1. The Island, Chapter 21


    Date: 6/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Bi-sexual, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Female/Female, Male / Females, massage, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 91.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 21 After trying to help clean up the massage paraphernalia and being rebuffed and shooed away, I dressed and made my way to the eastern beach. No nude hippies had occupied it yet, and I spent a few minutes beachcombing. I found another fish float, a chunk of drift net, and of all things a Nike sneaker. Even on a deserted island, apparently the rule of only finding one shoe still held. I collected the items and hiked through the jungle to the other side of the island. I glanced at the sun, directly overhead, and decided it was lunchtime. I grabbed some mango, papaya and pork jerky, and wandered over to the medical hut. Joelle was shredding some seat cushions, pulling out the stuffing and placing it in a bucket. I watched her for a moment, mystified as to what she was doing, until she noticed me standing there and startled. “Dave! You scared me! Don’t sneak up on me like that.” “I’m sorry,” I said. “What are you doing?” She blushed and looked away. “Well, I figured the women are going to be running out of feminine hygiene products soon, and I thought I would try to come up with an alternative. I planned on cutting up the fabric into strips to make belts to hold this stuff in place. It’s a little crude, but better that having to hide in a hut for five days.” “Good thinking,” I complimented her. “By the way, if anyone has a muscle strain, we have a couple of massage therapists on the island.” “Who?” she asked curiously. “Tran and Truk.” I hoped they knew how to give a ...
    massage that didn’t involve a “happy ending.” I wasn’t sure everyone would be up for that, especially the women. Then again, who knew? There were supposed to be therapeutic effects of orgasm. “Did you get one?” she asked with a smile. “Yeah. She worked me over pretty good. The foot massage was brutal, but the rest of it sure relaxed me. More than you could possibly guess , I thought. “Can I get you something to eat?” “Sure. That would be great. I could use a break.” I collected a meal for her, and carried it to the hut. “I’ll bring some water; give me a minute.” I returned a moment later with a bottle of fresh stream water and handed it to her. “Thanks,” she said gratefully, taking a big swig. She looked at the bottle with a frown. “Have you noticed that no one seems to have gotten traveler’s diarrhea? I guess there are no parasites here to worry about.” “And I would guess none of the bacteria that humans normally carry that give people trouble when they ingest it in another environment away from home,” I agreed. “Thank God for small favors.” I told her about our recent pool party (an abridged version) and described the lake and the hot springs. She expressed interest, and I promised I’d take her up there at some point. “I’m feeling sleepy,” she said with a yawn. “The heat really takes my energy away.” “Why don’t you take a nap?” I suggested, and she stretched out on the sand in the shade. I sat with her, stroking her hair, until she fell asleep. I was trying to decide if I ...
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