We were two days out of Hawaii, sailing a nice twenty footer and really enjoying the warm tropical sunshine. Just the two of us, heading out to New Zealand with perfect weather. The boat was well stocked, and fitted with good nav-aids, including a satellite locator system. Sailing had now joined flying in sophistication of radar and sat-nav electronics, taking one of the oldest forms of travel into the twenty-first century.
Lena took every opportunity to work on her tan, since her fair skin was prone to burning, we kept a chart of her exposure. Exposure was the right term too, as she sunbathed on the forward deck in the nude. San Francisco to Hawaii had taught her to cover up, first against the cold, and later to keep from turning lobster red. Now she had a respectable tan, after almost two weeks of sailing and tropical climes.
Her dark blonde hair was turning lighter, and her skin darker. Each day, she became lovelier, and I never missed the chance to tell her. She urged me to go "native" and for a while I did. Unfortunately, the warm sun on our bodies and the feel of the wind across heretofore covered skin caused us to be inattentive to the boat. We agreed that we'd wait until evening when the sea-anchor was dropped and we wouldn't drift so far off course.
Late afternoon showed dark clouds across the entire horizon. I had Lena take the wheel, while I checked the weather-sat readouts. The little machine hummed as it spat out the paper, and what I saw didn't look very good. A large storm was moving across the Pacific, and the reports indicated that the winds were running about 50 knots. I began plotting a course to take us away and south of the storm, adding perhaps a day to our voyage.
Once course corrections were made, we watched the clouds approach (as we too approached them) and we both were confident we'd skirt the storm. It turned out that we didn't go quite south enough, and towards dusk, the sea began to swell and rock our tiny boat. Lena brought up clothes and rain gear, and we both worked at keeping our boat upright. She manned the wheel, while I kept the rigging from fouling in the harsh weather.
The rain and wind were warm at first, but the fading sun soon brought a chill to our soaked bodies. We worked on into the night, trying to steer the little craft into the waves to keep from capsizing. We both wore our life jackets, just in case, and I made sure that the beacons worked on them. Some sailboats have small diesel engines to help in a storm like this, but we did not. We were completely dependent on the wind, and now we had far too much of it. Rain slashed and stung, both of us wearing glasses had a hard time seeing. Not that there was much to see in the darkness, but it still made our work difficult.
About eight pm, I struck the sails, as the wind was now howling about us, threatening to topple our boat. I had Lena activate the distress beacon on the bow, sending an automatic s.o.s. to a satellite far overhead, then radio our situation and to see if there was a larger vessel nearby. The radio just crackled in silent response, depressing us both.
I hoped that I was wrong about a nagging suspicion that this storm was turning into a hurricane. Each time I tried to set a southerly course, the wind or waves tilted the boat over far enough for water to flow over the decks. "Keep tacking" I thought, trying to set a zigzag course, hoping that I could "zig" southward enough. Lena's hand gripped my arm tight, telling me that she was worried too. In the midst of the commotion, her arms circled my waist and hugged me, easing the tension from me. I looked at her and smiled, albeit a bit thinly, and she smiled back.
Somewhere around midnight, things started to go wrong in a hurry. First a wave crashed onto the fore deck, snapping the main mast like a toothpick. I grabbed Lena and pulled her down, just as the mast crashed against the deck. Another wave washed it off the bow, taking a large piece of the railing with it. Leaping forward, I cut the rigging lines that were fouled and holding the potential battering ram close to the boat.
I made the mistake of being in the way as one rope caught my calf and yanked me off my feet. I groped for a handhold, and found a rope, but it was speeding out to sea, with the mast. The friction burned my hand and through the sleeve of my jacket. The ocean seemed determined to claim me and another wave slammed over the deck, nearly washing me overboard. I heard a scream as I locked my arms around what was left of the railing.
Lena turned the rudder hard over, and I rolled back onto the deck, coughing seawater. Lena yelled for me to get back quickly, and I felt like I was moving through molasses. She said I almost sprinted over the deck. She saw my arm as I took the wheel, trying to keep us upright. The salt water burned and I hissed, but Lena insisted that she wrap it quickly.
