Tropical Trade Wins (Closed)

[MercedeSexy]

Setting: Having survived a catastrophic cruise ship accident, Lisa Milner washes ashore an island. Wearing nothing but a flimsy nightshirt and shorts, she crawls across the sand and wedges herself into a small space between the rocks to collapse in exhaustion under the protection of a moonless night. Little does she know that she is not alone.

The lapping water against the shore comforted me. I was so sure that it had all been a bad dream and I was tucked safely in my stateroom bunk. I could even feel the tiny ship swaying back and forth. A tiny pinch on my arm, followed by a stronger one, forced me to open my eyes.

“Ack!” I sprung to my feet without even thinking. Dozens of crabs were scuttling across the sand toward the crevasse I’d just vacated. My head reeled and my knees collapsed, dropping me to the sand like a sack of potatoes. I was suddenly aware of every muscle ache, along with the dull pounding of my head.

It wasn’t a dream. Bits and pieces of events replayed in my mind much like a bad highlight reel. Oh, God, Jessica. I got separated from my friend and roommate when the first lurch of the vessel tossed her over the rail like a ragdoll. Closing my eyes, I tried to erase her terrified face from my memory. I can’t think about that now.

I had more pressing issues to address. My mouth and throat felt as if they’d been scraped with a knife. Raw. Dry. I need water. I felt a pinch at my butt as if to prompt me to get moving. I was once again surrounded by crabs. I was obviously in their territory. Very slowly and carefully, I pushed myself up onto my feet.

Surveying the area, the expanse of land I was on seemed to be quite large. I scanned one direction, then the other, in search of signs of civilization. There was none. Another rather urgent pinch on my toe let me know that I was no longer welcome where I was standing so I stepped one foot before the other toward the nearest grove of palms.

Sticks and other debris scratched at the undersides of my sensitive feet. I wasn’t accustomed to being barefoot. Hell, who was I kidding, I wasn’t what you would call an ‘outdoorsy’ kind of girl. I didn’t know the first thing about surviving without a microwave and coffee maker. Coffee. God, I could use a cup of coffee. But as I tried to swallow the small amount of saliva in my mouth, a thousand knives stabbed at my throat. No, you idiot; you need water.

I quickly realized that the farther I strayed from the water’s edge, the less movement there was at my feet. Almost no wildlife at all. I was so focused on watching for creepy, crawly things that I nearly missed the raft.

It wasn’t a raft, really. It was nothing more than a hollow door that had been my makeshift raft, keeping me afloat and bringing me to this place through the dark night. What is it doing there? It was wedged between two palm trees that were not even close to the edge of the grove. It was quite obvious that the water hadn’t put it there.

My heart rate tripled. I started to call out but wisely stopped myself. I had no idea where this place was, what kind of people there might be inhabiting the islands. We were asleep when the trouble began and about the only thing I could tell about where we were was that the water temperature was drastically warmer than the spot where the ship went down. Not long after finding my floating device, I could feel the change in temperature around my legs as if I were floating over some invisible barrier. Then I remember being pulled away from the wreckage and calls of swimming survivors until I was surrounded by nothing. For hours; Nothing.

I blinked myself back to the present, my elevated heart rate a reminder of my present precarious situation. I scanned the now more dense and shaded underbrush beneath the towering trees. I began to notice other debris and a pathway. Very carefully, I stepped through the denser foliage in a parallel line to the pathway until it suddenly ended. I sighed in disappointment believing that I’d hit a dead end when I suddenly heard a moan.

Holding my breath, I crouched to the ground. Another moan. Another. That’s not moaning; that’s snoring. Moving toward the sound, my eyes made out the shape laying beneath a shelter.

It was a man.

I blinked hard to see what my mind didn’t want to comprehend.

