Stranded

[Alerdene]

She grinned at his words and watched as he sprinted off, teasing her. She glanced off once as they left the cave and noticed Romanov slumbering peacefully in what appeared to be a hammock of sorts. He flew from her thoughts however as she heard Steve laughing at her, and the race was on as she went charging after him, not giving her nudity a second thought.

She giggled as she saw him jump into the hot spring and she wasn't but a second behind him, the water rising over her skin, a contented sigh rose from her lips as she sank down into it. She turned to look over her shoulder as he came up behind her, his arousal pressing into her back.

So, would you like me to wash your back?

Grinning, she nodded,

Please kind sir... I can't quite reach that spot there...

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov

The morning sun had awoken Romanov just after it had broken the endless and dark horizon. The warming rays spread over him, and began to warm him after the chilly night in the hammock. He continued to lay there, soaking up the radiant heat, and breathing deeply to clear his mind.

It had been three days on the island. There had been six survivors. Now there were three. And the discovery of Fellowes diary led Romanov to believe that there would be no rescue. They were to spend the rest of their days on the island.

The morning sun had risen just above the ocean surface when he heard the giggling. His head was already rolled to the side so he cracked an eye open to see what the fuss was about. Steve went streaking by, literally. His clothes must have been left in the cave. And then Callie came bobbing by and shot Romanov a quick glance before disappearing into the woods nearby. She too had left her clothing in the cave and was merrily charging through the woods without a care in the world.

The splashes intrigued Romanov. The stream was too shallow to jump into, and the cool water would probably have elicited at least a gasp if one were to jump in. He rose from the hammock and followed the pair's path into the woods quietly, making sure not to step on branches or stumble over any of the loose rocks. He did not want a repeat of what had happened in the cave.

The clearing was small, and the two had found their way into a small hot spring. The deep tubes of magma under the volcano must have heated the water under the ground before it percolated up to the surface and cooled enough to be enjoyed.

Hmm, a personal hot tub. I guess we're not without all the luxuries, he thought as he moved back into the woods, away from the nude couple enjoying themselves and bathing one another. As Romanov walked back towards the hammock, he began to realize that he had not bathed since he landed on the island. He followed the stream out towards the shore, away from where the three had been getting their drinking water, and stripped down to wash his clothes. His coveralls rinsed clean easily, having only sweat and salt caked in. His undershirt and shorts also rinsed clean and he found several long, bendable branches to drape the clothing over to dry in the sun.

Knowing that the morning sun would likely dry the clothing quickly, and having a feeling that Steve and Callie would be spending some time in the spring, he decided to repay their favor and prepare some breakfast.

The net they had fashioned was lying in the cave and proved easy enough to use, even with only one person. Wrapping the several fish he collected in a few palm fronds after cleaning them, he returned to the cave to stoke the fire and cook the fish over the makeshift stove the two had built. Instead of removing the fish from the frond and frying them on the open rock, he placed the entire package, frond, fish and a bit of collected water, on the rock to steam the fish.

Shortly after, the flaky meat was done and ready to eat. He wrapped the finished food in a frond and placed it at the opening to the cavern, easily spotted by anyone entering, so Steve and Callie would know he had been there and cooked. He returned to his hammock and stretched out to savor the morning meal. The fish was quite filling, and Romanov decided that he would rest today. Perhaps tomorrow he would survey the rest of the island, maybe even begin to fashion some sort of boat to escape the island and return to civilization. Or perhaps he would choose to stay on the island, living out his days with Steve and Callie. But for now, he would rest; a nap in a tropical hammock with nothing between him and nature. His clothes would dry soon enough, and then he would figure out what his plan of action would be.

Only tomorrow would tell.

 

[Wolk]

Please kind sir... I can't quite reach that spot there...

Steve moved back a little to give himself better access to her back. He was actually going to wash it, too. Getting a handful of warm water he rubbed it over her soft skin, massaging the muscles, making them relax, taking the stiff pressure out of her spine. He smiled hearing her moan under his hands. This wasn't yet very sexual, but incredibly pleasant already, he knew.

