Paradise for one ?

[prometheus 2]

This is a closed thread for Shylady and myself

Please read along and enjoy.

IC: Richard Forbes III sruck the match and lit the torch. In the early morning fog he gazed for a moment at the island that lay 200 yds. ahead of his sailboat and took a deep breath. "Bon voyage." he said more to himself than to his craft as he threw the burning torch into the hold and dove overboard.

Once ashore he looked out to sea and watched the burning remains of his last link to civilization disappear into the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

Civilization, he wouldn't miss it a bit. After two failled marriages and a bankrupted business venture he had enough of dealing with
civilization. He wanted out. The perfect plan; lost at sea, presumed dead.

He smiled, nobody would miss him until the money ran out and then they'd have to make it on their own, while he spent the remainder of his life on this uncharted island isolated in the broad Pacific.

He walked up the beach and disappeared into the jungle.

The wind came up. Waves crashed against the shore of the little island bringing debris from a ship that had sunk somewhere to the east. A lone figure clung precariously to a overturned lifeboat, the sole survivor of the unfortunate accident.

As the overturned boat ran aground the figure of a woman clothed in only her long white nightgown stumbled onto the beach and fell exhausted in the sand.

 

[Shylady]

Haley Richardson

Land! Oh Thank you God! Land! Coughing and wheezing I stumbled to safety and fell exhausted in the sand. I must have passed out for a while. When I woke up the sun was low in the sky and the breeze was cool on my sunburned skin.

I sat up slowly, feeling sore in muscles I didn't even know I had. I pushed my long blonde hair out of my face, grimacing at the sticky tangled mess it was. I looked around.

Trees, plants, sand and water as far as I could see. Well Haley, you are totally screwed now, aren't you. I just bet this damn island is full of bugs and spiders too

I slowly got to my feet and tried to walk down the beach, but it resembled a drunken stagger more than anything else. Part of me wanted to just give in and die, but a stronger part knew I had to find a way to survive out here alone. First thing I needed to do was find some fresh water. Surely there had to be some on this island.

 

[prometheus 2]

The sun was almost setting when I finished contructing the trap I had laid in front of my new home, a cave hidden by the jungle underbrush 300 yards from the beach. If any human stepped into the leaf covering they would fall into the pit below traping them untill I found them there. Just what I was going to do with the tresspasser I hadn't figured out yet. I wasnt the kind to kill any body yet I needed to keep anyone discovering mys whereabouts.and spoiling my plan.

I had done everything possible to prevent this from happening from the very begining when I had began my plan. First I had found the island that was perfect for my eacape uncharted it lay far from civlilization deep in the Pacific. I had visited the island a year ago sailing to it in my own craft alone, and discoverd it to have all that I needed to live a comfortable and satisfying life.

Next I had let everyone know that I was going to make a trip to Australia and some other islands far from this island and that I would be at sea and unable to communicate with anyone for at least a month. I had set sail sending a few misleading messages as to mys whereabouts and then the last week of my journey I came ashore with a few esential items found the cave and then set sail again sending one final message that I was nearing Australia. I threw my radio overboard along with any maps and documents I had on board wrapped in a chunk of meat. I watched a shark devour the package and then set sail for Paradise the name I had given to the island I was to spend the rest of my life on. There I would write the novel I had always wanted to write but never had the chance to. Who would ever read it I didn't know or care even if anybody did. I just wanted to write it.

I had grown a beard since the begining of my last voyage to further conceal my identity in case someone came upon me unexpectedly on Paradise. The warm tropical rains that came to Paradise every morning without fail woud wipe out my tracks on the beach and if someone happened to come ashore no sign of life would be apparent.

Now in myis cave I lit a fire and made my coffee watching the smoke spiral upwards and out of the opening in the top of the cave to the outside above. I had even brought and planted a coffee bush in a small open spot in the jungle next to a spring fed stream that tumbled down a rocky ledge and created a waterfall above a small pool where I could bathe. the water was comfortably warm comming from the ground near a voclanic fissure. Night had fallen when I sipped my cup of coffee and planned the first chapter of my novel. At first light I would visit the beach and then climb up the mountainside where I kept my typewriter, paper and some friut to munch on as I began my novel. I smiled to myself, "Paradise for one... a perfect life."