A naked man.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

John Silverton

I could sense the sun coming up behind my closed eyelids as I had for the last few months. Who needed an alarm clock, anyway ... nature had been waking me for what seemed like forever, but was really just a few months. It was a combination of the light and the beginning of another hot day. As was my habit of late, before starting the day I reviewed in my situation in my mind. I kept wondering what I could have done differently to prevent being stranded on this godforsaken island. I'd made the crossing between islands in my Beechcraft Bonanza hundreds of times, always careful to avoid any of the severe thunderstorms that cropped up quickly. But this time I pushed it too much - the payoff was too enticing, so I pushed it. And the weather pushed me, or more accurately 'swatted' my so far off course that I had no idea where I was headed. Then the lightning strike killed all the avionics, so I couldn't even tell how far off course or in what direction I was being blown. The engine died, which wasn't life threatening as I'd practiced unpowered landings dozens of times. But it was pretty disheartening to land my life's savings in the water and watch it sink while all I could do was tread water.

There was an island only about a half mile away, so I was able to swim to my new "tropical prison" as I'd come to know it. Over the next couple of weeks I salvaged whatever I could from the plane which was in about 40 ft. of water. That meant some emergency rations and tools that made surviving a little easier. But I finally stopped going out there. Not only was it depressing to see the plane slowly deteriorate, but every time it came into view when I dove down I had another reminder of the seeming hopelessness of my situation.

The island wasn't huge, but it did provide for the basics to make sure I would survive. I found a freshwater spring within a few hundreds yards of the beach and there was plenty of fruit. In addition to the coconuts which were all over (the empty ones making nice 'canteens' for the freshwater) there was a variety of other fruits that I couldn't identify, but at least provided a little variety. I'd gotten pretty good at spearing fish and collecting shellfish for some protein. But it was all damn monotonous. There was no way to track the passage of time, although I finally started counting the full moons which gave me a rough idea of how many months I'd been on the island.

Yes, that's right, months of being alone. Hell, I'd even stopped trying to fix the clothes that had slowly deteriorated in the tropical heat. The winds on the island kept the temperature bearable, but it was still easier to just go naked. And who was going to see me.

My eyes flicked open as I resigned myself to another day of gathering enough food and water to survive. And as I did, my heart sank as I saw something that made me believe that I'd finally lost my mind. I saw what I convinced my mind was a mirage of a beautiful young woman scantily clad looking into the makeshift shelter I'd constructed. I groaned to myself as my cock twitched with the hope that I wasn't hallucinating. But in my mind I knew I had to be.

 

[MercedeSexy]

I forgot how to breathe. But worse than that, my gaze was fixed on his body as if I'd never before laid eyes on a naked man. There was something about the way he looked.

His body was tanned head to toe. A deep tan that could only be achieved from days in the sun. His long hair, bleached from exposure, curled over his shoulder. All his body hair was bleached, as well; down his long, slender legs, and big feet. He had to be well over six feet tall. Muscular. Athletic. Beautiful.

I gasped at my own train of thought. You're happily married, remember? I instinctively ran my thumb over my empty ring finger. I always took it off to sleep and now it was lost at the bottom of the ocean. Forever.

A sudden twitch, and then movement between his thighs drew my attention to his groin area. His cock was shifting, extending and growing larger and stiffer. Impossibly large. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. In those few moments, it was as if there was no body attached to it at all.

But then his low groan snapped me out of my reverie and I found myself staring straight at two brown eyes. Gasping, I stepped backward and nearly tripped on a vine.

I could feel the heat rushing up my body to my face. I knew he'd caught me staring. I tried to think of a reasonable explanation, some apology for my rudeness, but I could think of none. My mind was blank.

"I...um...do you...uh...speak English?"

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

When she spoke I figured if it was an hallucination, it was a damn good one. And not having had a woman for these many months, I figured, what the hell, I'll roll with it. She was definitely beautiful, but also a bit bedraggled. My mind was going a mile a minute - and I hadn't had much intellectual challenges in the last few months so that was a bit of a thrill in itself. I figured if I were really fantasizing this I'd be picturing some woman who was not quite so disheveled. So maybe my luck was changing. As quickly as these thoughts flashed through my head I was also having some wonderful carnal thoughts as I scanned up and down her body.

