Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2012 09:19:31 +0200 From: Amy Redek Subject: The Ridge. Part Two. This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered. Part Two It had been a restless night for most of them, one of the girls' waking up with a scream during the night before realising that she had been dreaming of the flight prior to the crash and the terror she had been in at the last few moments before it happened. They were all awake before that short interlude between night and day when the sun started to show itself rising up to their left. They all slowly started to gather at the edge of the beach and looked at the wreckage of the plane that they had nearly died in and gave some thought to those that we still inside. The sky was still full of clouds and the sun only shone through intermittently but it was warm enough for the men to take of their damp shirts to get what warmth they could from the sun. Judy, with a shy smile at Robert Carlton, was the first female to take off her blouse to try and dry it. She was wearing a bra and when Carol Winters began to remonstrate with her for exposing herself, replied that a bra was just the top half of a bikini and asked if she went swimming fully clothed? Tiki had already taken off her uniform jacket but now she too, took off her blue blouse and hung both of them over a bush on the edge of the beach to catch what sun there was. Carol was the only one who kept hers on. `I like what I see,' Robert said to Judy, pointedly look at her covered breasts, `but I would advise you to have a few words with the other girls to keep together or at least be in pairs and keep away from those Americans.' The last being spoken in a low voice. `And you?' she smiled, frankly admiring his tanned and muscled upper naked torso. `Oh I'm relatively harmless unless I'm aroused,' he smiled back at her. `You were getting aroused last night with King?' `That was anger, for he annoyed me the way he spoke to Pearl.' He wanted to continue but they were interrupted by Toni. `Has anyone got a cigarette? I'm dying for a smoke,' she asked. `Anyone got anything to drink?' Stacey chipped in, joining them. `There's some on the plane,' Tiki said as she too joined the group and they all turned and looked at what was left of it. `I think we'd better start thinking of salvaging what we can before the salt water gets to it,' Robert said. `Who can swim?' he asked. Both Stacey and Judy said they could and volunteered to help him at the wreck. `Any of you men want to come for a swim?' he asked of the others as he walked out onto the sand. If they'd been standing on a wooden floor instead of sand, you would have been able to hear the shuffling of feet, which they nearly all looked down at. `Okay,' he said accepting the silence as a definite answer of no. He turned his back on them and went down to the water's edge with Judy and Stacey behind him. He undid his belt and dropped his trousers before sitting down and taking off his shoes and socks before pulling his trousers off completely. He stood up and turned round and even though he was wearing a pair of white underpants, both girls eyes automatically looked down at the bulge inside them. Judy also noticed the flat stomach and strong thighs and thought that he looked a fine figure of man as he stood in front of them with his hands on his hips. The girls still had on their bras which were nicely filled and were both wearing shorts but were bare footed. `It's up to you but your shorts will take some time to dry out apart from being a drag in the water,' he said as he turned and began to wade out into the sea. He glanced back over his shoulder as he reached waist high water and saw that they had left their shorts on the beach. He grinned to himself as he took the few strokes to reach the main fuselage of the plane and held onto the jutting framework. He waited until they had swum out and trod water next to him. `Well the damn thing is upside down so what we can see now is the cargo hold. We'll check this out first for I don't want you to go into the other part underneath.' `Why?' asked Stacey, pushing her hair from her eyes as she too hung onto the side of the plane. `Some of the passengers are still going to be in their seats, and I don't think it will be a pretty sight.' He turned then and getting a hold on what would have been the top part of the hold and heaved himself up onto his knees to find that the water level was only half way up his calves. `Here,' he said to Judy, holding out his hand which she grasped and with one quick heave, pulled her up out of the water to find her footing. She noted the strength of him to be able to lift her up like that and noticed that he eyed her body at the same time. She suddenly remembered that her bra and panties were of nylon and that the material became almost opaque when wet. She was a liberated female and quite proud of her body so made