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Master's Island

Chapter 2 Day Two

Chapter 2 - DAY TWO

   The next morning dawned clear and gorgeous.

   The previous night's misery seemed foreign in the new day. I noticed the
females seemed none the worse for wear as they went about their feminine morning
ablutions. They had found some soap and toiletries in one of the salvaged
carry-on bags. The women had vanished upstream to the pool and returned clean
and refreshed.

   I decided I was due for a bath myself and followed their example. I washed my
still-damp clothes and myself. Afterwards squatting naked on the sandy banks I
twisted and wrung out the rinsed and newly cut-off aviation khaki coveralls. I
held up my new shorts to determine if the leg cuts were balanced when I realized
I had an audience. A short distance away Jennifer stood leaning against a tree.
I had a moment of intense embarrassment due to being naked in front of the
teenage girl. My hands dropped and I used my pants to cover my exposed groin.
Then I noticed she was quietly examining me. I stood up and faced her, dropping
my hands to my side. Her eyes seemed drawn downward to my crotch.

   "You want something, Jennifer?" I asked her.

   At my voice her eyes came up slowly to meet my gaze. As our eyes locked she
suddenly looked very young and vulnerable. Without a word she spun around and
ran back towards the camp. I pulled on my new shorts and fastened them. I stood
thinking that I had seen the frank appraisal of a grown woman in her initial
glaze. My adult world was far removed from modern teenagers and I had no basis
of rapport with her generation. I shook my head and told myself I had been
mistaken. When I walked back to the camp Jennifer gave me a quick glance then
continued to talk to her friend Brittany.

   We finished the salvaged emergency rations I had found and then sat around
the fire and everyone talked. I was beginning to become familiar with my fellow
castaways. Kimberly said she was Talbot's "production investor". She was a
beautiful blue-eyed, large bosomed, long-legged, blonde-trussed All-American
girl. I had mentally compared the real-life Kimberly to the air brushed version
I had seen in the pin-up picture. The younger edition had been the fresh-faced
girl next door with the creamy voluptuousness of a sex goddess. Her mouth had
that upturned pout that seemed to be asking to be kissed. This real-life version
had a more knowing mature beauty. I doubted nowadays when she had her picture
taken if she stilled adopted that parted lip "come hither" expression from her
youth. She had tied off her blouse at her breasts to expose her flat midriff.
The warm sun had caused her to partially unbutton her long skirt to expose a
long athletic flank. The short time she had spent on herself earlier had
produced dramatic results. She looked quite ready for the next photo shoot. I
thought perhaps when a woman is that beautiful little maintenance is necessary.

   Brittany was a younger blonde version of her sister. She was drop-dead
gorgeous with that wholesome sexuality that young women have. Even with her
breasts not as fully developed as her sister's I thought she was quite
voluptuous for her age. She had huge blue eyes that I had found myself getting
distractedly arrested by when I talked to her.

   There was a manner about her that puzzled me. She had been the most helpful
of the three girls. The previous afternoon during the raising of the lean-to I
had placed the end of a brace in a hole. She was helping me bury the support. I
had held the log upright and she had knelt by my feet to fill and pack sand in
the hole. The wind caused the structure to shift slightly and I had to twist
myself to hold the weight. I felt her hair tickle against my upper leg. The load
shifted again and the side of her head bumped against my thigh.

   I had become very conscious of our positions. I felt that all to familiar
tightening of my scrotum. I had suddenly realized I had cut my pants too short.
My penis had stirred and stiffened. I looked down and saw my erection was fully
protruding from the ragged bottom edge of my shorts. Since my hands where fully
occupied holding the wooden beam, I had no choice but to hope my aroused
condition might go unnoticed. She had finished the task, sat back, brushed the
hair from her face and looked up at me. Her face was level with my groin. We had
held our positions for a frozen moment. She became aware of her submissive pose.
Her eyes had dropped to my groin. My large throbbing erection was only inches
from her face.

   Her eyes widened and she took in her breath while she stared in shock at my
unexpected arousal. She had flushed and blinked. "Oh my," she had said softly.
She had jerked her eyes away from my cock and had stood up. Without another word
she had turned and walked quickly away from me. I had been surprised by my own
charged reaction to the teenager. I resolved to strengthen my self-control in
the future.

