More Adventure Than They Expected (closed)

[DarkWarrioress]

She was leaning over his shoulder, over the edge of the raft, one hand lifted to shade her eyes from the morning sun reflecting off the water. Sierra squinted. Yep, that was a body of land. She was sure of it. Glancing down at Scott she could see his eyes were open but they had a sleepy fog to them. Sierra gave his shoulder another shake then scrambled off him, leaning over the side of the raft to use her hands to propel them through the water toward land.

“Scott, come help. There’s land. Wake up. I need your help.”

Though being in the raft and trying to use her arms as paddles didn’t seem to be getting them anywhere. Her eyes measured the distance between the raft and shoreline. They were much too far out for her to be able to swim for land safely. She stopped and looked around the raft.

“Oars. Do we have any oars, Scott?”

She couldn’t remember the emergency briefing. Her mind scrambled to recall that day and she was coming up blank. Oars…oars… had there been anything said about them? Their raft bobbed on the water’s surface gently, hitting a little higher swell now and then but nothing too terribly bad.

 

[iamincognito45]

The fog was slow to lift. Partly out of reluctance to leave the sweet dream he created and partly because of the emotional and physical exhaustion of the last twelve hours. But slowly¸ Sierra’s persistence prevailed.

“Oars. Do we have any oars, Scott?”

Scott sat up as best he could in the loose bottom of the raft and leaned out the door with her.

“At least the storm is over.” Did you say something about land?”

The doorway collapsed slightly under their combined weight, their shoulders touching as she pointed at the horizon. Scott smiled. He smiled because he was thankful. Thankful they had survived the night. Thankful for the touch he shared with her just now. And thankful for the sight of land. They were going to be ok.

“We’re going to be ok Sierra. We’re going to make it.”

She tuned to look at him as he leaned into her and kissed her. Honestly, he was not sure what to expect but was pleased to feel her weight shift against him. The kissed deeply for the briefest moment before laughing and simply hugging each other tightly.

“Now about those oars.”

Scott shifted back inside the warming raft, looking for the provisions bag strapped to the far side. Unlatching the straps, the bag fell into the middle of the raft as he begin unzipping it. Inside, he found quite the bundle of supplies. Water distiller, flare gun with flares, several cans of water, several cans of some kind of food, rope, a mirror, two knives, first aid kit, survival blanket, two oars, a simple fishing rig and other items you might need of stranded in the middle of the ocean. But they were not in the middle of the ocean. They were near land. At least near enough to see it. Scott grabbed the oars and leaned back out the entry handing one to Sierra. But it was immediately clear they could not both paddle at the same time in the cramped quarters of the doorway.

“Take a look at the bag there and see what all you can find inside, what we might need or be able to use when we make it to land and I will see if I can start paddling us closer.”

With that, Sierra ducked back inside and Scott started paddling while he looked out towards the land mas son the horizon. It was still far away. Much too far to swim for it. So far in fact, it was difficult to make out any real detail. At least so far. He knew looking up while he paddled would be frustrating and inefficient, so he ducked his head and started pulling hard against the water, looking up only often enough to ensure he was still pointed and paddling in the right direction. After fifteen minutes, he couldn’t tell if he was making any progress. So he stopped and just looked outside, seeing all there was to see. Not just the land mas son the horizon. But also the undulating surface of the water, the light clouds overhead and the way the raft drifted in the water. He was trying desperately to ‘read’ everything he could see. Were they drifting towards land? In which case, he could save his energy? Were they drifting away? That would require more desperate decisions. Could he make any progress at all regardless of how hard he pulled? Sierra noticed he had quit paddling and wondered what he was doing.

“Scott? What’s wrong? Do you see something?”

“No. Nothing’s wrong. Just looking. Watching. Trying to see and learn.”

“There’s some great stuff in that bag. If we can just make it to land and still have the raft.”

She rejoined him in the tight opening, leaning into him as before. And within moments, she was seeing the same things he was, reading the same things and even some he had not picked up. She was the first to speak about what they saw. She thought they were drifting sideways, neither closer nor further from land except that eventually, this path would take them off to the right and away from land. And he agreed. Which meant, they needed to do something. Scott offered to continue paddling and she offered to keep a look out for progress. And with that, he dropped his shoulders and began pulling and digging even harder than before. It was hard work and didn’t take long before he was gasping for air and fighting the burning in his shoulders. But he kept after it. No telling if they find other land again. This was the only land they could see. After what seemed an eternity, he suddenly felt her hand on his back.

“Scott! We’re getting closer!”

He glanced up long enough to confirm what he heard and then put his head down and got back to work. No time to rest or enjoy the progress. He knew they needed to make it. At all cost. He could rest when they made land fall. The longer he paddled, the harder he pulled, the deeper he dug. And the more searing the pain. And yet, he kept on. Until finally, he heard an unfamiliar noise. With exhaustion overtaking him, he struggled to raise his head. The noise tuned out to be light waves breaking and swells rushing around the coral rising up from the sea floor. But they were still so far away! Scott tried to use the paddle to push and pull and steer the raft around the exposed coral for fear of tearing the raft while they were still so far out. But the pulsing waves were too strong. Time and again, the raft raked across the coral till he was sure the raft would be torn to shreds. With a sudden impulse, he crawled over the edge into the water to push the raft away from the coral’s sharp edges. Sierra rushed over to the edge to see what he was doing and ask if she could help as she saw Scott struggle. The razor sharp coral tore at his tender feet and legs and he fought to gain footing in the uneven outcroppings. But after several minutes, the raft was free and on the landward side of the coral break. The water was deeper here and he just didn’t have the strength to drag himself back into the raft. Sierra had of the oars and was paddling in the doorway while he just continued holding onto the raft, dragging it along toward the approaching beach. Slowly, the water level seemed to drop as the sandy beach rose up until his hips were clear of the water. And finally, with a last desperate lunge, he pulled the raft up on the beach before collapsing into the sand, too exhausted to even roll over.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sierra was worried for a time there. The current seemed to be too strong for Scott. Then there was the coral and before she could stop him, he had jumped out of the raft and found the strength to pull the raft ashore. No sooner had he beached the raft, she jumped out and ran to him, pushing him over onto his back.

“Scott! Are you okay?”

Her hands moved down his sides, over his hips and stopped. She swore softly under her breath and rushed back to the raft, climbing in to retrieve the pack of emergency supplies she had gone through earlier. Hitching it over her shoulder, Sierra scurried back to Scott.

“Don’t move. You got some coral embedded in your skin and I need to get it out before you get coral poisoning.”

She set the pack close to his legs as she straddled them, on her knees. She kept talking to him as she pulled out the first-aid kit, opening it and took out the pair of tweezers.

“I got coral poisoning once when I was snorkeling in Hawaii. Gorgeous stuff to look at, but damn, if that stuff burrows into your skin, “ she glanced up at his face, “this is going to hurt, Scott. Try to be as still as possible, okay? Here we go.”

Sierra leaned over his legs and started plucking pieces of coral from his skin. Her fingertips ran over his legs with a delicate touch feeling for any fine pieces of coral her eyes missed. It was painstakingly slow work, but she finished one leg and then began on the other. There was a chance he could run a fever later and they could deal with that then. Right now, she needed to be thorough and get the coral out.

Sierra’s lips were parched as was her throat by the time she sat back on her heels, brushing back her hair with the back of her hand. Finished and satisfied that she had gotten all the bits and pieces of coral out of his skin. Stashing the tweezers back into the first-aid kit and the kit back into the pack, she crawled back up to Scott’s shoulders and slipped an arm under them. She urged him to sit up.

“Come on, Scott. We need to get out of the sun. There’s some trees over there. I know your feet hurt and you're exhausted, but we’ll take care of that later. Right now, we need some shade.”

 

[iamincognito45]

When Scott collapsed on the beach, it was more from exhaustion than injury. Every part of his body hurt. His lungs burned as he gasped for air, desperate to catch his breath. His shoulders were on fire, first from the tireless paddling beyond any endurance he could imagine and then lastly from the struggle to get the raft over the coral and onto the safety of the beach. And his legs from the sharp pain of the cutting coral combined with the drive of his legs to get to shallow water. His own breathing sounded light a freight train in his head combining with the jack hammer pounding of his heart. Somewhere distant, he could hear a voice. But he could not make out a word much less the owner. In some deep recess of his mind, he wondered if he were hearing a voice or if it was a dream trying to take his consciousness away.

“Scott! Are you okay?”

He was rolled over now, his eyes open. But he could not see. His vision was blurred and his eyes burned. He blinked and gasped for breath trying to force his mind to comprehend what was going on. He heard Sierra's voice. Calming and smooth. And then she seemed to be gone. Was he dreaming? The sun was so bright, it felt only marginally better to keep them closed. In time, he felt a presence alongside him. A soothing voice. And the touch of hands taking stock of his body. The touch was gentle but deliberate. There was the slight sensation of burning or stinging but he was still too incoherent to know what was happening. The hands continued their healing magic as he slowly came back from the brink. As he began to understand what was happening, he smiled. They had made it. Somehow, he was injured but she was helping him. He slowly began to relax and regain his strength.