no attempt to cover what could now be seen so clearly. His eye had only lingered on her for a second or two but he had observed what he would liked to have seen in private. He turned and gave his hand to Stacey and pulled her up with the same ease and like Judy, all she had was clearly visible beneath the wet wisps she was wearing. He turned abruptly for his thoughts were ranging far ahead of what they had to do for his body had started to respond to what he had just seen. He led the way forward into the dim interior to where there was just a mass of jammed wooden cases making any further passage forward impossible. There were many of them split open and the floor, or what had been the ceiling, was littered with cans, their labels slowly peeling off. He picked one up and read what were the contents. `I hope everyone likes tuna,' he laughed as he tossed the can in the air to catch it as it fell. `Though if we get through this lot, we'll never eat the stuff again.' He picked up one undamaged case and walked back to the opening and threw it into the sea to see if it floated. It did, but only just. There was just about an inch or two of the top of the wooden box above the surface. `Okay, it floats. Now throw out as many as you can while I go down below to see what's down there,' he said, and jumped into the water to come to the surface and take in a lungful of air before pushing himself down and under and into the submerged section of the plane. It was eerie to swim among the debris and see the drowned people still in their seats, hanging upside down, held there by their seat belts, eyes open in death and with shock on their faces. Small fish were already swimming about in little schools, darting away from their feeding as he approached them. There were only three rows still attached to what had been the floor, the rest, like the cargo hold, jammed pack tight against the forward part of the plane. An arm sticking out from between the mashed seats, moving slightly in the eddy he was causing as though beckoning him to join them. There was no way he was going to get any further forward to where the galley was and so he swam back out for some fresh air. He could see floating boxes as he came out and nearly got brained as one landed next him as he broke the surface. `Sorry,' came the voice of Stacey as he shook his head to clear the water from his eyes. He grinned up at her, liking to see the nipples standing out quite clearly through her still wet bra. `Find any cigarettes?' `No but if I do, you can have them, though I doubt if you'll be able to smoke them,' he said as he laughed. `Look out below,' Judy called as she heaved another box into the water, it landing with a big splash. She started to turn but stopped and looked to the shore. `I think Tiki wants a word,' she called down to him. He glanced towards the shore and saw the arm waving with a come on motion. `Okay. Keep throwing them out. I'll push a couple ashore and see what she wants.' He turned and began jostling the barely floating boxes towards the shore and when he was able to stand, pushed two up to the water's edge. `Get someone to start pulling these out of the water can you. Well, what did you want?' He stood there, ankle deep in water, hands on hips and got the same kind of body appraisal that he'd previously got from Judy. `Er,' she stammered, lifting her eyes up from where she had been looking. `I...I'm not a good swimmer, but if you can help me up into that after part. I might be able to find some things we might need in there. It's like a spare cupboard if you know what I mean.' He looked at her slender light brown upper body, guessing that she had Maori blood in her somewhere, seeing her still wearing the tight pale blue skirt. `Are you wearing panties?' he asked, keeping the smile off his face as he asked the question. `Er, er, yes, why?' `Well you won't be able to swim in that skirt. Get it off and we'll manage,' he said, now letting loose his smile. At least it was not a lascivious grin that she quite often got in her job and quite liked the way his eyes crinkled up when he smiled. She half turned towards the others up on the beach, `Come and get these boxes someone,' she called out as she undid the clips at the side of her waist and let the skirt fall to the sand. Even her panties must have been issued by the airline he thought, for they were of the same light blue colour as the rest of her uniform. She smiled at him as she saw his eyes quickly rove over her body and took his proffered hand and walked out into the water with him. She waded out as far as she could before letting go and began to swim using the dog paddle method. `Don't swim with your mouth open,' he said looking at her as he gently propelled himself backwards towards the rear end of the plane. Almost laughing at the way she tried to swim with her mouth closed, her cheeks bulging with the air she was holding in, but they