She came up with the first aid kit and wrapped my arm as best she could in the pitching seas. I was proud of her courage, and she gave me strength. That is until I saw her face was drained of color, her lips pressed tightly together. I asked her what it was.
"Water is coming in from the deck." She said. "There's about two inches of water on the floor." Again, she didn't say we were sinking, but we both felt it. I looked below, and saw that her estimate was correct. I gave her the wheel and went below, finding that the water was leaking from several long, large cracks in the main deck. The snapping of the mast had taken a toll on the little craft, and now the waves were trying to finish her.
The boat pitched violently, tossing me against the wall. I clambered out and found Lena struggling hard to turn the wheel against the waves. I pushed with her, trying to nose our boat into the next wave, praying that we'd be able to ride out the storm. I looked up through the darkness and saw a vague outline.
"GET DOWN!" I yelled, and I grabbed Lena and pulled her to the deck underneath me. Something slammed the side of the boat, ripping away the top of the cabin, the wheel and most of the communications gear. Wood split and cracked and I felt something large and heavy roll across my back. A wave hit hard and we slid towards the edge. I grabbed Lena's life vest and the railing and hooked my feet into what was left of the cabin. We stopped.
I pulled her to me and we crawled up, seeing that our boat was now very crippled, her cabin partially smashed and water beginning to flood her below. I grabbed a duffle bag that had survival equipment, and pulled a small raft from under the afterdeck's compartment. "Time to leave!" I shouted over the wind. Lena's face told me that she knew it too, but didn't want to go. I didn't either, but it was time.
A wave rocked the boat, and a roar filled our ears. The world suddenly seemed to be yanked from under us, Lean falling against me and both of us falling into the flooded cabin. I held on to her as the boat rocked again, tilting at an impossible angle. Wood complained about stresses, and I was sure that it was all over.
The darkness of the cabin felt like a coffin, and I tried to stand. I realized Lena was limp in my arms and new, real, fear clawed at my insides. Struggling against the angle I tried to reach the deck, holding Lena in one arm. I felt the steps and pulled hard, trying to get us both out of the sinking boat. The boat pitched the other way then, and I felt us both flung into the air. My arm complained about the weight it was pulling and I gripped Lena with every ounce I had left. I held my breath, hoping that we wouldn't go too deep and I could surface us before Lena drowned or I did.
We hit sand.
The jarring impact stunned me, and I thought we'd landed back on the boat, for a moment. The gritty sand in my mouth and face took several seconds to recognize as land. Water rushed up to our waists, and I pulled Lena up onto the beach. I fumbled for the flashlight in my pocket, my hand found her neck and felt for a pulse. It was there, strong and steady. The light played across her soaked hair and face, showing a small gash near the hair-line. Not big enough for stitches, but the idea of a concussion didn't make me feel any better either.
I checked her for broken bones and other injuries and was relieved to find none. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her up onto the beach, laying her well away from the water. Wind whipped sand into my eyes and I peeled off my rain jacket, tucking it around her to keep her warm. Against the wind and rain, I could see the Mary Jo's shape in the gloom, at the shore laying almost on her port side.
I found one of those chemical light-sticks in my life jacket pouch, and I tied it to Lena's hand so that I could find her in the dark if I became disoriented. The green glow made the whole thing seem like and eerie dream. I staggered to the boat, wanting to salvage what I could before exhaustion set in or before the tide hauled her under.
All things considered, I did pretty well. I was able to get plenty of the food items from the boat, along with charts, maps, and a sextant. The radios were smashed completely, and I checked the LORAN locator beacon on the fore-deck, just to find that the mast (or something) had left a ragged hole where it had been mounted. I even found our survival duffle bag on the beach where it had washed ashore.
The beacon unit was trashed by the rocks along the shore, but many things were still useful. I'm not sure where the energy came from, but I kept slogging along until the job was done. My watch said it was 03:00 a.m. Hawaii time. I piled all our equipment and supplies high up on the beach, and checked Lena again. She hadn't moved, still lying in the same position I'd left her. Her pulse and breathing were still strong, and since the wind was letting up, I decided that I'd set up a lean-to shelter for now.
