Gilligan's Island... 2005 Version

[makofin]

Thurston

" Yes ...yes, we can set the table luvey, although I'd much rather pay young Gilligan to do it...speaking of...where is that young lad. Or maybe we can get Ginger and Maryanne to set the table...don't we have a maid's outfit in your trunk, luvey."

Mrs. Howell looks confused for a moment..." You know I'm really not sure Thurston, perhaps I brought the one Hillary wore when she visited last year ! "

No... no luvey, I think that was her bikini, you remember the white transparent one...totally disgraceful indeed, if you ask me. " Thurston says, attempting to kiss Luvey's cheek, making her blush, feeling amourous all of a sudden...

 

[sharingfantasies]

Luvey

"Oh Thurston." blushing as he tries to kiss me. "The Professor said we should stay here in case Gilligan or the Skipper come back. They went off to fish or dive or some such thing."

Looking around to make sure they are alone, I lean over to kiss Thurston's cheek, with a girlish giggle.

"Now Thurston, let's see." Tapping my finger on my chin as I look around the clearing. "You know I am not known as the premier hostess of New York City for no reason. Thurston, we need something flat, go on the boat and see what you can find to make a table. I think if we can find a board or something to place across those two old stumps we might have our table. I certainly can't imagine eating without a table. Oh and bring back the chest with the MEALS label on it, please."

Nodding my head as I look around, "Yes. I think that will work."

"Don't just stand there, Thurston, go! Organization and ambiance are the keys to a good dinner party."

 

[melanie rose 2008]

Princess

seeing that i somehow caught thier attention, i shrink back into the shrubbery, making my escape

 

[Hawkeye1956]

Professor

"Did you here that Mr. Howell? Visitors!?!?

Oh... Damn, as I pour on the speed, what the hell, visitors?

"Maryanne I'm coming, where are you? You okay?"

Stumble, rip. "Ahh, shit..."

ripped my pants, so much for dignafied.

"MARYANNE, GINGER"

Jeez, I've forgotten how thick a jungle gets, I'd kill for a machete.

"Damn it, another rip??" I'm going to be naked before I even get to the girls.

Wow, there's Ginger...

Breathing heavy, not used to running through jungles.

"Ginger what's going on, where's Maryanne? Oh, there you are...
Ladies, what's happening? You okay? Visitors!?!? Where are they? You Okay?"

Rational thought taking over, We're in the middle of the pacific, no canibals here, I'd be scared shitless if we were another 1000 miles south and west
toward...

"Shhh, I heard something..." whispering

"Come on, let's see what's going on" My scientific curiosity taking hold.
"Okay look we're way to far north for canibals, this is something else."
"What did you see?"
I mutter to myself "Damn where is the Skipper and Gilligan?"

"Maryanne, am I bleeding anywhere, I tore my pants running through the jungle?"

 

[LuvsDaddy]

"Ohhhhh Professor!! Hurry!!!"

"I never saw anyone, just thought I did. but I KNOW I heard something moving in the bushes."

"Could it be a wild animal?" Then I notice the tear in the Professor's clothes.

"Oh no, Professor!! You ripped your pants!!"

"Let me check and make sure you're NOT bleeding"

Of course Ginger has to remind us that she played a nurse one time in one of her movies and insists that SHE checks the Professor out instead.

"Playing a nurse and being one are two different things, Ginger." stepping back to see just how good she thinks she can pull THIS one off.

I can't help but notice the big rip in the Professor's pants right next to his crotch. "Man, how I'd like to check that out in private" I start thinking as I watch Ginger gracefully walk over to the Professor.

"Where is the Skipper and Gilligan?? Oh no!! You don't think they've been captured, do you, Professor?

 

[landiek]

"Neat trick, Ginger... let me guess... you learned that in acting school?" giggling out loud; almost as in mockery and thinking it to be funny about the heel being stuck.

"NO, I took a few lessons on throwing things from Marc McGuire the baseball player. Just cause I am a star doesn't mean that I don't know a few things."

I looked to the shrubbery were MaryAnne pointed and then let out a shreik. "I think that there is somebody over there!"

"MARYANNE, GINGER"

"PROFESSOR!!!" A man is much more braver then little ole me.

Whatever it was it was gone and poor professor was concerned that he was bleeding. "I played a nurse in Post Op, the hospital years With Sean Connery once. I know a few tricks."

"Playing a nurse and being one are two different things, Ginger." MaryAnne muttered.