 

[Shylady]

Haley Richardson

I walked up the beach for a bit. eyeing the jungle warily. The third time I tripped on the hem of my thin cotton gown, I bent down and ripped the bottom off, it was already half torn off anyway. I felt horribly sticky and encrusted with salt from the ocean. My hair was falling in a tangled mess down my back. If I had been able to look in a mirror, I would have been able to tell that my blue eyes were all red and irritated from the water. I could see the sunburn on my shoulders, and longed for some aloe vera to put on it.

Haley, you are gonna have to go in that jungle sooner or later. I mentally told myself. Slowly I crept to the edge and looked into the shadows. I was surprised it wasn't a tangled impenetrable mass. I could actually see the ground between trees. As I moved deeper in the jungle, I kept looking around for bugs or spiders. I just knew they were around waiting for me to drop my guard.

As I got farther away from the surf, I could hear a sound like water falling in the distance and moved toward it. I began to think like my brothers always tried to teach me. I was the youngest of 6 kids, the only girl, and my five brothers had always tried to get me to learn all their hunting and survival skills. I had to push the panic of never seeing my family again out of my mind. First I had to find fresh water, and then shelter of some kind.

I suddenly stumbled into a small clearing and saw a small pool with a waterfall. I knelt on the rocks next to the water and eagerly dipped my hands in. I took a small taste. Fresh! I wanted to just weep in relief but instead, blinked back tears and swiped my hand inelegantly under my nose and took a cautious look around.

The water was clear and I could see nothing swimming in it. I lay face down on the rock and drank until I couldn't drink anymore. Then I walked around to the waterfall and found a little piece of rock jutting out under it. A perfect place to 'shower' I walked under the surprisingly warm fall of water and just stood. Letting the sand and salt wash away.

When I was tired of standing I made my way over to the secluded side of the waterfall, delighted to find the ledge went all the way across. I found myself in a very small, dry clearing. There was a rock wall around most of three sides and the waterfall in front of me. The dry area wasn't a lot bigger than my bathroom back home, but I didn't care, I felt safe here.

It must have been later in the day than I thought, when I woke up, because I suddenly noticed it was getting dark. I wasn't looking forward to being in the dark in the open, but it was a damn sight better than floating in the ocean.

I noticed a shallow depression in the rock wall and knelt down to see better. It looked to be only big enough for me to curl up in and be somewhat out of the open night. I brushed the sand smooth and keeping a sharp eye out for spiders, I lay down. wrapping my arms around myself and pulled my knees up. With my back close against the wall, it was as safe as I could get. I was afraid it would be a long night.

 

[prometheus 2]

I heard the patter of rain outside my cave and I knew it was near sunup. Anxious to get to my writing I decided not to bathe in the pond this morning but rather visit the beach briefly and then head on up the mountainside to look out over the ocean and write. I purposly did not start a fire though I longed for a good cup of coffee. Until I had spent at least a month here and was sure of not being discovered, I would avoid having a fire during the day and attracting attention.

The island was abundant with fresh fruits of all types, bananas, coconuts, papaya and passion fruit. Other nut trees and berry bushes were plentifull and there were turtle eggs in the hot sand. Fish were easy to spear in the clear coral lagoon. Clams oysters and other shellfish, even shrimp and lobster lay in abundance on the shallow ocean floor. It was indeed a Paradise and it was all mine.

I made my way along the path to the ocean finding my footprints had been washed away by the rain. I planned on only going to the edge this morning so as to not make tracks. Before dark I would venture out here again and do my fishing for the day.

