They plan to leave the island?
In 10 parts, By BlewWater69. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
John got up early and left the hut without disturbing Pam. She started having discomfort and nausea in the mornings so he felt it was better to let her sleep. He wanted to work on the rudder mechanism for the raft anyway and she couldn't really help him much with that. Besides, her main focus these days was working on the sail. Never having been much of a sewer, Pam was being challenged, with limited materials, to come up with a large enough and suitable sail.
To create a sail that would be strong enough to survive even in rough and stormy seas, was not too easy since her main sources of material were coats, shirts, and a few old curtains from the plane. Her thread was anything she could gather from denim jeans and the cloth cushions of the captain's and co-pilot's seats, neither of which gave her very long pieces. Not an easy task but she had one saving grace. The old lady had in her suitcase a small travel sewing kit. It wasn't much but there was some thread and more importantly two needles.
The mast of the raft amounted to the longest and stoutest piece of bamboo they had. It was only ten feet tall but fairly thick at around four inches in diameter. Secured at the base into the raft at the bottom and by two smaller supporting pieces about two feet up, it was pretty sturdy. They would use wire from the plane to hold the sail in place. John had even crafted a way to raise and lower it to the bottom bamboo cross support for the sail using the hanging rings from the curtains on the plane. The sail wouldn't be much to look at by current standards but it would work, they hoped.
John had worked hard on the design of the rudder. A broken rudder at sea would be worse than if the sail couldn't be repaired. Without a rudder he feared they could be left adrift and that would potentially be their biggest concern for survival. He had spent hours molding and hammering a piece of aluminum around a stout piece of bamboo. He secured it in place with screws from the plane and fashioned the handle for the rudder in a similar way. When he was done, he was satisfied it would work well and could handle some rough seas. Not having much sailing experience though much was guess work that made him uneasy. Trusting his new family to a crudely designed craft out on the open sea worried him constantly.
One night as they were sitting on the giant boulder behind their hut, watching the sun set, having just had glorious sex, Pam had shown him two rings she had made from tiny seashells. She smiled at him as she slipped his on his finger. Then she handed the other to him to put on her finger.
"What are these?" John asked but had a clue and kissed her.
"What do you think they are, silly?" Pam replied and kissed him again.
"You made us engagement rings?" John answered.
"Love rings really, but you can certainly call them engagement rings if you want," Pam proclaimed with a loving smile.
"I'm the one that should be getting the rings," John said.
"Well, I didn't see you doing it so I did," Pam stated.
"I suppose I should be asking the question though," he said hugging her tighter. "Will you marry me, Meredith Emerson?"
"Yes; I will marry you, John Morrison," Pam exclaimed and kissed him passionately.
John slipped the ring on Pam's finger and kissed her again. The kisses that followed were so full of love and passion his cock started to react. He wouldn't have thought that possible after the nice long lovemaking session they had just concluded but here it was stirred by their loving kisses. Pam's hand on his inner thigh wasn't helping either. It didn't take long for that hand to feel the movement growing towards it. A slight squeeze from her hand told him she knew what was happening.
Pam broke the kiss, 'So soon, big boy?" Pam queried with a mischievous smile.
"You're going to kill me," John complained.
"I'm not the one starting this. Besides, you love it," Pam added.
"I certainly can't get enough of you," John said pulling her even closer for a kiss.
The rock was no place to make love so they exited for the frond mat below. They took it long and slow pleasuring each other orally before fucking. Having fucked Pam just an hour or so earlier, John lasted a good long time, bringing Pam to three nice orgasms before flooding her insides with more sperm. No longer worried about getting her pregnant, Pam and John hugged and lay together afterwards, staring into the nighttime fire, and acting like two longtime lovers.
The next day John worked on the rudder again while Pam sewed a section of the sail. Before John could attach the rudder, he wanted to push the raft closer to the water on the rails. He worried that if they kept the raft on the top tier of the beach and loaded it with all the remaining provisions and essentials, when they went to push it down to the beach the rudder would drag in the sand. So he built a stop in the rails leading down to the beach and called Pam to help him. Together they pushed the raft over the edge of the top flat part of the beach and then fought hard to hold it back from sliding down hard on the stoppers he had built.
The stoppers were nothing more than two pieces of stout bamboo on each side, tied together, braced into the sand further down, and positioned to catch the front runners on the raft. The stoppers would work well but John didn't want the raft sliding down the rails hard into them and possibly damaging something or knocking the runners off the rails. It took both Pam and John, dragging in the sand above the raft to slow it enough so it just nudged up against the stoppers about midway down the beach and held there.