"I know the basics though." I stepped forward and checked each rip in the pants. "Well there is a stratch and I believe that the first aide kit on the Minnow had neosporine in it. But there is no serious bleeding professor, whooops let me check down here."

Bending down and squatting, bringing my hand to the edge of his crotch, easeing my hand along that tear and feeling his thumping and hardening erection. I blush a great deal but still pressing my hand along this thigh can not feel a cuit or gash.

"Well, aside from a little uppenance You are just fine down there, Professor." I smiled but slightly wished there was somewhere more private to investigate that throbbing piece of flesh. *sigh*

 

[makofin]

Meanwhile

Thurston set off, walking back through the jungle towards the Minnow, in search of a board for Luvey's dinner party. He hadn't walked fifteen yards yet, when he stopped to wipe his head with his expensive silk hanky...This confounded heat, and what kind of dinner party will it be without Donald Trump in attendance anyway ? If only Gilligan were around, I could pay him a tidy sum to make a table.

He continued on, finally locating the Minnow, and found their luggage. Thurston pondered how he was going to drag the heavy chest back, containing the meals Luvey had requested, along with the plank. Suddenly he was very thirsty...so he opened the chest, and was delighted to find a thousand dollar bottle of champayne ! He struggled to open it, without a corkscrew, but finally suceeded, taking a long swallow. That was when he noticed a prescription bottle inside the chest. Picking it up, he read the label...Viagra...Hmmm, where did these come from ? They must be Luvey's...sounds like an energy pill, maybe I should take one, since I have to drag this heavy chest back by myself.

Thuston popped two into his mouth, washing them down with some champayne....

 

[Hawkeye1956]

As Ginger examines me, I'm looking half heartedly over into the bushes, but my attention is on Ginger's ministrations. She's hot and with no bra I'm definately getting a good view of her attributes, mmmm, I'd love to run my tongue through that. I hope she hasn't noticed I'm getting an erection from this. Damn, this place is not safe, we need to get moving, I still don't know what we're dealing with. I'm also concerned I left the Howell's alone.

'Well, who ever or what ever it was is gone. I don't think it's a good idea to go much further. Okay nurse Ginger how am I doing? Nice touch..."

I delay getting up, I know we need to move, but damn, I'm turned on, I reach out and touch Ginger's hand as it's sliding closer to my crotch.

"Am I okay?"

 

[LuvsDaddy]

"I'm positive something or someone is out there!! And I know that Ginger saw it, too!!"

"Think I'll go back to The Minnow and get the first aid kit" walking off, leaving the Professor and Ginger alone.

Once I make it to The Minnow, I hear someone on the boat. "Skipper, Gilligan... is that you?" walking closer to where the noise is coming from. "Ohhhhhh it's you, Mr. Howell."

"Where's Mrs. Howell... you didn't leave her alone... did you?" I asked, looking around the boat to see if I could see her any where. "Here, let me help you get that, Mr. Howell" seeing him trying to pull the heavy chest with him.

I lose my balance for some reason and accidentally slip, falling right into Mr. Howell's arms. "Um, I'm sooooo sorry, Mr. Howell" but I notice his arms going around me, bracing me up as he holds me tight against his body. Our eyes meet.

"Ohhhhhh the first aid kit!! The Professor ripped his pants and has a scratch on his thigh" I said as I pull away from Mr. Howell gradually.

Mr. Howell and I make it back and join Mrs. Howell, the Professor and Ginger. Still no sign of the Skipper or Gilligan. We've started the fire, cooked and ate and everyone seems to have paired up. Mr. and Mrs. Howell, enjoying sitting together by the fire along with the Professor and Ginger. Feeling like a fifth wheel, I tell them I'm going to The Minnow before dark and I'll be back in a bit. But... what I actually had in mind was exploring the island.

"I'm positive someone else is on this island besides us and I intend on finding out who they are and exactly where" as I head back to The Minnow, then taking a quick detour as soon as I'm out of sight from everyone.

 

[makofin]

Thuston...

... was grunting as he struggled with the heavy trunk, following along behind Mary Anne, his head still spinning when she literally fell into his arms back there at the boat. He couldn't believe, being a [rich] married man, that he had almost kissed her...she was just so pretty and wholesome ! And now, carrying the trunk, walking behind her, he couldn't take her eyes off of her young, fine ass, clad in those sinful, skimpy blue jean shorts !

