Fantasy Island Pt. 05 - Sex Stories

Fantasy Island Pt. 05

... control, but then we hit the water hard," I said. "I blacked out for a little bit from the impact. I think we all did."

"I know I did," Emmanuelle agreed. "And Helena was knocked unconscious for a lot longer. She really hit her head on something. Vince had to help us even get out the plane before it sank. I don't know how he did it. Frankly we would have died right there without Vince. And then somehow he even got supplies for us. That's the only way we had our initial water and food."

"You truly kept your wits about you to get them out of the plane so quickly, Mr. Campbell," Mr. Roarke said, obviously impressed. "And then to even think about gathering up some of the supplies. You said, at this point, that Helena was unconscious?"

"Yes," Emmanuelle said, excited to be able to talk about their ordeal. "She was like a rag doll. Vince helped us put on our life vests and then we used them and the supply bags to stay afloat."

Mr. Roarke nodded, impressed. "I can't imagine how hard that would be to be out in the open ocean like that. How did you ever find the island?"

"We were just floating there for what seemed like forever," Emmanuelle said. "I just remember Vince telling me to kick." She looked at me to supply the details.

"As the storm was clearing, I could see it in the darkness," I said. "I knew that we'd have to make it if we were going to survive. So we just kicked towards it as best we could. Emmanuelle passed out from exhaustion before we got there, and ...

... I kind of remember dragging us all up on to the beach. Then I was out cold myself."

As the conversation seemed to drone on, I felt a bare foot stroking my leg underneath the table, distracting me. When I looked across the table, Helena was surreptitiously glancing at me. To the others, she was appearing to be interested in the conversation, but with her foot rubbing my leg, I knew her interest lie elsewhere.

I was so distracted by her touch that I could hear people talking, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. When I suddenly looked around, everyone was looking at me. "I'm sorry... what?"

"I just asked if you ever had any idea what happened to the pilot," Mr. Roarke said.

"No, no idea. It was like he was there one minute and gone the next," I said. "He wasn't found at all?"

"No, I'm afraid not..." Mr. Roarke was saying, his voice fading into the background like it was being muted. Helena's foot continued to rub my leg, exciting and distracting me. My cock was getting hard fast. I was dimly aware of more questions and comments from Mr. Roarke and Emmanuelle and then suddenly Helena's voice cut in awakening me again.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry. Where's the ladies room?" she asked.

"Oh, it's... uh... in the entryway, by the door you came in," Mr. Roarke said. "Please, continue Mrs. Vega," he said to Emmanuelle.

The conversation droned on as Helena pushed her chair out and stood and I did the same. "I need to use the men's room, too," I said, although no ...