Author's note : Just another story I picked up from watching some movies. It always intrigued me what two culturally different people would get up to... Of course, it is just a fantasy, and everyone is over 18...
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It was a classical Robinson Crusoe stranding on an island in the middle of nowhere. And while that brave soul had nobody to converse with, I was left on an island with a particularly beautiful woman who was less than compatible with me...
Things all started when we held our annual pre-summer holidays on a motor-yacht. The company we rented from explained to us that their machines had the latest mod-con navigation systems, which basically meant they would program our route for us on the yacht's master computer, and it would steer and driver itself according to the route that was planned for it. That meant no crew, which was what we wanted.
Our office consisted of twenty workers. eleven women and nine men. Four of the women decided not to come with us, while two of the men, the married ones, decided it would do their marriage no good if they took a week-long trip, holed up with around half-a-dozen nubile women. I pitied them. We all decided that it would be a week's partying, and if nature took its course, we all would comply.
So it was that the fourteen of us decided to book the Santa Cruzeira motor-yacht for an up-the-coast cruise around the remotest parts of Brazil. We would meander around the outskirts of the Amazon basin, where the river flowed into the sea amidst a plethora of islands.
Things went really bad from the outset. Well, at least for me. On the very first night, while partying below decks, (due to the rain) I had decided to take a breather on the deck, which I was hoping would be empty at that time of night. The ball had not really started rolling, but I had eyed Cassandra leeringly, who was swinging her tiny tits in a provocative way, white shirt all drenched and her brown long nipples practically begging to be sucked. I had grabbed my groin in a forbidden show of lust, and she gyrated her hips, poking out her long tongue around her lips. Instant Karma. I thought however that it would be quite imprudent of me to take the first step, so I took it easy, laying off the beer and pot that was in plentiful abundance.
On the deck I lit a cigarette, and hearing a noise, looked behind me, only to see Emma walking towards me. Damn, it would have to be Emma. Let's say that things were not really fine and dandy between me and her. Both employed on the same day, she was a bitch-queen-of-the-office type of girl who could make tulips look ugly. Her walk, clothes, make-up, and work were always touted as being the best in the office, but truth be told, nobody really respected her at all.
Oh, she was hot and desirable enough for any hot-blooded male, or female, come to it.
I could see that she had a rolled joint in her hand, drawing deeply on it, and chugging back the wine. This loosened her 'Holier than thou' attitude to me, and we found that we could string a few phrases at each other without sniping or snapping. I guess it was the dope and the drink opening her up.
She lay beside me on the red-leather lounge at the back of the boat, separated only by the large plastic drinks-cooler, now only filled with ice-water, smoking and actually asking me why her colleagues didn't like her.
"I don't have any real friends you know" she said "just colleagues whom I absolutely have to talk to in the course of the day."
It all happened at that moment. A freak wave hit the leading edge of the yacht and we were thrown up, cooler and all, a few feet into the air. Enough height to have the boat slide from under us and throwing us on the sloping back edge of the yacht. I tried to grab at the chrome railing but it was out of my reach and as I was sliding down into the water saw Emma hit the bottom of the slope with her head, knocking her out. The red smear left behind was quickly cleaned by the next wave, and with a rising sense of panic, I saw the girl face-down in the water, starting to sink.
I swam to her, fearing for her life but was relieved to note that she was only knocked out. I turned to the boat, shouting myself hoarse. Alas, there was no-one on deck apart from us two at that moment, and at the rate the party was going, it wouldn't be until noon tomorrow that we would be missed.
I treaded water, holding Emma's head above the waves, wondering for a moment whether there would be sharks in that particular corner of the world. Something bumped against my head and I nearly screamed, but it was only the water-cooler bobbing on the waves. At first, I kicked it away, only to spend a lot of energy in going back for it. I realised that it was three-quarters full of water, a liquid that would serve us well if we were to survive in that hostile environment. I knew the sun would beat upon us mercilessly.
I draped Emma as well as I could on the chest. I ripped the bottom part of my shirt into a serviceable bandage and bound her head. At best, it would stop the bleeding. As I finished, I could not help looking at her in the bright moonlight.
Her white shirt was obviously soaked through, as was her thin bra, swept aside by the force of our crashing into the water, with the effect that one of her breasts had slipped out, pale and beautiful in the dark light. She had large brown nipples, totally erect because of the cold. I decided to slip her breast back in her clothing, but not before hefting it in my hand and running my thumb over the brown nub, hard as steel.
Even unconscious, she must have felt me and she groaned, moving her head slightly. Guiltily I removed my thumb and put her breast back in her clothes.
