Alice pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it aside, her eyes glancing out over the turquoise blue water of the bay at the sandy beach and not at the half dozen men, several of them with video cameras, staring at her.
"Where's my stuff?" Alice asked and slipped her athletic shorts down over her hips.
"There," one of the men who hadn't even bothered to tell her his name said and pointed, "The palm tree that's bent sideways and almost parallel to the ground... your bag's on top of the trunk."
Alice glanced from the man, his eyes never leaving her chest to the beach where he had indicated. It was easy to spot the palm tree, the trunk angling sharply out for three or four feet before again reaching for the sky.
She took a deep breath and tried to delay just a moment more.
"You can tap out now if you like," the same man said causing her to jump, "But if not, you need to take the rest of your clothes off and swim to shore."
"Yea... not gonna tap," Alice said and studiously avoided looking at any of the men on the small boat as she pulled her sports bra up and over her head.
Her C cup breasts bounced free, the warm sunshine and breeze sending tingles through her already hard nipples. Without bothering to look around she reached down to untie the strings of her bikini bottoms and let them fall to the deck.
"Good luck," the man said from behind her as she climbed up onto the gunwale of the boat and then dived headfirst into the crystal clear water.
The water felt wonderful sluicing over her skin, a warm, sensual caress as she proposed through the depths. She let her buoyancy angle her up until she broke the surface with a gasp and turned around to see the men clustered at the side of the boat, cameras in hand to film her. She gave a wave and then turned to swim to shore, her strong breast stroke moving her quickly until she felt her bare feet touch the sandy bottom.
"Fucking pervs," Alice said under her breath, smiling and waving at the men when she stepped out of the water and turned back to face them.
She stood tall and waved, intentionally giving the cameras a view of her tall, slim body. She was a little self conscious of her pubic hair and had to consciously keep from reaching down for her fingers to pull and tug and her kinky patch, much preferring to be waxed. With the prospect of hopefully months before having to go home she had stopped shaving and waxing over a month ago and let her light blond hair grow and fill out while still keeping it neatly trimmed, dreading the unkept bush she'd soon be sporting.
She grinned at the thought of how embarrassing an unkept bush would be and yet knowing that the post editing would blur out the more interesting bits and pieces she had on display. Or would soon be putting on even better display.
"All right, fuck you guys," Alice said softly while still smiling and waving and then turned away to hurry over to her meager stash of belongings.
It was easy to spot the off white canvas haversack hanging on the trunk of the palm tree as well as the large black waterproof case beneath it. There was a small handheld digital camcorder sitting on the branch as well, a red light winking at her to indicate that it was already recording.
Alice picked up the camcorder and turned it back out to the ocean, the boat already underway as it made for a gap in the breakers and towards the open sea. She filmed the boat for a minute until it slipped beyond the breakers and then made sure her long blond hair was out of her face before turning the camera to face herself and smiled.
"Day one, boys and girls!" Alice said while beaming from ear to ear, her blue eyes sparkling, "This is...
"This is crazy, and exciting, and weird, and...
"And oh my god, this is so beautiful!"
Alice turned the camera away from herself and did a slow pirouette while filming the green, lush jungle behind her and the turquoise blue water of the bay and white breakwaters towards the ocean. The sky was a perfect azure blue with only a few brilliantly white puffball clouds.
"I guess... ah, I guess I'll go through what I decided to bring," Alice said after filming her surroundings and opened the canvas haversack.
"Ferro rod," Alice continued, "Everyone's probably brining a ferro rod... pot, axe, knife and rope.
"Nothing really different or exciting from what you'd expect, but...
"I've got a new plan that I've never seen anyone try before and I think will work!"
Alice turned the camera back to herself while she smiled mischievously.
"I'm not going to give away everything to soon though, you'll just have to wait and see," Alice continued, "Now, I have to try and get settled in for the night."
Alice opened the black plastic trunk to find several more cameras, spare batteries, memory cards and even a solar panel to keep her toys charged. After finding a head mounted unit she slipped the elastic band over her head and began to explore.
