Lost in Paradise Ch. 02-04

Chapter 2 - the first morning

The next morning, the rain turned into a light mist and the sun is still hidden behind heavy clouds. I slip on my still wet pants, crawl out of the raft to survey damage. As I stand up and look over at the plane, I notice a couple of the ladies are up and standing under the wing, out of the rain. Looking at the plane, it looks like a cylinder stuck into the woods with the wing against the trunks, where the sand meets the forest.

I walk over and say "Hi" to the ladies. I am hungry, as I expected them to be. "We need to start thinking about food. Did any of you have any leftover snacks, or even a sandwich left aboard yesterday?"

They look at me as Maria steps forward and say, "We didn't, do you think there may be something else on board that wreck?"

"I'm going aboard and check. Could a couple of you ladies gather some wood for a fire? I am going to throw anything I think is useful out the door. Could a couple more of you move whatever I throw out into a dry area? We will also need to think about nighttime arrangements. I think we all should meet this afternoon to do some planning."

"Who made you the boss?" Asks Janet again, standing there with her arms crossed.

"No one, I'm just making suggestions. I think that this afternoon we should talk about that and other things more important, like where to go to take a shit, what to do for defense against any animals and maybe even about food and water." I now turn and head toward the plane, leaving the ladies to decide who does what.

Smiling at myself, I approached the plane. It is sitting sideways to the trench it created during the crash landing. I slowly climbed up the stairs that we used to get out of the plane, only yesterday. Sticking my head in, I see just a pile of shipping crates, some broken open, some piled against each other and some crushed under the pile. As I move through the plane, I feel it shift under my feet.

The first thing I do is to pull the bags out of the overhead nets in the seating area. I drag them to the door and toss them the sand, almost two dozen of them, along with the small single bag of mine. That should keep them happy for a while, I think. Next, I start working on the pile in the middle of the plane. I know that two of the boxes are our show, but what else is in there is the question.

Taking hold of one of the crates, it has a military delivery destination, and I move it down off the pile onto the floor. Looking around, I spot a tool chest, attached to the side of the fuselage and head over to it. In it I find a hammer, screw drivers and best of all, a crowbar. Going back to the crate, I open it to find it full of MRE's (Meals, Ready to Eat). Well, it may be monotonous, but we will not starve. Grabbing a handful of breakfast ones, I move to the door and toss them out. Calling the ladies under the wing "There should be a heater unit to go with these, add water and let it do its thing. After 5 minutes you will have a hot breakfast. When you get a fire going, you can get warm and have a camp breakfast." Turning back into the plane, I move the rest of the crate to the side, for later raiding. Heading back to the pile, I noticed the crate came from palette with more crates with the same code on them. Yes, we will not starve but we will eat like an army on patrol.

As I pile the cartons of food aside, I hear a noise back at the door. Looking back, I see Maria working her way over the wreckage to me. She waves at me and drops down on her hands and knees, as she scrambles over the crates. I now notice she is in shorts, sandals, and a T-shirt. In fact, the T-shirt is tight enough to show her over large, real breasts are not held in place with a bra. The nipples, rubbing on the shirt, are standing up hard as erasers.

As she reaches me, she says "I want to be the first of many to thank you for saving us last night and the work you are doing today." With that, she reaches down and grabs the bottom of her T-shirt and pulls it up and over her head. As she swings the t-shirt aside, those magnificent breasts swing into view, hard nipples, and all, proving there was no bra. Reaching down, she slides her shorts down and steps out of them.

"Find a place for us and I will fuck you until you can't walk."

Looking around, I spot a torn cardboard box, full of towels and head that way, pursued by a beautiful nude, real blond. Laughing, she shoves me onto my back, pulls my pants down and crawls between my spread legs, to take my hardening cock into her hands. Looking into my eyes, I watch as she engulfs it with her mouth. At that point, I close my eyes, lean back, and enjoy the feelings of her lips on the sides of my dick, her tongue on the tip of my dick and her hands on my balls. She is getting very energetic, so I placed my hands on her head, to show her sucking down and start to thrust into her face. Looking up into my eyes, with a mouth full of dick, she smiles with a twinkle in her eyes and starts to jack my cock. I fall back, flat on the pile of towels, arch my back and again thrust back with my dick deep into her mouth.

