21 comments/ 59042 views/ 17 favorites Discovery Island By: RomanCEisdead2 The post War years were tough on Britain; although on the "winning" side, shortages and rationing continued well into the 1950s. But, life went on. It had to. Michael and Jeannine (better known as Jenny) met at a dance in the suburbs of London in 1946. He had just been de-mobbed, she was a telephone operator. He asked her for a date and she said she would think about it. Before the end of the evening she made up her mind and had arranged to meet him outside the local cinema the following Saturday. The film showing was Great Expectations and the critics had been singing its praises. Afterwards, as he walked her home, she said, "I thought that the film was marvellous, but I can't image living anywhere as barren as those Kent marshes." "Oh, I don't know. I think you can probably get used to it after a while. It would be quiet and away from the madness of the city." She looked sideways at him, wondering how he could speak with such certainty. They talked as they walked and learned about each other -- up to a point. Although Jenny was prepared to talk about her time as a Land Girl, Michael would only say that he was in the Army, based somewhere in Scotland. Try as she might, she got no more out of him. His mystery intrigued and attracted her. She had no reason to mistrust him or doubt that he was anything but honest. A year later they married. A year after that, George their son was born. Discovery Island Amanda figured it was her turn to begin asking some questions, so she spoke to Jack, "So, how come you're working on the island Jack?" "Actually, I was born here, but my family only stayed for a short time and I grew up down South. Then, during the war, purely by coincidence, I was posted here. After helping to decommission the installation, I was de-mobbed. The one remaining farmer on the island had lost his son, so I stepped in to help and I've been here ever since." "Installation? Jenny never mentioned that the island had anything to do with the war." Jack looked at Michael, who now spoke, "It was a bit hush hush. I was posted here in 1941 and that's when I met Jack. I was his officer, but things were a bit more relaxed than in most places and we became firm friends. He told me about Mr Smith (the farmer) falling ill in 1947. Smith had managed to keep things going for a while, but eventually he decided to retire and move to live with his daughter in Dundee. I then bought the farm and kept Jack on. Since then we've concentrated on improving the flock and building up the business." "What have I missed," said Jenny, breezing through the door. "Brandy! Goody, I could just do with something to round off the evening." Michael explained what they had been talking about and then Jenny had an idea, "Jack, you're not doing anything special tomorrow, are you? Perhaps you can take Mummy on a tour of the island?" "Sure. I'd love to." Amanda felt that, for once, her life wasn't quite in her own hands. Later that evening, Jack escorted Amanda back to the other cottage. They sat down in the sitting room so that he could show her a map of the island. But first he asked if she would like a nightcap. "What have you got?" "A Single malt whisky, twenty years old and just reaching its best." She wasn't really a whisky drinker, but for some reason she accepted his offer. To her surprise he offered it to her neat. "No soda or water? She asked. "Not with this lass, no. You should never add anything to a single malt except the water from the original spring." She raised the glass to her lips, expecting to not enjoy the experience, but she was intrigued to find that it was smooth and light on the tongue. The warm sensation as it slipped down her throat was entirely pleasant. Very soon she had finished the glass and accepted a top-up. While she sipped, Jack went to the sideboard and extracted the map of island. He walked across and laid it across her lap. She was surprised at how small it looked. "Now, this is where the farm is," he said, pointing on the map. "And this is where you landed at the dock." With that, he placed his finger on the map, "And this is the track you took to get to the farm." His finger slowly traced the twisting route. Amanda realised that it was probably an entirely innocent gesture, but even through the material of the map, her skirt and stockings, she could feel his digit as it began its journey somewhere just above and on the outside of her left knee. It moved on up her leg and then in a curving line moved across to the top of her thigh to rest on the suspender strap. She held her breath, trying not to fidget in her seat as her body started to react. "And the Lookout Post is up here." He put his finger on the northern coast of the island, "And this is the track we use." The map had folded over her knees, so he lifted the top part as he traced the marked track. Again, his finger made contact with her leg, this time at the inside of her right knee. The route ran almost precisely north / south in general, but meandered from right to left and back again. Amanda continued looking at the map, but her eyes crossed. She imagined how it would feel to have this man run his finger up the inside of her leg, without clothing. She almost grabbed his hand, to stop him? Or to ensure he didn't stop? She never found out as the finger suddenly swept across to join up with the other track that he had indicated earlier and then lifted from the map. Jack lifted the map from Amanda's lap and turned away, folding it back up. She became aware that her knees were not together -- indeed, her legs had involuntarily begun to part during the map reading. She snapped them together and got to her feet, aware that she needed to be somewhere else just now. "I think it's time for me to be getting to bed," she said, her throat feeling dry despite the drink she had just finished. "Oh, right you are. Good night then," he