" Say Mary Anne, when we get off this confounded island, would you consider a job as our little chambermaid ? " he asked, aware of the urge in between his pants that was burning with desire...at his age !!!

" I'll have to think about it, Mr. Howell. " was all she said.

They finally arrived back at the clearing. Luvey seemed to be in a panic, glad to see him return safely. Thurston noticed how much she looked so out of place, wearing that expensive French cut silk gown in the tropical heat...it clung to every curve she had !!!

He sat down, sweating, resting in the shade. That was when he became aware of the massive, raging hard-on he had, hidden away in his designer shorts.

" Oh Luvey...sweetheart ! Come over here, if you wil, and bring the bottle of champayne with you ! I think we have a reason to celebrate... " he demanded...

 

[Hawkeye1956]

Professor

Well, back at camp, having settled down and eaten, Maryanne hands the firstaid kit to Ginger. She asks if she can apply the neosporine, I lay back against a rock and spread my legs to give her better access to the scratch.
I pull back the material of what remains of my pants.

I notice a bottle of Champagne sitting by Mr. Howell.

"Mr. Howell, would you mind if I had a little champagne"

As he brings it over, Maryanne catches my attention as she says she's heading for the Minnow.I check out her ass as she's walking away and call out to her.

"Maryanne, bring the radio with you when you come back, okay. I want to check you..., I mean it out"

With a sly smile she was on her way, damn I have to quit looking at that ass while trying to talk. I look up at Mr. Howell, holding his bottle out to me, I reach up to take it from him and notice, this man has an erection poking around in his pants. I smile, he's checking out Maryanne too, can't say that I blame him, but I'd sure like to know how he got a boner that fast.
Someday I'll have to ask him how he feels about male on male action. But right now, I have a gorgeous woman working on my leg, Thurston's going to have to wait. I look over to see Ginger's assets through the top of her dress, mmmmmm, her eyes fixed on the tube of neosporine as she squeezes out a little on to a finger. She starts to gently apply it to the wound, Ever so close to my pulsing manhood. I take a swig of the champagne, as I do I look up to see Mr. Howell, he gives me a knowing wink takes the bottle and walks over to Mrs. Howell, I hear them talking but can't make anything out.
Mrs. Howell glances over at me, smiles and they both walk off down the beach. I look back at Ginger, the concerns of the morning fading away as I watch her being a nurse. I smile as I think of Mr. Howell's comment about a movie staring Ginger. "Tropical... Something.... Lust", he can't look at a beautiful woman and talk at the same time either.

"Well Ginger, looks like it's just you and me hun."

I touch her arm and thank her for her help, we look into each other's eyes.

 

[LuvsDaddy]

As I start walking away from the crowd, heading to make my detour to explore the island, I can't help but think "Dang, the Professor WOULD want something off The Minnow" little did he know that I had NO intention of ever going to the Minnow.

Everything is going through my mind. The offer from Mr. Howell of being his chambermaid, seeing the Professor's crotch, falling into Mr. Howell's arms and for the split second how I wanted him to kiss me. And that raging hard on he had while at the fire. Who wouldn't have been able to notice THAT? And Ginger, so pretty and sexy right along with Mrs. Howell, dressed to the finest and looking her best, EVEN on a deserted island.

I stomp my foot on the ground "Ohhhhh but look at me, just a country girl, blue jean shorts, short midriff tops and I still wear my hair in pig tails or a pony tail. I could NEVER compete with Mrs. Howell or Ginger."

Whispering to myself, "Do I hear drums?" Perking my ears and listening, trying to figure out the direction of the sound of the drums. "I DO hear drums AND voices, too!!!"

I start walking closer to the sound of the drums, hoping to get a glimpse of something, someone. Maybe it's a town or village and they can help get us off this island and back home. I lose track of time as I make my way closer to the sounds I'm hearing.

It's almost dark and I must be getting back to the others and still have to go get the radio from the Minnow. I turn to head back and as I start walking away, I hear the bushes rustling again. Turning around, I whisper "Helloooooo.... who's there?" Of course, nobody answers. Maybe they just can't speak or understand English. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me. I keep walking slowly away, hoping to be able to make my way back to the others. Gotta be sure to tell the Professor and the others about this.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Luvey

Standing with Thurston, who has the strangest look on his face, I watch the others move off after dinner.