However when I reached the beach, I was surprised to see debris from a shipwreck strewn across the sand. Boxes of all sizes and shapes had washed up. Throwing caution to the wind I rushed out on the beach anxious to find what treasures were contained in them. Some of them had broken apart spilling clothes, cooking untensils, tools and other personel items. A half dozen chests remained intact and I picked up a rock and smashing the locks opened them, excited to discover their contents. One contained dozens of bottles of wine and other types of liquor. one contained books and magazines. Hmmmm I said as I leafed through the latest copy of playboy. "Maybe I should check out the centerfold. Oh my lord, a stunning blonde I'd better save this one." I tucked it beneath my shirt and continued opening sea chests. Another "Hmmmm, womens longerie, mirrors and combs, perfume. whats this? battery powered vibrators of all sizes and shapes hmmmmm. "Don't need these." I said as I closed the lid. I heard a seagull screech and looked out to sea panicing. Maybe someone would have survived the wreck and come ashore. What if they were on this island with me? I'd better get back into the jungle. I pulled the chests further up the beach so that the tide wouldn't wash them back out to sea and then returned to the edge of the jungle. I cut of a bush with my machettee and returned to the shore wiping out my tracks as i retraced my path to the jungle. Later tonight when it was dark I would return to take what I needed from the chests. For now I'd better stay away from the beach. I walked the length of the beach under the cover of the jungles edge and breathed a sigh of relief. No tracks, nobody had come ashore I was safe for the moment. Maybe a bottle of wine would settle my nerves I thought and I got one from its chest and put it under my shirt along with the magazine.

The sun was high in the sky by now so I headed up the path to the mountain. When I arrived at the little grassy plateau where I could look back on the beach I sat dwn on a fallen log and opened the wine. A nice Chardonay I said as I took a sip, perfect to go with some fresh fruit and... the latest issue of playboy. I took out the magazine and went immediatly to the centerfold. A delightfull blonde unfolded in front of me, smiling seductively., Her big blue eyes giving me that come and get it look. I felt that familar urge start to build, an urge I could do without alone on a deserted island. I hjad known ahead of time this was bound to happen but I felt I could *handle* it. I chuckled at my unintended pun, and took a deep drag on the bottle, reminding myself that I needed to look for glasses next time I visited the beach. Just because I was alone here didn't mean that I had to become completely uncivilized. My attention returned to the centerfold,... the blonde... I loved blondes some said they were dumb but I always felt the hair didn't make them dumb just the guys who thought they were. It was what was inside that mattered.. ....inside and....and down below as my gaze fell to her magnifcant breasts and the whipsy golden hair on her mound. the pink lips of her pussy moist and swollen peeking at me. My cock was standing at attention by now but I tried to ignore it, after all it was the middle of the day... A monkey chattered in the jungle behind me as if to taunt me.

"Maybe if I read a story or two, there are stories in this magazine arn't there or a joke? I know its full of jokes."

The bottle was half empty by now and the hot sun was beating down. I looked once more down at the beach and then laying down on the soft grass fell asleep dreaming about blue eyed blondes as far as I could see, walking out of the water up the beach smiling seductively, each one of them wanting to fuck my brains out.

 

[Shylady]

Haley Richardson

The rain woke me. My body ached from sleeping on the ground and I pushed back against the rock wall, trying not to get wet. It wasn't long before it stopped and the sun was coming up. I lay still as the jungle began to wake up. I hoped whatever was making those noises was friendly.

I was starving and decided to go see what I could find to eat. By the time I reached the beach, I was full from all the fruit I had eaten. I was shocked when I saw all the boxes and chests. Was I so out of it yesterday that I didn't see all this? I wondered.

I found a couple of boxes near the edge of the water. I pulled them up to safety one at a time. They weren't all that heavy really just large. Using a rock and whatever else I could find, I pried the first one open. I felt like a kid at christmas when I saw lotions of all kinds,soap, packages of razors and even (Thank you God!) toothbrushes and tooth paste. It looked like enough to last years. Please let me be rescued before then I thought.

The other box contained clothes. I pulled out shorts and t-shirts and jeans, even a dress or two. I was so excited finding something to wear besides the stained and torn gown, you would have thought I had won the lottery. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, then laughed at myself for it. I stripped off the offending gown and tossed it aside. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. The shorts were snug, but the shirt was almost too big.

I wanted these boxes back at my 'home', I wondered how hard it would be to get them back there. It took hours it seemed before I managed to pull and push and manhandle them back to the little cove I had decided to call my home. I was filthy and tired and aching by the time it was over.

"Damn this is playing hell with my manicure." I thought. I realized what a stupid thing that was to think as the reality of being shipwrecked washed over me again. I sank down in the sand and wanted to give into despair.

Only the thought of how my brothers would ridicule me and call me a sissy, forced me to get up and keep looking for ways to help myself survive here. I decided to go back to the beach and see what else I could find. To distract myself, I started making a mental list of what I wanted to find. "Matches,a brush, ice cold diet pepsi, potato chips.... ohhh man chocolate.....

