicking, deciding she would keep her discovery a secret, for the lesson her father wanted her to learn was, family is far more important then position, and the most important executive decision she would ever make, was her decision to say two little words. "I do." Her new career would be the most challenging and rewarding of her life, that of a wife and mother.