Rain still fell after the winds died away, and they were the warming rains one is used to in the tropics. The spare sailcloth made an excellent makeshift tent, and I used some branches to support it over Lena. Wearily, I crept in the shelter next to her and laid down, putting my arm around her protectively. Chaos reigned in my mind, trying to deal with the storm, Lena's injury, a shipwreck, and being lost in the vast Pacific. I feel into an exhausted sleep shortly, hoping that this would all workout.
I awoke feeling hot and wet. The wet I thought was from the rain, but as I moved, I realized that it was a steamy hot day and sweat was soaking me, wrapped as still was in the rain gear. I reached over and found that Lena wasn't under lean-to with me and panic filled me for a moment. I crawled out and blinked in the bright light, looking around for her.
Shaking my sleep fogged brain, I looked again, and my heart sank when I didn't see her on the beach. I turned towards the ocean and saw the Mary Jo, her cabin a splintered shambles, laying on her side well up on the beach. Something moved near the cabin and I saw Lena's blonde hair as she climbed down to the beach. My legs carried me over towards the boat, complaining about the exertion. She hadn't seen me yet, and as I hit the wet sand she turned around, looking at me in surprise. She ran over to me and stopped, looking at me as if I had just reappeared from thin air.
"Oh God! C'mon babe, let's get you back in the shade and lay down." She said, both chastising me and sounding worried. She moved to my side and slipped under my arm as if I couldn't support myself. I pulled her to me, my arms wrapping around her, holding her tight. She seemed to be afraid of hugging back, as if I'd break. Then she held me tight, melting into my arms and kissing me hard and passionately.
After a few seconds, I felt weak and my knees started to buckle. She kept me on my feet and helped me back to our small shelter. I sat in front of the lean-to, dizzy and feeling weak. Lena opened some canned fruit, and proceeded to feed me by hand. Her eyes betrayed the concern she felt for me, but I was too tired to ask her why. After I had my fill of sliced peaches, she insisted I at least drink some of the syrup for liquid (that a girl... drowned me with kindness). She finished off the peaches and told me to lie down and rest.
"Wait a minute." I said. "I thought I'd be taking care of you. I'm still worried you might have a concussion." She smiled and kissed me on the cheek, her hand on my chest making me lay back down, partially in the lean-to.
"Sweetheart," She began, looking into my eyes. "You've been out cold for a day and a night. And your back looks terrible. I thought you were really hurt bad, internally. I was scared to death I'd lose you."
My back did feel very sore and tender, but I'd thought it to be from the exertions the night before, two nights I corrected myself. I sat up, feeling the stiffness in my joints and back. I looked at the cut on her forehead, and it seemed tiny in comparison to what I thought I'd seen in flashlight.
"How, are YOU though?" I asked. "Any dizziness or headache?" I kept quiz-zing her on her condition, feeling elated when she said that two aspirin had taken care of a slight headache the morning after the storm. Then I chastised her for taking the risk of climbing on the wreck of the Mary Jo. She laughed, but I was serious. She put her hand on my chest and told me that she had slipped in after the tide went out and the MJ was firmly grounded. No risk.
Lena fumbled in the duffle she'd carried out of the boat, and found a pair of metal mirrors. One she gave to me and the other she held behind me so I could see my back after she pulled my shirt off. Someone had painted a long diagonal purple, black, and blue strip about a foot wide on my back, and in several places I had minor abrasions. It looked a lot worse than it felt.
"Now do you see why I was worried about you, Mr. Tough Guy?" She said in a sarcastic tone. I asked what happened the next morning, since I'd rudely slept straight through it.
Lena had awakened in the lean-to sometime after dawn, feeling warm. She sat up, and her head pounded its objection. She saw me, face down on part of the sailcloth and tried to rouse me. When that failed, she checked my pulse and breathing as I had done for her. She checked me for broken bones and when she lifted my shirt, she thought I was seriously injured. She made her own assessment of our situation and checked over our supplies.
All the long talks about survival came back and she set up driftwood for a signal fire, and drew S.O.S. in huge letters in the sand. She'd explored a bit of the nearby jungle like forest, then sat close to me during the warm night until she fell asleep. This morning, she had decided to move us up nearer the forest, and that some minor items needed to be salvaged, including the two metal mirrors. She knew they could be used for signaling planes and boats. She was just coming out of the boat when I woke up.
