The sky was darkening, thunderclouds rolling toward our island home.  The wind was picking up, whistling along the cave walls.  A clap of thunder punctuated a flash of lightning; the storm was growing close.  The first drops of rain fell, coating the earth with its wet embrace.  The waves were kicking up and from my prone position I could hear them breaking against the shore.

            I looked up from between Collette's thighs at the threatening storm.  It looked menacing, the sky growing dark, the waves white capping. 

            "Don't stop," Collette breathed.

            I dropped my head again and once again slipped my tongue inside her pussy.  I wiggled the muscle in large vertical ovals, pressing against the walls of her sex.  My hands flexed impotently, tied tautly behind my back, the vines biting into my wrists.  I shifted my knees on the sand floor of the cave to get better purchase, trying to ease some of the discomfort in my stomach from holding myself above Collette's body.

            Collette had informed me it would take five orgasms for her before she would release my hands, and currently I was working on her third.  My tongue probed her sex, massaging her silken folds with strong swipes.  I worked my jaw in a chomping motion, using my mouth to pleasure her. 

            I slid my tongue higher and caressed her clit with the wet tip of my tongue. Lazy circles over the hard nub of sensitive flesh elicited erotic moans of growing pleasure.  My tongue danced over her clit and she screamed in heated bliss as her third orgasm climbed through her body.  Her back arched, her fingers dug into the earth.  She screamed loudly as she came and another thunderclap echoed her passion.

            A mist of water landed on our naked bodies, the wind blowing the rain into the cave.  Collette sat up on her elbows to look at me.  Breathing heavily she whispered, "That's three."

            I started to reply when the lights in the cave went out.  Lightning danced in the sky outside the cave and the wind began screaming through the trees.  The white-capped waves were cresting higher than I had seen them since our arrival at the island.  I glanced at the shaft leading from the cave to the waterfall, and found it was not spinning.  With no force to the alternator, the inverter was not receiving any power.  The storm had somehow interfered with the shaft that was fueled by the waterfall.

            The wind rose, blowing into the cave forcefully.  "Shit," I muttered.

            Collette stepped behind me and untied my hands, "you owe me," she said, trying to keep the tension from her voice, keeping the mood light.  I could detect just a hint of nervousness in her voice.

She released the vines, and with my hands free I rapidly disconnected the inverter and alternator.  It appeared we were in for a nasty storm, and I did not want to risk damaging what little equipment we had.  Lightning flashed beyond the mouth of the cave and a moment later the thunder hammered the earth, shaking the ground.  "It's bad," I said, nodding gently.

I could feel my body tense as the storm grew closer.  The cave was dark, the sky outside turning the color of an ugly bruise.  Lighting was flashing more often, the flashes illuminating the cave.  My face was lined with tension and when I looked at Collette she seemed almost calm.  I smiled at her; she was wearing the same stoic face that she had worn when our plane had crashed so many months ago.  Shaking my head in amazement at her strength, I took the now disconnected power components to the rear of the cave.

The cave shook again and dust fell from the ceiling.  I glanced at the dark roof of our home and back out the cave mouth.  The dark sky was alive with lightning, flashes of light forking through the sky towards the ocean beyond.  The waves were immense; I guessed over twelve feet high.  The water was high on the beach, reaching beyond the normal slope of the high tide line.  The sound of the thunder mixing with the breaking waves was deafening, echoing in the hollow cave we called home.

I placed the components in a suitcase and zipped it up in an effort to insure that they remained dry.  Returning to the front of the cave, standing next to Collette just beyond the reach of the driving mist that was blowing into the cave, I repeated, "It's bad."

"Hurricane?" Collette asked, voicing my fears.

I nodded, "probably."

I pushed the shaft for the alternator from the mouth of the cave, getting drenched by the cold, pelting rain.  I could see the palm trees bending in the wind, the green fronds folded together in the wind.  A loud crack above me forced me to duck involuntarily.  I looked over my shoulder as a thin tree was snapped in half in the driving wind.  The top of the tree, now free from the roots, skidded along the ground before disappearing in the sheeting rain.  Shaking from the cold water I ran back into the cave.  "It's bad," I said a third time.

The two of us walked to the rear of the cave and out of the range of the cold wind driven rain.  The wind was screaming like a newborn child, piercing the normally calm air.  The waves were angry spans of foamy hatred, breaking against the shore with fury.  I shivered in the windy air and used a shirt to dry my body.  I tossed the now wet shirt aside and together Collette and I dressed, trying to ease the bite of the howling wind.

I donned a pair of jeans and a black pullover shirt while Collette pulled on a pair of blue slacks and a gray sweater.  Dressed to ease the assault of the elements we booth sat down, leaning against the back wall of the cave.  I stared uneasily at the raging storm, fortunate that the mouth of the cave was not in line with the wind.  The wind was still screaming, nonetheless, and I shivered in the cold assailing air current.  Collette still seemed mostly calm, knowing that there was nothing that we could do now but wait out the storm.

The waves were beautiful in their fury, breaking along the shore angrily.  White capped pistons of rage damaging the shore, spurred on by the hurricane.  The wind was a high-pitched scream that grew louder with each passing moment until I could no longer hear myself think. A sound rose above the screaming wind and it wasn't until Collette pinched my arm that I realized she had spoke.

"I'm sorry," I shouted, trying to be heard over the wind.

"Cage," she shouted back.

"What?"

