(With continued thanks to my editor 'larryinseattle' without whose help my stories would be nothing more than words on a page)
For Miranda and Aaron, the days soon became weeks and weeks became months. Since landing on the island after their ship had been wrecked, a lot had changed. The most dramatic was that Miranda who had been his aunt and step-mother was now his 'Island Wife'.
After the wreck, they had salvaged various supplies from some semi-flooded freight containers which had allowed them to build the hut that they now called home. Built entirely of bamboo and thatch, the only change that they had made was to take down the individual hammocks and build a bed for two after they became lovers.
Now their days were filled with the basics such as gathering fruit, hunting or fishing, and maintaining the signal fire that they had prepared on the highest, close point to their hut.
In addition, Miranda had proven to be a wizard at making clothing from the material they had salvaged from one of the freight containers which was perfect since their activities frequently exposed them to the sun and occasionally to sharp edges of the plants. That was why Aaron was more than a little surprised when he came into the hut one afternoon and found her sitting there in only her bikini bottoms.
"What's up?"
"What do you mean?"
Pointing at her bottoms he replied, "I mean that?"
A quizzical looked covered her face.
"You're not going out like that are you?"
"Why not? You've seen me in a lot less."
"I know, it's just ..."
"Just what?"
"The sun and the bugs and the plants ..."
"Ok, so what about them? We're only going down to the pond for a picnic and a swim, so what's the big deal? Or don't you like my tits anymore?"
"You know it's not that," he retorted. "It's just ...?"
"JUST WHAT?" she replied in an exasperated tone.
"I don't know. Let's just skip it and enjoy the day."
Grabbing the picnic basket that she had made from various grasses and vines she headed out the door. "That sounds FINE with me!"
Inwardly he cringed. There was that word again: FINE. Somehow he had done it again, whatever 'it' was. Over the last several weeks he had noticed that her mood seemed to swing from one extreme to the other and he had no idea why, just that it always seemed to be his fault.
Quickly following her down the trial that he had carved out of the underbrush, he barely caught up with her before they arrived at the pond.
Together, they spread out a blanket also made from the material they had salvaged and stretched out to enjoy the sound of the water falling from the waterfall. Slowly, the tension between them dissipated and they found themselves laughing and teasing each other as they ate a lunch of fish and papaya, washed down with coconut juice and topped with fresh pineapple that he had found the day before.
Then suddenly she stood up and stared at him.
"Oh, oh,"
he thought.
Quickly she peeled off her bikini bottoms and placed her hands on her hips, exposing herself to him. Standing 5-foot, 7-inches tall in her bare feet, she seemed to tower over him. Her once brunette hair was now sun-streaked and the bikini lines that had originally been there were almost totally gone. The 36C-28-38 frame that he had found so appealing when they had first landed had changed in a
'good way
' as he told himself and become fuller and lusher.
"Do you like my body?"
"
Aaarrgghhh,"
he groaned inwardly. A trick question if there ever was one. If he said 'Yes' she'd want to know what was wrong with the way she used to look but if he said 'No' she'd think he didn't appreciate the way she looked now. "I ... ahhhh ... I ..."
"WELL?"
"I love your body," he replied hoping he had avoided becoming the bad guy.
"So you like these?" she asked, cupping and hefting her breasts.
"Yep."
"And this?" she continued as she slid her hand down over her stomach.
"Yep."
Spinning around, she looked over her shoulder as she grabbed her ass cheeks, "And what about this?"
"Gorgeous."
Spinning once again so she was facing him, she spread her legs before bringing her hands around between her thighs. Her fingers glazed lightly over her public hair before she slid them down and spread the outer lips of her pussy. "And even this?"
"Absolutely," he said stressing the word. He had no idea what was going on but knew from the look on her face that whatever it was he must be giving the right answers.
"And do you really mind when I walk around nude?"
"Not really. I'm just worried that you might get hurt."
Silently, she stood there. "Listen, I want to make you happy. If that means you want me to be covered from head to toe I will be, but if you want to see me nude, I don't mind being that way for you either. So just let me know what you want. I know that this is going to sound crazy but from the moment I met you I knew that there was going to something special between us. Not like this of course," she gestured to the area around her, "but some type of ... I don't know ... bond, I guess is a good word. And since the wreck, it has become so much more. I mean it's not just the physical, which I'm definitely not complaining about, but something ... well, more. Do you understand?"
"I think I do," though in fact he really didn't. All he knew was that as his eyes slowly took in the sight of her body, his own was reacting and a sizable lump was growing in the front of his shorts.
"Are you sure?" she asked as she watched his cock grow even more.
"Oh ya, I'm sure."
"Good. Enough of that then. I'm going for a swim!" she chided as she spun around and headed for the pond.
As he sat there, his mind tried to make sense of what had just happened but all he seemed able to do was watch as she walked away. He noticed a little extra spring in her step, which caused her tits to bounce up and down while her ass muscles flexed, accentuating their roundness and the tightness of her legs. The next thing he knew he was standing next to the pond's edge with her. It was as if he were being drawn by a magnet with no choice of his own.
Taking his hand, she stepped into the water before sitting down on a rock. When she turned her head slightly, she found herself staring directly at the bugle in the front of his shorts. "Ohhhhh, and just what do we have here?" she giggled.
He looked down and was mildly surprise to see that his cock had barely softened as he'd followed her. "Well, I guess ... mmmmm ... well ... ahhhh ... watching you touching herself and asking if I liked what I saw ... it's just that you're so damn sexy to look at!"
"Hmmm ... I guess I'll have to do something to help you then, won't I?" she whispered as she leaned forward and pulled his trunks down. His hard cock sprang out and smacked against her tits.
"It seems like this fella knows where he wants to go," she snickered as she leaned further forward and let his cock nestle between her tits before she pressed them together, engulfing it.
"Would you like to fuck my tits?"
Since arriving on the island they had lost all their inhibitions about having sex together, anytime or anyplace that both agreed, so it was no surprise when he sighed, "Yessss."
They both smiled as he started working his cock up and down between her tits. Soon his cock head popped up through her cleavage and she bent her head down, licking the tip.
"That's it darling ... fuck my tits."
He groaned as she taunted him. The sound of her voice and the explicit words just added a new level to his excitement. "That's not fair ... aarrgghhh," he wheezed as he started to piston his cock faster.
She loved the feel of his hard cock sliding between the soft, warm flesh of her tits. With each thrust, they jiggled and she could tell as he stared down at her chest that he loved watching.
"There's no doubt that he's a tit man,"
she thought.
As his cock slid between her tits, she continued to tease it with her tongue. Almost like a snake, she would flick her tongue over his cockhead and slit each time it reappeared.