Now John could mount the rudder and prepare the raft for the finishing touches. Soon he would be affixing the two plastic rafts to the top and getting ready for the loading to begin. John set to work on the rudder as Pam returned to her sewing. He was sweating hard as he tried to secure the fairly heavy rudder to the raft. He had part of it wired in place when he heard Pam scream. He dropped everything and raced back towards camp.
"Pam, what is it!" John yelled back, grabbed his spear, and raced towards the camp up the beach.
As he got higher, the top part of Pam's body came into view and he saw she had the flare gun pointed into the air. He screamed at her to stop but too late. Still running towards her, he saw the smoke trail from the flare gun as the flare shot skyward. Only twenty feet from Pam now, he finally saw what she did. What looked like a military plane was flying low and right at them only several hundred yards away and closing fast. John reached Pam as they both watched the flare burst brightly only a hundred feet up in the air. There was little doubt the plane could see it as it screamed past over them and right over the smoke flumes from the dying flare.
"A plane!" Pam was screaming and pointing. "A plane!"
"I see it!" John hollered over the roar of the plane's engines as it passed above.
They hugged as they watched the plane swing out wide and bank around. They cheered and jumped up and down as the plane flew back towards them. It seemed to be swaying back and forth and John realized he was rolling his wings to show they had spotted them. Pam and John yelled loudly as the plane flew right over them even lower now. They could almost make out the pilot as he screamed past.
"He sees us, Pam!" John shouted over the wash of the engines.
"Oh, my god, John! We're going to be saved!" Pam cried aloud.
The plane made one more close pass over the jumping and waving couple before it banked, waved its wings, and took off into the sun. The couple were still waving until it was a black spot in the distance.
"Are they going to come for us now?" Pam asked excitedly.
"He's probably on the radio now to his base reporting our position," John related.
"Was it an American plane?" Pam questioned.
"I think it was by the markings. It might have been Coast Guard or the Navy. I'm not sure," John replied.
"When will they be back?" Pam queried.
"I don't know," John said before turning to her, "Holy shit!"
"What?" Pam stated with a suddenly worried look.
She watched John smile and then laugh. "What?" Pam repeated, getting mad that she didn't get the joke.
"That pilot must have liked what he saw," John mused aloud and she followed his eyes.
Pam glanced down and suddenly realized she was topless. She had put her bikini bottoms on to sit in the sand and sew but had left her top off out of force of habit. She rarely wore it anymore since her tan was deep and full. Her whole body, like John's was a rich golden brown. Her tits must have been an incredible sight to that pilot as she jumped and waved excitedly. Pam looked back at John with a shocked look on her face.
"Oh, my god," Pam exclaimed, but then noticed John's smiling face. He cracked up and so did she.
"He'll be back quickly," John howled.
Pam slapped his arm but laughed too, "He'll bring all his buddies."
"He sure will," John agreed, laughing.
After they had a good laugh Pam said, "I guess I better start wearing clothes."
"Yeah, no telling when they'll be back."
John turned to go back to the raft as Pam stood over the partially finished sail. She glanced back to John just as he was turning back to her.
"John;”
"Yeah, what're we doing?" John said, interrupting her.
"Not much point now," Pam offered.
"Yeah, it would be foolish to risk a journey on this raft if we're about to be rescued," John agreed.
"All this work for nothing," Pam lamented.
"Definitely," John said turning to look back down the beach at the mast of the raft sticking up over the sand.
"We don't really need to continue, right?" Pam questioned.
"You're right, not much point," John granted.
"What a waste," Pam said, bending to pick up her half-finished sail. "This was a lot of work."
"Tell me about it," John acknowledged too.
"We should start preparing to leave for when they get here," Pam proclaimed.
"Yeah, we should figure out what we want to take and what to leave," John decided.
"What about the money, John? Are we going to try to bring that with us?"
"We should," John stated.
"Yes, but what if they decided to search us or something?" Pam advised.
"Good thought, but I doubt they're going to go through our personal stuff. Pack your underwear and bikinis around the money," John offered as advice jokingly.
"Those horny sailors, that might be the first place they'd look," Pam concluded with a giggle.
"Especially after the pilot tells his buddies about the nice show he got," John pronounced laughing.
"Yeah, funny," Pam lamented, but then laughed too.
They quit working on the raft and instead began packing some of their belongings into two suitcases. That night they celebrated after dinner their apparent rescue. They made a brew of heated coconut milk, shavings of coconut, and pieces of banana. It was tasty and reminded them of coconut and banana pudding except waterier.
