The Island, Chapter 18 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 18

Chapter 18 Another day in paradise…. I woke at the raucous call of some jungle bird, momentarily confused at the scenery around me. I had gotten used to waking up on the beach, and the dense trees surrounding me left me nonplussed for a moment. Smelling the coconut scent of Joelle’s hair in my face, and feeling her soft belly under my hand, now wrapped around her sleeping body, brought the memories of last night flooding in. I squeezed her unconsciously, reliving those intense moments from hours before, and the gentle pressure must have roused her, for she turned toward me with a dazzling, if sleepy smile. “Good morning, lover,” she said muzzily. I kissed her cheek and smiled back. “Hello, gorgeous,” I murmured. “I’ve never spent the night with a man before,” she said in wonder. “I just realized that. Another first you gave me!” She hugged me tightly. “I feel so complete!” “I’m just happy to make you feel good,” I said sincerely. “I will be your willing sex slave for life, Joelle Flores!” She giggled, stretching luxuriantly. “I have a sex slave! Wouldn’t my sister be jealous!” I laughed as well, rising to my feet and stretching out my kinked muscles. I had gotten used to sleeping on sand; sleeping on dirt was another matter. “Man, I need to rinse off!” I exclaimed. “I worked up a sweat last night.” “I’m way ahead of you,” she said, sitting up. “Check that bag over there. I brought clean clothes for both of us, and bathroom supplies so we can wash off in the stream.” “God, ...

... you really planned this all out, didn’t you?” I said in amazement. “It’s the OCD,” she said with a grin. “Leave nothing to chance; plan for every eventuality.” We collected our leavings from last night’s dinner and rolled it up in the blanket. I slung it over my shoulder as Joelle picked up the bag. “I don’t want to dress and then undress a minute later,” I said. “Let’s go naked!” “Dave!” she gasped. “We can’t do that! What if someone sees?” “I’m already seeing,” I said with a leer. “And I like what I’m seeing.” I made growling noises. She blushed. “You know what I mean.” “Who cares?” I said. “We’re up pretty early. I think we can make it to the stream undetected.” “OK,” she said doubtfully. We jogged down the path, and I was delighted to watch her bouncing boobs as she ran. “Stop staring!” she complained. “I know my breasts are jumping around; it’s disgusting. I hate not wearing a bra.” I laughed. “You think I’m staring because it’s disgusting ? God, you don’t understand men at all. We love big boobs, and we love them even more when they’re bouncing around. But if you like, I can run behind you. The I can watch your ass jiggle instead.” “Oh, you’re impossible!” she said, cheeks flaming. “Let’s just get there quickly.” We made it to the pond safely, and dove in for a quick scrubdown. I was feeling pretty dehydrated, and guzzled about a gallon of water before bathing. I washed my hair while Joelle took the soap first, then we traded. We washed each other’s back, and I felt my ...