Amiga ISO Collection/AmigaDemoCD2.iso/ASCII/TEXTE/SEX/ENGLISH/IslandParadise.lha/islandparadise.txt

Text File | 1994-02-12 | 6.6 KB | 120 lines

Path: oslohd!news.eunet.no!nuug!trane.uninett.no!sunic!pipex!warwick!doc.ic.ac.uk!agate!howland.reston.ans.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!cs.uiuc.edu!cs.uiuc.edu!laff
From: [e-mail] (Joshua A Laff)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: ARCHIVE: islandparadise.Z mf
Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Date: Fri, 11 Feb 1994 09:17:14 GMT
Reply-To: [e-mail]
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Organization: University of Illinois, Dept. of Comp. Sci., Urbana, IL
Lines: 108

This story is another from the archives, and is not written by me.
Requests for just about anything concerning these posts will be ignored.
See the FAQ in a.s.s.d for more information.

            Island Paradise
            ---------------

The last thing I remember was a huge wave sweeping over my
sailboat, turning it over and spilling me into the water. Then
I woke up on the shore of a deserted island with my face in the sand,
and my body covered in dried salt water. My clothes still stuck
to my body, sticky with sweat and seaweed. There were bits of my craft
all around, as well as traces of oil on the water. I gathered together
the wood pieces to make a signal fire, then set out to explore my
surroundings. I took off my shirt and left it on the beach, stuck up
on a long piece of wood next to the fire, just in case anyone happened
to come upon it while I was away.

Most of the island was covered with trees and vine-like growths,
the jungle dominating it. The sounds were like every Tarzan movie I
ever saw; exotic bird calls echoed through the trees.

I marveled at the purity of it; untouched by the hand of man, I
thought to myself. Animals passed by me, seemingly unafraid.

I came upon a freshwater pool in the shade of a huge banyan tree
and decided to clean myself up. I took off my ruined jeans and underwear
and saturated them in the water of the pool. I then put them on a rock
to dry. Then I dove in and washed myself off. After my brief swim,
I shook myself off and lay down, naked, on another flat rock to dry off.

I must have dropped off, because I woke up some time later when the sun

went behind a cloud. I opened my eyes and looked at the face of the
most beautiful woman I ever saw.

She was a blonde, with hair that hung halfway down her back. She
wore some kind of skin around her waist as a loin-cloth, but nothing
over her breasts. They were large-ish with pale red nipples. As she
breathed, they moved slightly, and I felt myself unconsciously responding
to her. I looked at her face again. She was looking at me strangely.
She held a knife in her left hand, as if she were prepared to use it.
I tried talking to her, but nothing I said seemed to have any meaning
to her. She looked at the surface of the pool, then at me, then back
at the pool. She pointed at me, then at the pool, and seemed to make
a connection. I pointed at my chest and said, Carl. Then I pointed at
her. She pointed at herself and thought for a minute, as if she were
struggling to remember who she was. Finally she said in a gravelly
voice, Lara.

She walked over to me, and touched my cheek. She looked at my body,
unclothed and pale. She was golden brown all over, even her breasts.
She had obviously been here a very long time. I sat up and caressed her
cheek. She drew back a few inches. I made reassuring noises and drew
her closer. I leaned over and put my lips to hers, kissing her. I
pulled my face back, and she put her fingers to her mouth, rubbing her
lips. Her dagger fell to the ground. She crept over to me, and kissed
me back, opening her mouth and letting my tongue explore hers. I
reached up and put my hand on her neck, pulling her closer still. I
carrassed her breast with my other hand and she moaned slightly, her
nipples crinkling and becoming erect. I could feel my organ beginning
to harden and lengthen. I moved the hand that was on her breast down
along her flat abdomen, then untied the hide around her waist. I tossed
it aside and put my hand between her legs. She squealed and stiffened,
but I held her close, kissing her even harder. I left her mouth and
moved my tongue down her slender neck. I put my lips to one of her
breasts, sucking gently and running my tongue all over the soft globes.

Then I moved my mouth to the other, nibbling it slightly with my lips,
causing her to make small whimpering noises. I was completely erect
now, and I moved my hips toward hers, insistently rubbing against her
thigh to open her legs. I gently pushed her backward until she was
laying on her back on the sun-warmed rock. I put a hand on each breast
and she closed her eyes, rocking her head back and forth. I opened her
legs and explored her with my fingers. She had a thin crop of pale hair
down there, curling at the edges. Her clitoris was protruding from this
thicket, throbbing at each of her heartbeats. I put my mouth to it and
began to work it with my tongue, making her moan even louder. I drew
back and kneeled over her arranging myself. I touched her vagina with
the tip of my organ and slowly, ever so slowly, pushed myself into her.

She let out a long soft cry as I entered her. She had an exceedingly
small opening, and I decided that she must be a virgin. I moved into
her until I felt an obstruction, then thrust hard. This elicited a cry
from the woman. I slowly moved in and out of her, bringing her to
orgasm. She twisted under me, moaning at every thrust until she suddenly
tensed, squeezing me inside her. She drew me to her with her arms,
pulling my head to her chest. I nuzzled her perfect breasts, her
swollen nipples brushing my lips. I thrust into her again and again,
until I lost myself and collapsed on top of her.

I don't know what happened after that, because after the exertion
I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up, she was gone. There was no
trace of her; it was as if she had never existed. I put on my now dry
garments and walked back to the beach. The fire was beginning to burn
out, but on the horizon I could see a ship of some kind. I stoked up
the fire some more, producing thick smoke. In the distance I heard
the ship's steam whistle sound the SOS signal. It turned and came close
to the island.

Now, standing on the deck, the ship heading toward Hawaii, I can't
help but wonder whether it was only a dream....... or was it?

--
I will ignore all requests for: reposts, e-mailing missing parts, archive
locations, ftp sites, gif sites, and subscription requests. These stories get
deleted immediately after they are posted. For more info on the ARCHIVE
postings, read the FAQ posted bi-monthly to a.s.s.d