They were in high spirits that night and made love, possibly for the last time on their private deserted tropical isle. Their passion was hot and intense. John never tired of looking at her beauty. He thought she was the prettiest woman he had ever known and constantly watched her move about gracefully and athletically. His desire to be near her and with her all the time just intensified and she many times caught him just sitting back gazing at her. She would always smile and just continue whatever she was doing. He found her to be incredibly hot. Even down a few pounds from the hard work on the island had toned her muscles. Her body was like that of a golden goddess with its amazing tan. Her aureoles, once richly pink, were now golden brown like the rest of her. They were near invisible on her ample breasts if not for the delicious looking buds of her nipples, so easily excited.
Their love making that night, unlike other times where their passions drove them to hot, hard, and fast sex, was slow and deliberate. They played and teased each other for a long time. John went first, kissing Pam as she lay on her back on the frond mat. He kissed her lips, around her eyes and forehead, the tip of her nose, and around to each ear. He kissed down her neck, even sucking gently of the soft dark skin. He might have given her a mark but her tan hid everything. He gently worked down to her breasts, kissing all around them before ever touching the aroused, distended nipples that so urgently awaited his caress. Pam moaned appreciatively at his touches but groaned too seeking more stimulation to her aching tits. John cupped the firm mounds in each hand and slowly fed the sensitive morsels to his mouth and tongue. He licked all around her nipples before sucking the turgid buds into his mouth. Pam held his head to her and moaned softly at his ministrations to her breasts.
"Oh, god, John! That feels so good," Pam gasped.
"I could play with these beauties for hours," John replied with his mouth still partly touching a saliva slick nipple.
"Be my guest," Pam encouraged jokingly.
"What about me going lower? You want me to just stay here and not go lower?"
"Mmmm, please; don't stop; yes; yes; keep going," Pam pleaded with real conviction.
John laughed, "Soon," and he returned to a stiff nipple.
"Oh, god," Pam growled. "Please."
John disobeyed just long enough to raise her desire another level. When his mouth trailed away from her tits, down her taut belly, he left her nipples wet and hard as bullets in the cooling night breeze. As he kissed lower, Pam moaned quietly while she awaited his touch to her sex. John loved making her cum with his mouth and Pam knew from experience what awaited her when he finally got there. Her body arched slightly off the mat hoping to cause him to move faster to her cunt. She could feel her passion rising and knew it wouldn't take much for him to pull the first orgasm of the night from her wet and aroused cunt. Her mind reeled with the pleasure and she told herself, 'One touch to my clit and he's going to set me off for sure.'
John maddeningly made her wait though. He kissed and licked all around her cunt but stayed away from actually touching it. He kissed down the soft inner skin of her thighs, all the way down her shapely legs, and licked at her toes. Pam watched him with burning lust in her eyes as he sucked on her toes one after the other. He agonizingly slowly kissed and licked up the other leg until he finally, once again, worked around her sex. Pam used her hands to try to guide him to her aching core, but he held just short of her goal.
Finally, John parted her labia with his fingers and thrust her probing tongue as deep as he could into her wet vagina. Pam howled and bucked up off the mat. It had not even taken a touch to her clit to send her over the edge. Her delicious orgasm consumed her as she pushed his head hard against her. John's tongue wiggled mischievously inside her seeking every possible pleasure receptor.
"Oh, god, you wicked man," Pam grunted as her cunt stopped spasming around his active tongue.
"You like that?" John asked, removing his tongue briefly from her flooded cavity.
"God, yes," Pam groaned.
"Me too," John agreed, returning to taste more of her sweet cum.
John worked on her cunt again, nowhere near done. He played to bring her at least one more nerve shattering explosion before he stopped. He probed her cunt with fingers and tongue until he had her moaning again. Her hands were still clutching fists full of his hair and pressing him to her so hard he had to fight to breathe. When he had her good and aroused he started to increase the tempo and stimulation one action after another. He inserted one finger at a time inside her tight cunt until he had three buried deep enough to rub her spot.
He teased the rough surface as his tongue and other hand started to work above. John could easily see her hard little pea poking out of her hood. Her clit was wet and pink and ready to be touched but he moved all around it agonizingly. Pam grunted and squirmed beneath him, trying desperately to get him to touch her clit but he held back until he knew she was primed to go off like a new oil well. One touch and he would send her into climatic space.
"John," Pam urged just before he sucked on the hard little nubbin. "Oh, fuck!"
John sucked with some force on her tender little clit as Pam bucked and trembled. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train and she squeezed his head between her legs cutting off his air. He stayed with her as she thrashed about as waves of bliss coursed through her body; all the time his mouth and tongue teased the tender bud of her clit with electric touches that spread through her body like currents.
"Good, god!" Pam gasped loudly. "Ahh; Mmmm."
When she finally began to relax John let her hyper-sensitive clit go and concentrated on tasting her sweet nectar. He lapped at her cunt and pushed her legs back open to give himself greater access and the ability to breathe. He feasted on her until she gently pushed him back but not before he had cleaned her of most of her tasty cum.