replied from the other side of the room. Amanda walked on unsteady legs, out of the sitting room and up the stairs. Inside the bedroom, she leaned back against the door and closed her eyes. What was the matter with her? She hadn't felt like this for years! In fact, she wasn't sure that she had ever felt quite this aroused before. Her arms had folded across her breasts, but one hand felt the sensitive, hardened nipple and the hand opened and then grasped the rounded flesh. She crossed her legs, attempting to stop the tingling there, but the action just made it worse. She walked across to the bed, every step making her feel so faint that she didn't know what to do. Slowly, trying not to inflame her desires further, she began to undress. She closed her eyes as she unbuttoned her blouse, trying to concentrate on the action of her fingers. She shrugged the garment from her shoulders and then her hands moved to her skirt. She fumbled to unfasten the button, but once the zip was loosened, the skirt also dropped to the floor. Still with her eyes closed, Amanda pushed her thumbs inside the elastic of her slip and eased it down her legs. Her blouse, skirt and slip were now pooled around her ankles. She wanted to step out of them, but the movement would only stimulate her further, so she opened her eyes, picked up her nightdress from the bed and put it over her head. Then, she slid the brassiere straps from her shoulders and pulled them from her arms, which she then pushed through the sleeves of her nightie. With that done, she then unfastened the hooks and eyes at the back of her bra and pulled it away from her breasts. Instantly, the cool, cotton material caressed her aching nipples. "Ohhhhh," she groaned. Amanda had closed her eyes again and stood absolutely still; hoping the excruciating waves of pleasure would subside. It wasn't helping that her breathing was heavy and that her breasts rose and fell with the movement. Finally, she felt able to continue and leant forward to unclip her stockings. Again, she pushed them down her legs to lie, crumpled around her ankles. The suspender belt was relatively simple to remove. After all, it wasn't in contact with any of the sensitive areas of her body. But then she came to the French knickers. Like many women in the 1950s she wore the full briefs normally, but during times of hot weather (such as now) she switched to the more comfortable and free, but old fashioned form of underwear); she carefully pushed them down from her waist and over her hips. That was when she realised precisely how wet she was; the silk material of the gusset had become adhered to her sodden pussy. Looking now through her thick bush of brown hair; she could see that the material had become transparent with her juices. Pushing the panties down further, peeling them away from her vagina, it became too much to bear. Her knees buckled and she dropped to the floor. She pushed her hand between her legs, as if trying to scratch an itch, but that just made it worse. She started to feel dizzy and her other hand clutched her breast. That was when she came. When she was younger and with her husband, sometimes (but very rarely), she might become very aroused and he might last just a bit longer than usual and she had almost reached orgasm (but not quite). So, she really didn't know what it was like. The reaction of her body, the inability to think straight, the fluids, the exhilaration, were all a new country to Amanda. She was probably lying on the floor for as much as ten minutes before she was able to move again. She crawled onto the bed, pushing her stockings and knickers off and then lay down, pulling the covers over herself. Within a couple of minutes she was sound asleep. Discovery Island "So, how are we supposed to get dry afterwards?" she asked. "Mother nature," he replied and pointed at the sun. Jack made his way to below the sheltering cliffs and then stopped. Treading water for a moment and then taking a deep breath, he suddenly duck-dived and went downwards. Amanda looked down and could just about make him out. The water was clear and he was moving around the seabed. Suddenly, he rose back to the surface just in front of her. He exhaled and, panting, raised his hand above the surface grasping what looked like a rock. "What do you think this is," he asked. Taking a second look, Amanda realised that it wasn't a rock after all. "It's...Is that an oyster?" she asked. "That's right. You're not just a pretty face are you? Do you eat them?" "Yes, but don't you have to wait until there's an R in the month?" "That's an old wives tale. As long as you eat them fresh it's OK. How many would you like?" "I didn't exactly bring a shopping bag with me. I imagine the most we could manage to hold is about two apiece. Can I get my own?" "Sure, just follow me down. You have to feel around a bit, but I'm sure you'll be able to find some. Ready?" She nodded and took a deep breath, then ducked under the surface. Jack led her to a patch of weeds and pointed. She moved her hands through the soft growth and felt something hard and spiky. She picked it up and felt again. Almost immediately, she found another oyster, picked it up and headed back for the surface. "I have never, ever, ever, done something like that before! This place is amazing!" she said, beaming. Holding the oysters in one hand, she used the other to slowly swim alongside Jack back to the jetty. Jack's libido was back under control now and he felt confident he could cope with the situation. However, as they approached the base of the jetty, Amanda grabbed hold of the metal ladder and began to ascend. Well, that was the end of his self control. As Amanda rose above the water, her underwear clung to her skin. The water had made it transparent and it was like looking at her naked behind. He stayed in the water looking up at Amanda. She turned around and was surprised that he wasn't following her up the