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  “Yeah – and you don’t need to make any long skirts. It’s nice how short that is on you. You’ve got nice legs.”

  She smiled back again. “Thanks. As long as I can keep them shaved, though.”

  “Sounds fair. You get all the razors and we get to look at your legs.”

  They had reached the final step down from a small ledge where Jasper had gone first and waited, looking up at Justine. He held his hands ready to guide her. She slid down to him with his hands going under her singlet to claim her bare waist again. He also gathered her in his arms that time and carried her across a small trickle of water with her singlet still bunched up and her panties fully on display.

  “Thank you, kind sir,” she uttered as he placed her down.

  “You’re welcome, pretty lady,” he winked, making her smile some more.

  “Actually, I was thinking of one thing I could make from a sheet to wear. I could make a simple tunic. Just with a rectangle of fabric with a hole cut for my head and a tie around my waist. I could make about three of them from one sheet.”

  Jasper smiled. “You could make them short, though?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Yes – quite short!”

  “And sort of narrow so we still get to see from the side?” he tried cheekily, tilting his head to have a look at the exposed side of her breast again. “If you made something that was open all the way down to your waist we’d have a nice view all the while of the only titties on the island. And we men need to see titties otherwise we have withdrawals and go stir crazy. We really need you women to show them off for us.”

  “Oh, you do, do you?” Justine giggled. “But what about Steven – I’m married to his cousin! And Thomas is my neighbour and my dad’s best friend! I’m sure they wouldn’t want to see my breasts.”

  “Yes, they would,” Jasper replied simply. “If we’re going to be stuck here for months, young Steven is going to be desperate for contact with girls – at his age, guys don’t think about much else. And old Thomas isn’t past it either. Have a look at the history on his computer next time you’re in his office. He’s an old hound dog for college girl sites on line.”

  “Really? Thomas?”

  “Sure! He’s only human. He needs it just like the rest of us.”

  Justine was quiet for a moment, thinking.

  “So, do you think I should talk to Paul about being really open with the way I dress, since I’m the only female? I mean, if you men need it – I guess it’s something I could do to make it easier for you while we’re stuck here. And I guess it would be only fair since I’m going to have you men taking care of me and making sure I’m safe.”

  “Yeah – we’ll be taking care of you, baby. Young Steven’s going to be doing the fishing to feed us. Old Thomas has settled into the kitchen.”

  “And you just make me feel safe,” Justine added warmly. “Ever since the crash you’ve been so calm and strong – you make me feel like everything will be all right, and this is just some crazy island holiday. You make it seem like something positive, not like we’re stranded and lost.”

  She was quiet for another moment before continuing.

  “So, maybe I should do what I can to make it nice for you men here,” she said. “Would you really like me to not cover up too much? I’m still married, so I can’t actually do anything – like, physically – but I can let you enjoy looking at me if you’re sure it won’t just make it worse to not have any women.”

  “Looking is better than nothing,” Jasper said. “It’s far, far better than nothing.”

  Justine blushed. “Okay, then – I’ll talk to Paul about it tonight. Now that we’ve talked about it like this, I’ll try to explain to him about us all having to share. And with me being the only female, he shouldn’t mind you other men looking at me…. He’s been okay about it so far.”

  ****

  Paul watched from the window of the cabin. Justine had been gone with Jasper for a couple of hours. They appeared together coming from a trail into the scrub, both smiling and chatting as they walked. Thomas and Steven had gone to check out a fresh-water pond Steven had found. Jasper turned and took the trail down to the beach. Justine came into the cabin alone.

  “Hello, husband,” she greeted cheerily, and she straddled Paul’s lap and kissed him. “Where is everyone?”

  “Gone looking for fresh-water bathing. Steven found a pond.”

  Justine ground against Paul’s package. “Mmm – what’s going on down there?”

  “Don’t know….” Paul met his wife’s kiss and groped a breast.

  “Wow, that feels hard…. Do you want to put it in?”

  “Is Jasper coming back?”

