9 comments/ 31771 views/ 27 favorites Paradise Found on a Deserted Island By: NakedinNC_ CHAPTER ONE (Present Day) Marie ran out from under the palm trees and looked up thinking she heard the sound of an airplane in the distance. Moving her hand up to shield her eyes from the tropical sun her long armpit hair fluttered in the gentle breeze. Her tone and naked body tensed trying desperately to hear what she hoped would be their rescuer. It had been four months since the three women were stranded on this unchartered tropical island in the South Pacific ... four very interesting months. Twisting slightly to the left, she cupped her hand to her ear to improve her hearing. At this angle the breeze caused her long, dark pussy hair to waft to and fro. Hearing nothing she turned to her two friends and asked, "Did either of you hear anything?" She didn't need an answer to know they didn't, couldn't. Dana and Emily were on the ground in a 69 position noisily licking and sucking each other's succulent pussy. Dana was on top with her cute ass facing Marie. After four months without shaving, they were all quite hirsute now and Marie never ceased to be amazed at how cute the covering of girl fur made Dana's pussy and rosebud look. Emily's tongue snaked up and down, side to side and in and out seeking and finding Dana's large clit among the glorious jungle between Dana's legs. Emily, on her back, had her knees up with Dana's head between her legs. The sun bleached blonde hair on Emily's thighs glistened in the sunlight. Marie's hand absently moved up to her breast as her fingers began to make circles around her nipple. Her other* hand lightly caressed the treasure trail beginning at her navel and moved down to her luscious pussy hair; combing it out with her fingers. She made smaller and smaller circles around her nipple until it stood out and begged to be pinched. Her hand continued its journey between her legs and her fingers parted the hair covering her slit and slid in the wet folds of her womanhood. Both Emily and Dana were moaning as they writhered and feasted on each other. Their hips moving to increase the pressure of the tongue lashings they received. Marie's left hand was now a blur. Two, then three fingers moved in and out of her hairy pussy as her thumb slid back and forth across her clit with ever increasing pressure. Her right hand pinching and pulling her extended teats on the end of her substantial breasts. Emily pushed her hips up into Dana's mouth and pulled Dana's head into her heaving pussy. At the same time, Dana ground her pussy on Emily's mouth to increase the friction on her clit. Marie, breathing heavily, squirted pussy juice and moaned. It wasn't choreographed, but it may have looked like it, as all three came at the same time. Here were three gorgeous, naked, 30-something women panting, heaving and moaning in orgasmic bliss on their tropical island. Dana rolled off Emily, laid her head on Emily's stomach and absentmindedly combed her fingers through Emily's substantial blonde bush. Emily closed her eyes and savored the moment. Marie licked the girl-cum off her soaked fingers. Recovering from her orgasm first Marie said, "I think I heard a plane. Let's go down to the beach and see." CHAPTER TWO (Present Day) The twin engine Beech Duke, level at 12,000 motoring along at 200 knots, coughed. 'What the hell was that?' thought Gary, the sole pilot as he scanned the instruments. He noticed a significant drop in manifold pressure on the left engine and looked out the window to see smoke streaming out the exhaust port. Adrenaline began to course through his veins as he read the emergency checklist from the back of his kneeboard aloud and checked off each item. Nothing helped. He shut the engine down, feathered the prop and applied more rudder to compensate for P-Factor. Flying between the islands carrying mail and assorted other parcels wasn't a bad job, but it could be pretty boring when all you saw was endless ocean. Gary was a commercial pilot for a small island charter service he owned with one partner that also hauled mail to pay the bills. Every Thursday he made the rounds by himself in a Beech Duke. At 52 having sold several startups he was more than financially well-off and quite content to be sitting at 12,000 feet going 200 kts. But today, with only one engine, it wasn't boring. The plane entered a puffy white cloud and all exterior visual references were replaced with— white. It was like looking out from inside a plastic milk jug. After a few seconds the Duke emerged into the clear and Gary saw more clouds ahead. For the next 20-minutes he was in and out of the white puffy clouds and fighting turbulence. Things got worse as the clouds began to darken and he saw lightning. Now instead of flying in and out of clouds, he was simply in. No visual references, flying on instruments. Rain began to beat down on the skin of the plane. From close-by a simultaneous lightning flash and thunderclap was felt by Gary as the boom shook his guts. The Duke's electronics were fried and winked out. 