The Island, Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 6

... blushed again, but didn’t take her hand away. Instead, she began kneading my boner through my pants. She whispered in my ear, her breath tickling me, “I want to feel you in me again and again. But not right now. I’m all sweaty and gross. I want to prepare for our next time.” I caressed her left tit, stroking the soft flesh and feeling the hard button of her erect nipple on my suddenly sweaty palm. “You couldn’t be gross if you rolled in a dumpster. You are the sexiest girl in the world!” She slapped my hand away playfully, obviously pleased. “Not now, I said. You’ll just have to wait. I won’t make it too long.” She kissed me once more and, taking my hand, led me back to our clinic. I spent a little time talking to Danielle and Mary, explaining the restrictions she would have because of her leg injury, and the expected timetable for her recovery. As I was speaking to them, Janie strolled up and said she had a proposal the three of us needed to hear. Alexis, the team captain, had approached Janie with an idea. The field hockey players wanted to take over the job of hunting for game on the island. Two of them had actual hunting experience (I think Horace was probably the only other person on the island who could say that), and the others were willing to learn. They were fit and athletic, and used to working together. It seemed like a good idea to me. “What do you think, coaches?” I queried the two women. “They’re your girls. Any objections?” Mary and Danielle discussed the ...

... matter for a moment and agreed. “Obviously I’m not going to be much help,” Danielle said, “but Mary used to bow hunt with her dad. I bet she and the girls will keep us in pork chops soon enough.” “Good,” said Janie. “It’s decided. Can I leave you two in charge of the project?” The two women agreed and Janie headed back to the pile of salvage. “I’m working with Horace to see if he can’t get some shelters built,” she said to me over her shoulder. “We don’t know when we’re going to get hit with a monsoon or something.” I admired that taut butt as she left. What a woman! Turning back, I caught the two coaches checking out her ass, too. I smiled to myself, thinking that Janie might surprise them if they ever hit on her. Joelle said that she had splinted Connor’s leg with a more sturdy set of bamboo poles, and that he was able to hobble around using another pole as a crutch. I knew bones healed faster if they were stressed slightly, so I OK’d the idea. “I’m going to head out with Falani—one of the African ladies,” she said. “She thinks she can find us some plants and herbs that have medicinal properties. I figured since there’s not a lot of meds in the kit from the plane that might be a good idea.” “Good thinking,” I said. “I’ll see you later.” She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and left. I puttered around organizing our supplies for a few minutes, until I was interrupted by a hesitant voice. “You are the doctor?” I turned to see Gabrielle, the young Frenchwoman. She was dressed in ...