Stranded

Oh, she’s pissed… Really pissed. Her cheeks only get red like that when she’s properly mad…

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘missed it’?” She shouts back at me, voice raised over the lapping waves and strengthening breeze.

I point at the little tour boat out on the water, still just about visible on the horizon as it sails back to the main island and our resort.

“The boat was here, Liv… Now it’s not… Therefore, we have ‘missed’ the boat!” I’m being facetious now, but I don’t care – I’m pretty pissed about this too… “We missed it! Just like I said we would…”

I regret the words as soon as I’ve said them.

“Oh, so this is my fault now?” She retorts angrily. “Who was it who wanted to hike out to the waterfall, Ken? Who ignored the guide and dragged me half way through a fucking jungle to go see some pathetic stream trickle off one rock onto another one?”

She’s not wrong. It was pretty dumb of me to think we could fit a 90 minute trail hike and sightseeing into a 2 hour stop on this island hoppers tour. She’s being a bit harsh about the trip to the waterfall though – getting to explore this uninhabited Caribbean paradise was worth it, even if my girlfriend’s love of cute wildlife slowed us down some…

I bite back. “OK, Liv, OK… But did you have to stop to try and pet every single monkey on the way? All of them? I mean, you’d think getting rejected by the first six might have given you a hint that you’re not some great primate-whisperer, honey... Running after them with the remains of a half-eaten protein bar wasn’t somehow gonna foster some ‘Dora & Boots’ friendship for the ages, was it?”

Liv goes quiet, arms folded over her chest, gaps in her crocheted beach cover-up leaving tantalizing glimpses of her light blue bikini beneath. Smoking hot my girlfriend maybe, but I can’t be caught perving at her now. Not while she’s this angry with me, especially when I can’t see what’s under her sunglasses – fearing the flashing anger I can imagine in those green eyes.

“You’re an asshole, Ken - you know that?...” She manages after a few angry sighs, turning and walking back up the short pier.

I let her go, feeling guilty. Feeling bad that I can’t just admit I fucked up.

I track her walk up onto the beach, watching her wide hips sway, glorious tumble of auburn hair falling down her back. I love this woman more than I thought possible, but my God she drives me crazy sometimes… Liv stalks over to sit under the shade of a palm tree, glaring over in my direction.

This trip was meant to help us reconnect. Today wasn’t helping with that…

Things had been better since we’d been at the resort, but so far we’d only managed flashes of our former intensity rather than anything more sustained.

The vacation was meant to be us trying to be more present. Cherish our time together – try and rekindle some of the passion that had seeped out of our relationship over the last couple of years. We both missed it, confessing to each other how we craved the spontaneity that used to spark between us, swept up in the moment. Lost in each other.

I guess I’d thought I was channeling some of that when I suggested we hike out to see the waterfall. Impulsive… Exciting… Maybe enough to tee up some breathless moment of physical release, gasping in each other’s arms under a raging torrent of tumbling water… But the timid trickle that had greeted us at the end of the trail had failed to inspire any desperate lovemaking, instead prompting the start of a simmering row that had bubbled over as we’d approached the empty pier.

I guess I should try and fix this…

Pulling my phone out of my pack, I'm happy to see I've got signal out here, calling the resort to find out when the next boat is.

 *

“OK, I get that, but is there nothing you can do?” I ask, wincing.

The kind but tired voice on the other end of the line tells me what I already know.

“I’m sorry sir – the earliest possible pick up is tomorrow morning, it’s not safe to send boats out with the storm coming in. You should head for shelter. There’s a cabin we keep stocked with essentials in case of emergencies. I’ll send you a message with the details.” The weary receptionist sighs over the phone. “Please don’t leave the cabin or the beach – we’ll get someone over to you as soon as we can…”

I thank her and hang up, walking the last few feet to where Liv is sitting in the sand, opening my pack and handing her a bottle of water. She’s still scowling when she looks up, but murmurs her thanks.

“What did they say?” She asks angrily, clearly overhearing snippets of the conversation but not all.

“Nothing til tomorrow morning – there’s a storm coming and they can’t send a boat until it’s passed.” I ease myself down to sit with her.

I can see the frustration on her face, the anxiety in her eyes when she takes off her sunglasses to look at me properly.