  “He went for body-surf. He’ll be hours.” She ground along the underside of Paul’s erection. “Wow – that’s a full-on boner! Give me. Give me!”

  Paul pushed his shorts down, and she guided him in through the edge of her panties, swallowing him with her wet heat. He surged up into her, his cock harder than it had been in ages, and it was the kind of hard that was not going down before he got off. Lately he had been getting an erection but only a half-hearted one, one that he could feel was in danger of waning – the thought of which added to his trepidation and lack of confidence, ending things quickly.

  Justine reached orgasm just as he did. They held each other tight and squished their soppy crotches together. Paul sought his wife’s mouth and kissed her. He chuckled. “I’m cured.”

  She giggled back. “It seems so.” She squirmed some more. “You’re still hard, Paul…. That’s very impressive…. You came, didn’t you? It felt like you did.”

  “Yeah, I did…. It just feels normal again. It’s been so long – I could come again easily before this one goes down.”

  “Can we go to the bed? Is your leg okay for lying down?”

  “Fuck my leg. I don’t care about that.”

  Justine led the way, lying on her cot and pulling off her panties. Paul lowered to her and entered her again. He held the frame of the cot and screwed his wife through another orgasm before erupting deep inside of her again.

  He got up off her and sat on his own cot, beside but beyond the partition. They had decided not to sleep together – not to rub it in to the other men, who had no partners to cuddle up with.

  “Oww!” Paul exclaimed. His leg was throbbing now. He put it up on his cot and rested back.

  Justine was rinsing her panties in the wash tub. She came back and hung them to dry.

  “Could you get me a glass of water, please, sweetheart?”

  She brought two glasses from the kitchen and lay on her cot, on her side, facing Paul. She was smiling huge. “Well?”

  “Well, what?”

  “What happened? How come you can suddenly do it again?”

  “I think it might be because you’re so frigging sexy, sweetheart…. This half-naked stuff is hot.”

  Justine bit a lip. “Yes, it is, isn’t it? It makes me feel sexy.”

  “As long as we’re careful not to do anything with anyone around, I suppose.”

  “Uh huh – definitely,” Justine agreed. “Although, maybe we don’t need to worry too much about being half naked with the others around.”

  “Yeah, I know. Like we said before, and I’ve been thinking about it. I’m cool with it now,” Paul told his pretty wife. “You’re getting around looking hot and sexy, and they can’t help but notice. It’s all good, darling.”

  Justine nodded. “Yeah….” She was blushing a little. “Plus it’s kind of fair, don’t you think?”

  “Fair? What do you mean?”

  “Well, just that we don’t have much here. We’re all missing out on plenty of our usual luxuries and things we enjoy. And maybe this is one thing I can do to make it a bit nicer for everyone – since all three of those men are making my time here more comfortable, that is…. I don’t have much to offer in return as a weakling girl stranded on an island, but I know how much you guys like looking!”

  Pa
ul took that in. He swallowed hard. “You mean they should be entitled to look at you?”

  “Well, no – I’m sure they don’t feel entitled…. It’s not like I feel obligated – but then again, they haven’t been obligated to help us either. Steven’s out all day fishing because he can do that to help. Thomas took care of us all when we were injured from the plane crash, and he’s been doing all the cooking. And Jasper’s been amazing….”

  “Yeah, I guess,” Paul agreed. “And as soon as this stupid leg heals, I’ll be doing my bit too.”

  “I know you will…. They all know that…. It’s just nice how everyone wants to do what they can to make it as nice as possible for everyone else.” Justine smiled through her blush. “And I’m the only female, stranded with a bunch of men – which means I could start being more flirty and making it kind of fun for everyone…. Even for you obviously!”

  Paul had to shift his pants.

  “Oh, my God – it’s back again!” Justine cried, pointing.

  “I know! The damn thing won’t go down now.”

  “See? It’s because you like the idea of me being flirty, don’t you?”

