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Stranded Ch. 00

By: Jet Black



 Prologue

I emerged from the water, my burning lungs on the verge of exploding as I sucked in a great gasp of air. 

 Oh my God.

I struggled to keep my head above water; I was already so very tired. How did I get here? What happened? Taking in another lungful of air, trying not to hyperventilate, I looked around, trying in vain to see if there were any other survivors.

Survivors. It came back to me in a flash; I was in a plane. It crashed. Somehow, I survived and managed to free myself of the wreckage. All the teasing and playful warning I had given her, just for us to go down in the middle of lake. 

"Oh my God." This time I actually said it. Brittany! She must still be in the plane! I immediately swam as fast as I could back to the burning wreckage still sticking slightly out of the water. I dove, trying to move my body faster. The logical part of my brain told me she was likely dead, as images of the dead passengers I had passed whirled through my brain. But there was a chance… I was alive, I was conscious, I had gotten out. 

The old Challenger CX90 was rather large, and only about 3 feet of its tail was visible above the surface of the frigid water. What little was left was on fire, with tendrils of fire spreading out around it in a rough circle. 

I have to get under those flames, get inside, and see if anyone is alive. Being a mediocre swimmer, the feat was easier said then done. I treaded water, precious seconds ticking away as I decided what to do.

Taking yet another deep breath, I went under, swimming as fast as I could to the almost arctic temperature of the water. I had always had quite sensitive eyes, and even though the fire above shed some light, it was still as dark as night. I could just barely make out the outline of the plane, though. So I headed for it.

God the water was so cold. My joints felt like they were locking up, my lungs still ached from before. But I couldn't waste time, I had no idea how fast the Challenger was sinking. There! Finally I reached the open door (had I opened it?) I quickly launched myself inside, looking around.

I repressed the urge to vomit, but only barely. Some poor lady had her head split open, a red mist seeped out of her continuously. I made my way past her, and to my surprise, found that I actually was able to stick my head above water. Must be a pocket of air trapped in the back of the plane. I remember being enormously grateful to whatever deity was in charge of such things. 

Taking a few breaths, I looked around the dimly lit space. Where had I been sitting? On the left… So… 

Sure enough, there she was, still strapped to her seat. I choked back tears, fearing her dead. Her usually quite stylish auburn hair was wet and mottled around her face, I climbed up onto the seat in front of her, near vertical due to the steep angle the plane was taking. It was a swift reminder that I needed to get the fuck out of there, quickly. 

My fingers refused to work as I tried to unhook her harness. I couldn't even feel them anymore. It didn't matter, I had to get her out. I had to. She couldn't be dead, she looked completely unharmed. 

I didn't even bother checking for a pulse, probably wouldn't even register on my numb fingers anyways. I'd get her safe first. Safe. Yeah right. I'd get her out into the freezing cold lake, and then what? No time to think of that now. The harness unclasped finally, and I was reminded abruptly of the laws of gravity. 

She fell on me, I fell backwards, and we landed with a thud, half on the back of a seat. I let out a startled yelp when she moved.

"What the fu-" She started, then her eyes went wide in fear. "OH MY GOD! JET?!" 

"B-b-b-britt… w-w-we h-have to get o-out of h-here," I hardly recognized my hoarse, shivering voice, "G-get my pack."

She looked stunned. I was tempted to slap her, honestly, not that I'd ever hit a female, but just to snap her out of it. But she looked over to where we had put our luggage and quickly made her way over to it. Shivering, I tried to warm myself, being briefly out of the frigid water. It didn't really work.

She retrieved to bags, and made her way back. "O-ok, we need to swim clear of this thing," I grabbed my luggage, "The plane is sinking, I've already been outside. I saw land nearby. We get there, we're safe. It's fucking cold. There's nothing I can do about that. Swim fast." I spoke in a halting voice, words were hard to get out.

She just nodded, so I flung myself into the water before I could think of avoiding it. It wasn't so bad now, considering I was mostly numb. I also figured that to be a bad thing, but there was really nothing else I could do… short of trying to start a fire in a sinking airplane.

This was more difficult. I had to carry this big piece of luggage around my neck, constantly look over my shoulder to make sure she was keeping up, while half blind, with hypothermia surely on its way. I don't think I had ever been in a worse situation, and I had been in… a lot. 

There was no use looking for other survivors… I probably wouldn't survive a full search, I wouldn't be able to get into the cabin (not that the pilots had been likely to survive, and to be honest, I didn't give a rats ass. I saved one person, the one person that mattered to me, and now I was getting the hell out of there. Does that make me a horrible person? Or a hero? Who knows and who cares?

Finally, we made our way out of the plane. I was still wary of the fire above, but it looked a lot farther away now. That was probably a bad thing. I motioned for Brittany to follow me, though I'm not too sure she was able to see me. Her night vision was worse then mine, and I could hardly see. 

Just a little further now, the large bag I used must have retained some air because it kept hitting me in the head as I swam. I mentally cursed myself for bringing it, even if the logical part of my mind knew that it had the best chance for my survival. I had enough food in there to keep us alive for a few days, a week or two if stretch, and all this freezing water would mean we weren't going to dehydrate. 

If I didn't get to the surface soon I was going to learn just how much water there was in this damned lake. 

Finally! I gasped for breath, that now familiar burning sensation in my lungs subsiding, as I broke the surface of the water. Brittany was seconds behind me, with no less an enthusiastic response. I couldn't believe it. Twice, I had tempted fate and twice I had won. 

Getting Britt's attention, I pointed, "L-land. L-lucky we m-missed it." 

Despite everything we had just gone through, she laughed. More of a nervous chuckle, but a laugh nonetheless. I think that was about the time the first shred of hope entered my body. It's amazing what such small reactions can do to a person.

Swimming above water was a hell of a lot harder then swimming below it. Sure, I could breathe, but the air seemed colder then the water now. It was as if the air was laced with razor sharp needles that would penetrate any bit of skin that happened to be above water. I kept going, for all I knew the exertion of swimming was the only thing keeping me alive. It would suck to go through all the hassle of saving Brittany only to die on her before we reached shore.

Closer, and closer, I could hear Britt's huffs and puffs behind me. The bag seemed like a lead weight around my neck, but the land was…right there. Right in front of them. Looming now, it stretched out for what seemed like an entire horizon. It certainly wasn't an island, it was land. And where there was land there had to be civilization, right? 

Beach! Glorious beach! I could feel it on my toes, my feet sinking into the sand as I trudged closer to it. A glance told me Brittany was still there, but her lips were turning blue. I'm sure I looked just as bad, probably worse. My chest was now above water… I took another few steps and sank to my knees, letting my aching, tired arms rest for a moment. 

"No…" I heard her from behind me, "Just a little further.." 

I sighed in irritation, "I-I'm not giving up. I'm j-just thankful I d-don't have to swim n-no more."

When she slowly made her way past me I figured I had had enough rest. To be honest, I could have stayed like that… I could have died like that probably. Hmm. Maybe she just saved my life.

Nagging me was easier then diving into a sinking plane though. 

I finally set foot on dry beach, wanting to collapse right there. So I did. I was half covered in sand, exhausted, freezing, and about ready to call it quits, but somehow I willed myself off my feet a second later. Hypothermia was an interesting thing, I hardly felt anything anymore. I was aware that the bag was still hanging around my neck only because I could see it out of the corner of my eye. 

We were in Canada; I had spent the weekend out fishing with a few friends of mine. I'm not much of an avid fisher, far from it. This had been a mini-vacation for me, and Britt had simply caught a ride, I had offered to let her use the company Jet to visit with some family up north she hardly ever saw.

It wasn't winter; in fact, it was as warm as it got in Canada, early summer. But we were quite far north, and summer didn't mean the same thing in Canada as it did in the US. 

She was resting on a log when I caught up with her, shivering against the cold wind blowing out from the lake. We saw in the (incredibly far away) distance the remnants of the fire burning. It would have to do as a funeral pyre to the six or seven people who died on that plane. I gave them a nod of respect. At least it had been over quickly for them. I was both guilty and glad that I had taken the very back seats of the plane. It probably saved my life.

It was the only thing I could really think of before slumping to the soft sand, the entire world turning to darkness.

Stranded Ch. 01



by  Patricia51 and Dotrice

(The format of this is a little different. We each wrote a complete chapter from our own viewpoint covering the same events. So we have edited and combined them. The first person speaker is identified each time in parentheses above their part. Hope you like it. Tell us.)

(Dorothy)

I was traveling through the South; no destination, no goal. My trusty 1995 Saturn gave it up just outside Savannah, GA. Well, I was told for $3000 I could get it to limp back home. For that much I figured I could get another used car. The girl at the tire dealer I went to for a quick look at my car said a deputy Sheriff had a decent used pickup for sale and even offered to call to see if it was still available.

She chatted forever with whoever she was talking to and I noticed her looking at my legs in my short shorts and my not too obvious breasts in halter. Fun at truck stops but a bit too exotic for this little town, I suppose. She hung up and came to me smiling, "Sorry, Matt's not home. But his wife said she has the time to show you the truck. It's a bit out of town. I offered to drive you after work. Patti said she was coming to town anyway and should be here in about ten minutes."

I asked if there was someplace I could store my bags and she said in the trunk would be fine. Helping me with my bags in the back seat she noticed the rainbow emblem suspended from my mirror. I heard her say under her breath, "Won't Patti be surprised." I laughed and she blushed a bit. Brightening I said, "By the way, my name is Dorothy, Dot to friends," "Laura, happy to meet you, Dorothy," she said a little nervously.

(Patti)

I was fixing my second glass of ice tea and eyeing the pile of dirty dishes in the sink with extreme distaste when the phone rang. I caught it on the second ring.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi Patti, this is Laura down at Tire World," came a familiar voice. "Is Matt there?"

"No Laura, he had court today and should have just gone on patrol. What is it?" I smiled. Trust Laura to ask for my husband first. Long ago we had gone to high school together and we had both shared a crush on him. Matt's break from the first part of his Army service had coincided with my college graduation and we had married. Laura, although happily married herself, had never quite got over that crush I thought.

"Patti, there's a woman traveling through who's car has had pretty well had it. It really would cost more to fix it than its worth. Do y'all still have that old pickup for sale?"

"Sure do Laura," I replied. We chatted a bit longer. She offered to bring the woman out to the house after work. I decided that there were always errands to run in town so I would drive it down there instead. I was sure I could get Laura or someone else to bring me home if things all worked out. I slipped my sandals on and debated the merits of putting a bra on under my sundress. Deciding I would only be seeing Laura and another woman I decided against it. With a sneer at the sink I got the keys and left.

The red Dodge pickup had been passed down from my husband to our two boys in turn. With them grown and out of the house we had bought a new truck. Since we were offered basically nothing as a trade in for the old one we had decided to sell it ourselves. Long hours of riding with all my guys and animated discussions around the dinner table had left me pretty knowledgeable about the truck and I thought I could do a good job selling it.

I pulled up in the parking lot of the tire/auto repair shop and hopped out as soon as I stopped. I saw Laura and an unfamiliar blonde woman standing over by a car with out of state tags. Wisconsin, I thought, she's a long way from home. I walked over to them.

(Dorothy)

Laura pushed past me and greeted the woman. "Patti, this is Dorothy. I told you she was interested in Matt's truck. I think she is anxious to be on her way out of town," she stammered.    The older woman looked past Laura and at me, then she noticed the rainbow in my window and smiled. In a soft wonderfully delightful Southern drawl she assured the younger woman she would manage my stay and if I liked the truck to have me on my way. Patti walked toward me and held out her hand, looking terrific in her cool spring dress. It made me feel even more out of place dressed in my shorts. I nervously took her hand and said hello, in what I am sure she thought was a nasally high pitched voice. Her grip was firm, not aggressive, but still, as I looked into her eyes and felt her hand, a jolt of electricity surged through me.

I have been attracted to other women often before, some totally ignorant of my interest, some down right embarrassed, but Patti was instantly a friend in a hostile place. Laura did not notice but when I was accepted by Patti her demeanor changed to one of ease, if not comfort. We chatted like old friends as she showed me the truck, opening the hood, explaining the engine's size and features like I might just have any idea what all those wires and things might have to do with making it move and stop. I watched Patti much more closely, and thought I was being very subtle. Everything was pretty much just a job of selling the truck and Laura got bored and went back to the office. 

"I think you might want to see if you can manage this monster, Dorothy,' laughed Patti. I looked at her and corrected, "Dot, please, to friends." in a voice just above a whisper against the passing traffic. She insisted I drive the truck, and let slip that I might be more comfortable wearing something just a bit less teasing, adding that every man in 500 miles would be tempted to try to get me to at least have dinner with him. I chuckled and said something like, "I have no interested in men, for dinner or much anything, Patti." She slowed for just a moment and I thought I had bothered her until she suggested I drive her to her home and change anyway, chuckling that the weather would be dipping into the 60's before long. I lifted a small bag into the back of the truck and hopped into the driver's seat. She climbed into the passenger side and held out her hand seeming to need a lift. When I touched her hand another lightening bolt hit me.

(Patti)

She started the truck and the V-8 engine pulled as soon as she shifted into gear. I giggled and put my hand on top of hers. "Watch it Dot! The sheriff here has an eye out for reckless drivers and his best deputy is on duty till 10 PM looking for them too. Now, turn right, ease into traffic and follow this road till I tell you to turn." I was so surprised. Her hand felt so warm and inviting and I was somewhat reluctant to let go of it.

On the way home my mind was in a whirl. I couldn't understand it. Why did I seem so, well, attracted was the only word I could think of to use. Not that I was completely immune to the charms of another woman, but that was a very long time ago. And college experimentation doesn't count I reminded myself. So why did my throat suddenly seem dry? I stole more than one look at her shapely legs. Once when giving directions for an upcoming turn I felt her gaze on me and I knew my nipples had crinkled. "Oh my goodness," I thought. "What if she saw that? I'm not interested in other women. I'm happily married. I love my husband."

Somehow I managed to direct Dot to my house without getting us lost. When we arrived she laughed as our menagerie came out to meet us. I collected myself by petting the dog and whatever cats came with in reach. I shooed the ducks and geese back towards their pond. I realized I had absent-mindedly picked Dot's bag up from the back seat and was carrying it in for her. Well, that was okay, just a friendly gesture. Still, I was sure I could feel her eyes on me and the very thought was exciting.

I led Dot down the hallway. I had started for my bedroom, than changed my mind. Trying to get hold of myself I opened the guest bedroom. Acting nonchalant I set her bag on the bed and opened it for her. Immediately I realized I had made a mistake. She made a gesture as though to stop me as I discovered that the top item was a pair of already worn panties, wrapped around an unmistakable toy. Without any thought I bent my head slightly. A single whiff brought me the scent of another woman and my head reeled.

Dot, perhaps uncomfortable at what I did, mumbled, "Umm, I will change clothes quickly and be on my way. I am sure I can find the main road from here."

For one long moment I felt the balance could have tipped either way. Then I decided. "No Dot. Don't go. When I saw the emblem in your car," I hesitated, then plunged ahead, letting the words spill out, "I hoped it was a statement. I find you so attractive. I have never done this since my marriage. I can't believe I'm doing this now. You're a stranger but I feel I've known you all my life."

Dot stopped my babbling by simply holding her arms out to me. I fell against her and she held me, stroking my hair. "I felt you were a long lost friend Patti. Your smile, your accent, your friendliness all charmed me. I am not traveling to find women. I was just taking a break from a hectic life just now."

(Dorothy)

She lifted her lips and I pressed mine to hers, tenderly flicking my tongue tip along them. Her lips tremblingly opened slowly and accepted the ardent kiss of a stranger. Gasping for air, I zipped her dress down and slipped the straps off her arms. Her naked breasts now calling for my lips. Flicking my tongue over each, I pushed the dress off her hips and it puddled at her sandaled feet. Her panties were as damp an mine in my shorts. Releasing her, she dropped to the bed and looked at me with open desire. Her hands fumbled with my shorts and mine undid my halter. Lifting the halter off my neck, I felt my shorts and panties drawn off.

Pat made a deep intake of breath and kissed me quickly just over my mons. I realized that she was nerving herself for this but I paused for a second and whispered that I would not allow her to do that, at least just then.

Dropping to my knees I lifted her legs and kissed the huge wet spot on her panties. I breathed in her sweet aroma, the flood of nectar just rising. Chewing the cotton and sucking her juices into my mouth, I swallowed. Pushing the crotch aside, I flicked my tongue over her red lips, tasting her essence, her deep womanly power to seduce. Pulling the panties over her knees I sank my tongue deeply between her quivering lips. Moaning, I lapped and sucked, feeling her tremble and pull my face harder against her love starved pussy. She locked her ankles and gripped my ears between her thighs and with a loud scream thrust herself against my soaked face! Pulling her to me I lifted her ass and drank her hot womanly cream, I let out a muffled scream of my own as the long surppressed orgasm overwhelmed me and I shuddered with her.  I held her, moving up to share a deep kiss. We fell to the bed in each others arms and drifted into a shallow sleep, awakened by the yapping of the dog as another vehicle approached the house.

(to be continued)



Stranded Ch. 01



Peter's Accident

It was late, and I was driving over the mountains in an unfamiliar part of the state. I was in a hurry to get home and had 3 more hours of driving before I reached my destination. It was pitch black, raining hard, and the gravel on the road was loose. Patches of fog would occasionally obscure visibility; it was hard to see the edge of the road. Around one of the curves, my wheels caught the rocks and the car pulled sharply towards the bank. I struggled to bring the car back to center and over corrected, it rolled down the embankment towards the river. I can clearly remember thinking 'Now's not the time for an accident'. Quickly I became disorientated and felt a heavy blow to my left shoulder, followed by an explosion in my head and I passed out.

I don't know how long, but when I woke, my left shoulder was pinned beneath the partially open door. Trying to work myself free, the pain was excruciating, I pass out again. The next time my eyes opened, my shoulder was crying out and I was being pulled feet first through the trees. My arms were bound to my waist. I started to speak at the same moment my shoulder hit a bump and I screamed. Next I saw the muzzle of a rifle.

"You keep quiet, son, or I'll quiet you up for good." He drawled.

The pain was excruciating and my mind was fogged. I couldn't see his face but the warning was clear. I stifled another cry as he pulled me along. Blood was in my mouth from biting my lip; I wanted to scream but dare not. My shoulder was injured and this person was giving no thought for my well being. Mentally, I attempt to clear my mind but pain clouded it over. 

The dragging goes on forever, the surroundings change and I sense a clearing. A blindfold was tied around my eyes and I was dragged into a building. The floor was wood and the place stank of urine, … manure, … sweat. I was tossed in a corner and told … "Keep quiet or your breathing might just suddenly stop." 

Whoever this was, he didn't care whether I lived or died. He'd just as soon kill me as let me live. He left me alone and I took stock. My shoulder was frozen with the excruciating pain. My shoes were gone; my shirt in tatters and everything from my pockets had been removed. 

I lay still and heard breathing. Was he watching nearby, ready to shoot? Waiting … no other sound was heard. My bonds are tight and I'm too weak to loosen the knots; my body was reeling from pain and the shoulder is like fire. For hours … who is my captor? Why am I being held? The blindfold keeps me in the dark and I'm unable to determine the time of day. 

"I need to use the bathroom."

Silence… I repeated it, louder. 

Feet shuffled across the floor and I felt a gun muzzle against my face. 

"Son, make another sound and you die. Any sound. I want silence." Viciously, he kicked my stomach. "Do it in your pants, no noise." He growled.

I tried holding it, but pressure built until the choice was no longer mine, it flowed freely and my clothes were soaked, including the ropes. Seizing the opportunity I quietly worked the knots and ever so gently, they loosened. Time passed, my fingers scraped and clawed. Tugging at the fibers, gradually the knots opened and one hand pulled free. Sensitive to the sounds around me, I paused, hearing a scuffling noise; my heart pounding. Minutes passed and not hearing any additional sounds, I loosened my other hand, then my feet. The noise returns and I play 'possum'. Again silence reigns. Gingerly I removed the blindfold, looking around. Its twilight or dusk, I couldn't tell which, the shadows are deep. The floor is strewn with trash and except for a large pile of rags in the corner, the room is empty. I stood listening and shaking, then bolted through the door and down the path.

I'd nearly made it to the trees when, "Son, now you DIE." A gunshot followed, the bullet striking in front of me, and sending up a shower of rocks. A bolt of fear coursed through me as my legs pumped harder. The second shot struck a tree, inches from my face and instinctively I flinched, then stumbled and rolled along the trail, ending face down in the leaves. Before I could rise, he'd placed the gun muzzle on my neck. "Boy," he said breathlessly, "you're more trouble than you're worth." He said this as a fresh round was levered into the chamber. My right hand reached out and caught a boot, yanking with all my might. He lost balance and attempting to break his fall; releasing the gun, it clattered on top of me, and then rolled back onto his legs. I could see his boots and the gun, and made a grab, my right hand closing around the pistol grip of the stock and trigger, at the same moment he yanked on the barrel. 

A deafening roar pounded my ears as the gun discharged and his feet began kicking me violently. One boot struck my left shoulder with deadly aim and I screamed. Lights exploded in my head and I was overcome with a throbbing hurt; I had to get away from him, fast. Having lost sight of the gun, my 'pain numbed' mind searched for a place to hide; I wanted to find a hole in the dirt along the stream. His feet were still kicking but I'd moved out of their reach. My shoulder and arm were nearly useless, slowing me down. I'd not much hope of escaping and was completely surprised when he didn't follow into the undergrowth. In fact I heard nothing, except the water flowing in the stream and the birds fluttering as the sky brightened overhead. Peaking through the foliage I could see his feet and legs, still on the path. I watched, he didn't move and made no sound.

Waiting, his kicking had stopped. I wanted to get the gun; scared, I inched forward. Still he didn't move. The rifle could be seen on the trail, on the far side, pinned under his leg. Slowly I crawled, hoping to grab it before he knew I was there. It amazed me that he didn't hear me, despite my grunting and groaning as I crept towards the firearm. My hopes soared as my hand curled around the stock, pulling it towards me. Briefly I glanced towards him and became sick. Everything in my stomach was quickly deposited on the ground, my insides convulsed, the dry heaves took over and still I couldn't stop. The one shot, as we struggled had entered his lower jaw and exited the top of his head, completely blowing away his face. Anyone who's ever shot someone, knows the horrible feeling in the pit of their stomach. As vile as I knew him to be, the knowledge was revolting. For a long time after, I'd have nightmares. The picture in my mind of him lying there would send shudders through me. 

The heaves stopped, I lay there exhausted, finally turning over and sitting up. My shoulder throbbed terribly and the woods were quiet. Looking around, the gun had a sling, I removed it and fashioned a support for my arm from the neck. My feet were bare, I removed his shoes, putting them on. I checked the gun, the magazine had two rounds in the clip and an empty cartridge in the chamber. Lastly I examined him, searching his pockets. I found nothing much, a pocket knife, few coins, an empty gun clip, three bullets, a handkerchief, and a small length of rope. There was no identification and I never learned his name. 

Using the rifle, I stood and walked back down the path, I wanted my personal items. Inside, the light was poor and I was struck with the horrible odor, it was nearly overpowering. I poked through the debris, using the end of the gun. The room was a mess, trash everywhere. I located where I'd been tied and rummaged around, not finding any of my belongings. Continuing, I moved around the room and towards the pile of rags, I'd seen earlier. Poking it, I was startled as it moved and the wafting smell emanated from here. Prodding further I could make out a human form, tied and blindfolded. 

Urine and other human waste were strewn around and fly's buzzing in the air. This person was a woman and her feet were tucked behind her; the bottoms looked as if they'd been cut with knives. I couldn't tell her age, but her legs, arms and shoulders were covered with bruises, not merely black, but mottled with greenish-yellow. I knelt and removed her blindfold. Hatred flamed from her eyes. Her lips were drawn, her teeth snarled like a caged animal which had been cornered.

"He's gone." I said pointing out the door. "He's dead."

She looked towards the door, then back at me. Her anger softened and her mouth closed, still she didn't fully comprehend the change. "Dead? Sure?"

"Yes he'll not bother us again."

I removed her ropes and freed her bonds. She couldn't stand, her feet wouldn't support her. Her stench was sickening as she too, hadn't been allowed to use a toilet. The first order of business was to get cleaned up, but how? She couldn't walk and my shoulder wouldn't permit my arm to lift her. I set the rifle aside, squatted, stifling the gag reflex and straightened her into a sitting position. My left arm hung uselessly at my side.

"Put your arms around my neck and hang on tight. I'm going to try to carry you. We need to get you cleaned up."

She locked her hands behind my neck, I placed my right arm under her knees and tried to lift. She didn't weigh much, but our physical conditions made it difficult to stand. Using the wall, I pushed with my legs and slowly stood. Then gingerly I walked out the door and down the path leading to the stream. She stank to 'high heaven' and I kept my mind away from this by focusing on maintaining my balance. We could see the man lying on the path. "Is that him?" she asked.

"Yeah."

She spat, then spat again. "You dirty SOB, I hope you rot in hell." Her words were uttered with venom. "Serves you right, you SOB." She let loose with a string of profanity I'd never expected to hear from a woman. She'd a vile hatred for this man and as I hobbled along, she spat again, this time it found the mark. She started to cry and broke into sobs. "Oh God, what am I going to do? What am I going to do?"

I'd reached the stream and walked straight into the water until I was waist deep. The water was cold, yet I let the current swirl around us to wash away most of the accumulated filth. A boulder was nearby and I sat her it, with her feet dangling in the stream. Most of the waste was inside her slacks; rather than sliding off, they disintegrated; the cloth was so rotted. The bruises and cuts covered her and as I examined her feet, I could only imagine the torture he'd put her through. Apparently he'd taken special interest in the bottoms of her feet. The other injuries looked like defensive wounds as she attempted to ward of his blows. I washed her feet as best I could and hoped there was no infection.

With my one good arm, I held her as she washed between her legs. When she was finished she was shivering. "I am going to steal his clothes. Be back in a minute." 

Leaving her, I waded through the stream and worked at getting his shirt and trousers. With only one arm it was difficult, but eventually I had the garments and lay them on the trail. Returning, I carried her to the bank and placed her beside the clothes. We were both shaking uncontrollably as I helped her into the oversized shirt and pants. They were large but did provide warmth and coverage. 

Walking down the path, I found a shallow depression along the stream. I latched onto his hand and drug him, depositing him at the bottom. Lugging stones from the water's edge, I filled the hole as best I could, then covered it with brush and leaves. At least he wouldn't be exposed. I returned to her.

"Have you eaten?"

"He gave me a little bread every day. Mostly he just beat me"

"Let's get back to the cabin, see if we can find some food and try to get warm."

Standing up was the most difficult maneuver, but once that was accomplished; I was able to make it back with little difficulty. Inside, the light was now sufficient to look around. There were two rooms and we already knew what was in the front room, nothing of importance. I carried her into the back room and found a cot. As I stooped to set her down, I stumbled and she let go; falling she grabbed my left shoulder and I screamed in pain. She wasn't fit to travel and neither was I. 

I looked around the room after the pain subsided and found a couple shelves with canned goods, a loaf of bread and carrots. I broke the loaf of bread in half and tossed her part. She was starved and quickly ate the whole thing. I hadn't anything to eat recently and also was glad to get food in my stomach. I took a can of beans, found a sharp knife and cut the top out. A tin cup on the shelf served as a second container and I divided the beans in half. Again, we both polished them off.

The stove was an old pot-belly and could be used for cooking and warmth. I hoped there was some wood outside. 

The trousers she wore were much too large so I located a section of twine and used it for a belt. Continuing to search, we located one blanket, another knife, shells for the rifle, a shovel, an axe, and more twine. 'How'd he manage to live?' I thought. 'Not much food.'

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Kathy, my friends call me Kitty"

"I'm Peter. Want to be Kathy or Kitty?

"Kitty. What're we going to do? We need help?"

"I'm unable to do much with this shoulder and you can't walk. For a few of days, we should stay here."

Squatting, I examined her feet and asked, "Was he the only one to do this, or were there others?"

"Only ONE. God, I HATE him. I'm glad that pig is DEAD."

I stepped outside and spied the stack of fire wood, sized to fit the stove. No other buildings, except an Outhouse, of sorts. Coming back to the room and walking across the floor, it sounded hollow. Pushing aside boxes, I opened a trap door; a ladder descended into a small dirt store room. There was smoked meat, a several bags of flour, salt, sugar, powdered milk, jerky, matches, 3 fifths of whisky, and a shelf of canned goods. This was the missing food supply, I'd earlier wondered about. Along one wall were cooking utensils. Making numerous trips, I carried several items upstairs. 

We had one cot, one blanket, two empty wooden boxes, two aluminum basins, and one bucket for hauling water. Not much; but for now, we could survive. I spent the rest of the day carrying water from the stream and organizing the room. Kitty could only watch, offering suggestions. Using the outhouse presented difficulties; we discussed options and agreed that modesty would have to take a 'back seat'. I, myself, could manage, but she was totally dependant for assistance. Over time, we perfected the method of her being carried, and any personal help required. 

With evening coming, the temperature fell. We'd paid our evening visit to the 'little house' out back, now it was time to examine her feet. They were severely swollen with areas which looked infected. This wasn't good. "Kitty, we need to get your feet cleaned before the infection gets worse. We need something to disinfect them."

"What about the whisky?"

"Good idea." I took one bottle, poured about 2 inches into a basin and she, sitting on the cot, placed one foot gently into the whisky. She winced and stifled a yell.

"Keep it in there. It'll kill the infection." 

She gritted her teeth and re-immersed her feet, holding them under for 5 minutes. Darkness descended and with no lights, we settled in for the night. She reclined on the cot and I handed her the blanket.

"Where're you sleeping?" she asked.

"I'll sit over there."

"Like hell you will. You're still freezing from our bath today. Get over here." She scooted over on the cot, holding back the blanket.

I didn't argue and climbed in beside her. It took a while to get comfortable, as my shoulder hurt. In the final position, we faced each other and our heads on the other's shoulder. She pulled the blanket over us; our shivering didn't cease. 

Neither one of us slept much, if at all, my shoulder constantly throbbed. Her cuts and bruises would heal, but her feet …, they concerned me.

We were glad when daylight brightened the room. We visited the outdoor toilet and returned her to the cot afterwards to look at her feet. The swelling had increased and I saw more infection. I took the knife and opened some puss pockets, letting them drain. Another whisky bottle was used to soak them again; she screamed, but toughed it out. 

"Your feet are bad. What did he do to you?"

"He was sadistic. I never saw his face, was always blindfolded. Once or twice each day he'd talk dirty like he'd rape me or have me do sexual favors with him. Nothing happened, it was only talk. Then he'd beat me but mostly my feet. I don't even know why."

"Do you know how long you were held before I came along?"

"I lost count of the time; three weeks maybe. I don't know for sure. Little food, no bathroom. He let me wallow in it."

"How'd you wind up here?"

"I had a flat tire on the road and with no spare, began walking. He met me and tricked me into coming with him. God, I hate him. You sure he won't be back?"

"You saw him yesterday. He is dead." Changing the subject, "Kitty, I think we should try to soak your feet in hot water. I'll get a fire started."

It took many trips, carrying the wood from outside to create a pile against the wall, inside. Most of it was damp, I needed kindling and used the axe to splinter the driest pieces. With one arm and no experience, this took a while. Kitty helped by pulling apart the wood fibers; gradually a pile was formed. I'd never started a fire before, and the first time failed. Some paper was placed under the kindling and I tried again. Slowly a flame started, with the smoke curling up the chimney, smaller pieces were fed and gradually we had a fire. 

I dipped water from the bucket into the large pan, all the while feeding the flames. It took a while, but eventually reached a boil. I pulled the cot close to the stove, Kitty poured the water into the foot basin on the floor. Regulating the water's temperature, so she could put her feet in, took a few minutes, once this was done, we kept it as hot as she could stand it. She soaked them until the skin wrinkled. 

Not wanting the fire to go out, I spent the remainder of the day carrying in more wood, 3 or 4 pieces at a time; adding to the pile along the wall and close to the stove. Despite this work, I was chilled to the bone. The cabin was drafty, with the cot close to the stove, the room remained cold. The weather had turned much colder with a steady drizzle. 

That evening I attempted to make pancakes; it was a total failure. Kitty laughed; her results were much better. After we'd eaten, we soaked her feet a second time. As night settled around us, I stoked the fire and together we curled up for the night. We slept well.

The following week, the weather remained wet and cold. We soaked her feet three times through the day and I added the last of the whiskey for disinfectant. I hoped these sessions could heal her feet as the infection appeared to be less. Only time would tell. 

Lots of time was spent soaking her feet, carrying wood, cooking food, using the outhouse; yet we had ample time to talk. 

"I don't like the looks of your feet." I commented. "He certainly turned them into mincemeat." I placed her foot on my lap to examine it closer, finding splinters. "We need to remove these." 

She pulled her foot off my lap and lay it across her knee. "I have two hands. Let me do this."

I scooted closer and kept the one foot elevated so she could see; she worked in silence but I saw the grimace on her face. Her work was steady, teasing the splinters out. When finished, we switched feet. The second one looked clean.

With her feet back in the water "Turn around." she said. "Let me check your shoulder." I spun around, her fingers gently probing. I grimaced, then screamed as she touched the shoulder socket. Nothing appeared broken, but something was wrong; she massaged the muscles. Small movement showed me the limitations with my arm. 




Stranded Ch. 01



Dear Reader,

This is my first attempt at writing anything in a little while.

This is a fantasy so please indulge me the somewhat unrealistic chain of events... I am pretty sure that this could not or would not happen in real life... But that is precisely what a sex fantasy is about! 

I am not sure where this story fits, so in the interest of not offending anyone, I have decide to put it in the Nonconsent/Reluctance category... There is not a violent, premeditated, or intended rape involved in the story but something does happen beyond the control or consent of the protagonist...

The story is not very polished yet, and it is long winded... so don't start unless you have the time... also please don't hesitate to voice your comments, or concerns... I won't take it too personally, I promise.

Finally, please show you care and vote... and hopefully enjoy!

1000dreams

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No good deed goes unpunished... How the rescuer gets trapped in the end.

5:30am - time to wake up. Jackie's eyes opened from another dreamless sleep. The tick-tock of the old-fashioned alarm clock pierced through the silence of the room. She had not heard its ring in years and she had long ago stopped setting the alarm. She was a creature of habit and always awoke abruptly at the same time no matter what. The dog stirred when she started to move. Soon, it shuffled its nose beneath her hands seeking to be stroked. Unaware, she started caressing its soft hair.

It took a few seconds for her to re-center herself. She was covered with sweat and was gasping for air. She breathed in and out forcing herself back into the moment as she chased the violence and the bad memories away. How long had it been since her last dream? Eight years... There was no room for dreams since then, only the nightmare that she would wake to night after night.

The landscape was even more silent than usual as it rested enveloped in its snowy cocoon. She identified with the eeriness, the silence, and the isolation of the early morning hours just before the first rays of light would penetrate through the darkness. That time was the only time that she took to herself. Then, the twins would wake and her actions would be dictated by all the automatisms that she had developed as a single mom responsible for the care of two young children. But not today; her babies were gone for the entire winter break at Aunt Jeannie's. 

For a minute, she wrestled with the thought of staying under the covers. The house was not designed for these temperatures and there was no real heat to speak of, the small electric heaters that she had in each room did not help much with these sorts of temperatures. Lighting the fireplace was such a hassle that she did not usually bother with it. Anyway, the heat it produced was only meant for the living room. It never reached the bedrooms.

She did not care for the politics behind climate change but she new that this part of the world had never known as much snow as she had seen in recent years. She had grown up in these parts and she could not recall these types of winters in her childhood. She knew that because of the snow she would be trapped in her house on the hills for the next few days. She was glad that the kids were away this time around. Last year, it had been a challenge to keep them occupied for the week that it took for the roads to be drivable again. There were no snowplows in any of the surrounding counties and no one owned cars equipped with the proper tires. A mere dusting would make everything a mess and the four inches that had fallen during the night meant that she would not see anyone for a long while.

She shivered in her nightdress. The kids were away and she could stay in bed if she so desired. However, she never listened to herself and never gave in to anything that would make her feel good. She had denied any form of self-satisfaction since the accident. Today, her early morning routine would be the same as it was every other day. The repetition of daily activities was what carried from one day to the next and she did not want to change that. If she ran out of things to do she could always start the spring-cleaning early this year she thought to herself.

