The Island – Chapter 7

First time sex stories: The Island – Chapter 7

It was lunchtime by the time I made it back to camp. Our beach community was taking shape, with a couple of shelters started, including one for the “infirmary”, a fire pit complete with a ring of airplane seats around it, and a couple of piles of salvaged gear. Our food was being stored in some of the suitcases to keep the animals out. Several groups of people had made individual campsites scattered along the quarter-mile stretch of sand upon which we had the good fortune to wind up.

Our beach was protected by the reef, which enclosed a decent lagoon of perhaps 200 yards across, with a single passage through the coral to the open ocean. The inland side of the sand was fringed by palm trees which gradually merged with the dense jungle. To the north rocky cliffs tumbled down from the inland heights and met with the reef at the water. To the south, the beach stretched to the small rocky outcrop behind which the stream emptied into the ocean. Beyond that was more beach, with heavier surf as the reef seemed to be less continuous beyond our lagoon. The island itself appeared to consist of two peaks connected by a central lowland, sort of a saddle-shape. The northern end was rocky, the southern peak veiled in clouds and mist at present.

Sharon and Rodney had managed to inflate the life raft, so we had our own fishing fleet of one. I noted several passengers combing the tide pools for edible critters. I began to feel a little guilty wasting the morning in carnal pleasure, but then again maybe I could be considered the morale officer? I decided to do something useful and check up on our one prisoner. 50 yards north from the fire pit, which marked the approximate center of our settlement, was a finger of vegetation that projected out into the sand.

Within this shaded area sat our friendly neighborhood terrorist. She was still in her burka, tied to a tree with both hands bound together with cord. It was hard to tell with her body and half her face covered with black cloth, but she seemed to be about 25 or so. She had the typical light brown complexion of her people, with a few strands of black hair trailing from under the head covering. She sat silently in the shade, studiously ignoring the activity around her. I approached warily, recalling our last meeting, which had included facial scratches, a head-butting incident, and several deaths, ultimately.

“I am a doctor,” I said to her. “Do you have any injuries you need treated?” I wasn’t sure what we were going to do with her, but I figured I would try to behave in a civilized manner. Maybe we would have some sort of trial? It turned out my civility was for naught.

“You infidel pig!” she snarled at me. “I would not accept your help if I were dying. You have prevented us from carrying out Allah’s plan.”

“If Allah is so great, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t need the help of a bunch of homicidal maniacs in black robes to get the job done,” I said wryly. “He can probably handle things on his own.”

“You know nothing, dog. You should martyr me now. If you keep me alive I will swear I will do everything in my power to hurt you.”

Talk about your noncompliant patients! “Fine,” I said. “Have it your way. I’ll bring you another cup of water later.” I walked away, shaking my head.

I headed into the trees at the extreme north end of the beach to take a leak. I had my dick out and in hand, whizzing away, when I spied a flash of color near the ground in front of me. About 20 feet ahead, amongst the trees, a flash of skin shone beneath a pink shirt. I couldn’t see who it was since her face was downturned, but it seemed to be a young woman, squatting down. I wasn’t sure if it was one of the field hockey players, one of the cheerleaders, or one of the my own students. I stood motionless, and was rewarded by the sight of a stream of piss shooting out from between the crouching legs. The golden jet foamed as it hit the forest floor, and I could hear the wet spattering noise it made over the muted roar of the surf on the other side of the beach and my own flow of urine.

She looked up slightly, and I recognized one of the cheerleaders. I couldn’t remember her name (Natalie? Kaitlyn?) but she was a skinny blonde thing. Her shirt covered half her body, so I couldn’t see much of her figure, but her twat was on display and it was a lovely sight. I couldn’t say whether she was a natural blonde or not, since her pussy was shaved smooth and hairless. Her narrow pink lips were spread wide, and the thin inner labia were now bisected by the yellow trickle emanating from their center.

She suddenly looked at me, possibly in response to the noise my whizzing was making, or some instinct that she was not alone, and stared straight at me. I was standing there cock in hand, my mouth half open, not quite knowing what to do. The stray thought passed through my brain: At least you’re still peeing so she doesn’t think you’re jerking off while spying on her. We both seemed to finish up at the same time, and my body went through its routine mindlessly, my hand shaking off my dripping dick while I stared at her.

