Trapped On Tropical Island

“Your muscles,” she said, smiling suggestively.
“Nice try seeing that I don’t have any.”

Sly grinned and Vicky turned towards her boyfriend and asked suggestively, “Well stud, how about I give you a very sensational massage?”
Sly Walker stared at her wide-eyed for several minutes, giving the matter a lot of thought before thinking, ‘Well, we’ll just need to keep an eye on me in case I go into a seizure, but other than that we could at least make out.’ Then he addressed his girlfriend and made it very clear that there would be no intercourse, but they could have a serious make out session.
“That suits me,” his girlfriend said, shrugging. “We should wait until we are ready to lose our virginity. Come on; let’s go to the tree house and make out.”

Sly followed his girlfriend without a word and let her climb the ladder first. There was an old joke the two used to play on each other that Sly was being incredibly polite by always letting his girlfriend climb first, but the real reason was that he had absolutely no muscles and it would have been physically impossible for him to climb the bamboo ladder that was tied with vines. Once they got inside, they gave each other a long kiss before necking like crazy. They began licking all the uncovered erotic parts of each other’s body before Vicky pushed her boyfriend down on the enormous hammock that was made by vines and removed her bra and revealed her breasts to him. There was a pause and all movement stopped. The two lovers looked deep within each other’s eyes as if studying each other.

The woman had a hand on the man’s chest and slowly, after cracking his knuckles, he touched her breasts and inched his way suggestively put his hand down her bottom. She noticed his hands shaking slightly and asked concerned if there was a problem.

“If there was,” he replied, “I’d tell you immediately. Now kiss me.”
Vicky smiled and removed his hand from where it was placed and slipped out of her bottom kissing him like he had asked.
“Now remember,” Sly said, “there will be no intercourse, but, as far as I’m concerned, anything else goes.”
Sly, whose hands had now stopped shaking, rested for several minutes with Vicky looming over him. A short time later, however, he tossed his clothing to the side and the two lovers immediately began making out before the woman pulled back and said, “Stop, I need to catch my breath and my heart’s beating so fast.”
Mine too,” her boyfriend replied, concerned for his girlfriend. “Now are you okay? Do you want to stop?
“No. We’ll continue making out shortly,” she replied.

They waited a few minutes and then Vicky grabbed an orange and squeezing the juice onto her boyfriend’s face and neck.
“I take it that we’re continuing?”
“Yes; do you want a massage?”
“Sure,” Sly answered as the two lovers looked deep within each other’s eyes smiling suggestively.
“Turn over.”

Vicky Jackson washed her hands in some water, before she placed her hand on her boyfriend’s back and began rubbing the orange juice on her hands and rubbing them together.
“I wonder how Vinnie’s holding up with the business,” Sly said, turning over.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Vicky said soothingly, since she was trying to reassure her boyfriend and put his mind at ease for once. “Now just relax.”
“Can you get more juice? Maybe even some of your own.”
Vicky noticed her boyfriend’s sly smile and realized what was going on.
“Your cock is fully erect, isn’t it,” she asked, suggestively. 

Sly denied it immediately, but Vicky told him to prove it. Finally after some thought, the former decided that the latter had won and said, “Alright, you win. My prick is erect.”
“Show me it. Don’t hide your manhood.”

There was a pause and then Sly said, “Finish my back first using your sweet pussy juice.” 
There was a pause and his twenty-eight year-old girlfriend answered him by saying, “As you wish, stud,” and starting fingering her vagina.
When it was moist, she placed her right hand on it and starting rubbing. Sly had his eyes closed the entire time as he waited for her. Once the palm of her hand was moist enough she rubbed her hands together she began once more to use circular strokes.

Just then Sly’s hand really began to shake. He grabbed it and squeezed hard. When Vicky tried to continue the massage, he resisted, so she stopped and that is when she figured out what was going on. Her boyfriend’s left hand was noticeably shaking so she climbed off him and slid off the hammock and onto the wooden floor.

“Are you okay,” Vicky asked, concerned.
“I’m fine,” Sly answered as the shaking stopped. “It was only seizure activity, nothing more.”
“I could stop if you want.”
“No, I’m fine. You can continue doing my back.”