 

[prometheus 2]

Richard Forbes III

I woke up with an aching hardon from my dream. "One of the perils of living alone I sighed I'm just going to have to get used to it." The sun was almost redy to set I had slept the afternoon away I was hot and sweaty and needed a shower. I made a few entries in my journal and reminded myself it was time to decide on a new name. If anyone did happen by I would use it to throw them off the trail. I'd be just some hermit prefering to live alone. Which was exactly what I intended to become. My real name gave me the shivers anyway named after my father who was named after his father. What a joke I wasn't like either one of them they called me dickie of course. to aviod confusion as all three of us live in the same house when i was growing up. Then in high school the name took on new implications as I was rather nicely endowed Havig somerather amazing family jewels. so in the locker room I was named Big Dickie. At first it was I was amused and a little honored, but after a while boring. It got me the girls I could say that for it and I loved them made them smile and want more and moved on to the next conquest when I got bored. I considered myself good looking which didn't hurt either to get things started. Dark wavy hair and tall, 6' even, deep brown eyes and a ready smile. I prided myself in keeping in shape firm abs and muscled tan arms and legs. I still had it even now as I felt it important if I were to survive.

I stll hadn't decided on a name and as it was getting late I decided to get my bath and turn in for the night. I headed for the warm waterfall moving cautiously through the jungle picking some fresh fruit along the way. There were coconuts and smokked fish in my cave which I would enjoy later along with a cup of coffee after dark when it was safe to start a fire.

A quick dip in the pool and I was off down the trail toward my cave. Inside I covered the entrance and settled in for the night., having my meal and my coffee. By the light of the fire I removed the centerfold, that goergeous blonde and fastened it to the wall above my cot. I crawled in naked and concentrating on the picture began to stroke my cock to hardness. I wan't going to just dream tonite I was going to imagine fucking this fine blonde hearing her say in my mind "Ooooh Dickie what a big fat cock you have fuck me pleeeeeease fuck me." It wasn't long before I came., and fell asleep satiated.

 

[Shylady]

Haley Richardson

Still fantasying about chocolate and junk food, I made my way back to the beach. I walked along the edge of the water but didn't find anything more than some broken pieces of the ship that went down.

Didn't anyone else survive?Will anyone even look for me or just assume I was lost too? These were the thoughts on my mind as I walked. It was getting late, the sun was getting lower and lower, so I started back to my little cove.

I saw another box, as I got closer I realized it was more of a suitcase. When I got it open, I realized it was a ladies suitcase. I saw at least 3 brushes and some combs. All sorts of headbands and elastic to hold ponytails. It was almost better than chocolate at this point.

It was getting late when I made it back to my clearing. I had gathered up some fruit on the way back. I hadn't eaten any since this morning. Some of the fruit I didn't recognize, but it tasted good, and although I was craving a cheeseburger and fries, it filled me up.

I rummaged through my new found goodies and choose some soap and lotion in a citrus aroma and found a large sweatshirt that would work for a towel and another to line the place I slept in. Then I went to bathe. I didn't want to ruin the pool with the soap so I moved to the opposite end from the waterfall and discovered that it dropped off about two feet into a smaller pool. Perfect! I decided and hurried to bathe.

I found the smaller pool came no higher than my waist and on the side were some rocks that made a natural soap holder. I washed my hair first, managing not to get soap in my eyes and blinding my self. Then I lathered up my hands and then ran them slowly over my shoulders. They weren't as tender from sunburn today. My skin was turning a golden color. I washed my breasts.,they were a nice size and shape and had large, sensitive nipples. I squeezed and massaged my breasts, and pulled gently on my nipples. I began to feel a familiar tightness in my lower belly.

Moving my hands lower I washed the blonde curls between my thighs. Then slipped my finger in deeper. I shivered as I rubbed my clit. A soft moan slipped out as I pushed two fingers inside my pussy. I slowly pumped them in and out. My breath caught in my throat as I flicked my thumb against my clit over and over as I slowly finger fucked myself. My head fell back as the tension built and built. I pinched my nipple with my free hand, pulling it and twisting it. Then suddenly wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I sank to my knees in the warm water to catch my breath.