Collette stood up and pulled me by my hand with her into the cage.  She shut us inside, behind the vertical slats of the cage walls, and secured the door with more of the vine that had bound my hands so tightly behind my back not two hours before.  With the door of the cage secured we sat down again to continue our mostly silent vigil. 

Debris raced along outside the cave and an occasional branch of a tree skirted into the cave, forced in by the raging storm.  One branch flew into the cave, bounced almost silently off of the ceiling before landing at the back of the cave where Collette and I had first started our vigil.  I now understood exactly why we were taking refuge in the cage, an added wall of protection against the larger debris that we had no control over.  Sitting in the cage, the frond of a once proud palm tree lying wilted and wet ten feet away showed me exactly how intelligent Collette was, how calm and clear thinking she was, even in an emergency.

I looked at her and she was smiling wanly, a knowing smile of someone that had just prevented fate from landing the cheap blow.  The sky was black, the visibility outside the cave no more than two or three feet.  I could no longer see the ocean or hear the angry waves, but I knew they were still there, unseen but not forgotten, a lion lying in wait for an unwary victim.

The hours passed in silence, the storm raging outside, with only the gray view of the falling rain to delight our eyes.  Thunder continued to beat its savage drum, punctuating the sound of the rain and wind as it continued unmercifully to pummel our tropical paradise.  The cave floor was soaked and soon Collette and I found ourselves sitting in a small puddle. 

Lazy rivulets of water rippled along the floor of the cave, the sand no longer able to absorb the torrent that spilled onto it.  The puddles grew and collected, running together, growing larger on the floor of our home.  The water became almost an inch high and as our clothes became saturated the temperature appeared to drop.  I was shaking slightly as the cold penetrated my skin.

The dark sky outside was like a gray sheet hanging at the cave mouth.  Visibility was gone; rain fell in stinging sheets and the wind howled, sounding eerily like a wolf baying at the moon.  Huddled together, our arms intertwined, we waited out the storm.  My heart was jack hammering in my chest, worried that the unforeseen was hiding in wait to pounce like that lion on the Serengeti.

Trembling at the cold as we sat in our wet clothes we waited and watched.  Slowly the hours passed, the storm raging outside the cave in uncontrolled fury.  The window of view provided by the mouth of the cave grew lighter, the dark gray giving way to a lighter hue.  The wind, once a cacophony of noise fell to a heavy breeze that seemed more musical than violent.  The rain began to start and stop in random bursts, indicating that the worst of the storm had passed.

It had been roughly eight hours.  Eight hours spent sitting as impotently as my bound hands had been earlier, waiting for the storm to pass.  When the wind became a gentle caress and the sun made its first fleeting appearance Collette and I, our wet clothes discarded, sloshed through the soggy floor of our home and emerged from the cave. 

Trees were overturned, leaning on their sides or broken completely, pieces of them lost in a maze of debris.  To my right I could barely hear the waterfall as the water crashed down the hillside into the gentle lagoon.  I could see the beach as the sky lightened, the angry waves still pounding the dark shore.  I walked towards the beach as Collette turned towards the lagoon.

The plane, a relic now, rusting in the tropical heat was half covered with leaves and twigs and vines and sand.  The graves that I had dug so many months ago were mercifully undisturbed.  The water that lapped my naked feet was warm and without realizing it I breathed a sigh of relief.  We lived now, trapped on a Tropical Island, and we had experienced our first hurricane.  On the mainland, a lifetime ago, the storm had a name; to me that name was relief.  We were lucky that the storm had not passed directly overhead; the eye had not pummeled us.  Still, it dawned on me that we needed to make additional preparations for the next hurricane, whenever it appeared.

I met Collette back at the cave and we shared the information that besides a few toppled trees and thick patches of wet mud, we came through relatively unscathed.  We decided to wait until the cave was dry to rebuild the lighting system.  I checked the components in the suitcase and was thankful to see that they came through undamaged. 

I pulled the tree fronds from the cave.  Using the last one as I broom I swept most of the standing water from the floor of our home and into the now bright sunlight.  Collette hung our clothes out to dry, draping them over a line of vines strung tautly for just such a purpose.  We typically ran around nude, but as today proved; dry clothing sometimes came in handy.

When we had finished cleaning up after the storm Collette came to me, her eyes thick with passion.  The fury of the storm had invigorated her and I could read the look of passion in her eyes.  She was holding a length of vine and as she spun me around she said, delight gleaming in her dark brown eyes, "We were interrupted.  I guess you'll just have to start over."

I winced as she once again tied my hands behind my back.  Collette grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the ground.  She was wet with excitement; the storm having set her senses on fire and now my tongue would quench her.  I lapped at her pussy, savoring the taste of her excitement.  Kneeling between her thighs, the wet sand sticking to my knees, I pleasured her with my tongue. 

Collette spread her legs wider, allowing me better access to her sex.  She gripped my shoulders and as I danced my tongue over her clit she came loudly.  She held my shoulders, her nails digging into me, causing me to suck in a wet breath of air through clenched teeth.  Her knees shook weakly and she gripped me for support.  Her breathing was heated and shallow, excited pants that aroused me.

My hands, tied behind my back, opened and closed, long to hold her to me, denied by the coarse vine that bit into my skin.  I kept my tongue dancing along the engorged folds of her sex as she came, maintaining the pleasure that coursed though her tense body. 

Breathing heavily, Collette lowered herself to the ground and whispered, "That's one."