Driftwood

[IM1_RUASLUT2]

It was a happy reunion and I couldn't have been more glad to see another face as it went.

I glanced at the other couple.. oh great.. couples...

I sat down by the fire and blinked away some tears and reminded myself that at least there are others alive. I needed time to think and regroup my thoughts. It just broke my heart to think that we were all that remained of the flight.

I put my head in my hands and cried. I hated death and my mind kept rewinding the screams that I heard before the plane hit water.

If ever I needed a shoulder to cry on it was now!

 

[EbonyVenus]

Toni

Toni stopped taking a deep cleansing breath. Everything would be ok, these things happen for a reason. Maybe if she had sleep with Jeff long ago and not waited thinking it would mess up their friendship, they would have shared some good time and happiness together. She would never again hold back any emotions. From this day forward she would take everyday as if it was her last.

She signed and eased into the clearing, thinking she really needed to check on the unconscious man before dinner and… She thought her eyes were playing trick on her.
This could not be her Jeff. She wanted him so bad that her mind had created the image of him running towards her. Then she noticed everyone watching her with big smiles on their faces and her own face broke out in a tremendous smile as she screamed his name

“JEFF!!!!!” and she hobbled towards him as fast as her swollen ankle would allow her.

And then she was in his strong arms again. God how she missed being in his arms. Her heart swelled so much she felt as if it was ready to burst from her chest. All her fear and pain seem to just fade away. She was with Jeff he would take care of her, he always did. Her dark eyes filled with tears as she held him tightly vowing to never let him slip away again.

When her soft lips found his he seemed shocked at first before easing into the gentle kiss of reuniting spirits.

 

[msboy8]

Jeff Lind

I saw her and then she was in my arms. I didn't even feel the pain from my burns, all I could feel was her body, her loving body, that I would never let go of again. She started to kiss me, at first I was a bit taken aback, but then I returned her kiss passionately.

When their kiss ended, Jeff started to feel some of the pain. He moans softly and tried to put Toni down. Then he grabbed her tightly again, he didn't care about the pain, she was worth it.

 

[dcraz]

Ben

There was suddenly a lot going on. And Ben was struggling to keep his wits about him. He knew he needed to stay focused on the need to survive. Still, it was a good time for everyone to relax. ‘Hey everyone. Let’s all sit down and catch our breaths. We can rest for a minute and introduce ourselves.’ he said.

As everyone sat down, Ben looked around. The stress of the crash and the first day on the island was wearing heavily on everyone. Toni started, then Jeff and so on as everyone took turns saying a little about themselves. It was obvious that Jeff and Toni were a pair before the crash. And the reunion here only served to illustrate to the others how alone and isolated we all were.

Ben was last as he explained who he was. Everyone was finally easing up a bit as they all grew a little more comfortable with each other. Ben began to speak in a very somber tone. ‘Listen up everyone. We are all in a very dangerous situation. If we expect to survive and be rescued, we will need to stick together and work as a team. Speaking of work, we have a great deal of it ahead of us. Beginning now.’

As he spoke, the other survivors listened intently and nodded as he outlined the many tasks at hand. ‘We all have strengths to offer the group. Everyone can contribute. And we will need everyone’s help. We have people that are injured and will need care. We appear to have a good reliable supply of fresh water. But we will also need food. We will need shelter from the elements. And we will need to begin crafting tools to help us gather food, protect us and so on.’

‘It’s going to be dark very soon. Since Cyndy already identified some food sources near by, I will go with her to gather as much food as we can until dark. The rest of you can gather more fire wood and begin preparing some soft bedding for everyone to sleep on. We also need to tend to Travis to make sure he is ok and see what we can do to improve his condition. Finally, we should all agree on one more rule. No one goes out into the jungle or leaves camp alone.’

Ian offered his back pack and Ben and Cyndy proceeded back up the game trail. ‘We need to be careful Cyndy. The wild game that uses this trail will be likely to use it at dusk.’ As they hurried along, they talked about the others. An interesting group indeed. But all of them had some skill that would be helpful to all. ‘You know, we will need to begin two long range projects. We will need to send out search parties to learn what we can about the island and see if there is anyone else here. And we need to think about building a permanent camp and shelters in case we will be here awhile.’

