Madison let out a small gasp, her eyes wide with shock, "Nate, what are you doing here?"
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know it belonged to you," Nate stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment as he rushed out of the tent. What he didn't see was the redness that crept up Madison's face, a mix of surprise and something else, perhaps excitement.
Once outside, Nate took a deep breath, relief washing over him. His mind, however, couldn't shake off the image of Madison in that wet shirt. He'd always known she was pretty, her body curvy in all the right places, but what he'd just seen had completely stunned him. He found himself imagining what she would look like completely naked. Shaking his head, he slapped it a few times, "Something's wrong with this island," he muttered to himself. He wasn't usually like this, rarely thinking about girls, but now it seemed all he could do was think about them.
Remembering Madison was dripping wet, it dawned on him she must have gone to wash herself. Deciding to do the same, Nate made his way towards the water. Despite it being night, the water was surprisingly warm. He chose a secluded spot far from the camp, not wanting any interruptions.
He quickly stripped off his shirt, feeling the night air kiss his skin before he unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to the sand. His boxers came off next, leaving him in just his skin under the starlit sky. He stepped into the ocean, the water enveloping him in its warmth as he submerged himself, letting out a sigh of contentment.
He was enjoying the soothing embrace of the water when he heard footsteps approaching. Looking towards the shore, he saw Claire casually walking towards the water, her presence always commanding attention with her confident stride. She was wearing a simple shirt and shorts, which she began to remove.
Nate's voice came out quicker than he intended, "Claire, I'm in the water already!"
She paused for just a moment, her shirt halfway up, and said with a nonchalant shrug, "So?"
With that, she continued undressing, pulling her shirt over her head to reveal her large, soft breasts, which swayed slightly with her movements. Her skin glowed under the full moon, every curve and contour accentuated by the silvery light. She then slipped off her shorts, standing there in just her underwear before sliding them down too, revealing her completely shaved pussy. The sight made Nate gulp nervously, his eyes tracing the silhouette of her body against the night. Her skin looked smooth and inviting in the moonlight, the water lapping gently at her feet as she stepped into the ocean.
Nate could feel his heart racing, not from the warmth of the water but from the unexpected intimacy of the scene. Claire's breasts floated slightly as she waded deeper, her nipples hardening from the cool night air before they submerged. Her body moved with an easy grace, each step causing small waves that rippled towards Nate.
She stopped a few feet away from him, the water now up to her waist. "It's nice, isn't it?" she said, her voice calm and soothing, contrasting with the wild beating of Nate's heart.
"Yeah, it's... really nice," Nate managed to reply, his voice a bit hoarse. He tried not to stare but found his eyes drawn to her form. Her breasts were full, the water's surface teasingly covering and revealing them with each gentle swell. Her waist dipped in before curving out to her hips, which led down to her legs, now spread apart slightly for balance in the water, giving him an unguarded view of her.
The moonlight played tricks with shadows and highlights on her body, making her look almost ethereal, like a water nymph. Her shaved area was a stark contrast against her skin, drawing his gaze even in the dim light, making him swallow hard, his throat dry despite being surrounded by water.
Claire seemed oblivious to his discomfort, or perhaps she enjoyed it, as she dipped down to wet her hair, arching her back in a way that made her breasts lift out of the water for a moment before she submerged herself completely. When she came up, she pushed her wet hair back, looking directly at Nate with a playful glint in her eyes.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, Nate. Or is it something else?" she teased, her voice carrying over the soft sounds of the water.
Nate laughed nervously, trying to find his footing both in the water and in the conversation. "Just wasn't expecting company," he said, his eyes occasionally dipping below her face, unable to help himself.
"Well, now you have some," Claire responded, moving closer. "Isn't it better not to be alone out here?"
Nate nodded, the tension in his body easing slightly as he adjusted to the situation. The warmth of the water, the cool night air, and the surreal beauty of Claire under the moon all combined to create a moment that felt both timeless and fleeting.
