by Anita Kidesu
Under Emma’s instructions, they pushed the bed to a sandy area chosen yesterday and wedged it between two rocks.
“The rocks can act as end tables,” she said.
Several more torches were lit, and with the way she had placed their supplies, the wood and fire pit, he had to admit their new living quarters were cozy.
Emma placed the mattress in the bottom of the float and covered it with a patchwork sheet, pillows, and blankets. The temptation to fall into it and simply sleep was overwhelming. Before the bed lured them in, Jack suggested they head back to camp.
“I’m taking a swim first,” Toby said, heading toward the opening.
Emma grabbed Jack’s hand, pulled him out of the cave and across the walkway. If his mind hadn’t been so full of kissing Emma and what the night would bring, his fear of heights would have made him balk at her audacity. Who would have thought that sex could be a cure for a fear of heights?
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Emma flipped her wet hair over her shoulders. Swimming in the lake cooled her off, but what she really longed for was a shower. One with hot and cold water, and maybe a bar of scented soap. She didn’t know what the men did this afternoon, but since it was already three o’clock, she figured she’d better take care of the evening’s clothing issue and take a nap.
She wasn’t lying when she told them her outfit from the day before was filthy. She dug through the dead woman’s bag and came across a pair of jeans. She slipped from her shorts and pulled on the pants. After tugging and trying to pull them up to her waist, she finally realized they were supposed to end at her hips. She had seen pictures of hip huggers but was never allowed to wear them.
She took them off and laid the dirty shorts on top of them as a pattern. After several tries, the new ones were as short as Jack’s hack job pair and possibly a little shorter. The shorts rode low on her hips, exposing her belly button, while the legs were high enough the bottom of her rear peeked out.
Now for a shirt. After pulling out and discarding several tops that were either too long or covered too much, she finally found the prize rolled up in a ball, stuck in the corner of the suitcase—a halter top in black and white paisley with a row of gathered elastic around the bottom. It reminded her of pictures from the sixties.
With the open back and the ties at the neck, an awful lot of skin would be exposed. She slipped the top over her head and tied the strings. The two pieces of material in the front barely covered her breasts, leaving her chest and the edges of her breasts showing. The back rode low, leaving her exposed from neck to waist. She felt sexy for the first time in her life. What would the men think—too much or too little?
Realizing how much time she’d taken with the clothes, Emma took off her new outfit, put on her old clothes and lay down. A breeze picked up and blew through the open cockpit and passenger doors, cooling her skin. Between the rustle of the leaves on the trees and the deep rumble of the men’s voices, Emma had no trouble drifting off into a contented sleep.
****
An hour later, Emma woke up, refreshed. She stretched and became aware of the nerve endings in her body. They tingled and sang in anticipation of what was going to happen tonight. Emma wanted to break into song herself.
Her fear of the unknown disappeared, knowing the three men wouldn’t hurt her. According to Jack, she would enjoy them as much as they did her, and she was eager to start the experience. As quickly as thoughts of Francois’ actions came into her mind, she banned them. The rat didn’t deserve her thoughts.
Emma stood at the door of the plane. On the beach, the men lounged in their chairs, the deep murmur of their voices reaching her ears. The chairs had been rearranged. Instead of surrounding the fire pit, they now sat together on one side. Something delicious smelling cooked over burning coals. Unlit torches sat in various places around the chairs. The stage for seduction was set.
She didn’t know if she had made a sound or if her pheromones made them sense her, but as one they turned.
“Hey, Emma-girl,” Jack said, smiling. “Steve’s surprise for you is done.”
“My surprise?”
Steve stood and walked to the bottom of the stairs. “Yep, a surprise. C’mon down here and I’ll show you.”
Emma walked down the stairs, her eyes sweeping the area to find any other differences. Other than the chairs and torches, everything seemed the same.
“Close your eyes,” Toby said, joining them at the plane.
