Marooned

Several days passed on the island. Laura and Graham had come to accept that they could be stranded there for some time, and although neither of them were particularly happy about that prospect, they realised that there was very little they could do to change it, given that they had no means of getting away. They had one inflatable life raft, that was in no shape to survive the perils of the open sea once again, and nothing else, except a few broken remains of the boat that had marooned them there in the first place. Anything that might have been remotely salvageable was now lost at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

They didn't even really have a clue where they were. Before the nightmare of the boat trip, they had been staying somewhere in the Solomon Islands, but the storm had blown them many, many miles, perhaps even hundreds of miles off course, so there was no way to possibly determine where they had now ended up. It didn't really matter much anyway, the key thing was for them to survive, and they would stand a much better chance if they worked together. But things had got off to a bad start. Laura just wanted to get back to civilization. Graham just wanted some peace to be able to think of a way out. But her constant complaining about their situation was affording him no such luck.

"For God's sake Laura, what do you expect me to do?" he said one morning, as she insisted they try to at least find some way of improving their living arrangements, having just spent the past few nights under a makeshift canopy, comprised of the life raft and some branches they'd managed to break off the eucalyptus trees growing slightly inland.

"Well, you said you're an architect, so surely you can think of something," Laura said.

"I don't really think that particular skill is going to be of much use here, on an island with no tools or suitable building materials whatsoever," Graham huffed. But he couldn't help but sort of agree with her. If they were to be there for some time, they would need a better and more stable structure in which to live. He decided to scout around a bit, to see what he could find that might be usable. They needed more wood to keep the fire going anyway. It had taken long enough to get it started in the first place, so it was imperative they didn't let it go out.

"Right madam, I'll see what I can do then," Graham said dryly, as he stood up and prepared to move off.

"Why do you have to do that?" asked Laura, "treat me like a spoilt child?"

Graham turned back to face her. "Because that's how you sometimes come across," he replied. "Why can't you do this? Why can't you do that?" he mockingly imitated.

"I'm not spoilt in the slightest," she insisted, "in fact if anyone comes across as spoilt, it's you, you stuck up English prick!"

"Somebody did get out of the wrong side of the bed this morning," Graham smirked.

"We don't have a fucking bed, we don't have anything!" Laura shouted.

"You see what I mean? You're such a little brat," he said, turning away once again.

"Oh, fuck off Graham!" she screamed after him.

"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.

"Graham..." The sound of his name, full of raw desire, left Laura's lips in a barely audible moan. The now forgotten firewood fell from his arms as he took a step towards her, and the thud of kindling hitting the sand made Laura's eyes shoot open, to focus directly on Graham's own dark eyes. Dark eyes that were full of a lust and a need that had her cunt clenching in approval. As if sensing her response, Graham's eyes travelled down to her hand that was now frozen, resting against her drenched, puffy lips.

"Don't stop!" he said, his gruff voice breaking the silence, echoing around them to make it seem like there were multiple men demanding her to continue.

Unsure what to do, Laura stayed still. The only movement was the rise and fall of her breasts as her breathing faltered and her heart sped up. Her eyes fixed on him, while she struggled to decide if she should grab her clothes and bolt, or listen to him and resume touching herself. Her fingers flexed against her clit, sending delicious shockwaves all over, her body now insisting that she followed his orders.

"I said don't stop!" - his tone leaving no room for argument. Laura tentatively brought her fingers back to her nipple, grasping the hardened bud, tweaking it between her fingers. The exhilarating pleasure rolled over her body, inciting her cunt to gush with enthusiasm.

Laura watched Graham, his eyes following her fingers as she slowly slid them down between her wet pink lips, his tongue unconsciously licking his own lips as she pressed two fingers into her tight, hot opening. Having only put them in halfway, Laura removed them, bringing them to her mouth. Her tongue lapped and swirled around and between each finger, tasting the creamy juices of her own desire. Wanting more, her tongue drew her fingers into her mouth while her lips sealed tight around them, sucking down every last drop.

"Spread your legs wider and shove your fingers back into your cunt," Graham said, his voice becoming forceful and heavy with need. "I want you to use those same two fingers to fuck yourself."

Feeling intoxicated from the need building in her, Laura moved her hand back down, gliding over her delicate folds, before she pushed the two fingers he wanted inside. Her cunt instantly squeezed them, and the sound of her fingers moving in and out of herself, bounced around them. Her eyes trailed hungrily over his body, widening as she saw his hands move to quickly undo the fastening of his shorts. He lowered both them and his boxers in one swift movement, freeing his now hard cock. Laura gasped at the sight of Graham's cock. She couldn't get over the size of it as it jutted out proudly from his groin, bobbing faintly from the force as it was freed from its confines. Graham's large hand fisted around the shaft, his eyes closing briefly from the contact. He gave two long, hard strokes before his eyes opened, finding hers.

Laura could see the muscles in his bicep and forearm tightening as he stroked hard, the sweat rolling down over his stomach as it contracted with every upward tug of his hand. He stood there watching her fingering her cunt, his mouth hanging open slack jawed.

'Fuck! He is so freakin' hot!' Laura thought, as she started to feel her body hum with the need for release, her greedy cunt wanting what was currently in Graham's hand. Leaning back against one of the palm trees, he spread his legs wide and really let his cock have it, causing Laura to moan as she took in the forbidden show, feeling like she could cum from just watching him.

She was panting heavily, her body lustrous from the humid air and perspiration. Her fingers moved faster, trying to hold off the orgasm that was fast approaching. She was on the edge, and the urge to just tumble over was overwhelming, but she wanted to cum with him. Her eyes devoured his every movement. God, she just wanted to be in front of him on her knees and take the job off his hands, literally. The beads of pre-cum on the tip of his cock shined like diamonds in the morning sun. Her mouth watered with the thought of dragging her tongue across the smooth head of his cock, needing to taste him. His strokes got faster, harder. Laura could sense how turned on he was, imagining how good his cock would feel pounding into her. A deep moan escaped his lips as his head fell back.

"Graham, please?" Laura begged. His eyes flashed up and the arrogant prick smirked at her. Their eyes locked and something passed between them. As if knowing how much she needed it, Graham rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock while growling her name. He got harder and harder, Laura's eyes glued to his cock, in hungry anticipation. His eyes, blazing with heat, locked onto hers.

"Cum!" he grunted at her.

Responding immediately, her body stiffened as she tumbled over the edge, free falling in the sensations washing over her body, and opening her mouth in a silent scream of release. She watched as Graham shuddered, cumming all over his stomach. The moan he let out echoed all around her, as she struggled to catch her breath. His cum looked perfect, thick and creamy, splattered against his skin. Laura's eyes widened as she watched him smear his cum over his stomach.

Even if she could have managed to speak, Laura was lost for words. Still reeling from how hard she had orgasmed, and what had happened between her and Graham, she hadn't quite registered him moving to pull his shorts back up from around his ankles. It was only when he spoke that Laura came crashing back down to earth.

"I hope this means you're in a good fucking mood now," he said, the harsh words tossed over his shoulder as he walked off.