"Well I think that went well, don't you dear? The silver candelabras do go well with the spanish lace tablecloth don't they? You did a marvelous job coming up with a table on your own dear. Although I wish the Skipper and Gilligan had made it back in time for dinner. I wonder where they are? I am beginning to get worried about them. Did you hear the Professor and MaryAnne talking about there being someone on the island? I wonder who would choose to live HERE? I can't wait until we get back to civilization so I can tell Bitsy and Swoozy all about this trip. I must say Thurston I never thought you and I would end up shipwrecked. You know, dear, the Skipper must be worried about his boat. Why don't you buy him a new one when we get back, after all, his did get ruined while he was trying to entertain us, you know."

Leaving the used silver and the candles still burning for the Professor and Ginger to deal with, I slide my hand into the crook of Thurston's extended elbow and follow him off towards the Minnow. "I am sure tired after this busy day. Shall we see if our cabin is habitable, Thurston? I see you have the bottle of champagne. I thought the Professor's expression was so darling when he saw the table all set for dinner. His chin literally dropped."

With a soft tinkling laugh as I remember the expression with satisfaction at being a successful hostess once again, I step carefully as we walk through the darkness towards some well deserved sleep. Occasionally looking up at Thurston, when he made a soft grunting noise as he walked as if he was in some kind of discomfort. Yet he seemed perfectly fine. Putting it down to exhaustion, after all the dear man did manage to get a table and the heavy chest from the boat to the clearing. A monumental task for a man that pays someone to bring in the mail. I was very proud of him at that moment but I would be glad when Gilligan returned. After all Thurston is a proud man, and tugging heavy things around just doesn't suit him. Reaching over to pat his arm with my other hand, I thought, "See, my father was wrong, sometimes hasty marriages do work."

 

[LuvsDaddy]

I make it back to the Minnow and realize that the Professor and Ginger are probably kinda busy. "I wonder where everyone is going to sleep tonight?" I ask myself as I make my way back to my cabin on the Minnow.

"I'll just get the radio first thing in the morning, but for now, I'm ready to call it a night." There I go talking to myself again. It helps break the silence. Besides, nobody else is here on the boat with me.

I look through my night clothes, trying to find something to sleep in. All my pajamas look so.... well... so blah!! I don't even own anything sexy to sleep in. I bet Mrs. Howell and Ginger have all types of sexy lingerie.

I start feeling just a tad bit naughty, thinking back to the Professor and Mr. Howell and I decide to sleep naked. "What the heck" I tell myself. "What could be more sexier than sleeping naked with the feel of the sheets brushing across my flesh?"

I begin to strip slowly, removing my shorts, top, bra and panties. Kicking off my tennis shoes and pulling my socks off. I stand in front of the full length mirror in my cabin, admiring my body. My firm breasts, taut nipples, flat tummy, glancing down between my legs. No hair!! Just like I like it, shaved smoothly with just a very small landing strip. I really could use a bath. I start thinking of the full moon that's shining bright over the water and just how good and sexy the water would feel on my naked body. I tell myself "Who would know?" I head out to the water and ease my way in. Water feels cooler than I imagined and my nipples harden instantly from the rasp coolness.

I begin to swim, enjoying the water; relaxing, letting my imagination take me away to paradise. Not even realizing just how far I've drifted out in the water, but enough to be able to see the other side of the island. I see smoke and I can hear the faint sound of the drums again. Almost a sacrificial sound.

I become frightened and decide to head back to shore. Getting out of the water and realizing my towel is gone. "Hmmmmmmm... that's strange. I know I left my towel right here." "Oh well" I tell myself and just walk onto the Minnow, butt ass naked, soaking wet, wondering if the Professor, Ginger and the Howell's can hear the sounds of the drums.

Still wondering where the Skipper and Gilligan are and hoping that our Islanders don't have them held captive.........

 

[Hawkeye1956]

Professor

I kind of like the way Ginger is applying the Neosporine, she's got a surprising gentle touch I wouldn't think a movie star would have. I wonder how far I can go with Ginger... What was that?
"Ginger do you hear that? I thought I heard drums?"
I strain to hear it again; it was so faint I’m not sure I was hearing things.
“Listen, I could have sworn I heard something!”

I’m beginning to regret letting Maryanne go off on her own, it’s getting dark the Skipper and Gilligan still haven’t returned and I’m thinking I better go find out what happened to them. Oh God, the Howell’s wondered off as well, thinking Ginger and I were going to get it on. And I want too, but…
“There they are again, I did hear drums!! Ginger come on we need to warn everyone.”

