Stranded with Melissa

Melissa made her way through the thick foliage and found herself at the edge of a pristine lake, the gorgeous crystal water surrounded by a clearing of soft deep green moss. Shaking, she removed her clothing and, taking a step up onto a rock that bordered the waters, dove in to the cold haven, shivering at its icy temperature. Floating in the water, she let her outer protectiveness melt away and began to sob. It was hard to believe the plane had crashed over 3 days ago. It felt like just minutes since she had been in the jolting cabin, tumbling towards the ground, hearing the screams of fellow passengers, and watching them die with little she could do as a nurse without the proper tools. As she gulped a breath of air, she heard the rustling of bushes nearby. Nervous that it might be a wild animal, she sunk lower into the water and edged behind the rock.

But it was a man that emerged into the clearing. Melissa remembered him as the somber stranger who had worked hard to help move the bodies out of the burning wreckage. They had only spoken once, when she offered to stitch up the place where the jagged metal edge of the plane had sliced open his arm. She had done the task silently, feeling his eyes upon her the entire time, but he hadn’t made a sound. In the day that followed, he had worked with other men to build a shelter and she hadn’t seen him since.

Sighting her, he stopped. He cleared his throat.
“I’m sorry to intrude,” he said quietly.
God she was gorgeous. It was the nurse that had helped him the other day. After that, Greg had watched her help dozens of others, without wasting a moment in the daze of shock and disbelief that had claimed other passengers.
“That’s okay,” she said shakily. He realized she had been crying.

He cautiously moved toward her. “Are you..ok?” He paused. “Wait, I’m sorry, that was stupid. None of us are okay.”
She smiled. “You’re the first to realize the meaninglessness of that question.” She went on quietly. “But thanks for asking. I’m Melissa, by the way”

He smiled back. “I remember you. I’m Greg.” A few seconds later he broke the moment by giving her a mischevious look and asking. “Mind if I join you?” Expecting a nervous stutter of an answer, as he usually received from women when he was so forward, as they were reluctant to seem easy but completely attracted to his tall, sturdy frame, warm brown eyes, and sophisticated air, and didn’t want to admit that they’d love to see him naked – he was shocked when she gave him a coy smile, dove underwater and emerged 10 feet away with a splash to call back to him, “If you think you can swim well enough!”
Grinning, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, slipped out of his pants, and, in his boxer briefs, dove in. As he came up from the dive he looked around for her, and yelped as he felt something nibble at his ankle. “What the –“

She laughed at his expression as her head emerged from the water. Feigning a concerned expression she asked “What’s the matter?” She admired the way the light off the water illuminated his skin. He really was amazing-looking. She sputtered as he splashed her in the face. Laughing she splashed him back. As he declared a truce, she swam lazily toward him, feeling more comfortable then she had in days. As his eyes connected with hers, she felt her heart thumping in her chest.

He felt himself becoming aroused as he gazed into her eyes, and then let himself be distracted by the contours of her breasts rising above the water. Taking a step closer, he resisted the urge to touch her. A cold drop of rain on his shoulder startled him from the dreamlike state. Soon it began to pour. Grinning at her, he said “We’d better get back to shelter. But her eyes never left his. Slowly he took her hand and guided her to the side of the lake. He could feel her trembling. Now she was looking down at the water.

“Hey.” He murmured. She looked up at him. Before he could think his lips were on hers, warm and succulent, moving slowly, searching…

They broke apart as thunder crashed around them. In the distance there was a scream. Startled, they looked at each other. Looking up at the forest through which they had come, Greg could see flames licking at the tops of the trees. Lightning had struck. Together they hurried back to the camp. Suddenly Melissa saw something from the corner of her eye. A flash of red. Horrified, she stopped. A man had been crushed under a tree. Turning to Greg, she said quickly, “Go get help, we need to lift it off” Greg, still in shock, nodded and then turned to run. Rushing over to the man’s side, she found that it was just his lower body underneath the heavy tree. Feeling for a pulse, she exhaled, relieved, to find that he was alive. She began to speak to him. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes. “Sir, everything’s going to be okay. We’ve got people coming to help get this big old thing off you.”

Soon Greg arrived with 30 of the men from the camp. Melissa watched in awe as he proficiently organized them and had the log moved off the man, who’s name was George, in a matter of minutes. Then she had them carry him back to the camp while she selected wood for a splint for his legs.