  “Yeah – I guess….” The idea excited Paul. He didn’t imagine anything different from what had already been going on. So far, Justine had been inadvertently teasing the other guys. Acknowledging it and intending to continue was even sexier. “I’ll be cool about it, sweetheart. I won’t get jealous or silly…. As long as we can find more chances to fuck like that, I’ll be happy!”

  The crudity earned a mock glare. Paul smiled it off cheekily.

  ****

  Thomas and Steven returned with news of a nice pond for swimming and bathing. Jasper came from the beach and built the fire to heat the water for showers. The men all had a quick one, and Justine waited until after dinner, to let the water tank heat again. She then spent half an hour having her wash.

  She came from the shower wrapped in a towel and combing her hair. She had one of her razors in her hand. Her legs looked smooth. The raggedy green towel held above her nipples and just covered her crotch. Steven’s mouth was open as he watched her walk by where he was sitting at the table. Thomas stood gawking from the kitchen. Paul was seated adjacent Steven. Jasper was the third member of the euchre game. He turned to watch her squeeze past behind his chair. She poked out her tongue at him, smiling.

  Jasper reached back and clutched her above the knee making her shriek and jump back.

  “No! No leg tickles!” she pled, holding a hand up to keep him away. She was giggling and blushing.

  He lunged and caught her wrist. She squealed, and he grabbed her ribs, getting his arm around her as she squirmed back against him. He clawed her sides, making her laugh and thrash about with her arm across her breasts, holding her towel in place.

  “Damn, she’s ticklish, eh?” Jasper said, glancing at Paul.

  “Very!” he replied, his heart thumping a bit as Justine was still being held.

  She was regaining composure. Jasper lowered his arm from around her and lightly kept hold of her hip as she stood beside him. She resumed combing her hair, the towel almost lifting high enough to flash her panties – or her pussy. Paul wasn’t sure if she was wearing any panties. Her nipples were close to popping out the top of the old towel too.

  “Can I play?” she asked sweetly.

  “Take my place, love,” Thomas called over. “Does everyone want coffee?”

  Justine sat across from Paul. She had to constantly fix her towel throughout the card games over the next few hours – each time attracting the gaze of all men watching on. Paul noticed the dark areola peeking above the towel at times but never the actual nipple. At one point, he rocked back in his chair and looked into her room to see one of her pairs of panties folded with clean washing and the other still hanging up to dry.

  He imagined her sitting there across from him and between the two other men with her bottom bare on her seat, and his cock again firmed up.

  ****

  Justine returned the next afternoon from a walk on the beach. Thomas was visible sitting just inside the door of the cabin as she approached. He was reading a book.

  “Where did you get that?” Justine cried. “Is there any more?”

  “We found some more stuff up in the attic. There’s girl’s stuff up there. There must have been women staying here at one time.”

  “Girl’s stuff?”

  “Yeah – feminine products as well as some romance books. It’s all there for you, love,” Thomas said, indicating a box on Justine’s bed.

  She rushed to it and found boxes of tampons, deodorant, some make-up and about a dozen books. “Yes!” she cried excitedly! She also found more razors underneath the other stuff when she tipped the box up.

  “There’s a big box of candles too,” Thomas informed Jasper. They hadn’t found many in the other storage and would have been running out fairly soon. “Enough to last ages,” Thomas added happily.

  “Can I have my shower now, please?” Justine asked Jasper, blushing a little. “Look! Deodorant!” she cried excitedly. “I need to wash and put some on.”

  Jasper went and set the fire under the hot water drum. It was a simple, gravity fed arrangement that sent water through a pipe system and heated it. A warm shower could be made quite quickly.

  Justine came out and took the dry clothes she’d hung earlier back into the cabin. She then returned with her towel and toiletries, and her other pair of panties in her hand.

  “Is it ready?” she smiled.

  “Should be fairly warm – not hot, though.”

  She tested the water. “It’s warm enough,” she said.

