Lovers Stuck On An Island Alone
We were stranded in a place where time didn’t seem to exist. Well, Time did exist, except in our case, night and day felt the same.
There was only us and nobody else on the island.
We were stranded in a place where time didn’t seem to exist. Well, Time did exist, except in our case, night and day felt the same.
How long we have been on the island, I can’t say. Our plane crashed and we managed to survive. Just the two of us. We were flying across the Pacific heading to Los Angeles. She was heading to meet her fiancé, while I was heading across the world to a job that was waiting for me in Sacramento.
We have been stuck here since with no means of corresponding with the rest of the world. No ship has been sighted on the horizon, and all our SOS messages that we built across the white sandy beach haven’t helped either. There’s nobody out there coming for us.
We were distraught at first, but we have since learned to make the best of things. The island isn’t devoid of natural habitat. I have done plenty of recon around, trying to get a proper outlook of the landscape, and have encountered a number of wild, foraging animals inhabiting its fauna. Kiesha and myself have made quit a formidable pair when it comes time for hunting. Kiesha much prefers catching fish in the river that snakes through the island, almost cutting halfway across it to spill its ebullient waters into the secluded lagoon that we have commandeered as our shelter grounds.
Feeling her body press against mine was further indication that the night was going to end well for both of us.
We explore more of the island during the day. We were like scavengers investigating this small slice of habitation, but taking care not to get entangled with any wild plants or discomforting vegetation. We’d hold hands while going to walks along the beach. Sometimes we would stroll naked, making out like we swingers in an uninhabited nudist colony. Evening would come and I would build us a camp fire near the beach. Our wristwatches had long quit functioning; the only means of guessing the time was by gazing at the sun. We would sit there enjoying our dinner, which sometimes consists of fish or crabs, or leftover meat from the carcass of some animal I hunted days ago. We usually have plenty to go on, and maintain our stock from ever going to waste.
Blustery winds blow concurrently into the lagoon. We would sit there admiring the serene dark waters beyond the lagoon as they turned blue, listen to the sound of waves splashing against the inlet rocks. The sky glittered with constellation of stars, and sometimes there would be a full moon to grace the surroundings. Keisha and I would pretend we’re at some fancy dinner and ask her for a dance. We would cavort on the white sands of the beach, laughing gaily while we did. I would mutter the words to some classic R&B music that’s stayed stuck in my head. Keisha would swing her hips and work her limps, surrendering to the moment. Her laughter indicated she was loving every minute of our time together. Feeling her body press against mine was further indication that the night was going to end well for both of us.
It was tough at first becoming settled with the notion that there we are the only beings on the island, and nobody was coming for us anytime soon. Whether the world had forgotten about us was a terrible possibility. We were bound to make the best of a bad situation, however. There were no restrictions placed between us: no lovers demanding we remain chaste.
There was just the two of us. What was going to happen occurred within days of us making ourselves comfortable with each other’s presence.
I don’t know who it was that made the move. Not to say it’s important; when the time came, it seemed so natural we merely fell into place and did what was expected of us.
We rolled across the palm bed, kissing, caressing and breathing in each other’s face.
Usually we sleep separately from each other under a makeshift hut I had constructed when we decided the lagoon would be a comforting spot for a home. That night we had finished out dancing when we found ourselves kissing. Keisha never offered a protest when I drew her into my embrace; the thought of her fiancé never came between us as we wrapped each other in a suffocating embrace. Together, we entered the hut but as we didn’t have a door, we lay on the makeshift bed we had sewn out of palm leaves and continued our kissing frenzy.
“Oh God, it’s been so fucking long,” Keisha moaned as she stripped out of her swimsuit.
I knew exactly what she meant but said nothing; the last thing I wanted was to say anything to squander the mood. I got out of my shorts and again reached for her. I needn’t have bothered as she then came to me willingly. We rolled across the palm bed, kissing, caressing and breathing in each other’s face. She widened her legs while grabbing my cock, stroking my shaft and pulling me closer to her pelvis. I mounted her, still locked in a passionate kiss, giving her free rein to introduce me into her pussy.
“Uhhh,” she gasped, lunging her head back.
I kissed the outline that was her neck, grunting as I injected myself further into her tight warmth. Her hands caressed my shoulders, rolled down my shoulder blades to squeeze my buttocks as I adjusted myself perfectly. Her hips lifted off the bed, bucking me to give it to her.
I wasn’t going to deny her what she craved.
I tensed as she croaked tensely when I shoved more of my prick inside her vagina.
Her pussy was milking me; I loved the feeling it gave me. Keisha held me in her gaze; I could nearly see the moon reflected in her eyes.
“Give it to me,” she moaned. “Love me . . . fuck me . . . I don’t care, just give it to me.”
My prick stayed hard inside her, loving the feel of her pussy lifting upward to meet my pelvis. I wrapped my arms under her backside, grinding my hips in sync with her tempo. We were poised to drown in each other’s heat. Keisha’s breathing grew heavy, ravenous, as her lips sought mine in the room’s darkness.
There was just the two of us in that makeshift hut, located in an undiscovered lagoon, encumbered in an island that’s lost somewhere in the great Pacific Ocean. I wasn’t going to fail her.
That was the start of our loving each other, at least until we get rescued. If we ever will.