I try to reassure her. “Don’t worry, babe, they said there’s a cabin just a little further up the beach – stocked with food and water, bed for the night. We’ll be safe.”

“Great…” She says quietly, looking away, clearly furious at the mess we’re in.

“I’m sorry, Liv.” I apologize, feeling my face redden. “I fucked up – this is on me.”

Face softening, she reaches out to squeeze my leg and shakes her head. There’s still tension there, but it seems she’s ready to accept the olive branch I’m offering.

“I’m sorry I called you an asshole.” She sighs, smiling before she continues. “I mean, you are - ” I laugh, and her pretty green eyes flash mischievously, “- you really are, but… I shouldn’t have said it like that.”

“It’s OK. You’re right – I am an asshole…” I like the feel of her hand on my thigh. The warmth in her eyes. This beautiful woman might drive me mad, but there’s no getting over my ferocious desire for her. I let my gaze fall from her face and drift over her shoulders, enjoying her body. Lingering on her curves where she’s sat with her knees pulled up by her chest. Appreciating the swell of her hips – the spread of her thighs where they meet the sand, scandalous flash of bright blue bikini bottoms caught between their softness…

I want her so badly. Sometimes it creeps up on me by surprise, like last night… Memories of kissing between her legs while she held my head and moaned for me. Those sweet little cries and whimpers when my mouth found her pussy and I teased her clit with my tongue. Then, finally, that hoarse wail of tortured joy that split the air when I stopped edging her and licked her to orgasm.

I meet her eyes, noting the amusement there. Following her stare – focused on the swelling bulge in my swim shorts.

“Storm’s coming, mister…” She says, voice husky all of a sudden. “Let’s go find that cabin, shall we?”

*

We walk down the beach, following the directions the resort staff have sent. Anger and frustration of our fight having long dissipated, but the passion and heat still there. That need to tear into the other person. Dominate… I can feel it radiating off her.

The wind’s getting up. Heat still in the air, thick and humid now. Bubbling purple clouds on the horizon reaching up to claw at the blazing sun. I feel Liv’s hand in mine, pulling my arm close to her body, pace slowing in the white sand.

When she looks at me, I know what she wants. Wavy red-brown hair whipping about her face and shoulders, those pretty green eyes burning with need.

“We’re all alone, you know…” She says. “It’s just us here – our own private island.” She pulls my arm close, stops me walking. My knuckles brushing the heat between her thighs, my wrist resting lightly against her mound. “We can do whatever we want…”

“And what is it you want?” I ask, wanting to hear her say it - using my free hand to push the hair from her eyes and cup her chin. Looking into those beautiful eyes as I turn the hand caught between her legs, fingers reaching out to stroke the smooth fabric of her bikini bottoms.

“I want you…” She whispers, tilting her chin to invite my kiss and pulling my hand tight to her pussy. Easing blue bottoms to one side to help my fingers find the slick heat beneath...

She’s so fucking wet, gasping when I push inside, curling in against that spot she loves to feel me tease. Panting, kissing me wide-mouthed and urgently, bucking onto my wrist to drive my fingers deeper.

We strip each other roughly, there on the beach, acres of deserted white sands stretching off in each direction while towering dark clouds race in from the ocean. Liv grinding against my hand while she holds my cock. Grasping possessively; tightly – claiming it for her own. Growling while she strokes me and kisses me hard, biting my lower lip each time I try to pull away. Hand in my hair dragging me down again, back to her hungry mouth and her animal need.

We’re interrupted by the arrival of the storm, rain suddenly lashing the beach, stinging our bare skin.

Pausing only to snatch up the beachwear blowing across the sands we race to where I can see the cabin in the distance. Hand in hand, we run from the advancing tempest, laughing wildly over the deafening roar of wind and waves at our backs.

Bursting into that little wooden shack, she’s all over me, wet skin sliding against mine, pressing close, grabbing for my cock again. It’s like she’s possessed. I try to hold her off, give me a minute to close the door. Find a candle or lantern or something… But she pushes my hands away and lunges for me, shoving me back until my calves hit the frame of a little camp bed tucked up in the corner of this tiny room.