The next several hours she spent hiking the entire beach of her cove, from the rocky bluffs to the north the tangled mangrove swamp marsh to the south. It felt decidedly odd to be walking around in an unknown place naked, but also exciting and invigorating, the slightest breeze brushing across her nipples or through the downy hair between her legs reminding her of her nudity... and sexuality.
Reminding her of the plan that she had hatched.
"Oh, sweet!" Alice exclaimed when she chanced across a two liter soda bottle, the cap and label long gone, even the neck chewed and ragged from the attention of the ocean, but still a valuable find.
She slipped the bottle into her haversack and continued her explorations until the sun was halfway down to the horizon. She had discovered a basalt cliff a hundred yards into the jungle away from the beach, fresh water dripping from moss and lichen clinging to the black surface and a deep ledge that would serve perfectly for a shelter. It took the rest of the day to drag the case of camera gear to her newfound home, the light quickly fading while she gathered up as many branches and small limbs as she could manage.
"So... first day," Alice said into a camera an hour later after the sun had set with a suddenness that had surprised her, "I've got fire... a roof over my head... water... no food."
Her belly grumbled at the mention of food loud enough to be picked up by the mics. She grinned sardonically and then picked up the camera to pan around the shelter.
"I can stack rocks and wall most of this off," Alice explained and panned around the deep ledge, "Make a crude fireplace or pit I guess.
"Water..." Alice panned over to the tarp she had spread beneath the cliff wall, the drips from the lichen and moss already forming a small puddle at the center, "I'll need to boil it, but that was my biggest worry, just finding fresh water..."
"Tomorrow we'll look for food... hopefully coconuts or maybe crabs... and we'll look to put my plans into action as well," Alice said when she turned the camera back to herself, "And no, I'm still not going to tell you what those plans are!
"Good night, and I will see you all bright and early tomorrow!"
She grinned and then sat the camera down facing the campfire while making sure it was still recording and sat down on the crude mattress she had made of palm fronds and dry grass. She double checked the angle of the camera only a foot or two from her crude bed and then grinned again as she lay down.
Alice would be the very first to admit that she was a sexual creature, depending on what ex you cared to ask, she'd probably be described as a nymphomaniac and be completely comfortable with the label.
A day spent naked, wandering around in an unknown place had sent that sexuality into overdrive.
Alice lay back and let her legs spread apart, a hand caressing her flat, toned stomach, a fingertip stroking over her navel. It was odd not to feel the diamond stud that she'd normally have in her bellybutton, but the rules forbade the contestants from wearing jewelry, even naval jewelry. Or clit piercings.
She let her fingertips move a little lower, to pinch and stroke her hood, a slight moan escaping her at the hard feel of her clit beneath the soft skin of her hood. Her hood was maybe a little more prominent than most women, her inner lips always visible peaking out between her outer lips, and she used one hand to slowly jerk herself off, fingertips pinching her clit beneath the skin of her hood each time she slid downwards before pulling back, her clit momentarily exposed to the cool, night air.
"Ohhhh," Alice moaned, more than aware that the camera would pick up the sounds of her passion, her free hand reaching up to cup and squeeze her breast.
Her hips began to rock in time with her hand moving up and down her hood, her small, even teeth worrying at her lower lip.
"AH!" Alice gasped when the fingernails of her free hand found and pinched her hard nipple.
The dance was one that she knew very well, her body responding to her gentle touches and caresses, hard pinches and exquisite pulling and stretching.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Alice cried out, wanting, needing for the camera to hear her pleasure, her back arching as she felt her sheath squeezing rhythmically in time with the waves of pleasure washing over her.
She collapsed back onto the crude mattress, her legs clamped tightly together while her body still gave small jerks of pleasure. She panted without any attempt to be silent until finally she was able to sit up and reach out for the camera.
"Good night!" Alice said softly after turning it towards her, her face still flushed and hair tousled before brining the camera slowly to her lips and kissing the lens before turning it off.