She wasn't wearing much and what she had on was wet and sandy. The sand I'd seen enough of, but the nightshirt made shear when wet gave way to a very alluring view. Her chest certainly looked good from here as it moved as if she was having trouble catching her breath. She had long brown hair and even with the 'windblown' look, it looked great. I did a quick estimation of about 30, certainly a nice, young, tight body from what I could see. She looked like she stepped out of bed, well, a sandy bed, but she still looked pretty damn good.

I took a moment to process what she said, it almost seemed out of place. But then maybe it was just hearing a human voice was what was out of place for me. I know I'd gone native over the last few months having listened only to the voices in my head for so long. I had to admit it was nice hearing something that wasn't angry, because I had to be honest with myself - I was angry with the world at this moment.

"Of course I speak English. What do you think I am, some damn aborigine?"

 

[MercedeSexy]

I was so relieved to hear words that I understood that I forgot to be offended by his gruff reply. I suppose there was no point in standing on ceremony so many miles from civilization. Although, seeing him laying there like that, it was hard to imagine that he was the type of man to follow decorum regardless of the situation.

That's it! It was that moment that I realized what it was about him that I found so fascinating. So ... unsettling. He was purely primal looking. Wild.

Another rush of heat attacked my face in a furious blush. I felt my nipples tighten and press against the flimsy fabric of my nightshirt. I quickly glanced downward and tugged my shirt away from the traitorous points.

I sucked in a breath and shook my head to clear my mind and get back to what was truly important. Survival.

"I was ... The ship I was on went down. Last night or this morning, I'm not sure. I floated here on that door over there. I swallowed some saltwater. Not much, but my throat is sore. I need ... something ... water, I guess. Do you...?"

I was having trouble asking him for this simple thing.

"Can you help me?"

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

I took my time enjoying the view. One thing I'd learned ... or maybe more accurately 'unlearned' ... was that the norms of civilization didn't mean a flip when you spent your day focusing on survival. I'd always been politely described as 'straightforward', but I know that isn't the half of it. One of the beauties of working for myself was that I didn't much care what others thought. And now I didn't care at all what others thought.

For now I was still pissed about my situation; I never believed you were owed anything and the only "fair" was the kind with Ferris wheels. If it was possible to lower my view of the world, the plane crash did that. But things were looking up and if I played this right, I might just have a little fun. I looked at her trying to hide the natural reaction her tits showed and amended that ... I might just have a lot of fun. Being alone as long as I had there was no such thing as being self-conscious. But I did notice her eyes working their way over my body. That was fine with me; it might even help the situation.

I reached to the hollowed out coconut shell next to the pallet I'd made to sleep on. I didn't like to keep too many full, but always had one or two in case I got thirsty through the night. While up on an elbow, I lifted the closest one and took a long drink from it while looking this young thing in the eye. When I was done I smacked my lips as I held it out in her direction.

"Glad to help. Here's some water. It's warm, but it's wet. Help yourself."

 

[MercedeSexy]

Extending a shaky hand, I gripped the half coconut shell and lifted it to my lips. I felt some mild relief from the stabbing pain in my throat but that was about it. There was hardly enough water to make it from my parched mouth to my waiting stomach.

I tipped the shell upside down over my open mouth to get the last drop before turning my attention back to him. His devious grin awoke every nerve ending in my body and alarmed my senses.

I quickly realized that for the first time in my life I was completely vulnerable.

"Thank you. Do you...Do you have more?"

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

The way she handled herself and her voice spoke volumes about her. She was probably some comfortable housewife whose idea of 'roughing it' was a hotel without room service. I'm sure she'd never even thought of where her next meal - or drink - was coming from and just took for granted that it would be there for her. Just open the refrigerator or go down to the store and you've got it. From the look of her body, she took care of herself, but going to a few spin classes or Pilates wasn't going to prepare her for what was in store on the island.

I wouldn't mind helping her, but I thought that there should be some payback if that's the case. All this went through my head lightning fast, more of an instinct than conscious thoughts. But I knew I was grinning thinking about it.

