The Storm

[theficticiousme]

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Ray woke with a splitting headache. All he could focus was the searing pain eminating from his skull. Then he opened his eyes.

Where was he?

He was face down in sand, the ocean lapping at his feet. He could hear seagulls chirping above, feeling the sun on his wet skin.

Where was he?

He turned his head to look up. All he could see was the beach and a line of trees obstructing him seeing any further.

Then it came crashing back.

A few weeks earlier, Ray had set out on his yacht, The Emily Rose, named after his late wife, on a round the world trip. So far, he made it down the east coast of North America and had just rounded Florida, when he ran into a huge storm. For two days, he battled through it. But on the third night, his mast snapped, rendering the yacht useless, a floating coffin. He put out his mayday call, then bailed into the resuce dinghy. He didn't know how long he had floated about, but the previous night he had got caught in the tail end of the storm. He had seen the land he was now lying on from the sinking dinghy, so he bailed and swam for his life. He had crawled onto the beach, collapsed and fainted.

Pulling himself to his feet, he looked around. The sounds were the birds in the air and the ocean behind him.

Where was he?

 

[brittneyhaller]

The storm had been a bad one, blowing hard and pouring rain down for three days, and Ana had spent most of it cowering in the cave. Thunder had always terrified her. Since the time lightning had struck the tallest tree and split it down the middle, she had hidden in the cave whenever there was a storm. This time, it was a good idea. The hut she had built of grass and sticks had blown away, trees were down all across the island, and even the sand dunes on the beach had rearranged themselves.

After so long underground, the sun was a blessing, and she stood at the mouth of the cave, looking down on her world as it slowly baked the chill off of her. Ten years ago, she had been deep sea fishing with her father when the storm had come. She had been a girl then, and at first she had hoped that she would be rescued, but after a year, she had started to believe that the storm had blown the whole world away, except for her and the island.

Surviving was easy enough here. There were plenty of fish, once she had learned the trick to catching them, and the trees were full of fruit. There was a spring that provided water and a cave to shelter from the storms. It got cool some nights, and she had learned the trick of weaving blankets out of grass. She made flutes from reeds and learned the songs of all the birds, and made necklaces of flowers, and spent a lot of time contemplating the clouds and the stars. Planes flew overhead now and again, but they were specks, and meant nothing to her anymore.

She was eighteen today, and she had been alone most of her life. When she was warm, she walked down the path towards the beach. The storm might have left her something useful or pretty. She was 5'9" and her skin was a deep bronze from the sun. Her hair was blonde and hung almost to her waist, and she combed it with a brush that had washed up after a storm long ago, and tied it back with a bit of string she had braided from strands that had combed out. Her body was slender and toned, and the only thing she wore was a bracelet of colorful shells that she had made. She carried one of her flutes and a sharp stick she used to catch fish and test anything that washed up.

She saw him when she reached the edge of the trees. For a while, she wasn't sure. Once, a few years ago, a dead man had washed up, and she had been so lonely that she had spent most of the morning trying to wake him, despite the cold flesh and the blue lips. She kept his bones in the cave, on a mat woven from grass, and when she was lonely she talked to him.

This man wasn't dead. He was standing up. She stared at him, wondering if she was imagining it. That had happened before, too, but when she imagined them, it was always her father. This man was not her father, he was younger and much more handsome. He looked around, as if he was unsure where he was. She was afraid, but more than afraid, she was lonely. She watched, and then started to walk towards him, slowly.

 

[theficticiousme]

Suddenly, from the line of trees further down the beach, someone appeared. Ray breathed a huge sigh of relief. He was not alone, and probably just washed up on some remote part of Florida. He began to think how he would get home. Then he realised something about her was different. It wasn't until she got closer that he noticed it.

She was naked. 'How odd', Ray thought to himself. Maybe he wasn't in Florida, but on one of the Caribbean islands.