With a satisfied smile I ducked beneath the water and rinsed off. I quickly dried off and went back to my little 'bedroom' I smoothed lotion all over my body. I loved the feeling after being exposed to the elements for so long. Then I worked all the tangles from my hair, and tied it back in one long braid down my back. It almost reached the ground.

By the time I was finished my hair was almost dry, I had found a mirror in with the brushes and took a look. The sun had made lighter streaks in the already blonde strands. The ends curled slightly around my fingers as I played with it. I saw that my eyes looked even bluer against my new tan. My eyebrows seemed almost white now, but luckily my eyelashes were long and naturally dark.

Then I slipped into some sweat pants and a t-shirt I had found and curled up to sleep. Damn I could almost smell coffee I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

 

[prometheus 2]

Richard forbes chooses a new name

It was before dawn when I awoke a smile on my bearded face, refreshed from my orgasmic experience the night before,albeit a little crusty from the results of my self pleasuring. I made my way through the foggy mist after the usual morning rain and emersed myself in the warm waters of the pool. I listened to the birds begin their morning chorus and watched the jungle come alive. I breathed in the fragrance of the various colored blossom in the trees and flowering plants around me.

"Ah was this a new one I thought as I took a deep breath. A citrus one, something I didn't know existed on this island I'd sturdied all the information about the plants and animals beforehand, how could I have missed this one I drew in a deeper breath a trying to get a stronger scent . What! I must be imagining it but.....was there also a scent of a woman in the air how unsuual some plant perhap that smells like a
woman. A woman who had or is having an orgasm. If I could bottle that I'd soon be a millionaire, hell I'd been there done that big deal."

I finished washing still intrigued by the smell but anxious to get my day started. I jumped out of the pool and headed down the path to the beach. remembering the next part of my plan. Deciding on a new name.

I created a scenario in my mind of a, what if situation. What if someone were to arrive on the island and discover me. They of course would want to know my name and how I came about to be here If I gave them my real name the jig would be up. I needed a new name but not just any name. If someone checked and found that person didnt exist or if that person existed and was not me, I'd be in just as much trouble. So another name wasn't the answer either.

I had reached the edge of the jungle and looking out over the wide expanse of the Pacific ocean I thought about other castaways how they would have been washed up on the beach half dead, delerious unable to even remember their names.

" AHA! I cried you're a genius Richard, Amnesia!, Thats it! You can't remember your past it's all been blocked out by the trama of your experience. (whatever it was? you can't remember right? Perfect, but still it would be nice to have name. I got it! if I do meet anyone on the island they can give me a name like it that book someone named after the day of the week, Friday, I believe. what a way cool idea, far out, awesome. I can see it now, someone comes up to me.

"Whats your name mister?"

"I don't remember."

" Ok what day is it?'

"Oh I know that, it's Friday.'

"Good, then your name will be Friday."

"That works for me.' [/I]

I almost fall over I'm laughing so hard. I start to wish someone were on the island so I could try out my new name.

 

[Shylady]

Haley Richardson

The rain woke me again., but this morning I was warmer in my 'new' clothes. When the rain stopped I didn't get right up, I lay still wishing I could make myself believe it was a saturday morning and I was sleeping late.

It was no use, I never heard jungle noises at home. I sighed and sat up. I couldn't see much because of the mist. But I could hear birds and monkey all calling out greetings to each other. I could hear, but not see, monkeys and who knew what else, coming to the edge of the pool.

I thought I heard something splash around. I hope what ever is big enough to make that sound is friendly I thought to myself.

I nibbled on some fruit that I had left from last night and wondered what to do next. What if no one rescued me, I didn't think I could survive alone for a long time with no human contact. At least Tom Hanks had that dumb volleyball to talk to.

Before I could sink too far into self pity, I forced myself to find something to do. I stripped off my clothes and stood naked under the waterfall. The water washed away the last of my sleepiness and after rebraiding my hair I slipped on some shorts and a t-shirt. After doing a little 'housework' setting my camp to rights, I set out to explore some more of my island.