The more awake and alive he became, the more impressed he was. not really surprised, for he always sensed something special in this woman now tending to his wounds. She was so strong. Instead of panicking, she was focused and sure. When he was unable, she took matters into her own hands. And now that she had done all she could for his wounds, she worked to help him up so they could move into the shade. Scott felt so tired, so weak and so heavy. She strained under his weight but complained not. She was strong of mind and body and he was grateful to have her there with him as they struggled up the beach. They finally made it to the edge of the trees, collapsing in the soft, deep sand, leaning against a large palm tree and panting unison.

"Wow. Can you believe it?" He said between gasps. She nodded weakly as they both stared out over the beach, over the raft at the water's edge and out over the endless blue water beyond.

"I pray the others are OK. I wonder where they could be. Hell, I'm not sure where we are." He said as he continued looking around.

The sun continued rising in the sky along with the temperature. They were already weak from their ordeal and now they were getting very dehydrated. They would need water very soon and food to if they were not rescued soon. Scott's head began to clear as he begin to work through their situation and formulate the next few steps. He told Sierra to sit still and regain her strength while he struggled to his feat and headed to the rafts at the water's edge. He crawled inside and started pulling out the supplies, searching first for the canned water provisions he remembered. Standing up behind the raft, he looked at the terrain surrounding them. The land looked rugged and undeveloped with hills rising steeply from the beach area. There was no obvious source of fresh water so they would need to ration what little they have until they locate more. He walked slowly back to the tree line and leaned down in front of Sierra and opened a can water. He handed it to her and told her to drink small sips for now, explaining their limited supplies for now. Together they shared the can of water as their energy and spirit returned. And they began to coordinate their plan. They would bring all the supplies up the tree edge and then together drag the raft up to the trees. It would have to suffice as shelter for now. They would settle in for the night, conserve their energy, get some rest that night and plan to search the area in the morning.

She was the first to stand now as they began making trips and back and forth from the beach to their new camp site. When they were all done, they dropped the last load and stood together in the shade panting. Eventually, their breathing returned to normal as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Sierra, I'm so glad we made it. And I'm so thankful to have you here with me." And with that, he reached out to her, pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. They were both hot, sweaty and sticky from the salt water and sand, but neither seemed to care. She held him tight and returned his kiss with a great fervor pressing her hips into him. It was not his intent to become sexually aroused, but he simply could not help himself. The stress of the last twenty four hours, the relief of finding land and making it ashore safely and the desire for her he had developed over the last few days were just to much for him to control his emotions. He pressed back into her and was rewarded with a deep guttural moan as she continued pressing into him. And just as it seemed there was no stopping them, they both seemed to understand this was not the time. Not yet. Not not. But they both new, it would be soon.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her first instinct was to drink deeply from the can of water Scott held out to her but common sense came to her rescue even as his words did. Small sips. Until they found, if they found, a source of fresh water, they needed to be careful with what they had. The heat, their experience, took their toll on both of them. She could see it, but there were a certain amount of things they needed to do before the sun set and they could sleep. It was rough going, but both of them were physically fit and their personalities made them push on.

Finally the last load was brought up to the tree line. The raft had been drug up close as well. It would have to suffice as a shelter for now. If they found themselves marooned out here, wherever here was, for any length of time, they would have to see about making something more substantial.

"Sierra, I'm so glad we made it. And I'm so thankful to have you here with me."
She turned to look at him, a smile on her lips. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to pull her into his arms and kiss her. Deeply. She couldn’t stop the small moan that left her throat as her arms wound around him. Did she pull him tighter against her? Or was it she that stepped into him? Did it matter? They had survived the sinking of their ship and the storm. She certainly hoped everyone else made it as well, but the reality was that she was here with Scott and if she had to be stranded with anyone, as wrong as it may seem, she was glad it was with Scott. For a great many reasons.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was not the time and place. Yet, the strength of his body pressed against hers, made her so acutely aware of him. The beat of his heart under her hands. The feel of his arousal pressing against the soft slight swell of her stomach through their clothing. The muscles in her jaw flexed as she strove to contain her impulse to slide a hand down and cup and stroke him. His kiss was intoxicating however. It was drawing her away from all reasonable thought. He was warmth. Validation of life. Her hands did slide down, over his sides and to his back until they found the ends of his shirt and slid under it. Her palms found his naked skin and loved across it, reveling in how he felt. Warm. Alive. Male. She whimpered in her throat.

Please. Please, Scott. Stop us. Stop us both before this gets out of hand. Lord knows I can’t.

It was too bad the plea was only whispered in her mind. Where had her voice gotten to?

 

[iamincognito45]

They released their grip on each other as they both began organizing the supplies they had recovered. The sun was dropping low in the sky to the west and it would be dark soon. They had two cans of water left and two water stills that were part of the rescue raft. These would be their lifeline until they could find a source of fresh water on the island. If they could find one. So many unknowns. So much danger still. Sierra began setting the supplies in order of need, the precious cans of water, a few small food bars, the first aid kit and items that could be used for shelter. Meanwhile Scott began assembling the stills. He set one out on the beach and filled it with salt water from the surf. The other he filled with lush vegetation from the tree line. His thought was to try to both methods to see which would be the more productive and immediately switch them both to the source that would provide the most water. As he returned to the raft area, he found Sierra looking up into the fading light of the sky, noting the direction of the growing breeze and the thickening clouds overhead. Before he could ask her what she was doing, she began rotating the raft around, setting the doorway opposite the direction of the breeze. Scott marveled at her focus and attention to critical details as she prepared the shelter in case of rain. Rain. How beautiful rain would be for them right now. For all the storm and desperate fight for survival of the last 24 hours, the possibility of rain brought with it, the possibility of fresh water. Something they so desperately needed right now. They had drank slowly from one of the cans of water that afternoon. After hours of struggling to make the beach and then dragging supplies to the tree line, they were weak with thirst again but refraining from breaking into the two remaining cans for fear might be days before they secure more drinking water.

For now, things seem to be stable in the fading light. There is a three quarter moan lighting up the light colored sand peaking through the rolling clouds. Scott began digging a small fire pit near the raft opening while Sierra gathered kindling and small firewood. It was still warm and there was no sign of danger in the area but they wanted to be prepared in case they needed it. With their energy waning quickly, they prepared to turn in for some much needed rest. They were hot, sweaty and had sand stuck to them from head to toe. And the prospect of climbing into the shelter of the raft in their present condition was less than appealing to Scott.

'I'm going to go rinse off and cool off before turning in. Want to join me?'

'I was thinking the same thing.' she said as she reached out to grab Scott's hand as he pulled her to her feet.

They were both so weak and exhausted as they stumbled slowly to the water line, struggling to keep their balance in the soft sand. As they reached the water, they stepped slowly, gingerly into the dark water. It was cool and refreshing as they shuffled deeper and deeper, the small waves now crashing around their waists threatening to knock them off balance. Scott and Sierra reached out and took each others hands to keep their collective balance. They stopped in the waist deep water, fearing the deeper unknown currents and what might lie beneath, dipping down, rinsing the sand off their bodies. The cool water felt wonderful on their hot, burned skin. Still holding hands, they began moving back up the beach, the breeze cool on their skin. By the time they reached the raft, they were dry and cool and the shelter seemed more inviting. Sierra knelt in the doorway, moving things around inside to make a place for them to rest. In the fleeting moonlight, Scott's eyes fixated on her round ass. She was reaching deep inside the raft now and her back was arched, causing her ass to stick up in the air and he could feel the familiar stirrings in his loins.

'All set.' She said before crawling in.

Scott knelt in the doorway and peeked inside. It was dark but he could sense her in the back of the raft, making room for him to enter. He crawled in, reaching out, feeling his way in the darkness as she took his hand and guided him safely inside. Once inside, they shuffled around a bit to get settled, the floor shifting underneath them in the soft sand. They quickly began losing their strength as they tried to get comfortable. It was no surprise now, given all they had been through, and the occasional intimacy they both have felt, that they settled into each others arms. Scott was propped up slightly, leaning against the back wall of the raft with Sierra laying on his arm and chest, her arms draped over him with a hand on his chest, their legs tangled loosely. Scott leaned in and kissed her lightly on her forehead as she signed deeply as if acknowledging the gentleness and comfort of the touch. For the briefest of moments, Scott could feel his breathing quicken, his cock swelling slightly before he was suddenly deep asleep. His exhaustion complete. No dreams, no thoughts of survival, no reliving the frightening events of the last 24 hours. Nothing. Just a total collapse from a beaten body, an overwhelmed mind and exhausted spirit.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Despite the hard work. Despite her aching muscles. They had survived the sinking boat. Emergencies brought out the best or the worst in people and one thing was absolutely clear to Sierra, if she had to be stranded with anyone from the boat, she was glad it had been Scott. Aside from his knowledge, his calm under extreme pressure and the non-important thing that he was easy on the eyes, she knew that Eric would have tested her patience to no end. Eric, she knew, would have whined from sun up to sun down, about one thing or another. He would have drug his ass about getting anything done because he was exhausted or weak. It was all about Eric. Whatever happened, Sierra knew they were done. She couldn’t do this anymore. He said one thing but his actions spoke differently. She was a convenient blow job or a hole to fill when he wanted it. That might be harsh, but it was nonetheless true.

