!Lost At Sea!

AroraDestiny

Destiny Calls...
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OOC- Lost at Sea is a comedy for CGRaven and myself. For those times when we need fun and a laugh.

The Ad read,

Excitment!
Adventure!
Cheap Rates!
$150 for a three day cruise.
All Inclusive!

Desiree, a young woman just reaching 22 was sure this was the break she needed. After all her friends would be so jealous. Shoving her blonde hair over her shoulder she glanced back over her shoulder at the two crew men carrying her 8 bags of luggage.

"Dont lose that now! I need everything in those cases. Do you think I am this gorgeous without work? I dont know what I would do without my exfoliating bath mask. The salt is bad on your skin."

Walking into the biggest cabin on the ship. She payed an extra $20 for it. She yawns at the sparse furnishings.

"I suppose this will HAVE to do."

Brushing past them she goes to stand on the deck of the ship. Glancing at the idiot on the other side of the deck who is mimicking DiCaprios character from Titanic.
 
Claude Smith

I had read every adventure and travel magazine on the Caribbean. I knew each Island and all the points of interest, all about the people, just everything there was to know. This all accomplished from my “Barko Lounger” in the living room of my Union City,
N J apartment.

I was properly decked out in my “Banana Republic "and "L L Bean" wardrobe. I knew that the heavy Zink oxide on my nose would protect me from the vicious rays of the sub tropical sun. and my mountain guide glacier sun glasses would protect my eyes.

Couldn’t be to careful as a book keepers eyes are his jobs most important assisit.
 
Turning she notices another passenger. He seems to have a rediculous amount of sunblock on his nose and what looks like some kind of ugly oversized glasses.

At least she had been smart and wore something cool. White T-shirt tied off above her belly button and frayed blue jean shorts. A good tan would put those snobs back home to shame. Pulling off her Calvin Kline sunglasses she trys to find a decent spot to watch the shore dissapear from.

Pulling herself up to full height she strides past the stranger, trips and lands right at his feet.

"Ooof"
 
Ah a vision of loveliness this fair lass, in white T-shirt tied off above her belly button and frayed blue jean shorts. Ah and smart enough to ware sun glasses to protect here eyes from the intense glare of the sun at sea.

We where finally under way and I was enjoying the view when the vessel took a mighty 1 ½ degree heal to port and this fair maid landed on her well rounded posterior, at my feet, as a might "Ooof" escaped her full lips.

“Ah Miss let me help you up.”

This first meeting did not go as I hoped, for as I bent down to help her, she was getting up, and our foreheads met with a "crack", knocking me back on my heels. I could not help but laugh.


“Claude Smith here "World Traveler", and you are my dear?”
 
“Ah Miss let me help you up.”

The man with goop on his nose trys and help me up but our heads crack together. He then has the nerve to laugh after stumbling back on his heels.

“Claude Smith here "World Traveler", and you are my dear?”

With a look of pure disdain I rise to me feet putting a hand to my aching head.

"Desiree Blake. I work for the Blake lawfirm in Madison,WI."

Stumbling into a nearby chair as cokes are brought, she grabs one and puts it to her forehead.

"These are not cold you idiot!"

The man apologises telling her the ice machine is broken. She shakes her coke well and opens it to spray the man with it but he ducks and the foam hits Claude.

Some of the other passengers thinking this is a fun idea shake thiers and a coke fight ensues.
 
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"Desiree Blake. I work for the Blake law firm in Madison, WI."

Panic set in my first true adventure, I am bodily injured and she works for a law firm and is going to sue me! I knew it was safer to stay in Jersey………..Hay there was nothing safe about my neighborhood, but to be sued for helping?

I had hardly collected my thoughts when I was hit by the briny spray of the sea. No not salt water but warm coke?


“What’s going on here?”

Well chaos insured, as the passengers mutinied, attacking all in range with there dastardly coke spray. It did seem like they where having fun. Hell why not. Grabbing the nearest can shaking it for all I was worth I popped the top and managed to drown Desiree Blake her blond hair was plastered to her face and neck, the white T-shirt, was now not white, but coke brown, and clung to Miss Blake in a most delightful way.


Quickly putting the can down, as I was unobserved, I headed below to find my cabin. One law suite would be quite enough. I didn't need two.
 
This is what I get with a cheap cruise warm coke and all over me. It almost seemed as if Mr Smith was afraid of me. As well he should be! Im a lady of modern times. I swear he is going to repay me for this shirt! Oh and my Victoria Secret bra as well. It was thier most expensive one!

