Deckard decided to go on a summer cruise for his holidays. Alas luck was not with him and disaster struck, as the cruise liner sank and Deckard barely escaped by jumping into a life boat. Eventually, he ran aground on a deserted island with barely enough fresh water and food to survive.
Weeks went by without rescue and then one fine afternoon a beautiful vision of a woman in a cut-off dive suit rose out of the water.
Deckard was stunned as she was his dream girl; with the legs, huge breasts and ass to die for.
She approached and he explained the huge disaster that had befallen him.
The beautiful woman, who now realised she would be trapped alone with Deckard, started to flirt with him.
She said in a rather sexy voice, "I have something I'm sure you've missed while you've been here, in my left zip pocket."
She pulled out a whiskey hip flask!
Seeing Deckard's obvious pleasure the woman edged closer and she whispered, "I have something else in my right zip pocket I know you'll enjoy."
Deckard began to get really excited, with the flavour of Ol' Jim still on his lips, he asked, "What is it?"
He watched as this hot vision of a woman teased out the finest Cuban cigar he had ever seen.
Dusk was falling and the waves lapped onto the beach. The woman gave Deckard a little giggle and got up.
She started to unzip her wet suit so slowly, inch by inch, soon to reveal the huge magnificence hidden there.
She said, "We'll be here all alone for who knows how long and I have something in here that I know you've missed and wanted for these last weeks"
By now Deckard had risen from the floor. His hands were trembling with anticipation and his heart beat so hard in his chest. He just couldn't believe her words.
He looked into her eyes and asked, "Don't tell me you got Wifi?"