Done with her back, his hands washed her sides in a similar but gentler fashion. After that they mischievously went further, caressing her breasts, and washing the dried white film off them. It didn't want to go easily, and Steve had to spend a long time rubbing and even lightly scratching her sensitive tits to get them clean. Not that he minded, of course! He loved every moment of it.

His cock, however was very hard and twitching in anticipation. He needed her attention. Slowly at first he started bucking his hips, rubbing the length of his erection on her lower back suggestively.

 

[Alerdene]

She slid lower into the water as he began to wash her back, the soothing water and his hands massaging her skin and she sighed happily. His hands moved to her sides and she giggled as his light touch hit her ticklish spots, squirming away for a moment before coming back against him.

She moaned softly as his hands moved around to her breasts and he fondled and washed and fondled them more. He had to actually work a little as evidence of their passion was dried and stuck tightly to her skin. His nails scratched her lightly at times, sending pleasant tingling through her body and down to her belly.

The longer he worked at it, the more she began to feel him against her back again, his hardness growing and teasing her with every movement he made. Eventually unable to stand it any longer she whimpered and her hands went behind her to gently stroke him as he worked, giggling as he grew even harder and made a noise behind her.

Her voice serious, but a huge grin on her face,

Now darling what're you doing back there... I'm just washing you after all...

 

[MissCheevious]

On the other side of the island

A cruise. A cruise of all things. This had been her graduation present to herself. Two months out of high school and here she was... on an island... with no one else. ...Or so it seemed.

Isabella Orosco had a lot of things going for her. A lot of things that she had worked hard for and earned. She had begun to intern at her father's office, the big head of some company, who offered her the world on a silver plate and she refused. She wanted to work her own way up knowing that she had the skills it took to get there, and she did. She made her own money, paid her own bills and planned on getting her own place upon returning. The relationship with her boyfriend had been called quits weeks before. All the bullshit and lies were too much for her and she kicked him to the curb, and the vacation away from home was something to help her clear her head. Oh how life was great at creating ripples and waves. But this? This had been a tsunami.

---
"Take some pictures for me, I want to see them all when you get back."

"I will, I will. And take care of Roscoe for me, I don't want to come back and find out I no longer have a dog."

"Pfft, Roscoe loves me, he'll be fine. You have all your things packed? Bikini, shorts, tanks, sandals, sun dresses..."

"Yes. I packed it all, double checked it this morning before riding out here. "

"All right. I'm just doing my motherly duty and-"

"-hounding me, I know. "

"No, smartass, making sure you have everything. Now go. Be safe!"
---

The day of the storm the weather had been gloomy and miserable since the morning. She had woken up early to wander around and let everything sink in before she would have to go back home and all of it would be lost, but found that she should have stayed in bed instead. It was after noon when the weather had begun to get downright ugly, the black clouds seeming so low that she could have reached out and touched them. And this disturbed her greatly, but she found herself wandering around the deck against her better judgement and then it had all been a blur.

Pain. Eyes. Arms. Legs. Throat. Nose.

Hazel eyes struggled to open slowly, the act within itself a task as she found it almost impossible and took her a few moments before accomplishing it. Groaning softly she found herself looking up at a blue sky, a hand coming up slowly to shield her eyes from the sun only to find something hanging from her arm. "Oh my God!!" Jumping up quickly she flailed her arm around in panic, watching the dark, dangly... thing whip around her as she tried to get it off. Whipping it off, she held her arm to her chest as she watched the thing flutter to her feet, a sigh escaping her after a minute. "Sea weed." There was a smirk before there was another groan and she doubled over, arms across her stomach as it went about getting rid of all that sea water that didn't belong there.

