Boarding

Jason sat in the chair, tense as she parted his legs and slipped down between them onto her knees. Her hands, so delicate and small, were petting his thighs as she slipped one up the leg of his basketball shorts. He swallowed hard as her fingertips slipped over his cock in such a knowing way and she began to jerk him off gently. He let out an audible gasp so loud he was afraid someone would hear. She gave him a quirk little smile as she pushed the shorts up to pull his erect cock from the leg hole. He looked around, head on a swivel, as this girl, no more then twelve years old, was about to suck him off in public. Who was she? Where was he? Everything was a blur as the intense moment played itself out. His heart rate quickened, and he resigned himself to the moment.

Reaching out, he slid his fingers through her hair, pulling her little mouth closer. Just as he could feel the warmth of her breath, he thought he was going to blow that instant all over her pretty face, when she stopped suddenly. Looking up at him with those mischievous eyes, she smirked and opened her mouth to speak for the first time.

“Excuse me, sir?”

Jason's face looked at her, twisted in confusion, as the voice that came from her did not match at all to her age.

“W...What?” he asked.

“Excuse me, Sir? I believe this is your flight,” she said again with a mature feminine voice.

Just at that moment, he felt a hand on his shoulder as he suddenly fell backwards, losing his balance as the back of the chair and the window behind it broke to pieces. The girl who was about to give him the best BJ of his life was soaring away from him, giggling as he fell. Suddenly slamming into another chair, he jolted into an upright position. Looking around and seeing hundreds of people, his first thought was to wonder if anyone saw. Then he heard a loud ding and a voice on the intercom.

“Flight PR-102, Nonstop from Los Angeles to Manila, Now Boarding Zone 4”

As things began to make more sense, he noticed the woman bending over to wake him as he had been sleeping. Her blouse was hanging, giving him quite a nice view of her breasts. He just simply smiled and sat up, trying to regain his awareness.

“Excuse me, Sir? This is your flight,” she stated again, blushing as she realized he was staring at her breasts.

“Umm, yeah... sorry, I mean thank you,” he stammered around his words, realizing she caught him looking. She stood upright, blushing as she gave him a smile, and walked off to join the other flight attendants in assisting with boarding.

Jason stood up and took his place in line as people piled in behind him. He could smell the sweet scent of strawberries. Enjoying the smell he realized it was the girl in front of him. Long straight brown hair, that smelled of strawberries. She was easily over a foot shorter then him, the top of her head coming barely to his shoulders. He studied her for a moment, noting her slender frame. She had skinny little shoulders and a lithe shape, and she was wearing a flowered blouse just lose enough to to hide her girlish shape. Lower, though, he admired her jeans. One of the things he loved about young girls was how their tight jeans showed off their little butts. It was a weakness of his.

He stole a few glances and felt himself getting hard as he imagined this girl in place of the one in his dream. Realizing again he was in public, he tried to dial back the thought and control himself as someone shoved him accidentally into the girl. He semi hard cock hanging free in his shorts shoved very fully against the small of her back. His eyes widened, knowing she must have felt it.

“Sorry...” He placed a hand on her shoulder as he distanced himself from her again. The feel of her slenderness in his palm caused his heart to thud hard a few times. She simply turned her head and nodded with a smile. Seeing the smile, he couldn't help but wonder if she felt his stiff cock against her back. Would she even know what it was if she did? Has she ever even seen a dick? The thoughts in his head flashed once again to his dream, but this time, with this girl, her lips sliding over his cock. Imagining her wet pink little tongue pulsing and undulating over the bottom of his cock and shaking his head to snap out of the day dream, he realized this was going to be a painfully long flight if he didn't manage to get some release.

---

It had been a few hours into their flight when he just couldn't take it anymore. After a 19 hour flight delay at the airport and half a flight over the pacific, everything he saw was turning him on. He had decided to go ruin the bathroom for any future black light parties. As he was heading back to the bathroom he noticed the flight attendant that had awakened him at the terminal. She gave a coy little smile to him as he bypassed the bathroom to go have a chat with her.

---

He was thrusting hard, all of him buried inside the flight attendant with her legs wrapped around his waist. They were trying to keep quiet as they grew closer to their climax. The intensity was sky high, no pun intended. There was very little space in the bathroom. His pants were down around his ankles, and her skirt was pushed up over her hips and her blouse torn open, those wonderful breasts jiggling with every thrust jolting her whole body as he slammed her into the mirror while she sat spread-legged on the sink.

“Fuck fuck... FUCK!” he cursed with every thrust. She began to squeal each time as they got closer and closer. She suddenly wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. Feeling a sharp snap of pain, he suddenly realized the bitch was biting him. Feeling her whole body shudder and clamp down around his cock he slammed once more, nice and deep, and released everything into her.

She leaned back against the mirror, breathing heavy as she fixed her top. She pinned her name badge back into place as she started pulling her hair back and rebinding it. Reading the name on her badge, he said,

“Jenna... I should probably be getting back to my seat.”

He gave her a kiss as he pulled his shorts back up, tying them off with the draw string and then he opened the bathroom door and stepped out. Stopping in his tracks, the girl that he’d bumped into so graphically in line stood there, leaning back against the wall just staring at him. Jenna stepped out from behind him, giggling and smoothing the wrinkles out from her skirt, and she saw the girl.

“Oh hello sweetie. Is there anything I can do for you?“ she asked the girl.

Having never taken her eyes off his, Jason felt a deep sense of shame knowing that the young girl had probably heard it all. Her stare told him as much. She pushed off the wall and responded to the flight attendant,

“Not Likely....” She pushed past both of them and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

As he worked his way back to his seat, there was a small bit of turbulence that bounced the plane, making him lose his footing a moment. Overhead compartments popped opened, trowing items to the ground in front of him. He bent over to help a woman pick up her things and get them back into the compartment. As he did, the young girl exited the bathroom and worked her way back to her seat, shoving past him on the way. Looking back to where she had come from, there was a bit of commotion between Jenna and another flight attendant. Glancing back to the young girl, he could see a wide eyed stare in her face.

As he reached down to the floor to pick up the remaining items, there was a flash, barely noticeable out of the corner of his eye, accompanied by a muffled POP. Immediately after, he heard the ding of the 'Fasten Seat Belt' sign as it lit up all over the compartment. Things started to click as he realized something must be wrong. He quickly took his seat and did what the ominous sign asked of him. Looking back over his shoulder at the girl, her eyes met his as if to warn him. There was real fright behind them, and it seemed like she was about to cry. All she could manage was to shake her head a little. What the hell did she overhear?

He looked back to the front of the cabin as Jenna reached for the phone on the wall to make an announcement. She looked toward Jaosn and gave him a sweet smile for just a moment before speaking.