Emma took in the expectant and excited smiles and did as he asked. Steve took one arm and Toby the other and guided her across the sand. Emma couldn’t begin to guess where they were headed. It wasn’t up the path because she would recognize the bumps and dips, and they hadn’t made her put on her sandals. After what seemed like an eternity, they came to a halt.
“All right, sweetie,” Steve said. “Open your eyes.”
Emma covered her mouth with her hand and stared at a metal structure not much taller than herself. “Is…is that what I think it is?” she stammered.
“Yep,” Toby answered.
“A shower? You guys built a shower?” She laughed, tears of joy in her eyes. “Oh my God, this is so wonderful!” She turned and beamed at each man. “You guys are so wonderful!” She grabbed Steve by the back of the head and pulled him down, planting kisses on his face. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Steve.” After giving him a final one on his lips, she turned to Toby. “You, too, Toby,” she whispered, pulling him into a fierce hug, kissing him soundly.
She walked to Jack and placed a hand on his chest. “You guys are too much.” She smiled up at him.
“Steve did most of the work,” Jack said.
After a moment’s hesitation, she placed her hands on both sides of his face and kissed him, a long, lingering kiss. His erection pressed against her stomach, sending a surge of pleasure through her body that settled in her pussy.
Surprised at her own boldness, Emma pulled back and touched them each one more time, running her hands from their shoulders to their fingertips. “You have no idea what this means to me,” she whispered. “This is the absolute best gift anyone ever gave me.”
Steve grinned, his eyes shining with delight. “Gee, if I’d known we’d get that kind of thank you, we would have finished it a lot earlier.” Everyone laughed.
Emma walked around the metal structure. “What part of the plane is this made from?”
Jack sighed and raked his fingers through his hair.
Poor Jack, she thought. His precious plane was being dismantled piece-by-piece. If he were a different man, he’d fight them for each section, wanting to hold onto it. She touched his arm, but he pulled away.
“The nose, which we attached to some of the logs from yesterday. Unfortunately, the metal isn’t high enough to go from the ground over the head, so we raised it up a bit.” He opened the door, and Emma peeked inside. “When you’re showering, only your head and legs are exposed. The platform you stand on will keep dirt from spraying back up onto your legs and help the water drain away. Steve rigged up a container with holes in the bottom.”
Jack pointed to a bucket-like structure attached to the top of a pole. “Slip the bottom panel to the right and ta-da…a shower.”
“Ooh, don’t waste the water,” she cried, reaching around Jack to slip the panel back in place. “Why, it’s warm. How did you get warm water?”
“Filled the container with water and let the sun do the rest,” Steve said. “I filled this up about two hours ago and already it’s warm. I’m going to rig up a couple more containers, so if we can’t get up to the lake we will all be able to take a shower at the end of the day.”
“Perfect.” She placed a kiss on Steve’s cheek. “When can I take a shower?” she asked, ready to tear off her clothes and jump in right away.
Jack glanced at the sun. “It’s nearly suppertime. I figure if we take an hour to get cleaned up, supper should be ready, and we can enjoy a leisurely meal before dark.”
“A
re you guys going to take a shower, too, or do I get to waste all this luscious water?”
“We’ll go up to the lake, so waste away,” Toby said. “Just remember to keep your gun with you.”
As they headed back to the plane, Emma thought about the shampoo and lotion she’d found in the bottom of the woman’s suitcase. If used sparingly, they should last a long time. Gathering her things from the plane, she skipped to the shower, dreaming of things to come.
If Jack told the truth, she would be definitely be coming.
Chapter Nineteen
Emma sat on her chair, bent at the waist, running her hand through her hair trying to dry it. Even though they were silent, something alerted her to the men’s arrival. She wondered if it was her heightened awareness of her sexuality and what was to come that made her sense them.
She stood and stretched, letting her hair cascade down her bare back. Against their promises, they stared, each taking a different part of her anatomy. Jack concentrated on her legs, Steve her chest, and Toby her stomach. When their gazes all settled at her crotch, her pussy fluttered.