Covered in sand, Scott and she knew they wouldn’t sleep well. They had been on the same wavelength earlier when he said he was going to take a dip in the ocean to rinse and cool off. So it was entirely easy to put her hand in the one he extended to help her up. She knew she was sunburnt, but there was no help for it. By the time they had decided to get out of the water, the raft was looking very good. She was exhausted and she knew Scott had to be. He had worked twice as hard as she had.

There was a sense of comfort, a sense of peace as she lay next to Scott with his arms around her. The night, now that the sun had gone down, had turned cool and she was thankful to share body heat with him. She felt his lips touch her forehead as her eyes closed and she sighed softly. Sierra gave herself up to the exhaustion pushing at her, relinquished her consciousness to healing sleep. Tomorrow was a new day.

Her bottom snuggled back into the warmth at her back. Her fingers stroked lightly, absentmindedly across a firm band under her breasts. Her cheek rubbed against something else. She didn’t want to wake up, not yet! She was warm and snuggled up against a firm body and it felt so good. Something else slid around her waist, pulling her back and more firmly against the heat behind her. She murmured her pleasure softly. His warm breath tickled the nape of her neck. She snapped into consciousness instantly and it all came flooding back. That heat at her back? That arm under her breasts and the one that had just slipped over her waist, pulling her close? The warm breath that fanned across the nape of her neck? And the hardness that was pressed against her ass…. belonged to Scott. Sierra laid there still and breathed. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to turn over and face him, to watch him wake up, see the awareness come into his eyes that she was right there beside him. She resisted the urge. He belonged to someone else. His affection up to this point she had reasoned to their survival. They would be rescued, sooner or later and he would go back to Melissa, regardless of her decision to end things with Eric but damn it, she wanted to push her hips back against his, wanted to rub her ass against the hard length of his cock she could feel pressing against the soft rounded swell of her backside.

She resisted.

 

[iamincognito45]

How long had it been since he had slept so soundly? He had been, for all practical purposes, dead. Or maybe more like in a coma. The point being, he was out, out cold and out to the world around him. Free of the stress and trials of the last 24 hours. And then, after many hours of complete sleep, something caused him to wake. His consciousness returned slowly. As the fog in his brain lifted, he sensed a slight movement around him. A touch here, a warmth there. He slowly came to realize where he was, the events of the last few days and the beauty that lay slightly on top of him. He lay motionless, afraid of disturbing her. He knew the days had taken their toll on her too and he wanted her to rest. Things were not going to be getting any easier any time soon.

As he lay there, his mind began to clear, and wander. This woman was amazing. He was quite sure he could never had made it without her. Her resolve. Her spirit. Her focus. Her help. She was strong physically and mentally. She was, in a fleeting thought, everything he ever wanted in a woman. The kind of woman for whom he had searched but could never find. He began to think about Melissa. How things had been unraveling between them. How the cruise was supposed to make things better between them. Bring them closer together. But it hadn't. If anything, the cruise had highlighted their growing differences. What a contrast he found in Sierra. They were hardly singles mingling in the hopes of hooking up. In fact, they were both paired up on the boat with others. Social convention would suggest they would have spent quality time with their partners while practically ignoring each other. Yet, they seemed inexplicably drawn to each other throughout the cruise. While Melissa seemed disinterested in doing anything fun together, Sierra had been full of energy and relaxed smiles. He realized then that things never would work out with Melissa. Even if they were rescued and brought back together, Scott now knew he wanted more in a partner and lover. He wanted a friend. Someone with similar interests, ideals and passions for living. Someone like... Sierra.

Was he dreaming? Or was she pressing back into him? Wasn't she asleep? He could swear he could feel her nuzzling deeper into is arms. Touching his arm lightly. Purring lightly even. And then it began to happen. He could feel a warmth rushing over him. And he could feel a stirring in his cock. He tried desperately to suppress it. He didn't want to wake her up. And he didn't want to shock her with hard on as they awoke. And yet, he just could not control himself. Or his cock. Out of fear of sending the wrong signal at the wrong time, Scott had no choice but to shuffle his hips to the side. She rolled over sleepily, running her hands through her hair and lifting herself up.

'Good morning. Ready for another exciting day' he asked.

'I'm not sure how much more excitement I can take to be honest' she said with a slight laugh.

Scott crawled out of the raft first. His aching stiff muscles causing him to wobble as he took a few shaky steps. They were on the western side of the island so the beach and their raft were still shrouded in shade from the steep jungle to the east. But the sun was shining brightly on the light surf and there was not a cloud in sight. It would hot today. And their need for water was growing ever more urgent. And at this point, food was becoming a concern too as their emergency supplies were light to begin with. Scott walked over to the two solar still to check to see if they were set up properly and ready to begin collecting fresh water. Between the warm afternoon yesterday and the humid evening, he was pleasantly surprised to find water dripping in both. Not near enough to sustain them by any means, but they were clearly working and that was a great sign indeed. He continued on to the water’s edge and began scanning back and forth to see if anything had washed up onshore overnight. But there was nothing but sand. He turned and headed back to find Sierra organizing the supplies they had. She everything stacked and organized up against a fallen trunk, taking stock of what they had, what they could use and what they needed.

Things could be worse. They had the raft in good shape, the two water stills already setup and working, and two cans of water left. Two empty cans and two gallon bladders for collecting water should they find some. There were a half dozen energy and protein bars. Two lengthy coils of small diameter rope. A fire starter. Some fishing string and several hooks and simple lures. A first aid kit. Two knives. A compass and navigation book. A small hand axe. A small signaling mirror, some water proof notebooks and pencils. The large bag it all came in and a small carry bag. But there were things they were missing too. They had no immediate source of fresh water or food. They had no idea where they were. Or what might be around them. They didn't know what happened to the rest of the people on the cruise including Melissa or Eric. And there was no way to know anyone even knew they were missing. It could be, no one was even looking for them. Yet. One things was sure. They needed to be careful, they needed to be efficient and they needed to be smart if they were going to make it.

As Scott walked up, he stopped and watched her. And again, he was thankful to have her. He considered her one of their most valuable assets. She was smart, strong physically and mentally, calm under pressure and always contributing. And she was more beautiful each time he looked at her. Or was she? Was this no more than the stress of the last two days? Was his attraction due more to his frustration with Melissa? Or was she, as he imagined when they awoke, simply everything he found attractive in women? All rolled into one? Regardless, he smiled as he watched her hunched over the supplies. Her tussled red hair, tapering waist, nice round ass, firm athletic legs. And that was not even the best view of her.

‘I’ll say it again Sierra. I’m so thankful to have you here.’ He seemed to startle her slightly as she jerked her head up and stood up quickly turning to face him.

‘Just trying to help. And think ahead.’ She said as she shrugged her shoulders.

‘Well, I’ll tell you something else I told you before. We’re going to make it. We’re going to be fine. It will be hard. And we have a lot of work to do. But we will make it. Together.’ And with that, he walked up to her, took her in his arms and pulled her close. His hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her to him in a firm hug. He pushed his cheek against hers warmly and kissed her on her cheek. Reassuring. And safe. Intimate enough to imply a connection, a bond. But not so forward as to be awkward or inappropriate. Things were still difficult for them both. With the loss of their partners in the storm, the stress of the environment and their lack of time together in the grand scheme of things. And yet, there was a connection. Scott certainly felt it. And he was sure she felt it too.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“Well, I’ll tell you something else I told you before. We’re going to make it. We’re going to be fine. It will be hard. And we have a lot of work to do. But we will make it. Together.”

He was right. Together, they were going to get through this ordeal. He was more than capable or survival as was she. He came toward her, enfolding her in his arms and pulled her close. The physical contact was more reassuring than his words. His warmth seeped into her and she drew strength from him. He was being friendly even though she knew there was an attraction between them. This was not the time or the place but it was tangible.

Sierra eased out his embrace, her arms falling away from Scott.

“So, what shall we do next? Maybe try to do some fishing? I noticed we had some gear in our survival pack. Some fresh fish would taste nice today.”

Sierra was already rummaging around in the pack she had taken from the raft. She paused in her search to find Scott.

“Unless you think there is something else we need to be doing first?”

Her eyes slid away from his as her glance fell on the raft, the tree line behind it. Perhaps they should explore what lie beyond their little campsite. Get a feel for their surroundings. They might be able to move deeper into the vegetation where the canopy of trees could provide more overhead protection from the sun or even the rain, if it rained. They could even possibly find a source of fresh water.