“Attentio-” She was cut off by another jolt of the plane. She lost her balance and stumbled back against the wall. As the other flight attendants pulled their seats down in the galley and put on their seat belts, Jenna stood again to speak.

“Attention passengers there has-”

Building from the ambiance was a loud roaring sound, spinning up to impossibly loud levels just before the explosion happened. The side of the galley tore open suddenly as a fireworks display of food and beverages got sucked out due to the pressure difference. In one last glance Jenna looked toward Jason as she gasped and was pulled backwards unceremoniously into the night, thousands of feet over the Pacific ocean.

Oxygen masks dropped from overhead, lights flickered. Metal groaned like a kaiju from a monster movie. Wind whipped through the cabin as people screamed. The lights went out permanently and the cabin was illuminated with an orange glow. “The sun?” Jason thought. No, it was the engines on fire from both sides. The emergency lights flickered on not doing much to calm the passengers.

His hands gripped the seat, looking around. Everyone was head down, screaming in panic. He just couldn't bring himself to spend his final moments with his head between his knees, scared. He smiled to himself that his last moment of happiness was spent in a 3x3 bathroom with an exceptionally beautiful flight attendant. That smile faded as he remembered the young girl’s look as they exited the bathroom. The smile faded even more as he remembered how just moments ago, what seemed like an eternity now, she had been so ingloriously killed.

His mind shifting back to the young girl, Jason looked over his shoulder to her seat a few rows back. She seemed calm at first, impossibly so. Soon however he recognized the truth -- she was in shock. Suddenly there was a jolt, as everything in the cabin lurched forward, seeming to float for just a moment before being ripped to the front of the plane, luggage and personal effects all flying toward his face as the girls hair blasted forward with the sudden momentum shift. Everything went black.

“My final moments...” He thought as existence faded into nothing.

...

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“COLD, FUCK!”

Jason’s mind came screaming awake as he struggled to comprehend what was going on. The front of the plane was completely gone now. Three rows in front of him opened into the gaping black maw of the pacific deep. The profound terror of this paralyzed him for a moment before he snapped out of it, remembering what was happening and realizing that the dice roll was complete, and he made it out the other side.

Undoing his seat belt, he floated out of his seat, turning to the back of the plane and looking for the surface of the water as he ascended past the bodies of passengers. Gasping for air, he broke the surface. He grabbed the seats for support and noticed the awkward silence. The only sound was the water gurgling to fill the empty space around him. That's when he noticed the panicked whimper. Turning around, then looking up at the seats above him, he saw the girl.

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She was breathing fast, on the verge of hyperventilating. Struggling with her seat belt, she tried to brace herself off the seat in front of her. As the water got closer, her panic intensified till tears came flooding from her eyes, makings it harder for her to see as everything was a blur. Moments before she had seen other survivors and had called out to them, only for them to have ignored her.

“COLD, NO!” she thought as the water touched her legs. The panic was completely overtaking her as she broke down in tears. Her small fingers tore at the seat belt, unable to free herself. Breaking through the panic was a voice in her ear.

---

“Hey, Calm down. Calm down, I'm gonna get you out,” Jason said as she turned to look at him. Tears welled up in her eyes as she started to panic again. He reached up and held her face, forcing her to look at him.

“Okay, okay, whats your name?” Jason asked, looking her in the eyes. They were the most piercing shade of green he had ever seen.

“Ch... Chloe, I'm Chloe” she answered as the water slipped up over her tummy, causing her to suck in a sharp deep breath, followed by a little whimper.

“Chloe, I'm Jason. I am not going to leave you, okay Chloe? I will get you out, I promise.” She nodded, acknowledging his promise, while he quickly set about trying to free her. He ducked under the water to examine the seat belt. Keeping his eyes open, they slightly stung for a moment before he was able to focus enough to see. Feeling at the seat belt, he discovered the latch was smashed. Something hit it hard and she was lucky it didn't hit her.

---

The water raced up her body as the emergency lights which had somehow remained on to this point flickered off and she was plunged into darkness. She could feel his hands around her waist slipping under and around her and the seat belt looking for anyway to free her. They wrapped around her trying to wiggle her free. She was out of time, the water up over her neck and just before it overtook her face she took a deep breath and held it. Plunged into the cold dark, his hands slipped away from her waist. Unable to see where he went, she wanted him back, he promised and now he was gone.

---

Jason was searching desperately for anything sharp. He ripped a few bags open knowing it was in vain as knives we not allowed in carry-on bags. He swam down deeper toward the front and grabbed hold of a jacket that was floating. He wrapped it around his hands and grabbed hold of a sharp piece of metal hanging off the destroyed galley wall. After a few moments he pulled it free and swam back to her quickly.

She was under water but still alive and struggling. He reached up with his free hand and petted her cheek just a moment, to let her know that he was back. He reached for her waist and tried to shimmy her up just enough to get the seat belt close to her thighs to make some room to cut. He slipped his hand between her thighs and, pushing up on the seat belt, made enough room to slip the metal under. He pulled back, dragging the metal back and forth as it began to slice through. A snap echoed through the water as the seat belt broke free.

She was free and kicking, clumsily flailing as she sank and he realized she couldn't swim. He wrapped his arm under hers, holding her back to his chest as he began to kick to the back of the plane. Seeing one of the open emergency doors he guided them out and started to ascend quickly toward the light above. Once they were free, he looked back and watched as the back end of the plane sank into the darkness.

They both took deep breaths, gasping for air as they broke the surface. Looking around, he could see wreckage and fire spread out around them. There were some other survivors climbing onto and clinging to various pieces of debris. Jason and the girl worked over toward what looked to be a chunk of the tail fin. He reached down into the water grasping her and helping her up as she clamored onto the floating debris. Pulling himself up now, he collapsed onto his back, catching his breath. As his mind wandered a little, he began to laugh.

“Whats so funny?” Chloe asked.

“Well, This isn't much bigger, you see? Jack should have had plenty of room.” He laughed some more.

Chloe looked at him, completely unaware of what he meant. She seemed to be thinking that he was going insane.

“The Titanic,” he said. “Do you know the movie Titanic?”

She shook her head, but looked a little less confused.

“Oh. Well. There’s this scene, after the ship sinks, where Jack dies after saving Rose, and some people think it’s stupid because there was plenty of room for both of them...”

Chloe gave him what seemed to be a polite smile, like she didn’t see what was so funny.

“Never mind...” he said, then laid his head back and closed his eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Thirst

Jason was lying on the flotsam that saved their lives, slowly coming to. He felt small hands on his shoulders, shaking him gently, his eyes just slits as he tried to adjust to the bright sunlight. Chloe leaned over him, attempting to wake him. As she blocked out the sun, it illuminated her mousy brown hair hanging over one shoulder and down toward his face.

