Page 32 of Wild for You
We finally make it back to the campsite, and I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the ocean to wash off. I drop her into the waist-deep water, calling over my shoulder as I walk away. “Get cleaned up and put on a swimsuit. After your bath, I’m teaching you to fish.”
“But … I don’t want—”
I hold my hand up, interrupting her. “That wasn’t a question. I’ll see you in a bit.” Then I leave, giving her some privacy.
* * *
I’ve packedmy retractable noodle rod, but since I only have one, I’ve spent the morning carving a spear out of some dried bamboo. It’s long enough to keep Gwen from having to go too deep but short enough to control. When I see Gwen walking toward me clad in nothing but a bright white string bikini, my mouth goes dry, and all my blood rushes to my cock. Shit. That’s not what I expected.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” she teases and spins in a circle giving me the full view.
Her perky tits are scantily covered by two nearly-sheer white triangles, and her plump, round ass is completely exposed in the back. “Is that a thong?” I all but shout, feeling jealous and protective even though we’re the only two people on this island.
“Yes, it’s a thong bikini. Haven’t you been to the beach before?”
“It’s underwear. You’re wearing underwear as a swimsuit? Please tell me you don’t wear that in public.”
“Jack, have you seen my ass?” She turns around again to make sure I get the full view. “Of course, I wear this in public.” She pauses. “Well, at least Iplannedon wearing it in public when I bought it for this trip.”
“So, I’m the first guy to see you in this?”
“Um, yeah, I guess.”
“Good.” I breathe a sigh of relief, not exactly sure what I’m relieved about. It’s not like Gwen and I are a thing. We had spontaneous wild sex once in a broom closet. I can’t deny I’m attracted to her, but as I’ve gotten to know her better, it feels like more than just a carnal desire. Protection oozes out of every pore in my body, making me want to pee in a circle around her to make sure no one even looks her way, much less tries to sleep with her.
“Get your sexy ass over here and help me catch some bait. I hope that bikini is comfortable because we’ve got a long day ahead of us.”
She props her hands on her hips in a challenge, “I walk around downtown Chicago in stilettos every day while freezing my ass off in the name of fashion. I think I can handle paradise in a bikini.”
“That makes one of us,” I mumble under my breath.
I pull my camera from my backpack and motion for Gwen to come over as I secure the camera around her chest. “Because you look like pinup Tinkerbell in the hot little bikini, I have no choice but to put you behind the camera for today’s filming.” She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue as I strap the camera to her chest.
“Don’t you think you’d get more views if I were in front of the camera?” She winks.
“Those aren’t the kind of views that will grow my channel,” I say as I graze the side of her breast when tightening the velcro. Her breath hitches at my touch. At least I know I’m not the only one feeling sparks around here.
I switch the camera on and begin my intro. “Hey, Dubbies. Today, we’re up at the ass crack of dawn for a fun-filled day of fishing. My special guest will be behind the camera today, so I apologize for the video quality in advance.” I send her a wink, but the viewers will definitely think it’s for them. “As you all know, you’ve got to have bait to catch fish, so before we get to catching our meals for the day, we’re here in a shallow tidepool catching whatever small fish we can find to use as bait.”
Last night while Gwen was sleeping, I was busy weaving a couple of baskets with palm leaves for us to use to hold whatever fish we catch.
We wade into the shallow water, and I can’t help myself; I glance back, seeing Gwen's nipples harden in the cold water. I’m such a pig, but fuck, I can’t help myself. I play it off like I’m talking to the camera and say something about the tides in the early morning and the best places to find bait.
There are several large rocks where we’re standing, so I show the viewers and Gwen an easy way to find fresh food.
“Look down at your feet, at the rocks. Do you see those little knot-like things?”
She nods, and I walk over, pulling my pocket knife from my belt. I pry one loose and hold it up to the camera in front of Gwen’s tits, having to bend down slightly for the shot. Fighting to keep my eyes on the camera lens, I hold up the crustacean. “You know what they say about oysters.” I use my knife to scoop out the meat and make a show of dropping it in my mouth. “Not only are they one of nature's finest aphrodisiacs, but oysters are a quick and easy source of protein. This is something that could literally save your life if you don’t have the equipment to fish.”
I pry another loose from the rock and scoop it out with my knife, offering it to Gwen. “You’ll need your strength today. Eat up.”
She curls her lip in disgust. “Uh uh. Nope. I’m not eating a slimy sea booger.”
“Would you prefer a crunchy sea booger?” I make a show of looking around, knowing the viewers will love this banter. “Sorry, babe, I don’t have any crunchies available right now. I guess we can let it sit out in the sun and shrivel up for a little while, but then you’ll probably have to—”
“Uh!” she huffs. “Just give me the damn booger!”
I laugh and dangle it above her mouth, knowing the camera can’t see, and this is just for me.