The dog barked, calling for her attention. She arose and slipped on her thick robe over her the extra large T-shirt that she slept with every night. She absent-mindedly noticed her erect nipples through the tweed fabric of the T-shirt. It was so cold that her skin felt tighter than usual every movement of her clothing sending shivers down her spine. The garment she wore to sleep, her school's colors, was her only vestige of a life full of shattered promises. 

The dog twirled around her legs. It was time to let it out and to go brew her cup of Joe. Then, she would sit quietly at the kitchen table staring through the window as the sun arose through the hillside.

As she walked through the house she came to the realization that the electricity was out. That explained it all. Even the heaters had quit working and the house had gotten colder through the night. Before panic set in, she remembered that the shed had recently been restocked with firewood. She breathed a small sigh of relief, as she knew that she would not freeze to death. The pantry was full so there was nothing to worry about with regard to food. Her cell phone could only pick up a signal when she was in town so it was basically a fancy paperweight when she was home. With anguish, she realized that she would be totally isolated from the rest of the word for the next few days when she picked up her landline to a dead tone.

She opened the kitchen's door to the backyard and the dog ran out bouncing in the snow. She turned around and turned on the stove, the blue light of the flame lit a little corner of the room. She brought her hands up to it seeking to warm up her fingers. She then filled a pot with water. She would have to make a filtered coffee the way her grandma used to make it back in the days.

As she gazed at the stove, the dog started barking in the distance. She turned to face the window seeking to see where the noise was coming from. The dog then ran back to the house and started scratching the door. She opened it expecting the dog to run back in, dreading the mess that its wet hair would drag into the house. The dog however barked at her and started to walk away then came back towards the house and repeated the process several times. Though the dog had never acted this way before, she understood this to mean that it wanted her to come out and follow it.

She grabbed her winter coat and put on her boots thinking that she needed to go get the firewood anyway or the temperature in the house would keep on dropping.

When she got close to the tool shed she jumped back startled. Was there a bear or a man lying on the dry patch of ground beneath the roof's extension? Once her eyes adjusted to the dim conditions she could see the clothes so she concluded it was a man. As he laid on his side in a fetal position, his massive frame rose to her hips. She was petite in stature and, until that day, she had never felt so small. The contrast in sizes created by this imposing figure alarmed her.

She quietly went into the shed and grabbed the shovel. She did not want to get too close. She instinctively knew that this beast of a man could easily handle her like a small child. She poked him to try to wake him. He was completely unconscious and un-reactive to her stabs. Had he been there a long time? There were no tracks in the snow that she could see. She concluded that he had probably sought refuge in the early hours of the snowfall.

She went back to the shed and took out the wheelbarrow. With some ingenuity and the use of some leverage she managed to put the man in the cart. It took her a long time to bring him back into the house and by the time she made it back the sun was fully out. She was frozen throughout and so she dumped the man on the hardwood floor of the living room before heading back to get the wood for the fireplace.

She worked tirelessly to get the fire started and only rested once the flames started warming her frozen appendages. She felt as if she was thawing and only started moving again once she felt warm enough to remove her long coat. Her T-shirt had absorbed water and was drenched. She turned around making sure that the man was still unconscious. When she was reassured of his comatose state she lifted the shirt revealing her nude figure.

She was small but her body was perfectly proportioned. A curvy backside, a slim waste and, though her breasts were small in absolute terms, they looked big on her small frame. A brunette with fiery green eyes, Jackie had been gifted by nature in the looks department. Her olive skin and her mane of wavy black hair combined with her piercing stare gave her the look of some type of flamenco or gypsy woman.

She stood in front of the flames warming up for what felt like an eternity. The snow had bit into her flesh and now that she was finally warming up her blood felt as if it was boiling inside. Her skin was itchy at first but after a few minutes the heat coursing through her veins did not feel unpleasant.

After staring at the fire some more, she finally turned around to analyze the "giant" as she thought of him. Now that she could see him in the light she saw that his face had been beaten to a pulp and was covered with blood. He was wearing the tattered pieces of what she thought had been a black leather jacket.

She had remained nude while she considered the situation. She was figuring a list of things to do. The man was out cold so there was no reason for modesty. She would have to move him about and that would probably get her as filthy as he was. She went to the kitchen and filled her two biggest pots with warm water. She chose to only put on the plastic kitchen apron that she used for dish washing. The job was going to be messy and there was no reason to ruin her clothes. The sensation of this material on her bare skin was unfamiliar but she was too focused on the task at hand to give it any further attention.

In her prior life, Jackie had been a med school student just a few credits shy of graduating with honors. She tucked away the painful memory that she associated with that part of her life and just focused on what she needed to remember to help this man out. She carefully tried to undress him but quickly realized that, between his colossal size and his hidden wounds, she would not be able to remove the attire without taking the risk of harming him further. She went back into the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors resolved to cut away all the clothes he was wearing.

She had limited medical tools in her possession. Most of her observations were done visually. His chest was so large that she could clearly see it move up and down with each breath he took. Despite the facial damage his breathing was unobstructed and his vital signs seemed strong. There was no way for her to determine if any of the blows that he had received to the head had caused any serious brain trauma. In this case, only time would tell. She started cutting the jeans at the bottom of one of his legs and worked her way up. The entire length of the leg was covered with wounds. When she reached his hips she was able to confirm that he had soiled himself. Now that the heat was melting the frozen fecal matter, she only had a few minutes to act before the smell would spread though the room. 

She started moving faster cutting away at the fabric that had not been torn during the beating. Before she could tend to the wounds she wanted to quickly wash the shit and piss away. Once the front was done she then struggled to put him on his side to wash his backside. Muscle memory served her and she remembered how to move his legs and arms to get him on his side. She was able to expedite the clean up and soon all the filth had been washed away. She had doubled bagged all the clothes and had tossed them out the kitchen door.

She now took a minute to look at herself and decided that it was time for a shower as she was almost as dirty as her patient had been. She chose the closest bathroom and stepped into a hot shower. She was thankful for the antiquated boiler. It was purely mechanical without any form of electric or electronic controls: at least she still had hot water despite the blackout.

She returned to the living room where the "giant" had remained motionless during her brief absence. Somehow his naked figure impressed her more than the dressed version. Once everything was removed there remained a beast of a man. He was lean and muscular but she had never known anyone of this sheer scale and size. She guessed him to be about seven feet tall and, in the same way that her features were perfectly proportioned to her tiny frame, his featured seemed to be as well proportioned on the other end of the size spectrum. Now that she saw him naked and flat on his back, she could not understand how she had found the strength to get him into the house. She also ventured to guess that it probably had taken several men to get such a force of nature beaten to a pulp.

Bandages and ointment in hand she started tending to his wounds. By the time she was done, he looked like a mummy. She stepped back and took in the sight of this mountain of flesh covered in white. Somehow while she was washing him and administering his treatment she had blocked out the fact that she was working on a naked man. Now that she was done she finally noticed his sexual organs. They somehow had escaped the beating with very minor lesions and were one of the only parts of his body that had remained free of bandages. She stared in awe of the size of his limp penis. Was this feature also in proportion to his size?

All of a sudden, she became all too aware of her own nudity beneath the plastic kitchen apron. An unfamiliar heat arose in her loins. It had been eight years since the father of her children had passed away, and this was the first time in as many years that she had felt anything resembling sexual arousal. She turned pink with desire but in a matter of seconds that color was replaced by the red hue of shame. She bolted into her room and slipped on some sweat pants and a sweater.

Upon returning to the living room she devised a way to make a diaper with some old linen. She blushed again while handling his penis but she did not want to have to deal with the potential mess of leaving him without some covering so she ignored her feelings. Finally, she covered him with a bed sheet, as there was nothing in the house that would fit him, and, in any case, his wounds would have prevented him from wearing anything.

She then went and got two mattresses from the bedrooms: one for him and one for her. With the electrical heaters out of commission she would have to sleep in the only heated room of the house by the fire and by his side. She needed to be close to him anyway in case he needed anything during the night.

The next 72 hours were spent without many incidents. She settled into a rhythm. She would tend to his bandages, then feed him a liquid diet. She had tested his deglutition reflex and saw that it was working. Then she would change his diapers as needed. The fact that he kept on urinating reassured her as to the state of his organs. On the other hand, having to deal with his urine subdued the hint of sexual excitement she had felt the first day.

On the third day, he started moaning incomprehensible words and sounds and started moving his limbs. At some point during that day, he swung his hand and his brute force sent Jackie flying across the room. She thus decided that from that point on she would have to tie him down. He was showing good signs of recovery and she started to fear for her safety. She realized that once he was awake he could easily overpower her and she would stand no chance against him.

Later that day, during a diaper change, something utterly exceptional rocked Jackie's world. As she was wiping his urine for the second time that day, his penis slowly came to life. She had lifted the shaft and was holding it in her hand to clean his balls when his manhood started swelling. She had been looking at his scrotum and as she slowly raised her eyes to close the clean diaper she found herself staring at his growing erection. What a shock! She was paralyzed while her small hand gripped onto his thick manhood. She could feel the blood pulse through the thick veins. She had been kneeling between his legs to change him and she remained motionless with his penis in her hand, as time seemed to stand still. 

She did not know how long she had stayed like that. The dog barked and snapped her out of her trance. When she came to, her face was flush with desire and her loins were burning up. The arousal was even stronger this time. She quickly ran into the bathroom to take a cold shower. What was the matter with her?

The man was still completely unconscious but he would move and thrash against his bonds on a more regular basis. He was starting to form small words that she could recognize; they were few and too far apart to make sense but the fact that he was talking nonsense gave her confidence that his brained had not been harmed. 

After the first erection, and to Jackie's utter embarrassment, his monstrous member would swell under her touch every time she cleaned him. No matter how light her touch was or how fast she tried to go through the process of putting on a dry cloth he would get hard in her hands. For some reason that she could not comprehend, with each one of his erections she would get wet too. After eight years of complete celibacy, she was ill equipped to handle the emotions that were coursing through her. As time progressed, she found herself in a constant state of arousal. She had to change him three to four times per 24 hours and every time that he got excited so would she. The problem was that his erections would subside shortly after she closed the diaper but her arousals would not. Her wanton desire would linger on for longer periods of time every time. After another 48 hours of tending to him, she had now reached the point where she was still aroused from the previous erection when she would have to touch him again. She was going mad with desire, her body filled with hot liquid lava. Cold showers did not help as the trickle of the water on her skin only ramped up her carnal needs.

Masturbation was not an option. She was too much of a prude to know what to do. Her past sexual experience had been limited to her first and only love, her high school sweetheart: the man whose life had been cut short at the tender age of 22 years old. The accident had happened just before she found out that she was pregnant with the twins. Their sexual life had been limited to a few nights after their wedding as they had both decided to keep their virginity until their nuptials... and then she lost him abruptly. Since that time there had been nothing else; not even a trace of desire. 

Now she was going mad and drunk with sexual cravings; her body was a hot mess and she did not know how to deal with it. Every pore of her being longed to be touched, every nerve ending was screaming for release. She was hot and bothered all over. The heat was rising to her head. Her face was aflame, the base of her neck was ablaze, and the gooey lava in her loins was very slowly dripping out past her labia onto her thighs; a constant shameful reminder of her yearning desire.

After the fifth or the sixth day (she had lost track of time), the giant soiled his makeshift diaper for the first time since she had first cleaned him. Unfortunately for Jackie, her improvised diaper could not handle the mess and she had to give him another sponge bath.

She was not looking forward to the repulsing experience and for the first time in two days the heat of her sexual arousal dissipated. Knowing how messy the first bath had been, she again decided to strip naked and only wear her plastic kitchen apron to clean him. However, this time she could not ignore the strange friction created by the plastic rubbing against her bare skin. When she felt her body react to the plastic she second-guessed her choice of outfit for a bit, but after some hesitation she just shrugged and went onto the task ahead.




Stranded Ch. 01



At first, her choice of attire seemed fortuitous; as had been the case before, she could not avoid getting messy while she cleaned him up and so she was happy to know that none of her clothing would be soiled in the process. Again, trying to get the man on his side was tough and she had to untie him to do so. This time, he was not an inanimate object. Once untied, he started swinging his arms and his body would roll around making the bath even more of a challenge. Jackie was quick on her toes and was very mindful of his movements. She did not want to be thrown again across the room like a puppet and so she would jump back and out of his range like a boxer dancing around a ring. After she finished washing the filth away, she went to take a shower as she had done that first day. She came back from the shower with a towel wrapped around her chest, she wanted to check on him and was startled to find that the stranger had rolled off the mattress a few yards away. 

In a hurry to get the man back on the bed, she grabbed the plastic apron and put it back on afraid that he would keep on moving if she went back to her room to get dressed. After quite a struggle to roll him back in his spot, she started tending to the remaining deeper wounds that still required ointment and bandages. When it finally came time to put the "diaper" back on, her earlier aversion had completely been forgotten and was replaced by the arousal that had tortured her for the past two days. 

She stared at the sex expanding in her hand and felt her hot liquid desire drip past her labia. She was still nude beneath the apron and the excitement in her state of undress was harder to ignore. She had been kneeling to tend to him and when she sat up to seat on her feet her feet came in contact with the heat emanating from between her thighs. She froze for what seemed like eternity.

Suddenly the giant man began to stir. She suddenly realized that she had not taken the time to tie him back up yet. She rose and moved to the side. Due to her momentary distraction and despite her best efforts, he managed to get one of his paws on her but she was not thrown across the room like before. This time he had not swung wildly like the first time. Instead, his hand ended up grabbing onto her shoulders pulling her down. The contact took her by surprise and her reflex to jump back proved disastrous. The plastic apron ripped apart in the beast's hand and she fell to the ground landing on her butt. She could not get out of his powerful grasp and crumbled under the weight of his massive hand and arm. To her astonishment his body kept on moving towards her and she soon found herself trapped under his weight.

The young woman panicked. She was now pinned under his arm and broad shoulder and his grip was tightening. She tried to roll him off of her but in her position the weight was too much for her to handle. Worst of all, she was now fully nude and the skin-to-skin contact heightened her distress. Dreadfully, and incomprehensibly, she also noticed that the sexual excitement in her body kept on rising. That realization terrorized her further. In a frenzy, she bucked and struggled under him in an effort to get him off of her but to no avail. She was growing tired with every attempt. Her breasts were rubbing against him and her nipples were now erect and were sending shivers down her spine with each one of her movements. She tried to ignore the stimulation but the desire that had been building up for over two days was now climbing to a crescendo. She kept on arching her back and on lifting her hips off the ground in an attempt to push him but he kept on rolling back towards her. She thrashed about for some time before exhaustion set it. Her energy reserves were getting depleted too fast and she was out of breath. She was heaving and gasping for air, she was hot and sweaty and the heat in her sex was starting to fluster her thoughts. Could she be enjoying this?

In a last ditch effort to get loose; she tried to roll onto her stomach to see if she could wiggle out of his powerful grasp. That proved to be a terrible plan. Somehow, the giant kept on rolling with her moves and she found herself flat on her stomach with one of his arms between her legs. She had become a human pillow of sorts. His enormous head was resting on her tiny back and was pinning her chest to the ground. His huge forearm had somehow slid between her legs and had wrapped around to hold the front of her upper body. Her wet, naked sex was resting in the pit of his elbow and his biceps was nested in her posterior between her ass cheeks. She was completely opened to him and this most intimate of touches sent her in a desperate rush to get away.

The distressed girl had nowhere to go and all of her contortions only worked to increase the rubbing of her sex onto the man's arm. The grinding stimulated her engorged clitoris and in response her carnal needs kept on building within her. Jackie had been denying the sexual part of her being for far too long and this first sexual stimulation in so many years could not be left unheeded. Her body took over and her mind gave in. Quickly her motions turned from an attempt to escape to vigorously rubbing, twisting and squirming her pelvis into his arm. The pressure was building within. Her heart was pitter-pattering as if it was about to explode as she accelerated her pace. She was enthralled in the throws of passion and there was no stopping her ascent towards orgasm. It was fast and furious. She was humping his arm like a little poodle in heat and she rapidly brought herself to an earth shattering orgasm. Somehow his firm grip on her body had allowed her to completely give-in and let loose all the sexual energies that she had bottled up over the years. Pinned and trapped beneath the man, her pent-up desire took over. She kept on shivering and quivering and her hips kept on gyrating as she straddled his forearm. She had lost all senses of self and her search for pleasure took over. She humped and humped some more bringing herself to two more powerful orgasms before collapsing from exhaustion. She drifted in a very deep sleep still ensnared underneath his body.

Jackie's eyes where fluttering. She was slowly waking up from a very deep, very restorative slumber. She felt warm and comfortable.

"Hello Beautiful!" said the giant with a very deep voice.

"iiiiih!" Jackie screamed.

The man jumped pack startled by her reaction and finally let her out of his powerful grasp.

She jumped up and quickly ran to her room. She was mortified and needed to get dressed. When she came to her senses, she was surprised to see that there was already daylight outside. A quick glance at the alarm clock revealed that it was almost 9am. She looked out the window and was surprised to see that another few inches of snow had fallen during the night. "Great!" she thought to herself. She would be trapped for an even longer amount if time in her house with this total stranger who was now awake.

"Hey Lady!" shouted the man interrupting her thoughts. Cautiously, she made her way towards the living room. The man was still lying on the floor apparently unable to get up.

To be continued...



Stranded Ch. 01



Studying, writing papers, finals, the stress was over. SUMMERTIME! 

Before everyone left for home, we took one more boat ride. As usual we stop in the middle of the lake for a swim ... As usual we all skinny dip ... As usual every one is tired and gets back in and dressed, except me and Beth. Beth had one of those bodies entirely out of my league, entirely in my best dreams, the lust of every classmate. She had her pick and usually sported a boyfriend with benefits, like this boat.

However this time her boyfriend is annoyed as Beth and I are still naked. He is more annoyed as we splash and rough house. Positively irate as I "accidentally" touch her breasts and she keeps playing along. 

Suddenly I hear the motor cut in and the yells of the group as the boat starts moving. It picks up speed and heads for shore. We're alone. No clothes, shoes, anything. A mile offshore.

I feel the rising panic and start to yell for help, but Beth is there. She shushes me, hugs me, reassures me that we'll be ok. I get lost in that friendly smile and will do anything to stay in that embrace.

As I start to realize how we are intertwined, feeling every inch of the goddess along my naked skin, the hormones take over. I'm suddenly hard, my eyes glaze over, my muscles pull her tighter. But Beth flashes that friendly smile and gently disengages. We are still tired and alone, naked in the middle of the lake.

We start swimming slowly, conserving energy, alternating strokes to keep from tiring. We chat to keep each other's spirits up, but I'm not the athlete Beth is and find it harder and harder to keep moving.

Beth turns around and comes closer. Those eyes pull me in and I'll do anything. As her arms come around me and I feel those long legs against mine, I forget about the outside world. I forget we're in danger. Again she gently disengages as she feels my body's salute, and we continue swimming.

It's still not enough, I'm not going to make it. Beth notices my struggle and encourages me to float on my back to rest. She holds me in a lifeguard save and my head rests on those heavenly pillows as her wonderful machine of a body keeps pulling.

Now Beth is distracted. She can't miss the effect she has on me, couldn't help noticing how hard I got in her embrace, and can't stop looking at my erection rising from the water. The situation is getting to her too, as adrenaline mixes with dopamine and her hormones race. She has needs too. She gently releases me to float on my back, and spins me around feet first. Beth moves between my legs to cup my ass cheeks in both hands. She raises my middle out of the water to gently kiss the tip, then shakes herself and stops. We're still stranded, alone and naked in the middle of the lake.

Beth grabs me by the penis and starts towing. She continues to pull us toward safety, occasionally pumping her hand up and down my shaft to keep me fully engorged. She starts talking dirty to keep me fully upright and focused. I forget about time, danger and the outside world as I only have attention for her touch, her grip, her imagination of what she wants to do with me, alone and naked.

Next time Beth changed strokes, it was different. She let me float in closer to her, and reached around to squeeze my butt again. However I was entirely relaxed and focussed on the pleasure as her hands got more intrusive. I was mildly shocked as I let her fingers enter my anus. I was fish hooked as she started towing again, every motion with her fingertip against my prostate, rushing me toward climax. I was going crazy.

Again she changed it up balancing me on her finger, raising my mast out of the water, pulling me toward her. I never felt more alive, feeling the warmth of her mouth closing in around my balls, feeling her tongue gently separate, manipulate. Then her other hand started stroking my cock, faster, harder, firmer. I couldn't hold back and exploded with a loud groan. My eyes rolled back and obliviously I sank down ...

... to the ground. I opened my eyes to that mischievous smile as Beth said "we're safe". She gently grabbed my balls and added " and you OWE me".



Stranded Ch. 01



"You'll live" she quipped. "I guess I'll put up with you for a few more days." 

I turned and saw her grin. "Thanks. I appreciate your rescue. I'm eternally in your gratitude." She said.

"Being able to stop him was luck. Regardless, no one treats a woman like that. Our first order of business is to get you healed, then try to get out of here."

"Thanks again." she reiterated.

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up better."

"That steam is so cold, what do you have in mind?"

"Heat up enough water, sit you on this stool and let you wash yourself."

"Won't work." she said. "I can't use my feet to balance while using my hands to wash. I'll need your help."

We discussed the situation and agreed I'd help her balance on the stool, and she would wash herself.

Once the water was heated, and she was ready, I set her on the box, she removed the clothes and I held her legs for balance as she washed. Even with the warm water and being close to the stove, the room was cold, and she shivered. She was clean but very cold and shaking like a leaf. Picking her up I lay her on the cot, wrapped the blanket around her and then pulled the cot closer to the stove 

Through chattering teeth she asked, "Weeelll, hhhooow ddddo I llllook?"

"The bruises aren't too bad. All of them and the cuts will heal. But you are clean. As for your feet, only time will tell."

"Yyyou diiddn't annswer mee." she said shivering badly. "Soo hoow doo I I Loook?"

I blushed.

"Aaanssweerr thhe qquesstiion."

"Beautiful, you are extremely beautiful."

"Gggood. Nnow ggett ooveer hheerre aand cuddlle wwwitth mme. Ggett mmmeee wwwarm."

"Is that wise?"

With her teeth chattering, "Ppplleasse ggget mee wwarmm."

I moved to the cot and slipped under the blanket. She pulled her arms folded against her chest as my one good arm encircled her and vigorously rubbed her back. In the process I bumped my shoulder and let out a groan. Her head was on my left shoulder and she gave it a quick kiss. 

Her hands unbuttoned my shirt so she could snuggle closer. I pulled her tighter while briskly rubbing her back.

"Ttthannks" she chattered.

Gradually she warmed up and stopped shaking. I kissed her on the cheek and we fell asleep. 

A few days later, I woke first and lie there listening to her regular breathing. My mind wandered, trying to figure a way to heal the bottoms of her feet. I could walk out of here but didn't know how far I'd have to go for help. She'd be left alone, unable to care for herself. The best plan was to stay put and allow our injuries to heal. We had food, water, and fire. Even though we were cold, we could stay by the fire. As these thoughts raced through my mind, I watched her face. She opened her eyes.

"What are you thinking about?"

"How to care for you."

Her smile lit up the room. "Thanks."

"We should be getting up. The fire needs stoked, we need to eat, and I want to soak your feet again."

"Just a minute." She turned her head and kissed me, unexpectedly. "Now we can get up!" she said.

I slipped from under the blanket and found her clothes. "Do you want me to wash these?" 



Stranded Ch. 01



All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. 

*

Rich was excited when his parents told him that they were all going on a Caribbean Cruise, but was disappointed to find out that the only other people that would be on the cruise were his Uncle Jack, Aunt Jane, and his cousin Jessica Lyn.

He didn't expect it to be much fun, and wasn't too happy waking up at six in the morning the day of the trip to get to the ship. Shortly after arriving they boarded the ship and each got situated in their own rooms. Rich unpacked ready for his two week trip to Hell.

He came on deck as the ship set sail and noticed Jessica Lyn lying out in her bikini. He had never realized how nice of a body she had until now; they had never gotten along all that well, so they hadn't seen in each other in almost two years...

The day went by without much event and Rich was soon left in his room to fall to sleep. It was then that the image of Jess returned to his mind. He couldn't believe the thoughts he was thinking about her, she was after all his cousin. He tried to keep the thoughts from his mind, but he couldn't help picturing her small but well sized breasts, and perfectly rounded ass in her bikini.

He knew it was wrong, but he also knew if he didn't take care of it he would not be getting much sleep. He pulled a sock out his suitcase and wrapped it around his dick with thoughts of Jess filling his mind. He stroked himself slowing picking up speed as his orgasm built, faster and faster...

He was frozen by a knock at his door. He couldn't think, speak, or move before the door opened and his sister Brook entered the room. She didn't notice what was going on at first, but soon she realized and she just stared at Rich in shock.

Rich didn't know what to say as Brook just stood there staring at him. Finally he managed to say, "Close the door."

Brook closed the door, but never took her eyes off of the sock that covered him, she had never seen a penis before, not even covered by a sock. She knew her brother masturbated, she had heard him occasionally but never had she walked in on him.

"Stop staring at me," Rich said.

"I can't," was Brook's response, "Can I...can I, see it?"

Rich was now shocked, "No, just get out of my room, and don't mention this to anyone."

Brook felt embarrassed for even asking and quickly turned away, opened the door and left the room. Rich was now set, no longer horny, and slightly embarrassed, he quickly dozed off to sleep.

Brook returned to him with thought of what she had just seen running through her mind. It had been a long time since she had felt this type of sensation between her legs. In her eighteen years she had only felt the need to masturbate twice. She didn't want to use her fingers, so she leaned up against the side of her bed and started to hump and grind against it. 

It felt good, she had been long over due for an orgasm, the thought of Rich stroking himself made her hot, and she was rushing towards her climax. She leaned back off of the bed and thrust her fingers into her shorts, madly fingering her clit. She starting moaning, loud enough that she must have been heard, but at this point she didn't care. Finally she felt her orgasm rush through her and she came hard against her fingers. Savoring every second of the amazing feeling.

Three Days Later...

Nothing exciting had happened, Rich had spent most of his time in his room. He only ventured out for the chance of seeing Jess in her bikini again, but so far he had been out of luck. 

Today was the day they would go in three separate small boats and travel off on their own. Jack and Jane wanted to go alone together and Rich's parents went with Brook, leaving Jess and Rich to venture off together. This was the best news of the trip so far for rich.

When they set off the sky was clear and it was forecasted to be a beautiful day. Jess wore a tank top of her bikini top, and nothing of the bottoms. Rich wore a t-shirt and his swimming trunks. Jess just lay out in the small boat for the start of the trip enjoying the sun, but soon felt her legs start to burn.

"Rich can you put some lotion on my legs?" Jess asked.

"Yeah sure," Rich replied without hesitation.

"Thanks, can you do my back too?" Jess asked as she removed her tank top.

Rich was in heaven, he got rub lotion of Jess's perfectly toned legs, and up her back.

Rich poured the lotion on his hands and slowly started to rub it up Jess's left leg. Moving slowly in a circular motion up her leg, turning it almost into a massage. Jess noticed the extra attention and really enjoyed it. She asked Rich to focus more on her upper thigh as that seemed to burn the most.

Rich moved up her thigh, rubbing the lotion up and down, grazing her ass slightly each time. Soon he moved onto her right leg, and when he reached her thigh, he again would gently graze her ass each time. Her bikini bottom was moving up slightly each time he did this. He couldn't help but notice as more of her ass became exposed to him. He felt himself start to harden and tried to shift so Jess wouldn't see the bulge in his pants.

He quickly did her back so he could adjust himself sooner, but as he finished Jess turned back to thank him, and noticed his shorts.

"What's got you so excited?"

"Huh? What? Nothing."

"I felt you feeling my ass, did that turn you on Richie? Don't worry I won't tell anyone."

"No, it just happens sometimes."

"Ok, whatever you..."

Jess was cut off as their small boat crashed into some jagged rocks, they had been too distracted by the lotion to pay attention to where they were going. The boat crashed over more rocks and was quickly taking on water.

Fortunately it stopped hitting the rocks as it slid up onto the shore of a small island that appeared deserted. They were no separated from everyone with no boat and no phones.

They knew they were stranded, arguments went on about who was to blame for it, but they all led no where.

After an hour of arguing and yelling on the beach they moved into the shade of the trees. Jess was far from calming down as she jumped at Rich. For a small girl she packed some force, and she knocked Rich to the ground and fell on top of him. On the way down Rich's trunks caught on a tree and started to rip. 

Rich rolled to his side in an attempt to get Jess off of him without hurting her, but she continued the roll and ended up back on top of him. The full roll took Rich's trunks right off of him leaving him completely exposed.

"Why didn't you pay attention, instead of trying to feel my..."

Jess stopped as she felt something poke her ass. She looked down to see Rich's cock fully exposed and fully erect. It wasn't exactly huge, but at 8 inches it was the biggest she had ever seen. Rich realized what had happened and tried to cover himself, but Jess stopped him.

Jess pushed her ass down onto Rich, forcing his dick to slide between her ass cheeks. Rich didn't know what she was doing, but liked it. Jess was fully instinctive, she just sat there relishing the sudden control she had over Rich. 

"So Richie, do I turn you on?"

"Yes," there was nothing else he could say.

"Do you want to have sex with me right here on this deserted island?"

"More than anything."

Jess slowly started to move her hips up and down causing Rich's cock to grind into her ass.

"Does that feel good? Do you want more?"

"Yes, yes, please yes."

With that she abruptly un mounted him. Rich had the look of desperation in his eyes.

"That's just to bad, take care of it yourself."

Rich was shocked by her sudden change in tone, but didn't care she was standing right in front of him and, in his mind, had given him permission to jack off in front of her. His hand went straight to his shaft as he stroked himself with vigor. It took mere seconds for his balls to churn and the first hot blast of come shot from him, hitting Jess in the leg.

He kept going, feeling like he had never come this much before. Jess was no aroused and her nipples stuck through her bikini. 

"Here let me help you finish that," Jess said as she lowered her head to the tip of his cock wanting desperately to taste his hot come. Rich groaned his appreciation as he felt her lips on his dick. She toyed with his dick with her tongue, cleaning him off, and managing to suck the whole thing in her mouth as it started to deflate when his orgasm past.

"God I'm so horny now," Jess said.

"Take care of it yourself," was Rich's reply as he got up and started to walk away.

Jess was surprised by his reaction, and she had no interest in doing it herself. She wanted him to drive himself into her and to feel his cock impale her. The thoughts made her even wetter, and the wetness was easily visible through the thin material of her bikini. Rich didn't look back as he walked off into the distance.

Jess knew she would have to wait, but eventually he would do what she wanted him to. She decided to sit down under the shade of a tree and idly fondle her pussy through her bottoms. Twenty minutes passed and Rich had not returned.

Jess got a new idea, she got up and stripped off her bikini, and headed in the direction Rich had left in. She walked only for five minutes before minding what looked like a small cave. Going against her fear, she decided to enter. She slowly stepped in. Not more than three steps in she felt a hand on her ass.

"You really want it?" 

"Yes, more than anything."

"Then get on your hands and knees."

Jess just obliged without saying a word. Rich felt the extreme desire to nail her, but still wanted to get her back for earlier, so he said, "I hope you like anal." Must to his surprise Jess responded, "Just work it in there nice and slow."

Rich moved the head of his penis to her ass, and slowly started to slide it toward her hole. He tried to enter but struggled to get into her tight asshole. "Let me help with that," Jess said turning around and sucking lightly on Rich's cock, making sure to get all of it in her mouth.

After doing that she silently returned to her position as Rich positioned himself to enter her. Slowly he penetrated her. Finally inside he began to gently thrust in and out. He enjoyed the tightness of her ass. This was his first experience with anal and he liked it as much as, if not more, than normal sex because of the tightness. 

He felt himself building back towards a second orgasm, and slowed down to enjoy the feeling a little longer. Jess was moaning but she knew it wasn't as good as it would be if he would penetrate her pussy. She looked back at him, meeting his eyes. Rich knew what she wanted, and this time was ready to give it to her.

He carefully pulled himself out and stood up, motioning for Jess to do the same. When Jess got to her feet Rich picked her up, and she locked her feet around his waist as he finally penetrated her the way she wanted. He moved so her back was up against the wall of the cave. With the cave helping to hold Jess up, Rich was able to drive himself harder and harder into her, slowing down when he felt his orgasm approaching. He kept doing until he felt Jess's body spasm as her orgasm swept over her. The feeling of her pussy spasming with his cock inside her sent him over the edge, and he shot his load deep inside her.

As their ecstasy slowing subsided, Rich fell to the ground and Jess pulled herself off of him. The sat there amazed at how good it felt, but as their post orgasmic bliss wore off they again realized the direness of their situation. They were still stranded on an island with no food or water. 

"So, you wanna see where this thin goes?" asked Rich.

"There isn't much else we can do," said Jess.

So with that they headed deeper into the cave, hoping that the light would continue to peak through the small cracks in the ceiling of the cave. They ventured off desperate to find anything that could help them...



Stranded Ch. 01



I didn't really want my eyes to open; in fact I willed them to stay closed. It felt as if I were in a warm little cocoon, and the last thing I wanted to do was disturb the small bit of peace I had on this... Beach. What the hell was I doing on a beach? Blinking rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the harsh light, I fought back panic as I quickly took stock in what was going on.

My brain was having some difficulty functioning, probably due to that bout with hypothermia. Now if I could only remember why I was fighting hypothermia... I honestly could not remember. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, pulling off half of a calming meditation technique, trying to calm my heart.

Carefully re-opening my eyes, letting my eyes adjust slowly to that horrible sun, I allowed my gaze to drift along the beach. It wasn't all that sandy; in fact most of it was dirt. The tree line ended parallel to where I was currently laying, so I was partially shaded. It wasn't all that cold—my face wasn't frozen—but it wasn't exactly warm, either. I also took note that I was covered in about four or five blankets, and as I wiggled my arms and legs, I found that I was completely naked... And that I wasn't alone.

Cuddled up next to me was something impossible; a beautiful young woman, her meticulously cared for raven-black locks draped gently against me. The soft skin of her cheek gently nuzzled my bare, well-toned chest. She shifted in her sleep, finding a comfortable position, and I was suddenly extremely aware of her full, bare breasts pressing against my side. 

Not to mention her nipples were rather distracting. She must have been having a good dream.

I was still half asleep; my brain working slowly, unable to really grasp what was going on. I don't know what compelled me to gently reach over and stroke her cheek, or why I slipped my arms around her to pull her closer; or the fact that it was sheer bliss to have her naked body pressed against mine. I couldn't really blame my current state for my actions. I had just been through hell, and to wake up with a beautiful naked woman next to me... well, I didn't consider it a bad thing. I cuddled against her closer, enjoying the warmth, the intimacy... her body...

Somewhere deep down, a voice screamed, "You shouldn't be enjoying this you fucking pervert!" and "She's you're fucking sister!!" I honestly didn't care. I vaguely remembered something horrible happening the night before; the terrible, frigid cold. How it felt as if I had been seconds from death. Now I was warm, with a beautiful naked angel pressed against me. I was in heaven.

I let myself blissfully drift back to sleep, my arms sliding around her waist, my hands running over her soft skin. Her hand moved to my chest; and that was my last thought. 

The sun had moved almost directly overhead by the time I regained consciousness the second time. I let out a rather unattractive yawn, licked my dry lips, and took a moment to stretch luxuriously. 

A small smile reached my face as I remembered where I was and what I had discovered previously. I glanced down at Britt, half-jumping when a pair of beautiful gray-hazel eyes met mine. She was nibbling on her lower lip slightly, and fidgeting as if she were uncomfortable. I found it hard to believe she was physically uncomfortable, as our little nest was rather cozy and comfortable. Must be because we're completely naked. She was always rather shy about her body. The sudden thought brought me back to reality. She was my sister... step-sister yes, but I had spent my entire life with her. 

Shit. Wasn't I just enjoying feeling her breasts pressed against me?

Swallowing back the unpleasant taste of my own perverseness, I tried talking. What came out sounded a bit like a croak. I tried again.

"Morning." I managed, my voice a dry rasp. I smiled at her, trying to relieve some of that tension I was sensing.

"Uhm... Morning," was the rather timid response I got in return. She did smile, though. She was rather beautiful like that, all timid and shy. So unlike the typical outgoing girl I had grown up with. She chewed on her lower lip a bit harder, looking down at my bare chest, her hand resting gently against it. 

Rather awkwardly, she reached behind her for a bottle of water I hadn't noticed, handing it to me. The liter of water was drained in seconds. My throat—which had been completely parched and dry—finally received the essential liquid it had been deprived of. I instantly felt better; my brain even seemed to be able to process thought more effectively. It's as if a fog lifted, and suddenly I was back to my usual clear thinking, rational self. 

