Lost and Found: A Stranded in Paradise Romance

Found

After Dylan returned to the beach, I stared out at the sea, reflecting on what he'd said. I was still angry about what he'd done, but a part of me understood his reasons. Ever since we'd landed upon the island, I'd discovered a newfound peace while my troubles at home slowly drifted away. There was something pure and simple about this cloistered way of life, living off the land and having only ourselves to be accountable to. And in spite of what I'd told him earlier, I did love him, more than I cared to admit.

He was kind, gentle, talented, and hot as hell. He'd ignited a passion within me that I'd almost forgotten still existed. It had been fun building our new home on the island and learning how to provide for ourselves. Even the shark attack had snapped me out of my boring routine, and the fact that he'd risked his life to save me told me everything I needed to know about him. I'd never been loved like this before, and I'd never fallen for anyone so hard either.

So what happens now? I thought to myself. I'd already told him that I didn't love him and I didn't want to see him again. Are you just going to sit up here and feel sorry for yourself while you pray for another ship to pass by? What if the one he saw was a fluke and we're stuck on this isolated island for a few more weeks or months?

Or years?

He's the perfect man, for God's sake. Not to mention the perfect lover. Do you really think you can live without that magnificent cock for more than a few days?

As I watched the sun beginning to set in the West with no sign of any ships on the horizon, I curled up next to the fire, remembering the exhilarating feeling when we first made love under the waterfall. I reached over toward the spindle he'd carved with his stone knife and inserted it into my dripping pussy from behind my ass, rolling over and humping my fingers on the hard ground, crying out his name when I climaxed from the memory of his cock pulsing inside me. Afterwards, I fell asleep crying, having no idea what the future held in store for us.

* * *

In the morning, I woke up with a sore back and I resolved to stop pouting and make use of the comfortable bed Dylan had made for us in the nearby tree. I wasn't too proud to avail myself of the luxuries he'd provided for us, and maybe I'd get lucky if he decided to sleep there instead of the beach, finding me lying naked and waiting for him. But in the meantime, I was stuck up here eating coconut and breadfruit while he enjoyed roast crab and snapper on the beach, undoubtedly amusing himself with his newfound surfboard.

While I held a slice of breadfruit over the fire on a skewer, I peered toward the southwest, looking for any sign of a man-made object on the horizon. I was looking forward to telling Dylan how much tastier the native fruit was when it was properly cooked, but I didn't have the courage to face him after what I'd said to him yesterday. Instead, I inhaled in the exotic scent of the roasted gourd, tasting almost like French fries when seasoned with coconut juice.

"Why the hell are you in such a hurry to return home, anyway?" I said to myself. "You've got everything you need here. Fresher food, better views, cleaner air, and the man of your dreams."

Except he probably doesn't want you anymore. After what you said to him, he'll likely never even talk with you again, let alone make love to you.

"Shut up!" I said, brushing my pesky conscience off my shoulder while I peered up to the heavens, screaming in anguish.

But when I glanced back down toward the water, I noticed something new on the horizon and I stood up, holding my hand over my brow to block out the reflecting sun, squinting my eyes to see if I was imagining things. When I saw some lettering on the side of the hull, I knew my eyes weren't deceiving me. I was a large cargo ship, passing along the same sea lane that Dylan had pointed out to me earlier.