I run down to my cabin and pull off my soaked clothes, after a quick shower and a change into sandals and a blue sundress I take my ruined shirt and bra in hand, now nearly dried and knock on the offending mans door.

"Mr Smith. A word with you.... MR SMITH"
 
There is a violent knocking on my cabin door and that voice again. Oh god she is here to tell me that I am going to be sued!!

"Mr. Smith. A word with you.... MR SMITH"

We have been underway for six hours, I have been on board, for 8 hours and my first real adventure is about to come to a disastrous end.

“Yes Miss Blake …………May I help you.”


If this crazed ambulance chaser thinks I’m opening this cabin door she has another thing coming.

As these thoughts where passing through my mind there was a terrible girding, crunching and crashing sound as the ship lurch to a halt, then leaned hard over on its left side.

“Miss Blake, are you all right I think we have hit something?”

Having read all the information on abandon ship drills I dawn my cork life preserver and make for the cabin door. Miss Desiree Blake is setting on the floor rubbing her most attractive behind.

“Quick woman there is no time to lose, we must get on deck to our abandon ship stations.”
 
“Yes Miss Blake …………May I help you.”

There was suddenly a terrible girding, crunching and crashing sound as the ship lurch to a halt, then leaned hard over on its left side. I fell against the floor a scream escaping my lips.

“Miss Blake, are you all right I think we have hit something?”

"What the hell! Im not gonna die like that cute guy in titanic!"

He pulls on his preserver and looks at me. I rub my sore ass and jump up as people run past us.

“Quick woman there is no time to lose, we must get on deck to our abandon ship stations.”

"No fucking kidding. Oh why did I want to do this cheap cruise. My friends warned me about these things."

She stumbles across the floor and starts up the stairs.
 
We arrive on deck as the last of the life boats is pulling away. We have been left behind to go down with the ship. “Miss Blake” is jumping around waving her arms and cursing a Blue streak threatening to sue the captain, mate, and the company as a whole. But they just keep pulling away.

The water is now up to our ankles and the deck is awash. A scene out of the movies, but now moving musical score to highlight our end.

Suddenly something nudges my leg. The wooden hatch cover has come lose and is floating away. Quickly I grab it and a most agitated “Miss Blake”. I hoister up on to it by her trim waist and then climb a board myself. A close fit and very cozy if not for her fuming presence.

The life boats go one way and we drift another.

Well we my starve to death but at least we will no go down with that ill fated ship.
 
We arrive on deck as the last of the life boats is pulling away. We have been left behind to go down with the ship.

"Heeeyyyy wait! Dont leave us! I work for a law firm! If you leave me here ill sue you all! Come back here!"

The water is now up to our ankles and the deck is awash. A scene out of the movies, but now moving musical score to highlight our end.

"They left us here Mr. Smith."

She bites her bottom lip to keep from crying. She seems angry enough to spit nails at the same time.

The man next to me suddenly yanks me on top of a large board and hops up onto it himself. Still we lay in the middle of it watching the lifeboats dissapear.

"I cant believe it... Who the hell do they think they are! Now we are going to die. AHH SHARK."

A dark form moves under the water beneath them. She screams as it surfaces. The cute face of a dolphin looks at them with intrest. Mr Smiths laughing irritates her further and she grits her teeth.

"Its not funny."
 
How long we drifted under the blazing tropical sun on our raft I will never know the better part of two hours isolated from all human contact the dolphins pushing us and guiding us away form the others and out to sea.

Then a tiny speck on the horizon that grew into an island. Desiree was out of her mind with thirst and the need to lash out at cruel fate, threading to sue even the dolphins. Her blue sundress now wet and plastered to her body.

“Land Ho” I scream as I turn to let Desiree know we are saved ……….Oh god she is not wearing a Bra!!!!........And that sun dress now hides nothing from my eager view. I strip off my jungle shirt and hold it out to her averting my eyes lest uncontrolled lust over takes me.

“Ah Miss Blake ……. Desiree you may want to put this on.”
 
Now I have a sunburn and I am stuck with a man who has goop on his nose. Im wet I am hungry. Im so thirsty that those dolphins are going to be caught and put in chicken of the sea if they wont bring me water. My god I am dying I am probably going to get scurvy. My head clunks down on the board in depression. Gawd I am delerious you cant sue dolphins. Or I would! I would... hes screaming something...

"Shut up I have a headac.....he..."

“Land Ho”

His words die as his eyes travel over my breasts. My bra..I had taken it off because of my strapless sundress. He looks like hes about to drool. He rips off his stupid looking shirt and turns away. I put it on destracted by his massive chest then look where he was looking.

"An Island lets go! Hey kick your feet."