Ginger and I make it back to the Minnow. Mr. And Mrs. Howell seem a little annoyed at our presence, but they’ve heard the drums too.

“Where’s Maryanne?” I search the boat, the marine radio hasn’t moved, I make my way to her Cabin, I find her clothing lying on the floor. She’s been here anyway. I head up to the main cabin and grab the flare gun.
Addressing Mr. And Mrs. Howell and Ginger, “Maryanne’s been here, but she’s not on the boat, I have to go find her. Does one of you know how to shoot a pistol?

I hand the flare gun to Ginger. “Stay put, I don’t know what’s going on, and you’ll be safer here. I’ll go find Maryanne. Fire the flare gun if anything goes wrong.”

Safer here, yeah right, the Minnow is about as much protection as a beached whale, but at least I know where they are. Maryanne left her clothing in her cabin. The only ones who packed for this trip were the Howell’s, a lot of luggage for three hours.
I start heading for the water, the boat is over a hundred yards from the shoreline, and it was a hell of a storm to blow us that far up onto the island. Any wonder it’s got a monster hole in it. There she is…

“MARYANNE… OVER HERE!”

Holy…. She’ naked, damn, she looks good. Now I know what they mean by Farmer’s daughter. All right get my act together, be cool. I get nearer; she seems relieved, nervous and embarrassed to see me. I hear the drums.

“Hun, are you okay?”

 

[LuvsDaddy]

"Ohhhhhh crap!!" I tell myself as I hear the Professor and Ginger giggling just outside the Minnow. Here I am NAKED and my towel is missing and there's no way for me to get to the boat without being seen. NOW what do I do??

I quickly hide in the bushes, hoping nobody sees my nakedness. The sounds of the drums are becoming louder. Surely I'm not the ONLY one who hears them. I over hear the Professor telling Ginger that he hears drums, too. He almost seems in a state of panic, running around like a chicken with its head cuf off. Kinda comical but yet cute seeing a PROFESSOR losing it, so to speak.

I'm listening to what the Professor is telling Ginger and the Howell's. "OH NO!! HE'S COMING LOOKING FOR ME!!!!!!!!" He can't find me naked. "Do something, Maryanne, QUICK!!" I tell myself as I start looking at the size of the leaves around me.

I spot some nicely sized fig leaves. What the heck, if Adam and Eve could do it, so can I. I quickly grab some fig leaves and tie them together placing them over the lower front and back of my body. Thank goodness I've let my hair grow out and that I finally took down that hideous ponytail. My hair is long enough to cover my breasts.

"Here I am, Professor" I scream out as I step out of the bushes; barely covered up, but enough that the Professor can't see quite EVERYTHING. "Oooohhhhh Professor?? Do you hear the drums?? They're getting louder and louder!!!"

"We've GOT to find the Skipper and Gilligan." Just as I start to scream out for the Skipper and Gilligan, the Professor grabs me, pulling me to him and covering my mouth with his hand. I look up into his eyes, wondering what he's up to and why he won't let me call out for them.

 

[Hawkeye1956]

Professor

I lunge at Maryanne to quiet her. She’s in my arms, she’s wet, the water is a little cold, but she definitely feels good. I shush her. God, I want her.

“Maryanne, shhhh. Did you see anyone?” I pull her down under cover in the bushes.
I’m a little freaked. I studied Polynesian cultures for years. I speak some of their languages, Hawaiian, Niuafo'ou, Sikaiana, Tahitian, even some of their so called extinct languages. I know the drum calls too, but I can’t read the messages from these drums.

But the drums are quieting; we’re drawing later into the night. Natives have to get their kids to sleep too I suppose.

I look at Maryanne still facing her, she's looking into my eyes, I pull my hand away from her mouth and move it to the side of her face. I pull her tighter to me; I kiss her. Hard!!! I feel that fantastically wonderful tingle in my groin. I have to have her. I pull her down onto the sand, I lay on top of her, I release my arm from around her and pull her hand holding the leaves away, still kissing her, not giving her a chance to speak, she opens her mouth, I gently run my tongue into it…

 

[LuvsDaddy]

Just as I start to answer the Professor, he pulls me even closer to him, taking us both to the ground in the sand behind the bushes. At first, fear grips my soul making me wonder that perhaps the Professor saw someone or something. I can tell by the look on his face that he's troubled about natives or something being on the island with us.