Sierra straightened, nibbling on her bottom lip thoughtfully. The more she thought about it, the more she was leaning toward letting the fishing wait. They still had canned goods they could heat up. That was something else as well, maybe they could find some other edible source of vegetation to supplement their canned rations. Oh god… and a source of fresh water would be nice. The salt water she had washed off in last night, while it had done the job, left her body sticky and itching from the salt.

“Scott? On second thought, maybe we should explore inland. What do you think?”

 

[iamincognito45]

“You’re so smart. I knew I jumped in your raft for a reason” he said with a smile and wink. “I think a little exploration is a good idea. We need to know everything we can about our surroundings. We might find help. Or water. Or something we can eat. Or danger even. Regardless, we need to know what we have to work with. Let’s grab some supplies to take with us and see what we can find.”

They grabbed a small backpack and loaded it with the gallon water jug just in case, the knife, some rope and the hand axe. Scott checked the solar stills one more time to make sure they were working while Sierra finished organizing the supplies. Before heading back to the tree line, Scott stood and took a look around. The beach extended in each direction about two hundred yard before the steep hillside ran into the ocean. For now, they were trapped if you will in the small little lagoon area. The hills were steeper on the left than on the right. So he decided they would head to the right where the going would hopefully be a little easier. He walked back up toward the raft where she stood waiting.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Ready as I will ever be” she said.

And with that, Scott reached out his hand. She offered hers in return and they began walking hand in hand down the tree line to the right looking for an easy entry into the juggle beyond. They walked slowly at first, tentative and cautious. They would occasionally stop and peer into the dense undergrowth before moving on. After a few more minutes, Sierra stopped suddenly. Scott stopped with her and looked into the brush thinking maybe she had seen something. But she was looking down at her feet.

“Scott? Look.” She said pointing at the sand. “It’s softer here. Like it’s wet.” She bent down and touched the sand and scooped a handful. Sure enough, it was damp.

“That’s great Sierra! Way to pay attention! Water flows downhill. This is flowing towards the ocean, not into the jungle from the beach. That means it must be fresh water. There has to be a source of water trickling down here. Let’s see if we can find a way into the brush here and try to locate the water source.” And with that, Scott ducked his head and began crawling through the line of brush with Sierra right behind him. Oddly enough, the brush was thinner once they broke through the first line. They stood up and looked around. There was lush green everywhere. The terrain sloped up here but not overly steep as they began climbing and watching the ground for the elusive source of water. After a few minutes, Scott stopped and looked off to the left along what appeared to be a game trail of some sort. That was a good sign too. That meant there were animals on the island. Perhaps a future source of food. But no sign of life at the moment. They continued climbing, tracking back and forth trying to keep up with the damp ground. They stopped often, to look around, to keep track of their progress and to make sure they knew how to make their way back down when they were done. And to pace themselves. No need to get overly tired. Or risk injury by rushing through the unknown brush.

They had been climbing and searching for about an hour when they found a noticeable wet spot in the ground. Looking uphill, they could see water trickling down and they both looked at each other and smiled without saying a word. They started climbing directly up the path of the trickle as it grew more pronounced. Suddenly, they were face to face with a sheer wall of rock. The water trickling out of the bottom of the wall. They stopped and looked around. The wall seemed to extend in both directions. No way to go straight up, they would need to walk around and find a way to get higher. The moved left and found a series of natural rock steps that helped them climb. They climbed and climbed. It took longer than they expected to reach the top where the terrain would allow them to track back toward the water source they had discovered. The brush grew thicker until Scott finally pushed through into an clearing. He stopped suddenly with Sierra bumping into him from behind.

Without saying a word, Scott stepped aside, his hand reaching behind him to take Sierra’s and help her through the last line of brush. Scott could only stare. While Sierra gasped audibly. They found themselves standing on a small grass clearing sloping down into a small lake. A large pond really but for two that were so thirsty, so desperate for fresh water, the small pond looked like a massive ocean of fresh water. Scott stepped down to the water’s edge, knelt down and touched the water. He scooped up a small bit and smelled it carefully. Then he reached out is tongue for a light taste. It had no noticeable smell. And it tasted clean and fresh. He sipped a little to taste it more fully before nodding to Sierra that it was safe. She knelt down beside him and scooped up her own handful and tasted it. They looked at each other and smiled and fell to their knees hugging. They were so happy to find the water. This was a major find and a huge step towards their continued survival. Sierra continued drinking slowly, quenching her thirst while Scott pulled out the collapsible water jug and began filling it. Once that was done, he set the jug in the grass and turned back to see Sierra on her knees kneeling forward, washing her face.

Water. Fresh water. It was glorious and refreshing and energizing. Scott stood and began walking into the water, testing the firm bottom as he slid deeper and deeper. Sierra immediately understood and began to follow him into the cool clean water. With each step, they were reaching down and splashing water on themselves, rinsing the salty residue and sweat from their skin. Scott was closing his eyes, rinsing his face when he heard a light splashing in the direction of Sierra. Wiping the water from his eyes, Scott was greeted with a most surprising sight as he saw Sierra removing her shirt over her head before rinsing it in the water as if she was washing it. Scott was frozen. Stunned by the beautiful sight before him. Sierra was waist deep in the water. Her red hair was wet and clinging to her shoulders. And her breasts… They were more perfect than he had imagined. Firm and full. Milky white triangles with erect pink nipples surrounded by tan lines and slightly darker skin.

“What?” she said with a big smile as she continued rinsing her shirt before tossing it up in the grass on the shore. “Haven’t you ever seen a naked woman before?”

“Oh I’ve seen naked women before. Just never one as beautiful as the one I see now.” He said with a sly smile. If Scott hadn’t known better, he would swear she was blushing. He continued staring as she bent over and slipped her shorts and underwear off under the water and began rinsing them too. Once again, Scott realized just how smart she was. This really was a good idea. So he began following suit, shucking his shirt followed by his shorts and briefs. Sierra finished before he did and dove into the water and began swimming around in the cool clear water. Scott tossed his clothes onto the shore and turned to look for Sierra just as she tucked into a pike and dove below the surface. He looked around watching the ripples in the water, trying to see her when he suddenly saw her break the surface gasping and running her hands through her hair. Without hesitating, Scott did the same, diving below the water’s surface. Only when he rose to the surface, he came up directly in front of her, sliding his hands up along her thighs, over her hips and around her waist as he broke surface pulling her tightly to him. One hand on the small of her back, the other rising up her back, pulling her into his chest before sliding along her neck, cupping the back of her head and pulling her face to his.

Sierra welcomed the opening, closing her mouth on his, her tongue darting in and around. The cool water had caused her nipples to harden and become erect. Now, his warm chest was both soothing and stimulating. Likewise, the cool water had caused Scott’s cock to shrink, and his balls to pull up tight against his body. This time it was her body heat, the warmth of her legs wrapping around his, her groin pressing against his cock, offering warmth and the sensation of another’s touch. And then there was the rising passion he had been feeling, the passion he had been holding back, trying to deny or at least control. But no longer. He pressed his hips into hers and was greeted with a guttural groan of approval.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It felt like the land created a protective barrier against intrusion, such was the density of the foliage they encountered at first. They persevered and were rewarded as they traipsed deeper into the interior. Light filtered through the canopy of trees. Sierra stopped a moment to look around. She felt cradled by the land. Held protectively. It was an odd feeling. Moss grew up the side of trees. On others, vines twisted around gnarled trunks. The floor of the forest was covered with rotting leaves, giving the land a deep, rich, earthy smell. The silence was soothing. Now and then, something rustled in the leaves. A small creature of some sort, she supposed since nothing larger came charging at them.

Scott led the way and she was close behind. It wouldn’t be a good idea to lag too far behind him. All of a sudden, he pulled up short and Sierra, who had been looking down, bumped right into his back with a soft little oof. It was like hitting a brick wall with her forehead. Scott took her hand and helped her through that last line of brush until she could see what he did. Fresh water. The rising sun’s light glittering over the surface. She gasped softly in wonder and relief. They could go longer without food but water was essential. Scott moved down to the water’s edge and knelt, scooping up some of the liquid in his hands. She watched with anxious eyes. There was no way to tell if the water was safe, but a quick look around showed that plant life seemed to thrive all along the edge of the pond. Surely that was a good sign? Scott cautiously tasted the water, then looked to her, nodding. She needed no further encouragement. Her hurried steps took her to the water’s edge where she joined him kneeling and scooping up a handful of water for herself. Nothing, at that moment, tasted sweeter. Turning to look at Scott, she reached out to hug him tightly. She was so relieved. They had water. They moved apart, Scott to fill the jug he had brought with him, while she scooped up more water and washed her face. Setting aside the filled jug, Scott headed into the water. A second or two later, Sierra joined him. Dear god, water devoid of salt felt wonderful. No residue. She trudged in up to her waist and began to rinse her arms, her face and any other part of her body not submerged in the water. On impulse, she drew her shirt over her head and began rinsing it.

She felt his eyes on her. She smiled as she wrung out her shirt tossing it ashore. She paused, catching his eyes.