Finally, she came out with it, "I... I had to keep you from freezing. You were so cold and you wouldn't get up. I was freezing too and our clothers were all wet," She looked increasingly stressed as the previous night's events flashed across her eyes. I could see them shimmer as she continued, "I couldn't feel my fingers, and I had to drag you away from the water as much as I could. I had the blankets, and..." She hesitated, and I saw her blinking away some tears, "I put our clothes on that tree over there. You were so cold when I got the blankets around us... I thought... I thought..."

Tears streamed down her face as the words turned to gibberish. She buried her face in the crook of her arm, but I quickly brushed her arm around me and pulled her close. Her body seemed to hesitate for a moment, but soon she clung to me tightly. I tightened my grip around her, squeezing slightly in support. Her tears dripped down my broad chest as I cradled her in my arms. 

She saved my life, I was sure of that. While technically I had saved her life too (the details were slowly coming back to me) it didn't seem all that grandiose to me. All I had done was swim back to the plane to get her out, and she did the rest. Here, I had been completely helpless, dying, and she literally kept me alive. First dragging me to safety, then sustaining me with he own body heat (which had probably been dwindling as well).

Tears stung my eyes as she continued to weep in my arms; she saved my life. I would be dead without her. As she calmed slightly, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I would have been dead. Frozen to death, not breathing. Dead. And she would have been left alone in this damned place.

It's an odd sensation, knowing you could have died. Lots of people have written or spoken about near death experiences, and while I hadn't seen any light at the end of a tunnel or seen any long lost relatives, it did remind me just how fragile humans could be. A little too cold, a little to hot, and you were gone. And that was that.

I looked down at her, suddenly aware of her eyes on me. She was laying atop me now, clinging to my body. Regardless of the situation, it was rather difficult not to become aroused. She was a beautiful naked young woman, and her lightly tanned skin felt amazingly silky against mine. The fact that she was practically my sister didn't bother my body any. 

Willing a certain part of my body not to become troublesome, I slipped my arms around her tightly and gave her a long, loving hug.

"Thank you Britt." Was all I managed to say. The words simply weren't enough... I loved her. I always had, really, but this was different. She had saved my life; she had risked her own life to save mine (getting naked at night while half frozen generally isn't good for your health). As I gazed into her still-shimmering hazel eyes (overcast mostly by gray, as they were whenever she was sad) I could only think how much I cared for her... I wanted to protect her. I wanted to-

She kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek, or a playful pouted lip kiss. No, she kissed me...her full, soft lips pressed against mine very softly, almost cautiously. I could feel her trembling (in fear? In anticipation?) and I instinctively pulled her closer, covering her in my arms as I tilted my head, and parted her soft lips with the tip of my tongue. I was rewarded with a soft moan, and the slightest touch of her tongue to mine. Her manicured nails slowly traced their way along my shoulder, my neck...

I fought against my instincts, not deepening the kiss any further. The logical part of my mind was still reeling from this rather unexpected turn of events. This kiss—this amazing kiss—was as far as I was allowing my body to take this. At the moment. 

The illogical part of mind... That was the part of me screaming to take it further. To not only deepen this kiss, but to adjust ever so slightly and guide my cock deep inside her tight little pussy (She was hot, too... I could feel the warmth coming from between her legs). However, the only thing the illogical part of my brain cared about was having her scream my name, her body convulsing in tremors on top of me. 

My eyes were half-closed, her tongue was gently lapping at mine, soft moans were escaping her lips. I was completely lost in the moment. No logic (well maybe the shred that was keeping me from taking her). No thoughts, other then how good her tongue tasted, how warm her body felt, how hot her mound felt pressed against my thigh. I could only hold her, kiss her, love her. 

We shared that tender kiss for what seemed an eternity, and seemed to end all to quickly nonetheless. We cuddled against each other afterwards, completely relaxed and at ease, completely content—for the moment—no longer feeling awkward about our nakedness, or worrying about how we would survive. I think we both really needed the break from reality. 

We stayed there, lying in each other's arms. I pushed every other thought in my mind away. All that mattered was right here, in my arms. Life could wait.

Her stomach grumbled. Surprised, I let out a startled laugh. She looked up at me, both embarrassed and a little annoyed with the fact I was laughing at her. I just sighed, not in annoyance, but in resignation. I would pay her back for saving my life, by keeping her safe and getting her out of here. Somehow. 

I tried not to think about how the amazing kiss we just shared, or how it would probably change everything between her and I. Yes, we were family. Yes I cared for her like a big brother. Yet...

I gazed back down, finding her eyes half closed, not sleeping yet not fully awake. Her cheek was pressed against my chest, right next to my heart. Perhaps the sound of my heartbeat had lulled her to sleep the previous night. I smiled at the thought. She could be so damned adorable.

I gently rolled her onto her back, grinning a bit at the disagreeable grumble that came from her. She didn't want me to leave any more then I did. But she was hungry... and I was going to take care of her. 

I really did love her. 

I unraveled myself from her, allowing her the luxury of staying under the blankets. She bashfully turned away while I dressed, or perhaps she just rolled over to fall back asleep. Either way, it was cute. 

I made my way to the lake that had caused so much trouble for us the night before, scooping up handfuls of water. It had been so cold the night before, but now I just found it incredibly refreshing. After I had downed about of gallon of water and took care of some biological necessities behind a tree, I returned to find Brittany fully clothed, sitting on a fallen tree, looking out toward the horizon.

I followed her gaze. It was quite beautiful here, or would have been under different circumstances. Now, it simply signified just how far away from home we were, and how hard it would be to get back. 

"We'll be ok, Britt." I told her softly. I didn't know that for sure, I did know that I had training and experience in survival situations; it was a bit of a hobby of mine actually. I had enough tools in my bag to make the best of the situation, but there was always the x-factor. Illness, Injury, a wild bear wielding a chainsaw, who knows. 

She just nodded, a strange expression on her face. Not really sadness, not really shock. Just... Something else. Worry flashed through my mind, I would have to take care of her, both physically and mentally. And I figured that I should probably start soon. 

You'll take care of her all right. 

I practically growled at myself, I seriously needed to get that wild part of my mind under control. I idly wondered if it was possible to lose your mind due to traumatic circumstances.

While she was preoccupied with her thoughts (and I was preoccupied with my own), I went to retrieve my bag. It was still kind of wet, but all the clothes had been removed, so all I had to worry about was my gear getting rusted. Carrying the gear away from the sandy dirt, I found a nice clear spot to take inventory.

My multi-tool that had been attached to my belt was still here, so I set that down. First aid kit, along with all my hygiene stuff, was neatly kept in a waterproof case. I wondered if that was what made the bag float the previous night. Probably not, there was a bunch of heavier things inside it. 

Such as my hatchet. I know, it's rather cliché but whenever I go out to Canada I bring my gear with me. I love camping, or "roughing it" as I like to say, but it's always for a couple of days and I always have plenty of food on hand. Here, I had a week worth of energy bars (for a single person, mind you) and a single water bottle. That doesn't sound all that bad, but that severely reduces the distance I would be able to travel from the lake. I had no idea how abundant water was out here, but without any way of holding it, I would have to rely on local (perhaps nonexistent) water sources.

Setting the pack of food on the side I dug around a bit more. My blackberry cell phone, destroyed. Three hundred and fifty dollars well spent. Various bits of paperwork, all wet and sticking together. Dried out I could use it for kindling, so I set it aside. A couple pocket knives (I always had several on hand) my buck knife, which had a serrated edge on one side, which would come in handy as a saw, and finally, my emergency kit. Inside was a small amount of food, matches, lighters, fire starters, fish and snare line, complete with hooks. Even some oxytetracycline and water purification tablets. Even condoms... Why the hell would there be condoms in a survival kit? 

Duh, Survival 101, anything that can be used to carry water. They were small, expanded, could carry water. Actually, that was a damned good idea. If I ever managed to make it out of this situation, I'd be sure to thank the guy who thought of including it into that kit. 

I stowed my gear, attaching the knives and hatchet to various places on my belt, just as Brittany walked over

"I just wanted to thank you, Jet." She said solemnly, her voice low, her head down.

I tried to place her expression again, failing. "Nothing to thank, you saved my life last night... I would have died on that beach." Suddenly, she was in my arms again, hugging me fiercely. 

"And I would have died in that plane Jet. You came back and saved me. Thank you." Her body shook slightly, her grip tightening. 

The urge to kiss her was almost overwhelming. It seemed the most natural way to get her to feel better. I looked into her eyes, her lips parted, her eyes shimmered. 

I pulled back. It took every ounce of willpower I had. I could not take advantage of her emotional state again.

"I..." She began, looking down.

I shook my head, "No. It's... It's ok. Let's just get something to eat and I'll see about building us some sort of shelter."

She nodded quickly and left, almost eager to leave. She probably was. Hell I was eager not to have her so close to me, Her scent still hung in the air... a flowery, feminine scent that only she possessed. I never really noticed it like that before.  

Shaking my head in a futile effort to clear it, I gathered up the rest of my gear, pulling out two energy bars. I would have to get to work on a shelter while I still had my energy. Water wasn't going to be a problem, so technically we had a few weeks to find alternative sources of food. A few weeks of caring for Brittany, spending every waking moment with her, kissing those soft lips...

Oh, My, God. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head with disgust. I had no idea what was going on inside her head, but I knew all I felt was... Weird. Maybe it was the whole situation, I saved her life, She saved mine. Maybe that was something that brought people together, no matter what they were to each other.

Or maybe I just wanted her. I wanted to kiss her, to hold her. To love her. 

I sighed. This isn't what I needed to be focusing on. I needed to focus on shelter. Then fire, then food. 

All I really wanted to focus on was... Her.



Stranded Ch. 01



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Everything was automated and the latest model onboard. The only exception was in the communications area-an old radio was still used. There was no satellite telephone on this yacht. Mr. Anthony (Tony) Rialto preferred it that way. He had many times told Captain Katherine Vosney that when onboard he preferred no outside disturbances.

Everything could be, and was, operated by a single person-the Captain. She didn't mind being the only "crew" on the yacht, it was a job that paid well and she was able to put nearly her whole paycheck into savings. For a woman of only 32, she was finally near to being financially independent. At that time, she would decide what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.

"Captain, I'll have supper on the top deck." Mr. Rialto informed Katherine via the intercom system. "Yes, sir. It will be ready shortly," she replied. As she finished the salad and barbequed chicken-extra spicy, just as he preferred, Katherine started loading the dumbwaiter with dinner.

"Bring your dinner up here as well Captain," Mr. Rialto told her. Surprised, Katherine put her own plate on the dumbwaiter alongside his and added the chilled pitcher of iced tea. Usually she took her meals on the main deck just outside of the kitchen as Mr. Rialto was a solitary person and preferred to eat alone.

"He probably wants to go ashore to one of those islands we are approaching and play his little "what if" games again," Katherine thought with some disdain. 

Mr. Rialto would sometimes sit on a deserted beach and ponder what-if's...what if he were stranded alone?...what if he were hurt?...what if he could never again return to civilization and was condemned to life on a deserted island?

Katherine thought this habit was a waste of time that could be spent looking at the beauty of nature, admiring all the animals found in the oceans and on the islands. During his excursions she often went scuba-diving nude on the opposite side of the yacht from Mr. Rialto. The feel of the ocean sliding along her skin and seeping into her most intimate of places made her incredibly horny.

After these diving trips she invariably went to her suite and masturbated with her favorite vibrator. By the time he was ready to return to the yacht Katherine would be dressed once again in her "uniform" of blue shorts and a red T-shirt. It was a perk that he didn't believe in having her wear an actual Captain's uniform.

Reaching the top deck she stood for a moment and studied her boss. He was a very fit man with an incredible body. Mr. Rialto was rarely lacking in feminine company, when he so desired it. Raven black hair shaded a face tanned by the many cruises taken and framed his jade-green eyes. Katherine had heard that he was a shark in the boardroom, unmerciful in his business dealings and ruthless against any competition.

"Mr. Rialto, dinner is ready. I've made barbequed chicken, garlic and cheddar mashed potatoes and a salad," Katherine said as she approached the dumbwaiter to retrieve their meal.

"Thank you Captain. I'm sure it will be as delicious as usual. You are quite an accomplished cook," Mr. Rialto said while studying the skyline. "Did you remember the iced tea?," he inquired of her.

"Yes, sir. Just the way you like it with honey and lemon," she replied. Katherine set dinner on the table in front of Mr. Rialto, serving his dishes first. 

"I've been watching the radar and it looks as though we are in for a storm sometime tonight. Judging from the density of the clouds and the current wind patterns, it could possibly be a rough night," Katherine informed him.

Mr. Rialto looked over at her and acknowledged her statement saying, "I didn't think there would be any major storms in this area. You said the storm season ends in the spring?"

"Yes, sir. The official season ends, but rare storms still pass through when the conditions are right. There is no way of knowing when the conditions might change and build up a storm," Katherine replied while thinking, "Like it's MY fault that a storm is building??? What nerve! He might control his business, but Mother Nature bows to no one.

"Fine. Thank you for the advance warning," Mr. Rialto said.

After finishing dinner, Katherine was loading the dumbwaiter when Mr. Rialto finally spoke again,

"Tomorrow we are going to be near those islands, is that still correct Captain?" he snidely asked.

Biting her tongue and cursing her father for passing on his incredible temper, Katherine told him, "Yes, sir, that is correct. These islands are known for the variety and abundance of animal life ranging from boars to deer. One island in particular also has a freshwater stream, with trout, running through it. I was thinking of doing some fishing for dinner tomorrow. If that's all right with you?"

"That's fine. I was thinking of going ashore on one of them anyway. We'll just make it that island," Mr. Rialto informed her.

"I'll make the appropriate course corrections then, Mr. Rialto. Is there anything else you would like tonight?" Katherine asked, hiding her dismay that he would be going ashore with her. "There goes my time to enjoy nature," she thought.

"No, that will be all for tonight. Sleep well, Captain," Mr. Rialto replied, already having dismissed her and returned his attention to the skyline as though she were invisible.

"Man, the things that I put up with for this job! What an asshole!" Katherine fumed as she returned to the kitchen and cleaned up. After starting the dishwasher, she headed to the navigation room and plotted a new course that would take them straight by the island tomorrow. After inputting the coordinates and checking the radar again Katherine's day was finished and she retired to her suite.

Upon entering her suite of rooms Katherine felt the calming influence of the aromatic oils she used begin to dissipate her anger.

"At least Mr. Rialto let me decorate my suite of rooms without any oversight," Katherine thought. He had given her free reign and a generous budget which she used to personalize everything from the paint on the walls to the color of the carpeting. Katherine believed deeply in the power of color to change one's mood and had used a palette of yellows, blues, greens and reds in the various rooms.

Going into the bedroom, she quickly stripped and threw her clothes down the laundry chute to be washed in the morning. Her large breasts swayed as she headed back into the living room to fix a drink. Katherine was an outdoor person and her toned, lithe body showed the work she put it through. Her legs were long and muscled, leading up to a heart-shaped ass. Katherine had well-defined arms as well-due to her past as a rock-climbing teacher. She was proud of her body and never wore clothing in her suite, feeling it was too constrictive.

Walking to the bar Katherine decided to fix a strong margarita to drink while she listened to some music and relaxed from the day behind her. With drink in hand Katherine sat in her recliner and picked up "Heat Lightening", the latest book in a new series by John Sandford.

After reading a few chapters Katherine put the book aside and took the final drink of margarita. Her fingers glided to the pouch hanging from the magazine rack and withdrew her vibrator. Spreading her legs she laid the vibrator almost touching the entrance to her pussy. Softly sliding her hands up her torso, Katherine began lightly rubbing her nipples.

Teasing them to stiff perfection, a moan escaped her lips as she felt quivers running through her pussy. It seemed as though an arc of electricity ran from her nipples directly to the nerves of her pussy. Stimulating one caused the other to respond as well.

Glancing at her margarita glass she noticed some ice lingering in the bottom. With short bursts of breath in anticipation Katherine held the ice near enough to her nipples for the cold to cause them to visibly swell even further. Katherine watched as her hand moved the ice to her nipple. At the moment of contact between the two she gasped and involuntarily arched her back in a burst of immense pleasure. Barely able to focus through the haze of stimulated nerves she began to rub the ice in circles around her aureola, watching as the skin puckered.

Katherine sent her other hand softly skimming the taut skin of her stomach, downwards farther to her moist and waiting pussy. Her clit was standing out, straining for attention and she lightly grazed it with a finger. The result was immediate and acute-her breathing stopped as the feeling of need swamped her body and senses.

Feeling a gush of wetness lubricate her lips, Katherine moved her hand so that she could slide a finger between them. Her lips were engorged and hypersensitive, simply scraping them gently with her fingers was enough to cause a moan to bubble up. With her hips moving blindly, trying to reach the vibrator Katherine kept teasing herself. She simultaneously encircled her nipple with the fast-melting ice and rubbed her clit and lips. Katherine showed herself no more mercy than she would when torturing a sexual partner who wanted nothing more than to cum.

Katherine believed the saying, "It's not the destination, but the journey you should enjoy" pertained to more than simply vacations. It was a belief that she brought wholeheartedly to her sex life, whether alone like now, or having sex with a man. She was rather dominant sexually and employed the use of cock-rings to prevent a man from cumming until neither of them could take another tormenting second of the pleasure.

In her current state, Katherine knew that she wouldn't last much longer. The need to feel a cock inside her was too great, but still she wouldn't give in just yet. Her only response to the increase of need was to slide a drenched finger inside the opening of her yearning pussy while using her thumb to continue rubbing her erect clit. After a few minutes of this increased torture Katherine's breath was coming in gasps.

Picking up the vibrator, which was modeled after someone's cock and felt lifelike, she placed just the head inside her. This intrusive, yet incomplete, feeling set off a series of spasms throughout her entire body causing her breasts to jiggle and more moans to break loose. Katherine gripped the base of the vibrator tightly and, with one swift movement plunged it all the way into her dripping pussy.

At the feeling of being penetrated and filled so completely, Katherine was unable to breathe as her orgasm rocked through her body. The recliner shook, her back arched and wordless groans fled her mouth, filling the room with the unmistakable sounds of sexual fulfillment. The orgasm seemed to rip her body apart with its force and her eyes closed against the onslaught. With her hips moving unconsciously it seemed the spasms of her pussy as it clutched the intruder would never abate.

In time, though, Katherine's breathing returned to near normal and she was able to control the thrusting of her hips. Wringing every last possible moment of pleasure from her orgasm, Katherine finally came back down to earth--drifting slowly as if on a cloud. Reluctant to remove the vibrator just yet, she instead lit a cigarette, panting from the exertion she had just endured.

Eventually, Katherine could put it off for no longer and finally, slowly withdrew the vibrator from her still-quivering pussy. The trembling in her body subsided until she was able to think clearly. "Why am I always so horny? Most women I know can't stand having sex. To them it's a chore to put up with, that's all. Me? I'd probably rape a man if I didn't have sex at least once every day! Thank goodness for internet sites that sell vibrators and ship them worldwide!" Katherine thought with a smile. "Maybe I can talk Mr. Rialto into stopping for supplies the day after tomorrow. There are always plenty of men in port or in town who are willing to have sex with no strings!" At this thought Katherine laughed huskily, recalling her favorite port-of-call liaisons.

Getting up and turning the music off, Katherine headed to her bathroom. Emerging from the shower she toweled off and languidly smoothed her favorite lotion over her body. Getting into bed, naked and smelling lightly of sandalwood, Katherine determined to make the best of tomorrow.

"Mr. Rialto will likely just sit on the beach. I'll have a couple of hours to fish and explore the island a bit. It may not be the ideal day, but at least I can try to enjoy it," Katherine decided.

Curling up Katherine knew she would sleep soundly tonight.

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Chapter 2 will be posted soon.



Stranded Ch. 01



"This view is amazing." Ash called through the radio.

"Too true!" Sonya said back, sitting at the helicopter's controls. They were flying over an azure blue ocean, off the southern coast of India.

"What's this thing's top speed?" Asked Em.

"130 knots." Sonya replied. 

"What are we doing?" 

"100."

"Then let's pump it up!" Em leaned across to try force Sonya to speed up.

"Chill out Em." Ash said. "This speed's good."

"C'mon. Don't be a pussy. Let's rev it."

"Okay, okay." Sonya said. "I'm going."

The Bell 206 sped up, and the sea below became a blue blur, glittering with the sun light. 

"We should start back soon." Sonya said. "I didn't fill her with enough fuel to last much longer."

"Oh come on! We've hardly been out here for 5 minutes." Em complained.

"Its been half an hour, Em." Said Ash. "Besides, the rest of the film crew will get impatient."

The 3 girls were part of a team visiting India to search for famous wrecks, and film a documentary about them. Sonya, their pilot, had wanted to take out the chopper for a look around the intended sites, and Em and Ash offered to come along.

Sonya had deep black hair, and olive skin which she claimed came from her Mediterranean roots. Em and Ash were both of paler skin, but Em made up for it with bright red locks, and Ash with light brown curls.

"What's that over there?" Em asked, pointing at a dark shape poking out of the sea ahead of them.

"I'm not sure." Sonya replied.

"Maybe its a wreck. Let's check it out." Said Ash.

They pulled in closer, circling around and descending to get a better look. It was indeed a wreck, but exactly which one the trio couldn't be sure.

"What ship is it?" Em asked.

"Doesn't look too old. Maybe a tanker?" Sonya guessed. "Its not on our list of film sites."

"How come its still above water?" Ash asked.

"Its on a reef, look down there." Em said. "You can see part of it."

"Oh yeah." Said Sonya.

"Hold on while I get a picture." Ash said, pulling out the camera.

"Sonya? You there. What's taking so long?" A crackly voice asked over the radio.

"Don't worry John, we found a wreck on the reef. Ash is getting a photo. We'll be back in thirty minutes or so."

"Great. Send in the coordinates while you're there. We can check it out more thoroughly tomorrow."

"Will do." 

"Let's get moving." Sonya said, once she'd sent John the coordinates. She angled the helicopter back to shore. "Let's see how fast this thing can actually go."

"Yes!" Said Em. Ash laughed.

"You just want to get back to John, huh Sonya?" She blushed.

"No."

"Of course she does." Laughed Em. 

"So? Have you spoken to him?" Ash asked.

"Yeah, right now, on the radio."

"No, I mean TALK."

"Uh, I guess."

"That means no." Em added helpfully.

"I don't know what you mean." Sonya said defensively.

"You need help." Ash said. "When we get back, we're going to go see John.

"What? No! That's crazy. He probably doesn't like me."

"Have you asked him?"

"Uh, no."

"Then I will." Em announced. 

"Don't do that! You'll make it awkward."

"It'll get him thinking."

"Trust me Sonya," Ash said. "This is for the best."

"Are you sure? I mean--Shit!" She suddenly screamed, as a huge flock of seagulls appeared directly in front of the chopper. An instant later they collided, and the three women found themselves flying through a feathery storm of birds. The front windscreen cracked, and Sonya began to lose control of the Bell.

From somewhere behind them, they heard another bird catch in the tail rotor. 

"Shit! I can't control it!" Sonya shouted. The chopper began to spin, spiraling downwards. Closer and closer to the sea they fell, still being assaulted by the flock of seagulls. 

"Oooooh shiiiiiit!" They cried in unison. At the last moment, Sonya yanked blindly on the controls, desperate to regain control. It was too late though, and the tail rotor was already damaged. All her efforts earned them was the helicopter tilting to the side, and the blades of the rotor cutting the water first, jarring their very bones. In a final attempt to save them, Sonya cut the engine, and they finally hit the water.

"Open the doors, now!" Em shouted, leaping over one of the seats to shove open one of the rear exits. Ash did likewise, while Sonya tried to contact the rest of the team over the radio.

Water was already pooling at their feet.

"Nothing, I've got nothing." Said Sonya. "There's no reply."

"Start sending SOS signals to random frequencies." Em commanded. 

"Right."

"Do we have life jackets?" Ash asked.

"Damn it, we left them behind. It didn't seem necessary." For a moment Ash felt panic rising in her throat, but logic kicked in just in time.

"The seats! Maybe they'll float. Quick, pull them outside."

Together, Em and Ash began kicking at the seats, and Sonya continued calling for help.

"Sonya, there's no more time." Ash told her when the water was lapping at their knees. "Let's go." 

She nodded, and set down the transmitter. Together, each woman grabbed a ruined seat, and praying they would float, leapt into the ocean.

-Emily-

Her first instinct as she woke up was to panic. Recent events came racing back, and she remembered the crash, and jumping into the sea holding a broken chair. Holding tight, and watching the rotor sink below the waves. 

Staying above water had been difficult. The seats could flip over with the slightest nudge, and send one of them under. It had taken several icy dunks before Em had gotten the hang of it, but even then the other two had trouble. The next problem had been trying to stay together. At times Em would have sworn there were three currents all acting at once to pull the trio apart, and the fact that Sonya was terrified of water hadn't made anything easier.

It had been hard, too hard, and when they had been ripped apart for the umpteenth time, Em, to her shame had given up. She was cold and wet and oh so tired. After fighting for more than an hour, she had succumbed, and closed her eyes to rest.

It was the crash of an unusually large wave on top of her that woke her up, and as soon as she recovered for the shock, (and mild surprise at still being alive), it dawned on her that large waves only form close to shore. Another one hit her, this time knocking Em's seat from her grasp. She was a passable swimmer, but knew that unless she actually close to shore, she wouldn't last long.

Spinning around wildly, she finally saw it. A thin stripe of green above the rolling blue mass.

Suddenly elated, she began swimming with renewed energy, helped along by the waves, and already unable to wait until she could see all the members of the crew again.

-Sonya-

Sonya had often wondered what death would be like. Would she see flashbacks? Would she see her body below as her spirit floated away? 

What if nothing happened? What if she simply ceased to be? Sonya hoped that wasn't the case.

It had come as only a small surprise then, when she awoke and felt fine sand under her fingers. What better place to spend eternity in than on a serene beach? Sonya had always liked beaches. Not the actual sea, but beaches were nice.

Why did this feel so much like life then? Why was she still choking up water, bent double, and gasping Surely the afterlife should be peaceful?

The alternative was more worrying. If she was actually alive, it meant she had somehow washed up on a beach somewhere. Where was Ash and Em? The last she'd seen of them had been Em losing consciousness and herself falling under once again. When she had righted herself again at last, both had vanished.

Sonya looked around to take in her surroundings for the first time. It was a kind of tropical island. Even from here, she could see the curve in the beach, and knew this couldn't be the mainland. The sand gave way directly to a jungle, with deep green leaves leaning outwards, as if the plants were fighting to get to the sea.

The plants didn't look like any kind Sonya had seen before, though. Instead of tropical palms, there was a strange variant which featured wide, umbrella like leaves the size of beach towels. From each of the eight or so leaves, a long rope-like vine hung to about a foot off the ground.

All of the plants seemed to be exaggerated in some way. There were specimens with enormous leaves growing next to ones with thousands of tiny leaves. There was even a fern-like one with needles, like a pine.

"Where the hell am I?" Sonya said absently to herself.

-Ashleigh-

This island is fascinating, Ash thought to herself. She'd been ploughing through unfamiliar greenery for several minutes, feeling almost happy, despite the crash and her missing companions. She was happier here on land than in the air, especially over water. Land was solid. Land was certain. 

Already Ash had seen fifteen unfamiliar species of plant life, taking mental notes of everything. Her clothes were becoming ragged, and salt was crusting on them, but Ash didn't care. Once she'd explored a it more and found her bearings, she'd return to the beach and look for Sonya and Em. Then it would be a matter of survival until help arrived.

From what Ash had seen so far, surviving might not be terribly difficult. Many of the plants had fruit or nuts. She wasn't foolish enough to try any of them, but common sense told her at least some must be edible.

Above the other trees, Ash caught site of something that looked like a giant umbrella, and walked over to get a better look. It was similar to a palm tree, but bigger, and strangest of all were the vines hanging from the leaves. Now only a few feet from the trunk, Ash could see what looked like fruit growing close to the top, at the base of the leaves. They looked like pears, but were slightly bigger, and bright orange. If she was going to discover which fruit was edible, she may as well start collecting some.

With the vines hanging so low, leading right to the prize, Ash didn't think obtaining the fruit would be too difficult.

She had been a strong climber when she was young, and an athlete later on. Hopefully some of her fitness and strength were still with her.

It was. The vine she gripped was strong, and supported her easily as she climbed arm over arm up towards the fruit. About half way up, she began to tire, but noticed that she was close enough to the trunk to reach it with her feet, which made climbing positively simple, as she more or less walked up the trunk, supporting herself with the vine.

Before she knew it, the orange pears were before her, and she smelt them for the first time. The scent was rich and citrusy, and Ash actually paused, fifteen feet above the ground standing horizontally and hanging onto a vine, so she could smell the fruit. It soothed her, and she felt herself even becoming a bit drowsy. 

She decided she had spent enough time in the tree, so reached out to pick some of the pears. Hanging on with one hand, she pulled on a pear, and it popped off rather easily. Just as she was about to drop it to the floor though, Ash suddenly felt something grip her ankle. She jerked in surprise and panic, and lost her grip on the vine. She fell back, about to cartwheel through the air to the ground when something else grabbed her wrist, stopping her fall. The jerk made her drop the pear, which hit her on the face as it fell, and smeared some juice across her cheek.

Ash's breathing was coming very quickly now, as she hung in limbo high above the ground. She looked frantically for whatever was holding her, and gasped when she saw one of the vines. 

Another was around her ankle still, its iron grip the only thing between her and several broken limbs, which on a strange island all alone is synonymous with certain death.

"What the fu-" she was about to say when suddenly, in a flurry of movement, all of the other vines came to life. Two grabbed her free limbs, and together the four spread eagled her in the air, facing the sky. Another two came up below her, and she though they were going to help support her until they began fumbling at her clothing. She drew in a sharp breath, wondering what this strange plant was doing, or going to do. Unbidden, she remembered studying a Venus fly trap back in school. If this palm was anything like it, she was about to be eaten. Ash wondered whether fly traps tried to undress the flies before devouring them. She almost laughed,were it not that she was possibly about to die.

Is this what we do before we die? She thought. Come up with inappropriate jokes?

The vines seemed to have realised that her clothes' buttons were at the front, and two vines at the top promptly tore them all off as it pulled her shirt apart. The vines holding her wrists then somehow managed to slide it off her arms without dropping her.

Her pants proved more difficult. The jeans fit snugly, making the button and zip difficult to manipulate. Ash was shocked however when a hole at the tip of one vine suddenly opened, and a dozen small vines appeared out of it. They looked a little like the tentacles on a sea anemone. Ash noted this, despite the fact that she doubted she'd ever tell anyone about it.

The small vines were more agile than the think ones, and they undid her jeans relatively easily, and those were removed too. Ash found herself wishing they'd been as thoughtful with her shirt, rather than ripping all the buttons off.

My goodness, she thought. You're about to die and you're worrying about a shirt. 

Its strange how being stripped down to ones underwear by a the vines of a tree can give one a different perspective on life. Only now did a nagging idea poke its way into her brain. 

Ash knew only one thing for which it was necessary to strip a woman of her clothes.

"Oh shit. No, no no no no." She whimpered, and began struggling against the vines. It was to no avail, and before she could say, "Plants aren't meant to do this", her bra had been ripped off as well, exposing heaving breasts. As the small tentacles of one of the vines pulled at her panties, one of them brushed against her sex, and despite herself, a shiver went down Ash's spine. 

Now that her clothes were gone, the vines became more tender and gentle, and tentacles sprouted from the ends of several more vines. Another vine reached up, and began picking its own fruit. Suddenly it was squeezing the fragrant juice onto her, and even rubbing the soft flesh of the pears all over her. The overpowering scent was beginning to make Ash dizzy. More worrying though, was the wetness beginning to spread between her legs. Ash didn't think it was fruit juice, but she was sure it was the cause.

The juice was making her skin tingle as well, especially her more sensitive areas. Once again, her body was betraying her, and she felt her nipples stiffen. Even her lips, coated in the damn stuff, felt almost electrified. 

The taste of the juice was sweet, as expected, but there was something more. Something Ash couldn't put her finger on. It tasted good though. So good, that once she'd licked her lips dry, she looked around for more. Right on cue a vine squeezed a fruit above her mouth, and she drank again.

They were becoming braver now. Two sets of tentacles attached themselves to her nipples, swirling and massaging. She even felt a sucking sensation, and realised there was even more to the vines than she had thought.

The suckling vines, coupled with the little tentacles coupled with the fruit juice's effect was really starting to make Ash huff and puff. She arched her back, trying to push her breasts closer to the vines.

What are you doing? Ash thought. This thing is raping you!

Her mind was wiped blank all of a sudden though when one of the vines began exploring her pussy.

The small tentacles were probing gently, flicking at her clit, and lightly pulling at her folds. Ash couldn't think straight. She was now gasping uncontrollably, even bucking her hips. Another vine had now found her ass, and was probing that even more gently than her pussy. Last came the vine which held the pear. Squeezing the last of the juice into her waiting mouth, it dropped the dry pear, and slid itself into her mouth. She hadn't been expecting it, and it was firmly inside before she could even think of shutting her mouth. She tried to bite it, but the vine didn't even seem to notice. Besides, it tasted of fruit juice.

It began to slide in and out of her mouth, closer and closer to the back of her throat. Down below, her awaiting pussy finally received a full vine, which pushed itself in slowly, while the tentacles tickled her inside, driving her crazy. The vine at her ass was tired of waiting as well, and it too pushed itself inside. Ash had never tried anal. The sensation was uncomfortable, but also pleasant, as more tentacles rubbed her insides.

The vines began pushing harder, and the one in her ass managed to slide 7 inches into her, and the one in her pussy got even more. They drew out, and as one pushed back into her. Again. They sped up, almost overwhelming Ash with the feelings of pleasure as all her holes were filled. The vines were secreting something as well now, and from the one in her throat, Ash could taste more juice.

The pleasure rose another octave, and Ash found herself groaning into the vine lodged in her mouth.

Without warning she was flipped over, her ass, pussy and mouth still filled, so that she could now see the ground. Pulling her legs inwards, the vines lined her up so her chin was inches away from her knees, and her ass was exposed behind, giving the two lower vines unrestricted access.

Again their pace increased, and squelching sounds started emanating from her pussy. Deep inside, the little tentacles were going wild, rubbing and stroking and heightening her pleasure tenfold. To Ash, whose sexual encounters had been mediocre at best, leading to her focus on work, it was beyond description. Her tits were still be sucked on, and she was being pumped into by three large vines with tentacles inside seeing to anything they should miss. Her whole body shuddered at the feelings, and the excitement of being so high up, supported by the things which were simultaneously fucking her.

Deep inside, she felt it building. Like a tsunami, it rose and rose, and the vines intensity increased until she was literally screaming into the vine in her mouth. All thoughts stopped, and she became and animal, writhing in absolute ecstasy, on the edge of bliss. When the orgasm finally hit her, Ash almost exploded. Her pussy walls were spasming, along with the ones in her ass. Her nipples, already incredibly sensitive, were being sucked on with such force that Ash could hardly breathe. Her arms and legs were flailing, kept in check only by the vines.inside her pussy, ass and throat, the tentacles were going as crazy as she was.

For a full minute, Ash reeled in the throes of her orgasm, mindless and panting. When at last she came down, her cheeks were flushed, and sweat covered her. Deep in her pussy, she felt the vine begin to suck, drinking in the her fluids. After an orgasm like that, it took a while.

At last it laid her down on the ground, onto a soft patch of moss in the shade of the strange palm. Ash was already asleep.

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~The Scrawler~ 



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Enjoy.

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Waking up to the sun beating down on my face was not the best way to wake up. Opening my eyes and sitting up I realized I was no longer on the cruise ship, but I was not only on a blow up raft in the middle of the Caribbean but the piercing brown eyes of my ex-boyfriend Lio greeted me.

"How nice of you to grace me with your presence mija." Lio said while giving me a cold look. While paddling the boat towards an island in the distance.

"What the fuck are you doing here" I asked angrily. "You don't remember Eva, the ship got damaged the ship sank we were able to get away but you hit your head while getting in. I could have thrown you off but unlike you I am not a heartless bitch.

"Me a heartless bitch you're the one who is too fucking dumb to listen to reason," I said while looking past him to see how close we were getting to the island and how blue the water was.