Cyndy led the way, as sure of her path as if she were visiting the neighborhood grocery store. Once again, Ben’s eyes wandered up and down the vision in front of him. She was younger than he. And his immediate feelings for her when they first met were as a father protecting his daughter. Yet, he felt a growing yearning for her. Maybe it was the stress. Or maybe it was her acceptance of him. Given his recent past and ugly divorce, Ben really did not expect to have feelings for anyone so soon. In fact, he rather looked forward to a little celibate time to get his thoughts in order. But her acceptance of him... Her willingness to breakdown in his arms… The confidence she showed in him as protector.. Made him feel strong and virile again. Or was he just imagining these feelings because that is what he so desperately wanted? He really didn’t know what to think.

Just as he began shaking his head and mumbling to himself, Cyndy broke through into the clearing where she had found the fruit earlier. They began gathering handfuls and stuffing the back pack Ian gave them. In the growing silence, Ben wondered what she was thinking. Did she have the same feelings stirring within her as well? Or was she thinking of someone else? One of the other survivors more her age? Or perhaps a beau back home?

It was not long before they had gathered as much as they could carry collectively. As they bent down to fill their arms for the journey back to camp, they found themselves face to face. Ben looked deep into Cyndy’s eyes, probing. Looking for a sign that perhaps somehow, she might have the same feelings for him. He slowly reached up to touch her face, gently caressing her cheek as he cupped it in her hand. Cyndy slowly reached up and held his hand to her face as they rose together as one, falling into a firm embrace. Once again, as she had earlier in the day, she buried her face in his shoulder and cried. Ben hugged her close, patting down her hair and feeling her sobs resonate through his chest.

‘I’m sorry’ she said between gasps of air. ‘I just don’t know what we are going to do. What will happen to me?’

Ben reached up and pulled her head away with his hands. Looking as confident as ever, he spoke softly and reassuringly. ‘I will not let anything happen to you. Do you understand? I will be here for you. I will protect you. And I will make sure nothing happens to you. Trust me. I know what I am doing!’

Cyndy just nodded. They hugged each other again and broke their embrace without a word as they quickly gathered the fruit and headed back to camp. Not a word was spoken along the way back, but they each knew, a special bond had been formed. One that would serve them both, each in a special way unique to their own needs in the days and weeks to come.

 

[EbonyVenus]

Toni

Toni full soft lips sensual parted under Jeff’s allowing him full access to her warmth of her sweet mouth. Sensually their tongues danced the duel of temptation. She tasted him for the first time and loved every bit of him. Every nerve in her golden brown body was suddenly alive. She had waited so long for this, her golden body responded fully to Jeff’s touch. She wanted more but when she heard Jeff’s soft moan of pain she quickly lean back only to have him again pull her close, but she had saw the pain in his eyes.

She quickly wiggled out of his strong hold as her medical instincts took control.

“Oh my god, your hurt? Let me see” tears sprang to her hazel eyes for the pain he must have suffered from the burns. But Jeff being Jeff he shrugged off his hurts as minor but Toni would have none of that.

Then the guy who Cyn had told her was Ben started talking but Toni really didn’t hear much of what he said her mind to busy thinking of all the things shs needed to gather for Jeff’s injuries. Slowly she lead Jeff to the fire and had him sit so she could attend to his burns. She quickly checked on her other sleeping patient before, she took a coconut filled with fresh water added it to some seaweed and used it as a cool compress and gently applied it to Jeff’s burns. While she worked she told the others who she was and what she remembered about the crash. As she listen to Jeff story her dark eye again filled with tears, but she didn’t allow him to see them. He was in pain and she knew it, later she would have to go into the jungle and see if she could find some plants that would help with his pain. She had studied medicine a long time, but the stress of seeing others die had pushed her towards becoming a writer, but now it would seem her skill would be needed again.

She looked at Cyn trying to determine her feel for the new guy Ben as she applied a thin layer of coconut oil to Jeff’s burns. She smiled at the girl Leigha showing her gratitude for helping get Jeff back to her. Slowly her eyes wondering over the girl making sure she didn’t have any injuries that needed tending to. Toni looked them all over, as they spoke, her keen eye looking for any injuries she might need to tend to.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Cyn

She looked around at the people that surrounded her. There were nine of them now, three women and six men. As she glanced around she was surprised to see the dejection and gloom that painted the features of several of them, including the rugged, handsome profile of the man next to her. The couple’s reunion rejuvenated her, filling her with a sense of hope and possibility.