“What? Haven’t you ever seen a semi-naked woman before?”

She teased him, even though she could feel heat flushing her skin, rising up along her throat to her face. His response, didn’t make the color fade, in fact, it deepened it.

“Oh I’ve seen naked women before. Just never one as beautiful as the one I see now.”

Now what could she say to that? Instead, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and focused on removing the remainder of her clothing. There was no way she was going to don her clothes again, laced with the residue of salt. A quick glance in Scott’s direction showed her he, too was following suit. She looked out over the pond. Anywhere but at Scott, all too aware that he was getting as naked as she was and all of a sudden, that huge pond didn’t seem so huge at all. She dove into the water, enjoying the cool, silken feel of it against her skin. She swam below the surface until her lungs protested and forced her to surface with a soft gasp. A startled expression filled her eyes as Scott suddenly rose up before her. She felt his hands sliding up her thighs, glide over the curve of her hips. His arm slid around her waist like an iron band, hauling her up against him, the palm of his hand resting in the small of her back. His other hand slid along her silken skin, up her spine pulling her ceaselessly to his chest until her breasts flattened against him. His hand continued to move upward to the nape of her neck then to the back of her head, where it cupped, drawing her face close to his.

His lips covered hers and a small sound came from her throat. It oddly sounded like a half whimper and half moan. Her lips parted under his. His tongue enticed hers. She tasted him. Her tongue exploring his mouth. Her legs twined around his. Drawing her body tighter against his. A shiver ran down her spine and it had little to do with the cool water and everything to so with the man she was wrapped around. His hips pressed into hers, making her feel a sudden sharp awareness of him. She moaned against his lips, her legs tightening around him. Her own hips pressed back inside the cradle of his. Desire, passion, lust rose abruptly, flooding her. She wanted this man. She wanted to feel him move inside her. With her. Together, blazing passion’s fiery trail into mind blowing bliss. Her fingers found his back, spreading on either side of his spine, digging into his skin. Her hips rubbed and pressed against his. She tore her lips from his just far enough apart from his to utter the ragged words that expressed her feelings.

“Make love to me, Scott. Please….”

 

[iamincognito45]

With one arm around her back, Scott bent down, tucked the other arm under the back of her knees and gently lifted her out of the water, cradling her in his arms as he kissed her deeply again. He began wading through the water to the grassy, water’s edge. As they rose out of the cool clear water, they were greeted by the warm sun on their now naked bodies. He knelt down, gently lowering Sienna to the ground, as she lay back in the soft cool grass. Her hair spilling our around her head, her breasts rising and falling in concert with her slow deep breaths, her nipples still erect from the effects of the cool water and her growing arousal. She bent her knees, raising them slightly, straddling his thighs as he knelt between them sitting up and pausing for a moment, enjoying the beauty before him.

He could feel himself panting with anxious anticipation as he lowered himself to her. His hands landed on either side of her hips as he pressed his firm body against her, careful not to rest his full weight on her. Scott kissed her deeply, passionately. His tongue darting in and out of her mouth. His lips all over hers. He kissed her cheek and buried his face in her neck as she raised her chin and tilted her head to the side, welcoming his hungry kisses. His wet lips teased and sucked along her neck.

With is passion driving him, Scott pushed his hips forward, his cock pressing lengthwise firmly against her swollen lips. He was torn at this moment between the urgent desire to take her roughly, quickly. And the longing to enjoy this moment he had imagined for the last several days. Torn between feelings of selfish wanton lust and gentle shared passion.

Scott began rocking his hips, grinding into her. His cock swollen and hard but still not inside her. Their bodies warming quickly with the sun and the rising passion. He could feel her wetness now as his cock began gliding between her warm wet folds. His breath was becoming ragged now. Arching his back slowly, Scott rose up, his cock sliding down the length of her loins until his swollen head was resting against her moist slit. With the slightest of pressure, he began leaning into her once again. His body was tingling with the many sensations he was feeling. The rising sun warm on his back. The light morning breeze cool on his exposed moistened cock. And the fiery warmth of her folds as he pressed forward. Scott raised his head skyward, his eyes closed as he savored the intense sensation of his cock sliding between her lips. Inch by inch, her fire engulfed him as he slid deeper into her until he was finally buried to the hilt. Scott looked straight into her eyes as he let our a low, guttural moan.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Water cascaded off the freshly exposed parts of her body as Scott lifted her in his arms. His lips had found hers again and she hadn’t realized they had left the pond until he knelt, lowering her to ground. She stretched out on the grass as their lips broke away from one another. When had her legs parted to make way for his body? It was the question she pondered as she looked at him kneeling there, watching her. Sierra could feel her skin suffuse with heat, a telltale sign that she was blushing, all over. It was the look in his eyes that kept her from moving, from breaking up this private moment they were sharing.

He moved, leaning up over her as his lips found hers again. Her hands found his arms, braced on either side of her and slid up them. Their tongues played a mindless game of tag as he pressed closer. He took his time to kiss her thoroughly before his lips strayed from hers and made a path from her cheek to the side of her neck. Her pretty green eyes closed in simple bliss, her head tilting back into the grass under it. Her hands in the meantime, slid up his arms, her fingers wrapping around his biceps as much as they were capable of. Her thighs parted wider, offering him more space for his hips, which in turn, opened her for him. With his mouth locked to the side of her neck, Sierra felt Scott’s hips slide forward and felt a momentary resistance before the hard length of him brushed past her swollen lips and slid into her welcoming wetness. The internal muscles of her vagina clamped around him, hugging him to her pelvic floor as they milked him, pulling at him to probe deeper. Sierra’s hips lifted from the grass to meet him, pressing against him, an act that her muscles couldn’t do, drive him deeper into her. Slender fingers dug into the muscles of his upper arms. Her legs wrapped around him as she felt him press all the way in. Her heat and wetness enveloped him. There was not a single inch of space in her that he didn’t fill.

Her body remained arched and frozen against him for a moment or two before her head lowered and her eyes opened to focus on his face. He was watching her. There was something inherently sensual about a man who could hold a woman’s eyes with a look. She lifted a hand from his arm and slid it to the back of his neck, urging his head to lower toward her own. Her eyes never left his; she couldn’t have looked away, not with his body pressed tightly and so intimately against her own. He felt every bit as good as she imagined he would. His moan of pleasure hung in the air between them. Her body tightened and rippled along the surface of his buried cock in response to his moan. Her lips parted and inhaled deeply. Here, in this forest, amongst the trees, the pond and the early morning heat that was drying the droplets of water from their bodies, it was as if they were the only two humans in the world. A modern day Adam and Eve.

 

[iamincognito45]

Scotts’ body felt more alive than he could remember. Every single fiber of his being seemed to be on fire, tingling, sensitive. And yet, he felt frozen like a statue. He couldn’t move. And he didn’t want to. He just wanted to sit there, kneeling between her thighs, buried in her velvety folds, looking down on her beauty. He could feel her pussy gripping him, pulling him. And the heat. Oh my god the heat was heavenly. He could feel his cock twitching uncontrollably and wondered if she could feel it too. He was sure she could. How could she not? Still pressed fully into her, he clinched his cheeks, swelling his head to match the uncontrolled twitching. She reached up and pulled his head back down to her, forcing him to arch his back slightly, pulling his cock back until he could readjust and press back into her. He was hardly moving and yet he was panting heavily. Kissing her deeply while gasping for air when given the chance.

It was getting hot. Really hot. The rising sun had dried their wet skin and was now beating down on his back. But that was nothing compared to the searing heat he felt in his loins. The urge to just start pounding into her and cum was almost greater than he could control. But greater still was his desire to savor this special moment. He was being given a tremendous gift and he knew it. This was not a gift to be squandered. It was a gift to be cherished and rewarded in return. Scott knew she felt a connection too. And he wanted to make sure the connection continued.

Scott released his lips from hers and pushed himself up on extended arms. He wanted to see her again. She was so beautiful. So natural. Something he noticed early on in the cruise. She wore almost no makeup. Maybe some light eye shadow but typically none at all. Her fiery red hair was drying now, fluffing slightly but still fanned out around her head. Her skin was naturally pale in color creating a nice sharp contrast with her red hair and the bright green grass beneath her. But now, it was very lightly tanned thanks to a few days on the boat enjoying the sun. It was only now that he noticed the tan lines outlining her beautiful breasts. Although her skin was only lightly tanned, the tan lines were sharp and distinct. Clearly framing her breasts. He watched as they slowly rose and fell with her breaths and longed to touch them. Caress them. Kiss and suckle them. Soon. Very soon he would taste those lovely breasts and the thought created another jolt deep within him.

