Alone Together: A Steamy Short Story

6. Naked

Max's eyes had almost fallen out of their sockets when I undressed earlier, but I didn't care. And if I was completely honest with myself, I'd have to admit I kinda liked his stare. It had been a long time since I felt desirable.

I didn't get naked because of that, though. These gross clothes started to get to me. They itched, they smelled, and they chafed against my skin, which got all irritated and red because there was still sand scraping everywhere. Plus, it was just nasty that I was wearing them for more days already without having a proper washing machine to wash them. God, I want my washing machine.

Maybe that's a little ridiculous, since I have more important things to deal with in my life right now (like panicking about being stuck on a fucking deserted island), but just because I'm stuck here, I have little else to do then to pay attention to these little bothersome things.

Of course, I also thought a lot about my family, friends and company. I thought about them every hour I spent here in this tropical paradise, and I was worried for Max and myself too, but I also just longed for a warm shower, or a piece of chocolate. And my phone. God, I wanted my phone! Not only to call my parents, sister and friends but also just to check my apps and look things up! Especially things that would be useful to know when you're stuck on a deserted island!

I poured a little shampoo on my head and washed my hair, then rinsed out by sticking my head underneath the water stream. This was already a bit of pure bliss.

After brushing my teeth and washing my hair, I felt cleaner than ever!

Max had fled into the cave after my little strip show, and I hadn't seen him after that. "Max?" I yelled. "Are you still there?"

I figured he just took a moment to himself, something that was absolutely right to do. I also took a few minutes to myself now and then when I just wanted to be alone for a while. We were only here for days, but it felt like weeks sometimes.

"I am," he replied.

"Okay," I answered back.

"I'm...still building a little courage to come out. Cause...I'm naked too."

"You are?" I chuckled. "Well, it's like ripping off a bandage. Don't think, just do it." I shouted, slowly swimming back to the waterfront.

There he came. With his hands in front of his crotch, he walked towards the edge. Damn, his body looked so fine. His light brown skin glowed in the sunlight, like he was made of bronze. He even had more tattoos than I thought he had. I honestly have never met a guy this hot before. Maybe I could use his abs as a washboard, like those Victorian ladies used to wash clothes, because it certainly was ribbed and hard enough. He had an eight pack right there. Good enough to grate cheese on.

When I looked up at his face, I saw he looked terrified. His brows wrinkled, and his nose scrunched.

"Oh, come on, Max. It's not like I've never seen a naked guy before. I've seen plenty," I cooed, eagerly wanting to see what he had underneath his hands.