"No more, please," Pam groaned. "Oh, god, that was good."
John crawled back up her body and she kissed him with love and passion. She tasted herself in his mouth as she probed the inside with her tongue. They lay panting together for a few minutes until both could catch their breath. Pam slowly pushed him over and began kissing him. 'Two can play at this game,' she mused.
Pam repeated most of what John had done to her. She started with the kisses to his face, neck, and down his body. She sucked on his nipples too until they were hard little buds. Then she trailed down his firm body but carefully avoided and contact with his proudly standing member. His cockhead already had leaked pre-cum from the arousal of eating her gorgeous cunt. Her sweet caresses and tender licks were driving him crazy and more pre-cum bubbled from his cock slit like the open lava vent of an active volcano. He tried hard to concentrate on other things to take his mind off the delicious touches and gentle licks of Pam's active fingers and tongue. He didn't want to cum, as she had, when she first touched him, but he was having trouble fighting that feeling.
"Oh, god, Pam," John moaned.
"Not so easy on the receiving end, is it?" Pam chuckled.
"No," John agreed.
"Want me to touch this?" Pam questioned and flicked her forefinger nail across the sensitive underside of his cockhead.
John's cock twitched in response to her fingernail teasing his overly aroused flesh and a fresh bead of pre-cum oozed from the head. She only touched it the one time but his cock continued to pulse and throb with desire.
"Oh, shit," John growled.
"Like that?" Pam asked and scrapped the same nail across the surface again.
"Oh, geez," John gasped as his cock again jerked uncontrollably of its own accord.
Unlike John, Pam wasn't trying to make him cum yet and she feared she might push him to shoot off into the air and on his chest. She loved watching John's cock spew cum but not this time. She was more interested in feeling his big rigid shaft crammed up her tight cunt. She didn't want to risk getting him off too soon and possibly not getting a chance to ride his nice cock to a glorious orgasm.
"Don't you cum," she scolded. "I need you inside me first."
"Oh, god; you better make it soon," John pleaded.
Pam moved away from his cock only having barely touched it twice. She slid up his body and kissed him passionately. They kissed for a good long time but she didn't touch his cock giving him time to recover some. When she thought he was calmed down a little, Pam shifted over top of John and positioned herself to take him inside.
"You okay now?" Pam asked.
"A little," John croaked.
"Ahh," John said as Pam's cunt made first contact with his cockhead.
The wetness and lubrication from his pre-cum as well as her own juices allowed Pam to easily slip him inside despite his girth. She eased down feeling inch after inch of his cock part her inner cunt and push deep inside her. The same cock that had given her a baby in her womb was now butting once again up against her cervix and filling her wonderfully.
"Oh, geez, I love your cock inside me," Pam exclaimed.
"You feel beautifully tight, babe," John responded.
"God, I love this big cock," Pam added as she rose up and then settled slowly down again, feeling every inch once more.
"Take it slow, babe," John encouraged.
"Does your cock like that tight young cunt?" Pam queried jokingly.
"For sure," John gasped back as she moved again.
Pam rode John's cock slowly. She would bury him deep inside her and grind her cunt into his groin. The sensations for both of them were exquisite. She finally began increasing the speed as her need commanded. John hung with her and used his hands to guide her hips. Pam didn't show any real signs of pregnancy yet other than maybe her boobs were even bigger. Her nipples were definitely more sensitive and John moved his hands to touch those. Pam moaned as John tweaked and pulled slightly on her aroused nipples. Her bikini bras were getting tighter and she wondered if she would become a D-cup during her pregnancy.
John's hands to her breasts were all the added stimulation Pam needed and she felt her orgasm approaching at a quick pace. She sensed John's urgency beneath her too and that drove her on even more. She loved it when they came together and she hoped that would happen this time. A few more powerful strokes up and down on John's incredibly hard cock pushed Pam over the edge. Her cunt muscles clamped down hard on him, restricting movement.
John groaned under her, deprived of the friction and further stimulation he needed to achieve orgasm. He thrust up into her but her cunt was incredibly tight. Pam's head leaned backwards as she gasped with her release. Beautiful multi-color rockets exploded in her brain and behind her closed eyelids. Electrical pulses from discharging nerve endings flashed across her mind and through her body, making her tremble and groan even louder.
John gained some movement as Pam's cunt flooded with her juices and it began to spasm around his cock. He drove up into her desperate for relief but Pam was nearing completion of her climax and fell down on his heaving chest. Her beautiful tits acted like two soft pillows as they mashed against him. Her hard nipples evident as they poked him near his own. John stopped fucking up into her even though his own brain and body screamed for release. He let Pam bask in the warm afterglow of her wonderful orgasm. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing was labored as she tried to recover. John's cock pulsed angrily inside her as if it had a mind of its own. It seemed unhappy with the conclusion of this fuck so far and wanted more desperately.