“What’s got into you?” I shout over the wind raging outside the cabin, the door banging on its hinges In the gale. She doesn’t answer, just pushes me again, eyes gleaming in the dimming light as the dark clouds outside finally choke and smother the remaining sun. She looks incredible, wet auburn hair dripping over her bare breasts as she strides towards me, hands outstretched to shove my chest again.

I catch her wrists, and she struggles, manic grin of lust painted over her features. Nipples bolt hard when I hold her arms by her sides and pull her close to me.

“Can’t you feel it?” She asks, laughing when I don’t answer, first flash of lightning making the vast clouds over the water glow a menacing dark purple. “Come on, baby, let me take you…”

I relax a fraction, smiling nervously, anxious but aroused beyond belief by this side of her. As I lean down to kiss her, she takes her moment, throwing her weight forward to get me to tumble back onto the thin mattress and creaking springs. Pinning my wrists at my shoulders and swiftly straddling my hips…

I’m rock hard, panting against her ear as she kisses my chest and drags her dripping pussy up and down my shaft. Looking up to stare darkly into my eyes before she rises on her knees and angles the raging heat of her sex over the head of my cock. Sinking down to impale herself on my hard length with a triumphant growl of lust.

I try to hold her hips, ready to move her, thrust like I want to. Like I would usually when she’s on top… But she snatches my hands away, pulls them up to cup her tits before she starts to grind.

Hard… I’m buried deep. Length of my stiff cock squeezed and caressed in her hot, tight pussy. Fat tip of my dick driven in against the spots she loves – languid buck of her hips rocking her back and forth, sinuous roll of her pelvis letting her direct pressure where she wants it.

Clenching tight, pussy stretched wide around the thick base of my dick. Arching and rounding to grind her mound tight against me, mashing her clit hard against the firmness of my pubic bone. I can feel her wetness coating me…

I look up from where I’m holding her tits, reluctant to tear my eyes from her perfect breasts but aware of her stare. A burning glare of pure, filthy want… Shockingly intense. A flash of lightning shows her clearly, features twisted in sweet agony when I feel her clench hard around my cock, bucking faster and crying out over the thunderclap that follows.

“Yes, baby…” I murmur, barely heard above the raging storm and her desperate, grunting gasps. “Take it – it’s yours… It’s all for you…”

Wailing, she looks down at me, so close to it now… So close to letting this orgasm tear through her. I can feel her tightening, tiny spasm-like tremors in her thighs that mean it’s coming…

Bucking fitfully, she shudders and shrieks, falling forward, hands on my chest and throat as she starts to cum. A crash of thunder and lightning swallow the sound, but I see her mouth open wide, veins and tendons standing proud at her neck as she loses herself to this pleasure and gives in, battered by the primal forces she’s unleashed. There’s a savage pressure around my cock, a pulsing series of waves that tip me over the edge. Forced to cry out and cum hard in her clenching pussy as she collapses onto me and moans against my chest.

*

We wake with the sun, exhausted but exhilarated...

Bodies spent – fucking all through the dark hours of the night, taking our pleasure from the other. In the daylight, the storm has broken, just like our fevered lust, leaving something fresh and glorious in its wake.

Liv leads me, naked, through the trees to the waterfall we visited yesterday. A timid trickle no longer, last night’s deluge leaving a roaring surge of white water that hammers off the rocks below. We wash each other there, gasping in the cold spray, kissing and caressing like lovers touching for the first time.

She's amazing. Changed, somehow. Still my gorgeous firebrand, but smoldering and smoky no longer - now vital and incandescent. Laughing in my arms as I kiss her and tell her how much I love her.

Cleansed by this place, we get dressed and walk up the beach, hand in hand. Waving to the boat that appears as we approach the pier.

Hunkered down in the bow seating, cocooned against the spray and bouncing over the waves, I hold Liv close, stroking her hair.

“How did you know the way back to the waterfall?” I ask over the drone of the outboard, thinking back to her claimed ignorance of the hiking trail the day before.

“The shortcut, you mean?” She laughs at my surprised reaction. “Did you really think I was trying to befriend every monkey on the island yesterday, Ken? Waste all that time running after them?”

“You were delaying…” I see it now. “You wanted us to miss the boat and get stranded.” Smiling at the dawning realization that she planned all this…

She snuggles up close, kissing my neck before laying her head on my shoulder. “Not just a pretty face…”

I’ve never loved her more.