The sound of the drums have become quieter, being almost non existant now. The Professor and I look into each other's eyes. Before I even have a chance to say anything, he presses his lips to mine, kissing me hard but yet very passionate.

It's been so long since I've been kissed this way. I feel his hands removing mine from the fig leaves, feeling the leaves shifting as he presses his body firmly against mine. He's being rather forceful. I think about squirming and trying to push him away when all of a sudden we hear absoluetly nothing in the darkness; not even the sound of the drums. No crickets, no frogs.... just NOTHING. It's TOO quiet on the island.

Then, just out of the dark skies we hear what appears to be a scream, very loud and troubled scream. The Professor and I jump up, breaking from the kiss as I grab the fig leaves and we start running back to the Minnow to check on the others.

Ginger fires the flare, sending the bright red light into the sky. Just then a huge hawk flies overhead, releasing the exact same scream we heard just seconds ago.

We all breathe a sigh of relief and head inside the Minnow to talk and to map out plans on what our next movement will be. As Ginger, the Professor and I step inside the Minnow, we hear moans of pleasure coming from the Howell's cabin. The three of us can't help but giggle and talk about how sweet it is for a couple like that to still be that much in love and be sexually active with one another.

"If yaw'll will excuse me, I'm going to my cabin to put on something a little more comfortable and less itchy than these fig leaves" I tell the Professor and Ginger as I head off to my cabin, in search of something sexy to wear, IF I can find anything.

 

[Hawkeye1956]

Professor

OH CRAP, I'M ON THE MINNOW AGAIN, MARYANNE'S BELOW DECK GETTING SOMETHING TO WEAR OTHER THAN LEAVES, GINGER FIRED OFF THE FLARE GUN, GOD NOWS WHY. THE SKIPPER AND GILLIGAN ARE STILL MOST DECIDEDLY AWOL, THE ONLY ONES GETTING ANY NOOKY ARE THE HOWELLS, BELOW DECK, AUDIBLE AS HELL, WHICH OF COURSE I REALLY DO NOT NEED TO HEAR. I GOT A MAJOR HARDON, I NEED A FUCKING DRINK, AND CAN’T FIND THE DAMN CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE. SOMEBODY JUST SHOOT ME!!!

"GINGER" I snap, I stop, I rethink, I restate. Softly………………

"Ginger, I'm sorry, just a little stressed. Pass me the first aid kit please, I need to fix these pants before I trip over them."
With that Ginger hands me the first aid kit.

“Thanks”

I take the scissors out and proceed to turn my pants into some pretty short shorts. The bottoms are right up to my ass cheeks. Good thing I’m wearing briefs. At least my member isn’t hanging below the hemline or whatever a seamstress calls it.
And to think I could be in Honolulu doing the Horizontal Mamba with some Hula girl right now. Might be a good time to take a look at the radio. Give me something other than sex to think about.

If the Skipper and Gilligan aren't back by morning, I'm going to have to go look for them. Something's wrong.

 

[LuvsDaddy]

I can hear the pleasurable moans from the Howell's increasing. Gotta hand it to Mr. Howell, for an older man, he sure had stamina. On the other hand, I could hear the Professor raising his voice; but quite couldn't make out what he was upset about. Between the arousing moans, the Professor talking rather loudly and the thoughts swimming thru my head of that brief moment in the bushes with the Professor; not to mention all the events that happened throughout the day, including the Skipper and Gilligan STILL missing; I knew there would not be much sleep tonight.

I slipped on my shorty pj's, pastel pink with little flowers on them. Loose fitting bottoms in the short legs along with a spaghetti strap top. I run a comb through my long hair that was taking forever to dry from the late night swim and make my way back on deck to join the Professor and Ginger.

As I spot them, I notice the Professor wearing a pair of short shorts. Being a country girl, I could dang sure whistle and I belted one out singing the old Nair commercial song "Who wears short shorts?" I startled Ginger and the Professor with the loud tomboy like whistle.

The Professor explains to me that he's decided to give the radio a try and see if it still works. The entire time, I can feel his eyes roaming all over my body. I notice Ginger looking, too and not quite sure how to take that. Even though I'm in my mid 20's, the one thing nobody knew about me was the fact that I'm still a virgin. I guess due to my "old fashioned" upbringing, I was saving myself for Mr. Right. Masturbation was begining to get very old and the thought of being stranded on an island for the rest of my life without ever having a real cock inside me was getting the best of me. But, I had to keep that secret hid; at least for awhile longer.