"Jeez... You mean you actually listened to my survival suggestions?" I asked a bit tongue-in-cheek. She stared at me for a second, giggled, then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me warmly.
"Welcome back to the living." She said softly. We talked about what to do, (the only thing we could...wait), and finally we slowly moved the lean-to up nearer the shade of the palms. We re-draped the cloth and made a fairly spacious living area out of it. Our supplies were stacked neatly inside and out.
This was hot, sweaty work, and we stripped down to bare skin, resting in the shade frequently to prevent overexposure and dehydration. The drift-wood was moved closer to the 'tent' and we settled down as the sun began to fade. We were on the northern edge of an island, and the trees intercepted the sun's rays as it set, casting rays of warm yellow-gold across the beach.
Dinner consisted of a can of fruit cocktail, and this made us both aware of the need to explore the island the next day in search of fresh water and food sources. We crawled into our tent, using seat cushions from the boat as pillows, and curled up, holding each other and falling asleep quickly.
The next morning, both our stomachs growled, protesting the lack of food. Dressed in shorts and deck shoes, we explored our island, leaving markers so we could find our way back. Not more than 200 meters inland we found a small clean brook of fresh water, and a small pond. Around that grew both palm trees with their coconuts, and bananas. Not much further inland, we found kiwi fruit, lime bushes (probably from British ships in the 18th century I guessed), tomato plants(!), and even grapefruit bushes.
The more we looked, the more the island seemed to be a greengrocer's fantasy. We found radishes, cucumbers, celery, and the biggest surprise of all, about an acre of water-melons growing wild. Gleefully, we carried fruits and vegetables back to our camp, and while Lena sorted and began to prepare a meal, I fetched some fresh water from the pond. I came back and took a small fishing net from our pile of equipment and waded into the surf. Lena watched as I made a few clumsy attempts at looking like I knew how to use it, then finally tossing it clear.
Much to our surprise, I netted about six fish on the first shot. They were a tasty addition to our first meal. When I waded ashore, I came back to the tent and found Lena, kneeling naked by the fire, cutting and chopping some of the foodstuffs we found and using a small portion of our supplies to accent them. Together we cooked a tasty meal of fish and vegetables, each of us 'snacking' on the fresh tomatoes and celery.
We finished our meal and lay back together in the shade, feeling full and happy. We walked to the fresh water pond and bathed each other, feeling the tensions ease from our bodies, and the passions begin to burn. We kissed while in the pond, feeling our heat, even through the water.
Lena's legs floated around my hips, wrapping around me easily. Her arms around my neck made me feel excited and I eagerly pulled her to me. Kissing and holding each other tight, we stood in the pool, our bodies joined underwater, and melted into each other. We stayed in the water a long time, close together, touching and caring, not wanting to leave. We did leave eventually, carrying our clothes back to our small camp and leaving them in the tent.
The day was getting hot and I applied some sunscreen lotion to Lena's fine figure, making sure that her sensitive areas were safe from sunburn. This lit her fires, and I obliged by rubbing my stiff shaft against her oiled thighs and stomach. We laid down on part of the sailcloth and began to suck and lick each other's sensitive parts. I lapped her flowing juices eagerly while she tongued and sucked my shaft. She bent down and sucked each of my balls into her mouth in turn my cock pressing against her neck.
"Cum for me," she said in a husky tone that excited me. She licked me like I was covered with honey and her tongue found my anus and the sensitive area between there and my balls making me burn with desire. I slid a finger into her pussy and sucked her on her clit, feeling her hips sway and rotate sensuously.
Her soft breasts seemed warm against the sides of my stomach and I licked from her clit to her hole, tasting her delicious cream. She sucked me into her mouth, her tongue working around the head. I could feel her saliva running down off my balls as she kept trying to swallow me whole. I slipped two more fingers inside her and felt her tighten around them. I moved all three fingers in and out, pressing outwards against her ring of pleasure.
Her hand circled my cock, pumping up and down, pulling the skin up to her lips. Lena's hips were rocking with a rhythm all their own and her cream covered my face. I could feel a bubbling rise deep inside me and knew I was about to cum. I slid a finger into her asshole, pressing it against the three inside her dripping pussy. My tongue flicked her clit and suckled on it. Lena came hard and I felt a rush of her slick cream flow into my mouth, tasting sweet and warm. She moaned and panted her pleasure rocking her hips against my tongue and fingers.
