Stranded on an island with beautiful females

The pond was pretty small, so if two people got in, there was no way to avoid some physical contact.

When Zoey bent down to pick up seashells earlier, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as I checked out her huge breasts and perky butt.

Now that we were both naked and so close, I couldn't hold back anymore.

I moved closer to Zoey, and it seemed like she knew what I was up to. But since we'd already hooked up a few times, she was starting to enjoy it, so she didn't resist, just looked a bit nervous. After all, it was her first time doing it in the water.

I got close to Zoey and hugged her, my hand wandering down to her pussy, teasing her slowly. At the same time, my other hand was playing with her nipples.

Under my teasing, it didn't take long before Zoey couldn't hold back. Moaning, she said, "I want it!"

Hearing that, I stopped what I was doing, aimed my hard cock at her pussy, and thrust forward.

As soon as I entered, Zoey let out a cry, "Ah!" and I started moving my hips slowly.

Since it was my first time doing it in the water too, I was a bit worried. At first, I didn't thrust too hard. But after a while, Zoey took the lead and said, "Harder! I really want it!" Listening to her, I stopped holding back and started thrusting harder. The intensity of our lovemaking even made bubbles form on the water's surface.

I lifted Zoey's legs higher and kept thrusting faster. After a while, I felt her reaching climax, her vagina contracting and gripping my dick tightly.

Finally, I was about to cum. Not wanting to mess up the water, I pulled out just in time, stood on the shore, and Zoey helped me finish with her hands.

Afterward, we cleaned up, got dressed, and got ready to keep exploring the beach.

Walking along the beach with Zoey, we could see the general layout of the seaside and some areas near the jungle's edge.

After a bit, I noticed a spot near the jungle where the soil looked different, darker than the rest.

Seeing this, I remembered a type of soil I'd seen on survival shows called clay. It was sticky and darker than regular soil.

Clay could be used to make all sorts of stuff. For someone like me with nothing, it was a valuable find.

By firing clay, I could make drinking cups, cooking pots, and even distillation devices to convert seawater into fresh water, addressing the critical need for freshwater.

I walked towards the dark soil, feeling a bit nervous. If it really was clay, surviving here would be a lot easier. Zoey followed me, looking a bit confused by my nervousness.

The dark soil wasn't far, and with my eager steps, I got there quickly.

I took a deep breath, grabbed a handful of soil, and squeezed it. Luckily, it was clay, sticky and all. This discovery made me super excited.

Seeing me so happy, Zoey couldn't help but ask, "Hey, what's going on? Did you find something amazing in this dirt? You look super excited!"

I explained to Zoey what the clay could do. Once she got it, she understood just how important this find was.

She started looking around nervously, like she was worried someone might snatch the clay away.

Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but chuckle. "No need to be so on edge," I said. "No one's gonna take it. If there were creatures that needed this clay, we wouldn't have found it in the first place."

I checked out the area and found that all the black soil was clay. My already good mood got even better. This big patch of clay would last us a long time.

Zoey and I started digging up the clay bit by bit and carried it back. To avoid getting our clothes dirty, I took off my shirt, and Zoey took off her jacket, leaving her in just her bra.

After the craziness of the past couple of days, Zoey's bra was a bit torn. Seeing her exposed skin reignited my suppressed desire.

But right now, the priority was to create a comfortable living environment. We could deal with other things later.

After some hard work, we managed to bring back a good amount of clay to our shelter, ready to start making utensils.

First, we needed to build a kiln. It didn't have to be huge since we weren't making big stuff yet, which saved us a lot of time.

With both of us working together, we finally built a basic small kiln. It looked a bit rough, but as long as it worked, that was all that mattered.

Next, we had to fire the kiln to solidify it. I set aside some firewood to get it burning.

But then another problem popped up. To properly shape the kiln, it needed a big fire burning continuously for at least three days. The amount of wood we had near the shelter wasn't nearly enough for that.

So, after starting the fire, I got ready for the next step: finding more wood.

I headed towards the jungle alone, leaving Zoey at the shelter to keep an eye on the kiln. If the fire went out, the kiln could be ruined.

I didn't plan to go deep into the jungle because of the giant lizards lurking inside. Instead, I decided to walk along the seashore, picking up wood at the jungle's edge. It might take longer and cover more ground, but it was safer.

This time, I chose a different direction along the jungle's edge, so I could explore the area while looking for wood. Soon, I walked a good distance. Without modern tools like an axe, I could only gather smaller branches or wood that could burn directly. It took a lot of time to find enough wood.

But I didn't let it get me down. Having a purpose gave me hope and made life brighter. Plus, having a beautiful woman like Zoey with me made life more enjoyable. Surviving alone on this deserted island would probably drive me crazy with loneliness.

After a while, I finally found enough wood to keep the fire burning for three days. I started carrying it back bit by bit.

Even though I was pretty tired, I felt full of strength and motivation.

After some time, I was almost back at the shelter with a load of wood. There was too much to carry in one trip, so I planned to make several trips.

But as I got closer to our shelter, I noticed something was off. There

seemed to be two figures near the shelter.