Finally Pam opened her eyes and looked at John dreamily. A weak smile came to her lips and she leaned forward and kissed him.
"God, you fuck me so well," Pam related.
"Yeah," John replied but the strain in his voice gave away his problem.
John felt Pam shift her body a little. In doing so, she felt his stiff member still buried deep inside her. She moved her cunt a little on him and squeezed invitingly with her inner muscles.
"Someone didn't cum yet," Pam stated.
"No," John answered desperately.
"Mmm; I could ride this again but I have the feeling you're close, huh?" Pam said.
"Definitely," John concurred.
"Good," Pam said, shocking John a little. "I want a taste."
John didn't protest but watched with definite interest as Pam uncoupled from his big cock and slid down his body. John lay back as he felt Pam's hand cup his balls. His nut sack was tight against his body signaling the closeness of his release. Pam's other hand lightly stroked the shaft as she hungrily watched the angry red cockhead flare wider in preparation of spewing his seed. 'God, I love this cock,' Pam thought to herself as she teased him just short of cumming. More pre-cum oozed desperately from the open slit and this time it was cloudy with sperm, not just clear. It was further evidence of just how close he was to cumming.
Pam's wicked tongue snaked out and licked up their combined cum from his engorged cockhead. She had done this many times before and didn't mind the blend of tastes from their combined fluids. Her taste buds tried to identify the owner of the cum as she licked the oozing head and then down the wet shaft. John's scrotum was soaked as well and she used the moisture to knead the bloated testes in their slick sack.
"Fuck, Pam!" John growled desperately.
"Someone need to cum?" Pam asked with a giggle.
"Please, god," John pleaded.
"I'm not god but you might think so after this," Pam merrily joked.
"Come o;” John never got the rest out.
Pam plunged the head of John's cock into her mouth and swabbed it wickedly with her tongue. John arched off the mat and howled. The quickness of the stimulation and the exact form of it made him nearly explode instantaneously. His body shook as she mischievously squeezed the base of his cock and pulled his balls away from his body. The combination of moves gave him wonderful feelings yet stole from him his ability to cum.
"Oh, fuck; you evil woman!" John chastised.
"Ah; was all Pam said in response around his cock as she plunged deeper taking nearly all of him into her throat.
Pam had learned to be a great deepthroat artist with a lot of practice on their little island sanctuary. With not much else fun to do, sex had become not only important to their love for each other but a practiced pastime and game. They had tried everything including anal sex. John liked it but Pam had trouble enjoying his huge cock inside her extremely tight rear hole. She had managed to cum during those sessions by playing with her clit but the orgasms were not as intense for her as when he fucked her. She much preferred his cock inside her cunt and John knew it so he rarely even mentioned anal.
Her cocksucking though, was something they both enjoyed very much, just as with his eating her cunt. Pam had learned exact what John liked and had explored different techniques and methods to stimulate him. She learned how to keep him from cumming to prolong the experience and had fought through her gag reflex to take him all the way down her throat. It was this feeling he now enjoyed as his cockhead lingered in her clenching throat.
"Fuck" John growled.
Pam backed off his cock so he wouldn't cum down her throat. That had happened once and it made her gag. She held the head in her mouth and sucked hard on it, using her tongue to add further stimulus. Her hands this time encouraged his climax rather than suppressed it. She wanted desperately now to give him his release and taste her reward.
"Pam!" John yelled, but without need.
She needed no warning of what was coming. His cockhead pulsed and swelled in her mouth seconds before it erupted. His lava like hot cum shot from his cock in huge pent up ropes. Pam took the first two huge ones and swallowed. She managed to get that down as her mouth started to refill with the next ejaculations. Pam collected those as she continued to lick naughtily at the spewing cockhead.
"Ahh!" John grunted as he finally got his long overdue release.
John's cock throbbed in her mouth giving her several more diminishing amounts. Pam's mouth was nearly full again as she pulled back from his finished orgasm. John lay back with one arm over his eyes, panting with the force of his release. Pam chuckled to herself as she looked up from his rapidly deflating cock, across his beating chest, and at his drained face, half covered by his arm. She swirled the cum in her mouth with her tongue, letting her taste buds experience all of the salty concoction.
Eventually, John moved his arm, opened his eyes, and weakly smiled at her.
"You're incredible," John exuded.
"Mmm," Pam throated but then opened her mouth to show what she still possessed.
The whitish pool flowed back and forth over her pink tongue like thick milk. John watched intently as Pam showed him his own cum before she swallowed it for him. After it was gone down her throat, she immediately smiled at him.