“She's... beautiful,” he thought to himself. She looked like she was saying something, but he couldn't hear her completely. Everything was a muffled blur, his head ringing, while she hung over him shaking his shoulder trying to get his attention. He sat up, rubbing his temples as what she was saying began to come into focus.

“There's land, HEY! There's land! Wake up please...” she was pleading.

“W.. what?” Looking around, he no longer saw any of the other passengers at all. He and Chloe were all alone.

“Where did the others go?” he asked her with a bit of panic in his voice. After all, if the other passengers had been rescued, that would explain why they were not with them. Jason started to worry that any rescuers might have left them behind if they drifted too far.

“They.... I don't know," Chloe answered. "They were just gone at some point.” She dropped her eyes to her knees, as if ashamed that she didn't have an answer for him.

“Hey, no, its okay! We'll be fine,” he reassured her, noticing her immediate sadness.

“There's land, though!” Her eyes suddenly perked up as she pointed off behind them. Jason wondered how he had missed this island as they spoke. It was only a mile or two away at best. The currents were already bringing them in the island's direction, but he was determined to get them off of this floating reminder of the disaster they just survived.

“Get on that side!” Jason said to her. “Paddle as best you can and watch your arms on the metal!” He leaned over the edge, trying to paddle while Chloe mirrored his efforts on the other side.

---

The waves were crashing now, hitting them in the back, and he realized they must be close enough to touch bottom. He hopped off the wreckage and stood up a little more than waist deep in the surf, and began pushing the debris to the shore. With him pushing now, Chloe stopped paddling and laid down on the metal, trying to catch her breath. Once she felt they were close enough, she stepped off and scampered up to the dry sand and collapsed to her side in desperate need for rest.

Realizing that the wreckage might be useful, Jason grabbed hold of the debris and dragged it out of the surf and up onto the shore a good distance, toward the foliage that ringed the beach. He thought they might be able to use it later on and wasn't sure if they were at high tide already or not. Once he reached the underbrush, where he was positive the tide would not pull it back to sea, he walked back down to where Chloe lay in the sand.

Taking a seat next to her, he saw that her wet hair swept partially over her eyes and stuck to her face as she lay there, silently recovering from their ordeal. She looked up to him and rolled over onto her back, taking a deep breath and releasing it as a great exasperated sigh. As he watched her taking that deep breath, he couldn't help but notice her small breasts under the flowered shirt that clung to her. She raised her hands above her head, stretching out as she arched her spine and pushing her butt down into the sand. As she stretched, her shirt pulled up just a bit, exposing her midriff and showing off her prominent little hip bones poking up just over her jeans that hung low on her skinny little waist. Admiring the way her skin glistened in the sun wet from the ocean, Jason couldn't help but stare.

“What do we do now?” she asked, suddenly snapping him out of his daze. His eyes trailed back up to meet hers. The little girl had that same knowing look that she had given him outside the bathroom on the plane. That same stare, shooting right through him, but this time with just the slightest hint of a blush behind the judging.

“I don't know," Jason answered her query. "Shelter? Water? Food? We need all of these things. Though I suppose we will need to find some fresh water first. We wont last long at all without that at the very least!”

“I... am pretty thirsty..." she looked up at him, with sand still stuck to her face. It was one of the most unbearably cute things he had ever seen, and he couldn't explain it. There was just something about her carelessness that accented her remarkable beauty. Without thinking, he reached out with his thumb and brushed the sand from her cheek, then combed her hair behind her ear.

“Then we should probably get looking,” he said as he pushed up from the sand and stood above her. He offered his hand to her. Looking up, she reached out, taking his hand as he pulled her to her feet with ease.

---

They had been walking through the jungle for some time, sticking to what looked like a game trail. Jason wondered what type of animals would be on an island like this. Boar maybe? It had to be at least the size of a dog. The bigger question on his mind was weather or not he would be able to kill one with what they had on hand. He might be able to make a spear using some of the metal from the wreckage. Putting those thoughts to the side and getting back to the most pressing issue, water, he realized that if there were medium sized animals on this island, there had to be fresh water.

Breaking from his thoughts for a moment, he realized that he had been staring at Chloe’s butt for some time now. She was walking ahead of him following the trail they had found. They came to a log across the path, and she made a little hop up onto it. She bent slightly, then jumped down on the other side in what appeared to be a playful manner. She had such a cute little butt, and in those jeans it was even better. The jeans were already beginning to show signs of distress, though. There was a tear just under her left butt cheek, and down at the ankles they were starting to fray a bit. If they were out here for much longer,the jeans might get totally destroyed and she would have to go naked. He heard something snapping him free of his daydreams of preteen butt.

“Chloe! Stop a second, listen!” They both stopped in their tracks and listened to the sound of rushing water off to their left. They both took off into the underbrush, jumping over rocks and ducking under downed trees and low branches. The sound of water was getting louder and louder. Looking ahead, Jason could see a gap in the trees and he broke out into what could only be described as the most picturesque island swimming hole he had ever seen. It was roughly 40 feet across with a stream running to the nearby beach and a waterfall coming from the cliffs above. The water pooled on several platforms on the way down, making a cascade of fresh, life-giving water. Chloe scrambled down to the water’s edge. ready to stick her face in and suck, when Jason stopped her.

“WAIT!” he yelled. She looked to him startled and confused.

“Why?” She asked with a little whimper in her voice as she stood at the ready to drink her fill.

“Just not from the basin. There could be parasites.” Hoping for a proper source they wouldn't have to boil, he looked toward the waterfall. “Over there, you see where its coming out from the rocks? We can drink that.” He explained.

Chloe jumped up and worked her way quickly around the pool to the side of the waterfall and to the slower dribble of water. Without hesitation, she stepped into the stream, looking up and letting it pour over her face and down her body, and she opened her mouth. Her fingers were at her throat, dragging downward while the cool sensation of water swallowed down her throat.

“Oh my god...” she let out an almost whimper-like plea as she drank down more, letting the excess pour over her. He watched her as she took first dibs. The mere sight of her as she was now was so provocative to him. Everything about her was wet as she drank the life-giving liquid. He watched her swallow time and time again, her slender little throat gulping and flexing while the water poured over her face, flooding her mouth each time. The sight of her fingers at her throat as they slid down to her collarbone caused Jason's heart to slam unexpectedly. She took a moment as she slowed, her eagerness satiated for the moment. Then she lowered her head and looked him in the eyes.

“Your turn.”

The water was still pouring over her as those electric green eyes of hers shot right through him. This was one of the most erotic things he had ever experienced and it was coming from a place of pure need. There was something profoundly sexual about it, particularly from a girl her age. He was absolutely floored and caught off guard when those eyes met his.