ladder. "Aren't you coming out?" "I'd better not come out just yet, just to save embarrassment". Her nipples were plainly visible, puckered and hardened, but what made his dick throb painfully was the dark V of her pubic region. "Oh, don't be silly. I've already seen you in your underwear and now you've seen me in mine, so come on out." Hormones raging, he shrugged and began scaling the ladder. As he climbed up onto the jetty, Amanda was already making her way back along it towards her clothes, but she stepped past them onto the smooth, flat rock surface and sat down. As she did so, she looked back at him walking towards her and started to say something. "I had..." She stopped, shocked at Jack's appearance. He seemed to have hidden a stick in his underpants. She looked away and said, "Jack! Really!" Jack looked down at his once again hard penis pushing out the front of his underpants. "I'm sorry Amanda, but I can't help myself. You can't blame me really." "Why on earth not?" "Well, take a look at yourself. Wouldn't any normal man react in the same way?" Amanda looked down and saw the transparency of her brassiere and gasped when she understood that her knickers looked the same. She squealed, crossed her left arm across her breasts while her right hand went down to cover her pubic region. "We just have to lay in the sun for a short time. We'll soon dry off. I promise I won't look anymore." He lay down on the concrete and closed his eyes. Amanda, unable to think of anything else, did the same, but at a respectable distance from Jack. Five minutes later, Amanda couldn't resist sneaking another peak at Jack. She had to admit, for a man of his age he had a very nice body -- especially "that" bit. He was still erect. She checked that his eyes were still closed and then looked again. It was certainly bigger than her husband's had been. She could clearly see the outline of the head and shaft and even the testicles. The blood pumping into it was still making it jerk a little. She found herself wondering what he would look like naked. Aghast that she had been contemplating such things she rolled onto her front and faced away from Jack. He heard the movement, opened his eyes and looked across at Amanda (contrary to what he had promised). She had raised her arms and laid her head upon them, facing the other way. Her underwear was almost dry and had lost its transparency, but he was able to admire the graceful curves of her body; the feet pointing downwards applied a light tension to her calf, accentuating the fine toning. Moving upwards the line curved into the dip behind her knees, before gliding up over the hamstring muscles at the back of her thighs. He was surprised at the apparent firmness of her buttocks; there was a precise definition of where the gluteus maximus began and the leg muscle ended. Had she been closer he might well have reached across and laid his hand on it. The curve came down into the small of her back and then glided up over the shoulder area and then back to down to the base of her neck. He noticed how her breasts -- still contained within the brassiere -- were squashed down by her weight and wondered how they might feel to his hands. Aware that he was now dry, Jack decided to stand up and get dressed. He donned his trousers first in the hope that his erection would at the very least be disguised. He was sitting on a bollard tying his shoes when Amanda turned her head. "Oh! You're dressed already," she said. "Well, I was dry enough so I thought that I had better." "Can you turn around, please? I want to get dressed now, but I'd rather you didn't watch." "Of course," he turned his back to her and looked out across the water. Five minutes later Amanda said, "You can turn back now." When Jack looked at her, she was dressed almost as immaculately as before -- except for her hair, which had previously been precisely coiffured, but now looked partially wild a la Elizabeth Taylor. In fact, it merely added to the sexuality that he now saw within her. Discovery Island She considered that she really should stop him there, but as it was her right cheek and she was using her right hand to masturbate Jack, she was in a quandary. All she could do was ask him to stop. "Jack, please don't do that, otherwise I'll have to stop." His only response was to groan again and to grasp her cheek firmly. She should have stopped, but although what he was doing was a little rough, it was actually exciting her. He continued kneading while she continued to wank him. Then, Jack's hand dropped away from her and she breathed a sigh. He looked to be very close now, but just as he was about to climax, his hand suddenly shot back up between her legs, catching her by surprise. Too late, she brought her knees together, trapping his hand, the side of which was now in contact with her pussy. Amanda still had hold of Jack's cock, which began spurting immediately. Her knees buckled and she dropped to the ground, still with Jack's hand trapped between her legs. He was pulled down on top of her and they both collapsed to the ground. The penis in her hand was still disgorging its load -- over her blouse and skirt. Some even ended up on her cheek, but she was oblivious of this; the continuous arousal that she had experienced throughout the day had finally come to a head as her body juddered in response to her own orgasm. Some minutes passed by before Amanda came to her senses and pushed Jack's hand away. She staggered to her feet and fled to her room, where she looked at the state of her clothes. The blouse was soaked with Jack's semen -- but at least that could be washed out, which was more than could be said for her tweed skirt, which would need the services of a Dry Cleaner. She took them both off and discovered that the wetness had gone through to her slip. She now knew she would have to go back down to the bathroom to wash the blouse and slip and attempt to somehow sponge the skirt -- and