made it, and she hung to the edge, gasping with the exertion. He inspected both sides of the fuselage and decided on the side she was hanging onto. The deck was about a foot higher than his head and so he found himself a flat piece to put his foot on without cutting himself before talking to her. `Now I want you to climb up me and onto the floor of the cabin. I'll hang on here to support you. Now, don't be alarmed when my hand comes up under your bum, for it's the only way to get you up there.' He smiled as he said this. `Though under different circumstances, well...' Leaving the rest unsaid, she smiled at him, thinking of those unspoken words. She pulled herself round his body and reaching up one hand, with his help, got a hold of the floor and lifting her leg, found his bent knee. She felt her toes touch what she'd seen hidden inside his pants and smiled as she lifted herself up and felt his hand come up under her bum, his fingers almost touching what she wanted him to touch. He then strained his arm from that awkward angle and heaved her up so that her top half went over the edge and was then able to pull herself up clear. She turned round on her knees to reach out her arm but he told that he was okay and quickly pulled himself up and onto the floor of the rear cabin floor. Though he didn't need it, she put her hand under his arm and helped him to stand which was an awkward position because the aisles of an aircraft are not that wide. `Oh Christ!' she screamed and clung to him like a limpet at having just noticed the three bodies still strapped in their seats, their faces dead white from the blood that had drained out from the severed stumps of their legs. She was shaking violently and began to cry as he pushed her backwards towards the rear. He tried to get her to sit down on what had been her seat but she still clung on, pressing her wet body up tight to him, almost sick with the horror that she had just seen, but needing his strong arms about her still shaking body. He kept making soothing noises into her ear until she stopped crying, her head still laying into the join between his neck and shoulder. He tried hard but couldn't stop his body from reacting to the one that was still pressing itself hard up against him. Her face then left his neck and she began to kiss his lips, rubbing her crotch against his tumescence. They clung to each other for several minutes as they kissed before she moved slightly and got her hand down between their bodies and put it inside his underpants and pulled his hardness out and began to give it a rub. Suddenly letting go of it, she lifted her left leg high and pulling aside the gusset of her panties, lifted herself even higher and pulled his erection down to the entrance of her sex and then, hanging onto his neck, lifted the other leg up and put both legs round his waist as she sank down on him. He gave out a gasp as he slid up inside her, now having her weight held up by the bulkhead she had her back to and her arms round his neck as he found that he was fully up inside her as she locked the ankles of her long legs at the back of his waist. `Oh Christ! I've wanted this ever since I saw you get on the plane,' she gasped, wriggling slightly, feeling and loving his hardness where it was. Nature took over above reason and he placed his hands flat on the wall and bounced her up and down on him as they fucked. He felt her thighs tighten as she reached an orgasm and instead of screaming out as she writhed on him, bit into his neck instead. He came too, shuddering as he did so, his legs trembling at his own release but also from supporting the now dead weight of her body as she began to slump. `Oh God I loved that,' she cried as her limp legs came down from around his waist and stood on her toes for he was nearly splitting her because he was still up inside. She held his face and covered it in kisses as he began to bend his knees to let her stand on the floor properly. He was still throbbing when he pulled out and she quickly went down onto her knees and sucked on his hard and hot organ. He was still panting hard from the exertion and could only place his hands on her head as it moved as she sucked him. She eventually stood up and put him back into his pants and kissed him again. `If there's a next time,' he said when he had the breath back, `let's do it lying down, it's less exhausting.' `Oh yes please!' she said breathlessly, still kissing his face. `Have you forgotten why we came up here?' he asked when he got the chance. `No. I got what I came for. What else is there?' she asked, her eyes really shining, flecks of light being reflected from the sunlight outside. `The extra cupboard at the back here?' he asked mildly. `Oh Robert! Or can I call you Bob? Trust you to think of mundane things at a time like this,' she pouted. `Well we've got to come up with something,' he smiled. `It did come up and I got it!' and laughed at her