Off The Grid

[ArcticAvenue]

((Closed for mouthwatering))

When he spotted her for the first time, the earth moved. It quite literally moved.

Lou was three days into the hike of a lifetime, and it wasn’t going to plan. He first visited this forest and these hills as a scout, but then for only an overnight just off the parking lot. He returned a few years later with the guys in school, but they only went in on a day hike. Now that he had a real job, his first real vacation was going to be off the grid, completely.

He saved his checks to get the most out of this experience and had packed up with only the best. Willow Brand 3-Season ultralight sleeping bag with boot warmer extension. Keer Oregon Weather-Proof low cut hiking boots, with a traction rating for above average rock grip capabilities, size 10-wide. Gamin Idaho RT hand-held GPS with 3D Base Terrain and 3-axis tilt compensated compass. Nero 1-Man tent weighing in at exactly 2.758 pounds, thank you very much. Jet Blue mini-propane boiler, perfect for the 7.9 lbs of dried noodles, oatmeal, and rice he brought for substance (beyond of course, 20 pack of candy bars). Sahara water purification system, capable of processing 3 liters a minute, opting for the slower model to save 0.67 pounds. Seven pairs of wool-poly blend hiker grade socks, three pairs of fungus resistance undergarments, four pairs of running shorts, and two t-shirts both saying “life is a hike”. Then the best of all, the Orey Aether 76 backpack with 4300 cubic inch capacity, front & side loading zippers, ice-pick/trek pole guides (not that he needed them), hydration pack included, and optional weatherproof cover.

Four months ago, he mapped out the route he took, documenting it so that it is passed to the appropriate park personnel as stated in the “backcountry guidelines”. It included following the Big Rock trail to the junction of Kings Cross trail then onward back to the Jordan Loop. He would hike approximately 15 miles per day, give or take the accurate distance to the assigned camping areas, and allowing a smaller distance on the first day for him to get accustomed to the trail. He trained using similar routes in local parks, and timed is average mileage per hour so he can account for the proper loads and speeds. If all goes to plan … make that When all goes to plan, Lou would return seven days after departing his car in the park office parking lot.

He lived by the simple rule: “There is no such thing as a reckless hiker, only an underprepared hiker.” No one would have mistaken Lou for being unprepared.

Day One went as planned, arriving at Big Rock without a hitch. Then Day Two happened. Kings Cross was not marked as the park map had said it was supposed to, and what the map showed didn’t match his GPS. After backtracking for 1.3 miles, Lou was forced to take a secondary route to make up for time. Arriving after dark, he made camp where he thought was the assigned camping area was but by morning it seemed to not be consistent with the directions given to him three months ago by the park ranger. Also, what was supposed to be a little bit of rain forecasted for Day 3 became a downpour. He took a path that he thought was supposed to get him back to the Kings Cross trail, but it started winding along a steep hillside, thick with mud. He could feel the water start to seep in over the top of his boots, regretting now in skipping the full ankle coverage. His water was getting low, not knowing where the next acceptable spring was at. With every step he made, the mud and earth underneath him sank further.

He circled around a tree, looking out across a treeless muddy stretch of hillside. As he stepped across it, something appeared moving into that same space. At first, through the rain, all he could see was a mass of hair. Then, in the instant he recognized it as a woman, the earth moved. Literally. The ground beneath his feet began moving downhill, pulling him with him. He started cascading down over rocks, shrubs, trees. When he came to a stop, he knew only three things: his pack felt much lighter, he was nowhere near the trail, and his left ankle hurt. It hurt alot.

This was not good.

 

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Sunshine chewed on the wild mint leaves she had picked earlier that day, to get the bitter taste of the mushrooms out of her mouth. She loved these woods, they provided everything she could ask for. At least, almost everything. There were too many trails through the mountains, and too many hikers following them, but the region was a maze of tight valleys and nobody knew them the way that Sunshine did. It was easy for her to find places where her plants could grow unmolested.

Except in the short winters, she lived out here, mostly on wild plants and occasionally fish she could in the streams, when she felt the need for flesh. In two years, nobody had found her camp without her guiding them, and she hiked out once or twice a month to an organic farm nearby where she traded and soaked up human contact for a day or two before returning to her place. She had been with them last night, and today she was heading home. On the outskirts of the park, she had run into a couple of backpackers, laden with gear, toiling up a rocky trail, who had seemed concerned.