'Great!' thought Gary, 'I'm in the clouds, one engine and now no avionics.' Just then the turbulence increased and it was all Gary could do to keep the plane right side up. The Duke was tossed about like Dorothy's house in the Wizard of Oz. Gary's adrenal gland worked overtime as he concentrated on the little ball and magnetic compass ... trying to keep both in one spot. Feeling a change in pitch as he hit a downdraft Gary fought against the storm but the altimeter confirmed his fear as it wound down from 12,000 to 5,000. Altitude with one engine he would not get back. Then just as quickly he was out of it. The center of the storm was behind him, the clouds were above him and he could see the ocean once more. He sighed and took a couple of deep breathes to slow his pulse rate. Scanning the instruments and flipping a few switches he confirmed everything was cooked. He looked at his watch and noted that he should be coming up on his next island stop in five-minutes. He would land there, call his partner and try to sort things out. Five minutes went by, no island. Ten minutes went by, no island. Fifteen minutes went by, still no island and Gary realized the storm had blown him off course. With out any avionics he didn't know where he was. Then Murphy hit him square in the face as the second engine coughed and quit. Gary tried a restart. No good. He tried again but the engine only sputtered, back-fired twice and died. He feathered it. His altitude was now 3,000 and falling at 300 ft/min. He looked in all directions for some sort of land - an island, a reef, anything to put the plane down on. Swimming alone in the middle of the Pacific Ocean wasn't his idea of fun. There, just off the left he spotted an island and turned towards it. This was going to be close. He centered the white, sandy beach in his windshield, manually lowered the landing gear and turned the fuel selector and ignition switch to off. At 2,000 feet he could see most of the island and didn't see any indication of people or habitation. 'Great', an uninhabited island he thought, 'I'm going to be Gilligan!' At 1,000 feet he saw the beach was sandy, a much better option than rocks or lots of logs and driftwood to cause problems. At 500' he was still over the water but could see he had it made. He put in 20 degrees of flaps and slipped to lose altitude. The plane touched down perfectly on the mains and rolled to a stop. "A near perfect landing and no one to see.'' Gary said aloud to himself. "I'll give in a 9.5." Looking around Gary saw he had landed below the high tide mark and would need to move the plane about 10' higher up the beech. The tide seemed to be coming in so Gary sprang into action. The sand was hard and compacted here, almost like asphalt, enabling Gary to push the plane. He grunted and groaned against the weight for the better part of an hour but eventually moved it past the high tide mark. He was exhausted and soaked with sweat. Taking stock of the situation he thanked the Maker for his life and what seemed to be a decent island to land on. He could see coconut palms, bananas and mangos not too far from the beach. 'Well, I'll probably be here for a while,' he thought. 'I'll just get out of these sweaty clothes and take a dip in the ocean. That should be refreshing.' CHAPTER THREE (Four Months Ago) Four months ago, the three friends were on their way to a resort on Pago Pago for two weeks of fun and relaxation. The only way to get to the resort was by one of the small island-hopper charter planes. It was just the three of them in the back seat with the pilot up front on what they thought would be a short scenic flight across the chain of islands containing Pago Pago from the commercial airport in Fiji. After a short time they were over the ocean and out of sight of land. The pilot made a radio call and turned to them and said: "Now don't worry girls. We'll be out of sight of land for only about 20-minutes. Pago Pago is at the far end of the crescent shaped island chain and we're cutting across the middle of the arc made by the islands. Just sit back and relax." The girls took his advice and began talking among themselves about how much fun they would have on this vacation. Marie, the dark haired one of the three, announced that she planned to wear nothing but her bikini the whole time as she pointed to the picture of the beach in the resort's brochure. "The first thing I'm going to do is - nothing! I plan to sit on the beach all afternoon with a pitcher of Mai Tais and work on my tan." Marie enthusiastically stated. "Me too," chimed Emily, the lightest of the three. She had dirty- blonde hair, was taller than the other two and kept fidgeting trying to get her long, slender legs comfortable in the somewhat cramped interior of the