“My name is Cyndy Morgan. I don't remember much of anything about the crash, except for waking up on the beach. I’m 32 years old and when I’m not vacationing on an island paradise,” her soft smile and wry words draw smiles from the others, “I’m a symbiotic consultant.” Her eyes flash green in the warm early evening sunshine, the only indication of her amusement.

She remembered fondly the evening she and her first mentor had come up with the career description. “Symbiosis - The intimate living together of two dissimilar organisms in a mutually beneficial relationship”. She was a matchmaker for the D/s world, pairing dominants with submissives. It had turned out to be an incredibly rewarding profession.

She watched in admiration the strength and gentle guidance Ben used to pull everyone together, as he directed the necessary steps that would prepare them for the night ahead. Even the most exhausted pitched in to make camp.

As they traipsed down the path Cyndy was feeling a new sense of jubilation and powerful attraction to the man behind her. She could feel his eyes on her like a caress that hardened her nipples beneath her shredded shirt to an indecent degree, the warm swirl of heat in her belly undeniable hunger. She felt her cheeks brighten with color, glad he was behind her and couldn’t see her reaction. What would he think?

They gathered the fruit and as they headed back toward camp her mood reversed itself, jubilation turning to tears as she huddled against his warm body. The relief that his presence evoked was sensual in its release, her tears wetting his tattered shirt for the second time that day. The heat of his skin, the warm masculine scent of his body and the strong arms around her brought the ache to a new level and she pulled away from him so he couldn’t see her reaction. Silently they headed down the path.

Back in camp, the activity in their absence was apparent in the large pile of firewood to one side or a roaring fire and the pallets, arranged around the warmth. ‘A good nights sleep would be more than welcome after filling their bellies’, she thought.

“Let me go for crab,” her voice was low and quiet, throbbing with a sensuality she was unable to control. Flashing a small smile at Ben, dropping her eyes quickly from his, afraid her reaction would be obvious to him. She needed some solitude, some privacy... and was barely able to restrain the giggle that rose in her throat.

Here she was, stranded a million miles from home, and all she could think about was the hunger radiating throughout her senses, the soft slide of moisture between her thighs, a greedy, wanton warmth that demanded satisfaction. Quietly, she moved away from the group and down the beach.

 

[msboy8]

Jeff Lind

Jeff and Toni helped gather the fire wood. They moved at a slow pace, because of Toni's ankle and Jeff's sore, almost brittle, burned skin. Jeff was happy, for the first time since the crash. He was with his Toni, they had been roughed around a bit, but were basically intact.

Slow they were out gathering wood, Jeff awkwardly dropped to one knee and took Toni's hand in his. "Will you marry me?" The words just seem to tumble out a Jeff's mouth, but he knew his right. He pulled his class ring from his finger and got ready to put it on Toni's delicate hand.

 

[IM1_RUASLUT2]

I introduced myself calmly after I got my cry out of the way.

" I'm Leigha Tsunaka, from the Poly Isles. I remember the plane jerking and then someone saying that we should bail out. I mean I can jump the cliffs but jumping in the dark was not smart... I held it out as long as possible.. then the wing dove and we hit water. I remember slamming my hand down on the seat belt.. then swimming... I thought I'd never make shore... but.. I got a problem.." I gulped hard and started to tremble. "I'm a insulin dependent diabetic... I lost my stuff.... but I found this kit... I need to take a shot.. but.. I can't read the numbers... on the needles..." Then I took a survey of my injuries. My ribs still hurt, my gash was not bleeding on my left arm but it throbbed, I was suffering from a sunburn to the face... "I'm kinda tired to.."

I sat down and shook my head. I might have overdone it trying to get to the smell of the coconut. I just rolled my eyes and rested on the ground while voices moved around me.

 

[dcraz]

Ben was pleased to see the group pull together. Upon their return, he and Cyndy could see all the work that had been done while they were out gathering fruit. The injured were all tended to and resting comfortably on the pallets prepared by the fire. The others had been busy gathering fire wood and preparing an area to collect the food. Large thick leaves had been gathered to serve as so many paper plates. Coconuts were gathered and split to serve as cups for the plentiful fresh water near by.

As he observed the site in camp, Ben felt a great sense of relief. In spite of the trauma suffered by everyone, there was an almost tangible sense of calm and peace within the group. The injured were treated and resting comfortably. With continued rest, everyone should recover fully. At least physically.