"Hello?", he called out, hoping she wasn't of those cannibals he read about in National Geographic.

 

[brittneyhaller]

"Hello?" he called out.

She froze. It was the first time she had heard another human voice in so long that she almost panicked. She stared at him wide-eyed for a moment, and then she remembered. It felt strange, even though she talked to her bones and to the island often enough, she had almost forgotten how to talk to people.

"Hello," she said, her voice sounded so small compared to his. She saw the way he looked at her and suddenly, she remembered that people wore clothes. She felt a shiver deep in her, but she wasn't cold at all. She wondered if it was something that he was doing that made her feel it. She walked slowly towards him, her natural curiosity and loneliness overwhelming the uncertainty that she felt about finding a man on her island after so long alone.

"Are ... you ... hurt?" she spoke slowly, because she wanted to make sure she got it right. She didn't want him to leave, and he seemed nervous.

 

[theficticiousme]

She was now very close, and the first thing Ray noticed was how beautiful and gorgeous she was. From her long, flowing, blonde hair, her angelic face, to her beautifully sculpted body. It had been almost 3 years since Ray had seen a woman naked, and it was getting to him. His tattered clothes would be very much useless at hiding his arousal. She looked so young, barely eighteen, but also wonderfully developed. Her breasts were perfectly round, and looked firm, but soft.

Hearing her question, he answered,

"I'm ok, I'm a little bruised. How I'm alive is a miracle", he said more to himself than her. Then he asked the inevitable question,

"Where am I?"

He'd leave questions like why she was naked to later.

 

[brittneyhaller]

The way he was looking at her made her nervous, but it was strange. Her heart was beating fast and she was breathing a little harder than she should be, but she didn't know why. It wasn't like being afraid. It was more the opposite. Instead of running away from him, she wanted to run towards him. Except she was already there.

She frowned at his question, looking around her. She shrugged and gave the only answer that she could. "You're on the beach."

She could tell that it wasn't the answer he wanted from his expression, but she didn't know what else to tell him. She took his hand, instead, and giggled. It was warm, and there were callouses on it. She forgot what she was going to do for a moment and just smiled at him for a few seconds. Then she shook her head and began leading him towards the trees. She remembered when she came here, how awful it had been, until she learned how to live. He would need food and shade and water and rest, and that was easy enough for her. She grinned at the idea of having someone to take care of.

 

[theficticiousme]

Ray was a little surprised when she took his hand and led him towards the trees. Ordinarily, he would have been nervous. But he was too tired and battered to care. She had to have food a source of clean water, so for that reason alone, he went with her. As they walked through the trees, he walked behind her, admiring her youthfully toned ass. The man in him was raging for a pop at this exotic beauty. But he had to control himself. She was the only person he knew right now and could not afford to scare her off.

 

[theficticiousme]

Ray was a little surprised when she took his hand and led him towards the trees. Ordinarily, he would have been nervous. But he was too tired and battered to care. She had to have food a source of clean water, so for that reason alone, he went with her. As they walked through the trees, he walked behind her, admiring her youthfully toned ass. The man in him was raging for a pop at this exotic beauty. But he had to control himself. She was the only person he knew right now and could not afford to scare her off.

She led him to a clearing not far from the beach. He looked around and saw that she was well set up here. He wondered how long she had been here.

 

[brittneyhaller]

She led him to her hammock and smiled at him.
"Lie down," she said, and darted away, running up to the spring. She filled a coconut shells with water and brought it to him. She put it in his hand and said, "Drink."
She found a ripe mango, and slowly began to peel it for him, smiling the whole time. The sweet sticky juice ran all over her fingers and down her wrists, but she didn't mind it at all, as she held the golden fruit out to him. "Eat."

 

[theficticiousme]

As soon as the water hit his lips, he suddenly felt much more awake. Taking a bite of the ripe mango start to quell the rumbling in his stomach. He finished both off very quickly

"Thank you. So much."