Pulling her mouth of my dick, she says "Don't you cum yet, I want you inside me when you do." With that, she pulls her lips off my dick, kisses the end, and then flicks the tip with her tongue. I then watch as she crawls up me, lifting her beautiful chest above me. Taking my cock in her hand and with the other hand helping to balance herself, she slides my cock between those golden hairs into her wet hole. Lifting a little, she settles down, shoving my cock deep within herself. Next, using those dancer legs, she starts lifting and lowering herself by sliding my cock in and out of her pussy. At this point, I am barely part of the fucking, as she loses herself in the orgasm flowing through her. Her pussy is now clamped herd around my cock, jerking me off harder than her mouth did when sucking on me. I arch my back, thrust deep into her, and join her in our orgasms. In what seemed like forever, we fall back, holding onto each other, with my dick slowly shrinking within her.

Pushing up with her hands, says to me "Thank you for what you did and if you want more, I'm available at anytime, anywhere and in any way, you want me." With a sweet smile and a gleam in her eyes.

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Chapter 3 - The Discoveries

There I am, laying on the towels, nude, with a beautiful woman wrapped around me, her hand holding my balls, with the though 'What a wonderful way to end the morning' wondering through my head. As I lay there, the outside world interrupts with a yell "Hay you two, finding anything more?"

I yell back, with a smile for the lady next to me, "Taking a break, I'll get back to work in a bit. Just resting now."

"We've got a fire going, are you interested in something to eat?"

Reaching down, taking a handful of this beautiful lady's ass, I answer "Yes, I'm thinking about eating right now. Be out in a while, I have something to finish right here." Leaning down, spreading her legs, and licking her clit, still standing up. Her legs lock around my head, over my ears, so I do not hear the answer. She rolls me onto my back and sucks my wet cock into her mouth, as I dip my tongue into her cum filled pussy. Next thing I know, she freezes, with my semi hard cock deep in her mouth, as she starts to orgasm again. I lay the and ride it out, with my head locked between her thighs. As it ends, she pushes my hips from her face, pulling my dick from her mouth and smiles down at me.

"We've got to stop for a while, or I'll be unable to do more than stagger around. I did come in here to help you, yes, definitely to help you to cum and maybe for me also, but we do have to finish this inventory. "

"I know, but I have this before me." Leaning in to kiss her pussy lips. "And I have to stop and pay homage!"

Sitting up and pushing my head from between her legs. She says, "We have to do a little work here." As she grabs a towel and starts to clean up the aftermath of the three orgasms, but with a smile.

I get dressed and start moving the boxes of MRE's. I discovered a crate holding a F35 radar unit (useless to us), a set of posters for our show (good for starting fires) and a setup kit for the USO bar (just what we need, alcohol). There are a lot of smaller packages and towards the back, crushing our costumes is a big army, prepackaged something. Climbing over the smaller packages, I discovered a traveling field hospital kit. The list on the side of the pallet includes a 20-man canvas tent with bug screens, operating table, sterilizer, instruments, solar cells, batteries and ten cots.

Standing there, reading the list, I realize I have found just what we need, a portable sleeping quarter for all of us. To get it out, we will have to unpack it here and remove it in pieces. Turning around, Maria and I start climbing out. Stopping along the way I grabbed a case of the MRE's and threw them out the door ahead of us. Maria had grabbed a bunch of towels and carried them out, also.

Out on the beach, all the five ladies are waiting to see what we found. The towels are grabbed and used to clear the sand.

I head over to the small fire, built under the wing. Looking up, I see a small fuel leak. At that point, I pick up a burning stick and walk away from the wing. As I go, I say, "Put out that fire now, I'm moving it over here."

"Why?" Says Janet, with her hands on her hips.

"You have built a fire under a 500-gallon fuel tank. I think that somewhere else would be a good idea."

At this a couple of the girls start running out onto the beach. Linda strides over to the fire and starts kicking sand down onto it. "I wasn't thinking when I built this. Thanks." she says.

Digging a small pit with my foot, I put the burning stick into it. Maxie brings over the wood and starts to build it up over there. "Find anything important?"

"Yes, I'll go over what I've found, after lunch. How are you ladies doing?"

"We are jealous of what you and Maria were doing, while taking inventory. I'm looking forward to my turn."

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Chapter 4 - Planning and a needed bit of work

After lunch, we all gathered under the wing, out of the misty rain.

Janet started the meeting off, with a question "Why are we meeting? We're going to be picked up as soon as the weather clears."

I answer with "We don't know when we will be rescued. With the summer weather on this side of the equator, the crew will start to smell. Until we are rescued, we need to take care of them."

"You go ahead and then take care of them; I'm not touching them."

"I will, but I'll need some help. Anyone here have any nursing experience?"

"I have a little, volunteered as an aid in high school." Says Linda "I will be glad to help."