Suddenly everything looks wonderful again. There must be people on the island. The water is clear and blue, looking down as we near land I see reefs and colorful fish. As soon as we get there I am taking a bath and hoping the next plane home. Ill never do these stupid adventures again. Next time its a condo on miami beach for me.
 
Desiree Spirits lifted as she saw the island. We kicked for all we were worth to reach that sandy beach. The surf caught us and we lost our raft and where tumbled along in the water likes clothes in a washer, to be deposited unceremoniously on the beach.

The helm of Desiree’s blue sundress was up around her waist, her naked breast showed their perfection through the wet translucent cotton, clinging to those perfect twin mounds, her nipples trying to poke through the material. Her blonde hair plastered to he head with bit of sand and sea weed tangled in it.

The beach was deserted and there where no signs of life or would be rescuers. I Claude Smith had lived my life in conservative seclusion content to be an arm chair adventure now I was faced with Desiree Blake a blond goddess that would put any “Playboy” centerfold to shame, and she and I where alone on this deserted beach.

The sea had deposited me on to of this vibrant beauty. Was I to ignore the stirrings in my shorts? Just be good old conservative Claude Smith as always? Hell no! Penning Desiree Blake out stretched arms to the sand with one hand I kissed her hard my tongue slipping inside her mouth, as my other hand fondled her breasts.


Hell Claude stop day dreaming! Ms Desiree Blake or any sexy woman would have nothing to do with you. Your just plain old Claude Smith afraid of your own shadow.

“Ms. Blake are you all right?”
 
"No im not alright theres seaweed in my hair! The only place I want seaweed is wrapped around my sushi!"

Pulling herself up and adjusting her dress which gives him a glimpse on lacey undies and through that something neatly shaved.

"My clothes are so wet I dont know why I bother."

Keeping his shirt wrapped around her she walks towards the dence tropical forest.

"We need to find somebody. I just want to go home. Thank you for saving me. I hear water running!"

She takes off towards the sound stopping short when she spots some characters dressed in tribal wear carrying skulls and shouting. She stops him, a delicate hand on his chest.

"Look Claude! Savages doing a ceremony!"
 
I warp an arm around Desiree narrow waist and draw her back into me.

' We better watch from cover for a whaile to see if they are friendly or not I do not like the looks of that skull.'


Desiree Not one to ever listen pushed ahead with her demands for attention and aid to these strange fellows. They soon had surounded her and where pulling at her clothing.

I heared the ripping of cloth and saw a peice of blue cloth flying through the air.

I remained under cover as I watched the seen unfold in front of me.
 
Laughter reaches his ears as they drop her uncerimoniously into a hot mineral spring naked as it were and lay out a fresh white robe for her. 4 of them move to drums and start to play an enchanting beat. 2 large chested men move to sit beside the spring and feed her impossibly large grapes.

"These men know how to treat a woman."

It is then that claude notices a rock by the spring is carved into the words 'Grand Isle Nude Hotel'.
 
Desiree you are safe now.

Claude just walks back into the jungel and disaperes the same old accountant that can not even take joy in their rescue.
 
Pulling on her robes and running after Claude she stops him before he leaves.

"Hey were rescued and its thanks to you for putting up with me."

She smiles and gives him a hug and a long romantic kiss.

"Your not so bad after all. And this is a nude hotel area. Lets get back wire in some cash and have fun."

She tugs on his arm giggling.

"Of all places to end up."
 
I looked at my shoes my face crimson from Desiree’s kiss.

“Desiree I did nothing and I am no lover. Just a foolish old man who has traveled via books and T V. You go enjoy I’ll make arrangements to get back to Jersey.”

I turned and walked away the fool as always.
 
Maybe I wasnt as hot as I thought.. I was pretty sure those guys were taking in an eyeful of my perky pink nipples. Well I guess Claude was just a magazine toting bore.

"You do that Claude. Go stick your nose back in your magazines. Im going to have some fun."

Turning on a heel I laughed at the irony of the situation. Lost at sea on an island overrun with naked people. What dumb luck! My friends were going to flip!
 
He looked at her and saw the same old Desiree Blake. Of the ship.

Turning on his heel he swept her into his arms and kissed her with all the passion that had lay smoldering for years
 
Passion..

Well so Mr Smith was full of some suprises then.

"So you do have kissable lips. Its just as I thought. A girl could definately learn to like those lips. I bet you have a nice body too."

She bet he had read a few of those naughty travel magazines too.

"SO are you still going to run home as fast as you can or...Eeeekk!"

A small snake had curled around her ankle as they spoke. She starts hopping around yelling.

"Get it off get it OFF"
 
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