“Y... Yeah...” He stepped up next to her, raising his head to get a drink. She just leaned back against the rocks as the water rushed down, now detouring over her body. The cool water, a godsend, distracted him from her for a moment. Letting the water run through his hair while he slicked it back, he eyed her leaning against the rocks with her eyes closed now, her perky little breasts fully visible as her wet top clung to her skin. He was just able to make out her nipples in the flower pattern before he snapped out of the trance her body held over him.

“Hey,” he said, trying to change the unspoken subject, “we should probably find the shortest path from here to the beach, and setup camp there.” . She simply nodded in response and didn't move.

“I like it right here,” she finally responded in a calm collected voice. She pushed off the rocks and pulled her hair back as she stepped forward to leave.

She passed him and gave him a playful slap on the belly. “Hey, we should probably find the shortest path from here to the beach, and setup camp there,” she mocked him as she walked off, looking over her shoulder at him with a little smirk.

Jason paused and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He had been dragging the large chunk of wreckage down the beach. He felt like he had been at this for hours. The sun was beginning to set and he could see Chloe waiting for him about half a mile farther down the beach, where they had decided they would setup camp. He was out of gas and ready to collapse just when his fingers lost grip and he fell to the sand. Sitting there catching his breath, he noticed Chloe walking down the beach toward him. After a few minutes she was close enough to speak.

“Why do we need that?” she asked. “Its just a hunk of metal.”

“We can use it to stay out of the rain,” he said as he gathered his strength and stood up. “It will also protect our fire, once we have one.” He brushed the sand off his shorts as he readied himself to continue dragging the wreckage further down the beach.

“I don't see any rain.” Her voice had a little snip in her voice, serving as a reminder that she was still quite young.

“Well,” he began, pointing out to the horizon, “see those clouds there? The ones exploding upwards like that?”

“Yeah?” she answered.

“Those, my snarky little friend, are rain clouds. It probably won't hit us, but it could. I want to be ready.”

“Well... it’s chilly... and you said you would get a fire made.” She looked up at him, her eyes squinting through some of her hair that had fallen over her face. The pout she had on display was enough to melt steel. My god, he thought, what was this girl doing to him?

“Alright, alright. You're right, lets get the fire going and I'll take care of this in the morning.” He began walking back toward their new camp, leaving the wreckage behind for now. She turned to follow by his side.

---

He was spinning a slender stick in his hand repeatedly, trying to rub it against another stick fast enough to generate some heat. Failing continuously for the last hour, he sat back and threw the stick out onto the beach.

“FUCK!” he screamed, resting his arms on his knees. Chloe, sitting on a rock she had arranged as a chair for their camp site, jumped a little.. She had been setting up their campsite and making it comfortable all afternoon while he was away. It was tucked just under the canopy of the trees and high enough up to avoid the tide.

He looked over to her. She had a worried look on her face. There was a bite in the air that was clearly making her shiver just a little bit, and the last bit of sunlight streaked over her as the sun dipped below the horizon for the night. The orange quickly faded to darkness as they sat for a few minutes in silence.

“I'm tired. There's just nothing left.” Admitting defeat to Chloe, he leaned back against the pile of palm leaves they had stacked against the tree. There was a slight chill in the air and without even so much as a blanket it was going to be an uncomfortable night. He closed his eyes and lay his head back against the tree trunk.

Just as he was drifting of to sleep, he felt Chloe lift his arm and lay down next to him. She wrapped her arm over his chest and held herself close to him, for warmth. She was so warm, like his own private little furnace. Too exhausted from the day’s work to enjoy this moment, he simply lay his hand over her side and passed out.

---

A clap of lightning awoke Jason from his slumber. Confused and disoriented, it took him a moment to remember where he was. The sound of the lightning causing his mind to flash to the crash, and he did his best to push those memories back, because he knew the rain was approaching and he needed to act fast. It was still dark, but there was plenty of light to see. In fact, he realized, it must be day already, but there was just such a thick cloud cover that it blotted out most of the light.

Jason looked to Chloe as she stood against the tree, her eyes wide. He reached out to her, guiding her 20 or so feet away from the trees.

“Lay down here!” he hollered over the increasingly louder wind. He could hear the rain on the water now. It was approaching quickly. Getting to his feet, he took off down the beach for the chunk of wreckage.

By the time he reached the debris, it was already pouring. Soaked to the bone, he understood he was going to have a very uncomfortable day. He grabbed hold of a beam and began to drag with everything he had. The combination of rest and adrenaline had him dragging the heavy chunk of plane at twice the speed he had been yesterday.

In just a few minutes he was able to reach the camp with the debris in tow. Chloe was up, moving around and doing something. He didn't have time to think of that as he set about getting the curved paneling from the tail section into place, pushing it up on its end and letting it fall into place against the trees. Its position gave them a little reprieve from the rain. The space was small, but it was enough for both of them to lie down, while keeping the eventual fire dry.

Chloe quickly joined him under the makeshift shelter. Sitting next to him, she looked to him with a little smile on her face.

“What are you smilin' about?” he asked, noticing the smirk on her lips.

“Fastest I've seen you move,” she responded with the cutest little giggle Jason had ever heard. “Also, I think I saved the stuff for the fire.” She pointed in front of them at the stone ring now covered in all the palm and banana tree leaves they had gathered around their campsite.

“You kept it dry?” He smiled at her as he reached out with his hand and ruffled her hair a bit. “You did real good Chloe.” They sat there in silence for a little while listening to the rain against the metal of their new shelter.

They waited for hours for the rain to stop. When it finally did, it was still quite cloudy, and the waves were crashing powerfully up the beach. He had decided to give it some time to make sure it was stopped for good before he attempted to light the fire. The air now was crisp, and he could tell that it was going to be a much colder night then the one before.

He got to his knees and started preparing to light the fire. This time, he made himself a fire bow, using the draw string from his basketball shorts. He selected some dry tinder and grass, getting everything in place. He worked for nearly 15 minutes to create enough heat from the friction, working his arm non-stop as fast as he could. For the last few minutes he was seeing smoke but no spark. In that last moment of frustration, as he was about to give up, he noticed a light begin to glow. He immediately fed it more tinder and blew lightly to stoke the embers. The puff of dry grass burst into a little flame. He moved it quickly and carefully to the fire and began blowing gently trying to propagate the flames to the rest of the tinder.

“YES!” Chloe called out from behind him, cheering him on. “You got it!!” Thrilled at the sight of fire, she bounced on her makeshift rock chair.

“It only took all day,” he said with a wry chuckle.

Jason stood up and started collecting branches and palm leaves while walking around their camp. He wedged branches between other trees and the metal debris, creating a framework to lay the leaves over and make a larger shelter. He laid one branch out on its own, hanging near the fire, though not too close. Feeling at his clothing, his shorts were dry but his shirt, made of cotton, was still quite damp. Pulling it over his head, he hung it over the branch to dry.