"Just because you are finishing medical school doesn't mean you're the smartest person in the world some of us have to work for what we want instead of having mommy and daddy supporting us," Lio said harshly.

"Why did I ever date your crazy ass, fuck this shit I rather swim than have to be on this bloodclat boat with you!" I yelled.

Covering my mouth in shock from the words that just came out of my mouth I sat down and moved as far away from Lio as I could get. I watched on as his jaw was twitching which was always a telltale sign of when he was extremely pissed off.

None of this fazed me; he always brought out the worst in me and the best. He was my first and last boyfriend sure I have dated but no one ever seemed good enough or felt right. There was no sparks or chemistry just a bunch of thirsty guys who wanted to have sex or bore me to death.

No excitement that's how my life has become the only fun I could get is reading books on literotica and watching Special P while using my trusty vibrator.

One of the reasons why I was on this god forsaken trip. Thanks to my BEST FRIENDS Jason, Nicole and Ana forcibly putting me on the cruise ship and leaving me there. 

Flashback

I hid under my bed from my psychotic friend Ana "Eva you are going on that trip Nicole and I already purchased your ticket, went shopping for you, bought you the cool new long life double A batteries good for a year or two and I Am almost done packing your bag. Now you can either come out the bed the easy way or I call up jay and we do this the hard way.

Getting of this boat was a struggle of its own thanks to Lio not helping me to get off this fucking boat, my heavy ass luggage ;three huge bags filled with all of the stuff Nicole and Ana have bought me ,my purse and my baggy sweats and huge tee-shirt dragging me down. 

Dropping them on the hot sand I stalked over to where Lio was climbing up a coconut tree looking up at his hot form with muscles flexing in his tight white undershirt, did very naughty things to Double Agent Coochie that whore did a happy dance in my head wearing her pink stripper heels on a pole.

Feeling angry at my traitorous body and thoughts I yelled up "Thanks for the help Dick Wad."

"Don't push me little girl you're getting away with so much at the moment your threading on thin ice, I am trying to get some type of nourishment for us." He said glaring down on me with a serious glare.

"I know it's not me you are talking to like that you Mitch and little girl last time I checked your only three years older than me." I said glaring up at him he knew I hated when he called me that. 

Stalking off I grabbed my bags and went in search for food but, through the bush I spotted a huge three story wooden house it was beautiful; throughout each floor there was a wraparound porch it was beautiful. There was a garden in front and I could hear the faint sounds of a waterfall in the back.

"Lio." I screamed. "Are you okay mija what's wrong?" He asked looking at me with concern and, 

I swore I found love in his eyes. Look I said pointing up to the beautiful house. "Idios mio." he said looking dumbfounded.

"Should we go in?" I asked. Looking up at his tall frame he was about 6'4 and I was 5'10 so it was still a good amount height between us "Yes, yes we should, wait here I am going to get my bags and come back." he said .

Lio came back carrying two huge bags lifting them like they were nothing getting my bags I rolled them to the house which was no easy task since the wheels were rolling on the ruff and bushy forest floor.

Walking into the house it looked homey it wasn't as extravagant as my own home but it had potential there was a huge living room with a homemade table in between two couches made of wood and cushions made out of cloth and cotton.

Beyond the living room there was a staircase and to the side of that there was the kitchen well what seemed like a kitchen. There was a sink a large fire place, a marble countertop and what looked like one of those brick ovens you would see in a pizza shop.

Opening the counter tops I saw clay and wooden plates and bowls of different shapes and sizes.

Curiously I turn the knob on the sink and crystal clear water came through. Looking out through the window I saw the most beautiful sight a beautiful blue lagoon with a water fall. The water was a beautiful shade of blue reminding me of the water from the island I was raised in.

After checking out everything upstairs I made my way up the stairs carefully reaching the top of the stairs I saw Lio waiting for me. There's a Lagoon outside so the water form there is connected to the house by some pipes he said yeah 

"I figured it out for myself downstairs." I said Looking around I saw that at the end of the hall there was a make shift bathroom it only had in a tub which was strange to see on an island a sink and a sink with what looked like a toilet.

There were two bedrooms and they were both connected to the bathroom which made me quite glad 

I picked the bedroom with a dressing table with a mirror and vintage looking perfume and brushes putting my bags down I saw the beautiful four poster bed with a mesh canopy. Lying on the bed which surprisingly smelt good di laid back thinking of my horrible day, first I find out in a survivor of a shipwreck then I find out i am stuck with my ex-boyfriend on a stranded island and has officially a pain in my ass. 

Looking in the drawers I found a beautiful white Victorian wedding dress it was made of the most delicate silk and had intricate patterns made in lace. In the inside there was a built in corset and the part that was the corset could be removed for later use which made me chuckle. Seeing as that there was a freak back in the day too.

Quickly closing the drawer I went downstairs to the kitchen to be greeted with Lio sitting back on the couch and a huge amount of mangoes bananas and coconuts on the table picking up some mangoes and 

I washed them in the sink and started eating them greedily happy for the much needed nourishment.

"You can't even say thank you Lio." said while glaring. "Don't think I forgot your behavior in the boat and on the beach." He said while scolding me as if I was a child. 

That shit just could not fly with me my blood started to boil. "A who the bloodclat you think you are talking to you halfa mad it sure as hell can't be me, me look like a little gual to you. 

You know what. Fuck this and fuck you." I yelled at him and tried to storm past him.

"Strike three." Was all he said before I was lifted over his shoulder and he dragged me to the love seat where he put me downs and sat down making me fall over his knee. " Please tell me you're not going to do what I think you're going to do" I said in panic. 

Flaying about until he held me still and pulled down my baggy sweats to reveal my blue g string blushing from embarrassment at this entire situation and slightly thankful I decided to forgo granny panties.

"Naughty mija now who were you wearing these for." He asked choosing not to answer his question. Made him spank my ass hard. "My dam self." I yelled "Just for that" he said "that will be four more spanks on top of you twenty."

Lio's right hand moved up and back onto her skin with a resounding thwack, his hand cupped to create a louder sound. Then a constant attack on both cheeks. I let out a sharp intake of breath when he reached 10 trying to stifle a moan.

During this I noticed my pussy was drenched and prayed that he wouldn't smell it or see it start to drench my thighs when he reached the last one I swore I was going to cum. 

Staying quiet when he was finished I looked up I saw his eyes were filled with lust. Which mirrored the own in my eyes. "Are you going to be a good girl now" he asked with a smirk on his face like he knew how affected I was by what he had just done.

If I was a bit lighter he would be able to see the blush raging on my face "Yes" I squeaked trying to hide how husky and breathy my voice got. When he released me I quickly pulled up my pants and ran up the stairs hoping he didn't see the wet patch that soaked my panty.

Running to my room I closed the door since it was getting quite dark I looked in my bags to see what I had to wear and if I had any lighters looking in my purse I found my SpongeBob lighter and my bigger superman lighter.

Going to the walls with the lanterns I lit each one. Looking at my luggage I opened my luggage I gasped in shock I saw a lot of sheer and lace in my bag this huge bag was filled with lingerie and skimpy bikinis, corsets thight highs and garter belts. On top of it was a note in Nicole's handwriting 

Have fun sweetie relax and have fun in the Dominican republuic.you deserve to be happy and Lio may or may not be going on the cruise we set it up with Ryan and Sheen.

P.S .Your Vibrator is in the top compartment next to your battery powered charger and 10 longlife batteries.

Love Jason, Nicole and Anna 

Those little cunts, looking in the other bag I found some sexy but not slutty dresses, shorts, crop tops sweater dresses. linen shorts and finally there was a bag of toiletries towels and bath salts picking out the most conservative lingerie I mean sleep sets I chose the white baby doll with the matching silk robe to wear in the morning the baby doll was sheer along with the matching thong laying it out on the bed I also laid out my iPod and vibrator stripping out of the clothes I put them in a large basket that I would use as a hamper.

Putting up my long natural hair into a messy bun I put on a towel grabbed my little bag and went to the bathroom turning on the water to fill in the tub I ran to the adjoining door and turned the lock/ since the tub was close to filling up I poured in my favorite Victoria secret bubble bath and my favorite tropical smelling bath salts.

Sinking into the bath I washed away all of the troubles of my day and tried to clear my mind but I kept thinking back to the way Lio spanked me and how hot it made me feel. Feeling my nipples harden and my clit throb I started to rub my clit thinking of the punishment I received by Lio's big strong hands making me submit to him.

Thinking to my toy waiting on me on my bed I rushed out of the tub and took out the blocker.

Going into my room I lotion my skin and changed. Looking into the mirror I admired my body and how sexy I looked and felt wearing this beautiful lingerie which complimented y caramel brown skin.

I combed out my long waist length hair and put some leave in conditioner knowing the island air would ruin it by frizzing but while turning around I noticed Lio's red handprints on both of my caramel brown but cheeks.

Finishing my hair I blew off the lights, opened the canopy of my queen sized bed and lay inside.

I opened my iPod and played my marathon playlist which was basically the songs I blast while cumming it included sex on fire by kings of leon, Principles of lust by enigma, Pour it up by Rhianna and partition by Beyoncé and many others. I picked up my vibrator and started thinking about the way Lio's hands dominated me.

I started gently playing with my nipples then eventually progressed to pinching them hard thinking of Lio's hands on me. Causing me to moan. 

I turned Mr.oli on then trailed it against my hard nipples causing another even louder moan. 

Pushing my panties to the side and spreading my legs wide I started to circle my vibrator across my clit imagining it was Lio's tongue eating me out turning it up I scraped it across my soaking, hot slit turning it up higher I moaned out Lio's name playing out my fantasy in my head.

After Lio spanked me instead of letting me walk away he grabbed me from behind and led me to the kitchen table pushing me down on the island he pushed my panties to the side and started eating me out while spanking my ass causing me to cream all over his face then when I was close to coming he started licking from my ass hole to my clit then sucking on my clit when he reached to the top repeating over and over.

This fantasy was so hot that it caused me to squirt cumming so hard screaming out Lio's name. I came so hard I passed out falling into a deep sleep. 

I woke up to hands trailing over my exposed ass. Quickly waking up I saw that it was morning and Lio was staring down at me with a look of pure lust. If you wanted me so bad kitten you could have just said so kitten instead of touching what's mine with that vibrator he said while twirling it around in his hands.

That is my job little girl you forgot what I told you baby, You Will Always Be mine.

*****

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Stranded Ch. 02



(Patti)

Knowing that someone would be at the door in a minute I managed to stagger off the bed and start grabbing clothes. I snatched a pair of panties off the floor. trying to ignore the wet spot that settled against me as I put them on. Fortunately I had other clothes scattered about the room since I had been sorting some older ones that I intended to take to the church tomorrow. I pulled a top over my head and then all but hopped into a pair of shorts as I closed the bedroom door behind me and rushed on wobbly legs for the back door as I heard the doorbell ring.

Glancing out thru a window I saw that the visitor was a friend named Jayne. At least this meant she probably would not wander through the house until hopefully Dot got dressed. I certainly did not want to explain exactly why I had a naked woman in my spare bedroom. I did manage to put a smile on my face as I opened the door and waved her in.

"Hi Patti," she announced brightly. "Its that time of year again."

For a moment my mind went absolutely blank. Than I realized her arms were full of the brightly colored boxes that meant it was Girl Scout cookie time. She followed me in and spilled the cookies in her arms across the kitchen table. I pulled the pitcher of tea from the refrigerator and poured three glasses. 

"How's your out-of-state visitor Patti?" Jayne inquired as she sipped her tea. "Did she like it?"

For one brief moment I thought somehow she knew exactly what was going on with Dorothy and I. Then I realized Jayne simply was talking about the truck.

"Just fine," I answered, having swallowed the urge to look down where I had thought she was talking about. "She's changing clothes. Let me go check on her."

I walked down the hall and stuck my head in through the barely open door. Dot had on a pair of panties and was rummaging through her bag. "Good, better get dressed," I whispered. "I have a friend visiting and she might not understand your cute butt being naked." As I turned and started back towards the kitchen I paused with my mouth wide open as I realized exactly what I had said. From the giggle inside the bedroom I knew it had hit Dot too. The mental picture of her dressing had also let me know exactly why I had kept plucking at my panties as though they were too tight. She was wearing mine, which of course meant I had hers on.

I sat down across from Jayne and commenced the usual small talk about all the topics usually associated with small town life. Normally I enjoyed these conversations immensely. Today, however, all I could think about was Dorothy. I still could not understand how this incredible attraction had sprung full grown in a single meeting but it had and I wanted to take advantage of every fleeting moment.

As these thought ran through my mind Dorothy appeared in the kitchen dressed in a loose top and a denim skirt. I introduced her to Jayne as my new friend who would probably be going on with her trip shortly. As Dot sat next to me a took her hand under the table and squeezed it. "Jayne will be leaving shortly, I hope," I whispered to her.

(Dorothy)

Chatting like old friends, I told Jayne and Patti that I was just traveling to escape a bad romance, and decided to see a part of the country I had never been through. I had just pointed my car south and east and headed for the water. Patti squeezed my thigh as I mentioned the romance to tell me not to go into details. Putting my hand over hers, I acknowledged her plea. I settled into a long chat with Jayne and Patti. Jayne seemed to know all about my car problems, the marvel of a small town.

I was telling Jayne of my own girl scout adventures, or rather misadventures when I was startled to feel Patti running her foot up and down my leg. Determined to appear every bit the inquisitive woman I am, I asked Jayne about her children.

She showed me pictures of her two brunette girls, Margaret and Nadine. Both were as pretty as their mother. All the while Patti was running her bare toes up and down my calf. Having a bit of the pixy in my soul, I kept Jayne talking until she finished her tall glass of tea and looked quickly at the clock in the kitchen.

“6 o’clock! I have eleventyhundred things to do! Thank you Patti, as always. Nice to have met you, Dot. I hope you enjoy your stay in our town.”

I said I had already had a surprisingly friendly greeting, and looked directly into Patti’s sparkling eyes.

(Patti)

As I went to my purse and gave her the money for the cookies Jayne suddenly reached in her purse and pulled out Dot's rainbow emblem. "Laura gave me this when I stopped by there and said you might want this since you were leaving soon. She seemed to think it was important. Pretty thing, I haven't seen one like it here." I walked Jayne to the door and closed it behind her. I turned, put my back on it and looked Dorothy right in the eyes

"Dot," I began to speak.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh," she answered me, holding out her hand. I took it and followed her to the bedroom. We stood motionless for long minute, staring in each others eyes before she continued. "No need to tell me Patti. I will be long gone by the time your husband gets home. I have no intention of causing you any trouble. I see the pictures of your children and the two of you and this warm home you have here. This is so wonderful but it is just this afternoon. So lets not waste it."

(Dorothy)

Holding her in my arms, I felt her tremble slightly. She offered her lips and passionately kissed me. Patti hungrily pushed her tongue into my mouth. Tasting each other’s saliva, my head was reeling at the unexpected familiarity at her touch. Not that of another woman starved for love of a special kind, but that of a long lost lover, as though we had known each other for years and had been destined to have this special time together. She removed my top and my skirt. As her hands touched my panties, she smiled and laughed softly, that wonderful Southern accent pleasant. Slipping them down, she knelt and once again gave a quick kiss to my mons. This time I did not protest, or try to stop her.  Lying her back on the now rumpled bed, I knelt at her side and kissed her gently. Feeling the warmth of her soft skin, my hand wandered to her rounded belly. She let out a small whimper and lifted her hips. Patti surprised me by locking her ankle to my knee and rolling me effortlessly onto my back, I touched the top of her head as she kissed my still moist slit. My eyes closed as she hungrily devoured my puffy and sparsely furred furrow. She flattened her tongue and lapped me, making me cry out so I bit my lower lip to stifle the gasps and moans of pleasure. I rolled my hips, pushing up to her humming lips, my hands guiding her to those special places I needed touched, the hidden spots only a lover need know. Patti was my lover, though I knew it was only for this afternoon, this brief slice of eternity.  I felt her hands on my asscheeks, lifting me effortlessly to her, drawing my clit between her lips, I clutched her hair, not simply stroking, but urgently begging for my release. She nibbled and sucked my engorged pearl. I tensed and wave after wave of blinding light overtook me. Flowing nectar escaped my body, flooding her mouth, her throat rippling as she swallowed my essence.  Recovering my breath slowly, I reached down to draw Patti to me, lifting her top to free her firm breasts. Her shorts and my panties somehow fell from her, as I finally realized the meaning of the chuckle when she removed my skirt. She lay back on the bed and I knelt to kiss her wet lips, tasting myself as I have never tasted that honey thick juice before. I licked to her neck, pausing over the pulse there. I gathered a small tuft of her translucent skin and mindlessly sucked it, biting until I heard a gasp of protest. Settling back on my heels, I looked into those compelling eyes, and whispered, “Patti, no marks, no evidence of our time together.” Leaning forward I kissed the swell of her breasts, making a figure eight with my tongue round both, licking the valley and the warm underside. My cheek was touching each nipple as I passed over and under her breasts. Capturing first her right then left nipple I sucked and pulled each, tongueing the very ends and took as much breast as I could into my greedy mouth.

Shifting, I nestled between her slim legs, lying full length against her. Holding her wrists with my hands, I parted her legs with my knee. Settling down to touch just her nipples with my own diamond hard nips, she shivered. As I rolled my hips to kiss her wet slit with my slippery mound, I felt our clits kiss, then she lifted her knees to feel my clit enter her silky inner folds.

I whispered, “Enjoy, be mine for now, for how long as it lasts.” I slid up to touch my whole body to her. When I returned to our mounds brushing, I gyrated my hips and felt her opening more, accepting my clit into her sweet folds. I began a rocking motion, long suppressed, the memories I had sought to escape totally gone as I gave myself to Patti, fucking her, girlfucking her as I had only fucked one other, totally, unselfishly. She fucked back, wrapping her legs around my hips and pulling me tightly to the juncture of our slapping pussies. My clit buried itself between her lips, throbbing as I touched her clit with each upward thrust.

(Patti)

Never had I had sensations like these. I felt as though every inch of Dot was caressing me. She spread her arms and supported herself over me, her breasts wobbling over mine, just the nipples coming into contact. She moved her body a fraction lower and began to thrust her hips forward, her wide open slit kissing my own at each contact. Her clit was so hard and erect it touched my folds and my own clit at each pass.

My hips began to respond to her. At each thrust down they pushed back up. I had never thought of being fucked by another woman. Her clit was like a line of fire where it rubbed me. Faster and faster her hips moved, pounding herself against me. At each push slapping noises arose from the force of our pussies kissing. Overcome with passion I didn't recognize the voice screaming at first as my own.

"Oh God Dot!" I was screaming, not even knowing what I was saying. "Fuck me. Girlfuck me. Make me cum. Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee..."

I wrapped Dot up with my legs. I pulled her tightly to me as she threw back her head and cried wordlessly as both of us came. We held each other as we shuddered and shook to the force of our orgasms, drenching each other. 

I collapsed completely against Dot, my energy spent. I murmured endearments to her, so much softer than the cries of passion I had been making moments ago. Then I froze, for a shadow had fallen across us from the doorway. In one blinding flash of panic I realized what had happened and rolled over even as I heard the voice speak.

"You must be Dorothy," my husband said. "I brought the rest of your luggage."

   (to be continued) 



Stranded Ch. 02



She made an ugly face, "Yes."

I stoked the fire and put water on to boil. After our visit to the 'outside room', I returned her back to the cot and she mixed pancakes. Both of us were famished. I figured the colder weather had something to do with our increased appetite. 

The drizzle had stopped, the sun shown through the trees, the temperature had dropped and ice formed near the banks of the stream. We could be in trouble should snow start falling. After we ate, I took the clothes to the stream, washing them, returning to the cabin and let them freeze dry.

The water was boiling so we soaked her feet. I examined both feet and thought they looked better, the infection was reduced. Perhaps the worst part had been hurdled. I spent a few minutes examining her legs, the bruises didn't look as nasty.

She watched me as I looked at her legs. "Do you like them?"

"They are looking better. I believe you're on the mend."

I finished her feet and she worked with my shoulder, notwithstanding the pain, it seemed more mobile. We were shaking from the cold again so I banked the fire. There was plenty of wood but I knew it wouldn't last forever. If winter descended upon us, as I expected it would, we wanted the wood to last. 

Throughout the following week we desperately tried to stay warm. The climate was damp, cold, and windy; one blanket certainly wasn't enough. Each night, we shivered and cuddled. 

"I'm so cold. Can't we make the fire bigger?" she asked.

"I want the wood to last through the winter." 

"I can't stay here all winter." she wailed. "I should be getting back."

"Is someone waiting for you? Would they come looking?"

Her silence told me volumes. "Not the school. I teach second graders. They'll wonder why I don't return after the conference, and then find a substitute."

"You have any family who is waiting for your return?"

"No. My mom could care less about me. She has a new boyfriend every month and I was always in the way. I think she was happy when I got the teaching job and left her. I've never seen my dad and I have no one else."

"If they find your car, won't they come looking for you?" I asked.

"Huh, not likely. It was scrap when I got it. If someone finds it they'll think it's been abandoned. Besides I must have walked miles and I got lost. What about you?"

"Nope. No luck there. I'm new with the company but the turnover rate is high. They'll think I just took off. My car is at the bottom of the cliff and not likely to be seen. No family to speak of. I do have a roommate, but he is always drunk so he'll not miss me till the rent comes due."

"I'm so cold." 

How'd the man live with so few supplies? Either he had other storage or he moved to another location. We'd found the food store. Maybe there was another.

"Where are you going?" Kitty asked as I got off the cot. I covered her back up.

"I've an idea." I started by moving things from one side of the room to the other. Under a pile of firewood, I found it, another trap door. It was quickly opened and I descended the short stairs. 

"Peter, what's down there?"

"Just a minute."

I found a flashlight and turning it on revealed the answer to our question. There were two racks of clothes, coats, and outdoor gear. A shelf held several blankets, towels, a large tin box, several pair of socks plus three rolls of plastic and stacks of duct tape. Under the bench were some gear, hammer, saw, and digging tools. Then I spied the chain saw. 

I grabbed a wool shirt, pair of trousers, a pull over sweater and a heavy coat. Using my one arm, I managed to lug them upstairs. Kitty's eyes opened wide.

"Now you got some warm clothes. Let's get them on you."

She rolled the legs up and slowly slid one foot through, and then she did the other. I grabbed a section of twine to use for a belt. The pants were large but they'd help keep her warm. I handed her the shirt, then sweater which she pulled over her head. The coat was last. 

I stepped back. "My, you've changed. Now you look like a logger."

I went back down and brought up several blankets and clothes for me. Kitty helped me get into my clothes. The socks were wonderful. The problem was Kitty could not wear anything on her feet. Next I lifted her off the cot and placed her on the floor. I took three blankets, doubled them each to use as a mattress on the cot. The other four would use as covers. I placed her back on the cot and covered her up.

"You warm yet?"

"Getting there" she said. Then she asked a question. "Peter, am I pretty?"

"Why do you have to ask?"

She was silent, looking at the floor, then raised her eyes. "I look ugly."

I shook my head. "No you're not."

"Yes, I am. Look at my feet. You saw the bruises and I'll have scars from his beatings. I can't be beautiful any more."

"What makes a woman beautiful?"

"Well, pretty legs, these (as she bounced her breasts), the face, shoulders and hair."

"Kitty, think about some of the teachers at the school. I bet some of the women are heavy. Are they pretty? What about grandmothers?"

"Nope. Guys don't look at them."

"Kitty, what I ... "

She scooted around on the cot and I sat on the stool facing her.

"You want a man to like you and you believe if you're not pretty they won't notice you. I am guessing you don't have a boyfriend. You've had a few but most last for a few months. Mainly they try to get you into bed; and if they do, they've made their conquest and are soon gone. But the cycle repeats and once they've gotten you in the sack, they leave."

"I never told you that."

"Your actions talk."

"You don't think much of me?" she hung her head.

"Kitty?" I reached out and lifted her chin. "I told you the other day, I like you. Just be yourself."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Her smile was worth it. "You want me to be Kathy?"

"I want you to be YOU, nothing else."

She looked at me, then down to her hands. "Are you getting warm now?" I interjected.

She wrapped her arms around herself and nodded 'yes'.

"Let's take care or your feet, then."

I put the water on the stove, and stoked the fire. While waiting for it to boil, I fetched the plastic and duct tape. Kathy helped cut it into sheets while I covered the cracks in the walls. Beauty wasn't our intent; we wanted to keep the cold out.

By now the water was hot. Examining them closely I was encouraged for the first time, I saw areas of pink skin. With both feet soaking, my fingers worked the muscles in her calves and massaged her ankles. She dried with a towel. 

She worked on my shoulder; though the pain remained intense, additional mobility was noticed.

"I think we're on the mend" I remarked.

"Yes" was the short reply. She was strangely quiet.

"Are you okay?

"Can you call me Kathy?" she whispered.

"Sure, Kathy. No problem." 

I figured it best to drop the subject and to tackle the day's needs. I applied more tape to the walls for a tighter seal. Like I'd said earlier, it wasn't pretty but it was functional. The rest of the day was taken up with routine. Our biggest improvements were the warm clothes and warmer cabin. Kathy was no longer shivering; that evening we slept very well. Before dropping off to sleep I asked "Tired of these 4 walls? Would you like a walk in the woods and see what's out there?"

She moved her head, looking me in the face. She watched my eyes, "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yep, I am"

"I can't walk, you know?"

"I know. Just thinking of rigging up a sling to carry you."

"Think you can carry me with your shoulder?" She was excited.

"Let's check into it in the morning. Right now get some sleep."

She was too excited to sleep, which kept me awake. Every time I moved or opened my eyes, she was looking at me.

"Are you going to sleep?" I asked.

She shook her head 'no'.

"You're too excited?"

This time she shook her head 'yes' and had a grin.

Daybreak was still an hour away, "Come on, lets get up."

She fixed breakfast while I went in search of a few tools. The sling from the gun would provide the basic support with a few modifications. After we'd used the outhouse and eaten, she sat on the end of the cot. We dressed warmly and I wrapped her feet in a blanket and tied with twine. 

Taking the sling I opened it completely, and placed it over my shoulder. I picked her up and sat her in my lap. She used her hands to run the sling under her bottom and around my good shoulder. We had to work at it, to get the clasp on the sling to snap; then we headed out the door. The sun was above the horizon.

For several minutes we juggled and scooted around until we were fairly comfortable. This did put her face right next to mine. "We are going to be a close couple for the day, aren't we?" I asked.

Her hands were free and she placed them on my cheeks, leaned over, and kissed me. "Yeah, but I kinda like it," a grin spreading across her face.

We walked down the path and followed the stream. The sun was shinning as it came through the trees, but the air was nippy and we could see our breath in the early morning light. I walked a ways in the quiet until I moved off the path and my feet were kicking up some fallen leaves. A branch crunched under my boots and a rabbit jumped up. We spied a squirrel in the trees ahead, and the birds were chirping.

"I have never been in the woods like this." She said. The first time was coming to the cabin and it was dark then. But this is really nice, it's beautiful."

"Are you cold?"

"Just my ears and nose."

I kissed the nose and she looked me in the eyes. I walked for a while, and we chatted. 

I figured I'd walked a couple miles and that was when I tripped. I sought to regain my balance; it felt as if Kathy was slipping. Instinctively I moved my left arm to catch her and a stabbing pain shot through my shoulder. I then lost my stability, tumbling against a tree. A loud pop came from my shoulder and I screamed. The pain was horrible. 

As a youngster, a friend taught me, if I were going to fall, it's best to release your knees and dropped straight down. Instinctively I did, but not wanting to drop Kathy. I ended up squatting, my right hand on the ground for balance, Kathy in my lap and the sling still holding. Shifting my weight a bit, I maintained my stance. My eyes were grimaced in pain and when I opened them, she was staring at me, fear in her eyes; not for herself, but concern for me. 

"Peter, are you okay?"

"Don't know."

Slowly I took stock. My arm hung by my side and the pain had ceased, only a dull hurt. Gently I flexed my elbow and brought my hand up under her. My shoulder ached, but no pain. Kathy reached down and pulled my hand between us, clasping it in hers. "What about you?" I asked.

"I am fine. You were holding me the entire time. How'd you manage that?"

"I don't know. What happened to my arm?"

She unclipped the sling and slid off my lap. I extended my legs and sat with my back to a tree. She removed the sling and then my coat. Gently her fingers probed my shoulder and muscles. Nothing was broken and the sharp pain was gone. Whatever had happened didn't aggravate the injury. We decided to rest for a while before going on. The sun was mid morning and we could see clouds through the trees towards the west. While she massaged my shoulder, she was talking about anything and nothing, her voice had a clear ring.

"Kathy, do you sing?"

"Huh."

"Can you sing a song?"

She paused a moment, then opened up and sang. Her voice was the most beautiful sound I'd heard in a long time. The birds stopped to listen as the tune flowed upwards, into the trees. Finishing, she selected another tune, the sounds floated among the trees to the rising and falling of her melody. It seemed the angels had come to brighten our day.

When the last note finally melted away, I spoke, "That's beautiful. You've a lovely voice."

She laughed out loud. "I haven't sung in years. I remember as a small girl, singing to my dolls. Most were nonsense, no meaning. Just a bunch of words with a pretty tune."

"Take time to sing more often. It'll make the day much brighter."

"Okay," she said, "But now let's eat." She opened the bag we'd brought with some jerky and a can of peaches. 

"Peter, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, I don't."

"Why not?"

"I haven't found one yet. I've dated, but no one interested me. So I'm still looking." 

"What are you looking for?"

"I am looking for someone to spend the rest of my life with. Someone I could love with all my heart."

"What'll she be like?"

"I don't know. I haven't found her yet."

The day was lazy and after eating and not having slept much the night before, we stretched out and took a nap.

The wind picked up and blew the clouds across the sun. A shiver woke me up. I nudged Kathy. "I think we should head back." She stirred, looking at the sky.

"Okay, looks like the weather is changing." 

I put my legs under me and leaned against the tree. She scrunched around and got onto my lap. We had to work at getting the sling under her and clipped across my good shoulder. The wind was quit brisk when we got started. The breeze pulled at the strands of her hair and wisped them across her face. I thought she looked cute and I told her so. She whispered a thank you.

I followed the clearest route, not wanting to stumble again. The wind was continuing to increase and I was wondering what kind of weather it was bringing. The return journey went more quickly and as we sighted the cabin in the distance, the first flakes of snow fell. We stopped at the outhouse before heading inside. I placed her on the cot and dropped the plastic across the door, then stoked the fire back to life. With the wind held at bay by the plastic, the room warmed quickly. We were tired and decided to turn in early.

As we snuggled on the cot, she whispered in my ear. "I had fun today, thank you. That was special." She kissed me.

The next morning, the wind was howling around the cabin and I could feel the temperature had taken a tumble. I opened my eyes and watched Kathy sleep in my arms. Her breathing was slow and even. Her mouth was wide with full lips and her nose was cute. Her cheeks were smooth and when she smiled, there would be the hint of a dimple on the left side. The gash on her brow was healing. Her hair was disheveled but she kept it free of tangles. 

Quietly I sang a tune I'd heard a long time ago.

Sometimes in the mornin' when shadows are deep 

I lie here beside you just watching you sleep 

And sometimes I whisper what I'm thinking of 

My cup runneth over with love 

She opened her eyes when I finished. "That's pretty. Where'd you learn it?"

"When I went to college, years ago. It was popular on the radio and I learned it."

"Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Love me, like the song says?"

Suddenly I wanted to change the subject. Why'd I ever open my mouth? To sidestep the issue, "I like to lie here watching you sleep."

She just looked at me with a raised eyebrow but didn't press the issue.

"It is snowing outside." I say.

"And you can't sing very well either." She laughed

I gave her a peck on the cheek and slipped out from under the blankets. I walked to the door and looked out. There was about 6 inches of snow on the ground, but the wind had blown some drifts up around the side of the cabin which were 3 feet high, or so. Stepping back inside, I moved to the stove and added more wood. The fire began to grow inside the stove and the temperature steadily rose. With the wind kept at bay by the plastic, we could remain reasonably comfortable.

"You ready to go outside?"

"Yes, but only with you."

I was about ready to ask who else; when I realized she was teasing. I picked her up and we stepped out the door. With the wind blowing so strong, she buried her head in my shoulder. I had to trudge through the snow drifts to the outhouse where we took turns before returning to the cabin.

We hadn't soaked her feet yesterday and with nothing better to do, this was the plan. The snow was coming down hard, and the stream frozen, so it wouldn't be safe to get water from there. I grabbed a bucket and scooped up some snow, putting it on the stove. This took a while before having enough to boil, but patience paid off. Kathy sat on the cot and I poured the water into the basin over her feet. We soaked them till the skin wrinkled and then examined them. I was much encouraged. The wounds were healing over and I could see pink skin growing over her sores.

"You are healing nicely. You'll be up and running around before long. Seriously, I think maybe in a few days you could put some weight on them."

"You think so?"

"I'm no doctor, but I'm seeing improvement. You are on the mend. Your bruises are fading." Then in mock teasing mood, "If you were to spend time up at that cabin of yours, it might do the trick, getting you back on your feet. You have a servant to help you?"

"So now you are my servant." she laughed. "How about polishing my shoes or doing the dishes."

I stood, bowed with a sweeping gesture and told her I was ready to do her bidding. We both laughed and had fun with this make believe. In the last few days she was smiling more and this was a good sign her emotions were healing. What she'd been through, shouldn't have happened to a dog. She hadn't mentioned recently but I didn't believe it had been forgotten. If I could help her get the fun back in life, this would be a help. For the rest of the morning we pretended. Twice she was laughing uproariously at my antics and tears rolled down her cheek.

Towards the middle of the day, I sat down for a minute to rest from our acting when she spoke, "Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Your arm. You've been using it."

Mentally, I stopped and shifted my attention to my shoulder. It was out of the sling, hanging, with the forearm lifted. Slowly I extended my arm straight out, then moved it to the side. No pain. It was stiff with some soreness in the shoulder, but no pain. Gently I rotated it, finding a spot where it hurt, I winced. The range of motion was reduced, but I had the ability to move it.

"Can you lift anything?"

I tried several small items before moving to some larger ones. The arm and shoulder were weak, not having their full strength.

"Something must have been fixed yesterday when I stumbled. I thought I'd re-injured it."

"Let me work with your shoulder." She requested.

I moved closer and sat on the floor beside the cot. Her fingers pushed and probed into the muscles of the shoulder, finding pockets of tight and soreness. Gently she worked and I felt the tension reducing.

"You are getting better." She commented.

The storm continued to howl outside, blowing the snow up around the cabin. We had enough wood to keep us warm and food to eat. This storm lasted 2 days and by the 3rd morning, the sun rose over the trees to a crisp wonderland. The air was frigid and the snow lay deep on the ground. I guessed about 9 inches had fallen. Except for trips to the outhouse, bringing in firewood, and getting snow for water, we stayed inside huddled around the stove. 

To the reader it may seem like everything between Kathy and I was just peaches and cream. Sadly that wasn't true, we had our spats. It was a day after the storm and I'd gone outside to get firewood. I'd carried in several loads and gone out for more. In the distance I spied a couple of deer. Leaving the firewood, I followed them into the woods and lost track of time. 

When I returned, Kathy was angry. She needed to use the outhouse and I was nowhere to be found. She'd called, but received no reply. She'd waited but could no longer hold it, using a corner of the room, she took care of business. The room was closed up, the odor wasn't pleasant. When I entered, her words weren't very kind. My reaction was to defend myself and we argued loudly. I cleaned up the mess but for the remainder of the day, we didn't speak. That evening I figured to sleep elsewhere but she'd calmed down and we both slept on the cot.




Stranded Ch. 02



Another time I was having a bad day. Going down into the store room, I'd tripped and hit my head. The fire in the stove had gone out and starting a fire wasn't easy. Some of the plastic sheeting came down, letting in the cold wind. My mood was grouchy and I yelled at her. She snapped back and we were arguing again. I had to go out side to calm down.

When two people are thrown together from different backgrounds, into a situation where neither one could leave, arguments will happen. So some guidelines needed to be set.

We made an agreement on how to disagree without getting angry. We'd give the other one some space when they were in a bad mood. If we disagreed, we'd lower our voices instead of raising them. And we developed a 'time out'. This'd mean the subject of our argument was to be dropped for at least half a day. Not all of our days were peaceful, but generally we got along; there were some unpleasant times too.