small plane. "My bag has three new bikinis and not much else in the way of clothes. The brochure says that there are no dress codes anywhere in the resort; just that you have to be 'covered' in the dining areas. I may even try going topless on the beach. One problem with having large breasts like I do is that bikinis don't really fit and the straps dig into my neck with the weight of my boobs pulling on them." Said Emily as she pushed out her generous chest and stretching the fabric of her blouse. "One problem?" said Dana. "There are the others? I wish mine were as big as yours." "Oh Dana you know yours are perfect." replied Emily. "Even when the boys ogle me they always spend just as much time watching your nipples push out your blouse. You know your boobs bounce and jiggle seductively when you walk. I know you wear those minimal support bras just to tease them." "Well, I guess you're right." answered Dana while pulling the bottom of her blouse down and looking at how her large breasts and long nipples easily pushed out the fabric. "I've never had any complaints from guys; even when I'm standing next to you and your 34DD's." "Look over there!" said Marie with a hint of alarm in her voice as she pointed directly in front of the plane. "It looks like there's a bad storm up ahead." Hearing her remark the pilot turned and said, "Make sure your seat belts are buckled. It may get a bit bumpy. These storms pop up on us now and again with no warning. This wasn't in the forecast this morning. I'm going to give this one a wide berth and steer around it. It's too big to go over top of it. This will extend our flight time a bit, but trust me the ride will be much smoother." What the pilot didn't say was that his weather radar was painting a growing category four thunderstorm. One of the mean ones that was as wild as they were unpredictable. He got on the radio again and told the controller he was diverting to the east for storm avoidance and would descend from 9,000 to 3,000 feet to get under the rapidly building edge of the storm. The plane simultaneously banked and pitched down as he tried to out race the danger he knew was in those dark clouds. As they descended through 5,000 feet the clouds over took them. It got dark fast and hard rain pounded the little plane sounding as if some one were shooting at them. The girls held each other's hands in fear. Dana started to breathe really fast. She was very scared and began to hyperventilate. Marie noticed this and told her not to worry that this probably happens all the time and the pilot seemed to know what he was doing. Emily was white as a ghost. At 4,000 feet the pilot leveled the wings and continued their bumpy descent. He was following the axioms learned in his 30 years of flying the South Pacific: aviate, navigate, communicate ... in that order. At 3,000 he leveled off trying desperately to maintain altitude and attitude as the storm shook the plane violently. He couldn't go any lower in case the heading they were on took them towards one of the dormant volcanoes that existed on each island. They weren't that big, but big enough if you ran into one. The weather radar painted nothing but red all around him. Suddenly the little plane was lifted almost instantly from 3,000 to 8,000 feet as a turbulent updraft from the mighty storm had its way with them. G forces pushed everyone down in their seat. The compass wandered all over the place as turbulence pushed the plane this way and that. Just as quickly, they started going down as they moved out of the updraft and into a violent down draft. Everything in the cabin not secured flew up to the ceiling as the pilot and the girls were forced against their seat belts. Emily groaned, Dana gasped, Marie prayed. The rapid up and down movements compounded by more yaw than the human inner ear was designed to handle went on for what seemed like hours but was really only minutes. The sky began to lighten and the turbulence abated slightly, although it was still a rather bumpy ride. Dana reached for the barf bag just in case. Emily let out a sigh of relief and Marie thanked the Maker. The pilot knew the worst was yet to come as they were now under the spreading anvil of the storm. He fought the rough air and stabilized the plane at 3,000 feet. Then it happened. Hail! Golf ball sized chunks of frozen ice pelted the plane. The staccato of the hail was deafening as the airplane's aluminum skin took a beating beyond design specifications. The wings now looked like Thor took a ball-peen hammer and in a rage tried to beat the plane out of the sky. The shape of the wings was permanently changed and the airfoil ceased to provide any lift. They began to lose altitude rapidly. The pilot was panicked. Nothing like this had ever happened before. His lungs felt like someone was stabbing him as his breath came in short, painful bursts. Now his chest felt like someone had hit him with a sledge