Chloe stood up now, and feeling at her clothing, she determined her under shirt was plenty dry enough. Her jeans and blouse however were another story. They were wet and uncomfortable, along with sand that had gotten into her pant legs through the rips in the fabric. She contemplated for a moment what to do, then realized she just wanted to clean up and be comfortable.

After hesitating, she reached for the button on her jeans and unfastened it, pulling them open as she slipped her thumbs around to the sides under the waistband and pushed down. Jason's eyes shifted to her, watching as she pushed the tight fabric over her round little butt. He squirmed uncomfortably, his eyes glued to her slender body. Everything felt as if in slow motion now. Her jeans around her thighs slipped lower and lower as he drank in every inch of her flawless legs.

Grasping at her shirt, she pulled it over her head. The first moments of this caused Jason's heart to skip more then a few beats. Once she’d removed the shirt, she flung her hair back into place, and he saw that she was wearing a simple white tank top. It barley came down below her ribs. She reached up to hang her jeans and shirt over the branch, but her short stature caused her to have to stretch out a bit. Her shirt rode up more and her tight little tummy was on full display. Below she wore pink stripped panties that hung low on her hips.

Jason swallowed hard, doing his best not to be obvious about the fact that he was staring at her. The sight had him absolutely transfixed on her. His cock was getting hard. and there was nothing he could do to help it. He re-positioned himself in an attempt to hide his growing erection, as his basketball shorts did little to help. She turned toward him, catching him staring, and she blushed a little. He quickly turned his head, too late.

They sat in an awkward silence for a little while. The clouds were beginning to clear on the horizon, just in time to see the fleeting sun submerge into the vast ocean once more.

“I'm gonna go find some wood before it gets too dark,” he explained. “Need to keep this going while we sleep.”

---

Jason managed to fill his arms once more with dry wood. Thankfully there was enough canopy cover in the woods to keep some of the fallen wood dry enough for their fire. He got back to their camp and noticed that Chloe had created two beds of banana leaves for them. She was already laying on her back in hers, and appeared to have fallen asleep.

He tossed some more wood onto the fire and lay down on his bed next to hers. He lay there looking over at her, watching her gentle breathing as her chest rose and fell. He studied her in the firelight that licked over her body. The orange glow reflected off the sheen of sweat on her tummy from the warmth of the fire. She seemed so much more comfortable then the night before. A shame, he thought, since he wouldn't get to enjoy her cuddling embrace while conscious. It was probably for the best; he felt himself getting hard again.

“Chloe, are you awake?” he asked while reaching over to her and giving her a light little shake. As if possessed, his hand slide down over her chest to just below her tank top. His fingers danced over her toned belly, feeling her smooth soft skin below his fingertips as he traced the fine delicate curves of her preteen shape. Lower still, his fingers slipped just under the waist band of her panties that were pulled taut like a bridge over her hip bones. He felt like he could see right down to her most private area. He stopped himself from going any further and kept his touching above the waist line.

The same didn't apply to himself however. He slipped his hand into his shorts and grasped hold of his cock and began stroking himself. Looking over every inch of this preteen beauty, he felt his cock throb and swell in his hand. Pulling it free from his shorts, he began stroking himself in the open. His heart was pounding as he kept hoping she wouldn't wake.

He turned to his side, propping himself up on his elbow, now facing her. His cock was inches from her side as she lay there unknowingly sleeping while he pleasured himself to the unbelievable sight of this sexy little tween. Feeling his cock swell and throb again, he could tell his orgasm was not far off. How could it be? How could anyone resist such a sexy creature? Stroking faster, he let out a quiet moan as his balls tensed in preparation for their explosion. As he looked at her tummy, he imagined his cock buried inside, filling that tight perfection of a body, imagining his cock bulging her tummy up in the glow of the fire.

“Gahh, Fuck.... Chloe,” he moaned, and before he realized it, he was leaning over her and spurting his cum right onto her tummy. His heart was slamming over and over as his whole body tensed, trying to pump out as much cum as possible. Again and again ropes of jizz splattered over her perfect little body. As he let out a satisfied moan, his eyes shot to her face. Suddenly mortified at what he just did, he searched her face for signs that she had awoken. Looking down to her tummy again, he watched as little puddles of cum formed. One such puddle began to run down the slope of the thigh crease and disappear under the panty bridge into the darkness of her crotch.

Searching around him for a way to clean her up, he realized they had no extra cloth with them. He thought for a moment about using a leaf, but he was afraid he would have to press too hard and wake her. He thought that it might be best to just go to sleep and hope it was dry by morning.

Satisfied and relaxed now he laid his head back and drifted off to sleep.

Hunger

As he awoke from the best sleep he had since being on the island, Jason sat up analyzing his surroundings. Chloe was already up and checking her clothes that hung on the branch from the night before. The fire was still going and seemed to have some fresh wood in it. She must have brought it to life when she woke.

“Good morning...” he said with a bit of hesitation, remembering what he had done last night.

“Mornin'!” she answered with a smile on her face. She took her pants down from the branch and brushed the remaining bits of dry sand from them, and slipped one coltish leg after the other down into the skinny little tattered jeans. She hiked them up around her waist with a little hop and proceeded to zip and button them. She reached for her shirt and raised her arms up high, giving Jason one last look at that perfect tummy before she pulled it down over her torso and into place.

Jason sat there hypnotized by her once more. They didn't do anything the night before, at least not together, yet here she was getting dressed with a smile on her face like a girl that might have had a long night of sex. The vision of it flashed through his head and his cock throbbed in reply. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts from his mind, he stood and grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. Just then his stomach growled and he was reminded of their lack of food.

“WOW!” Chloe exclaimed. “I could hear that from over here!”

“Yeah, last thing I ate was before the flight,” he said with his hand pressed to his stomach. “We need to find some food.”

“Mhm...” she nodded. “Last thing I had was that garbage on the plane right before...” Her words trailed off.

“...the crash,” he finished her sentence.

“No, I was going to say before I caught you banging the flight attendant,” she said with a sarcastic smirk on her face. Jason blushed, then hung his head for a moment remembering Jenna and everyone else who had lost their lives. How did he get so lucky as to survive, he wondered to himself, and to have made it to relative safety with such a beautiful young lady?

“We should get going. Who knows how long it'll take.” He stood and began to walk off into the forest in search of food. “You comin'?” he called back to her from a distance. She stood and began to follow after him with a little skip.

---

They stopped at the waterfall to drink some water, then continued on past that trail to where they had not yet been. They walked in silence, and this time Chloe stayed behind him, following and studying him, trying to figure out why his sudden change of mood. It dawned on her that he was likely upset about her mentioning the flight attendant.