"Oh, god, you know that drives me crazy when you do that," John exclaimed.
"That's why I do it," Pam stated. "Plus I like it too."
He pulled her to him and they kissed. The taste of him in her mouth was still evident to John. They lay together for a long time with the full moon casting its warm glow over them. They were both nearly asleep when John thought he heard sometime. He eased Pam off him and stood up. Pam awoke too to find him pulling on his shorts.
"What is it?"
"Do you hear that?" he said and they both stopped moving to listen.
"What is it?" Pam queried after hearing sometime too.
"Sounds like an engine," John exclaimed finishing buttoning his shorts.
Pam got to her knees and reached for her discarded bikini. She quickly put that on as the sound grew somewhat louder. It seemed to be carried on the wind to them. John walked towards it as Pam disappeared into the hut for more clothes. She didn't want to greet rescuers in her bikini. When Pam had a tank top on and shorts, she ran to where John was. He had stopped midway down towards the north beach on the opposite side of where their raft was. He stood half hidden behind the last set of rocks before only sand ran fifty yards to the water.
"What is it? Why are you hiding?" Pam asked as she approached behind him.
"Shush," John cautioned. "I'm not sure."
"What do you mean," Pam whispered. "It's the sailors, right?"
They could clear see the running lights of a low but fairly long boat approaching the beach a good five hundred yards down, near where John liked to catch gulls. The lights were not bright but enough to easily see across the darkened water, even with the moonlight.
"Not sure," John nervously allowed.
Now Pam's voice took on a nervous tint too as she said, "Are you worried it might be someone else?"
"Yes," John stated quietly.
"But, John, what are the odds of someone else coming after all this time right after we're spotted by the Coast Guard?" Pam astutely questioned. "It must be them."
"I don't know but I just have a bad feeling about this," John concluded.
They watched quietly from behind the rocks as the sleek craft eased into the shoreline and through the gentle surf. They could make out several figures moving as silhouettes on the boat as they looked like they were preparing to land. Their clothes were not white like you might expect from sailors or the Coast Guard but instead dark and seemed to be different on each person, not like uniforms. Pam and John watched as one scurried up onto the bow of the boat and jumped off into the water just short of the beach. He appeared to have shorts or a swimsuit on and a tee shirt. The rest were moving about, preparing to exit the boat.
"I don't like this," John whispered.
"You think they are drug runners or something like those other guys," Pam wondered.
"I don't know. Maybe, either way, we better make sure before we go parading out there into a trap," John stated.
"Yeah," Pam agreed with a cold twinge running down her spine. She suddenly remembered the three bad guys they had landed with and the trouble that followed. If not for John she would surely have been raped and possibly beaten by those guys.
The guy that had jumped off was holding a rope and he pulled hard as the boat hit the beach. It moved partway onto the beach before stopping. The guy searched around in the moonlight for someplace to tie off the boat but the beach was over fifty yards up to the tree line. He didn't have that much rope so he just dropped it. Someone else on board threw him something and Pam and John immediately recognized it as a gun. Actually John observed it was an assault rifle like an AK-47. The guy swung the strap over his shoulder just as the other guy handed down a large trash bag. They watched as eight trash bags and a silver suitcase were handed down to the guy on the beach. Each of the trash bags looked to be fairly heavy.
"For sure they're not Coast Guard," John muttered to Pam.
"Doesn't look like it, huh?" Pam replied.
"No!" John whispered forcefully.
"Shit, John! What're we going to do?" Pam questioned nervously.
"I don't know," John answered with real concern in his voice.
They watched as two more guys jumped off the front of the boat onto the beach. One of them clearly had another AK-47 while the third didn't seem to be armed. He was scanning the beach while the other two grabbed two bags each. The unarmed guy seemed to be the leader as he pointed straight up the beach and the other two headed that way with their cargo.
It was then that John and Pam watched another guy lead a woman out onto the front of the bottom and nearly push her off. She managed to jump instead and landed by the leader before losing her footing and dropping to her knees. She was at the water's edge and her pants had to get wet. The leader hauled her up and gave her one of the trash bags to carry. He grabbed the silver suitcase and they started to follow the others up the beach as the last guy jumped down. He grabbed two more bags and followed the rest. Soon they would be out of sight at the tree line.
"What do you think are in those bags?" Pam asked.
"I'm guessing drugs but who knows," John responded.
"What about the silver case?'
"Not a clue."
"This is very bad, isn't it, John?"
"Yeah."
"What should we do?" Pam asked.
"You stay right here. Promise me you won't move unless you have to," John demanded.
"Why? Where are you going?"