 

[prometheus 2]

Friday

I looked over the beach to see if the coast was clear and still chuckling about my fantstic idea, said my new name out loud several times to get the feel for it and imprint it in my memory. Friday,.... Friday... coool.... Friday again. As I Stepped out on the beach and near the spot where the wreckage was I saw a white night gown laying in the sand. Funny, I didn't see it yesterday. maybe in my excitement to look for treasure I missed it. I bend down and pick it up it was creased and dirty like it had been worn. I raised it to my face my nose catching the scent of a woman. A familiar scent but how.... I shook my head, the heat must be getting to me it was a hot day alright and I wasn't used to it. I threw it over my shoulder and headed for the shade of the jungle.

I sat down on a rock to think. What did this discarded nightgown mean Had someone, a woman been washed up on the shore from the shipwreck and left it there if so she was somewhere near by maybe watching me I looked around furtively, the jungle held no clue. If she were here she came before last night there were no tracks. I looked at the nightgown again running my fingers through the translcuent fabric, trying to imagine the woman who would have been wearing it. My fingers caught a hair, blonde long fine and then another. Oh shit! now I was getting excited, just thinking about a naked blonde somewhere near by. I told my self to snap out of it. It was the heat. I looked down at my erection growing in my cut-off jeans and shivered. The idea of a woman stranded on my island made me so horney but what were the odds next to none . I shrugged my shoulder the nightgown probably just floated in on the tide merely a coincidence, I thought but my erection wouldn't agree with me still hard in my shorts. A cool swim is what I needed. Stripping out of my shorts I ran for the ocean my swinging cock pointing the way.

In the water I relaxed finally and decided to gather a few oysters for dinner. They were easy to find on the coral reef that lay in deeper water. After I had gathered a dozen I returned to the junge wrapping them in the discarded nighty. I looked for my shorts and discovered that a mischevious monkey had taken them and ran up a tree. I shook my fist at him and he chattered back unwilling to give up his treasure. Naked I headed back to the cave I wasn't going to climb that tree after him and sooner or later he would throw them down for me to pick up later, maybe tommorw I had more shorts at home no big deal.

Back in the cave I opened a couple of oysters and ate them raw. the rest I put in a pot to make stew later.

My playboy pin up girl smiled at me from the wall above my bed. I wondered if the girl who wore the nightgown looked like her. Damn-it I thought the longer I was here on the island the hornier I got. I hadn't realized how much I would miss it when I couldn't have it. Before I always had the option to return to society for a little sex, but now that I was commited to staying away it was really hard.... yes it was. I grimaced as I pulled on a clean pair of shorts trying to tuck a hardening cock inside as I buttoned them.

 

[Shylady]

Haley Richardson

I thought I might explore more of the jungle today, so I didn't head straight to the beach. Working my way through the jungle. I was still watching for spiders. Just because I hadn't seen any, didn't mean they weren't hiding until I let my guard down.

I saw something dangling from a bush ahead of me, at a closer look I saw it was a pair of cutoffs. I picked them up, noticing how worn and creased they were. Looking around I wondered where they came from. Is someone here after all? My heart leaped at the thought of human contact, but I was fearful too, what if it was headhunters, or a crazed maniac. Sometimes,Haley, your imagination is just too much.

I folded the shorts and took them with me as I kept exploring. I hadn't walked much farther when I could hear the surf again. I must be getting near the edge of the jungle. As I neared the beach I noticed some boxes. They looked as if someone had dragged them there for some reason. I glanced around furtively, wondering if I was really alone.I opened the boxes, finding books and wines and things like that. Then I opened the last box. I saw all kinds of vibrators and toys and lingerie.

"Oh My God!" I said out loud, then jumped at the sound of my own voice. It sounded rusty from not being used. Laughing at my self, I sat back on my heels and just gazed at the contents of the box. Dare I 'borrow' something?

I decided not to try to take the box, but thought maybe whoever left it here wouldn't notice if I took one toy and maybe a couple of bras and panties. Choosing the items I wanted , I turned and hurried back to camp, not noticing I had left the neatly folded cutoffs laying beside the boxes.

 

[prometheus 2]

Friday

It was too early to go to sleep and yet too late to head up to the montain plateau so I decided to head back to the beach and look around some more. My curiosity was getting the best of me after finding the nightgown, I had picked it up several times and caught the scent that lingered on it, the sweet musky smell of a woman, somewhere in my mind something clicked as I recalled the citrus scent near the pool along with this same scent.
" No it wasn't possible, I thought, someone with me on this island, a woman. yet....., don't even think about it, you'll drive yourself crazy.