"HELLO?" The brunette stood alone on the beach, hugging her arms around herself tightly as if that would be enough to comfort her. She had had it all just who knows how long before and now all she had to her name was her underwear, bra, blue jean bell bottoms, socks, sneakers, a sleeveless grey tee, black hoodie, and two rings (one each on her middle fingers). Oh, and not to forget- a hair tie, as if that was going to help her anywhere else but keep her curls out of her face when she got annoyed. Staring out across the water, she arched a brow in wonder of how long she had been lying in the sand. So this is the calm after the storm. There was another glance around as she found herself looking into a small forest just behind her and she found it was better that she stayed on the beach, unsure of what could be lurking in there waiting to eat her. "HELLO?"

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov

Hello?

The sound of a voice would normally have been dismissed and he would have kept napping. But the new voice, on this island, was something that could not be ignored. The voice was not close, a mile away, maybe more. But it was there.

Hello?

He hadn't imagined it. The woman's voice sounded again. Romanov bolted out of the hammock, and forgetting it was not made of sturdier rope, but the fragile vines, shredded it in the process. It could be remade later. For now, there was another on the island. Against all odds, another had washed ashore.

He sprinted down the stream bank and recovered his clothes and dressed before setting off through the woods to the beach. When he broke the treeline, he didn't see the voice. Had he imagined it? Had it been part of his dream of escape? He thought back to the hammock. The voice had come from the south. The shoreline undulated, and she could be standing in one of the coves farther down the shore.

Running in the sand sapped much of the energy he had recovered from the previous day's explorations. The hard packed dirt of the forest made for much easier travel than the loose and fine sand that covered the beach. He went at a jog, not wanting to overexert himself and not be able to get back to the cavern before nightfall. He would search all day if necessary, he had to know if someone else had landed. Two coves passed without luck. However, when he rounded the bend near the treeline of the third cove, he saw her.

She was standing with her back to him about 50 years away. Her brown hair, still slightly curled despite the trip through the salt water, was pulled back in a simple tie. Her black hooded sweatshirt and flared jeans hugged her snugly, just enough to hint at the body underneath.

Romanov stepped from the treeline onto the beach, so as not to seem threatening by just jumping out of the woods, and stood quietly, catching his breath.

"Hello there. Welcome to paradise," he said through a grin.

 

[MissCheevious]

Isabella

She stood on the beach, unsure of what she was looking for. No, wait, she knew what it was she was looking for- a sign of life other than her own. And for the few moments she had been alone, it really seemed unsure.

"Great." She sighed heavily as she rubbed her eyes and licked salt from her lips, making her grimace before letting her hand fall away but she stopped at the sound of something coming from the forest. Bowing her head, but not turning around she listened as hard as she could for that familiar sound that had caught her attention over the crash of the waves against the shore, arms wrapped around herself.

"Hello there. Welcome to paradise."

The man's voice promted Bella to look up over the water and freeze. Ok, animals don't talk. It's not an animal... per se, but that doesn't mean it won't eat me. He could be a cannibal. Hazel eyes fell on Nicholas as she looked over her shoulder, eyes growing wide at the sight of him. He was huge, compared to her 5'4" stature. He cannot be a man... Jesus, he could be some specimen for Dr. Moreau.

"Are you the welcoming commitee?" A chuckle following after her question as she turned around to face him completely, arms still wrapped around herself for an instant longer before she let them drop away and fall into the sweater's corresponding pockets. Inwardly she was thankful for finding another fit of life of the same species, but she was still wary about him, but that comfort of him finding her was a lot greater. Moving up the shore she stopped a few feet away from him, eyes roaming over him as she couldn't believe how big he was and she chuckled softly as he stared back at her.

"Isabella." Right hand pulled out of it's pocket, she held it out to him and she stared in amazement as his hand engulfed her own.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov

Even after his best intentions, he had startled her. She hadn’t seemed so distressed to see another living being, but maybe it was just is physical stature. It had to be. He'd often used it to intimidate people in bars in order to defuse tense situations and avoid fights.

Are you the welcoming committee?