She watched me as the last drops dripped out of her naked snatch, and a small smile lit her face as she jiggled herself in order to shake off her own leftovers. She didn’t seem embarrassed at all, just slowly stood up, eyes on my meat, and pulled up her shorts. I was still fixated on that sexy young body, and more than a little disappointed when her pretty pink slit was again under wraps. She walked directly at me, and I stood there like an idiot, mouth still half open. I must have looked like I was mentally challenged, frozen in this position. As she passed me, her eyes finally left my prick, which was still hanging out, and caught my eyes with a humorous twinkle.

“You better put that thing away before you hurt someone, Doc.” And with that she was past me and gone.

I looked down, a little embarrassed to find I was already sporting half a boner just from that brief encounter. God, I seemed to be horny all the time lately! I shook my head at the ridiculousness of the situation, and tucked away my juvenile delinquent of a penis.

The rest of the day was spent in relative peace. I couldn’t believe I was actually grateful for a few hours without sex! I organized our limited pharmacy, which more than doubled when Joelle and Falani returned from their hike, toting what seemed like bales of medicinal plants and bark. The friendly coal-black woman, her two children shyly peering at me from behind her, instructed me on some of the uses of the plants she had found. Joelle had a head start, and seemed already to know about most of them.

The older Korean gentleman, Do Hun, shuffled up to the fire pit with a string of fish. It seems he had been quietly dipping his line all morning, and had quite a seafood haul to show for it. Everyone gathered to help prepare a meal, with coconuts, breadfruit, a salad of some edible greens collected by Anjali, the Indian woman, and a few small crabs. We were delighted when the hunting team returned with a pig in the middle of our repast. Using sharpened bamboo spears, they had cornered it by some rocks and managed to kill it. The African women, assisted by Horace, volunteered to gut and clean it, evidently having some experience with this process, while others brought food and water to the tired but triumphant returning heroes. I congratulated Mary and the girls, secretly impressed that they had been successful on their first hunt. Now we had meat for several days.

Janie arrived from the plane shortly thereafter. She sat with Joelle and me while she ate and rehydrated.

“I think we finally have everything useful off of the plane,” she informed us tiredly. “I will be so glad not to have to scramble or swim out to that damn thing any more.” She gladly accepted my offer of a back rub, and soon was fast asleep on the sand under the shade of a palm.

I wandered over to Horace, who was by now working on the infirmary shelter, and volunteered some unskilled labor for the rest of the afternoon. He and I, Patricia, and the hippies finished that project, and made good headway on the second one before knocking off for the day.

I checked our patients, two of whom were no longer “inpatient”, having hobbled their way to where their friends were setting up shop. Dkembe was still sleeping soundly in the infirmary, now shaded by the new shelter. I was beginning to wonder if this was more of a psychological withdrawal than a head injury. I had been told he had lost his sister in the crash, and after a terrible night of near drowning in the dark trying to save her, he may have withdrawn into some kind of fugue state. Only time would tell, I guess. I just hoped we could keep his body healthy while his mind was processing the trauma.

Danielle was in the middle of the hunters, listening raptly as they breathlessly described the Great Pig-sticking Adventure. She assured me her leg was feeling fine after a little Advil and lunch. There seemed to be no neurological issues on my quick exam.

Connor was in what we had started calling Boy’s Town, where the male Tae Kwon Do students had created a ring of logs around their own small fire pit. They were playing cards and laughing, and I marveled at the way these kids bounced back from the tragedy that had befallen them. I sat with them for a while, and after a minor brainstorm suggested that the next day we have a little demonstration of martial arts for the whole settlement. They got excited with the idea, and began planning what flashy kicks they would perform. I suggested that we could have daily or every-other-day classes to keep in shape, maybe even drawing in some of our neighbors as new students.

I ambled over to Girl’s Club, the sister camp formed by our female students. They had managed to decorate the place with some shells and hanging blankets. Clothing was strung up on lines to dry, as the girls were actually keeping themselves and their clothing fairly clean. I had to tear my eyes away from the line of patterned panties dangling in the air, including a couple of very tiny thongs, which got me speculating as to which lovely young thing favored pussy-floss under her clothes.