The life raft lapped onto the beach, caught in the shallow waves as they drew forwards then pulled back again. But it refused to settle, drifting just a few yards out from dry land. Graham, still naked, stood up and looked down at Laura, who had just about managed to catch her breath following their heated moment of passion. She looked at him, just as anxious and excited as he was by the arrival of the raft, but said nothing. He quickly pulled on his boxers and shorts, making the decision to check it out.
They had been on the island for over two weeks now, and the raft looked identical to the ones from the boat that had marooned them there. But why had it taken so long to reach them? Had it simply been floating around the open sea all that time? And was there anybody in it? If so, there was a high chance that they were probably dead by now. With this thought in mind, Graham thought it best to look it over on his own.
"Stay here," he said to Laura, moving towards the sea. She quickly dragged her clothes on and rushed to catch up with Graham, joining him just as he reached the raft. Glancing at her, he rolled his eyes but didn't say anything about her ignoring his command. Almost to his relief, there was nobody in it. But it did contain a few strange, and ultimately useful items. There was a large piece of tarpaulin that draped out slightly over the side, attached to several long pieces of rope, some of which simply floated outside on the surface of the water. But curiously wrapped up inside the tarpaulin, presumably by a sheer stroke of luck, was a large holdall bag, which contained several items of men's clothing and a few much-needed toiletries, including some razors. There was also an unopened packet of chocolate Hobnobs, which was very welcome after spending a fortnight simply eating mangos, bananas and any fish they managed to catch. They wondered if the bag had perhaps belonged to some young man who had been on the boat to do a bit of island hopping, but they would never know for sure. Graham and Laura later concluded however, that the bag must have somehow got caught in the tarpaulin during the madness of the storm, and got tossed into the life raft by the waves.
Even so, they saw this as an absolute godsend, as it provided them with some very valuable supplies. Fortunately, the clothes weren't a bad fit for Graham, so he was able to have a bit of a change, and even Laura found some of the items useful too, which she was extremely grateful for. The tarpaulin and ropes, they used to stablilise their dwelling, creating a stronger roof and bindings for the branches that formed the sides, so after a few more days work, they actually had a half-decent structure. The life raft itself, was in much better condition than the one that had washed Graham ashore in the first place, so they decided to keep it tied to a tree near the beach, in the hopes that it would provide them with the chance to get off the island. There was also a flare gun strapped to the inside of the raft too, which they safely kept in their camp.
Given the bizarre circumstances in which they were living, things were not all that bad really. The two of them had, for the most part, got over their differences, and given in to their all-consuming desire for each other. But despite their incredible fuck on the beach, they'd not brought themselves to doing it again, even though sexual tensions were starting to build again between them. About a week after their first time, they set off one day to explore a bit more of the coastline of the island. Much of it was rocky and inaccessible, but there was one section they wanted to try and get to, which, at low tide, was fairly easy to manage.
After walking for over an hour and not seeing very much, they came across a crop of rocks stretching out into the sea. They decided that with the sun still high in the sky and after going that far, they had to find out what was on the other side, so they scrambled up and over them, in order to continue further. Finding themselves in a cove, sheltered by the rocks towering above them, they noticed what looked like a cave, not far up the cliff wall. Laura, feeling more like herself now that the mood between her and Graham had shifted, was in a very adventurous mood, and was keen to take a closer inspection of it.
"Want to check it out?" she asked, excitedly.
"No, I don't think we should," Graham replied warily.
"Oh, come on, don't tell me you're scared?" Laura teased. Having received no reply, she shrugged and moved towards the cliff face, looking for the best angle to climb up.
"What are you doing?" Graham asked as he walked towards her, already knowing the answer. Laura rolled her eyes, ignoring him. Focusing on the deep scars running along the imposing rock face and having figured out the best handholds, she started to climb the rocks. "Don't be stupid, you don't even know what's in there!" he shouted.
"Don't be stupid," Laura mocked under her voice, not wanting to be heard, as she continued on.
"For fuck's sake, Laura," Graham said, dragging his hand over his face.
He moved to stand below her, watching her and having to admit that the view wasn't too bad, admiring her tight round arse straining against her denim shorts as she climbed further up. Sighing in defeat, he started to follow her up steadily, neither of them being experienced climbers. It seemed further than it had initially appeared, and by the time they reached the cave entrance, they were both quite out of breath. They collapsed on their backs for a few minutes to recover, the floor of the cave feeling surprisingly smooth against them. After getting back her breath and adjusting to the dim lighting within, Laura stood up and looked around, before slowly wandering deeper into the cave. Graham followed, keeping close to her, his protective instincts on full guard.
They spent a while exploring, but could find nothing of any real interest, and it became increasingly more difficult to see anything the deeper they went. Their curiosity satisfied, they made their way back to the entrance, but then realised they must have been in there longer than they thought. The tide had come in, cutting off their exit.