Jack set his dirty clothes on the stairs and cleared his throat. “Francois is fuckin’ nuts,” Jack said, stepping closer.
Toby dropped his things in the sand and followed Jack. “He’s more than nuts; he’s certifiably crazy.”
“Should be locked up and the key thrown away,” Steve added, his gear landing precariously close to the fire pit.
Emma folded her hands in front of her and stared at her feet. They were converging on her like wolves to a deer. A deer should be this lucky. Then her old insecurities reared.
“Should I change?” she asked, not completely sure if they liked what she wore. She wondered if all women were this nervous and unsure the first time they tried acting sexy. Were her breasts too small or too big? Were her hips too wide, stomach too soft, or thighs too flabby? In the mere seconds they took to check her out, she went over every part of her anatomy and found each wanting.
Jack’s hand shook as he placed it on her hair. Was it possible he was as nervous as she? She closed her eyes as he slid his hand to her bare back, stopping at the elastic bottom.
“Oh, God, don’t change,” Jack said.
“You’re perfect,” Steve said, taking her hand and placing a kiss on her palm.
“Perfect?” she whispered, shuddering at the sensations running through her body. Her heart swelled and skittered. Her nipples puckered and ached for their touch. Like the morning with Jack, moisture pooled in her shorts.
“No,” Toby answered, cupping her cheek with his hand. “You’re more than perfect. You’re beautiful, and any man who says otherwise is dumber than a chicken in the rain.”
Emma needed to distance herself from them before she did something embarrassing like kneeling down and releasing their obvious erections one by one. Or telling them to take her and take her now. She stepped back and sat in a chair, which now made her eye level with each man’s bulging crotch. They must like what they saw.
A memory of her wedding night tore through her mind. Francois snapping off the light. His damp hands pawed at her, tearing off her nightdress, tossing her face down on the bed, and groping her from behind. After a few minutes, he swore, smacked her on her ass, called her a cunt, and stormed out of the room. The second night was more of the same. He never came to her again before they left for their trip.
She shook her head trying to clear her brain of those awful memories. Surely Jack, Toby, and Steve wouldn’t treat her that way.
Jack knelt down in front of her. “I’m sorry, Emma. Did we scare you? We didn’t mean to, but you’re gorgeous, and that outfit shows off your fantastic body.”
He placed his hand on her knee, soothing her battered nerves.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“Francois.”
Steve frowned at Toby then Jack. “Francois? Why the hell would you be thinking of him at a time like this?”
Emma jumped up from her chair, knocking Jack on his ass. She ran behind her chair as though to shield herself from her emotions. “For one thing, I thought he was my husband,” she answered with a white-knuckled grip on the back of her chair. “Also, he’s the only man I’ve ever been with.”
She looked at Toby and Steve. “I’m sure Jack told you how he treated me. From the advice my mother gave me, can you wonder why I can’t get over the feeling all men are like him? I’m scared, dammit!”
Jack glanced at his two friends.
“What the hell are you smiling at, Jack?” she cried. “I’m telling you I’m scared, and you think it’s funny?”
“Listen to yourself, Emma-girl.”
“Yes, I’m scared of men, dammit!”
“You’re also swearing,” Toby pointed out.
“I’m not.”
“Oh yes, you are,” Steve said, grinning. “Our prim and proper Emma is swearing.” He took Emma by the shoulders and turned her to him. “Have we done anything so far to make you be afraid of us?”
“No,” she mumbled into his neck. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
Toby stood behind her and kneaded her tense muscles. “Remember, we won’t do anything you don’t want us to. If ever you feel uncomfortable or something hurts, all you have to do is say so, and we’ll stop. Do you trust us?”
She nodded. Of course she trusted them. Now she just needed to trust in herself and her ability to satisfy not only one man, but three.
Jack stood and brushed sand from the seat of his pants. “It’s time to find out who is telling the truth about how lovely you are and how wonderful sex can be—us or that scumbag Francois.” He went to the fire and pulled out a bundle wrapped in wet palm leaves. He set the steaming package on the metal stove top, peeling back the moist leaves to reveal a roast.
