My pubic hair pricked at my fingers. I had always kept myself shaved down there, the smooth sensation a wonderful thing. But I had no razor here. So my nether region was covered in prickly little hairs, that, to be honest, only made it harder to ignore my desire with such a long forgotten sensation against my panties.
I worked my fingers in and out. Letting my soft inner walls squeeze around them. No, not my fingers, the cock of my lover. A strong rescue party member who had found our island, finding me first. His rippling muscles visible through his shirt. We wouldn’t have to say anything. He would take my slender waist in his arms and our bodies would collapse to the jungle floor. My coconut bowl of fruit spilling out beside me as he rips my pants off. Before I could even dare to wriggle away he would be in me, thrusting powerfully, pushing me into the dirt with his rhythm. His mouth sucking at my breasts.
I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my breast from my bra, squeezing and playing with my nipple as I imagined he would. My moans came louder and quicker as my hand hastened. With one final thrust, my knees clamped together around my hand and I writhed on the jungle floor.
As my breathing returned to normal I opened my eyes to see the blue sky through the canopy above. My hand was soaked in my juices and my clothes were covered in dirt. I reached over to one of the bushes and wiped my hand dry on it.
As I did, I heard a twig snap nearby. I sat up with a jolt. Wide eyed. Was there an animal nearby?
The sound of someone running away through the jungle greeted me. I shuffled on my knees over to the bush and peered through it. The unmistakable back of Kyle could be seen running through the trees.
‘Oh god!’ I moaned, sitting back and putting my head in my hands. Had he seen me? Had he heard me?
I pulled my panties and shorts back up and re-buttoned my shirt. What was I going to do? What was there to do? Out here I couldn’t hide away from him in my room, drowning in humiliation.
No, as much as I dreaded it, I had to talk to him about what just happened. We were relying on each other for survival out here. We couldn’t just let an awkward silence stay between us. No matter how uncomfortable it would be to address. We would have to learn to be much more open with each other.
With a sigh, I stood from my hiding place and made my way back to the cave.
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The conversation went about as well as it could. I didn’t feel the need to go into any detail about what had happened, only to say that I wasn’t mad at him.
He seemed okay with it, though over the next few days I caught him looking at my breasts and ass a few times. I couldn’t help but feel bad for him. I had been so horny after just a month, I could only imagine how sexually frustrated he was. Having seen me out there in the jungle would only have made it worse. He was only human.
Though, I would soon find myself making it even harder for him.
One morning when Kyle headed off try fishing again, I headed into the jungle to gather some fruit for our lunch. Feeling adventurous, I headed far beyond where I usually forage. Toward the rocky peak.