Psychologically might be another matter. Still, everyone was busy pitching in and everyone seemed to be getting along. Some more than others of course. Jeff and Toni were an obvious couple and Ben wondered if that in and of itself might begin to cause problems in the group. For now, everyone was getting along but this was probably out of necessity. Like boxers in the early rounds of a bout, the nine survivors were feeling each other out. Learning what they could about the others. Everyone was quick to offer the skills they felt they possessed in an effort to be valued by others. No one wanted to be left out or thought to be less valuable than another.

But Ben knew this would not last. People would quickly become jealous of Jeff and Toni having each other and flaunting it in front of everyone. He suspected they would quickly begin trying to pair off while turning on each other as each fought for pecking order. With six men and only three women, Ben knew this would be especially difficult with the other men, injured or not, vying for the women.

Of course, Ben knew who he longed for. It was Cyndy. The young girl that first reminded him of a daughter, had caused repeated, deepening twinges of desire. Deep down, Ben thought she felt the same stirring within her own confused emotions. Or was this all so much wishful thinking? On more than one occasion, Ben imagined their embrace lasting a little longer than it might otherwise between two strangers comforting one another. The way they caught each others eyes all too often when they were together. The willingness to leave their thread bare clothes as they were without feeling the need or desire to cover up more completely than the tattered rags allowed.

Was he now trying to rationalize why Cyndy and he should be together? Was he staking his claim before anyone else had the opportunity? Did he really care what was driving his desire? All these emotions were racing through Ben’s mind as he worked with the others to ready the evening meal. One thing was for certain. Ben decided he would explore these feelings with Cyndy as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Perhaps tonight before everyone set about establishing sleeping arrangements. Not that anything serious would happen, but Ben wanted everyone to know how he felt about Cyndy. He wanted the other men to keep away from her and he wanted Cyndy to know how he felt too.

Just as everyone sat down to begin devouring the fresh and bountiful buffet before them, Cyndy mumbled something barely audible about heading off to fetch more crabs. Ben was startled that she would leave just as everyone was settling down to eat. But he was equally startled at the look she gave him as she said it. Was he just imagining it? Or did her eyes peer deeply, longingly into his as she said it? Before he even registered what she had said, she was up and gone, down around the corner and into the dense undergrowth. Ben glanced around at the others in the group, but no one else seemed to even notice she had gone. They were all busy diving into the fruits as if sharks during a bloody frenzy.

Ben reached into the fray to extract a few bananas and then stumbled backward onto one of the prepared sleeping mats. He sat quietly, eating in silence as he watched the others continue their orgy. As he watched the group, his mind wandered back to Cyndy. Were his feelings for her genuine? Did she have ANY feelings for him? If she did, were they the same feeling of simmering passion? Or was she just clinging to him as a security blanket? A father figure perhaps?

After some time, Ben began to wonder when she was coming back. She had been gone for a while now. And it would be getting dark very soon. Maybe he should go look for her in case she became lost or was injured. He stood slowly working the kinks out of his tired legs and quietly slipped down the hill to look for Cyndy.

Ben followed her path into the underbrush. At first, he could see the tracks her tiny feet had left in the damp earth. As her tracks faded into the brush, they gave way to a small, game trail that seemed to follow the stream down in the direction of the shore. Ben began to retrace the events of the last 24 hours trying to make heads or tails of this new woman that had come so suddenly into his life. He was shuffling along not really paying attention when he quite literally nearly fell over the edge of a small cliff adjoining a short water fall.

Catching himself before he slid over the slippery edge, Ben stood for a moment trying to clear his head and focus on the task of finding Cyndy. Then slowly, as if a ghost were emerging from the fog, he began to focus on a human form below him. Not ten feet below, Ben could see Cyndy sitting on a small ledge at the bottom of the falls. Her legs dangling into the circulating pool below as leaned back into the rocks, the water cascading over head and shoulders.

Intoxicated by the site before him, Ben stood mesmerized as he gazed down on her naked form. Her clothes we nowhere to be seen but from his vantage point above, he could see her stunning beauty quite clearly. What ever she was doing, she was NOT hunting crabs for dinner! Upon first glance, it appeared that she was enjoying a little peace and solitude, letting the gentle massage of the falling water wash away the tension of the last few days. But what he observed next nearly caused him to lose his balance as he watched Cyndy’s hands dance along her body. Running fingers through her hair, down her neck and then across her breasts. The cold water having an obvious effect as her fingers played across her erect nipples before running the length of her smooth, lithe torso and down to the hidden area between her legs before retracing their steps back up.