Now Scott closed his eyes and slowly pulled back focusing on the sweet sensations in his cock as he slowly withdrew from her grip. Her juices bathing his freshly exposed cock. The light breeze cooling, heightening the tingling sensations he was feeling. He continued withdrawing until only the head of his cock was still inside and paused. Taking a deep breath he slowly pushed forward once again savoring the feeling of his cock sliding back into her. Her warm wetness so soothing. Her lips so welcoming. Pushing down into her until once again, he was buried in deep inside her. Now, pressing his hips into her firmly, he rocked side to side grinding into her before pulling back, withdrawing once again.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The sun beat down on their naked skin, drying up all evidence of their previous dip into the pond. Sierra’s breasts, now a smoothed out curve, rocked gently in response to Scott’s thrusts and withdrawls. Her eyes were half-lidded, partly from passion and partly from the glare of the sun that bounced off the still waters behind them. His body blocked the rays each time he leaned forward over her. Every time his cock retreated, pausing just inside her opening, she whimpered. Her hips eagerly lifted from the ground when he pressed forward again. Her hands slid up his arms to grip his biceps. A part of her wanted to relish the slow way they were fucking, another part wanted him pounding into her. It was such a torn feeling. Scott’s cock fit her body so damn well. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him when he slipped forward to fill her. He made her ache so deliciously. Her skin wanted his touch. Her body craved the fullness of him.

“Oh damn, Scott…” she whispered, “you feel so good.”

He pulled back, teasing her, intentionally or not. It made her groan.

“No. Please. Don’t tease me. Don’t tease us. Not this time. Not now. I’ve wondered about you. What it would be like with you and now… god.. just.. please… fuck me.”

She felt a connection with Scott. It was something that had been missing for some time now with Eric. There was a time and place for slow, drawn out sex. This wasn’t one of those times. Her need was much too raw. Her eyes roamed over him, pleased by what they saw. They darkened as they lingered, there between her thighs where they were joined. A small hand slipped from his arm, down across her pelvic region, down to feel the exposed length of him. Her fingertips brushed against the hard column of distended male flesh, slipped from the base and downward to where he was still resting inside her. Sierra’s eyes lifted back to his face. Her need and desire, clear in her eyes.

“Scott, I want to feel you sliding into me. Do it. Please.”

Her fingers loosely surrounded him as she waited.

 

[iamincognito45]

Scott’s mind was racing. Every inch of his body overloading him with sensations. He could feel the burn as the sun continued to beat down on his back. Even the upturned bottom of his feet seemed to be on fire. Beads of sweat began forming on his face and chest as the first few drops ran down his cheeks and stomach. His arms felt alive supporting his upper body as he shifted his weight forward and back in concert with his slow, deliberate thrusts. Sierra’s hands gently stroked his arms, coming to rest on his biceps, her hands squeezing his arms in rhythm to his thrusts.

Her whispered words of encouragement and groans only fueled his desire more. How long had it been since he felt this fire? This passion? Had he ever? Certainly not in recent memory. And while the sex with Melissa had been cool and lacking passion lately, he could not ever remember feeling this connection with her. Had he ever wanted a woman as much as he wanted Sierra right now? Right this minute? He knew the answer was no. Her voice shocked him back to the here and now.

“No. Please. Don’t tease me. Don’t tease us. Not this time. Not now. I’ve wondered about you. What it would be like with you and now… god.. just.. please… fuck me.”

“God… just… please… fuck me…” Those words roared in his ears as he gasped, fighting back the sudden release he felt rising within him. God, she was so beautiful beneath him. Her eyes staring deep into his. Her breasts rising and rocking with her breaths. Her hands were all over him now. Running up and down his arms and now, sliding between their hips. Her felt the shock of her fingertips on his cock. Her fingers spreading, wrapping around the base, gently encircling him as he slid back into her wet folds. Her pussy was warm and wet and he could feel her muscles gripping his cock as he pushed inside her again.

It was all too much for him to process now. Too many sensations. All of them fiery and fierce. Scott’s most primal instincts began to rise to the surface. Unrelenting and overpowering all his other senses. He was no longer in control. He was no longer himself. He was now reduced to a man overwhelmed with lust. Just moments ago, he was savoring the sweet sensations of his cock sliding slowly in and out of the softest, most velvety pussy he could imagine. Now suddenly, without warning, he was driving into her with all his weight. His thrusts were not just firm, they were bordering on violent. He was feeling things he had never felt before. The wetness, the heat, the grip. And her hand. Her fingers adding another dimension as they alternated between a loose and firm grip pacing his every thrust.

Every fiber of his being was raw and on fire. Every thrust accompanied by a guttural grunt as his hips slammed between her legs. His balls were heavy and bouncing, swinging wildly through the motion of his hips up and down, in and out, back and forth. His eyes were glazed and unfocused. Open but seeing nothing clearly. He could just make out Sierra’s form beneath him now. He could see no detail other than her body rocking back and forth beneath him. He could hear sounds but could make out no words other than the refrain he heard before. “God… just… please… fuck me…”

His pace continued, hard and fast. Pounding into her with every thrust. Driving to reach deeper and deeper. Her grip seemed to increase until at last, he could hold back no more. His balls were on fire, boiling and bouncing, his release building and growing. He finally felt his climax begin as his body tensed and he began to convulse uncontrollably…

 

[DarkWarrioress]

They were caught up in the maelstrom of their lust. Beasts, rutting, bodies driving. Each seeking that ending of perfection. There wasn’t one nerve in her body that wasn’t firing. Her body was humming, throbbing, with need. Scott was pounding into her body with enthusiastic force. Her breasts jiggled violently. The feel of his cock sliding between her thumb and forefinger where her hand rested between them, added to her arousal. Sex between them bordered on the rough as her body pumped against his. Her mind was screaming. Yes. Yes. Yes. All that became vocal were soft whimpers. The rolling of her head from side to side. Sierra’s body grew tighter. Her internal fire centered in her lower abdomen, somewhere between belly button and her feminine cavity he was pumping into with such force. Her hand slipped from between their bodies as the force of his thrusts became stronger. It joined her other by grasping at his forearms, fingers digging into the muscle there.

It was there…. Just out of reach, driving her crazy… don’t stop… oh god, please don’t----

It slammed into her with the force of a hurricane, jerking her body off the ground as she convulsed around and under him. His own orgasm hit him a few seconds after her own. They pressed tightly together, each of them weathering the storm they had created. Her body fell back against the ground, her chest heaving as she sucked desperate amounts of air into her lungs. She had forgotten to breathe. Her nails left half- moon shapes in his flesh, testament to the force of her orgasm. Again, her hand slipped between their bodies, fingers seeking out that column of flesh responsible for all this. The pad of her thumb slid over his sticky, wet cock, made so from his seed and her wetness. Wrapping her fingers around him, she gently urged him from her body, guiding the head of his cock against her clit, rubbing his head against her own small nub a few times, making her shudder all over again before she slid him back inside her. With a soft groan, she urged him down over her until her lips could find his. The kiss lasted a moment or so before her lips left his, pressing her forehead to his.

“That was as good as I imagined it would be. Thank you, Scott,” her voice managed a ragged whisper.

Her nails ran up and down his spine with a gentle motion as her body relaxed and was overcome with a post sexual lethargy.

“You know,” she idly mused, “we might want to think about getting back into our clothes before the sun burns your backside,” she was smiling by now, “well, after another quick dip in the water.”

 

[iamincognito45]

“God… just… please… fuck me…” Those words roared in his head as his hips pounded into her. She lurched suddenly, thrusting up to greet him as she convulsed, clamping down on him. Every muscle was tensing as he drove into her with one final, forceful thrust as his own orgasm erupted. Her arms entangled around him as her body tensed against his. Pulse after pulse of release filled her as her grip alternated releasing and tightening around him. Scott’s breath finally returned as his muscles began to relax. He felt her reach between them once again as he slowly withdrew before she stopped him, gripping his slick hardness. She worked his cock back and forth rubbing it back and forth through her wet slit and against her clit before positioning him once again against her slit and pulling him back to her. Scott moaned and closed his eyes at the incredible feeling he felt again as his swollen cock slipped inside her once again. Spent and relaxing slowly, his cock was still thick and semi rigid as he filled her once again. Her heat and wetness combined with the silky firmness caused him to shudder once again. She reached up and pulled his lips to her kissing him until finally releasing him.

They laid there together for a long sweet moment enjoying the sweet afterglow. Each sensation heightened now that his orgasm had subsided. Sierra thanked him deeply as his cock slowly withdrew.

“Thank you Sierra. You are so, so sexy.”

Scott helped her up and they walked hand in hand to the water’s edge. Stepping deeper and deeper into the cool water, he realized for the first time just how hot the sun had been on his back and legs as the cool water felt icy cold on his sunburned skin. Thankfully, he had her warm body pressed up against so much of him as they embraced in a long passionate kiss. His hand cupped her head while the other cupped her ass pulling her tight. They separated slightly, their hands washing each other gently, his hand slipping between her legs, hers cupping his balls and stroking his cock as they rinsed each other clean.