hammer as his heart-attack progressed. He groaned loudly, clutched at his shirt and bent forward. The girls heard and saw all this. Marie, a nurse, knew what was happening. She instructed the pilot to try and breathe slowly and keep flying the plane! The pilot knew this was the big one. He could feel it. He knew he wouldn't last long and had to get the plane down before he died and it crashed; killing everyone. Looking out the window he saw what might be an island partially obscured by the clouds. He banked the plane hard to the left and pushed the nose down. The pain in his chest was almost unbearable. He was losing consciousness but determined not to allow the girls to die too. At 1,000 feet they broke out of the clouds and fortunately were lined up on what seemed like the only straight portion of beach on the island. With the lift gone from the wings they descended fast; too fast. The pilot fought the plane's sloppy controls and with the last ounce of his strength and as he exhaled the last breath from his dying body ... crash landed the plane on the beach. As the plane skidded on its belly with the propellers throwing sand every which way, the plane's momentum finally died, as did the pilot. Stunned, but alive, the girls looked at each other to confirm they were unhurt and got out of the plane quickly as flames and smoke poured out from the engine compartment. Marie bravely opened the pilot's door and confirmed what she had feared. He was dead from a massive heart attack. She turned and ran away from the plane calling to Emily and Dana to follow her, "Run! It's on fire and may explode! We need to get behind those trees at the edge of the beach. Run!" The plane was in bad shape. The landing gear never came down so the propellers were bent and the bottom of the fuselage was scraped so bad sheet metal was sheared off and lying around. The wings were separated from the fuselage and leaking fuel. Just as they got to the trees there was a tremendous explosion as the fuel went up in a fireball consuming what was left of the plane ... cremating the pilot. The girls were crying and in a state of shock. After a few minutes Marie, always the sensible one, took their hands and said, "I don't know how but I feel like this will work out. How we got here was terrible but look around, it looks like a tropical paradise. All we have to do is wait until they come to rescue us. We should throw sand on the fire to put it out and try to salvage what we can from the plane." Dana, sniffling], said, "I guess you're right. We need to get a hold of ourselves. It may take a couple of days for the rescuers to find us, but I'm sure they will. Until then, we have each other." Emily was still in shock and couldn't speak. Her blouse and skirt had ripped on a sharp piece of metal as they got out of the plane and were barely there. She stood with her DD's encased in a transparent bra and matching transparent thong looking like a refugee in a science fiction movie. Marie noticed that she and Dana were no better off. In the excitement of exiting the plane she must not have felt her clothes rip. That was four months ago. They still haven't been rescued. They managed to survive quite nicely thanks to the near constant 78 degree temperature, luscious tropical fruit a small fresh-water stream they found and the shelter they built. Their luggage and personal items were consumed by the fire. All they had was the tattered clothes on their backs. No toothbrushes, hair brushes, razors, rollers ... nothing. During the first week they waited by the beach every day and took turns as look out for the rescue plane. It never came. They enjoyed the nice beach, warm water and worked on their tans thinking they would soon be in Pago Pago. Since the clothes they wore on the flight were ripped up and since they really didn't bring any other clothes, they just wore their bras and thongs. CHAPTER FOUR (Second week after crash) During the second week they explored their area of the island; but not much more as they found all they needed close by. They had serious discussions about what to do. It was now obvious that they might be here for quite some time. Emily laughed and said, "Just like Gilligan." They all knew it was only too true. They collected food and built a rudimentary lean-to shelter from palm-fronds. They were tired and sweaty from the work and went to the lagoon for a swim to cool down and relax. Dana announced that since it was just them and since no one else seemed to be on the island, "I might as well work on my all-over tan." Something she always wanted to do and took off her bra and thong. Marie thought that was wonderful idea and removed hers as well. "I'm not going to be the only one with tan lines when we get rescued." said Emily as she dropped hers in the pile. They waded into the lagoon and splashed each other. The water initially felt cool on their skin and very refreshing. They