3 comments/ 66119 views/ 17 favorites The Most Sensuous Game By: curlyspurs "This is the first chapter of a story where a college girl is kidnapped and released on a tropical island where women are hunted for sex. In this chapter she arrives on the island where she meets someone and learns of her situation." CHAPTER 1: My arrival My life on the island began in a confusing, cool, damp blackness. Faint sounds, crept their way into the silence of my head; intensity slowly growing, dragging me out of the foggy, unconscious tunnel of sleep. Groggily, my mind tried to focus, churning to process the sounds and their origin. The neural firings pulled me still further into conscious wakefulness until finally I began to process my surroundings. It was the quiet black of night, the air thick and heavy with humidity, yet a cool, salty breeze raced over my skin, tossing wisps of hair repeatedly across my face. The wind carried a chill which alerted me to my complete nudity, skin buzzing with tiny goose bumps from head to toe. My sensitive nipples stood erect, tingling and straining into the cool night air. My mind stirred frantically, trying to make sense of the darkness which engulfed me. "Where was I... How had I gotten there... Why... What was happening?" The weight of my body hung heavy against my arms, hands bound together high above me. I realized that my feet were on the ground, knees slightly bent and stood, bare feet pressing into the sand, relieving some of the ache in my tired arms and shoulders. Even standing fully, my still bound hands were anchored above my head. Against my back I felt the rough texture of wood, a tree or post, maybe the diameter of a basketball. My fingers reached out at my bindings, attempting to build a mental image from what they encountered. Several lengths of rope had been wound around my wrists, pinning them tightly together and from those bindings, a single, dime-sized rope led high above my reach, probably affixed somehow to the structure at my back. As I assessed my dire surroundings I began to process the soft defeated sobbing which now filled the darkness around me. I wasn't alone. Hope and then fear boiled up inside me as I struggled helplessly against my bindings. In a panic, I screamed for help, or at least I tried to. Sounds parted my lips, but I could not speak. I could scream, yell and, as all hope drained from my body, cry. *** Whether I look at myself subjectively or objectively doesn't matter. I grew up as the prototypical spoiled rich kid, largely without material want. I had worn only name brand clothing, attended private schools, lived in the best neighborhood and spent most holidays on foreign soil, all courtesy of my father's dime. Throughout my high school years I sat high atop my peers who clamored for the scraps that fell from my social table. I'm sure, as a young girl I may have benefited from more quality time, or for that matter, any real time with my parents, but by my teens I had convinced myself I had less time for them than they had for me. Most story lines about neglected childhoods end with poor choices, rebellion and a "bad girl" attitude, but I had succumb to the same genetic code which drove my parents to success. Even high atop the social ladder, my ambition drove me to the top of my class and away from sex, drugs and rock and roll. I wasn't happy. My friendships were superficial and I never met the fairytale prince who was as interested in me as he was with my "goods and services." Neither my grades, attachments nor finances prohibited my selection of post-secondary education so as soon as the cap and gown were shed, I left, enrolling in a university as far from my roots as this country's borders allowed. Oddly enough, I craved the anonymity of normal and college provided just the escape I needed. I had grown to loathe the social status usually afforded me due solely to my background and, upon arriving, shed my designer labels for department store brands, committing myself to a fresh start. Besides the dressed down wardrobe, several other changes accompanied my new life. For the first time, I found a job. I didn't work a lot of hours or even need the money; my parents still paid all my bills. It first it was mostly for show, another layer to hide my past, but it also gave me a small sense of independence. The work was easy, taking orders in a small trendy coffee shop on the edge of campus town. Occasionally it was busy, but there were also lulls which provided me time to keep up with my course work. The coffee shop was conveniently located within walking distance of both the campus and my apartment, which I shared with a pre-med major who spent most of her time in the campus library. Course work and my schedule at the coffee shop occupied some of my time, but I still needed to find a hobby, something different than the usual extravagant shopping trips. During the first few weeks of school one of my classes took a field trip to the nearby state park, and I was hooked. It was only a few blocks from my apartment, an easy