Chapter 2 Desert Island
The wind was hitting my face so forcefully that I couldn't even open my eyes. My thin clothes were flapping wildly, creating a loud, irritating noise. All I could sense was fear, and to be honest, I had completely forgotten Isabella was even present.
I kept falling, and then bam, I blacked out.
No idea how long I was out, but when I came to, I started cursing up a storm. I cursed the company execs, that bitch Isabella, and my crappy life. It was the only thing that made me feel a bit better.
I was still going when I heard Isabella's voice.
"Michael, I went through a lot to save you, and this is the thanks I get?" Her voice wasn't as cocky as usual; it had a softer edge to it.
She still sounded a bit arrogant, but it didn't bug me as much.
I didn't have time to overthink it. I was just stoked she saved me! I opened my eyes and saw her face, looking a bit pissed.
My ranting had clearly ticked her off, but she also looked relieved that we made it out alive.
Oh, and her full, sexy lips were kinda swollen.
We were on this huge beach, just the two of us. She must've been the one who saved me.
Thinking about that, a lot of my anger towards her just melted away. We survived a plane crash, and she saved my life. I couldn't keep holding a grudge.
Looking at her beautiful but slightly angry face, I forced a smile, trying to show I wanted to get along.
She looked at me, and I saw a mix of emotions in her eyes.
"I was just venting, mostly at the company execs, not really at you," I said awkwardly, then started checking out our surroundings and my own condition.
We were on some deserted island. No clue where exactly.
Luckily, I wasn't hurt. I remembered hearing that even a small injury could be deadly without proper meds on a deserted island.
I told myself to be super careful from now on.
After scoping out the area, I looked back at Isabella. That's when I noticed her necklace was gone, her clothes were all torn up, and her big boobs were mostly out, showing a black bra.
Perhaps due to the seawater, her breasts appeared even larger. It was absurd that I was fixating on this, and my body even responded.
I didn't feel embarrassed. Actually, I felt kinda pleased. As a young guy, having a reaction meant I was okay. A hard cock meant I was still alive.
I remembered grabbing her boobs during the crash. Thinking back, that felt pretty damn good.
And now, it was just the two of us on this deserted island. In a way, that was good news.
Maybe my fantasies could come true, but instead of a plane or a fancy hotel bed, it would be on the sandy beach of a deserted island.
"What the hell are you thinking about?" Isabella shot me a fierce glare. I guess my stare was a bit too intense, making her feel uneasy. She probably realized the situation wasn't exactly in her favor.
"Just so you know, I know boxing, and I was the one who saved you." She stood up in a panic, striking a boxing pose, trying to look tough to scare off any bad ideas I might have.
But honestly, her stance wasn't intimidating at all. If anything, it was kinda hot.
Her skirt must've been washed away by the sea, leaving her in just her underwear and some high-quality stockings. The underwear was thin and kinda see-through from being soaked.
Her boxing pose made her pussy pretty visible. I wanted to compliment her, but I was too busy checking out our surroundings to say anything.
I had to admit, her legs were equally attractive and slender. Perhaps she really had trained in boxing, as they looked powerful. I started imagining what it would feel like if she wrapped those legs around me.
"Damn it! What are you staring at? I saved you! You can't act like this. And the rescue team will be here soon. Do you want to end up in jail?" Isabella finally snapped, realizing her outfit wasn't exactly intimidating. She was scared and flustered, reminding me she saved me and mentioning the rescue team.
Sure, international conventions say there should be a rescue after a plane crash, but I didn't think they'd get here as fast as she hoped.
Even if they did come, it would take time. Until then, survival was our main focus.
We needed to figure out how to survive, and luckily, I had some skills. I wasn't the best at my job, but I loved wilderness survival. I had a ton of knowledge about it, which gave me confidence.
I wasn't going to force anything on Isabella, but she'd need me to survive. Whether it was food or shelter, those were things she probably had no clue about.
This was a deserted island, not a city. No burgers, no fried chicken, no soda, no fries. Without the skills to get food, she'd starve.
What cracked me up was that she found a "weapon" for self-defense. It was a thin piece of metal, kinda like a knife but not sharp. In this environment, it might give her a bit of security.
I didn't make fun of her. Instead, I gave her a thumbs up and started walking around the beach, picking up useful stuff.
Like the metal piece Isabella found, it was a good find. It could work as a makeshift knife and even help collect sea salt.
Salt was super important, just like water.
Isabella noticed what I was doing. She didn't get it, but she didn't ask. Instead, she used the metal piece to write a big SOS on the beach, the international distress signal.
If any rescue team saw it from above, they'd come to help. It was a good idea. But who knew if it would work? Meanwhile, I was more focused on finding something to eat.