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Big Bend
by Rosa (rosa6262@yahoo.com)
edited by Kellis
***
A woman takes a trip into the wilderness to clear her
mind after breaking up with a lover. There she has an
experience that she'll never forget. (MF, cons, rom)
***
Author's Note: This story is a fantasy. The facts are
false except in the depths of my imagination, as twisted
as that can be. All characters are fictional. Any
resemblance to real people, alive or dead is
coincidental. Warning: This story contains sexually
explicit material and is for the entertainment of adults
only. Persons under 18 or who are offended by sexually
explicit material should not read it.
***
In the south of Texas there is a national park known as
Big Bend. The name comes from the bend in the bottom of
the shape of Texas. It is the largest park in Texas and
has more than 150 miles of trails. If you are into
camping and hiking, as I am, it is worth the trip.
I have been to Big Bend three times in my life. All
three times were memorable. The first time was when I
was a youth and my family was on vacation. That trip is
what put the love of hiking into me. The second time was
after I had broken off an engagement to get married. I
was able to put an ending to the emotions involved in
the break up. The third time was when I changed places
of employment. I had been working for almost a year
without a break. I was unsatisfied with my current
employment and made the decision to change on the trip.
That trip is the focus of this story.
Hiking is the hobby I have that surprises most people,
being a girl 4' 11" tall at 89 pounds. This makes a
small stride and not much support for a backpack of
supplies. I have to train constantly to be prepared for
a trip like this. I walk three miles daily and work out
in the gym once a week. This being my third trip to Big
Bend, I knew how I needed to prepare. In past trips I
wasn't in shape to take the longest trails or to pack
for overnight. This time was different. I was going for
the longest trail at the park. It would require a heavy
pack of supplies and I prepared myself accordingly.
South Texas is hot year round. In the summer it's
unbearably hot. This trip was over the Christmas
holidays to avoid dangerous temperatures. Even then the
temperature reaches the high eighties and low nineties
during the day while dropping near freezing at night.
This demands packing appropriate supplies such as water,
cool clothing, warm sleeping gear, and a good hat.
The day started simple enough. I parked my jeep at the
ranger station. The park required that every hiker get a
permit to enter the trail. This so the rangers can keep
track of who is on the trail in case of emergency. If
you don't come back in reasonable time they start a
search.
The ranger, I will call Brad, took one look at me and
shook his head. I have to admit I didn't look like the
hiker type. I was wearing a loose shirt that buttoned up
the front but was tied in a knot at my waist. I had on
khaki shorts that were rolled up at the bottom, showing
all my legs. I had on wool socks that came up half my
calf with high top hiking boots. Underneath all this I
wore a black bikini swim suit top. My shirt was
unbuttoned showing the top underneath. My long red hair
was braided back, and my straw hat was hanging down my
back with a string tied around my neck.
"Are there many other hikers on the trail?" I asked. I
prefer to be alone. Running into other hikers spoils the
atmosphere of getting back into nature. I wanted to get
away from other humans.
"Not today," he replied. "You're the only one going up
on Christmas day."
I had forgotten it was Christmas day. While the rest of
the world were with their families and stuffing their
faces I would be communing with nature. Children would
be opening gifts from Santa Clause while I was
exploring.
"Good, I like it that way," I laughed at him.
He stamped my permit, gave me a map and had me check
that I had all the necessary supplies. He gave me the
lecture on safety and I was off. I was aggravated at the
fact that this ranger thought I didn't know what I was
doing. I could take care of myself. I wasn't an amateur
at this.
The trail I was taking was not long at all in terms of
average trail lengths around the country. It was only
15.3 miles one way. But I was there for the weekend. I
was staying out 3 days and two nights. I would hike out
to a secluded spot to camp, spend the next day hiking
around that area and return after the second night in
camp.
The trip started as planned. The desert mountains are
beautiful. The hike in was down hill, which is
beneficial considering the weight of the water I was
caring. On the way out I would have by then diminished
the water to minimal amounts. The air was crisp but
warm. By mid-day I had shed my shirt and was walking in
my bikini top. I found a clearing near sundown and
pitched camp.
My tent was one of those little things that come folded
so small it could fit in a purse. When put up it was the
size of a large dog house. It was meant for two people
to sleep in but not comfortably if they were large.
I made a small fire, cooked dinner and crawled into my
sleeping bag to keep warm. I was relaxed completely
after the long hike of the day and fell asleep quickly.