They exited the cool water and gathered their clothes as the afternoon sun dried their skin. Scott grabbed the full water jug and they began retreating back into the jungle on their way back to camp.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Scott extended his hand, Sierra put hers into it and he gave a small tug, helping her up. They wandered down the water again and moved into it. The coolness of the water was shocking compared to the heat of the sun they had been lingering under. Waist deep in the water, he pulled her into an embrace, one she went willingly into. Even as their kiss parted, they remained close. Sierra cupped and poured water over his body, her fingers gently spreading the moisture across his heated skin. His hands were equally busy against her skin. There was no hurried frenzy to their actions as before. The raw need and hunger had been fed for the time being. They turned together to the shore, reclaiming their clothes as the sun dried the water from their skin. Scott led the way back into the jungle, carrying the water bottle.

On the way back to their camp, her stomach rumbled, reminding her that they hadn’t eaten yet this day. Instead of dipping into their waning provisions, maybe she could encourage Scott to go do some fishing and while he did that, she would forage in the jungle to see what else was edible for collection. Their camp came into view and she stopped, looking around.

“Do you think we could make a fire, Scott?”

The canopy of trees, as they moved through the jungle, had provided them with a screen against the sun’s brutal rays as it climbed in the sky. For the morning, after their dip, though her skin was flush, she felt a little cooler than she wished. A small fire would be a welcome asset. They could always erase all signs of the campfire if they decided to move back among the trees. She glanced over her shoulder at the forest. Closer to the water source, the overhead tree foliage would help deflect rain and sun, it would be good idea to move back in there. But for now, food. Sierra headed for their makeshift shelter and crawled inside, opening the emergency packs to search out the fishing line and hooks. Maybe she could look for abalone if Scott took up the fishing. She’d need a knife for that. They had a pair of them, the kind one could strap to a thigh. She set things out in an orderly fashion as she hunted for the mate to the one she was sure Scott had.

How odd was it? Scott and she had just engaged in some pretty hot sex and now she was back in survivor mode. Her hands stilled their search as she thought. What did that make her? She wasn’t just dismissing Scott now that she got, well, her itch scratched, was she? Scott was a good person. It seemed like they were kind of in the same predicament where their significant others were concerned, kind of. Sierra sat there with the pack in her lap, pondering while she heard Scott outside moving around. She gave a brief shrug of her shoulders as she dismissed her thoughts as fanciful.

Ah! There it was, the knife she had been looking for. Setting it and the fishing supplies aside, she repacked everything she had taken out before putting the pack back. Scooping up the other things, she made her way back outside again.

“Scott?” She called out as she crawled out of their shelter, “I retrieved some fishing gear and the other knife. I thought I could--- Scott?”

There was no one in sight and he wasn’t replying.

 

[iamincognito45]

The hike back to the beach and their camp had been uneventful, the terrain still rugged enough to make hiking and talking difficult. So they proceeded along until they reached the sand at the bottom. Sierra had mentioned a fire before heading into the raft for the supplies. She didn’t ask for a fire. She just mentioned it. But it was a good idea. She was smart that way. Always thoughtful and thinking ahead. He was no longer surprised at her resourcefulness or his great fortune to have her with him. He had come to accept it and expect it.

Scott quickly gathered some kindling and tender and got the fire started quickly while she continued rummaging around in the raft. Once the fire was stable, he stood and looked around. He could see Sierra bent over in the raft and immediately felt a stirring in his loins. What was going on? He wondered. He needed some time to think. To catch his breath and get refocused.

He looked back into the jungle cover and headed back along the trail. He wanted to take a closer look. They had a little problem. Staying on the beach would be the best way to get rescued. But then again, the beach was hot and exposed. Far from fresh water. They could make a signal on the beach to attract any planes overhead. But realistically, they might not get rescued for a while, if at all. So he headed back up the trail to scope it out a little more. They found water. That was good. They could survive for weeks with just fresh water. But ultimately, they needed to find a source of food. And they would need a better shelter too. Looking down and around, Scott searched for signs of animal life or edible plants along the way.

As he walked along, his mind kept drifting back to Sierra. Melissa was over. He knew that now. Even if they were rescued and he made it back to her. Even if Sierra went back to Eric, he knew he and Melissa were through. No doubt, she would come rushing back to him, happy to have him alive and back in her arms. But that part of him was dead now. Sierra had shown him there was more to life and love than what he shared with Melissa. He owed that to himself. Even If sierra was back with Eric, Scott would just be on his own. But what about now? What of he and Sierra now? What were they? Was that morning a result of their emotional stress? A mere figment of a need to have a connection while they struggled to survive? Or was there more than that? Scott felt like there was a connection. They just seemed to click and sync so well. They seemed to understand what the other was thinking. And the lovemaking session this morning was… well… just wow. She was so fucking sexy. So hot. So sensual. And no energetic. Whatever itch he was scratching, her itch seemed to be just as raw and needed scratching just as badly. Sex had never been like that with Melissa. What he felt that morning with Sierra was raw, primal and dare he say it, natural. It had barely been an hour and already, he longed for another round with her. And in his perfect world, he longed for more. To just hold her too. To snuggle and sleep with her in his arms again. To protect her, to provide for her. To be needed by her. That was his perfect world.

To provide for her. To protect her. Yes those were great goals but they weren’t going to happen as long as he was thinking with his dick. He shook his head again and got back to foraging and looking around. About half way up to the small lake, he found a flat area relatively free of heavy vegetation. The ground was not dry by any means, but it was not dripping wet either. It held promise, but he kept looking. He found some wild kiwi plants and headed into the brush to grab a few when he heard a rustling in the underbrush. Followed by a fluttering. What could that have been? Some kind of a bird maybe? Digging around, he found a few feathers and what looked like a small game trail. As continued digging, he came across a large, elevated nest and what looked like eggs. Chicken eggs? Chickens? How on earth? He had no idea, but he knew what he saw. It was a great find really. There was fruit and game on the island. The only questions now would be how hard they would be to find. He was so excited to find the bounty and he couldn’t wait to tell Sierra.

He practically ran back to camp with a kiwi in one hand and two eggs in the other. As approached the clearing in the beach, he could hear Sierra calling for him. A faint calling at first that grew louder and more intent the closer he got. Finally he broke through into the clearing.

“Sierra? I’m here. I’m right here.”

He could see the concerned look in her eyes followed immediately by relief, followed by a hint of anger. He had disappeared on her without saying a word and she was worried. It was stupid of him and he kicked himself for not thinking about it. For not being more mindful and considerate. This was still a very dangerous place. And they were still at risk at every turn. He promised himself right then, he would never leave her again without telling her where he was going or when he would return. He really wanted to hold her right then. To comfort her. To tell her he was sorry for worrying her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“Sierra? I’m here. I’m right here.”

She spun around at the sound of his voice, relief showing blatantly in her eyes. She simply dropped the things she had been holding in her hands and ran to him. Her arms slipped around his waist as she hugged him tight.

“You’re okay. I got a little worried for a moment when I didn’t see you. I’m sorry to be such a ninny but I guess I’m still a little unnerved since the boating accident. If anything happened to you….”

Her words were muffled in his chest as she pressed close. She hadn’t known if something had happened to him or if he had simply gone off to explore. He would have never left her for a moment if he thought she was in danger. Scott thought of things like that. Eric hardly ever thought beyond himself. More and more she was beginning to believe it was over with Eric. They were just in two completely different places in their lives. They wanted different things. Sierra wanted a partner. Someone who enjoyed the same things she did. She wanted someone she could count on.

She stayed pressed against him a moment more then stepped back, letting her hands slip from his back.

“What do you have there?”

Her eyes went to his hands and widened in disbelief and pleasure.

“Are those eggs? And…”

She leaned closer, lifting a finger to the fruit then looked at him for confirmation.

“Kiwis?”

She laughed delightedly.

“How... where did you find them? And are those chicken eggs? They look like it. Wild chickens or does someone live on this island? I don’t care right now. We can hunt them down later. Scott, you wonderful, wonderful man. We’re going to feast.”

She drew herself up on her tiptoes, cupping the back of his head with one hand and kissed him soundly. Kiwis and chicken eggs. Who would have thought she could get excited about something so simple as that? Before he could say or do anything, she raced off for their life raft again, crawling inside to dig out a pan to boil the eggs in. Sierra wondered if they boiled the eggs in salt water if that would season them? The shells of the eggs she knew were porous. It might work. She’d have to ask Scott and see what he thought. Now where were those matches? They needed a fire. A few more seconds of rummaging around produced the small box of matches. They needed to use them sparingly but if they started a fire there on the beach, they could always take some of it inland to start another fire, if they moved inland, that is. She wiggled back out of the life raft and started back toward Scott with the pot in her hand. One look at him and she stopped abruptly.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that? Do I look like a lunatic or something?”

 

[iamincognito45]

The eggs and kiwis were a great find. No doubt about it. And Scott was sure she was as hungry as he was. Walking back to camp he was proud of his luck and excited about a meal. The kind of meal they might have again and again. Which was a great feeling. The strain of the last few days were really starting to get to him. The lingering fear that luck of finding the island might just be prolonging the inevitable. But the eggs and the kiwis were a great find and really energized him. They just might make it after all.