Later that night, after spending three hours setting George’s broken legs, Melissa stepped out from the shelter, and, shivering, made her way over to the fire. Soon, fatigue from the long day overcame her, and she went to lie down, still shivering.

A few minutes later she felt warm arms slip around her and a warm body move close to hers. The shivering lapsed and Melissa and Greg lay silently spooning, listening to the waves.
“You were amazing.” He said softly. She turned to face him, not even the slightest bit uncomfortable with his proximity, nuzzling up close to him and replying “You were too. The way you got everyone together and got George out from under there so fast… saved his life” Greg kissed her forehead. He’d never felt this protective of someone before, and what was ironic was that she was strong in so many ways, she didn’t need protecting. But sometimes, she was just so vulnerable. He felt himself shaking as she moved her lips up to meet his, and they shared a kiss so tender his heart ached. The continued to kiss slowly, each of them reveling in the comfort they had missed for so long, and finally drifted to sleep.

Melissa awoke to find Greg’s arms still around her. Smiling, but hot in the sunshine of the morning, she slipped quietly from his hold and stretched. He stirred and his eyes opened. Smiling, she said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Sleepily gazing up at her he murmered, “That’s okay, I’d rather be awake with you.”

Smiling coyly, she said “You know what I really need? A bath.” Stepping out of her jeans leaving him staring at her brown, tanned legs in cotton panties, she began to walk toward the lake. Greg jumped up and followed her, grabbing her from behind, his hands cupping her breasts, and kissed her neck, getting even harder listening to her moan. He realized how long it had been since he’d been with a woman, he’d been so busy with work and then the crash… Greg let Melissa lead the way to the lake, watching her from behind and getting so hard he thought he might burst. Reaching the edge of the water, Melissa pulled off her shirt and slowly, turning, unhooked her bra. Greg sucked his breath in as he stared at her round, brown breasts fall free. Ripping off his shirt he went toward her and brought his naked chest close to hers, enjoying the warmth of their naked upper bodies. Melissa, feeling free and aroused in the remote wild setting, lowered her hands and, undid his pants, watching them fall to the ground and taking in his large erection pulsing against his underwear.

She swallowed, anticipating all the things she could do with that penis. He pulled her into him and, clutching her head in his hands, kissed her with hunger and an intense urgency that made her shake. Slowly, they moved into the water until they were up to their waists. Greg, his hands clutching her breasts, moved his mouth to her nipples, finding them hard in the cold water. Suddenly, he disappeared beneath the surface, and Melissa moaned as she felt his hands slipping down the elastic of her underwear and moving a finger into her warm folds of skin. He entered her with a finger, slowly, and then two, stretching her. Then he let his tongue find its way into the warmth. As she grabbed his head, he slowly emerged from the surface, and, picking her up, brought her to shore, where he laid her on the mossy ground. Slowly, he parted her legs, and as she writhed and sighed and moaned, moved his tongue in quick flicks over her clit, and driving it deep inside of her. He ran his hands up her belly to clutch her breasts as he let himself be lost in the lust and passion.

A rustling of the bushes shocked them both to their senses, and they sat up and watched as two rabbits emerged from the brush. Their laughter at the interruption died on their lips as the watched one of the rabbits approach the other from behind and enter her, humping wildly in the morning sun. Amazingly turned on by this rugged natural display, Melissa ripped Greg’s underwear off, pushed him back onto the ground, and took his penis in her mouth with urgency. Once he was lubed up enough, she kneeled and starred at him, then leaned forward to bite his ear, whispering, “Fuck me. Hard.” With a wave of aggressive lust, he spread her legs and drove himself deep inside of her warmth as she cried out in pleasure. “Oh God, YES! Fuck me, harder, harder.

Take me, FILL ME” Pumping harder and harder as her cries drove him mad with passion, he picked her up and flipped her around so that he was starring at her curvaceous behind, her breasts dangling tantalizingly in front of him. Spreading her lips apart, he drove into her from behind as she pushed back toward him with equal furvor. He gripped her breasts with passion, using them as handles to pull her back onto his engorged, wet dick, dripping with the juices from her quivering pussy. As she screamed with lust, he grunted back “Yes, YES,” She pushed with mounting fury, bringing him deeper and deeper inside of her until they exploded together in an eruption of passion.