"Don't worry, I'm gone," he spat, marching off. He was fuming. He'd had just about enough of her running on at him, and seriously wondered how long they could really tolerate each other in such close proximity with nobody else around. But he couldn't deny the attraction he still felt to her, regardless of that. She was a very pretty girl, and he was a man with needs. Needs that had been neglected for far too long. And here he was, on this island with her. Just her.
His mind started to wander onto thoughts of her again, dirty thoughts that definitely shouldn't have been in his head at all. He thought about the heat and feel of her smooth, toned skin beneath his fingers, her firm, rounded breasts cupped in his hands, her warm, wet pussy clenching his cock. But the type of wood he wanted to give her was not the type of wood that was going to help them in their current predicament. And so, he decided to keep focused on his mission for the time being, as he walked on through the rainforest.
Meanwhile, back at the camp, Laura paced back and forth, getting worked up the more she thought about Graham and how he treated her, like she was an inconvenience who was always in his way.
"Prick!" Laura muttered under her breath. 'Where does he get off, thinking he can speak to me like that?' she thought.
Her pacing had burnt off the initial red-hot anger, leaving her body buzzing with the residual flood of adrenaline from the argument. She hated any kind of confrontation, but being with someone 24/7 and with nowhere to escape from each other, it was only natural that they would get on each other's nerves, Laura tried to rationalise. She realized that a lot of her anger simply stemmed from her own pent-up sexual frustration. Her marriage had lacked any sort of physical contact for the last couple of years, and now here she was, alone on this island with a handsome stranger, possibly stranded there for life.
She didn't know how much more of his 'I'm the boss' attitude she could take. But if she was being completely honest with herself, she would admit that when he barked orders at her, in his deep gruff voice, she secretly got a thrill. She thought back to an incident a few days earlier when he had a go at her for putting the firewood in the wrong place, and couldn't help but think how sexy his voice was the more agitated he got. Watching him gesture to where the wood should be placed, caused her to focus on his large hands, quickly getting lost in thoughts of them running through her hair. Her eyes had travelled up imagining how the short beard he was now sporting would tickle against her skin, how his lips would feel against her own. She imagined his hands fisting in her hair, pulling her head back as he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss would be brutal in a hard, punishing way. His teeth sinking into her lower lip, nipping at it before he'd run his tongue over it to soothe her swollen lip. As she had watched him go off on a rant, not taking in a word he was saying, she couldn't help but feel aroused.
She was finding it increasingly hard to distract herself from these types of thoughts she was having about Graham. She just wasn't ready to confess that if circumstances were different, she could easily find herself enjoying his company. When he did deem her worthy enough to speak to, she was amused by his dry, sarcastic wit, and that just pissed her off more, because she really shouldn't like him. She was married for God's sake, and from the little he had said about himself, she wondered if perhaps he was too.
Sighing in defeat, Laura lowered herself onto the log that Graham had brought back to camp one afternoon. He had found her that morning crying quietly to herself, and when he asked, she blamed it on the lack of seating, but really it was because the whole situation had got to her and she had been feeling overwhelmed. She suspected he had known the real reason for her tears, and was grateful he hadn't questioned her further, so she was touched when he brought the log back later that day, asking once again if she was ok.
Sitting on it now, she couldn't deny the fact though that she was attracted to him, no matter how conflicted she felt or how hard she fought against it. She just needed to feel his hands on her again, and not just a comforting pat on the shoulders, she wanted to feel his rough, calloused hands on her skin as he removed her clothes, exposing more of her body for him to explore. She wanted to feel his mouth on her neck, sucking and marking the delicate skin. She wanted to feel the stiffness of his cock pushing through the wet folds of her womanhood.
Laura couldn't hold it back any longer. She needed to release some of the tension that had been building inside her for days, the only way she knew how. Glancing around to make sure that Graham was out of sight, she undid the button of her shorts and dragged the zipper down. Lifting her hips off the log she shimmied the stiff denim and plain white bikini bottoms down her long slim legs, now a rich golden colour from the sun, kicking them off from around her ankles. The contact from the humid air hitting her exposed skin caused her to take a quick shallow breath through her teeth. The hissing sounded loud in the silence. Laura quickly looked up, double checking that she was definitely alone. Sliding off the log, she sat on her discarded clothes on the sand, not wanting to waste any more time.
Sitting there with the heat of the sun beating down on her, Laura ran her hands down over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden beneath her top. Rolling a nipple between her thumb and index finger, she let out a soft moan, quickly biting her lip to try and keep quiet. Her fingers continued to play with her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples. With every pull on her nipples, her clit pulsed in response. Her cunt was now slick with arousal. Slowly Laura moved her hand lower, her fingers moving over her smooth mound, sliding between her wet lower lips and dipping to her entrance, but not yet entering. She collected the silky moisture there, before dancing her wet fingertips up across her clit. Her eyes closed. Lost in her own pleasure, Laura didn't see or hear Graham approaching.
As he walked into the camp, he stopped dead, shocked by the sight that greeted him. Laura was sat on the sand, propped up against the makeshift seat. Her head was tipped back and her long dark hair, a mess of tangled curls, tumbled over the log, the ends of her dark hair a sharp contrast to the brilliant white sand it brushed against. Her left hand was clutching at her breast, the rings on her finger reflecting the sun and her other hand was between her spread legs with her fingers rubbing her glistening clit. Laura's skin glowed from the slight dusting of perspiration on her body, as if being caressed by the sun.
'God, she looks like every teenager's wet dream,' Graham thought. His cock was quickly hardening, seduced by what he saw.