soon, before it dried. There was a soft tap-tap-tapping at the door. "Don't come in!" she barked. "I'm not... decent!" "You certainly look decent to me," replied Jack. The door swung open gently, to reveal that he was standing with a bowl of hot water and a towel over his shoulder. Amanda felt utterly exposed; all she was wearing was her brassiere, suspender belt, stockings and shoes. She was appalled that he had simply walked in on her -- into a room that she had, until now, considered to be her sanctuary. "What do you think you're doing? Get out at once!" Her hands flew to cover her breasts and pubic region, much as they had earlier in the day. Jack just smiled gently and said, "I brought you some hot water and a towel. I figured you might need them for the skirt. "You might want to wash your face as well." Confused, Amanda quickly raised her hand to her cheek where she felt the wetness that told her where else Jack's ejaculation had ended up. Her hand shot back down to cover herself again. "Please!" she begged. He remained where he was and said, "Why don't you take your bra off and show me just how beautiful you really are?" Amanda's mouth dropped open. She simply couldn't believe what he had just suggested. A man she had known for less than twenty four hours was standing in her room, asking her to strip naked for him. Why on earth would he think that she was remotely likely to do such a thing? But then her mind stole back to the events of earlier in the day. Perhaps she had been guilty of leading him on just a little bit. Maybe she could have resisted going in for a swim and ultimately exposing herself -- even if unwittingly. She could have ignored his erection and simply not commented upon it. Even after she had peed yards from where he stood, in effect, it was she who had suggested that he masturbate then. And as for downstairs, well what was she thinking of; taking hold of his penis and rubbing him? Jack's head leant to one side and he whispered, "You really are beautiful you know. Most men would kill to be where I am right now." Overwhelmed by what she perceived as a compliment and bewildered as to how else to react, she brought her hands up behind her and unhooked the bra. She took it off and dropped it to one side. Then, not sure what to do with her hands and realising that covering herself again was now pretty much pointless; she hung her arms limply at her sides. "Simply beautiful," said Jack. But then, to her utter dismay, he turned, placed the bowl and towel on the dressing table and then walked out, closing the door behind him. Amanda's eyes filled with tears. She had fully expected to be ravished and instead he had left her alone. Why? He said she was beautiful, why didn't he stay? For the first time in many, many years she wanted a man, but he didn't seem to want her. Discovery Island In reply he sat up and kissed her again, then told her," Get up on your hands and knees, lass. I want to take you from behind." A shiver ran through her body as she wondered what he meant. But no sooner had she assumed the position than he was up behind her, nudging his prick at her already gaping vagina. This time there was no resistance and he plunged right in up to his balls. Amanda felt his testicles tickle that extra sensitive area that he had called her clitoris. Then he held onto her hips and began stroking hard and fast. It felt amazing, but the slapping of his thighs against her buttocks was so loud! It felt like a spanking; she had never thought about anyone doing that to her before, but it was an additional stimulation and her arousal level rose dramatically. Amanda wanted to tell him to keep making love to her in this forceful manner, but her normal vocabulary simply didn't have the words. Shocked, she heard herself resorting to the language of the gutter, "Oh, yes Jack! Fuck me harder. Really shove that cock in deep. Oh, it's happening again. Ohhhhhhh. Mmmmmmm." The orgasm was so powerful that she felt dizzy and dropped to her elbows, but still Jack kept pounding away. Having already come so many times today, he was able to last a lot longer. She began to recover and he could feel her responding again. He slowed his pace a little. "I love it when you talk dirty. It's so unlike you!" Looking back over her shoulder at him, she looked a little shame faced "Don't", she said. "I feel so embarrassed that I said those things. It was the passion of the moment that made me do it." "What you mean is; it made you feel so horny that you gave into it. Why don't you tell me what you want me to do now?" "I can't! I don't know what to say. Oh!" The last word was because he'd rammed into her hard again. He kept pounding a few more times. "How does that feel," he asked. "It...lt feels good. It feels like you're spanking me." "What am I spanking?" "My... my bottom." "You can do better than that." "My... my arse. You're spanking my arse! You're fucking me and spanking my arse at the same time. You're slamming your cock deep inside me and your balls are... ohhhh! Stroking my clitoris." "And how is it making you feel?" She paused to gather her wits before speaking. "Horny. You're making me feel fucking horny. I want you take that cock and keep fucking me until I come again." "Will you suck my cock again afterwards?" "Yes, anything. You can do anything with me. Just please make me come again." Amanda could feel the pressure in her loins building rapidly, she was oh so close. And then Jack's rhythm became erratic and after two more thrusts she felt him reach his orgasm. Just the thought of it pushed her over the edge. The climax seemed to go on even longer than before. Exhausted, they both fell down on the bed, bathed in sweat and breathing heavily as if they'd just run the elusive four minute mile. Sleep came rapidly and they went through the night with their arms wrapped around each other. Amanda woke first and lay there wondering where her life would go from here.