Lesbian Seduction: Stranded 2
With the blessing of the author, I have created this revised version of their excellent story. If you haven't read hr6183's Stranded stories I highly recommend it. All characters in sexual activities are 18 or older. Nitpickers, please accept that the narrative occasionally is the first person from the POV of the main character and that the grammar is how I intended it to be. Thank you and I hope that you enjoy this story. Let me know what you think.
Upon returning to port in Port Royal I learned from my associate that my boat had been found. When the storm hit the crew members that I had left to mind the boat was tossed about in such a manner that one cracked their head on something hard to the point the remaining crewman felt their life might be in jeopardy so they returned to port to get them medical assistance. The situation being what it was I told my crewman that they made the right choice. The Brenners, my crew, and I were only inconvenienced for two days, and in the grand scheme of things I made out very well. It was another charter ship that found us on the island but we radioed my boats and let them know they could return to port. The boat itself was no worse for wear but after the ordeal, I hired another hand to work my boat and my number two would cover my tours.
Once that was done I made it a point to go visit Susan in the hospital. Fortunately, she only had a slight fracture. Her cast was made before sunset and she was only staying in the hospital for the night. Talking to Calvin I learned that his father had extended their trip a week to make sure his mother's ankle would be well enough for travel. The doctor estimated that it would be a month before she would either transition to a waterproof cast or no cast at all. I never saw Jasmine during my time visiting the hospital. I was really hoping to at least talk to her once. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be a possibility.
Since my crew was handling the tours for me I decided to catch up on my paperwork. As the warm Port Royal sun came blasting through my window I did my best to consume myself with work and try to forget the beautiful young woman that had ignited such unbridled passion within me. I have long since lost count of how many women I have bedded during my seven years in Port Royal. Each and every one of them was beautiful and I treasured the moment but that was all they were... fleeting moments. However, there was something about this young beauty in particular that told me that I would never forget her.
It was Friday night and I had just handed out the paychecks to all of my staff before they went off to enjoy their weekend. As most guests are preparing to return home there are currently no charters booked for the weekend which will give me time to myself. The sun was still bright and I was closing up for the evening.
As I was clearing off my desk and locking up for the weekend I heard a small rap on my door and I yelled, "We're closed."
I was locking up my desk when the rapping continued. Rather than yell again I sighed and made my way over to the door. Opening the door, much to my surprise, I found Jasmine standing on the other side looking as beautiful as the last time I saw her. Words seemed to escape me as my heart froze, then skipped a beat. She was like a tanned goddess and I was her disciple. Jasmine was wearing a simple Floral-print Falbala cropped spaghetti strapped mini dress. It was virginal white, the floral print was grey and the dress stopped mid-thigh. She wore a simple pair of white flip-flops and looked like an angel. The outfit was simple really but she made it look so damn irresistible. But in my opinion, she could make a burlap sack look sexy!
Once it started beating again my heart began pounding harder and harder. I think my lust, my yearning for this young woman had long ago turned into something more. Without hesitation, I pull her through the door frame and shut it behind her. Any resistance she might have once had when we first met seemed to have evaporated the day Jasmine walked into my cave and gave herself to me willingly. I lean in and kiss Jasmine, softly, lovingly, and with all the passion for her that I had. I hear my tanned goddess whimper into my mouth as our lips remain locked in our heated embrace. Time seems to stop and only after I feel her start to pull away from me do I disengage my lips from hers.
Jasmine slowly opens her eyes as I do and I hear her whisper, "I'm... I'm sorry... I..."
But before she could finish I hushed her lips and said, "Shh... you're here now, nothing else matters."
Jasmine smiles, happy knowing that I am not mad at her. Despite the hurt feelings I had since our separation it was easy to forgive her as I understand her plight. Until recently she was a completely normal straight girl. Then she met me and in a short period of time, like a force of nature, I seduced her to my wicked lesbian ways. I relish the feel of Jasmine's smaller feminine frame as it remains pressed firmly against my larger more masculine body.
I kiss her cheek, along her neck and in doing so I inhale Jasmine's sweet-smelling perfume. Jasmine smelled like a woman should, sweet and pure with a hint of naughtiness. I put my hand behind her neck and guided her head towards mine again and kissed her luscious lips with all the passion and desire that had been building in me since the last time I made love to her. As our lips danced in a passionate embrace, Jasmine willingly wrapped her arms around my neck and opened her mouth, inviting me in. Our tongues met and danced across each other as we kissed.
Over the next couple of minutes, we continued kissing right in the middle of my shop. It occurred to me that I failed to lock the door yet it also excited me that anyone could walk through the door at any moment and see the two of us making out but at this moment in time, neither of us seemed to care. At this moment in time, Jasmine and I were oblivious to the outside world. We were both in a state of bliss. As far as I was concerned, simply kissing this beautiful young woman in my arms was just about the best thing in my life. In the back of my wicked mind I knew that I wanted more, and hopefully so did Jasmine.
Feeling Jasmine's supple body young body writhing in my arms again made me feel so alive. God, I wanted her. I wanted her badly! It took every ounce of self-control that I had to keep myself from picking her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, marching over to my desk, and having my way with her right now. But as much as I wanted to take her at this very moment, I didn't want to rush her and risk frightening her away again. I wanted Jasmine to always feel safe with me. I wanted her to give her heart to me. I wanted this little girl to be my woman... my wife.
When the kissing finally subsided, we move over to my chair. I sit down and pull her into my lap. Her ass slides back against me and I can feel her hot pussy which is soaked, as she presses herself against my sex.
I whispered in her ear, "I missed you so much, baby! I didn't know if I would ever see you again."
"I'm sorry... I had things to work out in my head. My dad extended our stay in Port Royal for another week to give my mom's ankle heals a bit more," Jasmine explains.
"There is no better place to rest and relax than Port Royal," I inform my young lover.
"I... I missed you, Tam... I'm sorry I haven't been by to see you. I... I guess I freaked out. I just... I don't know. I was just so confused."
Tilting her face to mine I looked her in the eyes and kiss her nose. "Hey... I get it. I can come on a little strong sometimes," I said pausing. Jasmine says nothing as she awaits what I have to say next. "All that matters is that you're here now."
"I had to work out my feelings for you and my boyfriend back home... or my ex-boyfriend I should say," Jasmine tells me.
"Ex?" I ask just because I'm overly curious.
"Yes... my best friend sent me a photo of my so-called boyfriend, sucking face with the town slut. It seems since I wasn't putting out for him during the school year the moment I left town they started going at it and they weren't concerned about being subtle."