Who: Ripley and Whetu
Region: International Waters
Where: Uncharted island
Location: The Sentinel
In the cockpit of the Sentinel, Ripley eased herself down onto Jake's
lap once he set the bird down and switched off the motor. "Now, I've
got you," she whispered before leaning in and kissing the islander
hard on the mouth.
The pilot was a bit surprised, pleasantly so, but surprised none the
less. And he kissed her right back with equal vigor,
"Jesus...Wilma..." She felt so good in his arms, and they were alive.
Both of them.
Jake's shirt came off with a little extra pulling from Wilma's eager
and greedy hands, which rested against his naked chest as she kissed
him wholly and thoroughly. Then she adjusted herself on his lap to sit
up on her knees so she could lean over and pull his shirt fully off.
She tossed it on the co-pilot's seat.
"That's better," she said looking down at Jake.
He laughed nervously, suddenly feeling like a high school kid as he
pushed a control stick out of their way. He pushed her dress upward
with a rough hand on one thigh, as he nuzzled at her neck. "I
thought...when the gunfire started...Jeezus, you're beautiful."
Ripley leaned to one side as Jake started kissing and nibbling on her
neck. Her hands found his arms and squeezed his strong capable muscles
while she ground her hips into his lap.
"Ah," she gasped and then groaned as his fingers found the shoulder
clasp keeping up the halter part of her dress. "What did you think, Jake?"
Whetu stopped running his mouth against that smooth skin he thought he
might never get to hold again. He tilted his head up to look at
Ripley. "Your radio went dead...I thought the worse...for a moment."
Jake ran a hand over the front of her dress. "Thought I might never
get to have you in my arms again."
Wilma looked down at him and smiled. "You thought wrong," she said as
she helped up undo the clasp. The two sides of her dress fell down
onto her body, one side down her back to her waist, the other side
down her front but also to her waist. Her torso was naked and exposed
"Touch me," she said to him in a breathless voice. "Touch me and know
just how wrong you were."
Jake didn't need any other urging, as their hands crossed over each
other. The space was cramped, but he didn't care all that mattered was
here and now. "Belt...get mah belt..." was all he could muster between
kisses and gropings.
"Mmm, Harmummm," Ripley moaned into Jake's mouth as she lifted up on
her knees again, and tried to find the buckle of Jake's belt with her
left hand while balancing against him with her right on the back of
his pilot's chair.
While Jake's hands and wonderful fingers were busy getting to know the
female parts of her torso anatomy, Ripley was struggling to move the
buckle even an inch, though quite a few inches were coming to life in
"Ow!" Ripley grunted as she the buckle snapped back down onto her
fingers. She jerked her hand back and sucked on two of her fingers.
The fevered pitch with which they were making out, stalled when she
realized they couldn't do this.
"Jake, wait, stop, we can't...do this," she said as she nursed her
Whetu took her fingers and blew on them gently, "Can't do what, luv?"
he asked innocently, with a heavy lidded look. "Seat too cramped?
There's room in the back...." he growled, but suddenly he frowned at
her. A guilty expression crossed his face, aw damn he musta' done
sumthing. "What is it, Wilma...what's wrong?"
Ripley glanced over Jake's shoulder. There was in fact, more room in
the back. She looked down at him and grinned. "Problem solved," she
said as she swung her leg back over and off him. She crawled between
the seats and into the back of the Sentinel, where she pulled off the
rest of her dress until she was only wearing her white sandals and her
white satin panties.
She knelt down on the floor and looked across at Jake. "What are you
waiting for, Jake?" she said with a coy smile. "Get back here, now!"
The Kiwi half stumbled out of the pilot's seat to follow her. But he
sobered from his sexual tizzy as he became aware of the limping gait
he had to use to get closer, he slowed to a stop. And found it
difficult to ease himself down to the flooring, it took most of the
wind from his sails.
"Maybe...maybe...." part of him said maybe this wasn't right, but part
of him was talking a whole lot louder. "...Maybe you should come here,
I'll make the walk worth it."
Ripley smiled. She stood up and walked slowly, and sexily towards
Jake. "You better," she said as she approached him with a smoky look
in her eye as her hands reached out for his belt buckle again. This
time deftly undoing and then pulling the belt off.
As she leaned in for his mouth again, her fingers quickly made short
work of his buttoned and zippered fly, until his pants were down by
his ankles. Ripley smiled as she moved back and grabbing the sides of
his boxer shorts, began to pull them down. She traveled with the
underwear, carefully removing them and his pants from one real leg and
then from his artificial leg.
When she looked back up, she drank in Jake's full naked presence.
"Wow," she said smiling. "I am one lucky lady."