"There's plenty of water; as much as you can drink. But no, I don't have any more here. There's a spring about 200 yards in the jungle. It's all free; you're welcome to as much as you'd like." I casually gestured over my shoulder as I sat up.

 

[MercedeSexy]

I bit my lip and gazed beyond his shelter in the direction where he gestured. The vegetation thickened significantly just a few yards away making it impossible to see anything. The underbrush looked unforgiving and my feet were already torn from the short walk I'd taken. And I knew nothing of what I might stumble upon.

I nodded and managed a weak smile. "Um, okay..."

He'd made his intent clear. He wasn't going to be rude, but he wasn't going to just take me in and cater to my needs, either. I was going to have to work for it.

Part of me was up to the task. I hadn't always lived a pampered life. There was a time when I wasn't afraid to roll up my sleeves and work hard for the things I wanted. When things didn't come so easy. When I wasn't sure if my next paycheck would cover the bills and leave me with enough cash to eat. I smiled to myself. That was the happiest time in my life.

The thought was disturbing. Of course it couldn't have been the best time. I married a loving man who was an excellent provider. I wanted for nothing. What is wrong with you, Lisa. Get a grip.

Still, I wasn't the same person as I was back then. I am older now. Wiser. More mature. And definitely more scared of ... well, everything.

My eyes scanned the area. "I don't see a path or anything. Do you think you could show me the way?"

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

I looked in the direction she was. "Actually there's a very good path; one that I've used every day, many times a day." I paused. "But you do have to know what you're looking for. Oh, and when you're in the jungle you do have to look out for the normal dangers you would expect."

I could tell that she was conflicted. Hell, I was more than conflicted when I first got to the island. There wasn't someone on the beach telling me where to find water or food. And exploring where things were took a hell of a lot of time. Time when I wasn't sure if I'd make it or not. I guess the jury is still out on that. Some days I wondered if I even wanted to survive. I remember that movie about a castaway ... I couldn't relate to the depth of depression in the movie till I experienced it. What a pisser ... I not only had to figure out how to survive, but had to decide if I wanted to or not. But all of a sudden, I might have some motivation.

"Listen, I don't mind helping you out, but it's been hard enough to do what I've done so far. And I'm trying to figure out how having competition for the water and food is going to play out. Understand, I have nothing against you personally; you look like a nice enough person. And you sure as hell are a sight for sore eyes. So, hell, have at it. I'll even let you borrow some of my coconut shells to carry the water with. But if you're thinking I'm going to make it my full time job to take care of you, it'd have to be worth my while."

 

[MercedeSexy]

I swallowed hard, not exactly sure what he meant but having somewhat of an idea. I wasn't ready to have that discussion.

"I'm Lisa, by the way. Lisa Milner."

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

I stood up in front of her as she introduced herself. Maybe a little too close, but this was my island and my rules ... as she was about to find out. I ran my hand through my hair and stretched. Damn, and I was still waking up and that, with standing, and the fact the first woman I'd seen in months was definitely having an effect on me. Or maybe I should say on my cock. I smiled.

"Good to meet you, Lisa. I'm John Silverton. Welcome to my island."

 

[MercedeSexy]

'My Island'? Hmph. His cockiness made me want to vomit. On the other hand, since he was the only inhabitant I suppose he had the right.

I made the mistake of glancing down at his cock as he stood and stretched. I could hardly help myself, the thing practically hit me as it jutted and bobbed, betraying what could only be wicked thoughts.

I almost didn't want to ask, but the ache in my throat had returned and my stomach was beginning to rumble already. "What exactly did you mean when you said that I'd have to make it worth your while?"

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

"What I mean is that I've worked my ass off the last few months to find food and water; to build this shelter; and to build a number of small creature comforts that I've done. And it takes hard work every single day. I'm not sure I want to just give it all away."