own joke but reluctantly let go of him and turned and opened the door to the small space that was sometimes used for excess items that some passengers brought on as hand luggage. The room, if it could be called that, wasn't big enough for the two of them to get inside so he stood outside and waited for her to pass out what she could find. `A medical chest! I forgot that was kept here, we might need that,' she exclaimed, passing it out. `Cigarettes. Ten cartons.' These came out, Carlton knowing who would be grateful for these. `A case of vodka.' `Only two bottles,' he said. `We can only carry so much the first trip. Leave the rest till later. Any food in there, that's more important?' `No, it doesn't look like it. Souvenirs and such like, otherwise zilch.' `Sunglasses, flight bag?' `Oh yes. How many pairs?' `Well how many people are there do you think on the island?' `Okay, okay, twelve pair of glasses,' she said, passing them out, `and one flight bag. That's about it,' she said as she backed out. He couldn't help but admire the backside view he was being given as she came out. So with these items stowed in the bag, they went to go out when she suddenly stopped. `Can't you do something about, about, them up front,' she said in a whisper as if they could hear her. He went on to the open end and saw that some of the others had started to help by carrying cases of tuna up beyond the waterline. He noted that King and his henchmen were staying in the shade of the trees. `I'm going to get them into the water and then jump in and move them out of sight. When I've done so I'll give you a shout. Drop me the bag and then jump in yourself, okay?' `Yes Bob,' she said meekly, not moving from where she was standing. He then turned to the gruesome task of getting the seat buckles unclipped, trying not to look at the truncated corpses sitting there. With all three undone, it was just a matter of giving the upper parts a push for them to fall into the sea. He didn't want to jump in amongst these three floating bodies but he had no choice and so he did. He quickly dragged them one by one round to the seaward side, out of sight for them to be collected later for burial. `It's okay now Tiki,' he called out and she slowly came into view, casting a wary glance at the seats that the bodies had once occupied. She was carrying the flight bag which she carefully dropped into his waiting hands, his head briefly going below the surface as he did so, but kept the bag up and clear. `Now you jump,' he said, which she did, landing with a big splash and a flurry of arms and quickly surfaced and clung to him, her arms round his neck. Even with her weight, he was able to keep the bag up as he kicked himself towards the shore and was glad when he was able to stand up and tell her to let go. At a glance he saw that there were at least fifty cases of tuna up on the beach. `Okay Judy, Stacey!' he called out. `That's enough. Come ashore yourselves now,' he shouted out. Even though he'd just had Tiki, he still felt a stirring in his loins as he watched the two young women, whose ages he put at about twenty two or three, jump into the water and swim that little bit before wading ashore. He thought as they waded ashore that they looked even better than the woman in that James Bond film. They were quick to pick up their shorts and put them on though he'd forgotten about his trousers and things as he carried the flight bag up the beach. `Carol and I went and looked at that ridge that runs down the beach,' James Smith said. `It's bloody solid rock and the wheels of the plane are still on the other side. That's what caused us to crash like we did. Come and see.' So leaving the flight bag with Tiki, telling her not to open it, went with James and Carol, followed by Judy, to see this ridge that had possibly saved their lives. It was solid alright, but it was actually solidified lava that had come out of some long extinct volcano as a river of molten rock, flowing to the sea. It was nearly five foot high by about two wide and came from out of the trees cutting the beach into two halves, though the side they were on, the east side, was about two thirds of the beaches total length. It had run almost due south and had come out from the trees that had since grown up round it. The beach itself, he surmised had once been a carpet of volcanic ash that had slowly been eroded and washed away leaving this ridge dividing the beach. He decided that in a few days time he would back track the ridge to see where it went. The ridge itself wasn't smooth but very rough and it was easy to climb up onto and see the other side, and as James had said, there was the mangled twisted metal that once had been the undercarriage of their plane. He walked along the top to where it was and found that it had embedded itself into this ridge and there was no way that they were going to be able to salvage any of it. He jumped down and went