walk. I traded studying in the library for studying near a small waterfall or under the shade of a great tree. I walked the beginner trails then hiked the rugged ones. Depending on my schedule, every morning or evening I'd run through the park trails and on the weekends my activities were more extreme, rock climbing or kayaking. Sometimes, I'd just sit in silence, taking it all in. It was here in nature's grand theater that I finally found my repose. Just as true happiness was sneaking into my life, it was jerked from my grasp. My old life ended one late night walking home from the coffee shop and I was born into this new, strange world. *** Noises from the brush and shadows of movement shook me from my sobbing self pity. My heart beat wildly against my chest, pumping the fight or flight adrenaline through my body and honing my senses. A girl's scream cut through the night air like a knife. It was followed immediately by beastly, carnal yells of men. Every fiber of my being exploded with fear and I renewed a furious struggle against my bindings, kicking, shaking and thrashing to escape an unknown fate. From out of the darkness a shadow rushed toward me and I froze, fearing the end was near. The figure closed the distance between us revealing a wild-eyed woman with an object raised high above her head. Just as she reached me, her hands began a furious downward swing at which I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. Her first blow landed squarely against the rope above my hands, jerking my bindings. She struck several more times before I realized she was attempting to free me. Hope began to spring up from somewhere deep inside and I tugged hard against the rope. The carnal yells and screams were getting closer. Waves of fear crashed against the spring of hope. With the combination of a desperate pull and final blow, the single rope which lashed my bindings to the pole broke and I fell to the ground. The strange savior helped me to my feet pulling me, screaming with her eyes to run. I chased her through the dark brush, hands still bound together, putting distance between the disturbing cries behind us. My mind did not form thoughts and simply ran. The adrenaline coursing through my body and my active outdoor life style, helped me continue a frenzied dash deep into the strange wilderness, keeping pace with this stranger whom I owed so much. Time passed, and as the sun began to lift the veil of darkness our pace slowed to a jog and finally a brisk walk. The woman marched on, obviously heading to a specific destination. Several times I made unsuccessful attempts at speech, finally, reluctantly accepting my condition. Since my liberator also did not talk, I assumed she too shared this limitation. As light raced across the sky, the wildlife around us woke. Movement and sounds filled the air. A tropical paradise emerged from the shadows of darkness. Sandy trails wound through a light brushy under story while tall tropical trees obscured half of the brightening sky. We finally stopped at the edge of a beautiful tropical pool shielded from view with thick vegetation from all but our current vantage point. The sandy trail we had been traveling widened to form a small welcoming beach with a large flat rock off to one side. The deep blue waters of the pool were about the size of a 2 car garage. In the early morning sun, I had never seen anything so beautiful. The woman led me to the edge of the water where she untied my bonds and then we both knelt to drink at the side of the pool. The water was crystal clear, cool and refreshing. I drank my fill and then collapsed into an exhausted sleep. *** Rested, I stirred from my nap initially confused by my surroundings. "It must have been a dream," I thought before finally accepting that last night's terrified tramp through the jungle actually happened. My mind started to race with unanswered questions until the sight of my rescuer caught my attention. She was in the pool, back towards me, the water line high on her thighs. She too was nude. Her wavy hair was jet black and fell to the middle of her back, skin deeply bronzed from a long kiss by a tropical sun. I watched intently as she cupped water from the pool, raised it and then slowly poured it over her body. Toned muscles flexed beneath her soft gentle skin and her exposed butt stood high and tight on her body. I must have made a noise, because she turned to face me. Watching her seemed like I was paging through the pictures of an exotic centerfold photo shoot. She appeared to be my age with a lean athletic build and an incredible long shapely body. Her breasts were simply amazing. They were full, much larger than my own, and perched high on her chest, resisting the gravity that must pull at their weight. Each breast was the same deep bronze highlighted by a half dollar sized, well defined, dark brown areola and nipple. Inadvertently my eyes drifted down between her legs where I saw the well manicured thin black line of hair leading down to the top of an otherwise clean-shaven pussy. My