She always found lots to do when he was away, and it kept her nicely distracted. But as it got closer to the time for him to come home, she started to think about him more and more. She had just come home from a work-out, still in her shorts and a stretchy top, and popped onto her laptop to get the latest. A story about Japanese architecture caught her eye, and that led to Japanese pencil drawing. Then to some manga cartoons. And then...
"Well, that's a bit different, isn't it" she said to herself.
It was cartoon art with an erotic twist. A few more clicks and a cartoon story popped up. "Nurse Cums to Heal a Lonely Castaway."
"Not sure I'm the demographic for this" she murmured to herself. She clicked another image. "Wow! Then again, maybe I am! That is ... impressive! Unrealistic, but impressive."
She chuckled to herself and clicked back to the first frame.
"Let's see how the story goes!"
A disheveled woman in the remnants of a white uniform clings to the wreckage of a sailboat, straddling a barrel. The sun beats down.
A deserted island appears in the distance, complete with palm trees and white sand beaches. The scene zooms in, past barrels and crates of supplies and a small campsite on the beach. A fire is smoldering, with a haunch of meat on a spit over the glowing embers.
Further into the island's interior, there is an extensive hut made of bamboo lashed together with vines. A man is adding palm fronds to the roof. He's facing away.
The man is tall, with broad shoulders, and a back rippling with muscles. His shoulders and arms gleam with sweat and sunshine.
"Well, hello, beautiful" she said to herself. Click.
The man puts the last palm frond on. "This place would be paradise if it wasn't so lonely" he says to a large parrot.
"Paradise, paradise" says the bird.
"You can say that again" the man says. "And I know you will!" Back still turned, he walks down a narrow path to a pond under a waterfall. The bird flies by.
"Paradise, paradise" says the bird.
"It was funny the first hundred times, bird" the man says to himself. He walks into the water until he's up to his chest and splashes the bird with water.
"Testy, testy" says the bird. He picks up the man's trousers in his beak and flaps away.
The man ducks into the water, and then smooths back his hair. He begins to emerge, the muscles of his shoulders, pecs and biceps gleaming and dripping. He looks down at his crotch as he comes out of the water. Sticking up from between his legs is an erection the size of a can of Pringles, with a head the size of an apple.
"Yep, this would be paradise if only there were someone here other than you and me, buddy. I just wish you weren't always so excitable. Guess I can't blame you. It's been over six months six we've seen a woman."
"Good grief! If you didn't know it was a cartoon, you do now!"
Her eyes were glued to the screen. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly watering, and clicked to the next frame.
The man looks for his trousers off the palm tree where he had left them, but the bird has carried them off. The cartoon frame shows his shadow against the wall of the hut, with an angled shaft blocking out the sun.
"How did he manage to get anything done with that thing getting in the way?"
She shifted in her seat and clicked again.
Back in the ocean, the woman is still straddling the barrel, her legs wide, her skirt clinging wetly to the curves of her rear.
The parrot bird flies over head, and the woman raises up to watch it.
"Good grief. That's ridiculous. And unsurprising, in equal measures. If you had to script a set of boobs for cartoon porn, that would be them. They're like volleyballs!" Click
The name tag on what remains of her shirt reads "Nurse Naomi". The shirt is threatening to burst the buttons that are barely able to hold back the enormous breasts that seem to levitate off her chest in perfect spheres. Nipples showed out, making lines like a little star where they stretched the fabric of the shirt. Her slim waist flared into shapely hips that curved into an ass that pushed up and out, clinging suggestively as she bobbed up and down in the waves.
She paddled forward, towards the island, as the bird disappeared ahead of her.
"I see where this is going." She clicked again.
The man was kneeling at the side of the pond, shaving with a large knife.
The bird flapped a few times and landed beside him.
"Oh, you're back? Where do you go anyway?"
The bird squawked and the man kept on shaving.
On shore, the barrel had found its way into shallow water, its rider on board.
The woman was bent double, pushing the barrel to roll it up out of the water. Her tits hung down, shirt loose, cleavage on full display.
"Of course they're going to give us that angle!" She shook her head and clicked again.
"And that one!"
Now Nurse Naomi was pushing from behind. Her skirt was ripped in exactly the right place. It rode up on her hips, exposing her her ass and her thong panties. The panties barely covered either of her openings as she bent to push the barrel up the sand.
She collapsed to the ground as soon as the barrel was out of the water. Her back was leaned against the barrel, and beads of sweat and salt water dripped down the outlandishly large spheres of her breasts.
A close-up of her face, slightly red from the glare, and lips puffy from the sun.
"I don't even look that good after a ten-minute nap. The detail of the drawing is pretty amazing but the story -- so silly!" Silly as it was, she clicked again.
She began to look forward to seeing how the woman would react to the man. Click
Little wavy lines appeared as the smells of a cooking fire wafted over to Nurse Naomi. Her eyes, surrounded by perfect, thick lashes, went wide. She stood and stretched, her body in all its perfectly cartoonish excess silhouetted against the sunset, then made her way over to the beach encampment.
Hungrily, she pulled pieces of meat from the spit, blowing on it to cool it off before shoving in into her mouth. She found pineapple, and fresh water, and ate as much as she could.
"Wow. I didn't realize how empty I was until I saw that!" She looked around. "I'm glad I could fill my tummy, but someone must be here to make all this. I better go look so I can thank them."
She walked down the path into the interior, until she came to the hut. She didn't notice the man kneeling by the water.
The bird suddenly squawked, and the startled man poked himself with the knife.
"Stop that, you idiot! What the hell kind of bird are you?"
The bird was staring at Nurse Naomi.
"Booby. Booby."
"You're a parrot, idiot. Not a booby. Although you might soon be extinct, too." He gestured playfully at the bird with the knife.
The bird flew to the railing of the hut and looked at the woman. He squawked again. "Booby!"
The man started to get up and turn towards the hut. At the same time, the woman laughed at the bird. "You're cute!"
The man yelped and caught himself in mid turn. Instead of standing up straight, he plunged himself into the water in an awkward sideways dive.
A little thought bubble appeared above her head, with little stars and hearts. And then she shook her head. "That must have been a hallucination. I could not have seen what I think I saw." She had only seen the movement from the corner of her eye, and he had moved so fast.
The bird looked at the woman and squawked again. "Paradise. Paradise."
"Umm, hello?" she said tentatively. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. It's fine. Everything's fine."
"Jeez" he whispered to himself in another thought bubble. "Come on, buddy. You're embarrassing me!"