"I'm going to sneak down there and see if I can tell what they are up to. It might give us a clue as to who they are and what they want," John stated.
"Oh, god, John, I'm not crazy about being left alone. What if they see you?" Pam lamented.
"They won't. I'll be careful but you stay here, okay?"
"Okay."
Pam watched as John crouched low and scurried along the rocks and trees that bordered the northern beach. He stayed low and in the shadows and Pam lost sight of him many times as he worked his way down the beach. The people from the boat had not returned so Pam figured they must be exploring the other side of the island. 'Shit, they'll find the lean-to those assholes built and know someone was on this island,' Pam worried. 'Oh, god, John, be safe please.'
John made it to just short of where the five people had left the beach. Even in the moonlight he knew his way around the island. He cut through some rocks and past the nearly decimated stand of bamboo. He quietly moved between the rocks and the palms, keeping to a path he believed to be just parallel of the one the five people would have taken. As he got deeper into the woods he thought he heard voices. He kept going and the muffled sounds became Spanish words. Unfortunately, his years of high school Spanish were mostly distant memories and he could understand nearly nothing they were saying.
John crawled now along the path and angled closer to the voices. He found an outcropping of rocks and climbed up over one so he could hide behind them yet stand mostly erect. As he stood up he had a clear view of the five people twenty yards away. They had stopped in a small clearing and set down the bags and suitcase. The one that appeared to be the leader was doing most of the talking and also had a flashlight be brandished around. John watched as he seemed to give orders to the two with the assault rifles and they disappeared back towards the beach. Undoubtedly to get the remaining bags they had left on the beach.
The remaining guy started gathering some driftwood and dried fronds. He piled them in the center of the clearing as if they intended to make a fire. The leader was ordering the woman to help the guy. She didn't seem to understand at first and cowed back from the leader as if afraid he might hit her. Eventually she realized he wanted her to help with the fire and she started to gather fronds as well. When they had a decent pile the leader pulled out a lighter and lit some of the fronds. They caught immediately, as usual, and the fire roared to life. The light from it started to illuminate the three remaining people.
John was glad they had decided to make a fire. The light from it would give them night blindness and he would be less likely to be seen in the dark. In turn he could now make out the leader. He was taller than the other guy and had a full black beard. He looked Latino as did the other. John had thought him to be unarmed but in the illumination from the fire two pistols were evident tucked in his waistband. He was dressed in a red shirt and ragged tan cutoffs. He appeared to be in his thirties as did the guy with him who also had a pair of pistols in his belt.
John turned his attention to the woman briefly. When the fire was roaring she backed off to one side. The guy that had gathered the wood walked to her and spoke, but as he did he nearly pushed her to the ground. He obviously wanted her to sit and she did cross-legged. As she swayed and nearly fell to the ground from the guy's push, John suddenly noticed her shirt was totally open in the front and she had no bra on. Her smallish white breasts were momentarily visible to him before she sat down and folded her arms in front of her.
She had a long dark pleaded skirt on that hid most of her legs. As John looked at her he tried to make out if the shirt was torn or not. It looked like it had been and she looked to be maybe twenty years old. She was white where all the others were Latino and her hair, which was possibly dirty blond, was hanging raggedly down to her shoulders. The look on her otherwise pretty face said she didn't want to be there with these men.
His thoughts on the woman were interrupted when the other two, armed with the AK-47's, showed up with the remaining bags. They dropped them with the others. One of them then walked over to the girl and playfully kicked her with his bare foot. It wasn't a hard kick, but she cowed back none-the-less.
The leader started giving orders again and he walked to the edge of the clearing and flashed the light around at different things. John had to duck twice to keep from getting caught in the beam.
The leader finally found a spot on the southern side of the clearing he liked just below a good sized boulder. He yelled at the guys, giving them some commands. John hadn't noticed them before but the two new guys had brought back two small spades with them. The one by the bags picked them up and threw one to the guy that had kicked the girl. They walked over to where the leader stood. After some words back and forth, and what looked like some differing opinions of where to dig, the two guys started digging near where the leader had directed.
John watched for a good twenty minutes while the two men dug a fairly big hole. The other man had brought all the bags over to them as they worked. The leader wasn't watching them though. Instead he seemed to continue to search for another spot. At one point he walked with his flashlight right towards John. John dropped down low behind the rocks and through a crack he saw the leader's feet and legs walk to within ten feet of him. Fortunately he stopped there and yelled something back to the others John didn't understand.