Over the next several days her feet improved. I think it was 9 or 10 days after the big storm (as we called it) that she was able to stand and put her weight on them. We'd continued to soak them, a couple scabs remained but the rest was new flesh; badly scared but healed over. She placed her feet over on the floor, and using me to steady herself, stood up. I stood beside her as she took a step. It was obvious they hurt, but she was walking.

I got a second pair of that man's boots, plus several pair of socks. Initially we used 4 pair of socks on her feet. The large boots put on and tied. She stood and walked across the room and back.

"Ma'am you look pretty enough to dance with but I'd be afraid those clod-hoppers would trample me to death."

She playfully slapped at me, but delight was in her eyes. As she came back towards the cot, she walked right up to me and I put my arm around her in congratulations.

It was another two days before she attempted a trip to the outhouse. I followed along to assist if needed, I wasn't. On returning to the room, we checked and found one of the scabs had broken loose and was bleeding. Two days later she walked outside. Never again did I carry her because of her feet. Her other cuts and bruises were gone, or very nearly so. 

My arm and shoulder were better, but their strength was diminished. I was using it but favored the right side. You could say we were healed. I was thinking about walking out of here to civilization; I dropped that thought on the next day, a second storm arrived and added an additional 6-8 inches of snow. This was followed by a steady wind which whipped the snow into drifts, higher than the cabin. 

We worked together to clear a path to the toilet. What was funny, the building was completely buried under the snow. The path later blew shut. The snow was heavy on the roof, so I spent a day shoveling it clear.



Stranded Ch. 02



Jack could hardly believe it, they were kissing, and she was responding. The last person in the world he'd have pegged as a submissive was the sweet little thing he held in his lap. 

Not sure how far she'd let this go, Jack slid his hand from her waist and around to her heavy breast, his palms itching for the feel of her. 

Deborah jerked at the touch of his fingers, then arched her back into his palm, a soft breathy moan coming from her. With his other hand Jack efficiently undid the snaps of her bra. 

His questing fingers slid under her bra, desperate to feel her tight little nipple against his palm. Deborah groaned again, tearing her mouth from their heated kiss, her breathing harsh. Jack gently lowered her to the ground, the grains of sand sliding cushioning them. Clinging tightly to Jacks broad shoulders, Deborah's eyes closed firmly against the glaring sun. Jack quickly slid her buttons free, his eyes hot on her breasts, his eyes greedy for the sight of her tight pink nipples.

"Beautiful." he whispered huskily.

Deborah opened her eyes briefly, dropping her eyelids and blushing at his direct gaze. Shyly she allowed her lids to droop back down, urgently pulling him back to her, needing the oblivion that his kisses offered her. Jack hesitated, not happy with letting her have control, but reluctantly allowed it, his mouth sliding softly over hers, seducing her senses.

Sliding a hand down his chest to the clasp of his jeans, Deborah undid the snap, eagerly groping for his cock. Jack groaned as her small hand struggled to wrap around it, sliding up and down, testing its length and breadth. Closing his eyes to shore his strength, Jack reached down and removed her hand. Deborah's eyes flew up to his in surprise.

"I didn't give you permission to touch me." Jack growled. "You're going to have to ask nicely before I let you have the privilege of stroking my cock." 

To ensure that she kept her hands to herself Jack stretched her arms over her head, linking her wrists in one big hand. Deborah pulled futilely at his grip, trying to free herself, a feminine thrill shot through her core at the effortless way he could control her. Jack's eyes glowed, his lips curling into a smug little smile, and he bent his head down to her breast, sucking its hard tip into the moist cavern of his mouth. 

Deborah whimpered at the sharp bite of his teeth, and then moaned as his moist tongue soothed away the hurt. He shifted to her other breast, repeating his actions until Deborah was a mindless, writhing mass of sensation, her legs shifting restlessly, hips moving urgently. 

His mouth still busy at her breast, Jack helped her out of her slacks, leaving her in her white lace briefs. Sliding his knee between her spread thighs, Jack pressed firmly against her. Deborah groaned at the minute relief, grinding herself against him, desperately trying to relieve the pressure in her loins. 

Jack could feel her moist panties rubbing against his leg, and his cock throbbed relentlessly. Sensuously he slid his hands down her stomach, under her panties, and through the soft hair he found there. Deborah gave a small cry, her hips stilling expectantly. 

Teasingly Jack slid his finger around her swollen clit, before slowly slipping it into her clinging, wet canal. Deborah panted, her legs clamping around his wrist. Slowly Jack slid another finger in her . . . 

"Please, please." Deborah begged, the feel of his hard fingers sliding in and out of her wet passage driving her to distraction, past the point of dignity.

"Please what?" Jack asked, moving his mouth up her chest to her neck, where he bit sharply.

"Please, help me." Deborah pleaded. "I need . . ." Uncertainly her voice trailed off, her flushed cheeks burning brighter.

"Do you need something?" Jack said, teasing her clit, just barely brushing it with his thumb. "Tell me, where do you want me to touch you?"

Deborah met his eyes, and saw the determination there. Shaking her head, she struggled to get her hands from him, determined to bring herself to relief. She cried out in surprise when he pulled his hand from her panties to give her a sharp slap on her already sore bottom. 

"Stop it." he scolded.

Deborah stilled, giving herself over to his sure touch. With a little hic-up she gave in. "Please touch my clit. I need to cum," she sobbed, tears glistening on her flushed cheeks.

Jack instantly rewarded her with the return of his finger on her clit. With a gentle touch he sent her screaming over the edge, her cries echoing around them. Lifting his head, he watched the flicker of emotion over her face, enjoying the feel of her body as it arched and shuddered under his. 

When finally her body relaxed beneath his, her muscles lax, Jack teased her through another, and then another orgasm, until she lay there, exhausted. 

Jack eased back from her, hurriedly standing up to undress. He pulled off his pants, and was just pulling his shirt over his head, when she drowsily turned her head to look at him. Her eyes flickered at the generous sight of his cock, straining away from his body, and her mouth parted in a gasp. Jack stood there for a minute letting her drink in the sight of him, before sliding between her thighs. 

Expectantly Deborah spread her legs, eager to have him in her, gasping in shock at the thick feel of him pushing against her. She cried out as his large cock stretched her pussy around him. Jack waited until her muscles had relaxed, before pulling himself back out. Deborah cried out in denial, her eyes flying open. 

"I want you to look at me when I make you mine." he growled, locking his eyes to her. "I have your body, I want your soul."

Deborah whimpered, then arched her back as he slid back into her clinging pussy. "Oooooh." she moaned, moving her hips urgently, her eyes once again beginning to drift shut. She jerked her eyes open, at the sharp tap of his finger on her cheek. 

"I'm sorry." she whispered, desperate to keep his big cock in her. 

"Don't do it again." Jack warned.

Deborah nodded earnestly, her hand restlessly moving up and down his back, grasping the strong muscles. Wordlessly she lifted her mouth to his, needing to feel the comfort of his mouth on hers. His hips steadily pistoning, Jack ground his lips against her, sucking her tongue hungrily into his mouth. 

Sensing that her peak was near, Jack pulled his head back, wanting to watch her eyes as she fell over. Deborah's movements became more and more desperate, her nails digging into his back, before she finally soared off the cliff. Jack grunted at the feel of her muscles caressing his cock, before succumbing to the ecstasy that was Deborah. 



Stranded Ch. 02



 © JetBlack 2008. Stranded, Chapter 2. All publication rights reserved. Use without permission prohibited. 

Chapter 2

I wiped the sweat from my brow, taking a moment to stretch as I looked over my work. The sun had been on my bare back for the past four or five hours, and now it was finally setting. The shelter wasn't pretty, but it would keep us warm. It was a lean-to shelter, with a distinctive half "A" shape, which I had placed between two young trees. I'd spent nearly the entire day building it; painstakingly sawing away at branches, cutting saplings, weaving the elastic wood into a framework that would stand up to both wind and rain.

I smiled softly, recalling how Britt had been so eager to help. I don't really know why I had been smiling at the memory; she was rather persistent in her need to help me build a shelter. Perhaps a better word would be annoying. I had been out scouting for suitable materials with her when she had noticed some, how had she put it? 

"Oh! Look at these pretty flowers, Jet!" She exclaimed as she ran directly into a narrow passage in the brush, her eyes set on a group of small, white-pedaled flowers. 

"Britt, wait!" I yelled, dropping my crude walking stick and grabbing her by the shoulder firmly. I spun her around, looking her in the eyes and noting she seemed a little frightened. Good. She should be, I thought.

"Look, you can't go running off into the underbrush every time you fucking see something pretty! Jesus, Britt! There could be a bear, or a wolf, or something poisonous..." I trailed off, losing steam when I noticed the tears coming to her eyes. A pang of regret hit me.

"I-I'm sorry Jet... I didn't think..." She began, stuttering slightly as she made an obvious attempt to prevent the tears from falling.

I shook my head and pulled her close, leaning my forehead against hers and looking into her eyes. My voice dropped low as I sighed, "Britt, it's just you and me out here. You have to be careful. Please don't go running off. It's not safe out here. There are a million things that can go wrong out here and we're a long way from a hospital." Inserted paragraph break

She seemed so small, so close to me. I licked my lips involuntarily, an uncontrollable little habit I had whenever I felt the urge to kiss someone. My voice dropped another decibel, "I can't do this without you. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you and I don't want to find out. Please. Stay close to me." 

She nodded, her eyes locked on mine as her lips parted ever so slightly. "I won't leave you Jet." Her soft, small hand pressed gently against my chest. 

I let out a shuddering sigh, releasing some of the pent up frustration that was building. What the hell was going on between us? Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, the full length of her body pressed against mine. We had never been this close before in all of our years together. In fact, I always found it kind of awkward to simply share a couch with her or let her lean up against me. I knew I had some intimacy issues, in the beginning of a relationship anyways. My life had been a hard one. I guess I just naturally put up emotional walls. The one former love of my life had worked hard at overcoming them. Most women lacked that strength.

I blinked. What the hell was I thinking? This was Brittany, not a potential lover. Off-limits. No. 

"Jet..." She whispered as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. Her hand slowly caressed me, trailing up and down my chest. All traces of tears were gone from her now dark gray eyes. I didn't think I'd ever seen them so dark.

As my lips inched closer to hers, I wondered just why she was "off-limits." I did have feelings for her. I couldn't lie to myself about that. Our lips touched, slowly. There was no denying she had feelings for me either. We had grown up together. She was my sister; technicalities be damned. Did it matter that much? We knew everything about each other. The closeness and intimacy we shared could never be matched. She had simply spent too much time with me. I trusted her, she trusted me. She knew nearly my every flaw, my every quirk. 

Her head tilted ever so slightly to the side, her soft hand moving up my chest, sliding slowly behind my neck as she urged me closer to her. This didn't feel wrong. I gently caressed her soft cheek. It didn't feel like I was breaking some terrible rule of nature. Her warmth was something real. Her lips were soft. Her tongue amazing. 

It couldn't possibly be wrong. She wanted this as much as I did. Yet we were letting some stupid law a million miles away prevent us from being with each other. What about mom and dad? Especially dad. The thought crept out of nowhere. A low growl escaped my throat.

I slammed her back up against a nearby tree. All the frustration, all the stress and all the hell I had been putting myself through channeled into a single kiss. My lips met hers hungrily, my tongue penetrating her, tasting. She moaned in an entirely feminine, entirely animalistic way and it was enough to make me instantly hard, despite my usual control. 

I didn't care. I didn't want to hide the fact she was turning me on so very badly. I gently eased the kiss back, drawing her inevitably back into my mouth, teasing her with small flicks with the tip of my tongue. She made a soft sound of need, not exactly a moan, but something close. I knew what she wanted, but I continually drew back until the tip of her small tongue gently traced its way along my teeth.

She gasped as I lifted her, my hands gently grasping her butt through the little red skirt she wore. I smiled, suddenly appreciating her lack of preparedness. I touched my tongue to hers, looking deeply into her eyes. I wanted her to know exactly what I wanted, exactly what she was doing to me and exactly what I was going to do to her.

She was wearing silky black stockings underneath, although a skirt and pantyhose were hardly the proper attire to be scouting out a forest in. I parted her legs slightly, my body pressing against her tightly, her hard little nipples pressing against my chest. I caught her tongue with mine, sucking on it hungrily. I slowly pressed my throbbing hard bulge against her. She gasped in surprise, followed by a moan as she felt me slide against her. I could feel the length of my cock pressing against her soft mound. I could feel the heat coming from her, colliding with my own. I let out a small groan of pleasure as I rubbed against her slowly, feeling my length slide against her covered lips and was rewarded with another, louder moan from her. 

My hands moved to her neck, her breasts. Her weight supported by my hips alone I slowly trailed my hands over the soft mounds of flesh, feeling her erect nipples press into my palms. She was moaning softly into my mouth as I continued my assault on her tongue. I sucked on her, licked her and swirled my tongue around her. My hands squeezed her breasts slowly, my palms rubbing against her hard nubs, eliciting ever louder moans and groans from her body. 

She was grabbing and tugging at me, desperately trying to pull me closer. Her hips moved against me, thrusting herself onto my cock harder and faster as if she expected to burn my clothes off through friction alone. Her moans turn to gasps when I slid a hand up her tight-fitting white t-shirt, sliding under her bra and over soft, supple flesh. I broke the kiss without regret, trailing soft kisses down her neck as I thrust against her, moaning softly myself. I rolled her sensitive little buds between my fingers. She seemed to be losing control of herself, bucking against me and moaning uncontrollably. My eyes widened slightly as I slowly sucked and licked my way back up her neck. 

She can't be that close already, could she? I wondered.

I quickly withdrew my hands from her shirt, deftly removing her bra along the way. I tossed it to the side and slipped my arm around her before she could protest, pressing the left side of my body against her, leaving enough of a gap between us for my other hand. 

I gently nipped at her earlobe, slowing my movements to a teasing crawl, my palm pressed against her flat stomach; inching downwards. I loved teasing her.

"Britt," I whispered huskily into her ear, giving it a soft little lick, "Do you want me?"

Her blush was adorable, given the circumstances and she didn't answer.

My hand unfastened her skirt nimbly, letting it fall to the forest floor.

I bit her ear gently, tugging her closer to me, "Brittany do you want me to touch you?" I whispered again. A shudder ran through her body, yet she stayed silent, her eyes closed, her arm moving around my waist slowly, bracing herself.

I pressed my palm against the heat between her legs, my middle finger instinctively tracing her slit slowly. The tip of my finger was slowly gliding against her pussy lips through the velvety material of her nylons. Her pussy was on fire and I could detect the slightest traces of wetness, even through two layers of clothing. 

Soft moans erupted from her, her eyes opened and she looked down between her legs, watching my hand stroke her. I let her watch, trailing soft kisses down her neck as I slowly slid my hand up to gently grasp her breast. She whimpered and moaned trying to press against my hands harder. She desperately needed to cum now and she wasn't getting nearly enough. I smiled. 

Biting my lip slightly, my bulge pressing into her hip, I whispered, "Britty, tell me what you want." My hand slipped under her stockings, pulling them down. Her thin white panties were completely soaked against her, outlining the delicious crease of her slit quite nicely. I slid a single finger down between her swollen pussy lips.

"Unngh," she groaned, unable to speak at first. My hand slowed and then stopped. When she said nothing, I slowly began to move my hand away. Her eyes widened and she grabbed my wrist, "Please..." she whispered, her eyes finally meeting mine. She had never been so shy and quiet before and it was just making me harder. 

I slipped the tip of my finger under the side of her panties. I couldn't help but let out a small gasp when the tip of my finger grazed against her wet little cunt. Her entire body jerked, as if a lightning bolt shot through her. Her eyes had closed tightly but I wanted to see her.

I kissed her lips softly, her head moving towards me. Her eyes opened. She watched me lick my lips slowly and I slowly penetrated her tight little hole, the tip of my middle finger sliding slowly inside of her throbbing wetness. As if in slow motion, her mouth opened in perfectly harmony with my finger, her back arched and a guttural, throaty moan escaped her. Her eyes didn't leave mine.

Her entire body was quivering. My finger was wiggling inside her tightness as I felt my palm press against her. I slowly withdrew the length of my finger just to slide it back inside her a little quicker. I could hear my digit slide wetly inside of her and the soft slurping sound it made when I pulled it back out. The moans coming from her didn't stop, she was slowly thrusting against my finger, the rest of my hand still outside of her panties. She needed just a little more. It must have been maddening. 

I couldn't really wait any longer, I needed to make her cum. I needed to feel her tighten around my finger, feel her body convulse against mine and hear her scream in ecstasy. I bit my lip, my breath quickening as I pulled my slick finger out of her. I tugged down her panties, letting them fall to her ankles. Her breath caught. 

"Tell me," I whispered into her ear, my voice a lusty rasp, "Tell me you want to cum."

My fingers slid down her slippery crease, my middle finger sliding over her hard little clit. Her body tensed, "I..." She started, her dark gray eyes locked on mine.

"Tell me," I demanded, two fingers pressed against her throbbing entrance. 

Her breathing was ragged, her eyelids were half closed with lust, "Make me cum Jetty," she whispered, never looking away from me. 

I instantly slammed my fingers inside of her. Her back arched, her head kicked back, her hot little pussy bucked against my hand. She screamed in pleasure, her arms clawing at my back. She settled against me, her hips pumping against my hand. Her moans and whimpers muffled against my shoulder. My thumb flicked wetly across her throbbing little clit. My fingers stayed buried inside of her, wiggling, curling upwards.

I held her close, my lips next to her ear. I thrust my fingers inside her hard, my thumb a blur over her clit. My fingers curled up a bit more inside her, rubbing slowly. I was careful to control myself until I knew I found it. I leaned against her, a strong arm supporting her. My voice dropped so low I'm surprised she heard me.

"Cum for me, little sis," I whispered, my fingers stroking her hypersensitive little spot from the inside, my thumb buzzing over her just-as-sensitive clit on the outside. Her entire body tensed, every muscle in her body must have clenched including her cunt which tightened like a vice around my fingers. I didn't stop stroking her clit, I just went faster. 

She screamed my name as some would shout for God. Her whole body shook, quivered, convulsed. Her head whipped back, her body a live wire. Her cum soaked my hand, literally dripping down her thighs. She moaned over and over and I didn't stop. I could sense her reaching the peak of her first orgasm, her tight little pussy unclenching ever so slightly

I didn't hesitate. I quickly set her down against the tree, crouching between her legs. My lips closed around her pulsing, hard, little clit. I sucked on the little nub, my tongue flicking back and forth across it. I shoved my fingers deeper inside of her, rubbing that wonderful little area, and I felt her immediately tighten again.

I looked up, watching her convulse again and again. Tears streamed down her face as she moaned, her expression one of complete and utter carnal bliss. Cum gushed out of her now, trickling over my hand and down my arm. She was a woman possessed, unable to stop her body and more than likely unwilling to stop. When her moans and screams turned to whimpering sobs, I finally released her, giving her abused clit a final kiss. 

I slowly withdrew my soaked, sticky fingers; replacing them with my tongue as I lapped at her quivering hole, slipping my tongue inside slightly, lapping up her juices. She tasted amazing; sweet, delicate. Exactly as I thought she would. I savored her flavor as a connoisseur would savor perfectly aged wine. 

My licking turned soothing, then finally into soft, erotic kisses. I looked up at her and she was watching me with--love in her eyes. I smiled and moved up to kiss her. She was amazing. Her body so responsive, her flavor magnificent as I was sure she could taste from my lips. I couldn't remember how many times she had climaxed, but I had a feeling she had never experienced that before

"N-no..." she panted in-between soft kisses.

I immediately began to worry. No what? No more? No, stop? What we did was wrong and I'm having horrible regrets? I would never want my brother to touch me? 

"Nobody..." she continued.

My worry vanished.

"Nobody ever..." She is finding it awfully difficult to catch her breath, I thought bemusedly. 

I put a finger to her lips, followed by a soft kiss. "Nobody could ever love you like I can, Britty."

She nodded, a tear running down her cheek as she clung to me tightly. Her panties and stockings were still around her ankles. And I was still raging hard. I smiled and hugged her, my own gratification forgotten. Causing her to have several earth-shattering orgasms had been gratification enough.

She pouted her lip slightly, eyeing my crotch. I just laughed. "We'll deal with that later Sis." I put special emphasis on the last word, causing her to blush madly. Kinky little girl, she came when I called her little sis, I thought.

It turned out the white flowers she had so eagerly pursued were wild strawberries and lots of them. We were sure to grab several bundles on the way back. We also had some trouble finding her bra. The rest of the day went rather well. I busied myself with building the shelter, which managed to keep my thoughts occupied. I did have a weak moment when I was half finished. Britt had brought me some water and some strawberries. Watching her pink little tongue lap at the fruit made my mouth water for reasons other then hunger.

What was worse was that she was doing it on purpose. Probably paying me back for teasing her. My eyes narrowed. It was going to be a hell of a lot of fun breaking in the little shelter that night. A small twinge of doubt appeared in the back of my mind, but I quickly pushed it away.

My thoughts drifted back to reality, the lean-to returning to view. I grinned in mild embarrassment. I knew exactly why I had smiled at the memory now. I was smiling because the shelter was done. Britt was on her way back with the last of the firewood and it was almost time for dinner.

And I had worked up quite an appetite.



Stranded Ch. 02



A few days had passed since I visited Jessica and her family at the hospital where her mother was getting her ankle checked out. I went back to visit a few more times, partially to make sure the mother was okay but also to see if I could talk to my former lover alone. Unfortunately Jessica was standoffish and I didn't get the opportunity. I was bummed. I was really hoping to at least talk to her once. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be a possibility.

My crew had recovered my boat and were busy fixing it up. There was a bit of minor damage to the hull and some leaking along with a few other things that needed to be repaired. I estimated that it would be at least a week before my boat was in good working order again. Since my boat was out of commission, I decided catch up on paperwork at my shop. I did my best to consume myself in work and try to forget the young girl that I had made such unbridled and passionate love to. 

Then a few days later, much to my surprise, she came back into my life. The door to my shop had opened, I looked up to see Jessica waking through the door. My heart skipped a beat seeing her again. She was like a tanned goddess and I was her disciple. God she looked beautiful. Jessica was in a pink and white stripped tank top, a short frilly white skirt and a pair of black flip flops. It was such a mundane thing to wear here on Aruba but she made it look so damn irresistible. But in my opinion, she could make anything look sexy!

My heart was pounding hard. I think my lust, my yearning for this young girl had turned into something more. Without hesitation, I got up from behind the counter and walked towards her. I felt giddy just seeing her back in my life. I moved towards her with a swagger that was more appropriate for a 20 year old boy than that of a 58 year old dyke. 

Jessica started to say, "I'm... I'm sorry that I..." 

But before she could finish I hushed her lips and said, "Shh. Let's not ruin this moment with words."

Then I pulled her body into mine. She gasped slightly. Her smaller feminine frame contrasted my larger more masculine body. I inhaled Jessica's sweet perfume, she smelled like a woman should, sweet and pure with a hint of naughtiness. I put my hand behind her neck and guided her head towards me and kissed her luscious lips with all the passion and desire that had been building in me since I had first made love to her.

As our lips met in our passionate embrace, Jessica wrapped her arms around my neck and opened her mouth, inviting me in. Our tongues met and danced across each other as we kissed. Over the next couple of minutes, we continued kissing right in the middle of my shop where anyone could walk through the door at any moment. But neither of us seemed to care. We were oblivious to the outside world. I was in a state of bliss, simply kissing the beautiful young woman in my arms.

Feeling Jessica's supple body in my arms again made me feel so young, so vibrant. God, I wanted her. I wanted her badly! It took every ounce of self-control that I had to keep myself from dropping to my knees and sticking my head underneath her skirt and eat her out right then and there. But as much as I wanted to take her at that very moment, I didn't want to repeat past mistakes and give her another reason to run away after making love to her. I wanted her to be mine and have her give herself to me completely. I wanted this little girl to be my woman.

When the kissing finally subsided, I whispered in her ear, "I missed you baby! I didn't think I would see you ever again. I would've thought that you would be home by now."

"We're staying in Aruba for a few more days, until my mom's ankle heals up a bit more. ...I...I missed you too. I'm sorry I freaked out. I just...I don't know. I'm still so confused. I've got a boyfriend and I'm not gay...but ...." Said Jessica.

Smiling confidently, I said "...But there's something about me, isn't there? I stirred something inside of you, didn't I baby? You don't quite understand it, but it's there."

Jessica sheepishly responded. "...Yes."

I held her tightly in my strong arms, then I lightly kissed her nose and her lips before finally saying. "I know that you feel confused right now baby. I think that's natural. But you can't deny that there's something between us. Why else would you come back to me? Come out with me tonight. Let me show you around and see where the night takes us."

"I...I don't know..." said Jessica hesitantly.

"C'mon baby. Take a chance. I'll be a gentleman, I promise!" I said with with an air of confidence in my voice.

Still unsure, Jessica said. "But I've got a boyfriend! And you're so much older than me! And...and you're a woman and I'm straight!!! I just don't know."

"Sweetie, I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm just asking you to go out with me tonight. Besides, age ain't nothing but a number to me. And yes, I'm a woman. But you know what? I can treat you better than any man. And I would be a better lover to you than any man could ever be!" I said.

My 19 year old lover was silent for a minute. I could tell she was thinking long and hard about it. She looked confused. But finally she acquiesced and said. "Okay, I guess it wouldn't hurt to get to know you at least." 

I smiled and kissed Jessica on the lips. Then we finally made arrangements for me to pick her up around 6:30 at her hotel. Shortly thereafter, Jessica left my shop. I quickly closed up for the day and rushed home to get ready for the evening. I went home and showered. Then I went through my clothes, looking for something to impress my young college coed. 

I thought about wearing a suit and tie but decided that it was too formal. I decided on something a little more casual yet stylish. First I put on my strapon harness, I attached a realistic looking silicon dildo that had veins and even a pair of balls. It was 7 inches long. Then I put on over my strapon a pair of boxer briefs to keep my erection from getting in the way. There would be an obvious bulge but it wouldn't be too bad. After that I decided on wearing a pair of tan dockers, a purple undershirt, an orange long sleeve button up shirt with a black tie, a brown belt and a pair of brown dress shoes. I also put on my best cologne for the evening. I combed my short salt and pepper colored hair. I thought I looked pretty damn handsome for a 58 year old butch. I just hoped my date would have the same opinion. By the time I had finished getting ready, it was time for me to go and pick up my date.

I was looking forward to my evening out with Jessica. I hadn't been on a date in a long time. I was a little nervous but excited, I could feel my anticipation grow. I parked my car in the parking lot and headed into the hotel. It was a hot and humid evening. I called up to her room, she said she would be right down. I waited for what felt like an eternity. Then suddenly, I heard a man's voice behind me. Startled, I turned around. It was Jessica's father.

"Well captain, it's a surprise to see you again! What are you doing here?" He said.

I reached out and shook his hand and replied. "It's a small island. You never can tell who you're going to bump into around here."

Smiling he said. "Well that's the truth. So what are you doing here?"

Part of me wanted to tell him that I was going to take his little girl out. That I was going to make his little girl my woman. I was going to wine and dine her and possibly take her to bed. But instead, I told him. "I'm just catching up with an acquaintance tonight. I didn't realize that you were still in town."

"Just for a couple more days is all. Well it was great seeing you again! I need to get going. Take care." He said.

Somewhat relived that he had finally left, I said. "Good night and good-bye sir."

A few minutes later Jessica stepped out of the elevator. This little girl took my breath away. I felt like I had hit the lottery and was going to have a heart attack all at the same time! She was dressed to kill. She wore a black mini dress that had a very revealing neckline. In fact, it plunged just slightly below her belly button and yet her dress was still able to cover her full breasts. As revealing as her dress was, it still looked classy. Jessica look around and finally saw me. She started to make her way towards me. I could see the glint of her belly button ring at a distance. As she came closer, I noticed her black, open toed stilettos. Her toe nails were painted pink and wore a ring on her right index toe. My crotch tightened just staring at her beautiful body.

I smiled at her and said. "You look beautiful tonight!"

Jessica smiled back and said. "Thank you."

"I have something for you sweetie." I said.

Inquisitively, she asked. "What is it?"

I reached into my pocket and presented her with a gold necklace. "This." 

She said. "I can't accept this!"

"Please baby. I'm old fashioned. I'm used to giving my dates a gift. Please, for me?" I pleaded.

Jessica finally relented, she smiled and said. "Ok."

I turned her around. Then I noticed that her dress was backless. I could see the tattoo on the small of her back. Damn, this girl knew how to dress sexy! Once I finally put her necklace on I had her turn around. Admiring her in all her beauty, I said. "Wow, you are gorgeous!"

She smiled and said. "Thanks."

Smiling back at her I said. "Well let's get going babe."

As we walked out of the lobby, I reached for Jessica's hand. She hesitated for a moment. She didn't take my hand until we were outside of the hotel. I guess she didn't want to risk her parents seeing us holding hands. We made small talk and I told her a few jokes to ease the tension as we walked to my car. I opened the door for her, admiring her gorgeous figure as she got in. I took Jessica to one of my favorite restaurants.

I had reserved a secluded area of the restaurant for Jessica and me. Being friends with the Maitre d' has its benefits. My friend took us to our table. The somewhat dimly lit table was lighted with candles and adjacent to the table was bottle of champaign. I pulled out the chair for Jessica to sit and seated her as any gentleman would and then I sat across from her. The table was perfect for lovers. It was big enough to serve us our dinner but yet small enough for intimate contact. I stared at the young woman across from me. I tried not to make it too obvious but I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful body in that skimpy dress.

I complimented Jessica on how hot she looked in her outfit. She thanked me. Then I reached across the table and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. After that I poured her a glass of champaign. Jessica asked me if it was legal for her to drink here. I laughed and told her that she was fine. The drinking age in Aruba was 18. Since she was 19, there was no problem. I reached my left hand across the table and intertwined my fingers with Jessica's. We talked for a bit and told her some dirty jokes while we waited for our food to arrive. I admired her demure figure and her full breasts that were barely covered by her dress. My crotch was throbbing for her. 

I reached my right hand under the table and started to caress her soft smooth leg. Jessica stopped talking for a moment, she had a surprised look on her face as she felt my hand. Then after a moment, she smiled. With an unspoken acknowledgement of her approval, I continued gently stroking my hand up and down the side of her supple leg. Finally, our dinner had arrived. We ate and drank and talked some more.

"I can't believe that you're going out with me tonight!" I said.

Jessica said. "I know! It's kinda crazy!!!"

"And yet, here we are babe. You and me together tonight. Enjoying each other's company. And you know what? I'm enjoying each and every moment of it!" I told her.

Smiling she said. "Yeah, I'm enjoying it too!"

I thought for a moment about what I wanted to say next. "You know I'm just curious. But what made you decide to come back to my shop and see me again? You were pretty hesitant about talking to me along after our time on the island."

"I'm sorry." She said. "I was kinda freaked out after that. I was never with a woman before. It was just all really... I don't know. I guess it was too much."

Curious, I asked her. "Then what was it that made you come and visit me?"

"I don't know. There's just something about you that just made me want to see you again." Jessica said.

Smiling, I said. "Oh really? Like what?"

Jessica blushed and replied. "Well, I...I think it's because you are so confident. I can feel it from you. Like on the island, you took charge and knew what to do and you did it. And I think you're handsome too."

"Really?" I said.

"Yeah. I've always been kinda attracted to older men. I know you're not a man, but you've got that ruggedness to you that is sexy." She said.

I laughed and half joking I said to her. "Well I do have that effect on women." 

Feeling frisky, I leaned over the table and kissed Jessica on the lips. I paused for a second and looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her again. With her mouth partially open, I slipped my tongue inside and kissed her for a few more minutes. I loved kissing her. She had such soft full lips. I sat back down. We looked at each other smiling. 

"Well I think we're done eating. Don't you?" I said.

She smiled and said."Yes."

"Good. Cause I want to take you out dancing babe." I said.

We waited for the check to come and I dutifully paid the bill. Then we got up and left the restaurant. I wrapped my arm around Jessica's slim waist, holding her close to me. We got to my car. Jessica was standing in front of the passenger side door. She turned around to face me. I put my arms on either side of her and pressed my body into hers, pushing her against the car. She could feel the buldge in my dockers.

"What's that?" She asked.

I smiled and said. "A surprise for later."

Then I leaned in and kissed Jessica passionately. A few people walked by us as we kissed. An elderly couple glared at us but I couldn't care less. In fact I kinda liked the idea of the whole world seeing us making out like we were. It made an old butch like me feel like quite the stud. Part of me wanted to defile this young, would-be straight girl in front of the world. I wanted everyone to see that this young girl was all mine!

Finally we arrived at one of the local night clubs. It was a slow night in there. There weren't more than 50 people there. Jessica looked a little disappointed, but I didn't care. As long as she was in my arms, I was happy. We found a table and sat down. I ordered us a few drinks. I had a few beers and Jessica had some sangrias and we both had a couple of shots of tequila. Needless to say, were were both a little drunk at that point.

That's when we both decided to go out on the dance floor and start dancing. The lights were flashing, the music was loud and the bass was bumping. Jessica and I danced to the beat. She swayed her body seductively for me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I put my hands on her hips as we danced. We stared into each others eyes smiling. I looked down to see her hips swaying to and from. I could see the glint of her belly button ring as we danced. She was so hot in that dress of hers! I leaned in to try and give her a kiss but Jessica smiled and turned her head. I smiled back, she was playing hard to get.

We stayed on the dance floor for another song. It was a really fast song. Jessica had me stand there as she danced for me. Her body moved gracefully to the beat. She turned her back to me, swaying her hips. She back up to me, grinding her lovely ass against my crotch. My groin was throbbing as she ground herself against me. Jessica reached her right arm back, putting her right hand on the back of my neck. I put my hands around her trim waist and moved my body in unison with hers. She was making me so horny, feeling her young, perfect body grinding against mine. I licked and kissed the side of her neck. Jessica's right hand gripped the back of my neck a little tighter as I kissed her.

Once the song had ended, Jessica excused herself to go to the restroom. I went back to our table to rest. I was a little tired from the dancing. But I was also feeling horny, my body was tingling. I wanted her young body so bad! I decided to go to the restroom as well.

I walked into the restroom to find Jessica at the sink washing up. I looked around to find that she and I were alone. She looked up and saw me, she smiled. I smiled back to her. Like a heat seeking missile, I headed straight for her. I pulled her in tight against my body and kissed her deeply. God, I felt like a teenager again. I just couldn't keep my hands off of her. I pulled my little girl into one of the stalls at the far end of the restroom for a little privacy. I pushed her up against the wall, sliding my tongue into her mouth as we kissed. I ground my crotch against hers while we made out.

I pulled the material that covered Jessica's breasts to each side. God they were so perfect! My hands fondled her tits as we continued to passionately kiss. I could feel her nipples getting hard under my expert touch. My mouth was watering, staring at the perfection that was her body. I started to kiss my way down, kissing her neck softly, then kissing her collar bone and then I started to kiss her gorgeous breasts. I ran my tongue over her luscious breasts. My tongue circled her erect nipple before I finally took it into my hungry mouth.

I stared up at my love as I began to suckle from her breast. My tanned beauty stared deeply into my eyes. My hands fondled her other breast as I sucked on her nipple. Her breath was slightly labored. I would take turns lightly bitting on her nipple and flicking my tongue at it as sucked on her breasts. Jessica caressed my face and ran her fingers through my hair. Feeling her soft touch was only getting me hornier. 

I dropped to my knees and stared up into my young lovers eyes. We smiled at each other. I brought my hands to either side of her smooth supple legs. I slowly guided my hands up underneath Jessica's black micro dress. My fingers found the think straps of her black g-string panties. Jessica smiled as I started to pull her panties down. I pulled them down to her ankles, then my young lover lifted her legs up so I could take them off. I put them in my pocket.

Jessica spread her legs apart and leaned against the wall. I hiked her skirt up above her hips. With her waxed pussy in clear view, I brought my head close to her sex. I let her feel my warm breath against her skin. I inhaled her scent. It was intoxicating. Jessica put her hands on the back of my head. She pulled my head towards her crotch. I smiled, happy to oblige her.

I circled my tongue around her pussy, flicking it against her clit. Then I put my lips on Jessica's already moist sex, kissing it tenderly. Jessica let out a little moan. I tasted her succulent juices on my lips. Ravenous now, I put my hands on her hips, clutching her tightly ant taking her pussy into my hungry mouth. I drove my tongue deep inside her young body, flicking it inside her. 