As the night's peace enveloped them, Claire, treading water close to Nate, suddenly broke the silence with an unexpected question, "Have you noticed any increase in your sex drive since we've been here?"
Nate, caught off guard, nodded slowly. "Yeah, I have, but with our lives always on the line, I barely have time to think about it. This is the first peaceful night I've had in a week."
Claire nodded in agreement, her expression thoughtful. She began swimming towards him, the water shimmering around her like a second skin. "So, why waste it?" she proposed, her voice low and suggestive.
Nate was shocked, his mind racing to catch up with her implication. "What do you mean?" he asked just as Claire's body brushed against his, her lips finding his in a sudden, deep kiss.
He pulled back slightly, his breath coming in short gasps, "What are you doing, Claire?"
She looked at him with a mix of desire and pragmatism. "Why shouldn't we treat this as a simple transaction? You need this, I need this. No emotions, just... relief."
For a moment, Nate hesitated, the idea clashing with his usual reservations. But then, the undeniable truth of her words sunk in. With a nod, he drew her closer, their lips meeting again, this time with mutual consent. The kiss deepened, tongues exploring, the taste of salt water mingling with their own flavors.
Their hands began to roam; Claire's fingers ran through Nate's wet hair, pulling him closer, while his hands found her waist, pulling her body flush against his. The sensation of her soft skin against his in the warm water was intoxicating.
Breaking the kiss, Nate looked into Claire's eyes, seeing the same raw need reflected back. "You're right," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "No emotions, just this."
With that, he unleashed his pent-up desire. His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, feeling their weight and the way they floated slightly in the water. He kissed her neck, nibbling at the skin, making her moan softly, the sound echoing slightly over the water.
"Fuck, Nate," Claire gasped as his fingers found her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the water aiding her movements as she pressed herself against his erection.
"You're so fucking big," she breathed out, her surprise evident as she felt him through the water. His cock was indeed impressively large for someone his age, and it seemed to promise a thorough exploration of her depths.
Nate guided himself to her entrance, the water making everything slippery, enhancing the sensation. With one smooth thrust, he entered her, both of them groaning at the contact. Her pussy wrapped around him like a glove, every inch of him touching every part of her, stretching her in ways she hadn't expected.
"Oh, shit!" Claire moaned, her voice laced with pleasure and a hint of pain from his size. "Rip me apart with that big cock," she urged, her words vulgar and raw.
Nate didn't need further encouragement. He started moving, his thrusts hard and deep, the water splashing around them with each movement. His hands were everywhere, on her breasts, squeezing, then trailing down to her hips to guide her movements.
Claire's moans grew louder, "Yes, fuck me harder! Fuck my tight pussy!" Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body moving in sync with his, meeting his thrusts with her own desperate need.
Their kisses were sporadic, fierce; lips clashing, teeth biting in the heat of the moment. Nate's rhythm was relentless, each thrust making Claire cry out, "Oh, you're hitting every spot, don't stop!"
He responded by speeding up, his own grunts filling the air, "You like that, don't you? You like my big dick filling you up?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Claire screamed, her body beginning to shake as her climax built up. The water around them was chaotic, splashing in rhythm with their bodies.
Nate felt himself nearing the edge, his movements becoming more animalistic. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck, kissing and biting down, leaving marks. "I'm gonna come, Claire. Fucking take it all," he growled.
Her response was a loud, drawn-out moan, her pussy clenching around him as she came, her body convulsing in the water. The sensation pushed Nate over the edge, and with a few more hard thrusts, he joined her, his release filling her.
They stayed connected for a moment, panting, the water now still except for their heaving breaths. Slowly, they disentangled, their eyes meeting with a new, unspoken understanding.
"Fuck, that was intense," Nate said, his voice returning to normal, though his body still buzzed with aftershocks of pleasure.
Claire nodded, her face flushed, her breathing steadying. "Exactly what we needed," she agreed, her tone lighter, the transaction complete.
They swam back to shore, the night air cooling their heated skin, the island around them silent once more, as if it had borne witness to their primal exchange.