 

[dcraz]

Cyndy was obviously doing more than just relaxing and Ben became intensely aware that we was hardly relaxed watching the vision before him. Reaching down into his tattered shorts, Ben began slowly massaging his quickly thickening cock. Reaching full mast quickly, he began a pace of slow, full strokes as his other hand reached down to gently massage his balls. Aware of the lust quickly building, Ben began the mental debate of whether he should stay where he was unbeknownst to Cyndy. He could quickly finish the business of his own lustful release, but something else was gnawing at him. This was a very private moment for Cyndy and Ben’s voyeuristic position seemed to betray some trust he felt between them. On the other hand, if he confronted her, he risked spoiling the moment for both of them. She could panic and withdraw from shame. She might even withdraw from him permanently.

Ben spent an agonizing moment dazed and confused. He was doing way too much advanced thinking for someone in his position. He needed to release the stress that had been building for so long now. And he needed to relax. Or he would soon be stressed beyond all logical comprehension. And that would do no one any good. Especially Ben. As if responding to some inner voice, Ben shook his head firmly in the positive.

He had finally made a decision and that was that. He slowly worked his way down the short, slippery hill side to the edge of the small pool below the falls. Alternating his attention between the lovely form passing to his right and the treacherous footing ahead. As he reached bottom near the edge of the water, he stood silently behind the last stand of brush. His eyes glazed over as he watched the amazing vision before him. Cyndy’s hands continued their dance although it was obvious her pace was changing. What was initially seen as a light sensual massage was now a more deliberate and systematic effort towards pleasure. Her hands were no longer making it up to her neck and hair. They were now alternating back and forth. One hand would cup and massage her breasts, wrapping around the firmness before pinching and pulling on her nipples while the other hand was working in a firm up and down motion between her thighs. Her head tossed back into the gentle falling water, lost in her own lustful world, quickly building to a sure, powerful climax.

Without taking his eyes off her, Ben released his shorts to fall to the ground and quickly removed his tattered shirt. Working his away around the bush, he slowly, quietly entered the cool water. As he slowly reached deeper water, Ben felt the sudden jolt of the cool water reaching his heavy balls. Taking a deep breath, he dropped down till the water covered his shoulders and began quietly paddling in the direction of the falls. Cyndy continued her self pleasure ritual, slowly and deliberately increasing the speed and pressure of her hands. As her head began rocking gently side to side, it was obvious to Ben that she was getting close to her release. Wanting to reach her before she finished her task at hand, he picked up the pace and closed the gap.

The cool water was refreshing for Ben. As he neared Cyndy, it was obvious she was unaware of his presence. Her head was tilted back against the falling water, her eyes were closed and the gently falling water created a nice, overriding sound barrier to the gentle splashing he created. Ben slowly dipped his head below the surface and with one final kick swam up to the edge of the ledge, his head quietly bobbing up between Cyndy’s feet. He paused there for a moment, suddenly not sure what to do next. He stared, mesmerized in a trance as her fingers continued their furious pace.

Finally, Ben could take more. He knew what he wanted to do more than anything in the world at that very moment. And he knew how to do it. He slowly reached up with both his hands and placed them gently on the top Cyndy’s feet. He really did not know what to expect or how she might react. This was a gentle way to let her know he was here. To his surprise, she didn’t even flinch. Ben began massaging the tops of her feet, working his way to he ankles and then slowly up the back of her calves. Moving around the front of her legs, up and over her slightly bent knees and along the top of thighs. As his hands slid down to her inner thighs, Cyndy’s hand moved from between her legs, resting gently on top of his. The gentle, yet firm grip in his hands was both comforting and stimulating as his hands finally reached her inner folds. Up and down they slid, Ben’s fingers dancing around the lovely vision before him. His thumbs gently rubbing the outside of her swollen lips while his fingers lightly slid between her gentle folds.