“Hey, I'm sorry...” she said, breaking the silence of their walk.

“What for?” Jason asked, confused as he looked at her and wondered what she possibly thinks she could have done wrong.

“I thought you didn't know her, the flight attendant. When I mentioned her you got sad. I didn't mean to...”

“I didn't know her,” he cut her off. “Just met her that day. Doesn't mean I didn't like her though, or that I can't feel sad for her loss. Everyone's really. Either way, its not your fault sweetie. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Oh...” she said blushing a little at hearing him call her sweetie. There was more silence as they walked. She seemed lost in thought before piping up once more. “So, can I ask you something kinda personal?”

“Sure,” he said as she skipped up to walk beside him.

“If you didn't know her before that day, why were you doing that with her in the bathroom?” she asked,, turning a little red from the question. “I thought you were only supposed to do that with someone you love.”

“You are...” he paused, trying to think of how to explain this to a 12 year old. “Sometimes when you're an adult, you drift away from people. You stop caring about others on that level, but you still have needs, wants.”

“So you don't care about anyone?” she asked.

“It's not that I don't want to. Just, life gets in the way sometimes, and sex, well, it's still something people need or want to experience. So when two lonely people find each other, they embrace that need and give in to one another.”

“I see...” she paused a moment, picking her next words carefully. “I'm lonely too,” she said, giving him a quick sideways glance before looking back forward. The words cut Jason deep. Hearing that a girl her age is feeling loneliness made his heart hurt. On the other hand, he just explained to this girl that lonely people fuck each other for comfort and she responded by stating her own loneliness. Was that deliberate, or was she just being naive?

They walked for a bit more as he pondered her question, and her confession. The trail had curved inland and was just finishing an incline when Chloe spotted a bit of color. She took off running without a word, and Jason followed after her.

“Hey wait! What, Where are you going?” Before he could even finish his question, she stopped at a tree, pointing up at a purplish fruit.

“What is it? Can I eat it? Will it poison me? It's so pretty!” She was blasting through questions and comments at a mile a minute while Jason pulled one of the fruits from the vine that was snaking around the tree. He broke it open, and inside there were several smaller pods. He sniffed it and noted a sweet aroma to the fruit.

“I think this is passion fruit,” he said as he tasted it for himself. It was sweet and tart at the same time, reminding him of juice.

“BUT CAN I EAT IT?” Chloe practically yelled, like she was in a panic.

“Yes, you can eat it,” he answered with a laugh. She grabbed one off the vine and bit right into the side as the softer inside squished out around her cheeks. She tore into it like a feral animal.

“Ugh! Bitter!” she exclaimed as she spit the shell out and focused on the pulpy insides. She finished the first one, then moved on to the second, destroying this one with just as little grace as the first before moving onto the third.

“Careful, you'll give yourself a stomach ache,” he warned her. Looking around, he saw that these vines were growing everywhere, and the purple fruit was all over this section of the forest. Pulling his shirt over his head and off, he tied the sleeves together, making a crude bag. He began to collect as many of the fruit as he could find so they could bring it back to camp.

A few minutes later, having filled his shirt bag with as much fruit as he could fit, he returned to Chloe. She was on her knees finishing the last bit of the fruit she hand in her hand. She seemed calmer now, but was still a mess, pulp from the passion fruit all over her lips and cheek. She looked up at him as he knelt in front of her, and reached out, attempting to wipe her face clean with his thumb.

Her eyes stared deep into his and his heart skipped a beat as he realized that he was the center of her attention now. She was displaying a subtle pout while she watched his eyes. It was mesmerizing, as if her eyes were calling him in, begging for love and protection. Something in that moment grabbed him, pulled him forward. He leaned in, his hand cupping her cheek and he tilted her chin upwards.

He kissed her.

For a moment everything slammed to a halt as he let his lips linger on hers, waiting for a sign. In that moment he felt her lips suck against his and instantly it felt as if electricity flowed through him. He slid his hand to the back of her neck holding her against his lips, kissing her deeper and he slipped his tongue against her lips. To his shock, her lips parted. His tongue was now in her mouth, pressing against her tongue as her tongue pushed back against his. The slender wet little tongue only excited him more, and he was competently unable to control himself, his breathing heavy as his heart slammed in his chest repeatedly.

They kissed, looking into each other's eyes, for what felt like hours. Chloe was the first to break as she blushed intensely and let out a soft stifled giggle that sounded more like a squeak than a laugh. Jason smiled at her reaction and gave her cheek a little pet before he stood and grabbed his shirt-sack full of fruit. She stood after him as they began to walk back to camp in silence.

---

Reaching the camp, he tossed the shirt filled with fruit onto the ground. The fire was a little low, so he grabbed a few more chunks of wood and tossed them onto the fire. Chloe sat in her chair with her eyes still on Jason. The smile she had on her face had not changed the entire walk back and not a word was spoken between them. Jason looked out to the lagoon that was nearby along the beach, hoping for a reason to break the silence. That kiss was amazing, he just kept thinking about the taste of her lips, and the softness of her tongue against his. Suddenly he thought of something to say.

“You can't swim, can you?” he asked rather abruptly.

“Uh... What?” Her smile faded, though only out of confusion as to where that question came from.

“In the water after the plane. You were struggling to stay afloat,” he clarified his reasoning.

“Yeah, I'm... I'm not very good at it,” she said, slightly ashamed. “I sink after a few seconds. I can't stay afloat.” She hung her head.

“That lagoon over there, in low tide there's very little surf and I could teach you how to swim in relative safety there. We're surrounded by water, after all, I think you should know how to swim.”

“Yes, I'd like that!” she perked up at the question and her smile returned to her face.

“Then tomorrow morning after breakfast, when the tide is low, we'll do just that. Okay?”

Chloe just smiled and nodded quickly.

Wet

Jason was quietly preparing his breakfast, making sure not to wake Chloe while his stomach growled an he cleaned some of the fruit they had collected the day before. He had managed to sleep so well night before, and it appeared that Chloe had as well. He sliced the passion fruit in two with a sliver of metal from the plane hull that he fashioned into a knife. It wasn't his favorite flavor, but it would have to do. It was, after all, calories. Calories that were desperately needed. They would have to search for more food sources soon.

Chloe stirred, her eyes narrow slits as she sat up. She looked over to him, giving him a smile that could light up the darkest of days. She stretched a little bit, reaching her arms over her head. His eyes were drawn downward as she arched her back, causing her rib cage to stand out above her skinny little tummy. God damn, he thought as he caught himself glaring at the perfection of her toned little frame. She stood up, breaking his trance, and he went back to eating, pretending that he hadn't been staring at her tight preteen body.

“Good morning!” she said with a delightful smile.