She still seemed hesitant. Romanov made no move to her, no move to seem intimidating. He simply smiled. The simplicity of the gesture must have eased her tensions. Her hands dropped to her pockets from their original protective place, and then she approached him, chuckled softly at herself, and held out one of her hands as an offering.

Isabella. It was that simple.

"Isabella, a wonderful name. My name is Nicholas Romanov," he said, adding his hand to hers. He made sure not to apply too much pressure, adding just enough to feel secure but not threatening. She stood more than half a foot shorter than him, and was well proportioned. Her hazel eyes, framed by several loose strands of hair, glinted in the afternoon sun as she stared at him.

"Maybe I should fill you in on our situation," he said, motioning for her to follow him along the beach until they two came upon the stream. "There were six of us originally, but we have had some losses. Two of the original six wandered off and, I presume, were lost somewhere on the island. Another died near the beach. It was quite unfortunate. However, we have found a source of fresh water and food." He motioned to the stream where several small fish could be seen darting under their protective rocks where the stream widened and drained into the cove.

"Before we get too far, you might want to rinse the salt out of your clothes in the fresh water. If you let the salt dry in, it's a real pain to get out. It took me all morning to get these clean," he said, shrugging his shoulders to emphasize his coveralls. "I'll give you your privacy if you wish, but I won't go too far, I can imagine that you would rather not be left alone again on this beach, especially after dark."

And with that, he walked a few paces away and leaned against a palm tree with his back to her.

 

[MissCheevious]

Isabella

Everything about him looked rough and rugged, which was her first impression. Along with him being able to snap her in half if she made him angry. Hulk smash!

"Isabella, a wonderful name. My name is Nicholas Romanov,"

Her smile grew as he introduced himself, his own hand bringing more comfort to her as he was gentle, yet firm. Nicholas Romanov. After a moment she pulled her hand away, tucking a few of her wayward curls behind her ears as she followed after him, listening eagerly.

"Maybe I should fill you in on our situation. There were six of us originally, but we have had some losses. Two of the original six wandered off and, I presume, were lost somewhere on the island. Another died near the beach. It was quite unfortunate. However, we have found a source of fresh water and food."

Upon coming to the stream, she hadn't seemed to notice it as she nodded gently, "I'm sorry for the losses." Lips pulling back into another little smile before she found herself to be staring at her own reflection, gasping softly at herself and what a mess she was. It was rather embarassing. "Jesus, I'm a wreck." Biting down against her bottom lip, she watched as he wandered off towards a palm tree and turned back around as she went about pulling her sweater off. After another passing moment, she was in her underwear and dipping into the stream, pulling the tie from her hair. The water was a sharp contrast to the heat of her skin, which made her whimper and fidget before she took a breath and disappeared beneath the water before resurfacing and slicking her hair back against her head.

Back turned to Nicholas, she casted a little look over her shoulder to make sure he wasn't looking before she went about cleaning her clothes the best she could given the circumstances. She rubbed her hands all over her arms and legs, her stomach, back and legs to work the salt from her skin before she climbed out a moment later, taking a deep breath as the heat of the sun began to work almost instantly.

"Should I just find a rock to let these dry on?" Spoken with her back to him, still in her bra and underwear, that could serve her as a bathing suit if needed, saved for the really skimpy bottoms. It was clear to see that her skin had been sunkissed before all of this, an even caramel color all over. She wrung the water out of her clothes gently, the tips of her hair having begun to curl into those familiar ringlets. Tiny droplets of water adorned the skin of her shoulders and her back as rivulets continued to flow from her curls.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov

Should I just find a rock to let these dry on?

He fought the urge to turn, to see this new woman fresh from the clear water, the droplets cascading down her body, imagining what her unclothed and revealed form would show.

"A rock will work, but you might want to hang them instead. Dries them faster," he said, fidgeting with the spyglass in his front pocket. "Are you decent, or should I continue to count the leaves on this bush over here?"

 

[MissCheevious]

Isabella

Wringing her clothes out one last time, she nodded to what he said and laughed softly at his question. "Yeah, you can turn around." At least she was somewhat clothed.

