‘We can set something up on the beach for that. We need somewhere safe to sleep tonight. Out of the elements in case it rains.’
I gave a small chuckle. ‘I should be the responsible adult here.’
Kyle was thinking clearly; planning ahead. I should be the one doing that, not relying on my son to look after me.
‘Okay,’ I said, unwrapping my arms. ‘We should look for food and water, too.’
‘You’re onto it, mum. I didn’t take you for the wilderness survival type.’
Despite the worry that gripped me, I couldn’t help but smile at him.
‘How do you know? I was quite adventurous before you were born.’
~
We did set up a sign on the beach. ‘Help’ spelled out with rocks. Though, with each passing day, it seemed less and less likely that someone would come. Soon, a month had passed and we were still here.
We made do, though. All throughout the island were bushes and trees bearing various fruits and nuts. That must have been what the birds survived on. There didn’t appear to be any other animal on the island, though. Our first few nights were spent with one eye open, but we soon grew confident. Kyle even began trying his hand at spear fishing. He hadn’t had any success yet, but he swore he was getting close.
Near the rocky peak in the centre of the island we found a spring. Its waters spilling down a creek until it reached the sea. With that we had everything we needed to survive as long as it took to be rescued.
My routine changed to suit my new life. Collecting fruits and nuts in hollowed out coconuts to bring back to our cave. Doing the same with water from the spring. The tracks through the jungle soon became familiar to me. All the while my feet became tougher with each trek. Developing callouses to protect them from the rocks. I was becoming a real wild woman.
Though, there was one part of my old self that refused to change.
I walked back to the cave and placed the fruit that I had collected on the rock that had become our makeshift table. Kyle was nowhere to be seen. He must have been fishing again.
Good.
I snuck out of the cave and disappeared into the jungle, diverting from my usual tracks. With little to do or entertain my mind, I often found myself daydreaming. Especially the times when I gathered the fruits and nuts alone. I had always been a sexual person. Maybe I just had a higher libido than most people, but I had always enjoyed frequent uses of my vibrator. Late at night, when Kyle had gone to bed, I would lock my door and pull it out. Writhing in the sheets as the pulses coursed through me.
Was it sad that I missed my vibrator more than I missed my sheets?
And so, after a month on this island, with little relief, it was hard to keep my daydreams tame.
I found a place surrounded by bushes and squatted down behind them. After a quick survey to ensure I wouldn’t be seen, I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them, and my panties, down.
My pussy was flushed and practically dripping. It was cruel to deny myself so much. I wasted no time in plunging my fingers inside me. A slight moan escaped me. My clit was begging to be touched. I sat back on the ground, feeling small rocks poke into my butt, and started to rub my clit with my other hand.