“Good morning,” he replied. “Did you sleep well? I certainly did. I think this place finally wore me down enough to sleep without worry.”

“Yeah, I guess it did!” she giggled. Jason tossed her a passion fruit that she caught one handed. She split it open with her thumbs and began to eat. This time she was much cleaner about the whole ordeal.

“This stuff tasted better yesterday.” She said while leaning against the tree looking out at the ocean as she ate the fruit. “You said you would teach me to swim today?” She looked over at him with a curious sideways glance.

“Y-yeah,” he responded, having forgotten his promise from the day before. “We can go as soon as you're ready.”

Chloe tossed the shell of her fruit to the ground and started to walk off toward the lagoon. “You coming?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

Frozen for a moment by her sudden determined attitude, he gathered himself and hopped to his feet, quickly following her to catch up. As they approached the shore of the lagoon, he observed the tide was low. This was good. It'll keep the water calm, and there'll be as few waves as possible to disturb her swimming. In fact, this wasn't really so much a lagoon, as is was a sandbar that attached to the shore on one side, creating an area of crystal clear water protected from the open ocean. The surface was only disturbed by the smallest of ripples caused by the wind. At its deepest point it appeared to be about 6 to 8 feet deep.

This will do nicely, he thought to himself.

To his right, Chloe had stopped at a large rock. Hesitating for just a moment, she reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head, still wearing her tank top as she folded the shirt and placed it on the rock. She glanced over to Jason, simply staring at her with his jaw practically in the sand.

“I don't want to get my clothes wet again,” she explained. “That was very uncomfortable.” Not getting a response from him, she continued, unfastening her jeans and pulling them off. She folded her jeans and set them on the rock with her shirt. Then she slipped one arm into her tank top and pulled that over her head, then down off her other arm.

With her back facing Jason, she folded the tank top as well and placed it onto the rock. His eyes were locked onto her, his breath stuck in his throat as he watched this tender little girl strip right in front of him. She turned, facing him, her chest exposed to him for the first time. Her breasts were perky and fresh, and they were obviously very young. Just the sweetest little bumps. Enough for a mouthful, but clearly not yet enough for a bra, as she had not been wearing one.

Before he could even process her beautiful chest, she slipped her thumb into her panties and pushed them down as well. Stepping out of them, she placed them neatly with the rest of her clothing. His cock throbbed hard, twitching in his shorts at the sight of naked little Chloe. She turned slightly to him but kept her delicate little sex out of view behind her thigh. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, and he was struggling to keep that fact hidden from the young girls curious eyes.

“You're supposed to be teaching me to swim. Don't make me go in alone.” She gave him a coy little smile as she waded into the water a few feet.

“Dead puppies, dead puppies, dead puppies, dead puppies, dead puppies,” Jason muttered to himself in a desperate attempt to keep his cock at bay as he reached for his shorts and pushed them down.

Observing himself, he noted he was only at half mast, and somehow was able to keep himself as controlled as possible. He stepped out into the water, far enough to get his hips under the surface before he turned to face her. Swallowing hard, he was suddenly face-to-waist with her. She had what he could only describe as the most perfect pussy ever. Mostly hairless with only the slightest tuft of pubic hair showing above a set of smooth porcelain lips, tucked in neatly and untouched. It was as if an artist had drawn her in perfection. His eyes wandering up her body, eventually meeting hers as she blushed and looked down, then back up. Her eyes locked with his, and she smiled.

“Step one," Jason said, "you need to trust me.” He reached out, offering his hand to her. Taking it, she stepped into the water slowly as the surface rose over her skin inch by inch as if to scan every curve she had to offer. She was in up to her shoulders now and there was a little bit of panic in her eyes.

“Hey, its okay, you have plenty of footing here okay?” he reassured her.

Chloe nodded, and Jason continued. “So, first, I want you to relax, then breath slowly. Nice deep breaths.”

“Like this?” She did as he asked, taking slow deep breaths. She felt her self rise to her toes, then back down, with each breath.

“Perfect!” he praised her. “When you have air in your lungs, you float naturally. So what I want you to do is take a nice deep breath, and when I tell you, lean back and let your feet come to the surface.” He reached for her under the water, sliding his finger tips over her sides then to her back as he turned her so her side was facing him. His right hand slid up her back. “Okay, slowly take a breath and lean back into my hands.”

Doing as he asked, she leaned back slowly, his hands behind her shoulders and at the small of her back as she let her feet float upwards.

“Just breathe nice and slow,” he instructed her as her body broke the surface. Her lower stomach flexed every now and then as if to stop from falling. Examining every curve and bump at such a close distance inevitably caused Jason cock to become rock hard. He wanted to badly to just lean in and kiss and suck at her body.

“Keep your eyes on the sky and just relax,” he said, speaking softly as he held her up with just his finger tips. This advice he realized was as much for her as it was himself. Knowing he had to let go but not wanting to, he concentrated all his effort on pulling his hands away from her.

“I... I don't feel you! Did you let go?” she asked nervously.

“You are floating on your own now! Just stay calm, breath slowly, feel your body's buoyancy. It wants to be at the surface. Let it do the work for you.”

Chloe let out a squeal, losing control as her body slipped below the surface for a moment. Jason reached out and grabbed hold of her, and their eyes met for a brief moment.

“Again!” She said excitedly, smiling and biting her lip, wanting to continue with her lessons.

---

They had been in the water for hours now. First Jason had taught her to float on her back, then her front. He showed her how to submerge her face and remain calm. Once she could float, he taught her different strokes and how to pull herself through the water. By the end of the day she was nearly doing laps around him, having learned everything he taught her. She was quite the fast learner.

As they exited the water, she went to the rocks and grabbed her clothes. Instead of putting them on, she held them to her chest. Jason reached down to the sand for his shorts, but he realized that the tide had come in and his shorts were quite wet. Trying to brush the wet sand off, he noticed Chloe walking back to camp, still naked.

“Aren't you going to get dressed?” He asked as he hung his wet shorts up over the branch when the two of them arrived back at their camp.

“Not much point anymore, is there?" Chloe said. "You've already seen everything. Besides, you need to wait till your shorts dry.”

“I suppose that's true,” he agreed. She was right, after all. After a full day of skinny dipping, there was nothing left to hide. They had become quite comfortable with each other's nudity. Jason even noticed that his full erection was a much more modest half chub.

Jason grabbed some fruit, offering one to Chloe as he sat quarter of the way around the fire from her. She was sitting with both her feet in the sand in front of her and her knees to her chest, and he was drinking in her slender body, once more admiring how sexy the little girl was. Just above her butt, between her upturned thighs, he could catch just a glimpse of her sweet little slit. Feeling his erection grow, he lifted his knees to hide it as best he could.

“Why does it keep doing that?” Chloe asked directly.

