“Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts, as we are expecting some mild turbulence coming up soon. Be assured that there is nothing to worry about,” came the staticky voice of the captain through the plane's intercom.

Eliza looked out over the vast Pacific Ocean. Occasionally, the expanse of blue was dotted by an island or two. She put her headphones back on before she started to feel that something was wrong.

As she looked up from her book, it seemed as though the ocean was getting closer. Removing her headphones, she could hear flight attendants frantically whispering. Just as she was about to raise her hand to ask what was happening, the intercom crackled to life again.

“Dear passengers, please prepare for an emergency landing. You will find inflatable vests below your seats; do not inflate them before exiting the aircraft,” said one of the flight attendants before rushing to take her own seat.

~~~~~

Eliza was suddenly jolted awake by a rush of cold water. Looking around, she realised she was in the middle of the ocean. A few dozen metres away, she could make out the wreckage of the plane in the shallow water. Turning around, she saw an island and another person.

Quickly swimming over, she dragged the man to the beach before beginning to shake him.

“Y- you survived?” He asked between coughs of water.

“I guess so, yes, but I have no idea how. The last thing I remember is the flight attendants announcing the emergency landing,” she began before stopping as the man’s lips curled into a smile. “What’s so funny?” she demanded.

“I pushed you out of the plane; you managed to get to the rear door, and then you fell and hit your head. I pushed you out; it looks like I won’t be making it though, so you better get out of here,” came his reply in gasps.

“Don’t say that! You might make it too,” Eliza said.

“Look at the left side of my stomach, a bit above my waist,” he groaned.

Wading over to where the man had said, Eliza spotted a jagged piece of metal sticking out of his flesh, the water turning red with his blood.

“Oh my gosh, we have to get you out of the water, and, and,” Eliza started, but the man simply shook his head.

“It’s too late for me now, but not for you,” he said, before his eyes closed and his breathing stopped.

“Fuck,” Eliza screamed into the sky, “why the fuck is this shit happening? This can’t be real; this has to be a bad dream. I’m still on the plane; that man is alive and well; we didn’t crash; we couldn’t have crashed,” she screamed while kicking up sand in the shallow water.

However, as reality settled in, she made her way to the beach and started looking around for materials. After a few hours, she had managed to pile up a few dead branches, two suitcases from the wreck, and some rocks.

“Please, please let there be something here I can start a fire with,” she whispered as she began rummaging through the suitcases. “Bingo!” she yelled once she found them.

Taking some of the clothes from the suitcase, she carefully lit a match and held it to the clothes, slowly adding small twigs and branches to the growing fire. Once it had built up a decent size, she took off her clothes and left them to dry on the sand.

Now naked, she walked down the beach, searching for anything she could use as shelter. As she made her way closer to the tree line, she noticed that some of the leaves from the trees were large enough that she could make a small bed from them. She gathered some leaves that had fallen to the forest floor and then walked back to her campsite.

On her way, she walked along the water and couldn’t help but take in her reflection in the water. Her perfect breasts swayed with every step she took, her hair waving as the ocean breeze blew through it.

“If it weren’t for the circumstances, this would be the ideal holiday,” she muttered sarcastically.

~~~~~

After a few days on the island, Eliza settled into a routine; in the mornings before the sun got too high, she would wade into the shallows and spear the fish swimming there. Some days she got enough for the next day, other days none at all, but she rarely went hungry; while not ideal, the island was far from inhospitable. At around midday, when the sun was scorching, she would retreat into the shade of her A-frame shelter. In the early days she would keep herself busy by creating cups, improvised bowls or any number of useful items from leaves, sticks and whatever rope substitutes she could find in suitcases, on the island or in the ocean, but now that she had everything she needed on a daily basis, those few hours became boring and unproductive.

While Eliza hadn’t had a boyfriend for several months, her sex drive had always been extremely high; this wasn’t helped by the fact that for the past several days she had had no way to release her tension. As she glanced at her pile of fish, she knew she had enough for the next day, and so she formed a plan. That afternoon, once the sun was no longer a blazing ball of death in the sky, she collected water from her two small sun evaporators, took them back to her shelter, and began to trek to a section of the beach that had plenty of rocks.

Once there, she began searching for the perfect stone; she knew it had to be smooth and a decent length. After around 30 minutes of searching, she found one that suited her needs. She took it back to her camp and went to bed for the night.

The next morning, she washed the stone thoroughly, using one of the t-shirts from the suitcases as a towel, and laid it down on her makeshift bed. She’d long stopped wearing clothes during the day; they would only serve to get her even hotter.

As she closed her eyes, she put two of her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, imagining they belonged to someone else, before beginning to slowly circle the lips of her pussy. As she got wetter, she lowered herself onto the rock and began grinding it, savouring the feeling of her pussy sliding across it, smearing it in her juices. She brought her fingers back up, tasting her juices before using them to rub her clit. As she played with her clit, she used her other hand to begin toying with her nipples, massaging her breasts.

After a few minutes she lifted herself from the rock and shoved two fingers into her pussy. She was wetter than she had been in the past few months and quickly found her G-spot. As her fingers passed over it, she could feel her climax coming and started grinding the rock again, her fingers back on her clit and breasts. Her moans filled the air, but she didn’t care; after all, there was no one else around.

Her back arched as she felt the electric rush of orgasm, as she let out a moan which could be heard all across the beach. She collapsed into a heap, panting as beads of sweat trickled down her naked body.

From that day forth, she knew that whether rescue was coming or not, that rock would be her new best friend.