stood knee-deep looking at each other. After two weeks of not shaving, their previously bald pussies were now sprouting growth that in the months to come would be luxurious hairy triangles. Armpits and legs showed stubble as well. Marie's hair, the darkest, was the easiest to see. Emily's blonde hair was barely noticeable. Paradise Found on a Deserted Island Moving back to the beach they lay down on palm fronds to soak up the sun and work on their tans. "How long do you think it will take for the rescuers to come?" asked Dana laying on her back and looking up at the clouds. Her long nipples still erect from the cool water pointed towards the sky. "I hope soon, but it could take a long-time." responded Emily. "I read about something like this in a magazine. It took almost two-years but the stranded people survived just fine. I think we will too." Marie added, "Well, I hope I don't have to go two-years without a hard cock. I was really looking forward to this vacation and lots of sex. Yesterday I snuck off and masturbated while you two were taking a nap. It felt good, but not as good as a nice long tongue and hard cock in my pussy." Being nude on the beach felt just a little bit naughty as the sun warmed her skin and thoughts of yesterday's orgasm began the glowing feeling of excitement and a tingle between her legs. In her mind she fantasized what it would be like to have a cute guy feasting on her cunt as she lay there. "Wow!" said Emily. "I felt the same way two-days ago. My thong kept riding up between my pussy lips and got me all horny. When you two were getting water, I sat in the lean-to and rubbed my clit until I came. It felt good, but it would have been better sitting on a guy with a nice, big, hard cock." "You two aren't the only ones!" added Dana. "This place is really sensuous. I've felt really horny since the second day we were here and had to take care of it myself. The bananas are good for more than eating." They were all quiet with their own thoughts for several minutes. Dana sat up and broke the silence saying, "Emily, I knew you were big ... but jeepers, your boobs are something else." Emily sat up and shook her big tits from side-to-side proudly. Marie sat up too and began to see Emily and Dana in a different light. Emily's boobs were really big but not much bigger than Dana's or hers; although Dana had decidedly bigger nipples that were almost constantly sticking out about an inch. Marie began to feel an itch between her legs as moisture began to appear on the edge of her vaginal lips. She looked even more closely and noticed that both Emily's and Dana's pussies were showing moisture. "I guess we just started a nudist colony." said Marie. "I never thought I'd say this, but you two are even more beautiful to me in the nude." In Marie's mind a dam burst. The past two-weeks were the longest any of them had gone without being with a man or another woman. Marie reached over to Emily and gently hefted one of her DD's. It felt full, soft and warm. Marie became wetter. Then she did the same to Dana, hefting one of her full D cup breasts. It was lighter, but still very nice. "You both feel perfect." she announced. "Let's try the taste test." Not letting go of her friends' breasts, Marie bent over and began to suckle each; alternating from one to the other. Dana and Emily looked at each other as the familiar tingle transmitted itself from their nipples to their vaginas. With desire in their eyes they leaned into each other and began to kiss lustily. Tongues exploring and lips sensually sucked into one another. They put their hands behind each other's head pulling themselves closer. This movement sandwiched Marie between their two bountiful breasts, putting two very stiff nipples easily within reach of her tongue. Marie took full advantage by pushing their boobs up so their nipples touched and flicking her tongue between. She was licking and caressing both of them at once. Marie was overcome with lust and lost in the moment as her natural personality of helping others went into overdrive; she wanted to satisfy both her friends. While this was a technically as lesbian activity she didn't think of it that way. Many times while she was in nursing school, and especially now with her job in the O.R., she had make out sessions with other nurses. The men, who were rarely available, and mostly obnoxious doctors, didn't understand that even during a quickie women wanted to be caressed and held. Her experience with them in the hospital was nothing more than: wham, bam, thank you mam. She didn't consider herself a lesbian; after all she would like nothing more right now than a big, stiff cock to ride but there were none around so she simply made do with what was available. Just like in the hospital. Dana and Emily reached up and began to play with each other's breast on the side not being licked by Marie. They cupped, caressed, pinched and pulled