Seeking the sweetest Siren (Camp & Nerdfuck)

The work on the freighter had gone south fast. Mike had nothing in common with the hard-drinking roughnecks aboard.
He'd signed on the ship out of a youthful romanticism of the sea and wanting to see exotic sights.
Instead, he'd spend almost all his time below decks, cleaning and carrying. Hard but honest work...though his shipmates were brainless. But his hard work above and below had left his 5'9" frame tightly muscled and deeply sun-bronzed.

He'd carried a box of maps up to the for-castle, and was walking down to the main deck when he saw it. An absolutely massive wave. He looked around desperately and grabbed a life ring, then took a big breath as the goliath wave swept over him. He was washed from the deck, which was just as well as the hundreds foot tall swell flipped and crushed the boat like an eggshell, driving it deep under.

Mike flew through air and water and came up spluttering. All night he held to the ring and by morning he heard breakers in the water. LAND! But there had been no discovered island close on the charts.

The rising sun revealed broken coral islands with a mountain rising from the lagoon. He saw shark fins occasionally, but none seemed to approach. He pulled himself carefully over the breakers onto a sand covered small coral island, seeing a chain of them curving away in each direction. Many of the isles sported coconut palms, which was a great relief. That spelled a chance for him. After resting for an hour, he pulled a knife from his pocket and drilled holes in the top of a coconut to get the milk.

There was a lot of sealife around, but he needed water. So he swam into the lagoon, and made it up to a sandy beach. It was about 80 feet deep by 100 yards wide. Bordered on each side by protective high cliffs. He crawled up it and climbed a ledge to a cave. Inside it was cool and he slept. Waking he was in the dark and heard an echo...of water. Surging forward he found a pool of fresh water and he drank, then returned to the beach. His deep blue eyes began the search for food and he tied his long brown hair back with a bit of frond strand. Oddly, a large tuna was caught in a tidepool and he blessed his luck as he killed it, then feasted on its raw meat.

Alone...how would he make it this way? He was only 19. He tried to be brave, but wondered if he would spend his days all alone going mad or just dying by accident.

It was perhaps his lucky day... or rather, his lucky night. For on this night, there were landwalkers afoot. One such land walker sat not too far from him as he ate the stranded tuna. Her light blue eyes watched him, her long wet black hair curled all the way past her round ass and rested on the rock she sat on. Her large chest was nude and bare for all to see, her sunkissed skin beckoning to be touched, craving it even.

Her legs sat crossed, hiding the pussy between them but still taunting. It was not often that men came to visit them. She was the first, the bravest, to make contact, or at least she had plans to be. Lorelei was not like the others. Lorelei was different, better..

"Land man..." She cooed softly, one hand lifting to brush back her hair daintily. "You seem lonely... come visit with me..." She cooed in his direction, but he would hear it only as the wind, he would only feel the calming effects. For the night, she flirted with him softly, quietly, cooing to him. Once, there was even a wind that resembled a touch, but the whole time the woman did not move from her distant rock. She only watched him, aware of what swam under the waves off the coast, aware of what plans she had for him...

Unaware that he was observed, Mike's stomach was loudly speaking to him. He ate at least a pound of the tuna, then paused, not wishing to be sick.

It almost seemed as though he'd heard a voice from behind himself, but it must have only been the wind that whistled in from the loud waves that pounded the outer coral in a constant muted din.

He looked around and saw only his own footprints on the beach...though it looked like something heavy had dragged over the sand in places. Perhaps a turtle coming to lay eggs? Well, that could be another form of nutrition, but he'd rather not. They were oddly beautiful.

Mike stripped completely down, revealing the lean muscled body of a sailor, and his generous endowment. He plunged into the cooling waters of the lagoon, and scrubbed himself and his clothes with sand, not wanting to get stinky, then swam a little more in the refreshing water, unaware that other eyes might be watching and appreciating him.

It was hard to judge the depth of the lagoon. While the water was clear, much of the bottom was black basalt that ran in ridges from collapsed lava tubes that made wonderful caves for sealife. He noticed the tubes sloped upward toward the mountain and idly wondered if any terminated within his cave home.

As he swam he spotted something else. True gold! A mariner's seachest had somehow gotten past the reef without damage. He quickly dragged the heavy chest up to the shallows and then onto the sandy beach.