back to the others to find that King and Co, had already opened some cans and were gorging themselves on the contents. So someone had a penknife set that had a tin opener amongst the many blades. Pearl, the negress, handed Robert an open tin of tuna. `No forks, jus' fingers man,' she laughed showing teeth that lived up to her name by being pearly white in her dark skinned face. He accepted the tin with a smile and did as the others and ate the contents with his fingers. `We found these too,' Toni said, passing across a can of Coke. `We collected about forty of them floating near the water's edge.' `Thank you Toni,' he said, popping the can and taking one long drink that half emptied the can. He gave out a burp and laughed and then went over to the flight bag. `I've got something for you too,' he said, pulling out a carton of cigarettes and tossing them over to her. She caught them and squealed with delight and jumped up and ran over and threw her arms round his neck and kissed him. `You darling man!' she cried. `I'll even carry your babies for this.' `That you might do,' he murmured, `if we stay here too long.' `Anybody got a light?' she cried as she ripped the carton apart and opened up a packet and pulling one cigarette out. There was a lot of shaking heads. `No matches, no lighter!' and she burst into tears as she crushed the cigarette in her hand. Robert was glad that he'd only given her the one carton for he thought that she might have gone ape shit if she knew they had ten cartons and not one match. `Toni!' King called out. `Come over here a minute,' and patted the ground next to where he sat. She stifled her tears and got up and went and sat down beside him. He put his arm round her shoulder and pulled her towards him as he bent his head and whispered in her ear. Her eyes came alight and she nodded her head and got up. So did he and led her off into the trees. `I've got what you want,' he had whispered, showing her his lighter, `and you've got what I want. So how about us getting together to both get what we want?' He didn't go far into the trees and stopped at a convenient spot and pulled her round and took her into his arms and kissed her. She could feel his erection inside his trousers and moved her front across his to let him know that she knew he was up and ready. `Okay King,' she said, breaking off the kiss. `Light me up first.' `Oh no sweet pea. Suck and fuck first before you can light up,' he said as he put his hands onto her shoulders and forced her down onto her knees in front of him. `A little suck first,' and he pulled his erect penis out of his trousers and pushed the head up against her lips. She didn't really want to suck on him but her craving for a cigarette was too much, and so she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside. It wasn't the first cock she'd sucked on so it wasn't too bad she thought, using her tongue and giving the head a gently scrape with her teeth as she sucked. `That's enough,' he said, pulling himself out and pushing her onto the ground. `Get those panties down and let's fuck.' She wiggled her backside as she pulled them down and off from her feet and he got down between her open legs and was quickly pushing himself up inside her. `Just what I need to relieve the tension from the crash,' he said as he moved himself in and out of her vagina. `Don't you get any pleasure from having a man fuck you?' `Yes,' she replied through gritted teeth, wishing it had been any other of the men but this cretin on top and fucking her, but it wasn't long of having his body on top hers, thrusting away for he soon came inside her. `Now you can say you've had a real man fuck you,' he panted as he let his full weight down onto her. She suffered this for a minute or two before trying to push him off. `What about that light then?' she gasped, her craving now really bad for the taste of nicotine. `Okay,' he said, lifting himself up off of her, much to her relief and felt his cock slide out and watched him put it away as she got her panties back on and pulled a cigarette out of the packet she was still holding. She put it to her lips as he brought out his lighter and flicked the wheel to make the wick ignite. The flame gave off a red colour and he gave out a chuckle. `Now put your brown end to my red end and suck in slowly,' and laughed at his joke as she bent her head and got the end of her cigarette alight and took in one enormous amount of the smoke that she had been dying for. She held the smoke in her lungs for a few minutes before letting the smoke slowly curl out from her mouth and nose, giving out a great sigh as she did so. * They came back about ten minutes later, him with a big smile on his face and her puffing on a cigarette. The others were not that stupid to understand what it had cost her for that light. She tossed her hair back with a defiant look on her face as she sat back down and smoked her cigarette. *