each other's nipples. Marie continued her onslaught, sucking both nipples into her mouth at the same time and flicking her tongue over their hardened buds. On their knees now, Emily and Dana helped her by pushing their chests out and towards Marie who was also kneeling. Marie gently caressed the back of their thighs and slid her hands up to their ass cheeks. Softly kneading two sexy asses while sucking their tits made Marie so wet she could feel the moisture seeping from her pussy. Flicking her tongue even faster she repositioned her hands so they were between the other girls' legs. Dana and Emily responded in kind by spreading their legs to accept Marie's fingers. Marie continued her quest and found their pussies just as wet as hers. Dana was in heaven! She was a true bisexual with as many girlfriends as boyfriends, many times in the same bed. As Marie sucked Dana's long, sensitive nipples Dana almost came right away. She had always fanaticized about sex on the beach and now she was doing it. Although in her fantasy she would be riding a nice cock while the other girl rode the guy's face and sucked on her nipples until all three of them came simultaneously. Dana began moaning as Marie's fingers slid in her pussy, Emily followed suit and both of them spread their legs further giving Marie greater access. Marie's fingers were now freely slipping in and out of her friends pussies. They moaned approvingly. She changed the angle of her hand slightly and slid three fingers in each. The ensuing moans became louder and Marie knew what she had to do. Her hand thrust her fingers in and out of Emily and Dana as if they were a cock. Her thumb struck their clits on the upstroke. Emily and Dana were now vigorously feeling each other up with both hands. Their extended, sensitized nipples sending wave after wave of pleasure through their bodies as they continued to pinch and pull each other. Dana and Emily were panting hard and began to cum. "Oh God! Oh God!" panted Emily. "Whatever you do don't stop now!" Two weeks of pent up sexual demand began spilling out. Emily was torn between the pleasure her body was feeling and whether or not this was okay for them to be doing. She and Dana had experimented with each other a long time ago during the summer they worked at the same camp but that was years ago. Marie's pressure on her clit erased any concerns; Emily let herself be in the moment and savor the pleasure. Their orgasms were strong, their vaginas spasmed on Marie's fingers coating them with their girl cum. All three passionately kissed and licked the juices off Marie's fingers. Dana and Emily now began an assault on Marie to give back what she gave them. They coaxed her to lie down and each began sucking on Marie's now extended nipples while their hands found the spot between Marie's legs that gave her the most pleasure. Marie came hard and fast. Her whole body spasmed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Emily and Dana continued their assault by moving down between Marie's legs and licking her juices up like starving kittens with a bowl of milk. They slid their tongues around her engorged clit, Marie shuddered and came again. The three of them lay on the palm fronds looking up at nothing; ensconced in their private thoughts. The sun warmed their naked bodies and soon droplets of sweat formed on each of them. "That was nice." said Marie breaking the silence. "Different, but nice. I feel like we all needed that. We may be here a long time and will need to help each other out in many ways." "Well put." responded Emily getting up and brushing the sand off, her luscious boobs swaying to and fro as she did so. "Let's just go with the flow and not make a big deal of it." "Me too." said Dana. "I don't want to spend the next few months riding my own fingers! We all know each of us is a little bi-sexual. I'm going to wash this sand off and start working on my all-over tan. Last one in's a rotten egg!" With that all three ran down the beach holding hands and into the water. They washed the sand off each other and returned to the top edge of the beach to lie down on palm fronds and dry out in the sun. ============= That day almost four months ago was the last time any of them wore clothes. The near constant 78 degree temperature and seclusion made it easy to be natural. They worked together and actually got quite comfy with their predicament. One rule they agreed on quickly was that anyone could do anything they wanted as long as it didn't hurt the others in any way. If you wanted to eat a banana, you ate a banana. If you were horny and needed to masturbate, you fingered yourself. If you wanted to play with someone, unless they said no, you played with them. Over the months they became totally comfortable with each other's nudity and growing hirsuteness. They had sex with each other almost daily and knew each other's likes and dislikes. For example: it wasn't