staring was obvious and irresistible and I almost didn't notice her motion for me to join her. In my foggy state of obedience, I rose to my feet, brushing the sand from my skin and stepped into the water. Slowly I moved toward this wonderful woman who's beauty I envied and to whom I owed so much, not knowing what was about to happen. Suddenly, I became aware of my own nudity and crossed one arm to shield my breast and used a second hand to cover the area between my legs. The incredible woman made no such effort to cover herself. Each step I took brought me closer and revealed more of the beauty of her face. The eyes which had been wild and crazed when she freed me were now dark, mystifying circles of warmth. Most of her face had dainty features except for full, pouting lips. She reached out and took my hands in hers leading me to a spot directly in front of her. Looking down, I saw the sharp contrast of her bronzed hands against the light complexion of my skin. I couldn't resist comparing my bodies features to those of this golden goddess. We were both lean, but I was a good 6 inches shorter and my creamy skin did more to conceal the muscles that lay beneath. My shoulder length, hair was straight and a golden blonde. My ass was firm and small, to her long and lean, and had more curve than hers. The most striking difference was when comparing our breasts. My breasts are best described like those of a young teen. They are small, not quite large enough to fill out a B cup bra. At their tip is a light pink areola no larger than a quarter and at its center a small pink nipple. Reaching into the cool waters, she cupped water in her hands and slowly poured it over my body. I stood there, unable to move as the cool waters cascaded down my naked body. With each trickle of water, I felt my body relax washing away my cares. Never before had I felt such tender care. I was both fearful and eager to embark on my first experience with another woman. It was a fantasy I had often while gently bringing myself to orgasm beneath my silky sheets, but one I believed would never be realized. In this foggy state it took longer than expected for me to realize she was carefully rinsing the scrapes and cuts I'd received while fighting against my bindings and running through the tropical understory. The realization that this exotic beauty was only caring for my wounds caused my face to burn with embarrassment. She must have seen my humiliation because she gently held my face in her caring hands and leaned in to place a warm and tender kiss on my lips. Her full lips parted only enough to briefly embrace my lower lip before slowly pulling away and slipping her body below the surface of the pool. My eyes had closed the second she held my face, not wanting to betray their desire. After her kiss I longed to know what I might have seen in her eyes. Holding that kiss deep inside my heart, I too slid into the waters to cool my body and shed the horrors of the previous night. *** After the swim I felt refreshed, but away from the healing waters my mind again raced with the reality of my situation. Questions seem to rise out of every crevice, building on each other and soon a desire to escape filled my soul. The sands of the beach provided us a basic means of communication. She first wrote the cliff notes version of her story. "Name -- Jenna" "4 months here" "Kidnapped from college" Her story mirrored my own, but I hoped that my stay would not be so prolonged. It was good to know her name and I shared mine, Natalie, with her, although since we couldn't speak, I didn't really see the point. Then I continued with my short written questions and learned that Jenna believed we were on an island, although she wasn't sure about its size or location. When I scribbled my question about what happened back where she freed me, Jenna's eyes swelled with tears. In the sand she replied, "here, men hunt us for sex." The Most Sensuous Game Ch. 02 CHAPTER 2: HUNTED A week passed since my arrival. Each morning I woke to the startling reality that I was on a tropical island where men hunted me for sex. I had been stripped of everything, clothing, possessions and even my voice. Too scared to even attempt escape my only refuge was a small pool of clear, cool water. Food was scarce in the area and most days my stomach burned with hunger. Fortunately, Jenna, an exotic beauty about my age, had freed me from my bindings when I first had arrived on the island, saving me from unknown torment. Still, with only a stick in the sand to communicate with Jenna, I felt alone. Jenna had survived the island's dangers for 4 months and had showed me which foods were safe to eat, and more importantly, which were not. We timed our food excursions near and dusk and dawn. Those hours provided some relief from the tropical heat and enough light to forage but also ample shadows to provide concealment from the hunters. In the heat of the day we would loaf in or along the side of our tropical pool, beneath the comforting shade of the trees. As the natural food