When the leader walked back to the group, John was able to stand once again. He watched as the three men started burying the bags in the hole they dug. Ten minutes later, they were finished covering the hole. He should have left when they were smoothing out the sand around where they had just dug but he lingered too long. The boss then instructed them to the spot he had walked to near John. Once again John had to drop low behind the rocks as the three guys came over towards him. Following words John couldn't grasp, the three guys lifted a rock about double the size of a basketball. They set it aside and began digging where it had been. This time they dug a smaller hole in the sand and John watched the leader bring the silver case over. He put that in the hole on its side and the guys filled it in. They then placed the rock back over top of it.
John still hadn't figured out exactly what was in those bags and this case but it was somewhat obvious the boss was more concerned about the case. One of the tired workers leaned back against the very rock John was hiding behind. He crunched down low on the ground and tried not to make a sound. Fortunately, the boss was talking, as were some of the men, and they were very occupied with the conversation. Soon they all gathered again around the fire. The two with the assault rifles left once more for the boat.
John thought about leaving then but was curious what they would do now. He wanted to know if they intended to search anywhere further on the island. If they had continued south along the path they were on another fifty yards, past some rocks and palms, they would come to where the lean-to the three drug runners had built with the plane wing. It wouldn't take much more searching to find the remains of the plane on the beach and then their raft. That would surely then lead them right to Pam and John's hut.
As John pondered those possibilities the two guys returned with several bags and a couple of bottles. They were taking swigs from one of the bottles. It looked like rum to John but he couldn't be sure from this far away. The leader snatched the other bottle and what looked like some wrapped up food from one of the bags and sat down opposite his men. He unwrapped the food and began to eat in between swigs of the rum. The others ate too but no one seemed to offer anything to the girl.
John decided to wait a little longer before leaving. The men were already talking louder and more animatedly. They were laughing and talking at the poor woman sitting by herself. One of them tossed her the remains of his food and she unwrapped it an ate it quickly. Soon the guys would be drunk and he felt good he could then more easily slip away.
He was just about to leave when the guy that had kicked the girl earlier got up to take a leak. He walked towards John as he fished his cock from his shorts. John waited for him to piss at the base of one of the palms not far from the rock where they had buried the case. When finished he turned and walked back towards the group. John was about to leave but the guy didn't sit where he had been by the other guy with the AK-47. Instead he walked right in front of the girl. John's couldn't see what he was doing but from the movement of his arms and the way he laughed at her, he was still exposed. He seemed to be waving his cock in her face and she cringed backward as he stood over her.
The other guy with the two pistols got up and pushed the first guy away from the girl. When the guy staggered a few feet he turned to face the guy pushing him. His cock was definitely hanging out of his pants. The new guy reached down and pulled the girl to her feet. He was telling the first guy something and then talking to the girl. She didn't understand his words but tried to stay back as he pulled on her arm. He turned as if to hit her and she held her arm in front of her face. He then proceeded to half drag her more cooperatively from the clearing but she was crying and saying something in what appeared to be French. John didn't understand her either. He got several glimpses of her tits as she followed the guy.
John worried the guy might discover the lean-to since he was heading in that direction but the guy stopped only ten yards or so outside the clearing, somewhat outside the circle of light from the fire. John watched as he pushed to girl to her knees. He then fished his cock from his shorts and yelled something to her. John only stayed long enough to see her move on her knees to him and position her face at his half turned groin. It didn't take a genius to figure out the rest.
John slipped quietly back over the rock. He looked once to make sure he had not been spotted. The men were too busy drinking and yelling things at the man with the girl and laughing to hear or see him. The leader looked a little more aware but even he was beginning to sound drunk. John crept from the camp until he was back on the path he had taken there. He hurried back toward the beach realizing he had left Pam waiting over an hour for his return. When he reached the beach he decided to check out the boat. He hoped for clues of their intentions or who they were. He also hoped for something more to defend themselves with like a gun if need be.
As he ran to the boat he could see the men had carried a good sized rock down to the beach and tied their mooring rope off to it. Obviously they worried about the tide and this way the boat would stay anchored even if the water rose. John reached the boat and looked back to see if anyone had spotted him. Feeling they were safely into their drink he walked into the water until he was alongside. It was a cigarette style boat but of an older class. It was a bit aged and untidy but otherwise looked fast. He climbed over the side and proceeded to look around.
The key was gone so any thought of stealing their boat was lost. He saw odd stuff like TVs and stereo equipment stored below deck. He wasn't sure now if they were drug runners or pirates but one thing was now certain: they weren't nice guys. He made sure not to disturb anything that would suggest to them he had been there. He didn't find any more guns unfortunately. Satisfied he had searched as much as he dared, he slipped over the side back into the water. He stayed in the water until he was twenty yards from the boat down the beach. He looked for signs he had been spotted but, seeing nothing, he made his way onto the beach and ran to where Pam was hopefully still hiding.
To be continued in part 8. By BlewWater69, for Literotica.