From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Island Paradise (MF, rom, dream)
Date: 14 Jan 1996 16:59:32 GMT

			   Island Paradise

	The last thing I remember was a huge wave sweeping over my
sailboat, turning it over and spilling me into the water. Then I woke
up on the shore of a deserted island with my face in the sand, and my
body covered in dried salt water. My clothes still stuck to my body,
sticky with sweat and seaweed. There were bits of my craft all around,
as well as traces of oil on the water. I gathered together the wood
pieces to make a signal fire, then set out to explore my surroundings.
I took off my shirt and left it on the beach, stuck up on a long piece
of wood next to the fire, just in case anyone happened to come upon it
while I was away.

	Most of the island was covered with trees and vine-like
growths, the jungle dominating it. The sounds were like every Tarzan
movie I ever saw; exotic bird calls echoed through the trees.

	I marveled at the purity of it; untouched by the hand of man,
I thought to myself. Animals passed by me, seemingly unafraid.

	I came upon a freshwater pool in the shade of a huge banyan
tree and decided to clean myself up. I took off my ruined jeans and
underwear and saturated them in the water of the pool. I then put them
on a rock to dry. Then I dove in and washed myself off. After my brief
swim, I shook myself off and lay down, naked, on another flat rock to
dry off.

	I must have dropped off, because I woke up some time later
when the sun went behind a cloud. I opened my eyes and looked at
the face of the most beautiful woman I ever saw.

	She was a blonde, with hair that hung halfway down her back.
She wore some kind of skin around her waist as a loin-cloth, but
nothing over her breasts. They were largish with pale red nipples. As
she breathed, they moved slightly, and I felt myself unconsciously
responding to her. I looked at her face again. She was looking at me
strangely. She held a knife in her left hand, as if she were prepared
to use it. I tried talking to her, but nothing I said seemed to have
any meaning to her. She looked at the surface of the pool, then at me,
then back at the pool. She pointed at me, then at the pool, and seemed
to make a connection. I pointed at my chest and said, "Carl." Then I
pointed at her. She pointed at herself and thought for a minute, as if
she were struggling to remember who she was. Finally she said in a
gravelly voice, "Lara."

	She walked over to me, and touched my cheek. She looked at my
body, unclothed and pale. She was golden brown all over, even her
breasts. She had obviously been here a very long time. I sat up and
caressed her cheek. She drew back a few inches. I made reassuring
noises and drew her closer. I leaned over and put my lips to hers,
kissing her. I pulled my face back, and she put her fingers to her
mouth, rubbing her lips. Her dagger fell to the ground. She crept over
to me, and kissed me back, opening her mouth and letting my tongue
explore hers. I reached up and put my hand on her neck, pulling her
closer still. I caressed her breast with my other hand and she moaned
slightly, her nipples crinkling and becoming erect. I could feel my
organ beginning to harden and lengthen. I moved the hand that was on
her breast down along her flat abdomen, then untied the hide around
her waist. I tossed it aside and put my hand between her legs. She
squealed and stiffened, but I held her close, kissing her even harder.
I left her mouth and moved my tongue down her slender neck. I put my
lips to one of her breasts, sucking gently and running my tongue all
over the soft globes.

	Then I moved my mouth to the other, nibbling it slightly with
my lips, causing her to make small whimpering noises. I was completely
erect now, and I moved my hips toward hers, insistently rubbing
against her thigh to open her legs. I gently pushed her backward until
she was laying on her back on the sun-warmed rock. I put a hand on
each breast and she closed her eyes, rocking her head back and forth.
I opened her legs and explored her with my fingers. She had a thin
crop of pale hair down there, curling at the edges. Her clitoris was
protruding from this thicket, throbbing at each of her heartbeats. I
put my mouth to it and began to work it with my tongue, making her
moan even louder. I drew back and kneeled over her arranging myself. I
touched her vagina with the tip of my organ and slowly, ever so
slowly, pushed myself into her.

	She let out a long soft cry as I entered her. She had an
exceedingly small opening, and I decided that she must be a virgin. I
moved into her until I felt an obstruction, then thrust hard. This
elicited a cry from the woman. I slowly moved in and out of her,
bringing her to orgasm. She twisted under me, moaning at every thrust
until she suddenly tensed, squeezing me inside her. She drew me to her
with her arms, pulling my head to her chest. I nuzzled her perfect
breasts, her swollen nipples brushing my lips. I thrust into her again
and again, until I lost myself and collapsed on top of her.

	I don't know what happened after that, because after the
exertion I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up, she was gone.
There was no trace of her; it was as if she had never existed. I put
on my now dry garments and walked back to the beach. The fire was
beginning to burn out, but on the horizon I could see a ship of some
kind. I stoked up the fire some more, producing thick smoke. In the
distance I heard the ship's steam whistle sound the SOS signal. It
turned and came close to the island.

	Now, standing on the deck, the ship heading toward Hawaii, I
can't help but wonder whether it was only a dream... or was it?