My own orgasm started and I cried her name loudly. Her hand pumped me furiously and thick gobs of sperm gushed against her face, lips, neck and hair. My hips were thrusting and shaking with the waves of pleasure she pulled from me. I lay back, exhausted by this woman, feeling her pussy clench my fingers tight. She began to kiss my cock and balls, and finally laid her head down on them. Her pussy was just within tongue distance to my face and I kissed her soft, wet pussy gently. We laid there for a long time, just feeling each other's bodies close.
I reapplied the sunscreen to Lena, telling her this time, we wouldn't be so quick to "wash" it off. She giggled. Naked and hand in hand, we walked off to explore our island. I loved the way her breasts moved and bounced as we walked the beach, and I told her that some day I wanted to cum on her tits and then walk down the beach with her. She smiled and said she'd thought of that too, and would I mind if my face was covered with her cream too? Well, what can you do with a wonderful, lusty woman like this?
We walked for about a mile, then climbed up on a rocky outcropping to survey the size of the island. Our island was small, roughly oval shaped. About three miles wide by five or six long. Maximum of 18 square miles in the hundreds of thousands in the Pacific. Where we stood in the warm sun was about two thirds down one of the longer sides, and the highest point was a smallish mountain that looked to be an old volcano, long dormant. We stood there and scanned the horizon, looking for planes or ships, seeing none.
I moved behind Lena, and circled my arms around her waist, pulling her back to me and smelling her hair. She sighed and leaned against me, her hands caressing the fronts of my thighs. My hands slid up and cupped her full breasts, lifting them slightly while I kissed the side of her neck and nibbled her ears. I felt her behind press against my stiffening cock, and I moved, laying my cock up the crease of her wonderfully shaped ass.
"Do something for me." She said quietly while I licked around her ear. I asked her what she wanted me to do. "Fuck me up here. Fuck me hard, fast and loud. Show the whole world how much I turn you on and how much you like to fuck me." I paused for a moment, thinking about her words. Then I turned her to face me, tears welling up in both our eyes, both of us realizing just what each of us meant to the other.
"Yes." I said, kissing her and holding her tight. She melted into my arms, and I held her to me, never wanting to let her go. Her golden skin warm and inviting, her grey eyes alluring, and her whole being making me want her. We walked a short way to some grass growing near the sea, and together we laid down. She was on her back, legs open for me, and I slid into her easily. We lay there kissing and not moving for a long time, holding each other and trying to take away the fear and worry we each had. We moved slowly and lovingly, treating each other with tenderness. Our carnal desires began to burn brightly and we started thrusting our bodies together.
"Yesss!" She cried, "Give it to me hard and fast!" I pulled up, lifting her legs high and sliding my knees next to her hips. I slammed into her again and again, impaling her on my cock. "Ohhh yes! Fuck me like that!" she said loudly. Suddenly I knew what she wanted. She'd long been quiet and shy, and now she thought we'd not survive here very long, so she wanted to let go totally and let her lusts and desires free to the world. Our own relationship was quiet and gentle on the surface, passionate underneath. Now we could let go totally and enjoy our needs for each other.
"God I love to fuck you!" I yelled to the heavens. "I love to cum inside you, fuck you over and over all night!" Lena moaned and raised her hips to meet mine.
"Give me that hard cock!" She cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck ME!!!"
We slammed our bodies together and I felt her starting to cum, her pussy spasming and gripping me tight. I thrust deep into her, making her gasp. Her body shook and she moaned loudly. As her hips rose and her stomach tensed, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright, letting her full weight bury my cock in her sopping cunt. Holding her against me, and leaning back, she shook and spasmed, crying and moaning. Her juice ran down against my balls, and she slowly started to breathe normally. She lifted her head and looked into my eyes, searching for something. She could feel me throbbing inside her, still hard.
"Oh, baby, you mean so much to me." I said. We kissed in a long passionate deep kiss. Our tongues met and danced, and she held me tight. She slowly began to rise and fall on my shaft, and I could feel her wetness running like water down my cock. Finally she broke our kiss and looked at me again, this time with a lustful gleam in her eye.
