Marooned Together Pt. 02

Barbara spread the lips of her labia open and then rubbed up to her clit. She shuddered a bit and grasped her right breast with her free hand. Her legs bent and her feet were now on Dean's upper thighs.

"God you're hot Barb," Dean said using his limited inhibitions to keep from pouncing on top of her.

"Mmm," Barb moaned louder rubbing her clit faster and faster. She opened her eyes and lifted her head looking at Dean's cock. In her drunken state, everything else was out of focus. She moved one of her small feet from Dean's leg and ran her toes up the front of his cock. Dean's face contorted with pleasure and surprise.

"No touching," he said more to himself than Barbara.

"You want me to stop," said Barbara cupping her feet together and starting to stroke his cock with them while continuing to rub her clit.

"Mmm no," he groaned lightly his eyes opening and closing in pleasure.

Barbara pumped at his cock with her feet and rubbed her clit with one hand sliding a finger in with the other. Feeling Dean's hard cock in her feet made her so hot, but she really wished it was inside of her mouth or pussy instead. She knew her orgasm was close approaching.

Dean all the sudden slumped over. His hard cock pulling away from Barbara's feet. She stopped for a second and then realized Dean had passed out. Fuck, she thought, just as I was about to come.

She made sure he was breathing and then grabbed the bottle of vodka and took a deep drink of it. She went back to rubbing her pussy for a bit, but before she could reach orgasm she also passed out.

* * * * *

Dean woke up with no idea where, when, or how he was. It was pitch black, but the stars were still out. He was still quite drunk. He felt even drunker as the raft moved in the gentle waves without realizing he was on a raft. He rolled over a bit and into Barbara's legs. She was oriented opposite of him, with her feet almost in his face. He mistook her for Julie, still in a state of drunkenness. He knelt and felt his way up her leg in the darkness. He was drunk and still rather horny. He felt his way and lightly rubbed her crotch, before laying down next to her more or less face to face. He felt her one of her breasts with his hand and thought it seemed a little large. He pushed his body and hard cock against her.

He kissed her lightly on the lips and she kissed back. He knew Julie's mouth and this wasn't it. He pulled back.

"What? Who?" he said confused.

"Mmm baby come back and cuddle," Barbara moaned drunkenly and rolled on top of him. She nuzzled his neck and wrapped her arms around him still mostly asleep. Dean's hard dick was pushed against her bare pussy. Her large breasts pressed against his chest.

Reality slowly worked its way back into Dean's brain. Shit we got way too drunk, he thought to himself. He tried to push Barbara off of him but she was clinging to him tightly. God, she felt good against him. The warmth of her body was washing over him. Her breath on his neck was only making him more aroused.

He rolled to the side trying to free himself, but it made the situation worse as Barbara wrapped her legs around him and began pumping her hips back and forth. Her wet pussy rubbed up and down Dean's throbbing dick. It took more will power than Dean thought he had to not plow into her, but instead he worked to wake her fully up.

"Barb, Barb," Dean said shaking her shoulder. "Wake up its me Dean."

Barb loosened her grip a little and started to come out of her haze. Dean freed himself of her grasp and knelt, turning on the light in the middle of the canopy of the raft, illuminating the area. He looked down to see Barbara squinting up at him, spread eagle on floor of the raft. Her swollen pussy glistened inches from his rock-hard cock.

"Oh damn," Barbara exclaimed. "I forgot where we were and thought you were Jeff for a second."

"Yeah, I know the feeling," Dean laughed.

"You know we could turn off the light and keep pretending," Barbara said biting her lip temptingly and lightly grabbing his cock.

Dean was tempted to give in but shock his head. Barbara pouted a little releasing his cock from her gentle grasp.

"At least cuddle me," she offered. "A breeze is starting to come up."

She was right. Dean could feel the chill in the air now that they weren't cuddled together. He set the raft's LED light at its lowest level and laid back next to her. They both laid chest to chest on their sides and held each other in the relative darkness. Eventually his erection subsided and they both feel asleep.

* * * * *

They woke up the next morning to the bright sun. They both squinted. Dean was surprised to find, though a bit tired, he really wasn't very hungover. Barbara wasn't quite as lucky. Her head was pounding. The canopy was still open and the sun was zapping her brain like a laser.

"Shit man," she swore lightly, her throat dry from drinking too much. "Can you close the Canopy?"

