As the pontoons of the seaplane separated from the calm waters of the small harbor, two sentences of Uncle Frank's parting conversation echoed through my head - "Are you sure?" and "See you in a month." All of a sudden I felt more alone than I'd ever felt before. A tear rolled down the side of my nose. I waved until I could no longer see the plane.
The sound of the plane's engine was now gone and the silence was overwhelming. I'd been camping alone before, but the separation of this land from other land by the ocean intensified the isolation. There was only the infrequent sound of the waves. I clicked on the short wave radio and the one voice that came in clearly was a French man speaking. Of course I didn't understand anything he said. I clicked it off.
Frank often talked about his part of an island and how the rest of it was uninhabited. I took him at his word. He and Peggy had actually lived here with several other couples, but now it was just a place for them to get away a few times a year.
A month of self-imposed isolation sounded like exactly what I needed but I understood how crazy that sounded. My friends made sure I knew they thought it was crazy.
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The queen-sized mattress lay on the floor, the end centered near the open French doors of the one room cottage so I could watch the pounding ocean waves. The morning sun was peaking above the horizon. There were other things pounding like my heart and my hand between my legs. To me there was no other sound that turned me on more than ocean waves.
A warm salty breeze blew across my naked body as my toes curled. "Ah-h-h," I gasped one last time before I fell limp on the mattress. That was such a nice way to wake-up. The ceiling fan turned slowly and I watched while I relived the pleasurable feelings of a few minutes ago.
I thought about getting up, but I tasted one of my fingers and decided it wasn't yet time. The second and third fingers convinced me it definitely wasn't. A fingertip touched my clit, sore but still excited, and a tremor raced over my body. "Fuck-k-k," I screamed just as a wave broke. My knees pulled up to my nipples on the next touch of my clit. My feet moved higher. From where I lay it looked like the fan blades would strike my toes. I managed to press a finger hard against the inside of me. "Ah-h-h," was all I could say.
Leaning against the door eating a grape, well more sucking on the skin at first, then swallowing it almost whole, I stared at the white crest of a wave just before it fell onto the rest of the water. As one wave after another broke, I could almost feel earlier orgasms one more time.
Naked, I took my bag of grapes and strolled towards the surf. The white sand was warm. It filled the space between my toes each time I dragged a foot. This was going to be the best time of my life and I was in no rush to do anything. Today was my first full day here.
I walked along the edge of the surf without a care in the world and popping a grape in my mouth every dozen steps or so. Damn the day was perfect. Everything about it was just so great.
An uncontrollable rage poured over me suddenly. "Fuck you Harold!" I yelled as I tossed the next grape into the water. Harold was my ex-husband. What a bastard. I felt better for having yelled into the wind even though no one could hear me.
I walked away from the surf toward what appeared to be a forest or maybe a jungle, small and not very dense. I followed a path and was curious to learn more about where I was living. The overhanging branches formed a soothing canopy and in the distance I could hear falling water. Not sure what I would encounter, I walked slowly forward. The soft breeze, probably caused by whatever was making the sound I heard, blew gently against my nakedness.
Around a bend by a tall palm tree, I finally saw a low waterfall about 10 feet in height with its water landing in a large lagoon. The edges of the lagoon were made of sand and proved inviting. My toes dipped into the coolness of the dark blue water. I walked further out until the water touched me high between the legs. I stopped for a moment and then thrust myself forward with my head underwater.
I stopped, not able to touch the bottom and treaded water while looking around at the magnificent Garden of Eden I'd discovered. I swam towards some rocks under the waterfall and pulled myself up onto them. Depending on where I sat either the water fell on me or in front of me. I loved both.
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The days passed quietly and uneventfully with a combination of swimming in the surf and visits to the lagoon. It was the fifth visit to the lagoon when I heard a voice as I reached the tall palm. I stopped and looked.
"Feels so good," a man said as he lowered himself into the water and splashed around.
Hiding behind the palm, I watched. I was expecting to be alone on the island and I had no idea where this man had come from. Fear was my first reaction and I struggled to calm myself. A cool gust of wind caused me to sneeze before I could do anything about it.
He stopped and looked around. "Who's there?"
I took a few steps towards the lagoon. We stood facing each other, our bodies bare and equally exposed.
"Where did you come from?" I yelled back.
"I should ask the same thing. I live at the north end of the island."
"I'm staying at my uncle's place at the south end."
He began wading toward the shore. "You have a name? I'm Josh."
I was speechless as I looked at his body. It was the body of an older man and his cock was hanging well past where such body parts usually stop. Not that I was an expert on such matters. He stopped maybe 10 feet from me. My voice returned. "Janet" was the one word that came out.
"Don't run. I won't hurt you."
With the way Josh was hung, the last thing I was worried about was being hurt, I was more worried if my heart would stop as he drove himself repeatedly inside of me.
"Are you okay?"
It took a few more moments before I spoke. "Ah ... sure. Just being slow trying to decided if I should run or not."
"Glad I wasn't going to attack you."
"Guess I'd been history wouldn't I?"
Josh reached a hand out as he came closer. "Want to come in?" He sounded gentle.
I didn't think about it, I just took his hand, nodded my head, and followed him until the water was nearly to my shoulders. Letting go of his hand, I rolled over and floated on my back. I could feel his hands touch my back and hip as he supported me.
I watched his eyes as he examined my body.
"I hope you don't mind me holding you."
There were many things I might have minded, but strangely I didn't mind anything that was happening to me right now.
"It feels nice," was all I said as I continued to rest on his hands.
He lowered the hand under my hip and my thigh brushed against something that felt like it might extend to the edge of the lagoon. "Oh-h," I gasped. My feet touched the bottom and I stood facing him.
He stepped back a little. "Pardon me."
I reached down and touched it with my hand. "Its huge."
"I like the way you're touching it."
His eyes had a glimmer, his face filled with a pleasing look. My fingers slid along the length of the shaft. "Uh-huh." I smiled for a moment as I continued to touch him. "I don't want to be pregnant."
"I'm sterile."
"Okay." Guess that might have sounded like a strange reply, but it was all I could think of to say.
"Sorry I'm so much older than you, you're..."
"24."
"Well I'm 60."
"You look good." He looked better than 'good'. Again my ability to find the right words seemed impaired.
My fingers curled around his cock. It almost seemed they weren't long enough. The way we were standing, my mouth was right in front of his.
"Likewise," he whispered.
Josh leaned forward until our lips barely brushed against each other. A finger touched my nipple and I jerked forward. Our lips pressed hard against each other. His hand replaced the finger as his tongue slipped between my lips. I inhaled pulling his tongue deeper into my mouth. Everything felt good, felt very good.
I could feel the end of his cock pressing against my opening. I wanted it inside me, but I also wanted it in my mouth. I was torn. The decision was taken from me as his fingers spread me wide allowing it to enter.
"Oh my-y-y," I moaned.
