Stranded

Emma Watson was not having a good time far from it. The fallen starlet had waded out of the water towards her modest campsite that had been her home for a good two weeks since the crash. As naked as the day she was born Emma wandered sighed as her misery was known only to her.

Now some may be wondering how Emma Watson of all people ended up marooned out here on this deserted island. Marooned and cut off from the rest of the world. Well, she has trouble believing it as well, but things tended to happen, and she was just unfortunate that it happened to her.

It all started two weeks ago Emma was on a plane to a location of a major event she was attending. She had gone on a public flight to try and avoid attention drawn to herself. Boarding the plane had been no trouble for herself she nary had much to worry about going to the gate and had no reason to be concerned.

Everyone was boarding to their seats as they prepared for take-off. Emma had opted to just relax and wait out the ride with sleep. She'd rather not be recognized, and the flight was expected to be a long one so rest was good.

The plane at the time was sparingly filled when they took off. On Emma's right was a young man casually reading a book while on the other side was a youth maybe 18 though it seems he was gifted with good genetics that made him look slightly younger than he really was.

She had drifted off to sleep not long after as they flew through the sky. Of course, things turned bad as she was suddenly awoken by violent shaking on the plane. Emma was wide eyed as she was suddenly in a panic with the plane falling from the sky. From her view of the window she saw that the engines were producing an unnatural amount of smoke causing the starlet to go wide eyed in horror.

The plane was falling waring lights were flashing and everyone was preparing for the inevitable crash. Bracing themselves for impact Emma began to fear the worse as the plane fell thousands of feet from the sky. Soon when the crash happened Emma's world went black. When Emma eventually came to, she had found herself washed up on the shore of this island.

She didn't know if anyone else had survived nor did she know if this island was anywhere near civilization. So, she did what she could and set up an SOS for pilots to see and waited it out. Of course, her survival attempts did not go lonely for long because after a brief stint of time Emma had met another of the passengers who washed up as well. It was in fact one of those she had been sitting right beside at the time the one reading the book. The man was named Tom Mercer and from what Emma learned he was returning home from vacation when the crash happened.

Drawn out from her memories Emma had heard movement and saw her fellow survivor walking towards her just as naked as she was carrying with him food for their continued survival. "Sorry for the wait." The man said as Emma noted the tan that he was developing and his muscles. Emma's clothing had entered a state of being beyond repair or salvage forcing her to go buck ass nude as she was. Her fellow on the other hand had found himself in similar states and thus had used the ruined clothing to form a makeshift sash for gathering and storing their catches.

"It's fine." Emma said pulling herself back to reality. "As long as we eat and survive all is well." Emma said as the man nodded and walked over to their firepit to start cooking.

Later that same evening the two had gotten food going and with full bellies they had simply sat by the fire tending to the flame. Tensions between them had been hide as two weeks without rescue had left them feeling a bit worried over ever being found. The SOS they set up on the beach was still there with a signal fire should any boats be nearby. The reasons behind the tensions was the natural part of the human condition desire.

The other day Emma had caught Tom rubbing one out in private as she had saw the man meat and noted how large it was. Emma at the time had found herself biting her lips and moving her hand to her pussy as the fold grew wet with desire. She could not help it and when Tom had fired his load so do did Emma who released her womanly fluids. After the incident Emma had left him be as she felt ashamed for using Tom as masturbation material.

So here they are sitting by the campfire enjoying their food as they waited for rescue to eventually arrive. Still their desires were clear but neither made a move on the other nervous and fearful of what may result from it.