Janet laughs and says "Yes, you just want to get him alone."

"I know she does" I say "Just her, me and three corpses. Now to other things."

"Who put you in charge?" Janet asks again.

"No one, I just have a desire to do something and not just wait. I do not want to just sit here, eat MRE's, soak up the sun and wait for a rescue that may be late in coming, maybe not at all. For all we know, our rescuers may be looking in the wrong place. We do not know if a distress call was even made. When the plane was hit by that lightning, the crew was busy, just keeping us in the air, and finding this place to land, than to call for help. At this point, I think, what we need to do is help ourselves, not just sit and wait for others to find us."

"Well, you just go ahead and do what you want, I'm going to sit and wait."

"You can do whatever you want, but I'm going to at least keep busy. If you want to help, you can. If not, then please don't get in our way."

"No need to worry about that." Janet says, as she gets up and moves further down the wing, to shelter from the rain.

"Anyone else?" I ask. "Well, anyone here who wants to be in charge?"

I waited a moment, but no one steps forward.

"If there are no objections, then I have a few suggestions. While Linda and I will take care of the bodies, we need to find a fresh water source, the canned water from the raft will run out soon. We also need to set up a place to use as a toilet, among other things. It needs to be away from whatever fresh water supply we find. Lastly, I found a tent on the plane, we need to set it up or we are all back in the raft for tonight. Lastly, I think we should not go away from this camp site, alone. You need to work in at least pairs, for safety and just to help. With Janet just sitting in the camp, she can watch the fire, while we get the other things on the list done. While we take care of the crew, you three should head down the beach and see if you can find water. If you are alright with me handing out assignments."

"For the time being, I've no problem with you doing that for the small stuff, anything big should be discussed." Says Janet.

"I agree, so you go and find fresh water, as the two of us take care of the crew."

On that note, Linda and I head back to the plane, to figure out what to do with the bodies before they decompose too much. Climbing into the plane, we started to search and found in the hospital set-up a box of body bags. It seems that they packed the hospital definitely for all cases. Over the next few hours, the two of us did the distasteful duty of storing the bodies. We moved them out the other side of the plane, to shady spot and dug a hole. This was to be a temporary location for them, until we are rescued. We made sure the beds were above the high tide mark, with a pleasant view. After all, they had saved our lives. After marking the grave sites, we stand quietly for a moment, not knowing what else to do and then headed back towards the beach.

Back on the beach, I started along the beach, next to the ditch created by the aircraft as it crashed landed. We had crashed during the height of the storm surge and now the ditch we created was full of water. It created a single straight line along the beach that I hoped would standout to the satellites looking for us, at least when they started looking. At this point, we were just overdue, and the storm was still raging south of us.

Turning around, to head back, I saw Mary reach down and pull off her t-shirt. Throwing it down, she turns to face me, with the waves hitting just below her knees, and shakes her oversized breasts at me. Then she reaches up to the waist of her pants and pulls them down, and in the process proving that she is a true red head. Throwing the shirt and pants onto the beach, with her shoes, she turns and starts to walk into the surf. Looking over her shoulder, she waves for me to join her.

I walked down the beach, kicked off my flip-flops, removed my T-shirt, and dropped both my pants and underwear (which it appears she did not wear). Walking into the surf, I follow her out into the breaking waves, beyond the broken tail section of the plane.

Reaching out, I slide my hands under her arms and cup those beautiful breasts, feeling her nipples harden against the palms of my hands. Leaning down, I kiss the nap of her neck and hold her by her breasts as her legs float up and legs spread. With her back to me, her legs floating out, she turns and kisses me. I slide my hands down her back and grasp her full, round ass cheeks and pull her towards me. She spreads her legs, wraps them around my waist and using them, pulls me to her. Sliding her arms around my back, she takes her hands and pulls me head down for a full, hungry mouth, tongue invasion, kiss.

Looking back at the beach, I see one of the ladies pick up our clothes, wave at us and head back toward the wreck.

Mary then pushes away from me and starts to swim around to the other side of the wreck. I start to follow, as I watch that sweet little ass swim away. On reaching the other side, I watch as she stands up in the water, waves at the small crowd on the beach and waits for me, standing there in the surf, nude and beautiful. She turns and watches me wade up to her. Reaching out, she grabs me by my hard-on and starts to guide me towards the 20-man raft. I willingly follow, with a shit eating grin on my face.

"He's mine for the next hour or so, you all enjoy yourselves, as I'm definitely will" she yells and continues to pull me by my dick to the raft.

As we reach the raft, she crawls into it, as I follow with my hard cock leading the way.