supply near our pool dwindled, it forced us to forage further from its safety. A constant hunger took residence in my belly. One early morning the limited resources had me wandering far from the pool in an unfamiliar jungle. The growing desire for food and escape pushed me onward until I became disorientated, and lost. Pressing on, I found myself standing in the brush at the edge of a long sandy beach staring out across a seemingly endless ocean. The surf pounded against the sand and ocean wind rustled through the trees. It was so beautiful here, really a tropical paradise and except for my first night and mild hunger, I had adapted and may have even enjoyed its simplicity. Still, all I could think about was escape. I was just about to step onto the beach and run into the ocean when distant movement caught my eye. It had appeared from around a corner of the beach and was moving quickly toward me. Instinctively I crouched into the cover of the brush. It only took a few seconds for me to realize that it was another young woman. I was just about to call out to her when her pursuers came into view. The two hunters were gaining on her, running her down like lions would a gazelle. Frozen in fear, I was unable to help this other woman without falling prey myself or flee without being discovered. The woman was beautiful -- her large breasts rocking violently as she ran. Her red skin matched the fire in her hair and I deduced that the sunburn was an indication she, like me, was new to the island, perhaps one of the unfortunate girls sobbing in the darkness when I had arrived. My natural tendency for order immediately gave her the name "Red." Her body was a bit curvier than Jenna or I, but in a sultry and womanly way. The two men caught and pushed her to the ground on the beach just in front of the brush which concealed my position. When she climbed back to her feet they surrounded her, taunting, pushing her back and forth between them. Like the women I had seen on the island, the hunters were naked - their bodies ripped with muscles and tanned from the tropical sun. At my close proximity, I could clearly see the lust growing between their legs, cocks lengthening, stretching outward and upward. I dared not breathe. The men forced Red to her hands and knees, taking up positions in front and behind her. The man in front of her had long dark, wavy hair and made me think of Tarzan while the man behind her had bleached, nearly white hair contrasting with his deep bronze skin, the prototypical surfer. "Tarzan" had grabbed two handfuls of Red's long, flaming hair and was rubbing his swollen shaft across the tenderness of her face, cheeks, nose and tightly closed lips. She firmly resisted, turning away from his cock at every opportunity, but as his grip tightened she seemed to accept her fate slowly opening her mouth to accept the swollen beast. I watched in awe. She wasn't sucking him, rather the hunter deeply fucked her face with his cock. With each thrust, I could hear the sound of her gags and watched her spit glisten on his shaft. Behind her, the surfer had his cock in his hand and, although I couldn't see it clearly, I could tell by his movements he was sliding its head up and down the entrance to the woman's pussy. With a bit of work he was able to penetrate through her reluctant folds and drive his shaft inside Red. My attention turned back to Tarzan. I watched as he continued to impale her face repeatedly on his cock and saw his body begin to flex before with a final jerk of her hair he buried his cock deep into her throat, grunted, jerked and exploded into her. His cock filled Red's throat and she was turning nearly purple from lack of air. Just as I thought she was going to pass out, Tarzan pulled his wet creamy cock from her mouth, throw a cloth bag on the ground in front of her, turn and walk up the beach leaving the other hunter still thrusting behind Red. Without a thick cock down her throat, it surprised me to hear erotic moans escaping Reds open mouth and I was appalled by myself when I realized I had unconsciously buried my finger inside my own now-aching pussy. I hated that watching these two men take what they wanted from this young woman had turned me on and that I actually was imagining myself in her place. But I couldn't help myself -- my own carnal nature took over. My finger moved in and out of my pussy matching the rhythm of the Surfer's cock as it moved in and out of the other woman. In my mind, my finger was his cock and he was fucking me. My orgasm washed over me just as the Surfer started grunting in his own erotic explosion. I bit down so hard on my lower lip to prevent any sounds of pleasure escaping that I tasted warm, salty blood. He pulled his cock from her pussy, still twitching, cum oozing from its tip. Like Tarzan, he threw a cloth bag to the ground, turned and walked away. My body was still quivering from orgasm as, from the bushes, I watched Red regain her strength. Overwhelmed with guilt I stayed hidden, ashamed of my inaction and even more so of the pleasure