"I'm certainly happy to give you a few pointers and show you where you can set up your own camp and housekeeping. No skin off my nose ... you're welcome to. But if you're going to take advantage of my set up, then you're going to have to do more than your fair share." I paused to gauge her reaction. There was a slight widening of the eyes ... I had her interest even if not her acquiescence at the moment.

"So this is the deal: You can go on your way with my blessings and help. But then you fend for yourself. Or you stay with me and you work for me. And I'm not talking any "gal Friday" type shit. You're gonna work your ass off ... oh, and that ass will be mine too."

 

[MercedeSexy]

I gasped at what he was suggesting. And the way he looked at me ...

It was as if he was a starving man staring at a rack of beef. Ravenous. No one had ever looked at me that way before. It was shocking. Rude. Totally inappropriate. The sensible voice in my head was screaming for me to stomp off and leave him standing there.

I crossed my arms and pursed my lips before announcing, "I'm married."

The burst of laughter that emanated from him was so sudden and loud, it startled me. Then it offended me. But after a few long minutes, I began to realize how silly it sounded. What did marriage mean in a place like this? What difference did it make now?

There was no good option for me. It dawned on me that this was just the way it was. We were on an island. There was nothing I could do about that. I was trapped. I could spend the rest of my days trying to acclimate and hope for the best. Alone. Or I could take his help and do my part.

I heaved a sigh and nodded.

"Okay. I'll...I'll...you know, work for you."

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

"Good. But let's be clear, it's not 'working for me', it's working to survive. But I need a commitment, not the lame, reluctant 'okay...'. If you stay, you'll do what I say ... everything that I say ... without hesitation."

I stepped closer and looked down, straight into her eyes. "There needs to be no misunderstanding ... let's say we need a contract. And I know just what kind of contract we need." I paused and quickly reached out to grab her nightdress. I took a bunch of it in each hand and slowly pulled my hands apart, ripping the nightdress in half until it was in two pieces in my hands. I tossed the two pieces on my pallet. "Those will do nicely as slings to haul the coconuts. Now, let's seal this contract ... this ORAL contract. If you're going to submit to me and my rules, you'll drop to your knees and suck my cock!"

 

[MercedeSexy]

My heart pounded a jungle rhythm in my chest. I could hardly hold a coherent thought in my brain as the air kissed my exposed breasts. My hands crept up to cover my nakedness as I considered what he was saying.

Glancing downward, his cock stood proudly upward. It was so much larger than I was accustomed to with my husband. I wasn't sure I could handle it. Any of it. A heap of self-doubt engulfed me. What if I fail?

I peeled my gaze from his beastly organ to look into his eyes. I expected to be staring straight into the soul of a monster but what I saw was something entirely different.

He wasn't a monster. He was just as uncertain about our future as I was. He was offering to take on that responsibility in exchange for a release he hadn't experienced in...? I forgot to ask how long he's been here. I guess there is plenty of time for catching up.

I dropped my hands to reveal my breasts to him. Then I pulled my hair behind my neck as I lowered myself to my knees. The voice in my head fell silent as my focus turned to the task before me.

Gripping his girth with one hand and his balls with the other, I pointed his bulbous head toward my mouth for my first taste of him. Stretching my tongue as far as I could, I swiped his slit. I was rewarded with a salty drop of precum that actually tasted good. I licked my lips and sucked in a deep breath before parting my lips to accept him inside.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

As she dropped to her knees, my prick surged. It was a lovely combination. This signaled she'd made her decision and truth be told, I preferred her staying. I'd enjoy the company, but only on my terms and as she flicked my prickhead with her tongue I knew it would be on my terms. I looked down and was rewarded with a wonderful sight that I wasn't sure I'd ever see again. But as my cock pulsed in her hands I realized that what I was really feeling was the aphrodisiac of pure power. This lovely thing had just given me the power over her body and that was a cock stiffening as anything I could imagine.

 

[MercedeSexy]

In for a penny, in for a pound. My late father's words were rattling around in my otherwise empty brain. It had been my motto for many years but one that I hadn't thought of in some time.