*
The next day I spent exploring the area around the camp.
All alone in the wilderness was so relaxing and
peaceful. I kept thinking about how at peace I was. I
also kept Brad, the ranger, running in my head. He was
tall -- well, everyone is tall to me -- and handsome. He
had light colored hair and his body looked like he
worked out. I was imagining him as a life guard on the
beach.
That afternoon trouble hit. A hard winter storm was
blowing down from the Rockies into the west Texas area.
Further north it was snowing. As for me, I was getting
rain and ice. The cold wind froze the rain as it fell.
It was wet, windy, icy and really cold.
When the storm hit, I was about a mile from the tent. By
the time I reached it I was wet and freezing. I was also
scared. I stripped out of my wet clothes, dried off and
climbed into the sleeping bag. I was in serious trouble
and didn't know what to do. I had food and water to last
another day, but sooner or later I was going to have to
walk out of here. All I had that was warm and dry was a
sleeping bag.
*
The next morning I peeked out of the tent at the winter
wonder land around me. The desert terrain was covered in
ice. Icicles dripped from every branch of bush, mesquite
tree and cactus. My tent was crisp and stiff from the
sheet of ice covering it. It was beautiful, cold and
deadly.
I was stuck. With my only protection from the cold being
my sleeping bag, my only choice was to stay there and
wait for warmer weather or help to arrive. I was really
worried.
About mid morning I heard noises in the camp. It could
have been any animal around so I ignored it. Then a
voice rang out.
"Anyone here?" the voice called.
It was the ranger, Brad.
"I am in the tent," I yelled back.
As he was unzipped the entrance to the tent I was
crawling out of the sleeping bag. That's when I realized
I was naked and Brad was coming in. I quickly pulled
myself back into the sleeping bag but not before he got
a glimpse of my breasts.
He was wet all over. He was wearing a yellow rain coat
but was still soaked through. His lips were blue and he
was shaking.
"Oh my god, you're freezing!" I exclaimed. "What are you
doing out in this weather?"
Through the chattering of his teeth he answered, "When
the storm blew in I came looking for you. I have been
out all night searching."
I knew he needed to get warm quickly but the only warm
spot was my sleeping bag. I sat up, letting the sleeping
bag fall from around my breasts. He was looking at me
but was in no condition to take advantage. I started
undressing him.
"You have to get out of those wet clothes."
I was scared even more now. Not only was I in the middle
of a desert mountain range, in the middle of an ice
storm, without any winter clothes, but I also had a
ranger who was going to freeze to death on me.
With a lot of effort on my part I stripped him down and
helped him crawl into the sleeping bag with me. My
sleeping bag wasn't meant for two people but I was small
and we managed. When I first felt his skin it was as if
I was touching an ice cube. I had to force myself to
wrap my legs and arms around him. His whole body was
shaking. I forgot about being naked with this man and
concentrated on warming him up.
After 20 minutes or so he stopped shaking. His body was
becoming warm to the touch. He had fallen asleep from
the exhaustion of searching for me in the cold. He
didn't snore but his breathing was heavy. He slept for
about 5 hours.
While he slept I laid with my head on his chest. I kept
staring at his face. He was a very handsome man. I
caressed his arms and shoulders with my hand. I was
becoming very aroused by him. Several times he moved in
his sleep wrapping his arms around me. This gave me
comfort over the fear I had earlier. I knew I was going
to be all right now. All that I was feeling was
attraction to this naked man I was with.
When he finally awoke, he jumped. He looked into my face
and I into his. He had a look of relief that changed to
a look of worry, realizing we were naked together in a
sleeping bag and I was the girl he was suppose to be
rescuing.
"How long have I been asleep?" he asked.
"A few hours," I replied quietly.
He tried to pull out of the sleeping bag.
"Where you going?" I asked, holding him from moving. "We
can't leave. Our clothes are wet. We will freeze out
there."
He stopped squirming and reluctantly laid down, putting
his arms back around me.
"What are we going to do?" I asked.
He answered doubtfully, "Well, we can try to walk out of
here in the cold..."
"No way," I interrupted. "Are there others looking?"
"No. I fell and broke my radio. So for now no one knows
we are out here. We will have to wait for help or warmer
weather."
We both laid there quietly. I rested my head on his
chest. He relaxed a little and held me firm with his
arms. I returned to caressing his chest with my hand.