He lay back to rest for a moment. Then the questions came.

"So where is this? Cuba? Jamaica? Do you live here by yourself? How long have you been here? Why are you naked?"

 

[brittneyhaller]

She didn't have answers to his questions, and she didn't like thinking about it. She had stopped thinking of the world beyond the island as anything other than a dream she had once had as a child, and he was reminding her of it. She remembered how sad she had been, how frightened and angry, when she first came, and suddenly she realized that he might go through that too. At least he would have her to help him, she thought. She sighed softly at his questions, and knelt beside the hammock, letting her hand touch his cheek. She smiled at how rough it was.
"It isn't Cuba or Jamaica. It's just ... here." She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm naked because I don't have any clothes. Nobody ever comes here, anyway. There's nowhere to go. But you're here, and I'm here, so we're not alone. I can wear something if you want."
She shivered at the thought, because since her own clothes had worn down to rags years ago, the only things she had to wear belonged to the dead man who washed up. She had folded his pants and shirt up and hidden them where they'd stay dry, but she had never imagined wearing them. She didn't want to think about it, so she leaned closer, to look at him.
"I'm Ana," she said, her fingers stroking his shoulder, feeling the muscle and the strength, excited just to be touching another human being after so long.

 

[theficticiousme]

His optimism dropped. If she didn't know where this was, there was no hope of being rescued. 'At least I'm not alone', he thought.

"I'm Ray, and I don't mind that you're naked".

He didn't want her to think he was creeping on her, but he certainly did not want her to cover up her youthful, goddess body. He was enjoying her stroking of his arm and shoulder. It was a familiar feeling, but he had felt for a long time.

"Ok, is there somewhere I can go wash up? I seriously need a shower".

 

[brittneyhaller]

She stared at him for a moment, eyes wide, and then she began to laugh. He said he needed a shower, though she couldn't begin to see why. She stood up quickly and pulled him out of the hammock, onto his feet. She held his hand, even when he was up, liking the feeling of him, wanting to touch him so she would know that he was real.

"I'll show you where to get clean," she said, leading him through the trees. The spring rose up on the hillside, and where it spilled down was a waterfall. The pool at the bottom was deep enough to dive into, and there was a sandy strip on the other side where she would lay in the sun til she dried. She didn't explain any of it to him, she just led him to the ledge and then let go of his hand. She dove, forty feet down into the pool with the absolute certainty of safety that came of having done it thousands of times before.

When she broke through the surface of the water, she waved and then floated on her back, kicking lazily towards the waterfall.

 

[theficticiousme]

Ray watched in awe as she jumped from the ledge into the pool below. Was he supposed to do that?

'Oh well, I'm gonna die here', he thought, as stepped up to the ledge. He had done some diving in school, but nothing near this high. He took a quick look at the pool, then dove.

Seconds later, he hit the water. It was so cool and refreshing. He bottomed out and swam to the surface. He looked around and saw Ana on the small beach. He joined her.

 

[brittneyhaller]

She kicked towards the beach when she saw him dive. She wasn't quite sure why, because she wanted to touch him. When his head broke the surface of the water, he looked around, and immediately started kicking towards her. She grinned, and decided she liked him following her. She stood up just as he sat down, brushing the sand off her ass and giggling.

"Your clothes are all wet," she smiled. Then she gave him a playful shove and ran a few steps along the sand. She looked back at him, grinning.

 

[theficticiousme]

She was right. His clothes were wet, dirty and pretty useless because they were torn to shreds. He took off everything, but made makeshift underwear to cover himself up. He still had his Western World morality in him, though this naked, young beauty was testing him with every passing second.

Then he realised.If she's been here for a long time, she was definitely a virgin. That thought made him instantly hard. In fact, she probably doesn't have a clue of the effect she was having on him.

A smile grew on his face. He could educate her into the world's greatest lover. He could tell her anything and she wouldn't know the difference.