"Fuck me again." She said. "Give me your love. Cum inside me. Cum all over me. Make me cum with you. I want you. I want to fuck you!"
She pushed me back and took over, her body bobbing up and down on my hard pole, her hips swaying and her breasts heaving as she repeatedly rammed her-self down on me. I opened her floodgates with my words.
"Ohh, Lena! Fuck me. Tell me how much you love it!" I said. Lena slammed against me then her pace changed, speeding up and becoming wilder. She started shouting.
"Yes! I love to fuck you! I love to fuck! I love it when you cum! You always cum sooo much! I love it when you suck me and lick me all over!! She started thrashing on my cock, her body convulsing and slamming against me.
"Cum Lena! Cum for me! Cum all over my cock!" I yelled to her. She came down hard and leaned back, driving me deep inside her. Her cunt contracted hard and her ass cheeks squeezed together over and over. Just as she started to calm down, I couldn't stop, and my sperm flooded into her, filling her sopping cunt with a warm gush. She came again and both of us laid there, shuddering and moaning, joined, coupled, mated. I grabbed her and kissed her like never before, and she responded the same. I held her in my arms, our sweaty bodies lying in the sun, feeling light and drowsy.
After about twenty minutes we slowly got up and started back to our camp. We detoured into the surf to rinse off, and I watched as she walked ahead at one point, the sunlight glistening off the cum on her thighs and ass. We walked along the wet sand, letting the sun dry our ocean- rinsed bodies. When we reached our camp, we settled down and held each other for a long time with-out saying a word. That night, we made love, gently and tenderly until we both were satisfied then drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
About a week later, we'd settled down into a routine of gathering food in the morning and catching fish just before noon, making a hearty lunch and then a cozy nap. We would usually awaken from that nap in a lusty mood and savor it until just after a light evening meal.
We'd decided that the stars and moon should witness our passions for each other, and we'd fall asleep outside by the fire. We also started building a small hut, and the work was slow and tedious. Lena proved to be the better one to figure out the way to tie things together while I hacked at small trees with a hatchet or wire-saw. We'd both taken to wearing little clothing, saving it for when (or if) the weather turned cool. Most of the time we went around in skin, except around noon, when the heat drove us to shade.
Two weeks after coming ashore, we'd completed our hut. We were both very proud of it, although it wasn't much to look at. I gave us shelter and a place to store our supplies. It was roomy enough for everything and the two of us to have a separate sleeping area. I'd rigged one wall that faced the water to lift up so that we could keep a fire outside (and fortunately the wind usually blew it away from the hut.
We finished stowing our supplies and then went to the surf to rinse off our sweaty bodies. We were both happy that we had something more permanent that just a piece of cloth over our heads. Lena and I frolicked in the ocean and after sun-drying ourselves we came back to our camp. It was late afternoon, and we thought about a small celebration on some tomatoes. Lena was about to go inside the hut for them when I stopped her.
She looked at me puzzled and I smiled and picked her up in my arms. We were both healthier and trimmer that we were two weeks ago, and I easily took her across the "threshold" of our hut. She giggled with delight at the mere suggestion (on second thought, strike the word "mere"). I laid her on the bed, sailcloth stuffed with leaves, and began to caress and lick her salty body.
She called me an immoral tease, a brute and lots of other love-words before I found her clit and sucked it hard. She let out an "Ohh" as I rolled her clit around my tongue. Her nipples rose into hard buds, and I pinched them with my fingers. I let her rock against me until she was ready to cum, her pussy soaking my face. Laying between her legs, I looked up over her sparse blonde bush. "Cum in my mouth Lena. Let me taste you."
All it took was for me to slide a finger inside her, and she shuddered and raised her hips, pressing her pussy against my face. I tasted her and wanted more, teasing her clit and then her pussy lips. When she finally slowed down I held her and kissed her gently, telling her that I'd never let her go.
She purred against my chest and caressed me gently until she took her turn trying to please me. She licked my balls at first, then down to my asshole and the cheeks of my ass, back up to wet the head of my cock with her tongue. She rubbed my wet knob against her nipples and sucked me long and deep. She'd found my secrets and used them to bring me to the edge repeatedly, until she knew I had enough. Today, she teased me longer than normal, then she laid my cock in her cleavage. Without moving or touching me, she told me what she wanted.