Dean half stood up and pulled down the orange canopy. The bright sunlight was now a dull orange glow, much better for someone suffering from a post-vodka headache. Dean grabbed some water and sat down next to Barbara. Despite her current situation she still looked phenomenal. Her legs were slightly spread and her large tits laid flat on her chest. Her fiery red hair spread around her head like a halo.

Dean drank some water and then offered it to Barbara.

"Thanks," she squeaked out seating up and drinking a gulp of the water. At least her stomach seemed ok she thought gratefully. She laid back in Dean's lap. Her long hair covered his semi hard cock.

"Doing alright Barb?" he asked.

"Feel like I got hit by a truck."

"Sit up I'll massage your neck and shoulders," Dean offered. "It always helps Julie when she has a hangover."

Barbara slowly got up and then sat in between Dean's legs and leaned back. Dean slowly massaged Barbara's temples then moved to her neck. Barbara closed her eyes and was immediately feeling a little better. Dean's strong hands were surprisingly gentle. Barbara hadn't really had hands on her for days now. She couldn't deny Dean's massage was starting to stimulate her more than it normally would.

Dean felt Barbara's breathing become slower and deeper as she melted against him. He rubbed her neck and shoulders. He watched as one of her own dainty freckled hands moved down her stomach, between her legs, and finally to her glistening pussy. She rubbed it softly as if to not bring attention to it. Her breathing became deeper and deeper. With her middle finger she softly rubbed her clit.

"Sometimes this helps me with a hangover," she more or less moaned a little breathless. "Hope you don't mind."

"Um, no its fine," Dean muttered swallowing hard. His cock was getting harder and harder against her back. She didn't seem to mind.

Dean couldn't help but watch as her legs spread a bit wider and she rubbed a bit faster. Her large nipples were fully erect and she gripped Dean's leg with her free hand. Dean continued massaging her shoulders. His now fully erect cock rubbed against Barbara's back as she writhed against him.

Barbara's breathing became more erratic. Her feet alternated between rising in the air and supporting her hips as they pushed off the surface of the raft as she rubbed her clit more liberally. In her fit of pleasure, she reached up and grabbed one of Dean's hand's and pulled it down to her tit. Caught up in the act Dean gave in and massaged her large breast. He quickly abandoned the shoulders altogether and massaged her tits with both hands occasionally squeezing her large nipples.

"Oh yes Dean," Barbara moaned. "I'm going to come oh yes."

Dean squeezed her tits hard as she slid three fingers into herself with one hand and continued rubbing her clit with the other. Both of her feet were raised up from the raft and her body began shaking and quivering.

"Mmm yes, yes, yes," She moaned softly as she orgasmed hard coming for the first time in days.

Her body went limp against Dean. Dean took it as a cue to go back to massaging her shoulders. After a minute she turned and pecked him on the lips.

"Thanks for the massage," Barbara smiled at him. "You need some assistance?"

Dean was a bit taken aback.

"Umm, yeah I appreciate the offer, but I just, you know can't"

"So, you're going to edge until were rescued," Barbara joked. "Your balls are probably going to explode."

"You might be right," Dean laughed.

Barbara's head was feeling quite a bit better and they eventually got dressed, but spent the majority of the day recovering from their night of debauchery. The lounged against each other taking naps cuddled up. It was obvious some walls were breaking down, even if they had avoided outright sex. Dean wouldn't admit it, but Barbara was right about his balls starting to get sore from edging. He wasn't sure how much longer he could withstand her teasing.

* * * * *

Days passed with little to report. They did some fishing, a little bit of careful swimming, played some cards, but avoided the two remaining bottles of vodka. At night they cuddled together, but clothed. That being said they said, they did stop being as modest around one another. They would sit around naked as their clothes dried and no longer tried to hide when using the 'bathroom'.

The very same night Jeff and Julie found themselves naked in the alcove, Dean and Barbara were still out in the raft. Once the storm passed over Jeff and Julie, it began hammering Dean and Barbara on the raft. It tossed them across the sea like a beach ball. Wave after wave smashing against their bow-less boat. Despite having the canopy down water was entering the boat quickly. They furiously bailed water over the side of the raft.

"Jesus this seems bad," Barbara stated. "Do we have a life raft in the life raft."

"Unfortunately, no," He laughed, happy she could still joke. "But this thing is meant to withstand all kinds of storms. We are going to be ok. I promise."

