Kate twiddled the tiny toy airplane in her hands as she stared morosely at the water-stained calendar lying on the sand at her feet. The tiny numbers that kept track of how long they had been stranded on the island stirred her memories as they marched relentlessly toward their 108th day, February 14th. Tomorrow would mark her 4th Valentine's Day without Tom and it had been even longer since she had experienced any kind of real intimacy with a man. Running from determined federal marshals and hiding out at isolated farms had a way of intruding on an active sex life. Since it looked like they were going to be here a long time she had finally come to the conclusion that it was time to end her celibacy and get her groove back with a nice stiff cock buried in her hot, wet groove.
It hadn't been hard to choose who among the castaways she was going to surrender to. Jack was safe and romantic while Sawyer was the down and dirty no-holds barred choice and while there was more of a chance for a lasting relationship with Jack she wasn't looking for that right now. Sawyer could give her what she wanted. She carefully hid her last tangible link to Tom and left the shelter to satisfy her desire.
The sun was just beginning to set as she made her way across the sand toward Sawyer's campsite passing numerous clusters of people and exchanging quick hellos. She thought about how annoying it was that Sawyer had chosen to isolate himself from the group by staying at the very edge of the living areas, but then she smiled to herself. She planned to exploit that fact for her own satisfaction. The ocean breezes ruffled through the loose fitting shirt that had become her standard clothing since the crash, causing the material to caress her naked breasts. Knowing what she planned, she had left her sports bra behind and the cool touch of the wind coupled with the fluttering cloth was causing her nipples to harden. She hadn't felt this way in a long time and she liked the sensation.
She angled across the beach as she approached her destination until the ocean water was lapping at her feet. As she stared out at the darkened horizon she loosened the midriff knot of her shirt and unbuttoned an extra button to expose what she hoped was an enticing view of the valley between her large, firm breasts. A gust of wind whipped the shirt open, briefly exposing her dark pink areola and nipple which now was almost painfully stiff. She sighed and brought her hands up to cup her firm mounds and ran her fingers over the peaks, pinching them both roughly which brought a gasp of pain and pleasure from her sunburned lips. She flicked open the button of her shorts, feeling a twitch from her now eager pussy and turned toward the flickering firelight at the edge of the jungle. She was ready.
Sawyer was seated in a broken airplane seat next to his fire. Even though the sun had set covering the island in darkness, his eyes were still hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses. Probably scavenged right off a dead crewman, she thought disgustedly. He sat facing the ocean and appeared to be asleep with a tattered paperback book splayed open face-down on one of his thighs. The heat of the day had not yet given way to the cool island night yet and all he had on was a tattered pair of well-worn jeans.
Kate stared at the sprawled body, watching the shadows cast by the fire as they raced up and down his muscular form. She stared at his arms which hung by his sides, knuckles resting on the sand and envisioned them holding her down as he had his way with her. The shadows played across his crotch and she stared intensely at the spot between his legs and wished she had X-ray vision. What kind of cock awaited her behind that faded denim?
"I usually charge women for the look you're giving me, Freckles."
She started as his southern drawl broke the silence. She started to look away but then stopped herself. That's what she was here for so why pretend otherwise. She watched as he titled up the sunglasses to show those penetrating eyes which seemed to catch the firelight and bore right through her. She swiped her hair out of her face and shifted her position so that the breeze pulled her shirt open again and watched as his eyes automatically flicked downward. "I could say the same to you." It didn't come out as sultry as she would have liked but he seemed to catch on.
"Looking for a piece of Sawyer, are we?" He chuckled as he levered himself out of the chair, sending the paperback tumbling to the ground, and stepped toward her. His crooked bad-boy grin spread over his face and she instinctively took a step back. As she did so she glanced downward and gasped at the bulge that now filled out his faded Levi's.
Sawyer paused. His voice lost its menacing quality. "Do you like what you see Kate or is another game to get me to give you more of my supplies."
Hearing her name instead of his usually flippant nicknames surprised her. Sawyer never called her Kate. She stepped forward. "I did come for something."
The menacing tone returned. "You better make it worth my while or you can just march your pretty ass back where it came from."
They were face to face as she slid her finger down his chest and lightly kissed his lips. "I'm sure you'll be pleased," she breathed into his open mouth. Her hand continued down his chest and scratched across the denim-covered bulge, downward until she was cupping his balls. She felt her breath quicken. They were enormous, filling her hand so that it felt like she would need both hands to hold them. She felt his entire body stiffen at her touch.
"Well now that's a mighty fine offer Freckles. Why the sudden change? You ain't exactly been all that nice to me. My jaw still hurts where you hit me." The tone was back but so was the smile.
"You get what you deserve and now you deserve this, Valentine" she said huskily.
He leaned close and put his lips to her ear, breathing hotly as he rasped out his reply. "Let's see what you've got for me."
