An unexpected erotic thought

The night air is chilly on your damp thighs as you push down your pants to get to your private bits. After the past few years living with Jake's failing libido you've become proficient at satisfying yourself silently. You wonder if John is as heavy a sleeper as your husband had been. In a way, you almost hope that he wakes as you tease yourself closer and closer. A memory of your Aunt Lopa sharing stories of the Goddess Rati with you and the other girls of the village pops unexpectedly into your thoughts.

Auntie Lopa had an earthiness about her that sometimes made the other women in your small village cringe, but you and your friends loved to hear her stories of the gods that roamed the hilly forests of Southern India long before Islam and Christianity tried to wipe out their memories.

Rati in particular was one of your favorite goddesses because she refused to conform to the role of obedient wife. As often as her husband would sneak away to seduce some beautiful maiden, Rati would find a virile hunter and ride him until the poor man was too exhausted to move. As a young teen you couldn't imagine any woman ordering a muscular warrior around like a wayward dog, but as you slowly finger yourself closer and closer to a climax you wonder what John would do if you climbed on top of him and sank down on his manhood before he even knew what you were doing.

The unexpected mental image of fucking the earnest young man as he stares up at you in awe and devotion is more than you can take, and for the second time in less than 24 hours you find yourself convulsing in the throes of a fantastic orgasm. Thankfully, John's only response is to mutter something incomprehensible and fidget for a few seconds before returning to his steady breathing. With the release that comes from a head to toe climax, sleep comes easily to you and you wake early in the morning refreshed and ready to face a new day.

By the time you have a can of beans heated up for breakfast, John has joined you and you tell him you plan for the next few days.

"No one is expecting us in Fiji for another five or six days, so I doubt there's going to any one searching, but we should lay out an SOS on the beach and have a signal fire ready to go." You pause to make sure John is paying attention and turn to the matter of decent food. "I for one am sick of this canned food too, so we should build some fish traps and maybe start trapping crabs too."

"What about those fat birds all over the place?" John asks pointing up into the jungle, "and aren't there supposed to be wild pigs on these islands?" You nod your head pleased by the young man's thinking. His observation that there were more resources in the interior of the island reminds you of some of your other discoveries the day before.

"Yes, and in addition to the coconuts, I saw some breadfruit we can roast and some small wild mangos." Standing slightly behind where he is sitting, you rest her hand on his shoulder possessively and for just a moment you see him as one of those powerful young hunters that Rati would use for her pleasure. Before you start acting on that dangerous path, you **** your treacherous desires away with a further thought. "We just have to settle down until someone sends out a search plane. I'm guessing whoever Mr. Fats and his handsy goon were planning to meet will start complaining when they don't arrive in Fiji."

First order of business is to construct a fish trap from dried palm fronds. While [n} sharpens the ends pf two dozen or so of these branches you untwist a throw line to get a thin line of twine to tie together the tops. You take advantage of John's willingness to help to send him into the eddies where the freshwater stream meets the sea.

"Take off your pants and shirt John." You tell him before he wades into the shallows. Who knows how long you're going to be here, and there aren't many clothes that will fit John's solid frame. Besides, you like the idea of seeing him bare chested as he wades into the water wearing nothing but his grey boxers. to keep things fair, you remove your blouse and work in the top to your swimsuit. You pretend not to notice the way the poor young man stares at your tits, and you check out the growing bulge whenever he stands up.

"Who were those guys anyways?" John asks, and it takes you a second to realize he is asking about Mr. Fats and his bodyguard/companion.

"I don't know, John." You tell him honestly, "Kyle introduced us to them and said they needed to get out of US territory under the Radar, so to speak." You see John think over that nugget of information as he finishes securing the fish trap. "My husband didn't really care much about who the passengers were." You tell him. "Jake never asked too many questions if the money was good, and the money was really good for that pair."

You see John wants to ask more about the pair, but a stern glance seems to send the message that the conversation was over as far as you were concerned.