This reassurance calmed Barbara's nerves a bit and they continued bailing. They were both soaking wet. Dean had on his trusty swim trunks, but Barbara was only wearing her long white tee shirt when the storm really kicked in. It was now completely see-through. Dean couldn't help but admire it her body through her wet shirt. He still hadn't orgasmed and was getting more and more easily aroused.

Dean was behind Barbara bailing while checking out her ass and pussy slyly when the raft took a large wave. It pushed Barbara's ass right back into Dean. The hit knocked him off balance and for a minute they laid there tangled up. Barbara's pussy was right in front of Dean's face. He could smell her sweet aroma. Without really thinking he stuck out his tongue and licked. Barbara quivered in surprise.

"Wow, sounds like an idea for later," She joked. Dean shook his head and came out of his trance.

"Sorry, I literally couldn't resist."

They untangled and Barbara smirked at him and checked out his cock straining against his soaked swim trunks. They quickly got back to work and continued bailing water out of the raft for a few more hours.

Finally, the storm subsided. After getting the last bit of water out of the raft, they were exhausted. Barbara removed her long wet tee-shirt and rang it out over the side of the raft, her naked ass and pussy aimed right at Dean. He could help but get aroused and was sporting a half erect dick when he removed his own trunks to try and wring them out.

"Guess you're happy to see my," Barbara said looking over her shoulder and sticking out her tongue teasingly.

"Sorry natural reaction," Dean shook his head slightly laughing.

They hung up their clothes to dry and cuddled together. They were both exhausted and despite Dean's hard-on poking Barbara's ass they both fell asleep without further incident.

The next day the awoke as the sun rose, but something was different.

"Barbara, wake up," Dean shook her freckled bare shoulder. "We aren't moving."

Barbara was quickly awake and together they opened the raft canopy revealing that they had washed up on a beach. Both of them, still naked, jumped out of the raft onto the sand.

"Thank god!" Dean exclaimed.

Barbara ran to Dean and wrapped her arms around him. Dean hugged her back. In their excitement, she raised herself up on her tip toes and kissed him on the lips. Dean kissed back surprising himself. Barbara opened her mouth and Dean's hands slid down her back to her ass pulling her into him. The rush of adrenaline was intoxicating. Dean's cock hardened against Barbara's stomach. Dean wanted nothing more than to lay her down on the beach and slide inside of her, but as the initial rush wore off, he forced himself away from her and let out a deep breath.

"Looks like we are going to live," Dean smiled almost as if to pretend their make-out session hadn't happened. "Assuming there is fresh water and food on this island."

"Don't jinx it," Barbara joked.

Dean and Barbara pulled the raft further up the beach to keep it from getting pushed back into the ocean. Dean put on his trunks and Barbara put on her Bikini. They spent the next few hours walking around their island. They walked hand in hand discovering several fresh water springs, plenty of coconuts and fruit, and several good locations for fishing and swimming.

* * * * *

Dean wasn't sure rescue was ever coming. So, he decided they should make a robust shelter. Over the next few weeks, they dismantled the raft and built a large bamboo structure around it like a mini house. The raft would act as their mattress as long as it continued to hold air. They built tables and chairs out of bamboo. They basically set up a home. Although it was like playing house, Dean was still cautious to not let things go beyond cuddling at night and holding hands occasionally, but after about 3 weeks on the island that was all about to change.

Dean walked back up from the water carrying two large spiny lobster and a fish he had caught while out fishing. His blonde beard had started growing in and his hair was getting shaggy. Barbara was returning from gathering some coconuts and fruit.

"Nice catch!"

"Thanks," said Dean. "I figured we would have a house warming party tonight and what's better for that than lobster?"

"Vodka?"

Dean laughed.

"Trying to get me naked again?"

"It has been a while," answered Barbara licking her lips.

"Ok, maybe a little vodka, but not as much as last time."

The next few hours, they prepared the food and before long were feasting like island royalty.

They were both a few shots of vodka in by the end of dinner.

"So, want to play a game?"

"Sure, what are you thinking?" asked Dean.

"Let's play high card truth or dare," Barbara suggested. "Whoever has the low card has to do a truth or dare. They can decide which."

Dean considered Barbara was probably trying to get intimate with him again, but he was also horny and bored so he decided to play along.

They dealt the first cards. Dean lost.

"Hmm dare."

"Ok take a drink of vodka."

"Easy enough," He took a swig.