As if an electric jolt had been applied, Cyndy’s body stiffened, then began rocking forward and back to match the pace of his skilled hands. Ben thrashed in the water, trying desperately to find firm footing before finally locating a small underwater ledge. Now standing, Ben’s chest broke the surface of the water, rising as if to match his own burning passion. He removed his hands to scoop Cyndy’s legs, placing them gently on his shoulders as he lowered his mouth, anxious to taste that for which he has lusted for two long days.

Cyndy immediately grabbed his head, pulling him forward as she rocked her hips, longing for his touch as much as he did. Ben moved forward and placed a long firm kiss on her already swollen lips. Cyndy matched his kiss with a long guttural moan as her fingers ran through his hair, keeping him pulled tightly to her. The splashing water did little to cool the fever burning in Ben as he dipped his head down, resting his nose between her slips. Slowly, ever so painfully slow, his head began to rise. His nose sliding effortlessly, parting her throbbing lips as his tongue darted out, first at the very beginning of her hot slit, rising in concert with her fever as she pushed her hips forward begging for more. As his tongue rose, he began probing deeper and deeper between her folds, sampling her sweet, intoxicating nectar. The taste and warm musky smell was driving him wild as he summoned all his energy to be patient. The tip of his nose reached the top of her slit as it, sliding out and resting for moment of the tip of her clit, Ben could feel the heat of her passion, her button throbbing firmly as she pulled his head ever tighter begging for more pressure. Finally, his tongue had completed the long, sensuous journey up Cyndy’s burning canal of lust, his lips wrapping around her heaving mound, forming a warm, firm seal as his tongue began lightly teasing her pulsing clit. Ben began a slow rotation of gentle sucking pressure and light little flicks back and forth across her overly sensitive clit.

Cyndy finally crashed over the edge, letting out a long guttering groan as she began bucking wildly. Ben was suddenly having trouble breathing, between the cascading water, the death grip of Cyndy’s thighs on his head and her grabbing hand fulls of hair to keep his mouth firmly planted. Ben was doing everything he could to really give her the kind of release she would remember and feel long after her body recovered. She seemed to be rocked by one wave after another. Ben was not quite sure if this was one long orgasm or one release immediately followed by another and another.

Just as he was sure we was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, Cyndy released her grips, her hands sliding down over Ben’s ears and down to his cheeks. Her legs opened up allowing her thighs to slide over the outside of his shoulders as she leaned forward and fell into his arms. Ben caught her gently, but her weight threw him off balance as they fell backward off the ledge and into the cool water. Cyndy threw her arms around his neck and gave Ben a long, slow sensual kiss and hugged him firmly not letting go.

 

[EbonyVenus]

Toni

Toni looked down at Jeff his words ringing through her head. Marry Marry Marry, she wanted him so badly and she had wasted so much time trying to keep there relationship as just friends. But after she thought she had lost him she could do nothing but think about him and regret never feeling his touch as a lover. She would not regret that again

Slowly she lean forward not answering his question with words but actions. Her full lips softly caressed his in a soft butterfly kiss, teasing him, yet begging for more. Each kiss telling him ‘Yes I will marry you and more’ She was careful not to touch his burns, as she gently cupped his handsome face, cradling it as she gently deepen the kiss that she hope would lead to much more.

 

[msboy8]

Jeff Lind

Toni was kissing me again and again, her lips answering my question without words. She was so gentle touching my face, I didn't feel any pain at all. I returned her kisses with all the love I felt, not caring that others were watching, just thankful that she was safe.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Cyn

She wandered down the path her senses shuddering beneath the slow cascade of sensuality that filled her senses, overflowing her mind, her body, her spirit. A wry smile wreathed her full lips as she heard her mentors voice, a shadow from the past encouraging her.

“Your sensuality is your finest gift, bella…never hide it, never dismiss it…revel in it, always,” a flash, half anger, half amusement shivered through her as she wondered what his advice would be in this situation. The same, of course…it was why she’d left the group.

So intent on her internal reverie her foot hit thin air and only by throwing herself backwards does she miss the cliff before her. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs of her own history she glanced down, her lips tightening in dismay at her own foolishness.

Cyn’s eyes settled on the small ledge beneath her, a rainbow of mist outlining its shape. Scrambling down the rocks without a second thought she felt the slow, hungry burn inside, relit by the beauty of the setting and the quiet solitude that encompassed this hidden paradise in its embrace.

