Unknown: Island of terror

"Shit. I wish I could," I sighed, running my hands over the sopping garment. It was made of velvet and was totally destroyed now. When it dried, it'd look like shit.

"They could have at least left us our clothes," Penny complained.

"Maybe we can get them to take a course in etiquette when we find them," Wendy grunted.

It finally stopped raining. Captain Brown sent more of his boys into the woods to explore, and look for shelter. Those of us who could, stripped off some of our clothes to let them dry in the sun. Mostly that consisted of sweaters and jackets. Nobody was going to strip down to their underwear with all these boys around.

Then the Captain announced they'd found a place for us to set up in. It was a big cave not far away, near a waterfall. So, we all had to troop through the bushes for another hour until we finally dropped down exhausted, near the cave.

The place was quite pretty really. Only most of us weren't in any kind of shape to appreciate it. We were all exhausted and half asleep. We all picked a spot on the little strip of dirt near the water and went to sleep.

When I woke up, I saw the boys still as busy scurrying around as they had been when I'd fallen asleep. They were tearing big palm leafs off trees and pulling dead branches down to form these little huts. They used vines to tie the branches together and soon there was a neat row of the little places alongside the jungle.

I thought they were all stupid, since surely someone would come and get us within a few hours. I said as much to Amy, who was watching the activity glumly.

"What makes you think that?" she said, unhappily.

"Nobody knows where we are except for those pilots and they're not going to tell anyone."

"But… people will miss us," I said.

"Yeah, and they'll check for the plane and find it probably, and those guys will probably say something like, they never saw us, or we never showed up, or something."

"They won't believe them."

"Who knows? We're in the third world now, remember. Maybe they won't even find those guys. Maybe they won't miss the plane for days. Maybe we'll be stuck on this place like Gilligan was, for years."

"That's stupid," I said, uncertainly.

"Maybe," she sighed. "But we could be here for days anyway, maybe weeks."

A week later, we were still on the island, with no sign of any rescue. All of us had gotten more bored and bad tempered as the days wore on. After the first burst of building activity, where we helped the boys with the huts, there wasn't much of anything to do.

The boys were busy exploring, and dragging back coconuts they'd hacked from trees, and fishing with makeshift poles and spears.

We weren't allowed away from the little campsite. Captain Brown had disdainfully reminded us we were from New York, and knew nothing whatever about the jungle. We'd all get lost and die, or worse yet cause trouble for him and his "men", and take them away from their important, manly work.

The boys were all a bunch of little stormtroopers, who seemed to share the Captain's opinion on our brains and usefulness. They walked around like a bunch of Tarzans, with their shirts off, and their uniform pants cut short. They kept looking snidely at our disreputable dress.

Most of us had been wearing dress clothes, the last kind of thing you'd want for this kind of constant wear and tear. My dress had been a rag after the first day alone, now it was practically falling apart.

They had loaned us a knife and we'd hacked our longer dresses off above the knees, but there wasn't much else to do. It was warm at night, thank God. The boys were working on some kind of palm leaf blanket, but hadn't had much success so far, despite their vaunted survival training.

What we mostly wound up doing was sunbathing and swimming. There was a somewhat secluded beach a half mile from the little village the boys were still busy constructing. We girls could go there, and for a little while anyway, strip off our ragged clothes and skinny dip.

At first we were all really nervous about it all. Heather was terrified that some boy would see her naked, and Annie was unhappy about anyone seeing her naked. Some of us, including them, bathed in our bras and panties to start with, but eventually everyone gave in and disrobed completely.

I didn't think there was any girl there who really had anything to be embarrassed about. Penny was a little shy, because of her huge tits. There were a few jokes about beach balls at first, but then everyone ignored them, and her nudity. Did I say everyone? I meant everyone but Annie, who kept as far from Penny as she could.

She really didn't have a bad body. It was just her infernal jealousy that caused her problems. Next to Penny, I thought I had the best body, in fact, I thought mine was actually better. Maybe I'm a little conceited, but I thought my round breasts, and tiny waist made me better than her giant breasts.

I ran over the whole group of us in my mind, looking for anything to do to keep back the boredom. Penny had the biggest tits of course, they were thirty eight DDs, but I rated mine as better, because of their perfect symmetry and the way they fit in more with my body.

Holly and Kelly, tied, being twins, they would, for the best hair. I just loved the way their red hair shone in the sun.

The best curves, I thought were mine, that was because of my tiny little waist, it was only twenty-one inches and made my hips and tits look better because of that.

The best ass, surprisingly was on brainy Carolyn. It was the perfect shape and size, unmarred by any imperfections. The two cheeks standing out round and firm as she stood and walked, or lay on her belly.

Heather was the cutest, that wasn't just because she was the shortest here. Her little heart shaped face, and snub nose, and her hair cut in a cute pageboy cut, and her sweet little body, made me want to hug her and maybe pat her on the head, though I figured she'd be pretty indignant at that.

Wendy vied with Heather for cuteness. She had the same sweet face, marred by a few freckles. Her body was lean and lithe, with long coltish legs, that helped her swim so fast.

We washed ourselves and our clothes as best we could without any soap. Unfortunately, that meant that we, and our clothes were always coated in a thin salty layer. The only way to wash it off was to take a dip, with clothes of course, in the little pond beneath the waterfall by the cave. Unfortunately the water was icy cold there.

Most of us didn't bother, preferring the salt. You can imagine what this all did to our soft dressy city clothes. None of it was designed for wearing twenty-four hours a day, let alone trooping through jungles. Most of it was dry clean only, for Christ sake!

We looked hideous, and the boys made fun of us constantly. They were an incredibly egotistical bunch, so sure of their own superiority over other boys, let alone girls. When Wendy finally got fed up and challenged one of them to a race, they all laughed.

She'd shown them though, in more ways than one. She'd had to strip down to her bra and panties to go in the water, but by then we girls had all become a little less self conscious about nudity. Wearing a bra and panties was almost like wearing a bathing suit, wasn't it?

Anyway, she'd beaten him handily, and two others besides. They hadn't been good losers, to say the least, but at least they shut up for a little while. Their egos apparently couldn't take being beaten by a girl in anything, even if she was a swimming champ.

Ten days had passed and still we were stuck on the island. Moods were running even surlier than ever. Wendy and I were bored stiff, and decided to do a little exploring of our own, despite the ban on it.

We set out from the girls' beach, wandering along the coast away from the direction of the camp. Neither of us had bothered to dress completely, hating our rotten clothes. We both wore our underwear though, and carried our clothes, just in case we ran into some of the boys.