   Her friend Jennifer was a cute petite brunette. Almost elfin with her large
amber eyes, she had a spirited mischievous demeanor that made me laugh. Our
earlier encounter at the pool had seemed to be forgotten. Of all of us Jennifer
seemed less perturbed by our current risky predicament. I had a mental
conviction that she would handle going to the local mall with the same manner as
being marooned on this uninhabited island.

   Physically Jennifer was also a blossoming young woman. She had tied off her
blouse as a halter-top. The top several buttons were unfastened. Despite myself
my eye had been drawn to her exposed cleavage. She had her arms up and she was
animatedly describing the plane crash. She noticed where my eye had lingered
when she shifted her gaze to me. I again saw that feminine awareness in her
glance. She had paused for a moment and her eyes had held mine. She then turned
back to the other girls and finished her breathless recollection.

   Using the knife, the teenagers had followed my example and had cut their
jeans for shorts. Later they borrowed the knife again to make shorter shorts.
These shorts showed the bottom swell of their young firm backsides. Kimberly had
thrown a fit at this brazen display. The girls had replied, "We wear less at the
beach at home." Kimberly had said, "You are NOT at home!"

   I had been minding my own business tending the fire but had looked up at this
last exchange. All three females had shifted their eyes to me. Kimberly lowered
her voice and I could not make out the rest of the whispered lecture.

   The teenagers looked on this as a fun adventure. But the older Kimberly was
all business. She wanted to know exactly what I was going to do to get them out
of this mess. I said that first Talbot needed to be buried.

   That afternoon the four of us made the somber walk back to the body. Using
our hands we had scooped out a shallow grave in the soft sand at the edge of the
jungle. I pulled Talbot into the hole. Standing above the sad pit I tried to
think of some words.

   "Anyone want to say anything?" I asked.

   "He was a rich bastard," Kimberly said with a caustic tone. I looked at her
and she icily met my eye with a defiant glare and then turned away with an
indifferent shrug. Knowing him too, I could not add to that epitaph.

   The four of us scooped and mounded sand over the body until Talbot was
covered. We stuck several pieces of upright driftwood into the soft sand. I had
a morose premonition as I watched the loose grains of sand swirl away in a gust
of breeze that we might not find this place again.

   Kimberly again asked me how I was going to get them rescued.

   I decided to demonstrate some leadership and suggested the girls lay out a
large SOS on a peculiarly large open stretch of beach I had seen. The flat open
area was about a half mile up the beach. I volunteered to scout for food. They
agreed and we went about our tasks.

   Over the next two hours I foraged some ripe coconuts, some type of banana
fruit that I seen monkeys eating and some wild aloe. I was carrying my new found
bounty back to the camp when I heard faint rumble of a highflying aircraft above
the noise of the jungle. I dropped the food and sprinted toward the beach. When
I broke from the deep foliage I immediately saw the girls had heard the jet
also. The three of them were standing out at the breakwater jumping and yelling
at the slight speck in the sky. I scanned the beach for our distress sign. I
immediately saw they had laid out a large S and part of an O. As I watched a
wave from the incoming tide washed away a large portion of their efforts.

   "DAMN IT!" I screamed. "I said lay it out in that open area"

   The three women had turned at my curse.

   "It was too far to walk and there was no shade," Kimberly explained to me.

   Jennifer spoke, "The sand was too loose down there to walk on"

   "We thought this would be just as good and it was easier to find wood in the
jungle." Brittany sheepishly added.

   I sat down hard in the sand and with a sullen deep despair watched the plane
disappear over the horizon.

   I told the hungry girls to go easy on eating the fresh fruit, which advice
was promptly ignored with resulting digestive distress later that night. I used
the aloe on my exposed skin and was amazed at the immediate cooling relief it
provided. The three females turned up their collective noses at the wild remedy.

   "It stinks" Brittany said distastefully.

   I couldn't smell anything.

   The second night brought another tropical storm. I had expanded the lean-to
and thickened the roof. The girls promptly occupied the updated section and I
found myself miserable and again soaked. I was also to blame for everyone's
excess fruit-related gastric problems and was verbally picked apart during lulls
in the storm. It was another endlessly long nightmarish night.



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