I closed my lips tight around the pronounced rim of his cock and swirled my tongue over the head. So silky smooth and yet so hard. It had been ages since I'd really gotten into giving head. It just wasn't something I did very often. Because we don't have sex very often.

It was true that our frequency had subsided significantly since we married. Daniel worked long hours and was often too tired to engage in any sort of sex when he came home. When he did want to do it, our routine consisted of him climbing on top and pumping a few times to a finish that left me barely warmed up. He didn't enjoy going down on me at all, and I suppose in trade, he didn't expect me to do that to him. He never said it out loud, but I always thought he felt those acts were dirty.

As I sucked the swollen cock head farther into my mouth, I remembered how much I liked giving head. The way a cock slides over your tongue and fills your mouth is just so satisfying. And the accomplishment you feel when he comes is beyond compare.

John groaned and I felt the stirring between my thighs. It had been a long time since I'd felt anything 'down there'.

I moaned around his shaft and allowed him to slide to the back of my mouth. Then, very slowly I eased his large cock head past the tight ring of my throat. I was rewarded with a heavy sigh and groan. Then fingers weaving into my hair. I panicked for a moment as I was afraid he would hold me there too long and I'd suffocate. But he was merely steadying himself with no pressure at all.

I eased my face away, clamping my lips tight around his shaft, then all the way back in again. And several more times. Until I was establishing a nice easy stroke. Each time I was able to take him farther down my throat. Each stroke a little faster.

My fingertips moved over his scrotum, tugging gently with each pull of his imposing shaft. His chorus of groaning was music to my ears. So loud and uninhibited. There was no one around to hear us. No reason to hold anything back. The thought was freeing in a way I hadn't experienced in years. Hell, maybe ever.

His grip tightened as his body began to tremble. The first shot of hot cum exploded and filled my mouth. I released my tight grip on his shaft to swallow just in time to receive another healthy dose of his semen. And another.

I'd never experienced quite that much of a load but I hardly minded. The sinewy fluid felt divine sliding down and lubricating my parched throat. And the look of relief on his face as he deposited the last of it into my hungry mouth was priceless.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

I didn't have many coherent thoughts going through my head ... but I sure knew she was doing a damn fine job. With each stroke of her mouth and fingers I felt another surge ... not only of sexual excitement and lust, but of pure power. I felt like I was controlling this woman with my cock and it felt wonderful. She didn't really hesitate when I told her what to do and that was part of it I'm sure.

I felt my prick throb with each beat of my heart as she stimulated it. I'd had a lot of blowjobs, but couldn't recall one this great .. of course that could be because it had been so long. I wasn't sure how long I'd last, but that didn't bother me. I'd just as soon get the first cum done since I knew there would be plenty to cum after that since this woman was going to be available whenever I wanted her.

When her fingers grabbed and held my balls I let out a primal sounds, which was probably appropriate for what was happening. It wasn't long after that when I felt my balls tighten and started shooting my load. And there was so much pressure built up that it was definitely some hard shots. I grabbed the sides of her head and thrust my prick in and out as I came ... I wanted to make sure that I stayed in her mouth. It was overstimulating me with it's warm tightness. I kept cumming for what seemed like forever. And I was so fucking horny that my cock stayed as hard as when her mouth first went down on it.

I moaned something unintelligible and then said, "Good start, Lisa. Very good start. But I'm not done 'sealing the deal'. Stand up and get those shorts off. Then you're going to grab your ankles and present your ass to me."

 

[MercedeSexy]

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but that wasn't it. I'd allowed myself to fall into some sort of spell temporarily. That was the only possible explanation for my willingness to do such a thing.

It was obvious to me in that moment that he only saw me as an object. A means to get off. Where before I saw a man, now I could only see a monster. I scrambled to my feet and stepped backward a few paces, wiping my mouth of any remnant of him.

"I ..." I could hardly find my voice through the thick coating on my throat. "I can't. I can't do that. I'm ... I'm married."

I knew it sounded like a pathetic excuse after what I'd just done, but I didn't care. Another thought occurred to me that would surely change his direction.