  The door to the shower opened facing the cabin. Thomas had come out and was sitting on the steps reading his book. Paul limped from inside and sat beside him. Jasper left the fire and came up onto the veranda to lean on the rail. Justine closed the shower door but was still visible above the shoulders and below the knees. She stepped out of her panties and took her singlet-dress off.

  “You’ve got a beautiful wife, man,” Jasper said to Paul.

  Paul felt his skin tingle, his hair lifting a little at the open comment. “Thanks. And I guess I don’t mind you guys noticing, under the circumstances.”

  Thomas smiled. “It would be hard not to, son…. I’ve noticed you’ve been taking it well.”

  “Yeah – well, we’re all stranded here. Nature all around. Justine’s turned into a bit of a native is all.”

  Jasper smiled. “Yeah, favourite bit of the day – watching the native girl shower, eh, Thomas?”

  The older man chuckled. “They could have made that door a bit smaller.”

  “Yeah – that’s true,” Jasper agreed.

  Steven appeared from around the side of the cabin with fish he’d caught for dinner. He put them inside and returned to the steps.

  “Sit down! Enjoy the show,” Jasper said to him. “Paul said we’re allowed to watch.”

  He sat on a wooden chair on the small veranda. When Justine lifted her arm to shave, her breast was almost exposed above the door. They could see a portion of it but, again, not quite to the nipple. Then when she was washing her hair with both arms raised, her breasts were almost popping over the top.

  “She’s a married woman, though! She’s my cousin in-law!” Steven declared.

  “Yeah – well, she doesn’t mind us looking,” Jasper replied evenly. “It’s only natural for all of us men to want to look at her. She’s the only female here, so what else are we going to do?”

  “I guess.” Steven conceded. “Are you sure it’s okay, Paul?”

  “It’s alright, Steven. It’s crazy being here like this. Nothing’s normal.”

  “Well, I’ve always found it hard to look away from young Justine, and now she’s a young woman and we’re here like natives and it’s damn hot and she’s got hardly any clothes to wear!” Thomas looked from Jasper to Paul helplessly. “I mean, her father and I are the best of friends, so I really shouldn�
��t be looking either.”

  “You just have to relax – the pair of you! These are extraordinary circumstances,” Jasper said.

  Justine spent a while seemingly enjoying the shower as the water heated up more. She emerged wrapped in the towel and carrying her singlet-dress. She bit down on her smile as she walked up the steps and into the cabin, peering around at the men.

  She and Paul could be heard talking softly behind the curtain. Thomas started on dinner and Jasper and Steven played cards at the table. It was getting on dusk and they had candles set around the cabin after deciding how to ration the new supply to last the anticipated six months or so.

  Justine finally peeped out from her curtain. She met Jasper’s eyes with a blush and looked at where Thomas and Steven were. They were both looking in another direction and hadn’t seen her there.

  She slipped from her bedroom and approached behind where Steven was seated. Jasper looked her up and down, nodding approvingly. She smiled in response, rubbing down her body nervously.

  “This one’s a bit shorter, but it’s still fine, don’t you think?” she asked sweetly.

  She had on the sky-blue singlet Steven had given her. It hugged her breasts and had her nipples hard and poking at it very obviously. It ended just below her waist, leaving the tiny triangle crotch of her panties exposed.

  “This will be nice to wear after my shower and to bed. Does it look nice?” she asked the men.

  They were all staring wide eyed. Paul limped over to the couch and fell into it, lifting his leg to a cut piece of log Jasper had brought in for him.

  “It’s very nice, love,” Thomas said to Justine. “It’s all that you young girls sleep in these days, isn’t it?” His eyes lowered to her legs then lifted slowly to meet her blush.

  Steven gulped. “It’s really short.”

  “But I don’t have any shorts or a skirt to wear,” Justine replied practically. “You gave it to me, Steven, and the only way I can wear it is like this – with my panties. Unless you’d rather I wrap a towel around or something? Or I guess I could make a wrap-around skirt from a sheet.”

  “I think she looks fine in panties,” Jasper grinned. “That singlet’s plenty long enough if you ask me.”