The Island Ch. 02

Bobbie's peripheral vision began to narrow, all she could see was the surface of the pond but it seemed impossibly remote, unattainable. She opened her mouth and a stream of bubbles escaped and she inhaled water. She had nearly drowned once before at sea and she remembered the acid bite of the seawater, at least this water was fresh. She knew that she was giving up and that was the worst thing she could do. She could not surrender. She mustered the last of her strength and struck out for the surface, trailing her useless legs behind her.

She woke up on the beach with Ray's concerned face hovering above hers. She felt déjà vu, recalling the tall, rangy, shirtless, heavily tanned man towering over Robert when he washed up on the beach. So much had changed since then.

Bobbie coughed and spat out a freshet of water. Not very ladylike she thought and realised that the reflection was entirely incongruous given that she had nearly drowned. She felt the warm soft sand on her back and the sun warming her body and she smiled.

Ray's face broke out into a rare smile when he saw her do so.

"I guess you're going to be ok kid," Ray grinned and eased a stray lock of hair from her eyes.

"It's Bobbie, Chief, remember," she grinned back at him.

"It's just as well Bobbie because who else is going to cook, wash and sew and entertain the troops," Ray stroked her forehead.

She felt his hand on her flat stomach. He had used it to compress her chest to expel the water and hadn't moved it. It felt comforting.

"Glad to be of some use," she beamed.

When Ray went to take his hand away from her body she held it there.

"You saved me," she sighed.

Ray gazed down at Bobbie. Even with her hair in disarray, her eyeliner and mascara running, lipstick smeared on her full red lips she looked beautiful. Her long legs stretched out on the beach, her curvaceous body enhanced by the tight-fitting swimsuit, with her alabaster skin, her feline green eyes, she was an extraordinary beauty.

The skirt of her swimsuit had ridden up and Ray saw the V between her legs and he wondered briefly how she did that.

"Yeah I guess I did. Like I said, who else is going to do the domestic chores around here," Ray grimaced at his attempt at humour.

"Don't do that Ray," Bobbie whispered, searching his steely blue eyes.

"Don't deflect," she held him in her gaze and he leaned into her.

They kissed.

It was soft, their lips barely touching. They could feel each other breathing but the rest of the world was shut out. Bobbie raised her arms and put them gently around Ray's shoulders and he put his arm under her neck and lifted her face to his. She felt a rush of helplessness when he kissed her more firmly, his lips open just slightly. She took in his breath and she was helpless, sinking, yielding, surging on a tide that recalled the dreamlike experience of her near drowning.

Her head rested on his arm and as the kiss intensified, his tongue probing her mouth tentatively, she clung to him. He was lying side on to her and she wanted to feel his body against hers, to feel his warmth, the suppleness of his toned body on her soft delicate flesh.

His kiss became more insistent and he withdrew his hand from her belly which disappointed her briefly but when he mounted her she was rewarded with the sensuousness feel of his flesh pressing onto hers. She could feel the heat of him through the thin layer of nylon and taffeta as the world swayed and she became dizzy.

His mouth parted her shaking lips and his tongue snaked further inside, evoking feelings she had not known she was capable of experiencing. Ray's body pressed harder against her and she rose up off the sand to meet him, she locked her ankles around his calves and her arms around his back.

It was then that she realised that Ray was still naked.

She could feel his manhood on her belly like a thick python. Bobbie was confused. Had she longed for this to happen? Was Ray the faceless man she fantasised about when she sometimes late at night put her hand inside her panties to release the sexual tension she occasionally felt?

All she could think about was the wet heat of Ray's mouth on hers, his muscular body pressing on hers, his strong arms holding her tight. She hadn't dared open her eyes but she knew that his deep-blue eyes were glazed with lust and for an instant she felt a scintilla of power, she had evoked these feelings in a man she had thought of as ice-cold.

Something was happening. Ray had his hand between their bodies and he was repositioning his penis. He impatiently brushed away the taffeta skirt of her swimsuit, exposing the nylon-elastin V of the panty. He pressed his erect penis there and began to grind.