"I could get pregnant. I'm not, you know, protected, or anything."

I glanced up at his face looking for some sign of how he felt about that but could see nothing. I didn't want to go off alone, but everything was happening too fast. I'd had no time to think about anything.

"I just need some water. Please? Surely what just happened was worth a drink of water. I can't just..." I could feel myself breaking down into a real cry but there were no tears.

"Please? I'm begging you."

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

"Begging me, huh? Well, a woman begging me while I have a hard cock is never a bad thing." As quick as she had been to submit, she looked like her situation was beginning to overwhelm her. I had the feeling that she was finally realizing she was in this for the long run. And in the long run I knew I'd have my fund with her. In so many ways. But I knew my mind was wandering.

My normal morning routine was to fill the 4 coconut canteens so I'd have water during the day, so I would be heading to the springs regardless. "Well, you're in luck little lady. I'm heading to the springs right now to get some water. I'm feeling in a charitable mood, so I'll let you tag along. So grab as many of those coconuts as you can and follow me."

Hauling water was one of my least favorite 'chores'. It seemed to accomplish next to nothing as with the heat I went through a lot of water during the day. So I'd let her show some worth by handling this chore for me.

"But don't be getting any ideas. We sealed that contract ... and I'm holding you to it. You're just lucky you're such a good cocksucker."

 

[MercedeSexy]

I'd managed to buy myself a reprieve. I knew it wasn't a complete dismissal of the agreement on the table, but at least it bought me some time to get my mind around the situation.

I knelt down and gathered two hollowed coconuts and then glanced over at my torn nightshirt. It was a goner. I was going to have to get used to wearing nothing but my shorts. Until he rips those, too. It was only a matter of time before he'd have his way with me; I knew that much. A tingling sensation traveled down my spine and settled between my thighs. I dropped both coconuts, juggling and grasping in a slapstick display of total klutziness.

Glancing up at his deadpan face, I could feel my own flaming with embarrassment. Dammit, Lisa, you've never been this clumsy. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Of course I knew what was wrong with me. I was starting to like Mr. Bossy. Despite the fact that he was a total asshole, I liked him. Actually, it was probably because he was such a jerk that I liked him. Those were the guys I liked in High School and College. The worse they treated me, the more I liked them. But I broke that pattern by marrying Daniel. He'd always treated me with utmost respect.

John headed down the path toward the watering hole and I followed close behind. There was no room for two people to walk side-by-side. Not that he'd tolerate that, anyway. At that thought, another zinger struck me in the groin. I managed to keep a grip on the coconut cups I was carrying but let go a tiny grunt that won me a backward glance from my companion.

I smiled weakly at him and tried not to let him see how much his little attentions got to me. He was already under my skin further than I was comfortable with. I didn't even want to think about what it meant. What kind of woman likes to be treated badly?

As we walked in silence I amended that mental question. He wasn't treating me badly. He just wasn't treating me the way I'd come to believe I was supposed to be treated. The way Daniel treats me.

Another interesting thought occurred to me. I've been more aroused in the short time I've been with this man than the whole 7 years of marriage to Daniel.

"I'm probably delirious from the saltwater."

John stopped and turned around to look at me. I'd mumbled the last thought out loud.

I smiled and waved. "Sorry. Nothing."

He rolled his eyes and continued to walk. It was evident from his body language that he despised this chore. When we reached the waters edge, I followed his lead on how to collect the water. I immediately drank the first cupful. The water was amazingly clean and cool. More refreshing than I ever recalled water being. Then again, I'd never been stranded on a tropical island before.

The thick canopy of trees overhead provided a whole new level of protection from the sun, making the temperature far more tolerable. I sat down on a flat spot nearby to catch my breath and drink some more.

After a few moments, I decided to break the silence. "You know, I can tell this is a chore that you really despise doing. I don't mind it so much and it's something I can obviously do. For both of us. Why don't you let me take this off your list?"