unusual for Dana to get horny just looking at Emily's ever increasing blonde bush and reaching over to caress Emily's pussy as Emily sucked Dana's her long, sensitive nipples. Often, Marie would join in too. They had plenty of food, fresh water and each other. Things could be a lot worse. After four months they were tanned, lithe, hirsute goddesses. Emily's fair hair had been bleached by the sun with beautiful, natural highlights no hairdresser could duplicate. The hair on her legs and arms was bleached almost white. Dana's mousy brown hair was much lighter now too. Not quite blonde, but it too contained many blonde highlights. The hair on her legs, arms and pussy was lightened by the sun. Marie's dark hair now contained natural red highlights both on her head and pussy. Her arms and legs sported a light brown covering of girl fur. CHAPTER FIVE (Back to Current Day) Recovering from her orgasm first, Marie said, "I think I heard a plane. Let's go down to the beach and see." None of them thought to put any clothes on. They didn't really have any anyways; they were so comfortable being au-natural they didn't even think about being naked any more. As they got closer to the beach they could see the plane. Marie whispered they should take care and try to determine just what the situation was before leaving the safety of the foliage. The girls watched from behind a bush as a man pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes revealing he kept himself in good shape. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants off along with his underwear. He was facing the water so they couldn't see his package very well. Just a little bit of his gonads swinging between his legs. Gary walked down the beach and into the water stopping only to cross himself before getting in. He carefully stepped in the water making sure it was sand and not coral, urchins or some other nasty creature underfoot. He could see a reef about 200 yards out answering his question about why no big waves. He carefully slipped under the water then swam out towards the reef. He could see the bottom dropped off slowly. About halfway to the reef he did a surface dive and found it was only about 8' deep. He floated on his back facing the reef and began a leisurely backstroke returning to the beech. With every kick his cock was pushed up by the water onto his stomach. Something he noticed only because he rarely swam in the nude. The girls didn't miss this and quietly began to walk down the beach, past the plane, towards the water. Gary still swimming on his back let his feet sink and felt the sandy bottom indicating he could stand up now. He rolled over and stood up in knee deep water facing the beach while wiping the salt water from his eyes. When he looked up he couldn't believe what he saw: three beautiful, naked women walking down the beach towards him; three pairs of succulent breasts swaying seductively with each step; three beautiful hairy triangles at the apex of three pairs of gorgeous gams. He thought maybe he was in shock from the emergency landing and was hallucinating. He stared in disbelief and wonderment at the sight a few yards away on the beach. Not sure what to do, he just stood there knee-deep in the water. His cock began to lengthen and thicken of its own volition. The girls were just as shocked. As they continued walking towards the water they gave Gary the once over. First they noticed how friendly and handsome his face was. Then quickly their eyes roamed down his body. They saw he wasn't a hairy gorilla; having the perfect amount of chest-hair. His abs weren't washboard, but there was no paunch either. His substantial cock hung slightly to one side and it was obvious that when fully engorged it would be long, hard and thick. Marie unconsciously licked her lips, thrust her chest out and exaggerated the motion of her hips as she continued towards the water. Emily and Dana followed giving Gary an eyeful of tanned, voluptuous, jiggling sweater-mounds. "Am I dreaming? Or are there three beautiful naked women walking down the beach towards me?" Gary asked out loud as he stood in the water. Dream or not, his cock was responding to the image in front of him as it began to harden, lengthen and thicken. He bent over and cupping his hands splashed water on his face to wake himself up if this was a dream. When he wiped the stinging salt-water from his eyes the image in front of him did not change. There really were three gorgeous, well-built, naked women in front of him. Always the leader, Marie broke their silent trance as she exclaimed, "Boy are we glad to see you! Our plane crash-landed on this island four months ago and we haven't seen another soul since. I see you're not offended by our nudity and in fact I think you like it. My name is Marie, this is Emily and Dana." ***** ... To be continued soon. (Please vote, send feedback and suggestions for where this should go.)