“Excuse me?”

“Your dick, it keeps getting hard.” She bit her lip, keeping her eyes locked on his face.

“Well it's... kinda hard to control,” he began. She was old enough to understand how this worked. Thinking of how to proceed, he came to the conclusion that she was asking solely to call attention to his erection. “It's been a few days now, and… well...”

“Well, what?” Her eyes were still not moving from his.

“Chloe... you are beautiful and sexy... in ways I cannot even describe.” His heart was slamming in his chest. He couldn't believe he was saying this to her! “That's just my body's way of telling me what it thinks of you.”

“What does it think of me?” she asked, eyes still locked on his, knowing full well what she was doing.

“I think that's pretty obvious...” Jesus fuck this girl was toying with him, he thought. She knew damn well what my hard-on was all about. Was she having fun torturing me? His cock twitched powerfully, making it bounce several inches up and down.

Biting her lip she coyly, she looked down over her body and slowly spread her knee away from the other, lowering it to the sand. Spreading her legs, she was putting her preteen pussy on display for him. In that moment he practically died, his eyes locked on her as she teased, her eyes back up to his while he looked back and forth between her pussy and her face. Everything about her body language was screaming 'Fuck me,' but she was only twelve! He felt himself losing control, and fast. He wanted so badly to jump her and and give her what he felt she was asking for, but ever fiber of his morals held him back. He was desperately searching for a reason to know that this is what she wanted.

“It’s okay,” she spoke softly.

That was it! That was all he needed, just a little push that set him off. He sprang forward, his hands at her cheeks as he practically climbed over her and began feverishly kissing her. She was leaning back on one elbow, and her free hand was at his face while they kissed.

They continued like this for a moment, his cock hanging as the tip grazed her thighs, her soft skin only causing him to throb even harder. She lowered herself onto her back as she took her now free second hand and reached between them. He felt her slender fingers wrap around his cock. Sliding her hand up and down its length, he realized she wasn't jerking him off. She was curiously exploring his cock. Her gentle touch was thrilling, and when she lifted his cock and he lowered himself a bit, feeling his head slide against her tummy. He almost came that very moment, his balls surging in intense need and anxious anticipation.

Just then Jason felt her shifting, and the young girl rolled onto her side. Confused, he broke there kiss to study her face, and she looked at him, bit her lip, and rolled onto her tummy. Inadvertently, his cock slipped right between her cute little butt cheeks. Looking down between them, then back to her face, he saw that she had her head turned to look at him from the side.

My fucking god, he thought, she was presenting herself to me.

Biting her lip again, she arched her body a little, pushing her butt up and exposing more of her pussy to him him. He felt his dick slip over her lips as she shifted herself. His cock throbbing uncontrollably with his heart beat now, and there was no turning back. He leaned down, kissing and sucking on her neck as he pushed for the first time, feeling her lips spread around his cock head. Letting out a deep moan, he pushed again, his head slipping into her. He felt her pussy hug around him. There was no resistance, she had no hymen that he could feel. With this in mind, he pushed and in one slow firm motion sunk all of his dick into the tight little twelve year old.

“Nyah!” she let out a cute little squeal. It was too much for him to take. Within moments he began to pull out, then back in. Over and over, he was fucking her into the sand, each thrust a little faster, a little more power. She was squirming under him. Every time his hips contacted her little ass, he felt her squirm and push back against him.

Faster still, he picked up the pace. Grabbing her waist, he towered over her as he lost any sense of being careful and he began to simply rail her, over and over, grunting and moaning as he fucked the tight little pussy that she had given up to him.

Chloe moaned and reached out in front of her, grabbing at the sand and whimpering as he slammed against her over and over. She couldn't help but squeal each time his cock fucked her deep, rutting up against her cervix. It was so good, it was amazing, powerful, needy, and he filled her in ways she didn't know she needed. She gasped and moaned into the sand, her breath spraying it into the air. She lifted her head and turned back to watch him as best she could, sand stuck to her face. His eyes were looking down, locked on her body as he refused to let up.

“Chloe... Chl....oe....” he moaned her name in a vain attempt to comfort her as he just kept fucking her little body into the sand. He felt himself on the edge, about to cum, when he looked up and saw her eyes watching him as he railed her into a Chloe-shaped depression in the sand.

There was nothing he could do to stop. Slamming himself deep, he felt his cock head stretching her little cervix as he erupted inside, instantly feeling the cum flood around his cock and explode backwards toward her entrance because there was no room inside her for the amount he was releasing into her warm wet little pocket.

“God! … Fuck!!” Jason shouted, pulling back and slamming into her again. Chloe let out the cutest little squeal. Again and again he pulled back shoving it as hard as he could into her, and he suddenly felt her tiny frame tense and she pushed her ass up against him. She whimpered and squealed and her whole body shuddered. Holy shit she's cumming! he realized. Reaching under her and pressing his hand against her lower tummy, right over her womb he helped extend her orgasm.

Her orgasm subsided as his cock remained buried inside, still twitching. Hardly able to hold himself up as he panted to catch his breath, he lowered himself to one elbow. His whole body lay against hers, and she lay below him, trembling from the orgasm and barely conscious of her surroundings.

He fell to his side, feeling his cock slip out of her with an audible wet slop. She whimpered cutely as he exited her, her hips wiggling as if she wanted him back. He raised his hand up to her cheek and lifted her chin from the sand, and he kissed her deeply and passionately. She rolled to her side as he wrapped his arms around her, cuddling her close, and they made out softly in their post-coital bliss.

They both lay there, no words spoken between them. The sun was setting as they held each other in the sand next to their fire. Jason didn't care about anything else anymore. He didn't care if they got rescued. They had water, they had food and fire, they had each other. He just wanted to stay like this for ever, embraced in the arms of the girl with the green eyes.

---

It was dawn the next morning, and Jason sat in the sand at the edge of the water, watching the high tide roll in and stealing glances up the beach to their camp, where beautiful Chloe slept like an angel. His thoughts drifted to what would happen when they get back to the real world. He knew that he would likely never see her again. At least until she was old enough to make decisions on her own. Would she even remember or care about him then? These thoughts saddened him and in that moment he understood that he didn't want to be rescued. He just wanted to remain here on their secluded shores, away from the prying eyes of the world.

Chloe stirred as she sat up to her side looking for Jason. Seeing him sitting down by the water she stood and walked down to the water to join him.

“Hi...” She said with the most adorable blush and smile plastered over her face.

“Good Morning.”

“So what's the plan for today?”

“Absolutely, anything you want.” They smiled at each other as the young girl sat down next to him, and together they watched the sky turn to orange and red as the sun begin to peek over the undulating waves of the ocean. Jason reached an arm around Chloe narrow shoulders, and she looked up at him expectantly, and they kissed.