A bright blue sky and glorious sunshine greeted Charlotte when she opened her eyes. The sight of this would normally fill her with happy feelings, but now all she felt was confusion. Was she dreaming? Where did the bright blue sky come from?
Simultaneously, she noticed she was naked, and felt the soft beach sand under her.
Charlotte sat up and gasped when she saw the surrounding scene. To her left, she saw many stacked crates, all with ‘WINE’ stamped on it. In front of her, the waves gently touched the shore before lazily retreating to sea again. To her right, ten men sat staring at her.
Ten very handsome men!
Then she remembered.
She had passed a fountain and saw coins in the water. In a silly moment, she threw in a penny and made three wishes: to be naked on a deserted island with ten handsome men and an infinite amount of wine.
She giggled with delight when she first looked at the wine again and then at the men, who still sat staring at her. She gasped when it dawned on her. She wanted to be naked. Charlotte didn’t look down at her own body. She willed herself to keep her eyes fixed on the waves as her cheeks burned bright red.
Yes, she was naked.
Oh my god, she was naked.
Naked on a deserted island.
Ten handsome men staring at her while she was stark naked.
A rush of adrenaline had her sprinting towards the crates.
“Let’s drink,” she yelled and grabbed a bottle of wine.
Thankfully, whoever granted her this wish was kind enough to give her bottles of wine with screw caps. She turned around and handed out bottles of wine to the ten men who now all stood behind her. At least they had understood her, she thought as she took a sip from her own bottle of wine and walked away from the men. She felt out of sorts being the only one naked, and she needed time to think.
How in the world was she going to get out of this predicament? What did she have to do to return to where she came from?
Absentmindedly, she sipped her wine while sitting on the beach, looking out over the water. That’s all there was — water. Maybe she could make another wish? Maybe she should go looking for a fountain on the island? Or maybe she should just throw money into the sea? A giggle escaped her as she realized she had nothing at all with her. Definitely no money.
Only ten men and lots of wine.
She wondered if that was such a bad thing. Wanting to take another sip of the wine, she found her bottle already empty. Charlotte giggled again. At least the wine was helping her to relax.
But the wine had another effect on her. She planted the empty bottle in the sand, lay back and slowly ran her hands over the curve of her breasts, down her body and towards her crotch. Then back up again. She cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers. Pushed her breast together and let go. Moved her hands down over her tummy and trapped them between her legs, cupping her sex.
“I’m horny,” she yelled.
As if that was a command, ten men appeared around her. They made no sound at all. She closed her eyes when hands touched her everywhere. Her face, her arms, her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her legs, her pussy.
She spread her legs some, inviting one — or all — of the men to touch her there.
They didn’t wait.
Fingers slipped into both her holes and someone rubbed her clitoris. With her eyes still shut, she opened her mouth and immediately a hard cock slipped in. She sucked and licked while moaning from the sensations between her legs.
Charlotte stretched her arms out to the side and closed both of her hands around an erection. She stroked the velvety skin and ran her thumb over the tip, spreading the drops forming there over the heads.
Her hands and three holes were filled.
Charlotte could hardly believe her luck to live this fantasy of hers. Her orgasm built rapidly, but she held off, wanting the other orgasms to build too. She wanted to feel those cocks spurting into her mouth, into her holes, and over her body.
She licked and sucked and stroked, and her orgasm built.
She moaned loud, writhing with pleasure.
“Yes, come on. Yes, Charlotte, come on now,” a familiar voice spurred her on. It took seconds for her brain to react to it. Someone was talking. The voice wanted her to come. She moaned even louder.
“Charlotte, come on!”
The voice sounded urgent. On the brink of her orgasm, she opened her eyes and looked into the face of her father.
“There you are,” he said. “It took some effort to wake you. I think you had a nightmare… you moaned real loud. Get out of the sun and go drink something. I don’t want you to get heatstroke on the first day of our vacation!”
© Rebel’s Notes
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Note: I first published this story in July 2014 for the discontinued meme A Darker Flame, with the prompt: Stuck on an island.