Though it was locked he didn't worry, tilting it back and using his only tool, a pocketknife, to loosen a screw on a small plate on the bottom. Sure enough, out tumbled a key and with some wiggling, the chromed lock opened.

Inside was a hammock, sailcloth, worn blanket, clothes, aluminum messkit and pots, tools and rope. There was also a self-powering flashlight, a first aid kit, a large container of vitamins, a plastic bottle of olive oil, and a box with hundreds of eight inch nails. There was even a firestriker.

Delighted at his incredible find, He carefully moved the items up the steep cliff to his cave. Although the shoes were much too large for him, he was able to cut them and make open toed sandals. This would protect him from walking on oysters and mussels.

Soon he had a fire going and was smoking the rest of the tuna.
As he returned to the water, he found a floating crate. Now that had NOT been there a bit ago.
Inside were bottles of wine and sealed spice packets, flour, powdered eggs and sugar. He was stunned. It was like all the world was aligning to take care of him.

That day, he rigged a hammock in the cave, set up a canopy for shade between the palm trees on the beach. Found some stumps for chairs, and even found a floating door for a tabletop. It was like he was set up to have meals with three others. But who would be his guests? Maybe someone else had survived the wave? In his heart, he knew that that couldn't be true.

So he made a little flatbread and filled it with cooked mussels in coconut sauce, took a vitamin and went to bed nude.

Erotic dreams of beautiful island girls came to him and he smiled happily as he slept.

Lorelei watched him as he went about his funny, curious actions. What was he doing? Putting the fish in a fire? Putting wood on rocks, stumps? Curious human he was, she found it to be delectably curious. Even as the man curled up in his makeshift bed she still did not disturb him. Lorelei watched him from afar for hours to come. She sat beneath the stars, played with her hair, even stroked herself a time or two, they were a mysterious race for sure.

But finally, after he had been asleep for a few hours, Lorelei's sensual body lifted off of the rock and her bare feet began to tenderly glide across the beach. Closer and closer to him she grew, until finally she stood over him in his cave. She smiled to herself, careful not to speak, and reached out to carefully stroke her small fingers down his face. "Handsome man..." She cooed to him gently, a voice that at first only wavered but finally became stronger. "Handsome man.. I'm so lonely..." Lorelei carefully set a knee on the hammock before hoisting her whole body up next to him. She rested beside him, naked, and carefully took his hand in hers. "Please come spend some time with me..." She lifted his hand carefully to her mouth to bestow upon it a soft kiss.

Mike was having the most pleasant dream. He was in his new hammock, but a beautiful woman had climbed into it with him. When she kissed his hand, he sighed and murmured. "How can I resist such a sweet proposal."

His hands lifted and ran up her arm and over her shoulders. Her skin was so smooth and soft to the touch. We wanted to touch more, but didn't want to frighten her off. He was slightly sad, because he could tell that it was a dream and when he awoke, he'd be alone.

Finally, he daringly pulled her down atop him and kissed her lips deeply. She felt so enticing to him that he continued to kiss her for minute after minute, only stopping when he was out of breath and had to gasp for more.

"My name is Michael, you can call me Mike. Please don't leave. I'm so worried to be alone. Being alone isn't living, it's just surviving."

All through his dreams she kept him warm and well cuddled. when he finally awakened, he was alone, but the worst of the night's cold was past.

His fire was embers and he got it going again, then he noticed a partial footprint from the ash on the floor. He put his own foot near it. It seemed a little smaller...but...

Looking out the opening of his cave, he could see the entirety of the beach below. No one was there and he could see the lines of his own footprints. "Well, it WAS a wonderful dream."

Mike rigged up a hook and line from the sea chest. A bit of the guts from the tuna made his fishing gear complete, but the dried guts were pretty poor bait and the hook not the best. But he cast his line anyway. It was there less than five seconds when he felt a tug and pulled in a goodsized seabass. "Wow! What luck!" But he noticed the hook went throught the bottom jaw and into the top. "How did it ever do that?"

Not one to argue with luck, he gutted this fish and tossed the hook out. Again, he quickly caught another fine fish. Curious, he tossed just the hook and line with no bait out there, and landed a flounder. OK...he was bespelled. So what.

He worked on a small raft to gather food from the reef. As he worked on it, some heavy fishing line washed up, perfect to bind it together. He was starting to get a little freaked.