Suppressed memories returned: William Brindle drunk in the locked dressing room, refusing to let her leave... "You were wonderful tonight Bobbie, here have a drink," "Don't be ungrateful Bobbie. You owe me!" ... his insistent hands on her, forcing her to do things that she didn't want to.

The romance was gone. Was she to surrender to Ray simply because he had saved her from drowning?

Bobbie squirmed under Ray who at first thought she was encouraging him and he ground his sensitive organ against the moist silky fabric between her legs. He kissed her harder, driving his tongue into her mouth as she struggled beneath him. He felt her claw at his back with her nails and he smiled; she was a wildcat. He gripped her wrists and forced them back behind her head, holding her down in the sand as she writhed beneath him encouraging him to rub his cock against her harder and kiss her passionately, chasing her mouth with his when she shook her head from side to side.

Bobbie clamped her legs shut in a vain attempt to keep Ray's throbbing cock away from her pubis but she had inadvertently caused the opposite effect. She had effectively locked Ray's pulsing manhood between her soft creamy thighs and the silky fabric covering her crotch.

Ray groaned and she felt the sticky heat of his issue squirt onto her thighs. He pulled his cock from between her legs and Bobbie felt a warm spatter on her belly before Ray fell on top of her and ground his cock against her flat stomach. It felt like a fat throbbing serpent spitting on her belly.

Ray let go of Bobbie's wrists and kissed her deeply and lovingly as he panted into her mouth. She put her arms around his neck, but only so that her head wouldn't fall back into the sand. She raised her back up off the sand and pressed her body against him, but only so that his semen wouldn't spread any further. She locked her ankles around his legs, but only to prevent him putting his cock back between her legs.

All these things she told herself.

Ray's semen soaked through her swimsuit and she could feel the warmth of it on her tummy. She could smell the musky reek of it.

Ray gasped as the last of his issue dribbled from his hard cock. He broke the kiss and sighed.

Bobbie opened her eyes and looked up at him. His hair was soaked with sweat, his face flushed and he was struggling to breathe. But his eyes were soft and his lips were formed in a beatific smile.

He lowered his face to hers to gently kiss her but Bobbie turned her face away.

"What's wrong?" Ray whispered; the concern evident in his voice.

Bobbie turned to face him and her emerald eyes were cold.

"To the victor go the spoils," Bobbie sighed.

"What?" Ray was very confused.

"You saved me so you get to use me," Bobbie said flatly.

"Oh come on Bobbie, you wanted that as much as I did. You've wanted that for quite a while I think," Ray had that smug look on his face that Bobbie loathed.

"Get off me you oaf!" Bobbie struggled beneath him, pushing against his shoulders.

Ray laughed when she couldn't budge him. Then he obligingly rolled off her which infuriated her more.

"You think I liked that, you lug-headed moron!" Bobbie sat up in the sand bringing her knees under her chin and crossing her arms across her legs.

"You didn't seem to be complaining," Ray grinned as he gathered his towel and his belongings.

His semi-erect penis swung freely and Bobbie had to force herself not to stare at it.

"You overpowered me. I felt obliged. You had just saved my life!" Bobbie screamed.

"You just keep telling yourself that sweetheart," Ray gave her his infuriating smile and disappeared into the bush.

His head reappeared briefly from between the palms.

"And that's Chief lug-head, Seaman Bingham," he called sarcastically and Bobbie wished she had something to throw at him.

She sat on the pristine white sand and fumed.

"How dare he!" she snarled.

"He forced me! He made me! He used me!" she cried repeatedly to justify her actions.

But if Ray had forced Bobbie to do something she didn't want to, why had she had experienced the most incredible orgasm when his semen spattered on her belly? Why was the crotch of her swimsuit sodden with her own juices?

Bobbie leapt to her feet and ran down the beach and dove into the pool. She swam back to the waterfall hoping that the warm water was washing away the evidence of her complicity.

To be continued