She watched as he turned around, her wet clothes in her arms as she slipped her feet back into her sneakers, unsure of where to go from here. She ran a hand through her hair, curls beginning to form a lot faster now as they began to dry. "So it's just you, or are there others with you?" Moving to close the gap between them as she looked up at him, laughing inwardly at what the sight would look like to anyone that may have seen them.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov

So it's just you, or are there others with you?

"There are two others," he said, thinking of Callie and Steve in the cavern, "but they…mainly keep to themselves."

He took her wet clothes from her, taking a moment to take her in. He had not seen such tanned skin in a long time, and it seemed to stir the animalistic urges in him. The sharp contrast between her carmel-colored skin and that of her underwear was intoxicating.

"We…we can go back to…uh…where we are staying," he stammered, taken in by her form. God, stop acting like a jackass, he thought, you've seen women before. "I'm sorry, we found a cavern we have been using for shelter. There is fire and food there, and at least we can survive and stay warm."

He began walking back to the cavern, wondering he should keep Isabella a secret for now, to give the two of them some privacy for a while in the cavern. Or should he try to find Steve and Callie, let them know there were other survivors. The thoughts went back and forth in his head as they followed the stream until they came across the broken hammock.

"It's just past here," he motioned with his arm through the forest. "The entrance is sort of small, at least for me, but it opens up after a bit."

They came to the entrance to the cavern and Romanov stopped and stared at the entrance for a second. No sounds came from inside. Callie and Steve must still be back at the hot spring.

"After you, Isabella," Romanov said motioning to the entrance. "I'll hand you your clothes once you're inside."

 

[MissCheevious]

"There are two others, but they…mainly keep to themselves."

Bella arched a brow at that, before nodding gently, guessing that the two were together in some form or another for them to keep to themselves. "Oh, all right." Clothes taken from her, she had hardly a chance to protest as he did and she let it go as she nodded, casting small looks around as his eyes roamed over her. And although she had not been looking at him, she could feel it and the heat of his gaze was as intense of that from the sun.

She followed quietly, listening just as eagerly as before. Two others. Cavern, stream, food, fire. Warmth. Coming across the broken hammock, she looked over it before continuing to follow and chuckling softly as he admitted the entrance being small for him. I could imagine. The thought made her chuckle to herself, tongue gliding along her bottom lip as she scolded herself mentally.

"After you, Isabella..."

Moving forward slowly, she moved through the entrance and casted another look around before turning and taking her clothes from him as he extended his arm to offer them to her. "Thank you." The garments were now rather cold against her warm skin, making her wince and pull them away from her as she watched him move in.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov

She was the first to enter the cavern, and Romanov just stood holding her still damp clothes, as she crawled into the entrance. The wet fabric of her undergarments clung to her seductively, revealing every line and curve in pure detail.

She'd probably better get out of those before she catches cold and so they can dry, he thought as she turned and took the clothing from him. He retrieved the fish he had cooked for Steve and Callie from the ledge outside the entrance, and squeezed his frame through the narrow opening.

The fire had burned itself down to the coals, and Romanov stocked it almost out of habit, bringing the flames back to knee level so they would radiate heat and keep the cavern at a comfortable temperature. He dropped the palm wrap containing the fish onto the flat stove stone and sat next to the warmth, motioning for Isabella to sit as well. After spreading her clothes out in front of the fire to warm and finish drying, she joined him next to the fire.

"At least we have some of the comforts of home here," Romanov said, motioning to the fire and stove. "There's some fresh fish in the wrap that you should eat once it's warm." The soft crackle of the meat in the wrap and the smell of the baking fish began to fill the cavern.

"I'll be back shortly. We're going to need a place to sleep," he said, and motioned to the bed Steve and Callie had built. "I'm going to go and collect some grasses and fronds, and maybe try to find some good stones to use."