With a gasp, Jessica arched her back and brought her hips up in better position for my eager mouth. I felt her juices flow into my mouth. I went wild, lapping up her sweet nectar. My little girl put her hands on the back of my head, holding me tightly against her hot pussy. I looked up at my young lover. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were flushed red. I kept up my assault on her delicious pussy. My tongue was deep inside her, flicking wildly. Her body was on the verge of cumming. I could feel her body tighten up. Then I felt the muscles on inner walls of her vagina start to flutter and then tighten around my tongue. Then a torrent of her juices came rushing into my mouth. I greedily drank up her essence. After a few minutes, Jessica's body finished climaxing. I lapped up every last ounce of her juices. 




Stranded Ch. 02



After she had finished cumming, I stood back up and pulled the bottom of her dress back down. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips and let her taste her juices on my lips. We looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

Smiling, I said. "I love making love to you babe."

"You are amazing!" Said Jessica.

Then she kissed me on the lips. She motioned for me to turn around. I had my back against the wall as we continued to kiss. Jessica smiled at me. She broke off our kissing. My little girl went down on her knees in front of me. Kneeling before me, her soft, delicate fingers reached for the zipper of my dockers. Slowly she pulled the zipper down. She reached in to find the buldge in my pants. Jessica pulled my silicon cock free of it's cage.

Looking up at me, she smiled. I reached my hand down, caressing her cheek and nudging my strapon to her lips. Jessica took it into her mouth like a pro. I doubted that it was her first time giving head. But it was probably the first time that she ever gave a blow job to a woman. Jessica wrapped her luscious lips tightly around my cock. She looked so beautiful bobbing her head up and down for me. Jessica took the length of my shaft deep into her throat. I could feel the base of my strapon rubbing up against my crotch. I started to thrust my hips into Jessica's mouth. To my delight and surprise, she took the full length of my cock into her mouth. She got her mouth right down to the base of my strapon.

Caressing her beautiful face, I whispered. "That's it baby. Just like that."

I was getting so horny seeing this beautiful young thing pleasuring me. My body was aching for hers. I wanted to be inside her body, I wanted to dominate and merge with her. My desire for her was so primal, so basic. I had Jessica stand up. I wrapped my strong arms around her and kissed her passionately. 

Then, I said. "C'mon baby. Let's go back to my place."

My little girl smiled and said. "Ok."

I helped Jessica fix her dress, and I put my cock away and zipped up my fly. We walked out of the restroom, My young lover's face was still a little flushed. I was a little surprised that no one had interrupted our little tryst in the bathroom. Good thing for small miracles.

As we walked back into the club, I had my arm around Jessica's little waist, holding her close to me. We made our way to the door. The music was loud. I tried to tell her how beautiful she was, but she couldn't hear me. When we finally got outside. I told her how sexy she was. She smiled and told me that she thought I was handsome. I got her into my car. With a sense of purpose, I did my best to rush home. It was the longest 20 minutes in my life. My body was tingling. On fire. It was burning red hot with desire for my young lover.

It was already after midnight when we arrived at my cottage. I led Jessica to my door. We walked inside. I closed the door behind and turned to my little girl. My desire was at a fever pitch. I pounced on her. Pushing her into the wall, kissing her deeply. Our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. I grabbed her ass in my hands and picked her up. She felt as light as a feather. Jessica put her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my torso, holding onto me as I held her firmly against the wall. I ground my crotch against hers while we kissed. 

Holding on to my young lover, I carried her off to my bedroom as we continued to passionately kiss. I carried her passed the bed and into my bathroom. I let her down and we stripped our clothes off. Jessica was completely naked. And the only thing I kept on was my strapon. We were a contrast of body types. Hers was so young and trim and feminine. Mine was older, stocky and masculine. Jessica looked around.

"You have a beautiful bathroom!" Said Jessica as she admired the jacuzzi sized tub and the ornately tiled shower, encased in glass.

"Thank you. C'mon babe." I said as I opened the shower door.

I turned the water on. I got it nice and hot. The water felt good hitting our naked bodies. I took Jessica into my arms once more. I pushed her against the wall of the shower. Never have I wanted to be inside someone so badly in my life. I took my cock in my hand and guided it to her tight little opening. Jessica moved her hips forward. The bulbous head of my strapon disappeared from view as it penetrated her young body.

She gasped as she felt my cock slide inside her tight little body. Adrenaline was surging in my veins. I grabbed her firm ass in my hands and picked her up again. Jessica wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist holding onto me. She felt so light in my grasp. I started to thrust my hips into her. My young lover let out a moan. Pressing my lips to hers, we kissed. It felt good to be inside her. Two bodies, young and old, merging together as one. I penetrated her slowly with long deep thrusts. I buried my cock deep inside her delicious body. The steam from the shower added to the heat of our passion. Using her legs to pull herself into me, Jessica's hips crashed down into mine in unison.

"Oh, fuck! That's it baby. We're one and the same." I said to Jessica.

My arms were starting to get tired. It was getting harder to hold onto Jessica's wriggling body. I took a few steps and pushed her against the back of the shower, pinning her against the wall. I began to increase my tempo, pumping my hips faster and harder. I was like a jack hammer pounding away at her. My 19 year old lover was moaning loudly now. Her arms were clasped tightly around my neck.

I was in a near state of euphoria as I made love to my beautiful baby girl. Our bodies were dancing on the edge of ecstasy. I could feel Jessica's body starting to tighten. I pulled my cock out as far as I could and then slowly driving it into her. I buried it deep inside her tight pussy. I rocked her body up and down with micro thrusts. Her pussy tightened around my cock as she began to cum. I locked my lips against hers, kissing her fully. Our tongues danced, as Jessica's body stiffened while she came. Slowly, I eased both of us down. I was on my back on the floor of the shower and she was on top of me, straddling my body. Jessica continued to impale herself on my ever hard erection. 

"That's it baby. Keep on going. I want you so bad baby!" I said to her.

Jessica said. "Oh my god! I can't believe I'm doing this!"

Encouraging her, I said. "Don't think about it baby. Just enjoy it. Take me inside your beautiful body!"

Jessica closed her eyes and arched her back as her hips crashed down into mine. She kept my cock deep inside her. Her full breasts were heaving right in front of me. Like a magnet, my hands were drawn to them, cupping them in my hands and massaging them. I pinched her nipples lightly. Jessica started to moan again. Her tempo was building. I put my hands on her little waist, guiding her down on my silicon dick. I was in a euphoric state. I still couldn't believe that I was having sex with such a beautiful young woman. I could feel my lover sliding up and down on my ersatz erection. She was pounding herself against me like the waves crashing against the rocks.

While making love to Jessica, I fantasized about us being a couple. I wanted to be her man so badly. I wanted to cum inside her tight young body and impregnate her with my essence so that she could bear my children. It was such a silly thought. Just the fantasies of an old butch woman.

I lifted my right arm up, putting my hand around the back of Jessica's neck. I pulled her head down until she was nose to nose with me. I raised my head up slightly. My lips touched hers. I gave her a light kiss. I flicked my tongue against her lips. She pursed her lips as my tongue entered her mouth. Jessica's hips were coming down hard into me, her rhythm quickened while at the same time her breath shortened.

I broke off our kisses and said to her. "C'mon baby. That's it! I want you to cum for me!!!"

That encouragement was enough. Jessica came for me for a second time. Her body was spent and she collapsed on top of me. I withdrew my cock from her wet limp body. I felt so happy, so fulfilled. She was mine and I was hers. I tenderly kissed my young lover. We laid on the shower floor for several more minutes, making out and letting the heat from the water and steam sooth our worn out bodies.

We dried off and went to my bed, collapsing naked in each other's arms. I held my little girl tightly in my arms. I never wanted to let her go. She was my world now. I drifted off to sleep only to wake up several hours later. I could feel my 19 year old's firm naked body against mine. Jessica was sound asleep. Feeling her soft warm body against my own was making my body tingle again. I pulled the sheets off and admired her beautiful body in the silvery moon light. She was so young, so beautiful just lying there beside me.

Feeling extremely horny once more, I withdrew from my tight embrace of my young lover. I positioned gently positioned her on her back. Jessica was still sound asleep. I sat at the foot of the bed for a few moments, wondering if I should wake her for another round of love making. I decided to wake her in a most pleasant and novel way. I moved up on the bed, positioning myself between Jessica's legs, spreading the apart in the process. My head was desperately close to her sex. I closed my eyes, inhaling her sweet scent. It was intoxicating. 

Hungry for Jessica, I licked my lips. I lowered my head until my lips were touching the lips of her womanhood. Tenderly, I kissed her young body. Jessica moved slightly. I looked up. She was still asleep. My focus returned to her tight little pussy. I began to kiss her sex as I would kiss her luscious mouth, with passion, lust and desire. My tongue circled around her pussy lips before finally I drew it across her tight little slit. I could taste her juices on my tongue. I started to lap up her moistness.

It didn't take Jessica long to wake up and find me between her legs, eating her out. She propped herself up with one arm while she guided the other one down towards my head. With her free hand, she caressed my face and then ran her fingers through my short salt and pepper hair. At that point, I dived in. I took her pussy into my mouth. Jessica let out a soft moan. I began to suck on her sex gently. She started to moan a little louder now. I flicked my tongue against her pussy lips. Jessica continued to stroke the back of my head. I looked up to see my young lover, she was in a state of bliss, just lost in the moment. 

In the moonlight, I could see Jessica's eyes staring down at me making love to her with my ravenous mouth. There was an intensity in her stare. She was focused on me and the pleasure I was giving her. Her hand caressed my head tenderly. We were sharing a moment together where two souls were meeting and becoming one. I slowly drew my tongue inside her young body once more.

"Oh my god! You're so good at this! Don't stop. Please don't stop!" Said Jessica.

Wanting to please my little girl, I continued my assault on her pussy. I drove my wet tongue deep inside her. I could taste more of her delicious juices. Then I withdrew my tongue and flicked it at her clit. Then I gently nibbled on her pussy lips before I kissed her pussy once more. Jessica's breathing was becoming erratic. She was on the verge of climaxing. I took my tongue inside her again, wriggling it wildly inside her tight young body. Her body convulsed and tightened.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Said my young lover.

A torrent of juices flowed freely from Jessica. I readily devoured her succulent body. She tasted so wonderful to me, she tasted like pure unadulterated sex. Her body continued to spasm for several more minutes as I ate her out. Once the fire inside her had subsided, I crawled up towards her and kissed her on the lips. I let her taste the residue of her juices on my lips.

"You're such a little firecracker baby. I just can't get enough of you! I want to have you all the time!" I said to her.

Jessica smiled at me and said. "You are so amazing! I've never been with someone like you, like ever!"

Smiling, I kissed her and said. "Well baby, I'll take that as a compliment.

"Can I be honest with you?" asked my young lover.

"Sure." I said.

With some trepidation, Jessica said. "I just can't believe that I'm here with you and that we had sex together!"

"Why is that?" I asked.

"There's like so many reasons." She said.

"Tell me babe." I said.

Thinking for a moment, Jessica said. "Well there's the fact that you're a woman is a big one. I'm not gay and have never considered myself gay! And you're like so much older than me for another!"

Amused, I said. "I know baby. But you can't deny that there's an attraction between us. You know that I'm crazy about you! You can't tell me you don't feel something?"

"I know! I do! It's just kinda confusing for me. I've never been attracted to a woman before." She said.

I smiled reassuringly at her. "I know baby. I just want to be the man in your life. I want to take care of you baby!"

Jessica smiled at me. I leaned in and gave her another passionate kiss. I was still horny. I reached over to the nightstand, to where I had put my strapon. I put it on. My little baby doll was on her back, waiting for me expectantly. I was on my knees above her with my erect phallus just begging to be inside my young lover. I fell on top of her. Jessica spread her legs wide apart.

"Oh my god! I want you inside me so bad!" Said Jessica.

I smiled and said. "Oh baby, I want to be inside you too!"

I grabbed the shaft of my cock and guided the head to her tight little opening. I slowly penetrated her. I kissed her fully at the same time. Jessica moaned into my mouth. There I was, on top of her. Slowly making love to her once more. I could feel the resistance as I drove my cock deep inside, burying it to the hilt. She let out another moan. God, she was so tight and yet so desperately loose! I let the full weight of my body fall on Jessica. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I began to thrust in and out of her.

As we kissed passionately, I knew that I wanted her and I to become a couple. I wanted to love and take care of her, to be there for her. To be her man. Her sugar daddy. I wanted her to be my woman. But at the same time, I knew that it was silly to think that would happen. She was a nubile, young and sexy girl with her whole life ahead of her. I on the other hand was a slightly out of shape, old woman at the twilight of mine by comparison. I didn't think that our relationship would last. She would want a normal life, a family and children. Things that I couldn't give her.

The thought of that upset me. In fact, I was a little angry. With adrenaline rushing through my veins, I man-handled Jessica. Without a word, I turned her over onto her stomach. I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass up into the air. Jessica was on all fours. I took my cock and drove it deep inside her tight sex. I held on to her hips and began to thrust hard and deep into my young lover. I pounded her relentlessly, ramming her harder and faster. Jessica's arms dropped and she buried her face into one of my pillows. My hands held firm to her hips as I continued my assault on her from behind.

Slowly my anger subsided. I knew that I couldn't be mad at her for something that may or may not happen. For now, her whole body belonged to me. My animal lust was in full control. I loved taking a woman doggy style. It gave me such a feeling of power and control over them. I looked down to admire Jessica's gorgeous tattoo on the small of her back and her firm little ass bouncing against my stomach. She was such a hot little thing! I was working her over hard. My whole body was drenched in sweat. All of my sweat was dripping onto Jessica's firm body, making it glisten in the moonlight.

Jessica moaned loudly with each thrust. My body was tingling with pleasure. I moved my left hand from Jessica's hip to the small of her back. I moved my hand up her spine, to her back, then up to her neck. My fingers combed the back of her head. I grabbed her silky soft hair and pulled Jessica's head back, forcing her back to arch. It got me even hotter. I was in full control of my her. My tempo continued to build at a feverish rate. My 58 year old body desperately desired to merger with Jessica's 19 year old body.

"Oh shit that's it baby, take it! Take it all! You're so fucking hot!" I said.

She responded by moaning even louder now. Like a jack hammer, I pounded her. I could feel more resistance as Jessica's pussy tightened around around my ever hard cock. I continued to thrust into her. I was desperately close to cumming as well. I let go of Jessica's hair and pulled my left hand back down to her hip. I continued to fuck her for several more minutes. Then, as I felt myself climax, I drove my cock deep into Jessica, burying it all the way into her young body. My juices erupted, leaking all over my harness. I stayed inside her for several minutes, not moving, just keeping my cock deep inside her as I finished cumming. 

Once I was finished, I collapsed on the bed. I was dead tired. I wasn't used to having so much sex with a woman in one night. I removed my harness and threw it off to the side. Jessica and I laid there completely naked. Her firm young body and my stocky older frame wrapped around each other in an intimate embrace. It felt good to know that for an old woman like me, I could still keep up with a girl almost 40 years younger than me. We kissed passionately. God she made me feel so young and vibrant. I knew that I would do anything I could to hold onto my little girl. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

I awoke the next morning to find Jessica still in my arms. I felt content and happy. She was everything that I wanted in a woman. She was sweet, sexy and very feminine. We had connected in the most personal and intimate ways. I knew that I wanted her to stay with me, but I also knew that she had to go home with her parents soon.

Jessica and I spent the next few days together. Her parents never found out about us spending time together. On her last day on Aruba, we talked. Neither of us knew what the future would hold. We both promised to visit each other when we could. What happened afterwards is a story for another day... 



Stranded Ch. 02



Dear Reader,

Thank you for the votes... and the encouragement... it prompted me to write the second chapter right away...

Now that the setting has been put in place, this chapter is much more explicit than the first... and hopefully you will enjoy that fact too.

Again, this is a sex fantasy so allow me the unrealistic nature of the story!

Please keep on voicing your comments it will motivate me to write more...

Finally, please show you care and vote.

1000dreams

*****

Jackie walked into the living room cautiously. She had slipped on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. She was still struggling to regain her breath after the panic that had overtaken her a few minutes earlier. Apparently, the man had not managed to completely sit himself up. He was leaning to the side on one of his huge arms. "An arm..." the thought brought Jackie back to the previous night's heated encounter and in an instant she felt herself getting excited. "No way!... Why am I reacting this way?" The blood rushed to her head with embarrassment and she could not find the strength to lift her head to look into the eyes of the stranger. How would she ever be able to face him?

Her nudity haunted her. She had forgotten long ago her physical needs and now they where surging back with a fury. Jackie had only been nude in front of one other man in her life and knowing that the man in front of her had seen her naked put her in a daze. More than a daze... She was in some sort of a trance where the only thing that mattered was the heat slowly overtaking her body. It was swelling between her legs; it rose to flush her neck and she felt as if a fever had numbed her mind. She could not look up to meet his gaze because she feared that he would detect the yearning in her eyes.

"Hey Lady," said the man, "what's your name?"

"Jackie," she whispered.

"Well I am..." the man froze mid-sentence. "I am..." he could not finish the sentence clearly unable to recall his own name.

"Anyway... I cannot sit up, could you help me?" he changed the topic abruptly.

Jackie acted without a word. She grabbed a couple of big cushions from the nearby couch and brought them closer. He was now leaning forward on both of his elbows as she tried to wedge the first cushion behind his lower back. She needed to lean into him to do so and the contact with his skin only accentuated her longing for him. Without realizing it, she began to rub against his back and shoulders. In this position he was already over half her height. She leaned in with her torso to help him up and she loved the sensation of her breasts rubbing against his skin through the fabric of her t-shirt. Her nipples were erect and sensitive to the soft caress of the cotton. The little humping poodle from the night before had turned into a purring kitten. Without any knowledge to her own actions, she was caressing herself against him.

Both pillows where now jammed behind his back but he was not fully seated yet. She would have to help him up further so she stepped in front of him and straddled his legs. She grabbed him and brought him against her chest. She cradled his head as she pulled him with one arm while she used her other arm to pull in the pillow behind him. As she was doing this she could not control the way her body gently stroked itself with his face. She lingered in that position enjoying the feel of his hot breath as it was blown into the fabric of her shirt.

The man was now seated and had regained the use of his arms. Jackie could not let go of him. She had been carried away by the touch of his nose and lips through her clothing. She was not fully in control of her own actions overtaken by her desires. She had reached that level of excitement where only the impending release mattered. "Hhhhh!" She needed to be touched. She wanted to be touched. The erotic trance had hypnotized her. She was now cradling his head with both arms.

The man gently reached up to her; petting her back as she rubbed herself against his face. Jackie was so enthralled by her desire that she did not connect the added stimulation to the actions of the man. She had closed her eyes and was being carried away by his strokes. Slowly she relinquished control of her body to his powerful hands. She leaned into his hands no longer able to stand. He was now in control; holding her up and lifting her as he kept on breathing into her t-shirt.

He was able to hold her up with one arm as the other reached around to hold her stomach. Very slowly, he started to set her down on his lap. She was still straddling him and her feverish face was now rubbing softly into his powerful pectorals. The man sensed the woman's craving; he could sense that she was overtaken by desire and that she was not really there with him. He could feel her heat through her clothes. Her carnal needs became his. He could not remember who he was but he knew that what he was experiencing was unique. He knew that very few of his past lovers had given in to passion in such a way. Her trance became his and he now needed to find out just how far she would go to get to that ultimate release. 

He gently grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it with one hand as the tip of the fingers from his other hand made first contact with her heated skin. The touch was electric and Jackie's eyes bolted open for a second before she closed them again as she leaned into him. A kitten, a cat, she curved her back to meet his hand pushing into him to seek his touch as her t-shirt was being lifted up. Skin-to-skin. The man gently petted her and pulled her into him at the same time. The tips of her nipples were lightly brushing against his skin. The heat of the friction was sending jolts of electricity up and down her spine.

The heat within her kept on rising too. She was straddling his thighs with her legs spread open. As she was nuzzling against his chest her pelvis was slowly gyrating on his legs. He could feel her liquid heat through the sweat pants and his massive erection was now wedged between them. 

He tenderly backed her away from him. He reclined her on his knees and once she was lying back one of his hands took hold of her breasts. He was so big compared to her that he could cover and stimulate both tits at once. She arched her back to meet his touch.

The index of his other hand hooked into the elastic of her sweat pants. Jackie lifted her hips to follow his lead. Her body reacted automatically. She brought her knees up to her chest as he finished undressing her by pulling her pants and her panties off in one swift move.

He grabbed both of her ankles with one hand and pushed them above her head. Her knees spread on their own accord and were now next to her ears. She was curved in a ball with her most intimate flesh fully exposed to him. If she had been aware, she would never have behaved in such a wanton way. But she was too carried away to care.

He used his other hand to touch her; first the thigh then the inner thigh next to her sex. She was on fire and started to move herself to meet his touch. When he brought the tip of his finger to her labia she jumped up and impaled herself with him. There was so much lubrication that his finger slipped right in. Foreplay was over. She needed to reach her orgasm now. Jackie contracted her muscles around his large digit and pulled it down with her. The little humping poodle was back. Again, she wanted it fast and furious. She was fucking herself furiously despite the restrictive position that she was in. 

At first, the man was too stunned to react and Jackie was finally going to reach the climax that she was craving. Her chest began to tighten up, her breathing was staggered, she was within reach now, just a few more seconds to go. Just a few more movements of the hips...

"Shhhhhh!" the man pressed down on her breaking her rhythm with his strength. She almost cried out in frustration as she was now pinned unable to move. No matter how much force she exerted she could not hump his finger any longer.

He held her there motionless for what felt like an eternity. The sensation of his invading finger drove her mad, she wanted more. She felt so full! 

He waited until he could feel the heartbeat in the tight sheath of her pussy start to slow down. When that happened, he started to withdraw and she tried to follow him by lifting her hips. He pushed her back down and waited. Slowly he started again... and stopped... she was not supposed to move. 

Jackie quickly understood who was in control. The fever was rising. She was hot... so hot. Was she even breathing? She wanted to feel good, so good. The craving was rising and rising. His finger was now moving in and out of her and it was the only thing that mattered at that point in time. The skin, each knuckle, the nail, in and out, in and out, each millimeter was bringing her closer to the edge. The finger was in control now. Finally it started building up speed. The heat of the friction rubbing at her inner core was carrying her to the sweet release.

"Oooooh!" faster and faster went the finger "Ooooooooh!" that was it! She could feel the floodgates opening... "Aaaaaaahhhhh!" She started shaking and convulsing. The feeling was so powerful. Her sex contracted and expanded around the finger. The man could feel the spasms at her core as a bolt of energy coursed through her. The climax would not end. Wave after wave kept on rolling in bringing her to pure bliss.

When he felt the contraction of her moist flesh come to a stop, the man slowly removed his finger. Time stood still.

Then Jackie began sobbing uncontrollably, her body jerked up and down as she was overtaken by emotion.

"Jackie?" asked the man.

The girl rolled off of him and ran back to her room.

To be continued...



Stranded Ch. 02



The characters in this story are all over eighteen and the age of consent, sex if it happens is consensual. UK English is the rule: if the spellings Mum, arse or colour annoy you, don't go any further, for the rest of you enjoy.

*****

It was very late morning, David Jones, picked up his phone, unlocked it, locked it, unlocked it, threw it on his bed in disgust. It had been six weeks since he and his younger sister had been stranded on a small desert island then rescued. They had argued, shouted, become annoyed at each other and then suddenly found themselves give way to a passion they never knew existed between them. Yes they had loved each other physically but had also found a new inner calmness within themselves just by being together.

At home, they had gone for long walks and found secret corners and hidden places to hold and kiss and explore each other anew. Soon though it had been time for Sarah to pack and leave for University. They had stood heads touching, saying a silent goodbye on their last day together. A sibling kiss in front of their parents and then Sarah was left alone outside her student hall, as the others drove away to the family home. Later that week Dave had set off for his final year at Durham University.

Dave sat on his bed and picked up his phone. He unlocked it yet again but this time found Sarah's number. He touched the dial symbol. The phone showed connecting, he placed it to his ear.

"Dave!" Sarah sounded breathless, "Dave, My God! I was just going to phone, are you alright?"

"Sarah, God yes I'm fine, you?"

"Yes good, I... Dave I miss you so much. I never thought I would but I do, please Dave tell me you feel the same?"

"Sarah I can't go on like this I need to be with you, I need to feel you hold me.."

"Thank God, Thank God, I wondered. I didn't know whether to phone, or text you. What the hell are we going to do?"

"I don't know, I can't see what we can do, I can't think straight, I just know I need you, so, so very much."

"Me too, I think of you all the time, I can't stop remembering what we did and how beautiful it was."

"Stop, this is too much, I really need to see you and soon."

"Are you seeing anyone at the moment?"

"No, I... there was a girl called Ellie before the holiday, but we hadn't been to bed as you know. I saw her on the first day back and let her go. I couldn't lead her on and after us there's nobody else I want to share a bed with."

"Me too, not that I had anyone sort of regular, well you know I was a virgin?"

"So, like me, you need some comfort and loving."

"I need your cock in my pussy, if that's what you mean?" he heard the chuckle and felt his cock hardening.

"Don't! I got hard hearing your voice, imagining being inside you is making my balls turn blue."

"I thought that was just a turn of phrase?"

"You should see my poor ball bag at the moment."

"I'd give practically anything to see your ball 

bag at the moment!"

"I want you, but it's more than physical, I mean I want to love you, but I want you here to talk to too! Does that sound right?"

"I know exactly what you mean, I'm getting so moist talking to you. I may have to go and sort myself out."

"Why go?"

"what?"

"Why go?"

"what are you talking about?"

"Listen I just got my cock out and I'm stroking it."

"Ohh you bastard!... mmm, I'm touching my pussy through my knickers, my skirts flipped up onto my lap, Ohhh that feels good."

"I'm so hard, I want to kiss you, then kiss your neck, your chest, your boobs, belly, pussy. I want to lick your pussy, slide a finger in, lick and kiss your clit."

"Ohhh! I want you to kiss me and touch me and I want to feel your chest under my hands, as you touch my tits."

Their breathing became irregular, faster, rapid and shallow.

"I'm going to come, I'm imagining it's your hand on my cock, I'm going to cum over your tits!"

"Cum on me, come over my tits, I've got two fingers in me and I'm rubbing my clit with my thumb, but it's your hand. Dave, Dave, DAAAAAAVVVVVE!"

"God Sarah! I'm.. ohhhh!"

Their breathing slowed until finally they were nearly back to normal.

"Sarah?"

"I'm here, did you..."

"Everywhere, loads and loads of it, more than I ever have, except with you."

"I thought I was going to pass out! I need to open the window, it's a bit sweaty in here. "

"We need to meet?"

"We do!"

"Where? When? How?"

"Do you have a lot on?"

"I have my finals to prepare for, I've got to finish and submit the final version of my paper."

"I have no exams yet, but there's a term paper coming up, I could come to you?"

"Could you come this weekend? It's a Bank Holiday, so we have an extra day."

"It's Wednesday, I can cut my lectures tomorrow and borrow someone's notes when I get back. Fridays a free day for me so I could come down tonight, or tomorrow morning."

"Oh God! Could you really, that would be so fantastic. I'm getting hard again!"

"You silver tongued charmer you! Yes of course, I'll get a train ticket online and let you know when I'm arriving."

"Please, please hurry, but be safe."

"Stay cool big brother, I'm on my way."

"Sarah, I love you..."

"I love you too, more than I ever imagined."

"Take care!"

"See you soon darling."

The line clicked off and Dave Jones sat there looking at the pool of cum on his flat belly, he grinned and threw his phone onto his bed, then crab walked across the bed to reach for the tissues he kept for just such occasions. He grinned as he mopped up the sloppy mess on him. He quickly wiped his cock, then slid his fist from base to head, causing the last dregs to dribble out, which he wiped away with a sigh. Half an hour later Sarah texted to say she was on the cross country train and would be with him in six hours. He sighed and smartened up his bedsit.

Throughout her journey Sarah texted Dave, updating him, he texted back, they kept up the contact, both because they wanted to and to ensure nothing happened that the other didn't know about. Finally Sarah texted to say she was about forty minutes out from the station, and Dave let her know he would be heading for the station to wait.

Sarah jumped from the train as it was still coming to a halt. This section of line used older slam door carriages, which were operated by the passengers, instead of the newer electric ones operated by the driver. She looked up the platform, her bag lodged firmly across her shoulder. She saw him, waving, jumping up and down, shouting her name. She ran towards him and jammed her ticket into the automatic ticket barrier. 

Seconds later they were mouth to mouth , bodies rammed against each other, holding, hugging, kissing, much to the amusement of the people around. Everyone loves lovers, and they were clearly lovers who were very much in love. Taking Sarah's bag Dave lead her out the station. It was now nearly eight in the evening, so they walked to a pub and had a meal and a beer. Arm in arm they strolled through town up the hill to his flat in a small block near the Castle, University and Cathedral.

At Dave's they were hardly inside before they were all over each other. Soon in a tangle of clothes and bedding they came together, Dave's cock sliding easily into his sisters welcoming vagina. Her urgent need to be filled by him evidenced by her thrust towards him as he entered her soft wet folds. She groaned with pleasure as his prick slid inside her, like a well honed move they'd practised for years. He gasped as he felt himself slide inside her warm moist silky walls. They kissed, he searching for her breasts, she clamping hold of his buttocks, they thrust hard and shamelessly at each other, clawing, grasping holding. They locked mouths and traded tongues, each aware that they had their eyes open, not wishing to miss a second of their lovemaking. 

Their thrusts were fluid as they moved in a sinuous dance, rolling over, she, kneeling up and moving over him, never losing contact. She rocked back on forth over his cock lifting and falling too until with a scream she climaxed as her walls undulated around his cock. Her movements were begging him to release his seed, which he did in copious amounts, flooding her womb, joining the juices she had produced that had made the union so smooth and painfree. She fell forward, he held her and lowered her to his chest. They lay tired, happy, spent.

"That was totally fabulous Dave, I needed you so much."

"You are so sexy Sarah, I came so much, my balls are empty."

"I know, I can feel it swishing around inside me. When that cock of your comes out there's going to be so much cum and juice, we'll drown."

"I took the precaution of leaving a towel your side of the bed, slip it under me then when I fall out, it will all run down me onto the towel."

"You perver, really?"

"God yes, your juices, mmmmmm, I may want to lick that pussy later, is that alright with you?"

"Interesting, well that's better than my friends boyfriends then. They say their other half's all try to get out of going down on them."

"Not me, I'm really looking forward to it. We didn't try before, but now I have to know what you taste like."

"Not sure I'm ready to try sucking your cock, is that okay?"

"Sure, when you're ready or never, I don't care."

"really? I thought all men wanted their cocks sucked?"

"We probably do, but to me, making love is more important than getting my cock sucked. But going down on you is a must."

"Ugghhh, why? I don't suppose it tastes very nice."

"Don't you know? Don't you play with yourself? Haven't you ever tasted your fingers after?"

"NOOO! Why would I do that? have you ever tasted your own cum?"

"Yes!"

"Woh!.. Really?"

"Sure, when I was younger I came in my hand and licked it up afterward."

"Ohhh! gross, what did it taste like?"

"Well a bit salty and a bit slimy, I only did it a couple of times, but it was okay.

"

"Hmmm, I'm not so sure I want to taste it, so you sure about this?"

"Absolutely, we can only do what we enjoy with each other, not just what only one wants, so if you don't like it when I go down on you,we won't do it again."

"Wow, you continue to amaze me, now, I think you're about to fall out so here, pop this under you, ohh that's nice."

Sarah giggled as Dave lifted his hips and also her since he was still inside her, when he placed the towel under him.

"Okay ready Dave?"

Sarah giggled and lifted herself up, squatting over his cock. Their combined juices slid out dripping over him, slowly dribbling down and onto his balls, as gravity took hold. As it slid on to the towel off his balls he giggled because it tickled. Sarah laughed then standing up, wiggled her hips allowing the last of it to drip onto his rising cock.

"No you can wait, I need to shower and clean up. Give me fifteen minutes." 

Scrambling off the bed, she placed a hand between her thighs and ran to the bathroom, giggling. Dave lay laughing, the last of the cum/lubrication having dripped onto the towel.

"I didn't mean you had to stay out there!" She yelled, as he heard the toilet flush, He stood and used the towel to wipe himself. 

Walking into the bathroom he saw her standing under the shower, water cascading down her sleek lithe body. Fascinated he sat on the toilet, watching her cleaning herself. She grinned when she saw his smile, and beckoned him over. Without hesitating he climbed in beside her and kissed her wet warm lips, 

"Here wash me slave," she said, grinning.

"Yes madam," he intoned deeply, bowing in mock servility.

"Make sure you get all the nooks and crannies," she giggled.

"Do you actually have any nooks and crannies?"

"I have no idea it just sounded a funny thing to say," she giggled.

He laughed and gently ran the soapy sponge all over her back, then bending, he soaped her bottom, she opened her legs and bent slightly forward. He washed her little star hearing her yelp as he did. With a giggle she she twirled round and he refreshed the sponge. He soaped and cleaned her pussy, then her navel, smiling he dropped the sponge and with bare soapy hands he gently washed her breasts clean.

"Mmmm, cheeky, " she said as they kissed, clasping him to her she pulled him closer. Soon washing was forgotten as they held and explored each other again. As the water cooled she urged him to turn it off. Which he did by reaching behind him for the control, without breaking their embrace. Finally they broke apart and stepped out, dried and walked back to the bedroom.

"So big brother, do you fancy tasting my pussy now?" she asked with a knowing look.

"Do you want me to?"

"Hmmm, I don't know, I think I would, but I won't guarantee I'll like it and I definitely won't be sucking your cock."

"Sarah, I told you, it doesn't matter. I want to kiss your pussy, do you want me to too?"

"Yes please, but if I ask..."

"I will stop immediately, but I'm hoping you don't."

"OK, how do you want me?"

"Lie down on the bed and let your beautiful legs hang over the end, yes like that. Now relax, ready?"

"I don't knooooow, Oh Wow! Oooh God, I... Dave, I can't believe you're actually... I... Ohhhhhhhh, Oh God don't stop that, I... I..."

Sarah's voice trailed off and her body's reflexes took over, she widened her legs, her hips flexed as Dave licked, kissed and sucked on her sex. Gently moving his fingers he slowly peeled back her labia all puffy and flushed, revealing her inner beauty. His mouth moved down on her. He found her taste amazing, the musky smell intoxicating, the feel unbelievable, the sight of her just beautiful. Her talking had stopped, her moans now frequent. Her legs had widened and her juices flowed. 

He lapped the nectar up and used his tongue to push into her entrance, hearing her scream with delight as he wiggled it around. Then covering his fingers in her delicious sticky juices, massaged them around the folds of her clit, seeing it emerge from the hood. He kissed it fleetingly, her juices pouring out of her vagina as she orgasmed above him. He carefully inserted a finger and slid it in and out, whilst still licking and kissing her. One became two, became three, she was now openly rolling her hips against his hand, groaning with pleasure. Dave enveloped her clit with his lips and sucked, putting initially gentle pressure on it, as he drove his fingers in and out.

With a scream her legs scissored round his neck, pulling him against her pussy, he thrust the fingers into her and sucked harder on her clit. Her pelvic thrusts were harder and more frequent and he felt as is he was being crushed. Breathing was difficult until she shuddered and cried out his name, before relaxing and allowing her legs to open.

"Please stop, please stop, it's too much, too much, Oh God! That was so amazing. I thought having you inside me was best, but now..."

"well the good news is you don't have to choose you can have both, as many times as you want."

"I want, I want.." she panted, ruffling his hair with her hand.

He hauled himself over her and lay by her side. Tentatively she sniffed him, wrinkling her nose. He moved closer and attempted to kiss her. She shrank back, he grinned and bent to kiss her breasts. She laughed and he moved up to her lips, catching her unawares. Seconds later she was glued to his mouth, her arms trying to wrap around him. He touched her breasts lightly, feeling her nipples and the pinky surround erecting and crinkling. She sighed into his mouth. The kiss seemed endless, before she finally broke away with a smacking sound, their lips close but apart.

They lay there, eye to eye, not blinking, drinking in the other, enjoying the moment. Time passed, but they were not aware, soon they moved under the duvet, holding each other until they slept. laced together, arms and legs under and over each other. They slept so well they missed the sunrise until a small ray arcing across from the not quite closed curtains tickled their faces. 

"Morning sleepyhead, sleep well?"

"Morning my lover, yes I did, did you?"

"Unsurprisingly yes I did, but I'm..."