 

[brittneyhaller]

She watched him take off his clothes, and felt a strange kind of heat building inside her. It made her nervous and lazy at the same time, like she wanted to run away and lie down at the same time, but then he tied some of the rags around himself. She realized that she was naked, and blushed. Part of her wanted to see what he was hiding, and another part wanted to hide herself. She remembered how it was, and how people always covered themselves, even at the beach.

She looked at the pile of clothes he had discarded and grabbed what was left of his t shirt. She pulled it over her head and wrestled her arms through the sleeves, feeling it fall around her hips, and frowned. It felt strange. She sighed and looked up at him.

"Is that right?" she said.

 

[theficticiousme]

Ray looked at her and said,

"No, you can stay naked if you want. You're used to it, and I'm new here. You're a very beautiful girl. You have grown up very well."

She smiled, his cock almost at a constant state of hardness.

 

[brittneyhaller]

She sighed with relief and peeled the shirt off as if it was torturing her. She preferred to feel the sun and wind on her skin. She was used to it, and she had enough to adapt to, with having him on the island. She didn't know what to make of his calling her beautiful. It made her feel nervous all over again.

She waded into the pool, til her knees were in the water and smiled, beckoning to him. She picked up a handful of sand from the bottom of the pool and rubbed it on his chest. The little underwear he had made for himself seemed to be fitting strangely, and after a moment her eyes widened and she looked up.

"Are you hurt?" she asked him, worried, and pointing at the strange bulge.

 

[theficticiousme]

Ray wondered what she could be referring to, he didn't feel hurt. Then he realized that she was referring to his hard-on. He smiled,

"No, I'm not. This is what happens when a guy sees a beautiful girl, especially when she is naked".

'This was going to be fun', he thought.

 

[brittneyhaller]

She bit her lip, thinking hard. She had tried so hard not to think about the world since she had been here that it was hard to try to remember. She remembered being told she was pretty, but she had never seen anything like that. She had never even heard of anything like that, and she was suddenly very curious. There was a lot about this man that was mysterious to her, but there was something about this that she couldn't wait to learn about. She looked up at him, suspiciously, and then reached down quick, hands lightning quick like she was grabbing a fish. Her fingers closed around something hard and thick and hot under the cloth, and she held tight, giggling at the look on his face.

"Really," she said. "What is it?"

 

[theficticiousme]

Ray gasped as she grabbed his hard cock through the cloth that was covering it. It throbbed as she grasped it, being the first woman to touch him in years.

"It's called my penis, but it gets bigger when a girl touches it, or I get.....sexually excited. You can get this way too", he said with a smile, gaining confidence around a girl for the first time since his wife died.

 

[brittneyhaller]

She looked up at him, smiling, and peeled the cloth away, exposing his penis, and still holding it tight, as if she thought it might slip away. She laughed at his explanation, shaking her head.

"I can't be like that. I don't even have a penis," she said. She frowned, trying to remember what she had learned before her father's ship sank and her life became as small as this little island. There was a word for it. She reached down and touched it.

"It's puffy ... and wet," she gasped, as the touch sent a shiver through her. She glared at him, hard. "Did you do that?"

 

[theficticiousme]

Ray had to laugh, shaking his head at her confusion.

"No, that is what I meant. That is you getting sexually excited. How does it feel when you touch it? Do you get this nice feeling all over?"

This was very weird to Ray, but also very fun. No man on earth would ever have an opportunity like this.

His cock had hardened even further in her hand. Back in the real world, Ray was quite well endowed. Of course, she knew no better.

 

[brittneyhaller]

She nodded her head, her eyes opening wide in shock. How had he known exactly what she was feeling, before she even understood it herself. She felt a strange heat that filed her body, but was centered low in her belly, in a part of her body that she had never been aware of before.

"Is that what it feels like for you?" she whispered, squeezing his penis in her hand. "Does it feel like you're filling up with hot?"