He worked his way back out of the cavern and began quickly gathering up what he needed. There was plenty of the long, reedy grass growing on the slope of the volcano, and the bowling-ball sized rocks were scattered everywhere. In less than half an hour, the pile near the entrance to the cavern was complete and Romanov was beginning to move the materials inside.

Isabella was still warming herself by the fire, and Romanov nodded to her as he began construction. The process was quick, and soon the cavern had two beds in it, both with a fireside view, and separated by a rock outcropping for some inkling of privacy.

"Well, I guess we can add one more luxury to the list," Romanov said, sitting back next to Isabella and unclasping the tops of his coveralls, letting them slide down around his waist. "Sure builds up a sweat though."

 

[MissCheevious]

Isabella

The warmth of the fire was something she welcomed with great relish. Taking a seat next to it as Nicholas stocked it again and it seemed to flicker back to life. The hazel hue of her eyes slowly turned into a color that resembled warm honey as she welcomed the heat of the fire to smooth out the goosebumps that had risen all over her.

Upon his return, she casted another look at him from over her shoulder as she brushed her curls away from her face, watching with interest as he constructed a make-shift bed quickly. He's not human, I swear. The corners of her lips curled slightly as she smiled as he came to take a seat next to her, eyes locked on his fingers that nimbly unclasped the tops of his overalls. The moment the fabric fell away to reveal his broad chest, her eyes were drawn to the scars that adorned it and claimed stake there.

"Wow..." Spoken so faintly it was barely heard, Bella looking back up after realizing that she must have been staring and looked away but yet again felt the heat of his gaze roam over her. "Were you on vacation?" Her attempt at idle chit chat as she placed her hands out in front of her, feeling the warmth of the fire and grateful for it.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov

Were you on vacation?

He had caught her staring at his scars. They covered his shoulders and upper arms, and appeared more prominent under the flickering fire. One scar in particular, where a 320-pound crab pot had broken loose and swung into him, burying the grapple and retrieve hook he had been holding into his chest, stood out clearly in the dying light. The pale, white flesh against his darkened skin served as a reminder of the reason he had left the fishing fleet.

"No, not a vacation," he said, catching her eyes as they traveled up to meet his own. "I worked in the engine room of the ship, mostly below decks, but I'd gone up to close some exhaust and intake vents when the storm hit. I washed up about a mile down the beach, met up with the other two, Callie and Steve are their names, and we found this cavern to take shelter in. Three others eventually found their way here. Two wandered off and one died, so that left just us."

He leaned back slightly from the fire, the heat only adding to the perspiration grazing his brow. As he leaned, he put his arm out behind him, one into the open space to his left, and the other directly behind Isabella on his right. Her soft smile followed his every move, and he returned the gaze onto her body, taking in its shape and color.

She strained to draw every bit of heat she could out of the fire, but the small goosebumps showed signs that they were beginning to win the battle, slowly creeping up her back and arms.

"Here, you'll be warmer over here," Romanov said, as he sat back up. He reached to her and hoisted her off the ground easily, swinging her over onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Is that a little better?"

 

[MissCheevious]

Isabella

It was true, as she listened and tried to gather as much heat as she could, the goosebumps were still rising along her skin as her underwear was drying as she was wearing it and it was getting damper... and colder. But it seemed that in the span of a second, she was up in the air and then in his lap. Gasping softly, she then began to laugh in surprise as his arms wrapped around her waist and she felt the temperature change slightly but it was for a completely different reason.

"Thanks." Her arms resting atop of his own as she shifted in his lap and rested her head against his shoulder, eyes downcasted as if falling asleep but in reality, she was looking over the scars as she had a much better view from where she was now. After a moment she lifted a hand and traced one of the smaller scars across the expanse of his chest gently, wondering how he gotten it before moving her finger to another and tracing it as she did the last one. Feeling him tense beneath her, she pulled her head away from his shoulder and chuckled softly as she pulled her finger away. "Sorry."

 

[Wolk]

Steve moaned softly, feeling Callie's hand stroke his length gently. It was so soft, feeling so nice on his throbbing erection.