Dean lost the next hand too and ended up taking another swig. Barbara lost the next two hands and ended up with the same vodka sipping fate as Dean.

Dean got a queen and smirked; until Barbara laid down a king.

"Damn," he smiled, "Truth I guess?"

"Hmm, do you think Jeff and Julie are still alive?"

"Well, that's a little heavy for truth or dare," Dean said taken aback. "I mean I hope they are, but honestly I don't think their odds are very good. If they are alive, I can only imagine the fights they are having."

"I feel the same. I also wonder if we will ever make it back to the real world."

"Yeah, I imagine everyone assumes we're dead too," offered Dean.

"Who's getting heavy now," Barbara smirked and took a swig of vodka and passed the bottle to Dean. He took swig himself.

"Next round," Dean suggested, dealing two more cards. This time he won the hand.

"Truth."

"Hmm, who has the bigger dick me or Jeff?"

"Oh, that's a good question," Barbara bit her lip thinking about it. "I think Jeff's is a bit longer but yours might have more girth. I'd have to see it again to be sure."

"We'll see," Dean teased.

Dean lost the next hand and ended up giving Barbara the show she wanted removing his shorts. Barbara lost next and ended up topless wearing only her thong bikini bottoms; both of them sat in their handmade chairs. Deans circumcised cock was starting to get pretty stiff. They passed the bottle of vodka again.

Barbara lost the next hand.

"Dare," she shouted.

"How about a lap dance."

Dean seemed looser than ever before and it wasn't only the alcohol. Barbara wondered if the realization that Julie was probably dead was finally starting to set in for him.

"Oh, I think I can provide that for you," Barbara stood up and seductively walked towards him.

The sun was starting to go down behind Barbara as she walked towards him. The lighting framed her pale and freckled body perfectly. She licked her lips walking towards him. Dean took in the view of her generous tits, slim waist, tight stomach, and perfectly wide hips. As she got to him, she turned around and bent over in front of him right between his legs giving him an excellent view of her ass and barely covered pussy. Dean reached out and rubbed her ass softly.

"No touching," she jokingly snapped at him.

Dean put his hands up in the air surrendering. Barbara backed her ass up against his lap and hard cock, rubbing up and down on his cock sandwiched between her ass cheeks. After a few minutes she seductive walked a few steps away from him on her tip toes. Dean looked up and down her flexed legs. She turned and walked back towards him flipping her hair as she did. She straddled his lap trapping his cock between the two of them and grinding against him. Dean felt her warm tits pressing against him. Barbara reached down and grabbed his cock. For a minute Dean thought she was going to slide it into her, but instead she put it inside of her bikini bottoms. He could feel her pussy lips slide up his cock as she continued to grind up and down on him. He still hadn't come in weeks and thought he might soon be exploding inside Barbara's bikini bottoms. Right as he thought he might be going over the edge she stopped and kissed him deeply on the mouth before slowly walking back to her chair. Dean watched her ass the whole way. His mouth wide open.

They both took another swig of vodka, before continuing to the next round. Dean lost.

"Dare," he continued the trend.

"Hmm, how about you come kneel in front of me and lick this," Barbara offered removing her bikini bottom and spreading her pussy, that was now covered in the short red hair that had begun growing back. "I know you wanted to during the storm. Now's your chance."

Dean stood up and walked to Barbara, his cock still at full attention. He spread her legs a bit with his hands and slowly kissed up her thigh, almost to her wet pussy, before he started back at her other knee kissing back up to the edge of her labia. Barbara could feel his newly grown beard tickling and stimulating the sensitive nerves of her legs.

"Mmm stop teasing," she half moaned running her hands through his shaggy blonde hair. She pulled his face between her legs.

Dean kissed her pussy softly and began licking softly around her labia. Barbara breathing increased and her skin flushed all over her body. She lifted her legs and put them up on Dean's shoulders. He reached up and squeezed Barbara's large tits causing her to arch her back pushing her pussy against his face. Dean began licking her clit alternating between flicking his tongue on it and licking at it in long soft licks.

"Mmm, yes," Barbara moaned. "God your hot."

Dean's cock was rock hard as he continued lapping at her pussy. He could feel her nipples fully erect in his hand. He could feel her body heaving as she breathed deeper and faster. Barbara's delicate feet moved up and rested on Dean's broad shoulders and he licked and kissed at her pussy and clit more aggressively.