I had taken in her horror. My curiosity, although it burned to know the contents of the cloth bags was not enough to overcome my shame so I stayed hidden as I watched the woman gather the bags and quietly walk away. It was now clear the hunters would behave as animals, beasts searching only for carnal pleasure and I was the hunted. "How many hunters are there," I wondered, "how many prey," and "Could I avoid my apparent fate, and did I even want to." Eventually I began walking back in the direction of the pool, hoping to find a landmark I recognized that would get me back. My feet felt like lead as I carried more guilt than I thought possible. Wandering aimlessly, my mind raced with questions, until Jenna found me. The sight of her sent relief sweeping over me, alone on this island seemed unbearable. Back at the edge of the pool, I waded into the waters, slipped beneath the surface and tried to rinse my guilt in its cool waters. After my swim, I dried on the large flat rock in the warm, drying rays of the sun. My week in the tropical rays had faded my tan lines, noticeably darkening my skin. Once dry, I collected some large soft leaves and made a bed in the shade for a midday nap. Sleep did not come easy. Instead my mind replayed what I had witnessed. Had I really watched another woman get raped by two men right in front of me and done nothing? My mind tried to justify my inaction with logical thoughts of my inability to do anything even if I had tried and what might of happened to me. But instead of just guilt, I now also felt weak and powerless. It further disturbed me to know I had masturbated to a fantastic climax watching 2 hunters devour their prey. What would Jenna think if she knew? Mentally exhausted, sleep finally came, but not before one more burning question snuck into my thoughts, "what was in the cloth bags?" *** My arrival on this island was terrifying, but since, it had been mostly peaceful. I had even begun to enjoy the simple life here. However, on the first day of my second week I was reminded of the danger present on this island when I witnessed two men forcibly fuck a voluptuous red-headed woman, and done nothing. Waking into the heat of an exceptionally muggy afternoon, after a morning search for food had come up empty and I had witnessed the hunters in action, Jenna and I decided it was time to take a risk. The resources in the area around the pool were depleted leaving us two options: forage further or leave the pool all together and try to find both food and shelter on another part of the island. Jenna had only found the pool a week before I arrived, spending her previous three and a half months bouncing from one location to another, never staying in one area for more than a couple days. It had been the only refuge I had known so neither of us wanted to leave the cooling waters of our hidden pool. After this morning, I knew it was only a half hour walk to the ocean and its potentially vast food supply. I sketched the idea in the sand by our pool to which Jenna quickly crossed it out and wrote "danger." The beach did pose a real danger leaving us exposed to the men who hunted us for sex, I'd seen it first hand, but I believed it was worth the risk and finally convinced Jenna. I followed her through the sandy trails, weaving between the tropical vegetation making frequent stops to listen for danger. Jenna took us to the beach at what could only be described as a cautious half speed. When we finally reached the edge of the vegetation we stopped and waited in silence. We were standing just feet from where I had hidden earlier today helplessly watching the red-haired woman raped by 2 hunters. A wave of guilt flushed over my body remembering my failure to act and the erotic desire I held while watching her violation. My fantasy about taking her place was replaced with fear of the reality that one day I would in fact take her place against my will. It wasn't long before we saw a hunter stalking along the beach waiting. Watching him, we noticed a second man hiding in the bushes just off the sand. They were lying in ambush for girls, like the fiery-haired, busty woman from earlier today, or Jenna, or me. They knew we were hungry and would eventually go to the best food source available. The sun sunk low in the sky turning it a brilliant red. In the distance we saw a woman run from the bushes towards the ocean waters, bending over to collect mussels or other food and then watched as three hunters swarmed upon her taking turns forcing themselves into her in the shallow waters. Jenna and I watched in silence as one by one they threw a cloth bag to the ground then continued down the beach. This was the second time in one day I had watched a woman raped and done nothing. Thankfully, this time I felt less guilt. Jenna was there with me and did not act; either to prevent it or to welcome the girl to our small group. I sensed she knew the risk of exposure too well and with our food already limited, one more would just exacerbate our needs. In the cover of darkness we