The wind was still now as the light faded away. Brad
opened his pack and pulled a battery powered lantern
out. It lit up the tent as we stared at the walls. They
glowed in the light. The neon green fabric reflected the
light causing everything to look pale and green.
All I could do was look at Brad. I wanted him to take
me, kiss me and make love to me. I could tell he wanted
the same thing. I could feel his pecker getting hard
against my body. Our faces were just an inch apart.
"I want to kiss you," he said huskily.
"I want to kiss you back," I quickly replied.
With that our faces came together. My whole body melted
as he kissed me. He parted my lips with his tongue as it
searched my mouth. squeezed his body close to mine,
holding on as if he would pull away.
The world outside the tent didn't exist any longer. All
of my world at that moment was in the sleeping bag. I
had come to Big Bend for hiking, thinking it would clear
my head of the hassles of life back home. Hiking hadn't
accomplished that goal, but Brad did it in one kiss.
His hand roamed to my breast as my own hand found his
erection. My nipples were erect and sensitive. His dick
was big and hard. We kissed while our hands explored
each other. He kissed my neck, sending goose bumps down
my back. I was hot and wanted him in me.
I couldn't wait any longer. I climbed on top of him as
the sleeping bag fell from my body. The temperature
outside the tent was freezing but inside it had warmed
up from our breathing and body heat. I reached for his
pecker, guiding it into me. I moaned loudly as it spread
my lips while I lowered myself to its base. Slowly I
raised and let myself down on his erection as we stared
into each other's eyes. I leaned my head back as he
rubbed my breasts and pinched my nipples between his
fingers.
It felt wonderful to have that large dick sliding in and
out of my wet pussy. I fell forward and kissed his lips
while not losing the rhythm of making love to him. His
hands were on my hips, helping the motion. His dick
started throbbing as his come filled me. I could feel it
flowing into me, coating my insides.
This set me off and our orgasms shook our bodies as we
kissed. His tongue searching my mouth while I was
gasping for air through my nostrils. We released our
kiss as my weight collapsed onto his body. I slid down
beside him as his dick slid from me. My arm crossed his
chest while his wrapped tightly around me.
"Are you all right?" he asked, concerned from my hard
breathing.
"Yes, you take my breath away. I just need to breathe."
*
I awoke the next morning as he was sliding out of the
bag. He opened the tent and stuck his head out for a
look. "The temperature is warm enough for us to hike
out of here," he announced. "It will be cold but we
won't be in any danger."
I really didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay in that
sleeping bag with him. But we put on our clothes, which
were still damp and cold. The hike to civilization as we
know it was up hill. I felt like I was leaving
civilization behind for the jungle of everyday life. The
hike was strenuous with our packs. We kept sliding down
on the muddy slopes. Brad had traded me his pack for
mine since mine had the bag and tent. The hike was
enough work to keep us warm.
By mid-afternoon we were getting close to the ranger
station. We ran into a search party that was just
starting to look for the missing ranger and a camper who
had logged out 3 days earlier. The search team carried
our packs for us the rest of the way.
When we reached the ranger station a couple of reporters
were there covering the story. Brad's commander escorted
us into the station without being bothered too much. We
told him the story of my being stranded by the weather
and how Brad valiantly searched and found me. We left
out the juicy parts of being naked together in a
sleeping bag. After we told our story I asked if Brad
could drive me to a motel.
I wasn't going to spend another night in the tent. He
gave the okay and I handed Brad the keys to the jeep. As
we pulled out I was staring at him. He was covered in
mud from the hike up the trail. Covered in mud myself, I
sat with my legs pointed sideways on the seat watching
him drive. He was beautiful.
"I need a shower," I said. "Want to take one with me?"
He just looked at me.
"How about your place?" I asked.
A few miles further and he turned off the road. We were
headed for a shower and a warm bed. The next day Brad
showed me the local paper that ran a story of how the
brave ranger conquered the elements to rescue the
stranded camper. It had a bad file photo of Brad in his
uniform and a long testimony from his commander on how
the rangers' quality training was invaluable in saving
my life.
"Saved your life," he said. "If I hadn't found you I
would have frozen to death. I think you saved my life."
I agree in regard to his physical rescue. He was lucky
he found my tent. But the mental rescue came from him. I
was lost in my thoughts and Brad rescued me. I went home
refreshed to conquer whatever came my way. Brad and I
still write. I am planning a trip to hike Pike's Peak in
Colorado this summer. Brad is arranging his vacation to
go with me. It's going to be a great trip.
END
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