Vicky Jackson climbed back on Sly Walker extra carefully and began once again to use the circular strokes on her boyfriend. She finished up using the circular motions with the neck to ease the strain and had also finished up on the shoulders. Now Vicky started to massage Sly’s right arm as he cracked his left knuckles.

At one point in her life, she had taken a class at a community college on massage. While she was in Japan, most of what she ate was sushi. By the time Vicky returned, she was also fluent in the language, for she, like Sly, could pick up languages very fast if she was in a place where people spoke it.

She went right down to the fingertips with the right arm and then did the same to the left. Sly stopped cracking his knuckles when she starting to work on the second arm.
Sly Walker was eccentrically taking a nap by the time Vicky Jackson was working on his back. He uttered that he wanted stronger pressure and she complied.
Vicky began working on her boyfriend’s butt admiring it as she massaged it. When Sly sensed this he said, “You admiring my ass aren’t you?”
Vicky denied it, but she was so bad at doing it she simply burst out laughing and had to admit it.
“Do you mind,” she asked.
“Not at all. It’s good to have a second opinion.”

The two laughed and the talking seamed to stop for a while. Vicky finished working on her boyfriend’s butt and moved onto the right leg. However, by that time, she had discovered she was out of pussy juice, so she told him that she would be back soon and shortly, she returned with a coconut.

“Close your eyes,” she said soothingly and Sly complied and soon his right leg was being worked on. Using her fingers and thumbs, Vicky went up to the ankle and stopped. She repeated the same movement with the other leg.
“Turn over,” she commanded and Sly flipped himself over and upon close examination, Vicky discovered that he had ejaculated. When she noticed this, she licked the serum off and said, seductively, “That half must have been really good, you gorgeous stud.”

“You’re a saucy bitch,” he said, suggestively. “And in case you didn’t notice, your tits are erect. Also, I wouldn’t be surprised if your pussy has swollen up.”
His girlfriend did not reply for she was looking at her boyfriend’s erect penis and touched at it like this was the first penis she ever saw.

When Sly Walker figured this out, he suggestively caressed her breasts. As he slowly moved his hand down to her vagina, he said, “This is the first prick you’ve seen, isn’t it?”
“The same goes for you with my tits and pussy. It’s too bad you can’t get a good look at them.”
“Stand up.”
“Excuse me.”
“Stand up.”

Vicky stood up and placed her hands on her hips and said, jokingly, “There, you can now get a good look at me.”
“I sure can,” Sly said, smiling seductively as he starred at her naked body. He smiled suggestively before scratching at his chin, which he had just recently shaved with a rock. Then the American female walked over to the american male and leaned clover. Soon she was on her boyfriend and faking a seductive pose. Then she said suggestively to her boyfriend’s penis but not her boyfriend, “I’m going to get you, you little prick.”

“You know,” Sly said seductively to his girlfriend as he licked her erect nipples, while she stroked his erect penis, “I find the most erotic part of a woman to be the breasts.”
“I’m sure you do.”

Vicky Jackson continued Sly Walker’s massage by lightly covering the chest and abdomen with circular motions. She avoided touching his genitals and in fact, did not go near the pubic region at all. That is until she asked him suggestively if he wanted her to give him the corkscrew. Sly asked Vicky what it was and she explained. Sly agreed saying that it would be a pleasure if she could do that to him, so using more pussy juice, Vicky placed one hand on each side of her boyfriend’s penis shaft and slid them around in opposite directions at the same time as if she was trying to twist his penis in half and then slid back again. She repeated this ten times and even time he moaned loudly. Finally, he collapsed into a soothing state of relaxation and held out one arm briefly as an invitation to snuggle. Vicky decided to give in, after licking his ear and the two lovers were soon fast asleep with one hand on the other one’s genitals. The two, however, were also wrapped in each other’s arms.
While they were asleep, Sly massaged his girlfriend’s vagina and thought, ‘My God, her pussy is so swollen.’

They slept silently and without much movement, if any, as they waited for the next day when they would hunt and gather supplies again. And since there was no penetration, Sly Walker and Vicky Jackson did not consider what they did intercourse, they still considered themselves virgins. Eventually though, they would decide to have intercourse, but that would not be until after they got of the Island and when they were ready. And if they did not get off Tropical Island . . . well that is another issue entirely.