I threw the nightgown down by my bed and headed out of the cave, very nearly stepping into my own trap near the entrance. Oh shit! I exclaimed as I sidestepped and continued down the path to the beach. Now as I looked around in the jungle foilage I began to imagine things, thinking I saw the flash of somebody walking down the path to the clearing and the pool.

"Just one of those damn monkeys." I muttered.

On the beach I looked around. Something seemed different. I was really getting spooked. I looked for my shorts underneath the tree where I had seen the monkey carry them. Not seeing them, I returned to the boxes and crates that were on the shore looking for something to get my mind off the possiblilty of someone on the island with me.
"What ...the hel....!!! on the top of one of the crates were my shorts neatly folded. monkeys didn't fold clothes! very few human men folded clothes... only..... a woman!!! I looked around for tracks. The wind was blowing in from the ocean I couldn't tell for sure. I thought I saw footprints.... maybe my own, barely visable. They seemed too small. My mind was full of unanswerable questions....I picked my shorts up and looked futively around. My island paradise had become something different than I had planned. The very idea of sharing it with someone else was out of the question even if it was a woman and a blonde at that. I needed to scour every inch of the ilsand and find out for sure the answer to this dilemma, Remembering the woman scent from the pool I decided to begin there. If anyone was near the pool I would find out....and the sooner the better!

 

[Shylady]

Haley Richardson

The sun was beginning to go down, and I didn't want to be caught in the jungle after dark. So I went back to my campsite. Sitting by my stuff, I looked over what I had found today. The toy was in it's package still and I had found a package of batteries in the box with them. Damn it! This one wasn't waterproof Sulking just a little, I decided to go back tomorrow to see if there was a waterproof one.

I kept thinking about those shorts. Where had they come from? What if someone really was on the island with me? Why hadn't I seen them or heard them? I looked into the jungle like I might see someone.

Laughing at myself I gathered things for a bath and went down the water. I was just slipping into the water when I heard a twig snap. I jerked around, my hand automatically covering my breasts. I didn't see anyone. Idiot monkeys I dove under the water and swam around a bit.

I made my way back to the edge and began soaping my self, letting my hands and mind wander. I was just beginning to feel a tingle, when I suddenly felt exposed. As if someone was watching. Slowly I turned searching the trees. I still couldn't see anything.

I couldn't shake the creepy feeling. I forgot about playing and washed quickly and headed back to my things. I quickly braided my hair and backed into my little niche. I was feeling so exposed that I didn't even think to look for spiders first.

 

[prometheus 2]

Friday

As I neared the pool I heard some splashing."Aha I muttered under my breath. now I'll solve this mystery." I crept up trying to be quiet my foot brushed against a twig and it snapped. It sounded like a gun going off. I looked up when a motion caught my eye. In the water not ten feet from me was a woman. it was almost dark and I couldn't see much I thought she was blonde but I noticed her breasts most of all even though she had her hands covering them. They were fantastic even biger and better than the ones in the magazine. She was looking around furtively, had she seen me? I stood in the bushes not moving a muscle hoping she would drop her hands and let me see more. Damn I said under my breath as she dove under the water my vision of her vanished. She reappeared near the edge a little farther away I peered into the darkeness hoping to get another glimpse of her. She was washing but seemed in a hurry. Here was my mystery girl right under my nose but what could I do? It would be foolish to expose myself and have her run into the jungle, she might never come back. No I'd better just go back to my cave and my magazine for now, tomorrow would be another day.

That night I had dreams of my mystery woman and in the morning realized they were wet dreams as my stomach was covered with dried cum. Grabbing a towel I headed for the pool to bathe.

As I washed I thought of my mystery woman who had been in this pool just last night. I looked in the bushes hoping maybe she would discover me and ... I wasn't sure just what she would do but I wanted somehow to meet her. The vision of her in the pool with me though vague aroused me and as I washed my cock it became hard again. I looked around, did I hear a noise...? Damn monkeys or maybe birds fluttering in the trees. still I hoped it would be my mystery girl.