Jack looked overhead as the sky grew darker and the black clouds rolled in from the sea. He decided now would be the best time to return to the mainland.
He reached down and started to pack up his kit. The ropes were heavy but he was well accustomed to carrying the weight. Once he'd packed his kit bag, he hoisted it onto his broad shoulders and started down the narrow path to the beach. Walking down was a challenge with the weight so he had to adjust his bag many times on his descent. Approaching the bottom he got complacent, thinking he'd got down unscathed. He tripped, catching his boot in a rabbit hole, twisting his ankle. Searing pain shot through his foot and lower leg as he assessed the injury. He looked around and found a tree branch to hold to help himself up. Leaving his kit bag on the ground, he hobbled a couple more steps to the beach. It was hard going on the firm sand but better than on pebbles which gave way.
The black clouds were overhead now and the sea looked an ominous grey. Gradually, Jack realised he could bear a little weight on his injured ankle and tried walking upright without hobbling. He managed a few steps to a sand dune and sat on it, exhausted by the pain and the climb earlier.
Jack glanced at his watch and then looked again. 1530? Why is it so dark? Is it because of the cloud? he thought. He reached to check his phone but realised it was in his bag. Jack checked the time table in his pocket. The last ferry was at 1600. "that's great, only half an hour to wait." He decided to sit a moment longer before going back to retrieve his bag. He hobbled back along the beach, and got his pack balanced on his back and made his way back to his resting place.
Seated once more, Jack fished around for his phone. "fuck! It's 1630! I've missed the last boat!". Jack checked the time table again. Yep, next ferry at 0800 tomorrow morning.
As Jack was thinking his day couldn't get worse, he felt a few drops of rain on his back. The rain drops got bigger and heavier as he looked up at the clouds. He hauled himself to his feet and dragged his bag under the shelter of the cliff overhang. Gasping for breath he considered his options. There was no ferry so no way off the island. The only guest house was on the other side of the cliff and he knew he couldn't walk back up.
He pushed his bag inside a large hole in the cliff to protect the contents. He found a bigger branch to bear his weight and started to hobble along the beach to find a suitable resting place. Round the headland he found a WW2 look out post, hidden from the sea and only just visible from the beach. It was built of concrete, cold and wet but it afforded shelter from the pouring rain. He climbed inside to find the remains of a fire still smouldering. He called out but no one answered. Jack gathered some dead twigs and branches and added them to the fire. He took out his lighter and a warm glow filled the room.
He began to relax in the damp room, feeling the warmth build. He got his foot raised up and removed his fleece and tshirt to dry them by the fire. As he got himself settled he looked round to find he was being watched by a tall, slim women standing in the doorway.
"Hello" she said. "Thanks for keeping my fire going. How come you're sheltering here?"
Jack explained about missing the ferry. She tossed back her head and let out a deep laugh. "Me too. My watch stopped too". I'm staying here until morning as the guest house is closed for renovations.
They introduced each other and began to relax. Linda opened her bag and produced some fruit and a couple of sandwiches.
Jack accepted her kind offer of food and felt very at home in her company.
"How about we sit closer together to preserve heat?" Linda suggested. Jack and she shuffled together and Linda produced a blanket. "Here, lay on this".
Jack did so, aware of his naked torso. Linda sat next to him. She was in her mid 30's, tall slim with light brown hair and amazing blue eyes. Jack was mesmerised by her eyes and found himself checking out her body. "Great tits" he thought. "Great pecs" thought Linda. Linda snuggled up to Jack and rested her head on his shoulder and started teasing his nipples.
She ran her hand down his tight stomach then propped herself onto her elbow and looked deep into his eyes. "Shame we've ended up like this but I'm glad you're here".
Jack forgot about this injury and was warm and comfortable with the beautiful Linda by his side. "Fuck me". He requested. "With pleasure" replied Linda.
To be continued
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