“Man, that smells delicious, Jack,” Toby said, leaving Emma with her thoughts. He pulled out another bundle containing rice cooking in coconut juice.
Emma closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the men preparing the meal. Jack announced the roast was ready. Steve pulled the cork on the brandy bottle and poured it into drinking cans. The liquid sloshed and echoed in first one, two, three, and then four containers… Four? She never drank with them.
She opened her eyes. They looked at her expectantly, each holding a can. Steve held one out to her. Decision time. Was Toby right? Was she taking her anger and fear of Francois out on them thus denying herself the pleasure they promised? If she said no and they were rescued, was she destined to never know what truly making love could be like? She shoved her damn husband, or whoever he was, to the back of her mind, locking him firmly in place. She took the can from Steve.
Emma grinned and raised her can at their unified sigh of relief. “I would like to propose a toast. To my three men, who treat me like a princess. Tonight will make me a queen.”
“To tonight,” Jack said after they took their first sip.
Toby raised his can. “To Emma, her beauty, and her bravery.”
Now if she could only convince her quaking insides to be brave.
Chapter Twenty
After a few more toasts and several sips of the brandy, Emma’s head spun. She swayed before dropping into her chair. She really needed to learn to hold her liquor.
“I believe we need to eat before we make any more toasts,” Steve said, laughing at Emma’s quick reaction to the brandy.
Jack placed food on a leaf and handed it to Emma. “Here. Steve’s right, you’d better eat something—and a lot of it.” He turned to Steve. “Get her some water. You won’t be laughing if she passes out before the night even begins.”
As they ate, they discussed plans to move permanently up the hill where they hoped a rescue plane would have a better chance of spotting them or an outdoor fire during the day. None had passed over in the past month. It was as if the world had forgotten they existed.
They tossed around pros and cons of the move, and before long dusk fell. Steve lit the
torches while Jack removed the cooking top and added more wood to the fire.
Emma gazed at the warm, cozy, sensuous glow of the campsite. Jack pressed her can of brandy into her hand.
“Sip slowly this time. No toasts, just little sips to savor the flavor.” He sat in the sand next to her chair. “Let the warmth of the brandy caress your throat.”
Emma let his low sultry voice soothe her, and when he put a hand on her ankle and picked up her foot, she was too relaxed to resist. He ran his thumb over her arch in a hypnotic motion and massaged each toe, releasing the tension built up over the evening until her body was languid. She held back mewing like a cat being caressed by its master. While Jack switched his attention to her other foot, she barely registered Toby and Steve spreading out one of their makeshift blankets in the sand next to the fire.
When they finished, Steve took her hand and pulled her to her feet. He cupped her face with his hands, his lips hovering above hers. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, Emma,” he whispered into her mouth.
His earlier kisses had seemed hesitant, experimenting with her reactions to his lips on hers. This time, though, his lips demanded, letting her know they wouldn’t turn back.
Steve’s rough tongue slid into her mouth, running across her tongue, sucking on the tip. Her legs went weak. If Toby hadn’t been standing behind her, holding her hips, she would have melted to the ground in a puddle of undiluted pleasure.
Emma closed her eyes and fell into the sensations of three pairs of hands caressing her body. Steve removed his hands from her face and slid them down her neck, over her shoulders, and to the sides of her breasts. Toby swept her hair from the back of her neck and kissed her nape. She groaned when he brought his hands around her and placed them on her breasts, kneading them gently.
Jack remained down by her legs, running his hands slowly up and down her calves, then her thighs, each time getting closer and closer to the bottom of her shorts. Her legs trembled when his thumbs rubbed her inner thighs along the seam of her pants. Her pussy fluttered. Moisture slid down the inside of her leg. She tried to pull away, but he held her in place. Remembering what Jack had said about women getting wet when aroused, she relaxed. At this rate, she’d be flowing like a river.