returned to the pool, defeated and painfully hungry. *** Hunger pains woke me in the early morning light and I looked over to see Jenna, beautiful Jenna, sleeping peacefully. I was determined to go back to the beach in search of food, but knew she would object since the hunters frequented it. I silently crept away running through the brush toward the ocean waters, praying any area hunters would still be asleep. I only briefly paused at the tree line before sprinting across the beach to the water. The oceans shallow waters teamed with wildlife and I reached down into the waters, harvesting whatever looked edible. As quickly as I had run to the water I held my bounty and ran back into the cover of the trees. Out of breath, I stopped 20 yards inside the cover of the brush and turned toward the beach to see if I had been noticed. Straining my eyes up and down the beach I waited, the surf and my heart pounding in my ears. When I was sure I hadn't been seen I turned back to the jungle coming face to face with a hunter. The ocean life dropped from my hands as I moved to sprint away, but was caught by the steel grip of his hands. I started to scream, but then realized it would only bring more hunters. With a single hand he pinned both my arms to a tree above my head. Fear paralyzed my body. I shut my eyes tightly, trying hard to ignore his other hand squeezing and twisting at my tender nipples. I thought about all the things they tell you as a young woman facing an attacker; scream, fight, resist, but accepted that none of them would improve my situation. It was more likely a mob of angry monkeys would join in the attack than a knight in shining armor would come to my rescue. So, I did my best to separate my body from my soul. *** Before I fell victim to material things; electronics, designer clothes, shoes and accessories; I was a girl like any other. I tried to focus on the thoughts of childhood play, running with friends across a playground. Long forgotten childhood memories began to flood my mind -- I loved the park, the swings, slides, water and the cool, soft grass under my feet. While I'd abandoned the open air for stuffy malls in my early teens, my love of nature was renewed during my first year of college and now, even as things tore down around me, I appreciated the beauty of this tropical paradise. *** I didn't resist when he kicked my legs apart. I feared the pain from a cock shoved into an unwilling body. His cock pressed against the opening to my pussy and in a single stroke, penetrated me fully. It burned when he pushed through the folds of my pussy, so much so that I prayed for his cum inside to lubricate my stretching walls. He fucked my violently, slapping me across the face when I began to cry. I remembered the other woman penetrated from both ends by two hunters and found comfort in knowing that, had our roles been reversed, I wouldn't blame her for inaction. Imagining watching me from the brush, I even could accept this as erotic. When he exploded inside me I finally felt relief, it was over. Pulling his cock from inside me he released my hands and let me slump to the ground. Before he turned to walk away, he threw something toward me. I opened my eyes to see the mysterious cloth bag, but I no longer cared what was inside. I'm not sure how long it took to gather myself, but I knew unless I made my way back to the pool, I risked another encounter. My vision was blurred from a combination of tears and the swelling which burned the left side of my face where I had been struck. Reaching out, I pulled the bag toward me and spilled its contents. I had paid dearly for couple of bread rolls, fruit, nuts and 2 sticks of dried meat. I replaced the food in the bag and managed to find two of the mussels I'd grabbed from the ocean. Standing I slowly meandered back toward the pool in a disorientated daze, longing for Jenna's comfort, tender touch and silent understanding. The Most Sensuous Game Ch. 03 CH 3 – FRIENDS ***the 3rd installment of a story following a young woman who is kidnapped and dropped on a tropical island where women are hunted for sex. This chapter focuses on an intimate first time shared between Natalie and her friend Jenna*** Jenna's face lit up with happiness when she saw me coming through the island brush, but her joy was immediately replaced with concern when she noticed my swollen face and then horror when her eyes fell on the cloth bag in my hands. Jenna knew the bag was thrown to women here after falling prey to a hunter's sexual conquest. It was a badge of shame. My last memory before I woke tied to a post in the darkness on this island was walking home from the campus coffee shop where I worked. Whomever kidnapped me, stole more than my happiness and clothing, somehow they had also taken my speech and as far as I could tell, the voices of everyone on the island. Before today, I had avoided falling prey to the men on this island for more than a week. Here they hunt me and who knows how many other young women down like animals and take us for their sexual