Now darling what're you doing back there... I'm just washing you after all...

He grinned back. Two can play this game, although he knew he'd probably lose if they were to measure up restraints at that point. Nonetheless, he decided to tease her a little, like she did him. His hand sneaked down to that lovely triangle between her legs and caressed in gently.

Softly, he ran his palm over her sensitive mound, tickling the tiny short hairs on her sex. It came to his mind that with no razors on this island, in a short while her hair will grow back fully, as will his beard. The thought of Callie with a full-blown bush between her legs made Steve's cock twitch in her soft hand. He couldn't wait!

Slowly, he ran the index finger along her slit, knowing that some of the slick wetness on her lips was not water at all. He kissed her neck softly as he kept running the finger along her opening.

"I think I should wash the inside too, babe." He whispered. "I recall making quite a mess there." A mischievous smile crossed his lips.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov

She adjusted herself and lay against his chest. She would probably fall asleep quickly, he thought, the stress of washing up on shore, the soft heat from the fire…

She began to trace the scars on his chest lightly. Her soft touch sent a shiver through him. The scars themselves had no feeling, dead tissue that only served as a reminder of where he had been, but the skin surrounding them was alive and burning with pleasure. He hadn't felt a touch that soft in quite some time, and was enjoying it.

She moved to a larger scar in the center of his chest, a wide scar from being thrown onto a lower deck in the north Atlantic, if his memory served him correctly. Her fingers ran quietly over it, touching each edge until she had traced its outline twice.

He breathed in sharply, trying to repress the urge to take her right there on the floor of the cavern. He felt the heat in his body rising, and did not know how long he could contain himself with this beautiful and exotic woman perched on his lap wearing nothing but her underwear.

Sorry…

She had noticed his intake of breath. Had she mistaken it for shame? Pain? She chuckled softly. Either way, he enjoyed her touch and never wanted it to stop. He placed her hand back on his chest.

"Don't be," he said, sliding his hand around the back of her neck and laying her head back on his shoulder, "They are just old memories. Nothing more."

As his hand rested on her back, just between the shoulder blades, he set his other hand gently on her knee. The soft feel of her skin, even after all that time in the salted ocean, felt like silk. He breathed deeply again, and slid his hand along her thigh, drawing her closer into him.

 

[MissCheevious]

Isabella

"Don't be, they are just old memories. Nothing more."

As he lead her head back to his shoulder, she nodded gently and wrapped one arm around him as she was pulled closer to him. She definitely felt dwarfed by his size as she was smaller, but well proportioned if you get the meaning.

"How many years had you been working on boats?" Her voice soft as she felt no need to speak loudly as they were so close, her hand coming back up as her finger delicately traced another scar. She thought about what she had just asked, the reality of probably being stuck her until the end of her days sunk in and she closed her eyes but her finger continued to move. After a moment they opened again and she sighed softly.

 

[Alerdene]

She held her breath as his hand slowly went between her legs and she realized she was in trouble now as he meant to tease her right back. She steeled herself against his touch... and lasted perhaps 5 seconds before she nearly melted against him. She felt his hand rubbing gently across her and she frowned slightly, unsure what his thoughts were on the matter... knowing what he was feeling. Not that it mattered since there was little she could do about it. Her legs had been waxed just before the trip and her bikini line as well, so she'd be good for at least a little while there, but there would be nothing she could do about the curly hair she knew would soon lay between her legs.

She forgot what she was thinking of though as his finger pushed lightly along her labia, moist with her arousal already. His hardness twitched and grew in her hands and she whimpered slightly as she heard him,

I think I should wash the inside too, babe. I recall making quite a mess there.

She knew well how skilled his fingers were and knew if he wanted to he could have her begging in a matter of moments. Trembling, she tried to speak normally, her voice still playful though there was an undercurrent of huskiness tinging it.

What a wonderful idea, would you do that for me love?

She stepped sideways with one foot, spreading herself for him even as she bit her lip, determined not to give in too easily.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov

How many years had you been working on boats?