I paused, waiting for some sign of agreement. He shook his head and rolled his eyes before turning his back on me.

"Look, I know there's a lot more to it than this. I'm not expecting to get things for free. I'll pay ... with ... you know, what you want. I just don't want you to think I'm helpless, or stupid, or whatever it is that you're thinking about me right now."

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

"Listen, Lisa, I don't think you're stupid, but you are helpless. You have no idea what it takes to survive on this island. This is not the newest Sandals resort. There are things on this island that can do you serious harm. And you can plan on working your pretty little ass off with more things than carrying water this short little way. Shit, that's the easiest thing I've done in months. Every day I have to go deeper into the jungle into new areas to forage enough fruit to keep me going. And with two mouths to feed, that's going to mean even deeper into areas that I'm not sure either of us really want to go. And the fish, the fish used to be easy to spear, but they're catching on that it's safer to stay away. And feeding your pretty little mouth is going to make it that much tougher. We need that protein. Although you're pretty good at finding your own protein to eat." I pointedly looked down at my half-mast cock as I made this last comment.

The spring was in the hill about 15 ft. above my head with a steady waterfall into a small, but deep pool with rocks surrounding it and trees overhanging it. I always collected the water as it came down from the rocks as I knew that was pure. It had never faltered regardless of the rainfall, and with it being so cool I figured it was a ground spring and not just runoff. This was my biggest concern when I was exploring the island; without a steady source of pure water, I would be dead in a couple of weeks.

They system I'd developed - getting drinking water before it hit the pool, allowed me to swim in the pool. With the heat of (every) day, this was one of my few pleasures. It was nice to have cool, fresh water that didn't leave me salty after swimming.

I walked over to the edge and dove in. I swam underwater to the middle of the pool before coming up and floating on my back. I closed my eyes to settle myself and think. I'd spoken more in the last 5 minutes than I think I had in the last year. All the added challenges were rattling around in my head. And I wasn't sure if I was happy with myself or not with demanding that blowjob. But, shit, what a fucking blowjob she gave. Granted, it's not like I've had a lot recently to compare it to, but I sensed an animistic hunger in her when she went down on me. It turned me on so much that I was ready to bend her over and fuck her good when I demanded it. But when she demurred, I realized that as much as I want her ass, I'm not a rapist. I knew that I would get a piece of that ... but it wasn't going to be by brute force. I opened my eyes and tread water while looking at her and her lovely body.

 

[MercedeSexy]

Up until that point, I'd sort of been in a state of shock. Or maybe it was more like denial. The reality of my situation came crashing down on me in an instant. What he was saying about a food source was a harsh truth I hadn't been ready to face.

In the grander scheme of things, my angst about my partial nudity and whether or not he respected me was petty. Completely inconsequential, actually, even though it did make my heart soar to hear him admit that he didn't think me stupid.

A few drops of cool water hit me as he dove in. It would feel good to wash the salt and sand off my drying skin. And I would hydrate quicker overall if I did.

I peered down at him as he floated in the water with his eyes closed. Standing quietly, I slipped off my shorts and lowered myself into the pool, trying not to disturb the water as much as possible. It was the most peaceful I'd seen him since I first stumbled upon him sleeping.

I knew he could feel me pushing the water about as I approached but he didn't acknowledge my presence. It was my turn to make some amends. After all, my life was in this man's hands.

"I'm sorry, John.

"You're absolutely right; I am helpless. And I do need you."

He had drifted so that his back was toward me. I couldn't see if he accepted my apology or not, but I knew that it wasn't nearly enough for what he would be sacrificing just so that I could live.

It was important to me that he thought me worthy of the effort. That he liked me. Not just because my life depended on him, but because he was my companion now. My only companion.

I moved up behind him and slid my hands around his waist, pressing my breasts against his warm back. The thrill of touching this strange man for the first time was unbelievable. With my face next to his, I could breathe in his scent. My lips caressed the column of his neck, exploring his tanned skin there. I moved them up to his ear to whisper to him.

"If you want to seal that deal, I won't stop you."