conquest. Had it not been for Jenna, I would not have lasted as long as I did. She rescued me my first night, showed me the food sources and shared the hidden tropical pool that I now stood before. Somberly I stumbled past her and sat on our small secluded beach. Jenna sat next to me, were she able to speak, I doubt she would have had the words. Opening the bag I shared the feast which had cost me so much – a couple rolls, fruit, nuts and 2 sticks of jerky. I think she considered refusing the food, but realized I needed my sacrifice, however unwilling, to make some sort of difference. With the food in the bag gone, Jenna stood and led me to the cool waters as she had done on my first day here on the island. I stood there motionless, the cool waters midway up my stomach, my head tilted down, avoiding Jenna's eyes. My only true friend slowly, methodically rinsed the sand, dirt and shame from my body one tender handful of water at a time. Her soft and gentle hands were calming and comforting. Jenna's hands gently held my head and slowly raised it. My eyes wandered up from the water until they met hers. In those deep, dark eyes I saw neither pity nor shame. When I saw her pouty lips mouth the words, "Oh Natalie," I broke down. Jenna held me there in the water, lightly stroking my sun-bleached hair as I sobbed, and continued comforting me into the night even holding me while I slept. *** I woke quietly, eyes swollen, Jenna's arms still wrapped around me, our naked flesh pressed warmly together in the cool morning air. Jenna stirred behind me and I turned into her, looked deep into her eyes and mouthed the words "thank you." I wanted her to hear those words, to know how much I appreciated her. Then, I kissed her. The kiss wasn't premeditated, it just... happened. It was natural, warm and as beautiful as this island paradise. I watched Jenna's eyes close a tender moment after our lips first met. My eyes closed too, focusing my attention on touch. Her lips were warm, soft and full. The kiss started with our lips briefly parted, her lips closing around my top lip and mine around her bottom. Jenna had kissed me during my first day on the island, but not like this. I'd never kissed another woman like this before. It started somewhat confusing because it was friendly but also loving and tender. My confusion lifted when I felt her mouth open and the warm wetness of her tongue slip into my mouth. Immediately sparks of passion shot through my naked body and down between my legs. My tongue reached out to greet hers and together they twisted and danced in the shared warmth of our mouths. Jenna's hands now moved across my back and stroked my hair, pulling the flesh of our bodies together. My hands too were wandering across her deeply bronzed skin and grasping fistfuls of her dark black hair. This was starkly different from anything I'd ever done with guys who approached these intimate moments like they did video games – advancing through the levels as quickly as possible trying to win the game. Time stopped and the world floated away as our bodies were woven together in passion, and it was only the beginning. In one swift and silky movement, Jenna rolled on top, never breaking our kiss. Straddling me she supported her weight on her hands and knees, leaning forward kissing me, unleashing feelings of an animal type passion I'd never felt before. Her hands found mine, interlacing our fingers and pinning them on the ground above my head. I was completely at her mercy – feeling both helpless and safe at once. Jenna broke our kiss and pulled away, gazing into my eyes. I looked back at her, every ounce of my being pleading for her to continue. Slowly she lowered her head towards me, I lifted my head to meet her, but she stopped just out of reach, and a teasing smile crept slyly across her beautiful face. She leaned forward pulling her hips off me and lowering her right breast just out of reach of my longing mouth. I had envied Jenna's breasts the moment I first saw them in our secret pool. Round and full they resisted the gravity which must pull at their weight. They were larger than mine, probably a C cup back in the world where we had clothing. They were deeply bronzed by the sun and accentuated at the tip with dark brown, half dollar-sized areolas. Centered in each areola was a matching pencil eraser-sized nipple that now was hard, standing nearly an inch off her breast. Repeatedly, Jenna brushed her erect nipples across my face and particularly my lips, staying just far enough away to prevent me from engulfing its darkened tip. The teasing was erotic; with each pass, my desire to suck on her nipples grew. Finally, she lowered one into the warmth of my wanting mouth. I sucked her in deeply, forcing a groan of pleasure to erupt from her lips. My tongue playfully danced around her hardened nipple, flicking, licking and pulling at its excited rigidity. The expression in Jenna's face and her soft moans encouraged my rookie efforts. I'd not realized how powerful it would be to give this much pleasure to