And then there was her reaction. The relief he saw in her eyes when he reappeared. And the excitement of the find he shared. And finally, the appreciation she showed him. The euphoria of this morning was still very fresh in his psyche. And there was an obvious connection. Scott had been thinking about it nonstop since their wild connection on the shore of the pond. That has been exciting and lustful and primal in ways he had only dreamt of before. But what had that really meant? And then just now, her touch, her hands on him, the look in her eyes, the passion in her kiss. It was all rushing back to him again. He was just starting to respond back to her, to hold her tightly and press her into his chest and then as quickly as she came to him, she was gone again.

Like a flash, she disappeared back into the raft. He could hear the supplies being tossed about. And he could her talking to herself but couldn’t quite make out the words. Just as suddenly as she disappeared, her head popped out of the raft with a pot for the eggs in one hand and small box of waterproof matches in the other. She was just kneeling there in the opening on all fours as she started wiggling her way back out. She finally made her way back to her feet and started towards him.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that? Do I look like a lunatic or something?”

Scott broke into a smile. Lunatic? Hardly. What he saw was a woman that struck him in his core. Like no other ever had. Not Melissa, not anyone he had ever dated. She was beautiful and wonderful in so many ways. And it was odd for him to see the look of confusion on her face. She really didn’t get it. She stood there now quietly, waiting for some sign as he walked over to her slowly. He reached out and took the pot from one hand, the matches from the other and turned away, setting them down on the fallen log next to the raft. He gently placed the eggs and kiwis in the pot and turned back to her, walking slowly until he was right in front of her. Looking down into her eyes, he leaned down and took her in his arms firmly, pulling up on her tip toes, holding her close and kissing her deeply before coming up for a quick breath.

“Dinner can wait…”

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He removed the pot and matches from her hands, set them aside, adding his finds to the lot then turned back toward her. She silently watched him approach her, standing as close as he could get, his arms slipping around her, drawing her up on her toes before his head descended and his lips covered her own. Her heart began a dull roar in her chest as she strained on her tiptoes, returning his kiss. Her hands found his hips, slid upward along his sides, traveled across the plane of his chest and meandered to his back. His lips pulled away from hers, not very far, but enough.

“Dinner can wait…”

Her body was saying, yes. Her stomach was growling, no. The look in his eyes and his lips convinced her of yes. Her own eyes held a hint of laughter but in their depths was a hunger. For him. Even though they had just slaked their thirst down by the pond, she wanted him again and who was to say they couldn’t? There were no rules here other than the ones they made for themselves. As far as they could tell, they were the only two here and only heaven knew when they would be rescued if they were. That possibility had to be faced, that they would live out the remainder of their days here, in this place, while the rest of the world presumed them dead.

She stood on tiptoe, her lips close to his and whispered a soft yes before she kissed him again. Sierra could feel his heart beating against her own, his exhale of breath softly brush her cheek. Her fingertips passed over his spine, moving up into his hair, urging his head downward so she could delicately cup the back of his head in her palm. The tip of her tongue lightly passed over his lips, teasing them to part for her.

The sun was no longer directly overhead, beating mercilessly down upon them. A light ocean breeze blew around them. She could vaguely hear birds in the jungle behind them and something else. However, her mind was distracted from identifying that sound because of Scott’s proximity. That is, until that sound came charging through the underbrush somewhere behind them with a feral grunt. Sierra found herself pulling abruptly away from Scott’s embrace and glancing toward the noise. It was a small feral pig, staring at them with hostile yet curious eyes.

Nice chaperone. She had to chuckle, albeit very softly. Life had suddenly taken on a new opportunity, if they could capture it.

 

[iamincognito45]

The kiss was every bit as passionate as he hoped. Sierra’s lips were gentle and warm and wet. Her tongue traced his lips, teasing them to part as the heat began to build. Hands that started in her hair came down to her neck, then slowly made their way down her back. Fingers pressing firmly along her shoulder then lightly down her spine, to the sweet sensual small of her back. Before reaching down to cup her ass. Pulling her tightly to him, he pressed his growing hardness against her. Rubbing against her sensually, his inner fire growing.

And then, as quickly as the passion built, he could feel it lurch away. He had been consumed by his hunger for her again. But she heard the sounds and then, as she pulled away, she was the first to see it. Scott had been stunned by the sudden change when she pulled back. He was trying to look into her eyes, to understand when he saw her looking over his shoulder. Turning he saw the wild pig. By the time he saw it, it had become startled and was starting to back into the brush.

Scott knew this could be trouble. They might look small and cute, friendly and harmless. But he knew better. Cute, small, feral pigs came from big angry feral hogs. Generally speaking, they would avoid human contact. But like most wild animals, if they felt threatened, they would attack. And grown wild hog can easily kill a man. Scott instinctively reached out with an arm and quickly pulled Sierra roughly behind him, to shield her. He stood there for a moment and watched as the pig continued to retreat and then disappeared. Turning around, he faced Sierra and looked at her with a serious tone.

“Stay here. Stay right here.” And with that, he turned and moved toward the brush to where the pig had disappeared. Reaching the edge, he pulled the brush back, revealing a small game trail as he looked deep into the jungle scanning for any movement. He sat there for a long moment watching and listening until he was convinced there was no longer a threat. Finally, he turned back toward the beach and Sierra.

“They may look cute. But they can be deadly. Especially if they are accompanied by a larger sibling or parent. He probably smelled the food. Or maybe he was just wandering by on his usual afternoon trek. Either way, we can assume he will return. And maybe others too. So we need to be careful. And we need to plan better. We need to organize and secure our camp. And we need to be more careful to clean up our messes and store our food. We should start eating away from where we sleep. And we need to assume there might be other, dangerous scavengers in the area. The good news is they taste great! That will be another great meal once we figure out a way to kill one.”

He walked up to her, taking her in his arms and continued. “We have been reckless. I have been reckless. I know better and got lazy. I felt so comfortable with you. And was so happy to be alive. I was careless and I have put you in danger. I’m sorry Sierra. I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll be smarter. I’ll do a better job of protecting you from now on.” He then looked down into her eyes and smiled and toothy smile. “Who’s hungry? Let’s eat that dinner and get our camp in order.”

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It had been something she recognized instantly. Instinct. Scott’s arm pulled her roughly behind him. She went willingly and quickly. The pig looked so damn cute and it almost seemed funny that he had put himself between her and it, until she realized it was a wild creature. But it was so little, how much damage could it actually do to a person?

“Stay here. Stay right here.”

Oh, she had no plans of moving. Sierra watched him walk back to the place the pig had appeared and retreated to, saw him brush the branches of brush aside. Her lips parted to tell him not to go in there but after a while, he came back so. Her shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath.

“They may look cute. But they can be deadly. Especially if they are accompanied by a larger sibling or parent. He probably smelled the food. Or maybe he was just wandering by on his usual afternoon trek. Either way, we can assume he will return. And maybe others too. So we need to be careful. And we need to plan better. We need to organize and secure our camp. And we need to be more careful to clean up our messes and store our food. We should start eating away from where we sleep. And we need to assume there might be other, dangerous scavengers in the area. The good news is they taste great! That will be another great meal once we figure out a way to kill one.”

Scott made sense and meat for eating? Hell, yes. He was right, they needed to be more careful and needed to put their heads together to figure out a way for trapping it. His arms slid around her and he apologized. She shook her head.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, Scott. We both made a mistake. It should have dawned on us that there were forms of wildlife around. We’ve heard and seen the birds. You found eggs. But I’m sure neither of us expected to be interrupted by a pig.”

She laughed and hugged him close for a moment.

“We probably scared it more. Here it was, probably on its daily trek to the beach and it stumbled on us instead. “

By mutual consent, they parted. Scott went to work on their camp since he knew more about securing it. Sierra took the pot and walked down to the water’s edge to retrieve some salt water. Egg shells were porous so it was ideal to boil the eggs in, the salt would add some flavor. Returning to camp, she built up the fire and waited for the water to boil. It didn’t take long. Salt, in water, had a faster boiling point than water that didn’t. Gently she dropped the eggs in. Remembering that she hadn’t fetched the plates the kit offered, Sierra set aside the boiling pot and went to fetch those. With her return, the pot was left to the side as she cleaned one of the knives and carefully skinned the kiwis before slicing and dividing them on two plates.

They ate quietly, enjoying the sun setting over the horizon. They were alive, and thanks to Scott’s foraging, they had food in their bellies. She scooted closer to his side, sharing what warmth their bodies provided for.

“I wish we had some fresh hot water and some instant chocolate right about now. A hot cup of cocoa would be nice.”

Sierra sighed softly as she tossed another small branch on the fire. The simple things that they took for granted when they had them. She never would again because if and when they got out of here, she would remember her time here. Glancing at Scott, she knew she’d remember him too. She knew her time with Eric was over. She wasn’t so sure about his relationship with Melissa however. It was an unknown she didn’t waste time thinking on. Instead, she reached out and laced her fingers through his.