"I'll bet you could cum right now. Cum with your cock between my tits, watching your sperm run like a river out of your cock and all over me. I want to see you shoot it up and I want you to watch me try to catch it on my tongue." She said to me lustily. "I want to feel your sperm flowing out of you, spurting all over my tits, warming my nipples and then I'll rub it all over with your cock."
My hips were quivering and I envisioned what her words said to me. I could feel it rising, and I couldn't believe she was going to get me off just by talking.
"Go ahead. Give me you warm cum. Spurt your creamy cum all over my tits and neck. Make me wet and warm. Let me bathe in your thick cum, wash my hot tits with it. Cum for me baby, cum all over my tits, cum now, cum!"
I couldn't hold back and a surge made my cock twitch and shoot hot and very thick cum. The first couple of gushes shot into the air, landing on her breasts and my stomach. The rest shot out, straight up, landing on her tits or my cock and running warm and wet down her cleavage.
I felt her rubbing my cock across her nipples and licking the head off. When I looked down at her, her breasts were shiny and a drop of my white cream rested on her cheek. I pulled her up, and feeling completely given to this woman, I licked my sperm drop from her cheek and kissed her, giving it to her as an offering.
We finally did have those tomatoes, and more, as a celebration. We slept inside that night, feeling warm and secure. The next morning, I was awakened by her shouts of joy and went to find her holding a crab that she'd caught along the beach. It was a large crab and we feasted on it for an unusual breakfast. The rest of the day was spent looking for more crabs, then in fishing so that we could try to smoke some as reserve food, just in case. We finally finished that day, tired but happy.
Almost a week went by and this time Lena found two crabs. We kept one for dinner and had one for breakfast. I remarked that this wasn't too bad, but perhaps next time she might find a platter of prime rib? She laughed and said she'd settle for chicken.
After breakfast, we fished and found plenty to smoke and plenty to eat. Towards mid-afternoon, I sent her to the pond for some water to boil our crab. She came back a bit nervous and I asked her what was wrong. She said something had moved by the pond and scared her, asking if any predators might be on the island. We talked about this over dinner and decided to look in the morning.
We did look but found no tracks around the pool or the stream so Lena then decided that it must have been one of the larger parrot like birds. Paradise was beginning to be relaxing and we were adjusting to a simple live of getting food, keeping our hut in good shape, and enjoying pleasing each other. We were finally resigned that we might spend eternity here alone, and that suited us both just fine.
We were preparing to explore our island a bit more several days later, and we finished dinner talking about where to look first. The sun was low, but at least an hour from sunset. We talked about walking around or through or crosswise to explore, trying to find the easiest way. Lena was voting for around when something cracked loudly in the bushes just a few meters behind her.
She jumped and I caught a glimpse of something fleeing through the bushes. I grabbed the largest knife we had and raced off in pursuit, Lena not far behind. I could see the dark form moving quickly through the foliage fading in and out of the shadows. I raced on, trying to find a way over to intercept, but seeming to loose ground at times, making it up at others.
I turned around some bushes and saw my quarry flash past and realized I was chasing a person! Thoughts of natives filled my head, and I worried that we might be in danger, and I thought of Lena getting caught. She was right behind me, her shouts directing me one way while she went the other. I saw Lena's form go around a small rise as I went around the other side. Just as I turned the corner, our fleet footed spy ran headlong into me.
Lena came racing up, and stopped. We looked at our "native" and we were both stunned into silence. On the ground, looking fearful was a young girl of perhaps eighteen years. Her appearance was remarkable. Not just that her hair was a light golden blonde, or her deep brown all over tan, but just the fact that she was here! She was terrified of us and who could blame her.
Two people, standing stark naked around you with large knives couldn't be considered too friendly. Her wide blue eyes stared at each of us in turn, and she stared a long time at my limp cock. I lowered the knife and held out my hand, telling her in as gentle a voice as I could that we weren't going to hurt her.
"W-what are you doing on my island?" She stammered in perfectly good English. Then pointing at my cock, "And what are YOU?!"