"Still no Skipper or Gilligan, Professor? I asked and then the Professor explained to Ginger and I both that if they were not here by morning, he would start a search for them and he felt something was terribly wrong.

I found myself wishing our cabins were closer together, just in case something happened in the middle of the night. At least we'd all be closer to each other.

The Howell's were getting pretty wild. Their moans of pleasure kept increasing with great sound. It was as if we were in the room with them. Although I couldn't see them, I could definitely visualize what they were doing and even thought about retiring for the night and trying to sneak a peak and watch a few minutes; but I was scared of getting caught.

The Professor must have been thinking the same thing as he tinkered with the radio. He turned to Ginger and me and asked if we were up to doing just a little spying on the Howell's just to see what ALL they WERE doing and then he let out a devilish little sexy laugh.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Luvey

"Thurston? THURSTON!! What was that loud whistle? Stop a minute and listen. First there was that whistling earlier followed by the flash of light and now another loud sound, what is going on up there?"

"You know dear, as much as I am enjoying this, I am concerned. You haven't wanted to go four times in a row since... well.... never? Are you sure you are all right?"

Looking up into his sweat covered face, as he shifted inside me, still hard even after three hard orgasms in the past hour. His eyes still glazed with arousal, I knew he wasn't really hearing me. Hoping that nothing seriously was wrong up on deck, I wrapped my legs around his hips and held on while he began to move faster. It wasn't long before I began to pant, my own arousal building. As we peaked together in the strongest orgasm yet, my back arched and I screamed out in pleasure. Finally, the dear man came to a halt, resting on me as we both floated down to earth. As he slid off me, I pulled up the blankets to keep the cool air off our heated skin, hoping that the noise we had made hadn't disturbed anyone else. I forgot all about my earlier worries and slid into a dreamless, exhausted sleep, with dear Thurston's arm around me as it had been for the past twenty years.

 

[Hawkeye1956]

Can you say “Fried Circuit Board”?
This day is just getting better by the moment. I picked up the radio and got a good whiff of burnt plastic, I already know the story. I loosened the cover and pried it off. Let’s see nice little burn hole right through a capacitor in the power supply. Oh looky here three IC chips with burn scores and oh isn’t this special, one of the chips is cracked, split wide open. I wonder how many times this radio got hit my lightening to do this. Yeah, probably just once.

Maryanne came up the stairs on the main deck, looking good, definitely candy for the eyes. She's looking right at my shorts. Oh man, that girl can sure let out a whistle. I stand and smile and bow to her, I playfully give her a little spin and ask, "What do you think?" She nods approvingly.

“Thanks it’s nice to know I haven’t lost it all yet.”
I look over at Ginger who’s also smiling ear to ear. I’m wondering how long she’ll be able to keep wearing that dress, sooner or later it’s going to fall off, it wasn’t designed for frolicking in the jungle. She’s taking a good hard look at Maryanne too. Seems that I'm not the only one who thinks "M" is hot. Hmmm…

I jokingly quip, “Hey guys, wanna buy a radio, cheap?”
I hold it up.
“Lightening strike, it’s fried, I’m not going to be repairing this!”

I walk over to put the radio back where I found it; maybe I can find some use for it later. The noise from the Howell's is dying down, my guess is their happy. I start to laugh to myself.

Hmmm, I wonder if the girls took note of my butt. I spent years studying tropical flora and tribal medicines for the pharmaceutical industry. Years climbing up and down mountains, fording rivers and burning damn leaches off of me. It hasn’t been that long ago, I wonder if at 38 I still have a nice taught ass. I still have a decent looking if not slightly hairy chest and muscular arms with a “V” shaped torso, my last girlfriend, one of my students said I got legs, I’m one of the regular models for the art class (I love posing nude) and I’m told I’m the schools favorite sex education teacher by both sexes. Of course I know how to give a hot and steamy lecture (Xaviere, eat my dust), no one falls asleep in my class and when it’s a little to hot in the lecture hall I take the class out to picnic in the colleges back 40 away from the prying eyes of the dean, though she isn't stupid I'm probably going to have to cool it soon, to bad she's such a cranky bitch.

I let the class get a little friendlier out there. Any wonder my classes are always full.

Well, I may not be an Adonis, but I can hold my own with the college boys. Think I’ll take a dip and call it a night; I need to cool off anyway.

“Ladies, I’m going to take a quick swim and clean up, I’ll be back.”