I thanked what kind of gods elected to chuck the cooler in the water with us as it made for a very good flotation device. I also laid my head on the cool plastic as I was thoroughly exhausted with my efforts. I held on to Emma from her armpits, and looping my arms through the handle, decided it was a pretty solid fit, before succumbing to a deep sleep.
My slumber was abruptly broken by Emma, who was trashing around and seriously threatening to crack open the ice-box and lose our precious water.
"Help, help" she screamed. "I can't swim."
"Relax" I shouted, trying to get through her panicked haze "Shut the fuck up. All you need to do is just stop and shut up!"
She was unaccustomed to being talked to in that way, and promptly was shocked into silence. Her hands on the handle were a death grip, and I was afraid she might snap them off.
"Look, all you got to do is relax. Hold on to the handles, but only lightly. Your body is buoyant, you won't sink. I promise."
She breathed deeply, relaxing some of her tightness. I sighed with relief. It was only then that I had slept through the night and the sun was well into its' arc in the sky. I looked at my waterproof chrono, seeing that it was already nine.
"What the fuck happened anyway? Why are we here? Where's the boat?" she asked.
"We were making out on the lounge" I lied to her, "and a freak wave threw us up in the air and over the transom. Thank the stars we have this ice-cooler to hold on to."
"We were making out? That's not even possible!" she replied haughtily.
"Surprising what some pot and wine will do to you huh?" I hinted.
"I can't believe it. Me and you eh?"
"Yep, nice big nipples, and I really like the way your pussy felt without panties. Nice, big fat and bald. How did you get it so smooth?"
"Okay, no need to rub it in" she replied. "I don't like wearing panties. Smoothness comes from electro-depilation."
"Nice, really nice. Well, I tell you what. We are in a big fucking mess." I told her.
At that point she felt the bandage and touched her brow, wincing in the process. I told her that she had hit her head badly, and I was worried that she would drown before I got to her. I also pointed out how much I had shouted to grab attention. I exaggerated a bit about saving her. I thought it would help ease matters a little.
We fell silent after a while, understanding what a dilemma we were in. The yacht owners had told us they had programmed a course far and away from prying eyes and ships. The chance of being rescued was, at best, very slim. In all probability, we would die here, and nobody would be any wiser as to what had happened. The guys and girls on the yacht would probably catch some heat for our disappearance, but inevitably, knowing nothing, they could not be held to blame.
I looked up at the sun, a big ball of fire slowly stewing us, and ducked my head beneath the waves to keep my head cool. That wasn't an option with Emma's fear of the water, so I suggested she pull her shirt over her head.
"Look, I know you don't like it, but, in truth, it is the sensible way to do things. Unless you cover your-head, you'll fry. Sunstroke isn't too kind on your fair skin."
"It's just that I'll be practically naked. The bra is white, or transparent in the water." she replied.
"True, but would you rather I perv on your tits and keep you safe, or have an agonizing pain all through your body? I can't do sacrifices to save you. Can't you see you wouldn't last long?" I said.
She finally relented and nodded her acceptance. I took care not to touch her as I raised her wet top and draped it over her head. I kept her shoulders covered too as they were already reddening up.
"There you go" I soothed her. "Barely visible bra. And it's not as if I have never seen breasts you know."
"True...but being a co-worker. You know, office rules...hell, what am I saying? The office is a zillion miles away! And we were getting juicy you said." she smiled sadly.
After a while, I nodded off to sleep, lulled by the bouncing motion of the waves and the heat of the relentless sun. I woke up at dusk, totally parched. There was no way we could drink unless Emma released her grip on the handles. I explained slowly to her what she needed to do to transfer her hands to my back, and then only touching.
This she did with extreme slowness, deathly afraid of slipping under water. Once the precarious hold was there, I cracked open the cooler, sighing with relief as I realized it was full of bottled water in ice. No wonder it sat low on the surface. I pulled a bottle out, quickly closing the lid in case salt water got into the packed slivers of icy coolness.
Emma snailed her way back to the cooler, and I grinned at her in the fading light. At least the water would keep us from instant death. I figured that if I read correctly, there were about twenty bottles.... one a day would keep us around three weeks. Unless we were eaten by sharks. As for food, it was simple. We didn't have any. I took a slug, and passed the bottle to the girl, amazingly still radiant and beautiful despite this ordeal, and of course, the bandage. She sipped sparingly and closed it tightly, before handing it to me. I stuck it in my shorts pocket, closing the zipper on it firmly. It wouldn't do to lose even a precious drop.
"Listen, why don't you grab some shut eye? I'll keep a close watch on you. Losing you would be a tragedy now. I'll hold you."
Her tenderness and helplessness in this situation made my heart go out to her. Funny how a bad situation changes people.