The question caught him off guard and his hands stopped. He had to really think back to his old life, something he hadn't done since become marooned.

"A long time, a long time," he said, lightly running his fingers though her curled hair. "It almost seems like a lifetime ago. I hadn't really thought about it until now. I'd just sort of resigned myself to living my life out here, starting anew. Just trying to survive."

She had closed her eyes and began to trace scar after scar as her hand brushed his chest. Romanov closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself back at his family home, or on the bow of the Isis, the last ship he had sailed on, or in Amy's arms, but the thoughts were clouded, hidden under a shroud of mist. The only things he could focus on, the only things he could make clear, were the beaches, the palms, and now this woman sitting on his lap tracing his scars.

She signed deeply. She was probably going through the same thoughts, the same feeling of isolation and loneliness that he was. One hand slid down to the small of her back and the other held the outside of her thigh closely.

"At least you're not alone Isabella, at least you’re not alone…"

 

[Wolk]

What a wonderful idea, would you do that for me love?

He felt with satisfaction as her legs spread for him, allowing easy access to her lovely peach. Slowly, his finger slid into her. Then out and slowly in again. His lips put a soft kiss on her neck in tandem with his finger's gentle thrust. The free hand went to her heavy breast, caressing it softly.

Little by little his attention grew harder, together with his own arousal and desire for her wonderful body. Soon another finger joined and they were sliding in together, spreading slightly as they went in, then folding back tightly to slide out.

He was almost ready to pin her down and replace those fingers with his hot passionate cock, but managed to restrain himself somehow. Instead he added a third finger and pulled on her nipples. His horny moans joined hers and it was by then plainly obvious this was anything but "just washing".

 

[MissCheevious]

Isabella

"At least you're not alone Isabella, at least you’re not alone…"

Bella lifted her head from his shoulder gently, resting her chin there instead as she watched him with a little smile. "True. Before you found me I thought I was the only one here." Continuing to speak softly, almost a whisper, her eyes locked on his face as her finger continued to roam over the scars slowly and delicately, knowing that they didn't hurt but still being very gentle all the while.

After a moment she tore her eyes away and looked down to the scar she was tracing before bending down gently and kissing it. The moment is brief and fleeting, her tongue brushing against her lips as she pulled away, tasting the salt on his skin before she looked back up to him with another little smile, her blush seen in the dimly lit cavern as his stare bore into her. "Do you think anyone will come this way for us?" Deflecting the attention on her to the question as she looked away.

 

[Alerdene]

She held her breath as she felt his fingers graze her swollen outer lips again, his lips finding her neck as a finger parted her and slid slowly inside. He teased her for a moment this way and she was nearly chewing on her lip to keep from moaning. She managed for a brief time, until his other hand came up to her breast, sliding over it as another finger pushed into her. A soft sound escaped her as she quivered, his fingers doing things inside her that she couldn't ignore, and she began squirming lightly against his hand.

His cock was straining in her hand, swelling and growing and twitching, growing warmer and warmer, droplets of pre-cum sliding down to make her fingers slippery. She gasped as she felt a third finger pushing her slit open even farther to join the others, twisting and opening once it slid in. His fingers began tugging and pulling her nipples instead of the gentle caress from a moment before and her grip tightened on his shaft involuntarily as she trembled, his fingers driving her closer and closer as she writhed against his hand.

Her hands began stroking him, both of them circled around him, creating a nice channel that was slippery with his dripping fluids as he began making similar sounds to match hers. Grinning slightly, she began moving her hips seriously, helping his fingers inside her move, a gasp escaping her every time he spread them wide. Finally unable to stand it, she gave in, unable to figure out how he could stand it so long, her own body ready to scream out if it wasn't fulfilled.

Her voice was low and pleading as she begged him,

I think I'm as clean as I'm going to get baby, now please...

Her body tensed as his fingers spread again, toying with her as he could tell she was close,

Please Steve, I want to feel you inside me, I wanna cum all around your cock baby... please...