With that I leap off the boat and head for the beach. The drums have stopped it’s almost midnight. I couldn’t read them, but they didn’t have the aggressive beat I’ve heard from war drums before. A little mellow almost playful at times. They must have been celebrating something, most cultures don’t collectively party this late unless they have a reason too. Well, tomorrow’s another day as I strip on the way to the beach. I trip, stumble but catch myself. I turn to look at what I tripped over.
I mumble, “What the hell, a towel.”
Maryanne’s the only one that’s been down to the beach, why would she leave her towel this far from the beach…

 

[LuvsDaddy]

"Fried circuit board? Mmmmm, sounds yummy... got any french fries and a coke to go with that, Professor?" I ask teasingly, making the three of us laugh.

Inspite of the situation we're in, we've gotta maintain a sense of humor. We can't be serious all the time and from the looks of things, we may be here a while.

I can't help but notice the Professor's ass. Ya know, for a man of his age he sure still looks very good. "I've got to stop having these kind of thoughts" I tell myself quietly as I turn away, looking around the boat to see what else might come in handy.

"Ohhhhh Professor!! I have a radio in my cabin, do you think any of the parts would be interchangable for the two way radio?"

Naturally, none of us have any service on our cell phones. And yes... I said cell phones... afterall this IS a 2005 version. What good are cell phones if you can't use them when you really NEED them???? And of course, the computer on the boat was probably struck by lightening as well.

The Professor announces to Ginger and I that he's going for a late night swim. "Alone, Professor?" Ginger asks him, with a hint in her voice for him to invite her to go along. I patiently await an invitation from the Professor to Ginger, but never heard one.

"Just be careful out there, Professor and watch the water. It's cooler than you think." giggling as I stand up, stretching. I let out a fake yawn and tell Ginger and the Professor that I'm going to bed. Ginger said she's going to get ready for bed, too.

Actually, Ginger and I had the same thoughts. Sneaking outside to get a glimpse of the Professor as he took his late night swim. I quietly sneak off the Minnow and head to the bushes to hide so that I could secretly watch the Professor. I'm admiring his body, his form, his muscular chest and legs. The rest of his body just truly arousing to look at.

I'm getting lost in the lustful thoughts I'm having of the Professor and I can feel the moisture building between my legs. I'm almost tempted to slide my hand inside my pj shorts and start fingering myself while watching him.

I hear a sound in the bushes behind me and before I can turn around, I feel a hand going over my mouth and feel someone breathing heavily on my neck. My instinct automatically tells me to fight since I can't scream. The hand is a soft hand, very feminine. Nothing masculine about this person behind me at all. Then she whispers in my ear: "Shhhhhh Maryanne, it's me, Ginger." I turn my head towards her to make sure it IS her. She removes her hand from my mouth and we both start giggling quietly as we begin to share our thoughts about the Professor.

Feeling Ginger's warm breath on my neck just increased the sensual feelings I was already having.

We were watching the Professor swimming around in the water, going under but we never saw him come up. We start getting worried about him. Of course, Ginger being the *Movie Star* she just HAD to mention Creature From The Black Lagoon, which made both of us kinda frightened; wondering what kind of island we landed on.

Little did we know the Professor knew we were watching and had gone under water and swam to shore and was sneaking up behind us to scare us and have some fun of his own.

 

[CaptainPooh]

Skipper

Meanwhile, the Skipper and Gilligan are on the other side of the island. They have no clue as to the events the other's have been through.

"Wow, lil buddy.... did you see THAT??" The Skipper asked Gilligan as the drums ended in a dead silence and the natives returned to their huts. "We've got to warn the others and make sure they're safe" turning to face Gilligan, a puzzled look on his face.

"Lil buddy, did you remember to leave us a trail so we'll find our way back to the Minnow?" the Skipper asked as he saw Gilligan eating up the last bit of popcorn, grease all over his fingers and mouth.

Gilligan gulps "Ooops!" says Gilligan as the Skipper takes his hat off and hits Gilligan with it. "How will we ever find our way back?" asks the Skipper, shaking his head in disgust at Gilligan.

The Skipper and Gilligan turn and head back thru the jungle, making their way back, in what hopes to be the direction of the Minnow.

 

[whoababy56]

Gilligan

"I was hungry, sorry Skipper. Who are those people?"

"Skipper, what are we gonna do, I hope everyone is safe back at the boat!"

Oh boy, I just want to get back to the boat and get off this island. The Skipper will know what to do.