Sarah's mobile began to ring and vibrate. She sat quickly, reaching for it from the bedside table, face lobster red, Dave raised an eyebrow and she raised a finger to his lips. She accepted the call and place the phone to her ear.

"Hi Mum how are you?" She sang into the mouthpiece. 

Dave reddened and mouthed "Mum" at her, she nodded, grinning as she saw him mouth "Fuck" back.

"No, I'm fine, how are you and Dad? Good, how about Dave? Really, no we exchanged texts a week or so ago, no he said everything was okay. I know he's looking to get his final paper approved for submission, oh! Is he? I didn't know." She winked at him and grinned as he mouthed "you little liar!" back at her, trying not to laugh.

"Well I thought I'd stay down here in Plymouth over Bank Holiday, no I have stuff I can do. What!!" Sarah's face reddened and she sat back against the headboard with a loud bump. Dave raised an eyebrow and spread his arms out in a "What Now?" gesture.

"So you're planning a surprise visit to Dave to take him out for a meal at the weekend? That'll be nice, I know my brother loves surprises. Yes it will cheer him up, I know he's not seeing anyone at the moment so you and Dad will give him a real lift. What? No it's not unusual nowadays for siblings to share that sort of detail with each other. I don't know that Mother! Honestly how would I know if my brother were sleeping with anyone? Yes we'd allude to a relationship being deep or serious, but not whether we'd actually slept or are sleeping with someone."

Dave hit the palm of his hand to his forehead and lay back on the bed shaking his head. What on earth was his mother doing and saying. He looked pleadingly at Sarah, who grinned and blew a kiss. She listened patiently to her mother, making a little yapping motion with her hand. 

"Uh Huh! OK, Yes, well I think it's a brilliant idea, in fact, I have no lectures Friday and it's the Bank Holiday, so bugger the work, I'm officially inviting myself along, although I might just ask you to help me with the fare." 

Dave's face lit up and he ran his hand along her leg, which she moved towards him, opening up her pussy to his gaze. Grinning, Sarah winked at him and wrapped her free hand round his rising cock.

"Right Mum, there's something just come up and I really need to get to grips with it, yes you sort it out; but meet me at the station Friday afternoon, I'll text you the time. Fantastic look forward to it. Bye Bye, Bye."

She clicked the phone off and rolled over him, pushing him down flat, as she swung her leg lazily over him.

"I think I just saved our lives, now fill me up big brother and take me to heaven again." She started rocking and pushing as he lifted his head to kiss her lips. She moved down and her breasts were slightly hanging as his hands closed over them, she murmured in delight.

As they broke away he grinned at her and asked,

"What's the plan Stan?"

"We have today to talk and discover each other in far more detail, then tomorrow we'll deposit me at the station half an hour before they arrive. I'll catch up with them, we'll knock on the door. "Surprise!" Look of amazement on your gorgeous face, come in, come in! This is wonderful, blah, blah, blah."

"You thought this up like that in the instant?"

"Of course, I'm a women, oh and when we start to talk about hotels etc. you say why not cut down on costs, Sarah can stay here and I'll sleep on the couch."

"Brownie points all round, you for coming to cheer me up, me for putting up my little sister at some inconvenience to myself. You are a devious woman, but I love you for it."

"You are really loving me now and I think I feel the wondrous beauty of an orgasm beginning to move inside meeeeeeeeeeeeee, oh Wow! YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"




Stranded Ch. 02



Sarah moved and twisted and rocked and squirmed on his cock, rubbing her clit against the shaft and his groin. The effect on Dave was to move him quickly to orgasm, his cum splashing into her tight love canal. His mind blanking as his hips rocked. Sarah, lost in the mind blowing orgasm she'd induced rolled forward and flattened herself against him. Several minutes passed before they began to breath normally. Sarah sat up on Dave and ran her hands over his abdomen and chest.

"Fuck, big brother, you are so good, I thought I was going to take off then. I'm knackered now though, sleep time," she felt Dave slip the towel under him as she lifted off.

Grinning she crouched over him, but low enough to rub herself against his wilting cock, feeling the juices from their cum dripping onto him. She wiggled again and slipped down by his side, seconds later she slept her arm over his chest and a leg over his thigh. Dave sighed and closed his eyes.

Later they woke and kissed, then slipped into the shower together. After thoroughly washing each other, they dried off, dressed and headed for the kitchen. Half and hour later they were munching bacon sandwiches and drinking steaming mugs of coffee.

"So what are Mum and's plans then."

"Well they are leaving early Friday morning to drive up here, meeting me at the Station about three thirty-ish, depending on when my train comes in and then they plan to arrive mob handed to surprise you. They'll stay over Friday 'til Monday and drop me at the station on their way back and I go on to Plymouth."

"Perfect, we can do this can't we?"

"Yes my love we can, we'll be perfect siblings, and Mum and Dad will go home full of love and pride at their offspring,"

"I hate this deceit, I wish we could tell them, just get it out in the open, I..."

"Me too, but we may have to see how the land lies and maybe take a chance and tell them, it may work in our favour."

"I hope so, I really do, but you're right, for the moment, we'll be the perfect siblings, do you want anymore?"

"Tea, bacon or you?"

"The only thing I can't give you right now is bacon."

"You it is then, come on stud, you can do that licky, sucky thing you do."

"Can I finish my tea?"

"Kiss my arse!"

"How vulgar, I may bite it instead,"

He lunged for her and she screamed and jumped away shrieking, running along the short hallway. There was a brief chase, before he pulled her backwards onto the bed, more giggles, shrieks and then moans drifted out from the room. then a silence, then more moans as he mounted her missionary style, bringing them both to another series of orgasms. They lay together and held each other in silence. After some time he kissed her lips lightly.

"Sarah, what do you want from our relationship?"

"Relationship, is that what this is?"

"It's not just the sex is it, well it isn't for me. The sex is great, stupendous, but I love this, just being together, lying still, hearing you breath, feeling you near me."

"No it's not just the sex, but it is good I agree. We need to think where this is going, because every minute we are heading deeper and deeper towards..."

"A lifetime together, is that what you're thinking?"

"I think so, I can't see me wanting anyone else, not if I feel this way, this constant need to feel you near, hear you speak, feel your love." 

"So, we need to think of how this will work practically once I finish, and then when you finish."

"What did you plan to do, before us?"

"Find a job, or see if I could do a Masters, I was unsure what I wanted."

"And now?"

"And now, all I can think of is, what will Sarah want, how can I be near her, what would I do if we can't be together."

"Shit! That's how I'm feeling. God brother of mine, we're so screwed if we can't resolve this."

"Would Mum and Dad be suspicious if I looked for work or a College place in Plymouth?"

"It would seem to rather rub their noses in it, or at least flag up a great big warning symbol."

"Right, right, I see that, but I don't want to be six or seven hours away from you."

"me neither but Dave, we need to be honest about this. I am so completely in love, I probably shouldn't offer any options, because they'll be skewed towards putting us together as much as possible. We both want it, but we need to be careful how we handle it."

"Let's not dwell on this at the moment. Suffice to say, neither of us is about to make a truly rational decision, Perhaps we need to just go with the flow over the weekend and see where it leaves us."

"OK, let's just live in the moment."

"Wheeew!"

"What are you like, come on let's get this place tidy,"

"But not too tidy, I'm a young man living away from home, catering for myself, cleaning or not. No lady touches this pad..."

He stopped as the front door bell rang.

"Wonder who that can be, hang on..."

Dave pulled on his robe and slipped out to the door, he heard the bell again and shouted,

"Coming!"

He opened the door and stopped, his smile vanishing as he looked at his parents standing in front of him.

"Mum, Dad..."

"Hi honey, we're home!"

His Mother kissed his cheek and walked in, looking at the apartment with a grin. Paul, Dave's Dad, patted his shoulder, then gripped it turning Dave around, a gentle push in the back propelled him forward towards his Mother.

Dot Jones stood in the hallway by the lounge door grinning, she looked towards the two doors at the end of the short hallway.

"Hi Sarah, it's Mum and Dad, you can come out now."

They heard a gasp then a short expletive before the bedroom door opened and Sarah emerged in a knee length top.

"Come on Honey, let's sit down and talk, I think we need to, don't you?"

Sarah nodded and looked past her Mother to Dave, he looked completely dumbstruck, but brightened at her quick grin. "Alright," he mouthed, she nodded, her Father grinned and nodded back. They trooped into the lounge and Dave and Sarah sat together on the sofa, hands clasped tightly. Their Parents sat in the arm chair, Dot on the seat, Paul on the arm.

"Well this is cosy isn't it, very cosy, so who's going to lead off, Dave can you explain why your sister is here, a day earlier than we arranged? In your bedroom, obviously in your bed, huh, tell me honey, what's going on?"

Her smile slipped for a second, then returned.

"Mum, Dad, I can't lie to you, Sarah came here last night, because I begged her to, we're lovers, in love, I can't explain it, we love each other. But if there's any responsibility it's mine, I'm the eldest and should know better."

"I love Dave and there's no question of him being responsible, we're adults and we share any blame equally. I went into this voluntarily, well as voluntary as my heart allows."

"Baby, you're what eighteen, nearly nineteen, you're an adult in the eyes of the law, but really you're a young girl in a woman's body. Dave I don't blame you, I don't expect this is coercion, but as the elder brother, I am disappointed in you."

Dot, reached upward and held Paul's hand.

"Guys were feeling a bit bruised and battered at the moment, it's a shock to find your children are adult and sexually active, worse still to find them active with each other."

"Dad..."

"Sarah, my little princess, it's okay, I expect you have a million conflicting feelings at the moment, what say we have some tea, Dave and you slip some clothes on and we try to unravel this?"

They nodded and stood, as Dot and Paul stood, suddenly they grabbed their parents and hugged them, tears fell from their eyes. Arms held and stroked, patted and soothed. Dot kissed Dave's cheek and shushed him, tears streaming down her face. Paul enveloped Sarah in a gentle bear hug, swaying slightly and kissing her forehead. After a while they separated and stood holding hands by the fingertips. Dave and Sarah went off, hands held to shower and dress. Meanwhile Paul and Dot checked out the kitchen and located mugs, a teapot and tea bags. Dot sniffed the milk bottle suspiciously as Paul grinned. She gave a wry smile, nodding,

"It's probably okay, it's about three days old, but it'll do."

Paul began to make tea as Sarah wandered in, unconsciously she went to her mother and slipped an arm round her waist. Dot's arm slipped round hers and gave her a quick squeeze. Dave appeared as the tea was being poured and he expertly held two mugs in each hand, gesturing with a nod to the lounge. They wandered back and he set the teas down, before sitting next to Sarah on the sofa.

"So, who's the storyteller?" Dot grinned and reached for her mug, taking a small sip. She nodded at the pair, who looked at each other.

"Well it started when we got stranded,"

"We just kind of ended up sleeping together, it was a surprise to us, we never really had any feelings..."

"Other than brother and sisterly that is.."

"Yeah I mean we never thought, you know..."

"We never fancied each other, but..."

"We just kind of clung to each other and suddenly..."

"It was crazy, we were just brother and sister but..."

"We're getting the picture, you sound like a pair of lovestruck teenagers, hmmm, Paul?"

"I think the thought of losing everything, of being alone brought you closer together, you may be confusing that with love and affection..."

"Dad!"

"Dave hear me out! I understand what you went through, it was traumatic, life-threatening perhaps. It was probably inevitable that you clung to the basic human instincts. Food, warmth, protection, desire. Not that I think you aren't in love, but the impetus, the driver was the fear of being alone. We all go there at sometime, but you had it in spades." He shrugged.

"We never intentionally did this to hurt you, please believe me."

"Sarah! your Father and I aren't hurt, or offended, we're confused, our orderly world disappeared when you two vanished, it was frightening, we clung together, it strengthened us too." She held Paul's hand.

"But, guys you have a mountain to climb, you must see that. The law says your relationship is wrong, criminal, exposure could mean prison for one or both of you, your mother and I only want to protect you, can you understand that?"

"Yes Dad."

"Yes Dad,"

"Okay, so where do you think your relationship is going, have you thought about what happens now, in six months, six years?"

"Mum, we began to look at the options this morning, we were going to spend today sorting things out, looking ahead, working out what we could do."

"But you ended up in bed?"

Sarah flushed and giggled, nodding. Paul grinned and Dot flushed too.

"Sorry Mum,"

"Don't be sorry, all relationships start like this, you become besotted, clingy, constantly needing the other, jealous of the other when apart. Don't look so confused, your Dad and I were your age, a while ago but we were. We skipped lectures, snuck back to our rooms..."

"Fucked like bunny rabbits."

"Paul!"

"Dad!"

"Oh come on! we were dreadful, we rutted like deer for the first year, don't deny it, we were as bad as each other. It was great, remember?"

"Of course, but we didn't come here to brag about spending a large part of our youth humping like whales, but you're right it was so exiting, I loved the fact we were naked in our rooms, enjoying each other when everyone else was working."

"Mum!"

Dave was grinning as Sarah's blush deepened.

"Your Mother has great boobs, they just get better as she gets older, but in her youth... Wow!"

"Paul, that's enough, or would you like me to comment on that lovely equipment of yours?"

"OK, truce, but you have a great body Dot, always have."

"Err, thanks, but can we get off the sex thing please?" Sarah pleaded.

"Sorry Honey, embarrassing huh?"

"A little, but good to know you and Dad are still in love." She gripped Dave's hand tightly.

"Well now, what have you decided so far?"

"We know we want to be together, but Dave's just coming to the end of his final year, so does he do a Masters or does he get a job."

"If I do a Masters I'll need to fund the day to day costs, since the tuition fees can be added to my student loan, but I either need to get a job for a year, sponge of you and Dad, or delay until I build up a reserve, or finally work part time in the evenings and weekends to fund my studies during the day."

"You said the alternative is to get a job, doing what?"

"Well that will depend on the results of my Degree, I need a First or a 2:1 to get a chance of Graduate Training, but I need to secure a job before the results, otherwise it's me and a hundred thousand others."

"And you'll do what?"

"Well I know of two or three companies who are recruiting, but again, I'm not sure I want to move to London or Edinburgh, there's nothing down in Devon at the moment."

"So you've considered moving down to be with Sarah?"

"Of course, but again, now you know I don't want to rub your noses in it."

"Don't worry about that, we're big enough and ugly enough to sort that out. Look now we know and I can't say I understand you two, but I can kind of see the attraction. Neither of you can hide your past from the other, so no dirty little secrets, that's a good start. But, what you're doing is against the law. That you have to live with day after day. That could grind you down."

"Hey ugly yourself, but Dad's right, this is not some glorious movie, there ain't no Happy Ever After. You'll have to be so careful, what about your cousins, aunts, uncles. When we have a family get together, how will you explain the fact you're both still single? You can't just say you're together can you?"

"You're right, it won't be easy,but then again if it was, would it be worth it?"

"Hmmm, well you guys have a whole range of mountains to climb, more tea?"

They all nodded and Paul took the mugs and went to the kitchen, Sarah followed.

"Mum, I, we never meant to hurt you, we would have tried to keep a lid on it round you."

"I know darling, but unfortunately you have, but don't worry, it's already healing. Now when was the last time you vacuumed this place?"

"Ever practical huh!"

"You know me, if it stays still vacuum it, if it's wood or metal polish it, that's what makes my world go round, that and a good long hug from your Dad."

"I'll break out the polish, you dust, I'll vacuum."

"Oh doesn't the visitor get first pick?"

"Okay you win, we gonna be moving furniture?" he said in mock disdain.

"It'll be fun, never know what you might discover," Dot winked and grinned.

"Oh Mum! I love you so much." Dave stood and pulled Dot to her feet and hugged her tight.

"Dad, sorry, you know, not about loving Dave but all the other stuff." Sarah gazed adoringly at her Father. 

"C'm'ere kitten," Paul held his arms wide and Sarah walked in and placed her arms round him, snuggling into his chest. His arms wrapped her in him and he kissed the top of her head,

"Baby you know we love you and just want you to be happy, you never chose an easy path, but you always knew what you wanted. If Dave is your ideal, who am I to protest, after all he's a decent man and it's almost like I've known him all his life."

Sarah giggled and tapped her fathers back with her hands,

"Silly, I love you you know."

"I should hope so too, I love you too, very much and Dave as well, so everything will be okay."

"Thanks Dad, ohh ohh! Vacuum cleaner, Mums clearing up, don't stand still."

They broke apart and did a crazy dance round each other, as Dave and Dot looked on with grins. Ever since she was a toddler Sarah had danced when the vacuum was on, having been told Mummy would vacuum up anything standing still. They made tea and waited for the cleaner to shut down before taking the mugs into the lounge. Dot was on her knees with Dave cleaning the underside of the table, Paul lightly tapped Dot's bottom with his heel as he passed.

"Tea for the workers, luvverly and strong, c'mon get it while it's hot."

"OI! Cheeky, you leave my bottom alone. Tea oh good show. Right Dave, remember you need to dust under there at least weekly, and vacuum daily ideally."

"Hah! Like that's going to happen," Sarah chuckled.

"Yes mum, will do," said Dave earnestly.

Paul grinned and sipped his tea.

"Are you a man or a mouse?" he said,

"You gonna share that cheese?" Dave said looking at Paul, who grinned.

The morning soon became afternoon and they went into town for lunch. Paul insisted on paying and they settled into a local pub with a bottle of wine and some club sandwiches. They ordered another bottle and then walked back up the hill to the apartment. Inside they flopped into the available chairs.

"One thing has been puzzling me," Sarah said as she snuggled into Dave's side,

"How did you know I'd be here?"

"Yeah, Sherlock, how did you do that?"

"Elementary my dear Watson. Who pays your credit card bill?"

"You do Dad,"

"And who has electronic Banking, including the Credit Cards?"

"Ohh! Oh! I get it, you saw the entry for the ticket."

"Bingo, now your Mother and I have been a little suspicious of you two ever since we rescued you from that island."

"walking round bare arsed in front of each other, holding hands, long walks,"

"Dark corners, the whole "Normal Behavior" sctick, very suspicious,"

"So we set a little test, and you fell down spectacularly."

"Oh Dave! you should have seen your face when you opened the door!" Dot started laughing, as did Paul, Dave had a rueful grin and Sarah just blushed.

Dot lay back in the armchair, laughing until tears ran down her cheeks,

"It's not that funny, Mum, it's not that funny."

"But it is, oh Sarah it is!"

"Mum!"

This started Dot off again, Dave grinned then laughed, Sarah tried to remain stern but her Mother's laughter was infectious, soon she too was laughing.

They made tea and then the two women went shopping as the men began to trawl the internet for job options for Dave. Coming back they placed the shopping in the cabinets and cupboards, fridge and freezer. Dot put the kettle on and Sarah found the mugs.

In the lounge Dave and Paul were immersed in the screen and Dave had made copious notes, and Favorited many pages. They looked up as the tea came in and decided to pack the laptop away for now.

"Any luck?"

"Yes, there are a few options to work on, but it's becoming clearer."

Work or Masters?"

"Ohh! casually dismissive of the Masters Degree, not work at all!"

"You know what I mean?"

"Yup, well I'll look around a bit more, then you and I will sit down and thrash this out."

They drank their tea, each lost in their own thoughts.

"good, so what now?"

"Well Dad and I are booked in at a hotel opposite the old council offices. I think we'll go and register, what say we meet in town at about eight-ish and find a restaurant or bar and take it from there?"

"Sounds good, see you later."

They stood and hugged and kissed, then Paul and Dot made their way out. After waving them off Sarah and Dave came back into the flat.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, what a day!"

"And it's not over yet."

"True, wanna cuddle?"

"Are you kidding, I need a whole heap of cuddling, I nearly wet myself when I opened the door."

"I couldn't believe Mum calling me out."

"I'm glad they know, no really I am."

"Me too, it takes all the sneakiness out of it."

"C'mon then, let's go cuddle."

"In the lounge?"

"As if..."



Stranded Ch. 02



Beth and I had been stranded in the middle of the lake by a jealous boyfriend, naked and alone. We made it back to her apartment exhausted by the ordeal, overwrought by the experience, and overwhelmed by our new togetherness. Yesterday Beth was the star of my dreams but ever out of my reach, now today we were bound by the life threatening experience. I crashed on the couch and she went to her room as we collapsed for the night.

Beth woke me in the morning with a twinkle in her eye and had breakfast ready. As she pulled me to her table, she aggressively sat in my lap and watched me eat, distracting me with some judicious squirming. As my hunger was satisfied, my body was awakening. Beth couldn't help but notice my condition, and my eyes locked on her slightest move as she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt. If I looked just right I could see she was commando, I could see all the way down ....

Beth put two fingers under my chin and gently raised my head. I fell deep into those dreamy eyes as she said "you OWE me." She kissed me on the lips and guided me down to kiss her neck. Inflamed by the wonder I started kissing down to her cleavage and lower, getting more aggressive as my body sought the goal. Amazingly Beth continued unbuttoning her shirt, slowly, delaying me, frustrating my rush, but ever encouraging. Even after her shirt was completely unbuttoned, she didn't let her breasts free but guided me down, kissing her belly, going lower. Beth stood in front of me and ever so slowly started lowering her shorts, driving me crazy with the tease, but guiding me ever closer to paradise. As she stepped out of her shorts, she suddenly stood back, to my shocked disappointment... I would do anything as she flashed that mischievous smile and said "you OWE me."

Beth, the goddess, the star of every guy's fantasy, was naked in front of me. I gazed over the firm upright breasts, the flat belly, the long athletic legs, and stared open-mouthed, drooling, as I lost control of logic. I became aware of the restriction and discomfort, as Beth stared down at my bulging tent, trapped within my clothes. "Let me help" she said as she gently undressed me, freeing my erection, exposing my skin to the cool air, leaving me vulnerable.... She left me hanging as she left the room.

Beth returned with a towel and lotion as she repeated "you OWE me." She lay down on the towel and guided me to massage her back and legs, to work out the knots and kinks in her muscles from the strenuous rescue yesterday. As I worked from the ends to the middle toward her glutes, expecting reality to come crashing down any minute, I was shocked as she spread her legs for more personal attention ... And she turned over.

I was staring down at the body of my wildest fantasies, amazed at what nature had created, incredulous that we were naked and alone together. There's that mischievous smile again as she reached over to gently stroke my cock to full alertness. I finished massaging her tired arms as she continued to stroke me, then straddled over her to reach for the most incredible breasts I'd ever seen .... There was a sudden banging on the door and yelling.

Beth jumped up, practically knocking me over, looking horrified as she said "I forgot about my meeting." She wrapped the towel around herself, stuffed our clothes under the sofa and pushed me toward the coat closet. I was standing naked and exposed behind the louvered door as Beth let in her fellow newly graduated sorority alumnae. If I moved the slightest, they'd hear the hangars moving. The door was ajar so the slightest bump threatened to open it wide, exposing my nakedness to the whole group. If any of them came close enough to see through the louvers ...

Beth made excuses about sleeping in after her ordeal and being ready to shower but every time she tried to leave the room to get dressed, they blocked her way and headed her back. She was naked under the towel and they knew it. Beth endured the good natured ribbing of true sisters as they asked what her boyfriend would think. Beth's inhibitions relaxed as the sisters broke out the drinks. They finished their business quickly as Beth almost forgot her predicament. As the alcohol flowed and they all relaxed, they started telling stories. Holy cow, these girls were raunchy, and they didn't leave any details out as they described fulfilling their and their significant other's every kink. As my erection arose anew, I held my breath as it pushed the closet door more open, leaving me on the brink of discovery.

I could see Beth grow flushed from the excitement of the sex stories, of being naked in the crowd, and having it play out in front of me, secretly lurking behind the closet door. She locked eyes with me as her hand surreptitiously went under the table. Her legs opened to my hungry view as she started fingering herself, under the table, on the brink of discovery.

Finally the group finished up to leave. As Beth was showing them out, Rachel turned around and yanked off the towel. Beth shrieked as she fell past the brink, she was discovered, her secrets revealed, and she slammed the door.

The rush, the excitement, the stimulation turned Beth into an animal. She rushed to the closet, dragged me out and threw me to the floor. She jumped on top and impaled herself with a loud eager moan. She was ready, she was wet, she was already almost there, and immediately shifted into high gear, letting me kiss and suck on her breasts as she pumped and grinded, and squirmed, and moaned, louder and faster. I felted the waves of contraction as she started screaming, over and over ... until we collapsed, satisfied.

When my senses returned and I realized what happened, I asked "what will your boyfriend say? " my heart almost stopped as Beth turned those dreamy eyes on me, flashed that mischievous smile, and replied "you're my boyfriend, silly."



Stranded Ch. 02



I had no experience sleeping in a bed with anyone, so waking up next to Michael was interesting. He may have touched me the entire time I slept. I was feeling sensations I had never felt before. Somehow I knew I had ended my night by letting an older man screw me. I had frozen my ass off, but Michael had come to my rescue.

 Micheal's hands played across my body as I slowly woke. I considered what we had done and played the events of the previous night out in my head. I thought to myself, "you are a cheap dirty slut." My ass was a little sore, and I knew Michael had broken me in thoroughly. I felt his cum inside me, and remembered his climax. He seemed to remember that part too.

 He could tell I was awake. "Wake up Justin," he said running the tip of his hard cock down the crack of my ass. This was all so new to me I tensed up, but Michael told me to relax.

 "It's about 3 AM Justin. I've laid here waiting for you to wake up so I can hear what your decision is", Michael said.

 I did remember he wanted me to stay with him for the weekend, till sometime Sunday. He had even said something about showing me some kind of appreciation. There seemed a clear red line between being a total slut for letting some dude from Seattle fuck me for warmth and a half dozen beer, and being an outright whore. But there was apart of me that wanted rewarded.

 "You want me to stay here with you till Sunday."

 "Yeah for more fun like we already had."

 "You know I haven't ever done this before."

 "Yes I know, and that's why I plan to be extremely generous to you. Not just in bed."

 "You' have been so nice letting me stay but I feel funny about making that kind of deal."

 "It won't be like that."

 "How could it be that I wouldn't feel like a whore", he cut me off.

 "Stop, don't even think like that. The holidays are coming up it's perfectly natural for anyone to want to spoil their new lover." 

 "I don't want to make promises that I can't keep," I told him.

 "I won't make it that complicated", Michael said rubbing his erection up against my ass. "It's a once in a lifetime thing if that's what you decide."

 "You make it hard to say no.", I told him.

 "Please let me be in control for just one more day."

 Michael was pressing the head of his cock into me. "Just say yes and I'll take charge, just till Sunday."

 "Yes"

 "I need to cum now. I want you to lay kneel at the foot of the bed with you ass hanging over the end."

 He pulled me back to the end of the bed. I don't know whether it was the sex or the prospect of reward for doing what he wanted but I felt horny so I positioned myself the way he wanted. I felt my ass hole exposed to air and wondered at the new sensations this encounter was producing in me. I knew I couldn't make much sound in this motel room. The last thing I wanted then was a knock on the door.

 The implication was in my mind let me have whatever I want for just over a day of sex. The way he "said the words "in control' made me think he wanted rougher sex than we had already had. But I was ready to do this for him. The fact is it was the holidays and it had been years since that had meant anything more than food and relatives fighting. I was willing and just hoped that he was sincere. There was something about him that made me sure he would follow through with his promises.

 I had that pillow wrapped around my face for ten long minutes. He whispered a lot of sh it to me from behind. More than fully registered at the time. Compliments and soothing promises that this would be the best Christmas of both of our lives. He said I was the hottest fuck he had ever had and started bragging about how well he was going to spoil me. A dirty where I might be but at least Michael made me feel sexy.

 My intuition about his dominant streak proved well founded. Even in my darkest fantasies I had never dreamed of selling my body for money for days at a time to anyone. I thought I was pretty tough and could take it but Michael pushed me up to the edge of what I could handle. He was dominant and talked pretty dirty to me while we played. He whispered shit he was going to buy me for letting him fuck me and to my shame it made my cock hard and I wanted to earn all of it and more.

 It might have only taken two minutes, but I wasn't ready to give total submission at the two-minute mark. I figured out that my inexperience and his role in corrupting me to this path was a big part of why he liked me. At least that first time after I made the deal with him a little resistance only turned him on more.

 It ended in a sweet wet explosion. My defenses were worn away, my gate shattered, only the last Citadel remained. I submitted fully for the first time and he climaxed for what seemed an eternity. Every new pulse of his cum deposited neatly into my ass by his slowly weakening thrusts. I didn't want to spoil it for him but I was thinking what a huge load dude. I wasn't at the foot of the bed any longer. I had been pounced and pounded to the head of the bed and flipped once, I was on my back legs spread and pinned wide apart.

 I had fire inside me, and was writhing on the bed somewhere between pleasure and pain. And then he took my cock in his mouth. He earned my trust back over the next few minutes slowly and gently sacking me harder. My ass was dripping cum. Micheal wasted no time sacking my dick. I felt like he owed me on many levels so I put my hands down on his head and my cock erupted into his mouth. He gave me a real treat sacking me to completion and then easing down on the suction letting it slip out of his mouth.

 Laying on my back not even bothering to cover myself. For the first time I can remember I felt sexual satisfaction.

 After a few minutes in the bathroom Michael returned sitting next to me on the bed. He asked to turn on the light by the bed and I said sure. I want to ask you a few questions. He wanted to know what I had already.It was pretty embarrassing the list was so short. I had an aging desktop computer and 32 inch flat-screen that was about 5 years obsolete. A cheap feature phone not worth $20 bucks. 

 "What do you want for your best Christmas present.", Michael asked.

 "A new life.", I said. I immediately regretted saying it. It sounded so pathetic and I didn't think he needed to hear me moan about my problems. 

 "Maybe we can just fix the one you have. I'll leave you better off than the way I found you. Your obviously exhausted still, I want you to go back to sleep for a bit while I run to a couple of stores. I want to go before they get too busy. Pretend it's Christmas night you've got lots of boxes under the tree you just woke up a little early. Will you promise to stay here till I get back in 3 or 4 hours. 

 "I will stay"

 I rolled over and was back asleep before he left. I woke up a couple hours before he returned. I took another shower noting the wear my body was taking. Could I keep this up with him untitled Sunday? I was going to find away to make it work. All his stuff was there but I could never look in his bags.

 Michael had really taken control sexually, I wondered what could be wrong in his life. Knowing so little about him it was hard to guess but I knew he seemed to really loving the sex. After our last fuck he had seemed happier than I'd seen him.

 His return was no letdown. It was after 11:00 and I'd been starting to worry. He apologized and started making trips to bring bags up. Three trips total. I couldn't believe all the stuff he bought in so short a time. Laying barely covered completely naked under the sheet. I admit I started getting hard again, It didn't really matter to me what was in the bags.

 "Excited to see me?", he asked grabbing my bulge through the sheet. He managed to produce a nice wet spot in the sheet.

 "Very excited," I said spreading my legs apart and let him touch it.

 "You want me to show you some of your presents now?" There was more than I dared imagine in those bags, it made me a little nervous this cheap motel room was now filled with everything I could have asked for and more. Then he sits back down beside me rubbing my cock, "Can I ask just one more favor of you Justin. It's very naughty."

 "Naughty like last night?"

 "No this is much more naughty. I want to take you somewhere across town and show you off to a few guys. This is one of my biggest fantasies, and it will make me so happy if you come with me.

 "Where is this place?."

 "Its just down 6th Street a few blocks. It's a porn store and I will take you back into the video rooms. They have windows between the rooms. I want you to see how jealous the guys who watch us have sex get."

 "Michael I don't think I can."

 "We will start real slow and if I let anyone into the room you'll get to help pick them out. Besides this way you will know how to get sex after I'm gone. It's like a rite of passage, I had somebody take me to one years ago. That's why its such a hot fantasy of mine. You'll have fun I promise."

 Things were heating up. How much man on man debauchery was I going to have to do in the next 24 hours. Michael had a hold of my throbbing cock, through my new clothes, and had me ready for more sex. The thought of doing what he wanted was both nasty and hot and I needed to cum again soon.

 "OK ill go with you," I finally agreed. There was no way I was going to risk losing all my hard-earned presents. I was ready to submit myself into his fantasy.

 "Awesome", Michael took his hand away from my cock. "I want you to get nice and ready before we go. Come on into the bathroom I want to show you some of the supplies I got."

 I waked into the bathroom after him and showed me his supplies. A nice electric razor like a barber would use quickly removed most of my body hair. Michael allowed me to keep some of my pubic hair but the balls were clear-cut and shaved with a razor after. Then he had me sit down in front of him on the newspaper he has spread out.

 Michael never said anything about wanting to cut my hair, nobody was going to see my hairless body but my hair was somehow different. All I could do was submit to the hair cut and hope I liked the way he made me look. Luckily he knew what he was doing and it turned out OK. We were going within a block of where this adventure started. Sitting there waiting for my blind date I never would have guessed the kind of things that were going on so close.



Stranded Ch. 03



(Author's note. There is basically no sex in this chapter. Rather, it is an attempt to wrap up the situation we created in the last chapter. We realize no matter how this story ends someone isn't going to like it but that's okay, this is how we think it would. Anyway, you were warned.)

(Dorothy)

I looked up as Patti stood at the side of the bed, not hiding herself, but not the confident lover of just two minutes before. I looked at the bags in the tall man’s hands, mine, the ones I had left in the trunk of my Saturn. I knew his name, and said, as calmly as possible, “Hello, Matt. This is what it appears to be, but please let me explain.” Patti stammered something also, but I stopped her by rising and stood between her husband and her. 

He looked at my body as objectively as though I were wearing coveralls streaked with grease, as opposed to the body of a woman. There was no way to protect her, but I was willing, no, demanding to protect as much of her as I could.. I heard Patti rustling to wrap the sheet around herself.

Staring at her man, he appeared to be less tall, and also less angry than I would have imagined from the photos I had seen around their home. Various ages, many in military uniform, different color stripes and shoulder pieces of metal, the last a gold leaf. In nearly all of them the curved shoulder thing with the single word, “RANGER” The newest photos had him in the same Police uniform he was wearing now.

In a quiet, measured, professional voice, he suggested I dress. He turned, my bags still in his hands, what was half what I owned, a struggle for me to lift, he effortlessly carried as though they were filled with air.

(Patti)

As the figure in the doorway turned and disappeared down the hall I was able to break my paralysis and leap from the bed. I pulled the sheet around me, almost dumping Dot on the floor, and raced down the hall after my husband. I couldn't even call after him; my throat was so dry and tight it was painful. Running down the hall to the back door I almost went right through the kitchen. I skidded to a stop when I saw he was sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. 

I could think of nothing to say. What exactly is the correct opening line when your husband of 20 years finds you in bed with another woman, only hours after making love with you himself? In a daze I walked over and mechanically began to make a pot of coffee. I could not turn towards him until it finished. I put the cream and sugar on the counter and got two mugs down. Filling them I set them down on the kitchen table, followed by the cream, sugar and spoons. I made one cup as I knew he liked it and pushed it to him, fixing the other for me.

"Thanks," he said, in a voice that almost scared me because it was so calm. I expected yelling and screaming and accusations, not this. But then it was his way to get excited over small things. The bigger the crisis the deeper was the breath he took and the steadier he became. He took a sip of coffee and looked up at me. He opened his mouth twice and closed it each time without speaking. Our silence was broken by the faint squeak of that old loose floorboard in the hallway.

Dot, dressed in jeans and a top walked hesitantly into the room. After all, if she had ever found herself in a situation like this it probably was not with a man with a 9 millimeter pistol on his hip. At the same time her presence actually reassured me. Perhaps somehow she could think of something to say, something that would break the silence in the house before it consumed us all.

"Dorothy, for heavens sake, I have no intention of shooting you." A ghost of a smile flickered over Matt's face. "I'm sure Patti has made plenty of coffee for you to have a cup too." He sighed, almost with resignation. "Maybe I should I call before I come home. It might save problems in the future."

"Matt," I tried to begin. I could think of nothing else to say. I wanted to make some explanation, tell him I was overcome with a wild desire and a feeling that I had never had come over me. I wanted to beg for forgiveness. I wanted all of this to go away, everything except the memory of how Dorothy and I had made love that afternoon. I wanted to keep that and at the same time have everything else return to normal. I wanted him to be laughing and fixing a quick snack as he took a break, not sitting at the table with that empty look in his eyes.