Leaving the tattered remains of her clothing hidden behind the rocks she sprawls backwards on the cool, wet surface of the ledge, reveling in the contrast of the cold against her own warm calves, thighs, buttocks. She allowed the clear sparkling water to flow, like lovers touch, over her shoulders, feeling the tightening pleasure of her nipples against its chill touch, the swell of her breasts hungry beneath the onslaught.

Reaching her hands behind her in support, tilting her head back, she felt the cool flow of clear water over her hair, the long, golden strands flowing over her back, arched in sensual abandon to their intimate caress. Sweet cascades flow over her forehead, over her closed eyes, teasing the flesh of her cheeks, frolicking over her parted lips before dropping from her chin to add their weight to the flow that taunted her proud, eager breasts.

She shuddered, lying back fully on the cold stone, releasing her hands to run wantonly over those proud, eager mounds, feeling the pulse of her own eager desire beneath their hard peaks as her fingers taunt them, pulling, pinching, stroking her hunger ever higher.

She felt his eyes on her, from above and hid the impish grin of recognition behind a soft, low moan, dropping one hand to the taut, lithe flesh of one thigh. There had been a rapport between her and Ben from the moment they’d met up with each other. She’d felt it in her own quickening blood as well as the shared glances and touches between them.

Her fingers slide lazy languorous touches up the inside of one thigh, her next moan one of erotic intensity as she pictured his stance above her, his hands cupped against his own arousal.

She sensed his moment of confusion, somehow, in the air between them. Desperate for his participation her fingers reach the apex, sliding lightly against the slick swollen folds of her labia, feeling his hesitation dissipate with her own guttural growl of need. She heard his quiet movements down the hill, could feel his focus on her and let her rhythm build, feeling the sweetly greedy lap of its heat in her belly, in her breasts. Her own arousal, its intensity and primitive aching demands as it swept her away, her fingers sliding between the wet folds to caress the hungry entrance to her sex before sliding upward, stroking the throbbing nub of her clit then back down to repeat.

She hadn’t realized he’d gotten into the water but she could feel him, all around her, his hands on her feet no surprise at all. The soft, aching plea that fell from her lips at his touch quivered through both of them, the quiet of their getaway broken only by the soft panting breaths between them.

“Yes, please…yes,” she felt him find his foothold and shuddered beneath the skillful caress of his lips and tongue. She tried to hold back, tried to rein in the wanton greedy tramp that beckoned him, demanding more. She reveled in his own response to hers, feeling the arousal coursing through him as he brought her closer and closer to the peak.

“Oh, God Ben,” her growl, sensually feral, would have stirred the dead as he latched onto her clit with his lips, sealing their intimate caress, prodding her frenzy with his tongue until she could only look on helplessly. Her lean, lithe thighs thrown over his muscular shoulders, the dark hair so silky against her most intimate flesh. The wild, uninhibited motion of her hips, thrusting, bucking against his tongue, encouraging him on.

She felt it, the hot pulsing waves of excitement throbbing around her aching nipples flowing downward, combining with the eager heat in her belly, lapping outward in a tide so primal, so earthy and so intense she was powerless beneath its storm. Her scream of release, low, guttural, primitive rang between them, the aching shudders of her body gripping him to her without constraint, her shudders moving both of them. Again and again the greedy pulses hit her, stopping time, stopping thought, her only reality one of pure, sweet release.

She couldn’t remember how they’d ended up in the water, thankful for his tight embrace that kept her shuddering, gasping head above the waterline. Her lips pressed to his, a slow, sensual kiss her mind and body still recovering from the aching peak he’d just brought her too.

Her thigh, free against his grip in the water, slid smoothly against the warmth of his belly, his hips and his own strong thighs before she became aware of him…really aware of him. Rampant against her shuddering flesh she felt him, hard, throbbing as he pressed himself against her belly.

Reflexively, her hand wandered down over the engorged head of him, her fingers tightening around him, feeling him shudder at her touch. Intently, she watched him, his eyes as they widened in sheer lust, the soft, quick breaths that tore from his lips becoming a guttural groan of pure need. She felt her sex tighten in response and was instantly on fire for him, needing to feel him deep within her hungry depths, needing to feel his full, hard thrusts take her, make her his.

“Please, Ben,” it’s a whisper, hesitant with her breathy need, feeling selfish but so greedy for him she can’t help it. “Please…fuck me Ben. Take me like I’ve never been taken before…”