another woman and how much it would turn me on. My body yearned to be touched, back arching into the air beneath Jenna's hanging breasts. Jenna slowly pulled a nipple from my mouth, and as she did I gave it a playful nibble. She then leaned down, past flushed face to kiss my neck. Her kisses continued downward until they circled my nipples which were screaming for attention. I watched the dark complexion of her face and lips until they pulled my small pink nipple inside. My breasts were much smaller than hers, a small B cup, tipped with small, quarter-sized pink areolas and nipples. Even though my body had been kissed by the islands tropical sun, it remained fair compared to Jenna and the contrast between her dark mouth and my milky breast was amazing. As Jenna's mouth and tongue teased my nipples I felt the warmth of her pussy resting on my own warm wetness. Slowly she swiveled her hips, rubbing our pussies together. The swollen lips of our pussies slipped against each other, our shared wetness proof of our aroused state. The grinding was bumping my clit perfectly, slowly building for an orgasm and it appeared to be working for her too. Jenna released her lock on my breasts and sat up. Our fingers still entangled, but now embraced in the air between us. Her grinding was more deliberate and I felt the tingles of a warm flush wash over my naked body. It was surreal, like watching an exotic porn star. Jenna's eyes were closed, head tilted back, biting her lower lip. Each thrust and gyration of her hips caused a slight bounce in her incredible tits. Now I was lifting my hips to meet each intensified thrust delivered by Jenna. Together our rocking turned furious as our bodies fought to hold back the orgasms. Breathing ceased. And then, together, we burst; pleasure pouring out of us like a torrential rain. My orgasm pounded my body with wave after wave of crashing pleasure. As our orgasms subsided, the grinding was replaced by the wet sliding of our swollen pussies together until Jenna finally collapsed on top of me. Even in my exhausted state I was turned on by our breasts rubbing together. We laid there like that for several minutes before Jenna lifted her exotic body and kissed me. Our lips were full and soft, yet cool, their warm blood drained to other parts more deserving during our encounter. That kiss was more loving, more tender than I thought possible. We laid there together for a long time, neither of us wanting the moment to end. *** After some time, reality began to creep into my mind, ending my special moment with Jenna. I think she felt the same way because we looked at each other one last time before rising to our feet. We both knew it was time to leave the pool which had become our home. For this no words were necessary. The food was gone and as we foraged further and longer, our risk of another hunter encounter increased significantly. Jenna and I slipped into the cool refreshing waters for one last swim. This time was different, I basked in her personal space, kissing, hands exploring and eyes lusting after each other's wet bodies. I was learning Jenna was a tease. Her hands rubbed my breasts, fingers rolling my hardened nipples between them. She playfully squeezed my ass until finally her hand drifted between my legs. She stood behind me, cupping and kneading my left breast while holding the warm opening of my pussy in her right hand. I waited with great anticipation for her to slip a finger inside me. Jenna began to trace the opening to my pussy up and down with her long, slender middle finger, parting its lips and sliding the wetness along, but just when I felt like she was about to penetrate me, Jenna kissed me on the neck, slipped her hands away from my body, turned and began to walk away, leaving me heated with no relief. Turned on and a little frustrated, we set off, hoping to find escape or a new home that offered food, shelter and fresh water. Cautiously we moved through the tropical jungle, searching all morning and into the thick heat of the afternoon. We were traveling through a part of the island where neither of us had been before. Just as I was about to collapse with exhaustion, I saw a large pool hidden in the understory. Jenna saw it too and together we rushed toward the cooling waters. When we reached the water's edge I felt the ground yanked from under my feet and crashed into Jenna as our bodies were hurdled into the air. We both screamed, too long and loudly when there are hunters about. After our initial surprise we bounced and swayed, uncomfortably balled together in a rope net, 10 feet above the sandy floor. Before we had even stopped rocking back and forth a small group of young women emerged from the brush. Immediately I knew they were different. Like everyone else on the island they were nude, but their bodies were painted with exotic tattoos and they wore jewelry made from colorful rocks, shells and other ornaments found on the island. There was no comfort in their expressions and my body tensed with fear. These women were not here to help us.