(Dorothy)

I don’t know if his statements were meant to punish, Patti, or himself more, but I found my voice, and said, “Matt, you have no reason to believe a word I say, but I do not go around making advances at married women. I suppose you would be happy had I never seen the State of Georgia, especially this town, but don’t blame Patti. We were overwhelmed by something I can’t explain. If you think for one minute she is a wanton, you are terribly mistaken, and a fool.” Matt only glanced at me as I spoke, his eyes on his wife, the mother of his children, his life mate 

"Perhaps I am Dorothy," he said. "I will say I would feel less so if she were holding my hand right now instead of yours." I moved to one side as Patti dropped my hand. I felt a loss as the distance between us widened.

(Patti)

The impasse was suddenly broken as my husband's walkie-talkie went off. "Dispatch to 7-Lincoln we have a report of a major accident at Highway 27 and Crissom's Crossroads. Ambulance and Fire enroute. Report of multiple injuries."

He replied, "7L to Dispatch. Can anyone else handle this?"

"Negative," came the reply. "You're the only available unit and they need you there right now."

"7L to Dispatch. I'm enroute."

Matt rose to his feet. "I have no intention of issuing you an ultimatum Pat. No demands, no threats of 'Her or Me'." He ran his hand over his face and sighed. "It wouldn't be fair to back you into such a corner, either of you." he looked at Dot and then directly at me and for the first time I realized that was I saw in his eyes was fear. "I'll be back and I pray that you will be here when I do. If not..." his voice trailed off and he walked through the door without looking back. I heard the door to his car close and he was gone. Following the sound with my eyes I saw the emergency lights go on as he reached the hardtop.

It was after his lights and siren faded that I collapsed, sobbing on the kitchen table. "What am I going to do Dot?" I demanded. "I can't loose him; but at the same time I just found you and I know I can't have you both."

(Dorothy)

Sounding brighter than I felt, I asked her if she remembered, the film, Casablanca.? As she nodded, I told her, “I feel like Rick. I know you belong to him, you belong together. A part of me wants to take you with me in that truck...but, but,” stopping to swallow a tear before it formed for Patti to see, “That is another life we shared. In this one I know you are where you belong. I will NOT ask you to come with me. You may say yes, but I know at some time, some place you will realize you belong here.” Touching her lips to keep her from saying anything, I shivered at this perhaps ultimate caress. “I want you to have no regrets, ever.” I tried to make a laughing sound, and finally said, "The lines still fit. 'Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday'. Someday we would part because you will always know that man is waiting for you back here where you belong."

Silently, I went to the bedroom, looked around, memorizing every inch, taking the aromas into my soul, I packed and went through the kitchen to the truck, my bags from the Saturn safely stowed in the back bench. I found the envelope I had my money in and counted the $3,000 out. Going back to the house, I laid the cash on the counter, and took Patti into my arms, caressing her one final time. We kissed, not a passionate kiss, but a deep kiss of longing and fulfillment. I touched her cheek, turned, and was gone from her life forever.

Turning onto the blacktop in the same direction Matt had taken, I recalled the location of the accident, I was on Rt 27, and after 3 miles I saw a sign just before the flashing emergency lights at Crissoms Crossing. There were two lines of traffic, and Matt was directing it skillfully. As I passed him, I saw a saddness in his eyes. I pulled over after clearing the accident and waited, standing outside the truck, so he would not possibly miss me. When the wreckers and ambulances had left, the emergency lights packed up and the flares extinguished, Matt came over to me and in a professional voice asked, “May I help you, Dorothy?”

“You look cold, can I buy you a cup of coffee?”

He smiled with a surprised grin and told me to follow him. He had to turn in his cruiser and take his Ford from the Police lot. There was a coffee shop quite nearby. I stood outside until he drove into the lot. Ever the Southern gentleman, though his heart was in turmoil, he held the door for me and ushered us to what must be a semi private booth for the police. As soon as we were seated two huge mugs of steaming coffee were on the table, and he concentrated on making his coffee the perfect color he must have learned in long years separated from his family when he was in the Army.

When we were alone, I took his hand in mine, and told him, “I am going home. I will never come within 200 miles of here. If I see a woman who looks remotely like Patti, or a man similar to you, I will turn and walk away, anywhere I may be. I could have easitly fallen in love with her.” He visibly relaxed as we talked, and by the time the coffee was finished and he waved off second cups, he was smiling an inner smile.

I stood up, pushing him back into the booth, and whispered into his ear, “Unless you are such a fool you can throw away the most wonderful woman in the world, you had better get your ass in that car and get home.” I then kissed his cheek, and dropped a ten dollar bill at the register as I left the cafe, the little town, the State of Georgia, and the woman I could have fallen in love with in the care of her man.

(Patti)

I sat back down at the table and rank my coffee. Mechanically I rose and began doing the dishes. The routine proved to be a blessing, keeping my mind off the time passing. I continued to do other housework as the hours passed. Finally I heard the Ford car pull up into the garage. I waited, completely unsure of what was going to happen but knowing the next few minutes would decide my future as my husband came in and closed the door.

"She's gone," I said. Pretty obvious statement I thought but I had to say something, anything to keep the silence at bay.

"I know," Matt replied. "She found her way to the crossroads and when I had the accident wrapped up we went for coffee."

I stared at him in complete amazement. The two of them talking together? I faltered as I asked what they discussed.

"You, of course," he answered. "She's an amazing woman, Patti. She told me she could have fallen in love with you. What can I say?" he continued. "How could I blame her for that? She's going home, and I wished her luck and happiness in her life. I don't hate her."

He turned completely towards me and took my chin in his hand. "Her last words to me were that unless I was such a fool that I could throw away the most wonderful woman in the world I damn well better get in that car and go home." He paused. "I shouldn't have needed her to tell me that. I'm sorry."

"YOU'RE sorry?" I stammered. "after what I..."

"Shhhhhhhhhhh," he took me in his arms. "I think that more was left here than was taken away. I think you have enough room in your heart to give that piece to Dot and still hold all of me in there too. Do you think so too?"

I stared. Not often in life do you get chances like this. I said a silent prayer of thanks for Dorothy, who not only had given herself freely but had given our lives a jolt that would keep in out of the rut we had let it become. I smiled and took his hand. "I'll show you," I said.

(The End)



Stranded Ch. 03



Kathy had become the unofficial cook. I only knew how to make pancakes and they weren't very good. Kathy was cooking tortillas, some plain cookies, and had tried a non-rising cake. 

Late one afternoon I came in from shoveling our path and sat to remove the snow from my clothes. Kathy was busy preparing a meal and I sat, watching. I started to hum the tune and she looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Then she said two words which gave me pause. "Do you?"

When I didn't answer, she added. "Sing the words, please Peter."

As I still didn't say anything, she pleaded, "Peter, sing them for me. Just for me?"

Not knowing what else to do, I sang the second verse with a cracked voice.

Sometimes in the evening when you do not see I study the small things you do constantly I memorize moments that I'm fondest of My cup runneth over with love 

"So, do you?" again she asked.

Still not replying, she intoned, "I'll wait for your answer. I'm patient."

Changing the subject I talked about the snow, the cold, and the weather. As I look back on this, I believe she knew I'd changed the subject. She simply went along with my conversation. I stepped over to the stove, stooping down to warm my hands and she stepped behind me and began to rub my shoulders to loosen the tension in my back from shoveling snow. She chatted for a while before returning to finish the meal. We quietly ate and I complimented her cooking. She smiled, saying 'thank you'.

Afterwards and we'd cleaned up, she began to sing. It was one of those simple child songs she'd learned but the tune was pleasant. Bowing before her I asked, "May I have this dance?" I didn't expect her to accept, but she did. We cleared a space on the floor, I took her in my arms and we did a slow dance as she hummed one of her tunes. She changed tunes with a faster one and we speeded up the pace. I enjoyed this, she was fun. When she stopped, we stood in the middle of the room, holding each other. I reached up and stroked her hair as she placed her head on my shoulder. She held me tight like she'd never let go, I wasn't complaining. 

"So do you?" she asked.

"Maybe I do."

She just giggled and snuggled closer.

That night as we lay together on the cot she stole a kiss from me and asked, "Am I pretty to you now?"

I was thinking of how to answer her when she poked me in the stomach, "Peter, am I pretty to you now?"

Teasing her I answered, "You dress like a lumberjack…" 

I'd been planning to add 'I thought she was pretty anyway', but she took to tickling me. Mind you, I'm very ticklish and before long we were both rolling and twisting and turning on the cot. Eventually I was able to grab both of her wrists and hold her. She stopped and looked me in the face. Man, she looked beautiful right then, and I quickly kissed her. I wasn't thinking and she broke out of my holds to tickle me unmercifully. I was laughing so hard and she wouldn't stop. "Answer my question? Do you or don't you? Do you love me or not?"

"Come on, give me an answer. I won't stop till you tell me." Her hands were constantly moving and I was laughing so much that I could not stop her.

Finally I gasped "Yes, yes I do."

She stopped and asked, "You do what?"

Still trying to catch my breath, I didn't answer right away. Sooo, she began tickling again. "You do what? Tell me, you do what?"

Still being tickled and laughing uncontrollably I manage to gasp out, "I love... love..... I love you"

With that she stopped. "Tell me again, Peter."

Still trying to catch my breath I'm slow in giving an answer.

"Do you want me to tickle you some more?"

Gasping I shake my head 'no'.

"Then tell me. Give me the answer to my question."

"I ... Love ... You, you little vixen"

"Do you really mean that? Or are you just saying that so I won't tickle you more?"

I take a deep breath, "Kathy, I love you. I'm in love with you. But please don't tickle me any more." As I sigh.

She giggles then giggles some more.

"Do you think I am pretty?"

"To me you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Honest."

During the past few minutes, she had somehow ended on top of me and she is looking me directly in the face. She takes her hands holding my face; she kisses me with passion. I return her kiss and wrap my arms around her, holding her close. She lays her head on my shoulder and kisses my cheek.

"You don't want to sleep right now, do you?" I asked.

"No"

"What did you have in mind?"

She lifts her head from my shoulder and looks me in the eyes. It was a searching look and for the longest time she says nothing. I wait, suspecting what she wants, but say nothing.

"I want you to love me, to make love to me."

"What if I leave you afterwards?"

For a moment I saw fear in her eyes. Not fear of danger, but fear of being left alone. Her look turns into a look of desperation. "You said you loved me."

"Kathy, what do you want most of all?"

"To spend the rest of my life with someone, who'll care for me."

"Is that what my love offers?" 

Suddenly her eyes lit up. "Yes. YES!! You said you wanted someone to spend the rest of your life with. Someone you could love with all your heart. You mean me." 

For the next few minutes I had trouble breathing. She was smothering me in kisses so much, I couldn't get my breath. Every time I started to breathe, she'd plant a kiss. Finally she slowed and lay there hugging me.

"Would you give me the same love in return?" I asked

"Yes, one hundred percent. Now, would you give me what I asked?" she asked

"What's that?"

"I want you to make love to me."

For the first time, we were intimate.

We rested for a while. "Thank you again. I needed that, I wanted that." We relaxed in each others arms. 

Afterwards we moved to our usual sleeping positions, still in the nude. All of the blankets were over us and we hoped to remain warm through the night. Kathy made one change with our positions; she placed my hand over one of her breasts. When I attempted to move it, she said "I want it there."

We slept soundly, waking to a cold room. I slipped off the cot, quickly dressed, and stoked the fire. The cabin warmed slowly. Kathy was awake and got dressed; we hugged and warmly kissed. Our love for each other was in the open and we expressed freely in various ways.

Winter weather had set in with a vengeance. The stream was frozen, even the swift flowing center. Snow lay deep over the woods and most of our time was spent keeping warm. Days flowed into longer days and we lost count of them. There was additional accumulation of snow but no large storms. Usually an inch or two would fall to add to what was already on the ground. We didn't recall a time where the temperature rose above freezing. Days became weeks.

Living together for an extended time, I developed a habit which we enjoyed. Daily, she took to preparing our food, which meant spending her time in the store room and around the stove. The first time, I slipped up behind her and placed my hands on the sides of her waist. I'd move my hands around her, embrace her by cupping her breasts, and kiss her on the neck. She'd lean her head over onto my cheek and hold my face next to her shoulder. Then she'd sashay her hips in a slow motion dance. This may have been a simple caress between us, but we enjoyed it. 

Spring weather, a most anticipated arrival, started with a slow warming trend. The sun would shine and the snow changed to a wet mess which clung to the bottom of our boots. The days increased in length and the stream showed life as the current began to eat at the ice cover. Day by day the snow drifts shrank and receded with icicles hanging from the cabins eves. The wood supply was dwindling and I hoped it would last.

The birds returned from their winter migration and green appeared on the trees overhead. Spring was in the air and Kathy had designs on her mind.

"Peter, what're we going to do once we can leave here?"

"I dunno. Hadn't given it much thought." Seeing a chance to tease I added, "Maybe we could get a ride and I'd drop you off at your place before heading back to my job."

Bad move for me because she had daggers spewing from her eyes. I had to grin before she realized I was joking. "Come on Peter, be serious. We need to decide what we're going to do."

"We'd be limited as I won't have a job any more, you likely won't either, neither one of us has a car, plus no place to return to and no money. What do you have in mind?"

"I want to go with you wherever."

"We couldn't go far without money or transportation. Let's think about it."

A couple days later I was down in the store room looking for a tool. As I was rummaging, I moved the plastic rolls and spied that tin box. It had been covered up so I'd forgotten about it. Curiosity piqued my interest and I attempted to open it. Locked. I grabbed a screwdriver and pried. Holy mackerel, money, lots of it. I thumbed through the stacks of bills and estimated $87,000. The man was dead, so could we claim this money or not? Not wanting to get our hopes up, I decided to keep quiet. I wanted to think this over. Closing the lid, I placed the box under the plastic and went upstairs.

I sat on the stool to think. Kathy noticed my quiet demeanor and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, about what we will do once we leave here?" I wasn't lying but not telling the whole story either. We needed money once we got out of here. Would the cash I'd found be something we could use, honestly? My folks raised me with a strong set of values and that money was not mine; and what, if any, claim would I have on it.

This quandary raged for two days. That man had imprisoned both of us and caused Kathy serious injury, perhaps this could be considered payment. If the money belonged to the man's relatives, I had no way to identify him. Looking at both sides of the issue, I wrestled with the decision. Eventually I reasoned we should keep the cash.

"Kathy, let's go for a walk." I asked after lunch.

She was agreeable and we left the cabin. As we walked, we held hands and talked of our future. Ever so subtly I moved the conversation towards money, buying a car, getting an apartment, new clothes, etc. 

We'd reached a small glade with the sun filtering through the trees. I turned towards her and held her hands. "Kathy, I want to buy you a ring."

The parade of emotions crossing her face was something to behold. First she showed happiness, next uncertainty, joy, fear, and lastly doubt. 

"Peter, how can we pay for this? We don't have any money?"

"Answer my question."

"What question?"

"Will you marry me?"

"But ..."

"Please answer my question."

"Yes, I'll marry you, but ..."

I placed a finger to her lips. "No buts. Will you marry me?"

"Yes I will; forever." and she kissed me.

Now I dropped the bombshell, "We've come into some unexpected money."

"Peter, what's going on? We don't have any money." The look on her face was priceless. 

"Honey, we have almost $90,000."

"No way, you're joking. Aren't you?"

"No joke."

"Where is it? Where did it come from?"

"The man, well, he's decided to pay us for all the trouble he caused."

The range of emotions flew across her face. Anger, hate, how was it possible, I was joking, no way. 

"Honey, believe me. It's true."

The joy on her face was worth a thousand words. We continued our walk, holding hands, and she was giddy with excitement. 

"So where'll we go? What'll we do?" she asked.

"Where would you LIKE to go?"

"Some place where it stays warm. Where it's not cold." she responded without hesitation.

Our walk continued, heading back to the cabin. I produced the tin box and we spent the evening counting it. The total was a little higher than I'd estimated. The final total was $91,320, a nice tidy sum. Now we had the means to start our lives together. 

Our next plan would be to get out of these mountains. The weather was fickle and we were uncertain how soon we could leave. 

That evening we had another romp on the cot. Sometimes she'd giggle, holding me snuggly. Always she was passionate.

"I love you so very much." I whispered in her ear. We fell asleep holding each other.

The next morning we planned our departure. Collecting clothing, we bundled them into a parcel for her to carry. My wallet which I thought lost had been discovered among the items in the store room, along with Kathy's identification. I'd be carting the food and heavy items for our travel. Our difficulty was in not knowing just how far we would need to travel or how long before finding civilization. I examined her feet and after these many weeks, they were in good shape. True, there were scars, but the flesh had healed with no visible problems; she could walk fairly well. We didn't know what her stamina would be for walking extended distances, but we're going to find out. Right now we're doing the preparations for when the weather cleared.

Four days later we woke to a beautiful morning and the decision was made. Shouldering the packs we struck out in the direction we figured to find a road. We walked for about 4 hours and stopped for lunch. Her feet were sore, but she was holding up to the rigors of the trip. Striking out after eating we continued for another 3 hours and she was showing exhaustion when we found a road. It was a dirt road but looked like it was well traveled. Kathy's spirits picked up at the thought of being rescued. We rested for a short while and then headed down the road. Luck was with us when a pickup rumbled to a stop. After explaining our situation we were given a lift to the next town.

The town was not much for size but it did have what we needed, a motel. The driver dropped us off and we rented a room. Kathy collapsed on the bed, she was completely exhausted and her feet were swollen. I made certain she was comfortable before heading out to find some real food. McDonalds may not sound like much, but to us they came from heaven. Picking up several burgers, fries, and drinks, I took them back to the room where we devoured every bite. 

We were filthy; sponge baths were all we'd been able to take. A real shower or bath would be an absolute luxury. I gave Kathy first dibs and she heading towards the shower, saying only two words, "Hot water!" She spent nearly an hour, reveling in the lavishness. When my turn came I did exactly the same; lots of hot water and standing under the stream for what seemed like forever. The word 'luxury' doesn't come close to describing how we felt.

That night we were able to sleep in a real bed. We couldn't get to sleep until holding each other like we'd done for those long weeks. Still, the warmth of the room and having soft blankets was fantastic.

In the morning I checked her feet which seemed better, as the swelling had reduced. We'd several things planned for today. First we visited McDonalds and ordered everything on the menu. They must've thought we were crazy, we didn't care. Next stop, a clothing store, where we bought a complete wardrobe and lugged it back to the motel. The drug store was our next place to go where we purchased personal items. 

Returning to the motel, I shaved. Then I spent an hour combing and brushing her hair. It had grown long and I liked it, so did she. We took special care and I trimmed the ends. Then she cut my hair, it was her first time and I must say, she did a good job. We were becoming civilized again. 

Kathy did something that surprised me; she dressed up. Until this time I'd only viewed her in the woods and cabin. Now she was dressed for an evening out. She wore a beautiful dress which came to her knees, heels and hose and she looked stunning. 

We went out for the evening and had a fabulous time. At the restaurant I caught a couple of men turning to look a second time at Kathy. Whether she was aware of their looks, I'm not certain. After eating we took a turn on the dance floor. Some were fast, others slow, but the two of us were having a ball. Twice, other men asked Kathy for a dance, but she politely declined. "This is my date for the evening," pointing towards me.

It was late when we returned to the motel. Both of us were laughing and giddy from the fun. We slipped into bed and slept soundly. The next day was to be an important one.

We woke to a cloudy and overcast sky, but for us, everything was sunny. My first plan was to buy her a ring, so after breakfast we went in search of a jeweler. We walked a while before finding one; a lady behind the counter was ready to help. Kathy shared we were looking for a wedding ring, giving the kind and style. The woman brought out a couple of trays and set them on the counter. Kathy and I looked and selected 4 for closer viewing. To be honest, I knew nothing about diamond rings and the lady probably knew that. Anyway Kathy settled on one with a very nice cluster of smaller diamonds set around a single, we had it sized, paid for it, and she walked out into the street, letting everyone know that she belonged to me.

"Well," she said, "so when do you want to plan the wedding?"

"How about right now?"

She looked at me, pause a moment, then latched onto my arm and sidled up to me. "Where can we find a JP?"

I asked a couple passersby if they knew the location of the Justice of the Peace's office. They didn't, but pointed in the direction of the judicial building, they would likely know. From there we learned the JP was around the corner. The paperwork took a while and we had to wait till the JP was available. Kathy was excited and I was nervous. It was a couple hours before we were ushered before the JP, he read through our forms, asked us some questions, which we answered, and then he signed the papers. That was the extent of our marriage but it was legal and we were formally husband and wife.

As we left the building, Kathy whispered in my ear, "Do we have a date tonight?"

"I was thinking of going to bed early. I am tired. You can join me if you want?" I joshed.

She playfully slapped my chest and then pulled me around for a kiss. "At a wedding, couples always kiss after the ceremony, and I want mine now." With that we held 'lip lock' right there on the sidewalk. 

"Are you up for a little walking? We need to find some wheels." We struck off down the street in search of a used car lot. Not finding one, we asked directions and were directed to the local auto dealer, about 12 blocks away. I was concerned about her feet holding up with our walking, but I needn't have been. She was doing quite well. 

Anyway, we found the lot and were shown several models by the salesman, taking a couple for a test drive. The one we selected was a fairly new one and it was far better than any either of us had ever owned. Filling out the paperwork was a bit 'hoot'. We told them we'd need the full title and tags. This wasn't the normal request as most buyers finance their car. When they asked how we'd pay, Kathy opened up her purse and began counting out the full sales price. The jaw of the salesman dropped when the full amount was placed in front of him. We drove off the lot in our newly purchased car and returned to the motel.

We hopped into bed and had the most fantastic romp ever. Resting beside me, she and I talked about our love, life together, and our future. We'd emerged from the forest, leaving behind all our past and forging ahead into a new life. Later that night, we again consummated our marriage, sharing our deepest love. Kathy and I were one.

CONCLUSION

Our lives had been drastically changed over the past several months, there were no strings attached from our former lives and we determined to start completely new. The next day, loading up our car, we headed down the road in a direction which neither of us had been before. We drove in the only direction both of us wanted to go, "south" to warmer climates. Cold weather with snow was left behind as we headed to sunny climes. Even though the remaining money was limited, it did give us a chance to choose where we wanted to go, get an apartment, and search for work. I found another sales position and Kathy worked in a department store. Perhaps not the most exciting positions to hold, but for us, we had each other.




Stranded Ch. 03



It'd be appropriate to let you know the status of the injuries we received. After getting settled we both visited a doctor for a checkup. Kathy's feet would be scared for life and she found it difficult to walk, anything other than short distances. Knowing how she'd trouble walking, it always amazed me how she endured those 7 or 8 hours as we marched back to civilization. She had other scars up her legs and elsewhere, but she learned how to dress in ways to discretely hide them. 

As for me, the doc indicated my shoulder had been severely torn apart. The tendons had been badly damaged, the socket disjointed at one time but had surprisingly returned to proper position; no surgery would be required. The strength in the arm would never be more than 70-75%, so I found ways to compensate for the loss. We never told the doctor what happened and I'm sure he wondered what caused these injuries, but we didn't share.

Kathy and I lived the rest of our lives, together, like we'd promised. I believe it was 20 years later, I returned to the area where we'd met. Kathy didn't want to come; the memories were just too painful. For several days I hiked through those hills and along the stream. I never did find the cabin. Perhaps someone else had demolished it, along with all trace anyone had been there. I did find the rusted shell of a car, one which had tumbled over the edge, but I wasn't able to identify it as the one I'd been driving that fateful night. 

As hard as I tried, I didn't find any evidence that we'd ever been there. Maybe this was for the best because neither of us wanted to share our experiences. To our children, we told them, their mom and dad had met while at a conference those many years ago. We never told anyone about our adventure. Kathy still carries a vivid and vile hatred towards that man. The only good thing which came from our experiences was, we discovered each other. For this we were truly grateful.



Stranded Ch. 03



Dear Readers,

Thank you for the votes... and the comments... and especially to Maya18 (whoever you are)... your request prompted me to write the final chapter after close to six months of inactivity... I had left the work unattended for too long and decided to get it done within a few hours... hopefully there won't be too many typos... and it will be to your liking.

Again, this is a sex fantasy so allow me the unrealistic nature of the story!

Please keep on voicing your comments it will motivate me to write more...

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Jackie quickly dressed. She found herself in her room for the second time that morning. She stared blankly through the window at the eerie sight of the blanket of snow covering the grounds of her property. Who had ever heard of snow in Alabama, Mississippi, or Virginia for that matter? And now, it had happened two years in a row and twice within the last few days? No one in these parts was prepared for it. She knew that it would not last more than a few days, but she dreaded the thought of being stuck with the giant for however long it would take for the roads to clear off.

The giant... She had not known how to face him earlier that morning... How in the world would she be able to look into his eyes now? What ever possessed her to behave in such a way? What power did he hold over her? She flushed at the thought of what had just happened. She had been so young and so inexperienced when she had lost Him eight years ago. He had been the only one and she had never felt with him the way the giant had made her feel for the past few days. She had never felt so much desire and lust. It was gripping at her and she could not control these strong feelings. And now this intense orgasmic release had happened ...and with a total stranger of all people? 

"Jackie!" yelled the stranger interrupting her chain of thoughts.

Jackie shook her head from side-to-side. She forced herself back to earth. She would have to be assertive and vigilant with him. There is no way that she could let this happen again. "No!" she thought, "he does not hold any power over me. I instigated the contact and there is no reason for me to be ashamed!" Determined, she headed back to the living room where the giant was waiting for her. The smile that he gave her when she walked in disarmed her for an instant.

"Hey babe, is everything ok?"

"Don't you 'babe' me!... We need to talk."

"Come on baby don't be that way... Whatever it is... we'll work it out."

"Baby!?... Work it out!?... What are you talking about? ... You don't make any sense."

"Well... Whenever a girl tells you 'she needs to talk' that means she wants to break up with you. I know that much."

"Break up? ... We are not together you big oaf!"

"How can you say that after what we just did?"

Jackie turned pink with embarrassment at the remark but shook it off right away.

"Ok... Who am I?" She asked.

"That's easy... Jackie" he answered with a smile.

"Yes, I told you that much this morning. Let's see...How long have we been together? How did we meet?... or... Here is a simple one... What's your name?"

"..." The giant stared at her with a blank gaze in his eyes.

"You see!"

"I guess I had too much to drink last night?" he countered.

"That's not it."

"Then tell me... please?"

Jackie then proceeded to tell him how she came to find him in her back yard after the snowstorm, of his injuries, of the fact that he has been out cold for several days, and that they were and would be stranded for the next few days with no connection to the rest of the world because of the snow. The giant listened to her attentively bewildered by the tale that he had just heard.

"Sorry... I cannot remember a thing. My brains are fried or something..." He said to her with a distressed look.

"Well don't worry for now... I am no doctor... but if I remember my med school lectures correctly it does not mean that it won't come back to you at some point."

The giant and the girl stayed silent and still for some time. The only noises that could be heard in the house were the panting of the dog and the ticking of the clock along with irregular popping of the wood in the fireplace.

" Listen" interrupted Jackie "I need to tie you up."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Jackie then went on to explain that she felt vulnerable next to him. He was too big and too strong and she could not take such a risk with a total stranger who could handle her like a doll. She then told him how he had nearly knocked her out that first time and of how he had entrapped her the second time around. She turned red at that thought and neglected to give him all the details of her unfortunate entrapment.

"But I was unconscious then... Don't you trust me now? What about what happened between us this morning?" He winks at her, a bit too sure of himself.

She further blushed at his words. 

"What about you? ... Don't you trust me? ... I have been caring for you, nursing you back to health without knowing who you are."

She paused and took a breath before continuing.

"The thing is that your bruises look like you were in a fight... and that scares me... are you a brawler? ... It probably took a few guys to take you down too... You are too big to go down easily..."

"How do you know I was not in a car wreck or something?" He asked.

"A feeling... I had seen a whole bunch of injuries in the ER during my rotations... For car wrecks, there is usually one big lesion at the point of impact and other smaller ones... In your case, you are covered with bruises from head to toe... I can't be certain but I think you were beaten to a pulp..."

The giant analyzed the situation for a minute. He looked at his battered arms and legs taking in what Jackie had just explained.

"I... I feel it in my gut... I don't think that I could beat a dame... That's not who I am... I don't think... But you know what... I do trust you... So... I'd be OK with being tied up for now... until I figure out a few things."

At these words, Jackie grabbed the ropes that were still lying on the floor.

He interrupted her as she started to tie his ankles, "I hope that you are not some nut job like Kathy Bates in that movie... Misery?" 

Jackie looked at him with a soft smile. "Don't worry... you are safe with me... and you see, your memory is not completely gone... you still have some parts of your brains that are working."

"True." He smiled back.

A minute later his smile disappeared.

"Jackie... What about bathroom breaks?... I got to go..." His face was beet red.

"No problem I've been taking care of you for several days now," she said.

"...maybe... But I was comatose... this is too embarrassing..."

She smiled at him trying to reassure him. Then, she reached for the makeshift chamber pot she had built and brought it to his penis. Very gently she grabbed him and inserted his flaccid organ into the neck of the plastic bottle. He had turned his head sideways in embarrassment.

"Take you time, I'll be back in a minute," she said as she walked out of the living room.

Jackie's heart was beating like a drum. By the time she reached her bedroom she was gasping for air. Beneath what, she hoped, had remained a cool exterior her body had again gone aflame... Talking to the naked man in her living room had been an arousing experience. He was so confident in his own skin that he had not once tried to hide himself from her during the entire time that they had been talking. It had been so distracting that she wandered how she had managed to put her thoughts together to have a coherent dialogue... She had been all too aware of his nude form and she had forced herself to look into his eyes and only his eyes. The thoughts of his skin, of his touch and of the recent orgasm that he had unleashed had been forefront in her mind during that whole conversation. The minute she had walked into the living room her body had started betraying her. Her arousal had returned in a heartbeat and was driving her insane with desire. 

Somehow caring for this man had awakened her dormant sexuality and, like a wild famished beast, her desire would not be tamed. She had wanted to reach out and touch him as they were talking. She had wanted to stroke him and caress him as the hot liquid lust within her core had been rising to a boil. She had wanted him to get excited, hard and aroused in front of her. His penis had been out in the open the entire time and was calling for her to look at it. She thought that she had controlled her urges but when the opportunity to look and touch him had arisen she finally gave in to her desire.

He was still nude in her living room waiting for her to come back and take care of him.

"Fuck it!" she thought. Why fight the desires within? She rushed back to the living room grabbing wet towels on her way to him. She then kneeled between the giant's legs before he could react.

He turned a deep shade of red when she walked into the living room but she ignored him. She set to her task and removed his penis from the plastic bottle's neck. The softness of his skin made her yearn for more. She brought a wet towel the tip of his penis and dabbed the tip to make sure that all the urine was gone. She should have stopped there if the purpose of her actions had been meant to clean him up but she wanted something more.

The giant thought that the worst was over. She was done and he began to relax. Then she reached for a second towel with her right hand and for his sex with the other. The contact made him jump.

Jackie lifted the shaft gently and began to caress it as she delicately cleaned his length with the wet towel. Within a moment she was rewarded with the feeling of his blood pumping into his powerful manhood. She enjoyed the sensation of his growing erection in her hands. The visuals excited her too as her hands were starting to look small in comparison to his expanding organ.

A knot formed in her throat. She was left breathless. He was hard and she could now see and feel his penis pulse and jump with excitement every so often. She had been too inexperienced and too young in her past life to develop a desire for fellatio. Now, for some reason she wanted to feel this man's sex in her mouth. Was it the softness of his skin, the heat rising from his groin, or the musky male odor invading her senses? She was too captivated and absorbed with lust to know or care.

Without thoughts to her actions she started to lower her head towards him as she was kneeling between his legs. Slowly she brought her head closer to his throbbing erection. The only noise in the room was the irregular popping of the wood in the fireplace. They both were holding their breath in anticipation.

He could now feel her breath on him as he stared at her staring at his aroused prick. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and timidly touched the skin below the corona. "Hhhhh!" all the air that was trapped in his lung was released as they both started to breath again.

She liked feeling his tensed excitement. She loved the feeling of his skin on her tongue. After a second... or an eternity... she could not tell at that point... she started moving the tip of her tongue along his shaft, along the soft thick veins that contrasted with the hardness of his sex. She lathered him with saliva. He tasted good to her and soon the tip of her tongue was not enough to satisfy her appetite. The heat building within her urged her on as she felt the man give in to her oral ministrations. As she stuck her tongue farther out her timid initial sampling of his skin was replaced with a full on tongue bath as she delectably began to lap at him. Her flat tongue was now making long strokes along his length as she drew nearer to the head. 

Each flick of her tongue was bringing him closer to orgasm and her own excitement rose in parallel with his. Electricity was in the air. Her belly was on fire and everything seemed to swell the flame of her desire in sync with his. She had never reached orgasm without physical stimulation before but she knew that this time she would. She was seeking to give him pleasure and as his desire built up so did hers. There was him, there was her, and there was the climb towards the sweetest of releases.

When she reached the tip of his penis she stopped. She hesitated before looking up into his eyes for the first time. They were hypnotized by the lust between them. For the second time they both held their breath in anticipation. 

They were both close and they knew it. "Hhhhh!" She very slowly and gently wrapped her soft warm lips around the bulbous shape of his glans and then stayed motionless while they each regained their breath. Her hot mouth... His hot sex... They would not last very long and she knew it. She sucked him in and savored the taste of him. His manhood was too big for her mouth and she could not put much more of it in her mouth past its large head. As they stared transfixed by each other's yearning she put her small hands around his wet shaft and started softly pumping him towards ecstasy.

"Mmmmmmmhhhhhh!... MMmmmmmmhhhhh!... AHhhhh!" He started to come in her mouth and as he did so did she. The hot ball of energy that had been building up at her core exploded and released waves after waves of heat throughout her entire body. She swallowed and sucked in as much of his semen as she could. Her body was in tune with his and each of the orgasmic pulses of his penis would make her shiver and would prolong her own orgasm.

The giant tugged at the ropes restraining his arms and though they had been strong enough to prevent him from moving when he was unconscious they did nothing to retain his formidable force.

She was still sucking and pumping his sex when he reached for her. His gentle touch generated another wave of pleasure to course through her body. She had been kneeling in a ball between his extended legs as she tended to his blowjob. And now she kept on sucking on his erect member thus keeping him aroused. She did not want to let go of him and of the feeling that had overtaken her body and soul.

He started undressing her as he urged her to continue this most intimate of kisses with soft caresses and moans. She had only accepted to let go of his throbbing sex after he had pulled her t-shirt over her head. As soon as that was done she went back to feasting on his hot, soft yet hard member.

She was so small and light for him that he managed to lift her up and position her astride of him while she kept at the magical fellatio that had kept him aroused after the most incredible of orgasms. He started pulling on the elastic waistband of her pants to remove the last obstacles to her vagina. 

Nude, she was bobbing her head up and down as her ass stuck out in the air urging on some invisible lover. She had been so focused on her task that she had not really taken note of his actions.

"Mmmmphhhhh!" Suddenly and without warning he inserted his entire middle finger in her very wet very warm and waiting vagina bringing on another powerful wave of the orgasm that had not completely subsided. She was writhing and shaking in pure bliss. He took control of her. There was only pure animalistic desire between them. He lifted her up off the ground and swiftly impaled her on his erect phallus.

Orgasm after orgasm erupted within her as he masturbated himself with her quivering body. In a thrall of passion he kept lifting her up and down on his massive tool until he was able to fit fully within her. When her clit finally reached his pubic bone they both erupted in a final thunderous climax. Depleted of strength he finally released his powerful grip and she collapsed on his chest.

Seconds turned into minutes as they slowly recovered.

After some time had passed he gently caressed her face and bent down for a kiss that she accepted whole-heartedly. She could feel him softening inside her and the tenderness of his kiss sent pleasant vibrations that reverberated with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Was she still aroused? How could it be?

"Hi Jackie, my name is Jeremy," he said as she enjoyed the sensation of grinding her clit on his pelvic bone.

She looked at him confused by his statement.

"I don't know how it happened but everything came rushing back while we were making love."

She smiled at him. His penis within her was distracting her from the conversation. She wanted to feel him grow within her and she set her body to the task by flexing her inner muscles in an attempt to squeeze him back to life.

The feeling was divine and he was quickly losing his concentration.

"I am an activist and I was investigating animal rights violation in a pig farm close to here when they found me out and beat me to within an inch of my life," he managed to say.

By now his erection was back to full mast and Jackie was now moving her body with more energy.

"Jackie... Hhhhhhh! I think I love you HHHHH!"

"Jeremy, is it? If this relationship is ever going to work you'll have to learn when it's time to shut up and fuck me!" she said looking up at him with a naughty smirk on her lips.

THE END