It was sweet, really, she thought. She knew she must look strange to them, strolling up the mountain in a long, loose skirt and a haltertop, with nothing on her feet but flip flops, and a canvas sack slung over her shoulder. She heard them fussing at each other after she passed, and sighed. That happened a lot when she met couples. The goddess had gifted her with a lush, curvy figure that men loved to look at, and she supposed it made their women jealous. It wasn't that she tried to be sexy, or anything. She rarely wore make up, and her hair was a dozen long, ropey dreads that hung to her narrow waist. Her clothes were chosen for comfort and utility, and on summer days like this, she was as happy without them, though she'd have to get off the marked and maintained trails before she went that way.

By late afternoon, she was getting close. A light rain had been falling, and the trail was slippery. It had been a wet summer, and as the rain picked up, it poured down the mountainsides, the ground too saturated to soak it up. She smiled. Her waterfall would be pouring by the time she got there, and she could have a good long soak to clean the stench of civilization off her. When she got to the mudslide, by the crooked tree that marked the way to her camp, she saw a stranger.

There weren't many out this far, on this trail which wasn't on any of the maps, but it wasn't completely unheard of. He was almost armored in synthetic fabrics, plastics and unnatural alloys, as though the forest was some alien world, hostile to human life. It was almost offensive, and would have been if it wasn't so silly. She giggled, and the sound seemed to echo through the trees. The mushrooms were kicking in.

For a moment, she thought she had just imagined the man, because he was gone, but then she saw the mudslide moving, and a moment later the ground slid out from under her feet and she was sliding too. She kept loose, letting the moving mud carry her around the bigger rocks and the trunks of those trees that still managed to stand on this huge scar on the mountainside. She had been standing at the edge, so she was swept about a hundred yards down the slope in maybe a second before she rolled free and sat on the side of the hill, laughing, exhilarated by the sudden fall.

When she stood up, she realized she was absolutely covered in red mud. her skirt was torn and dangling from the branches of a tree another fifty yards down the slope, and her flip flops were gone. Her halter still hung around her neck, but the back had ripped, so she took it off and clambered carefully down the mountainside wearing nothing but her panties.

She was looking for her sack, which had grains and herbs and a precious brick of cheese when she spotted the stranger. He was half buried in the mud at the bottom of the hill, and though he was moving, he wasn't going anywhere. That wasn't good. He had been right in the middle of the slide when it took him, and he'd had a much longer ride, but he was in a bad spot, all the trees and rocks that had been swept down when the ground gave way were jumbled up there, a treacherous mound of debris covered in thick mud. Worse than that, if the rain kept up and the slide started again, he'd be buried.

Slowly, she picked her way out, testing each footstep and still sinking to her waist once. She felt the pressure of the slide above her and sent her thoughts to the mountain, begging for his patience. When she finally reached the stranger, she realized he was hurt. It wasn't surprising, really, when she looked up, she couldn't even see the trail, and only spotted the crooked tree because she knew to look for it. She caught the man under his arms and slowly dragged him to the edge of the slide, on the far side from where she had been. She wasn't going to find her bag again, but at least she was safe.

The stranger, on the other hand, was hurt, and it was raining, and night was coming. It would be cold soon, and while she might make it to her camp before dark, there was no way that he could. The mountain had obviously meant for them to meet. It had waited until they saw each other, and then it had thrown them down here for some reason. It had ripped most of her clothes off in the process she thought, and grinned. Maybe that was the reason. But first things first. They were both getting chilled, and dragging him out of the mud had been exhausting.

"There's a cave just up there," she pointed to a place where the bare rocky bones of the mountain showed through. "Do you think you can make it up there?" She half dragged him up right, letting him lean on her, though he was quite a bit bigger than she was. "Once you're out of the rain, I'll gather some wood and we can have a fire, OK?"

 

[ArcticAvenue]

He felt dizzy, disoriented, and in pain. Initially it was just the ankle, feeling it twist when he took the last of the tumbles. Then the rock that jutted into into his side took it’s place on the pain scale. Then the stinging from the cut along his right bicep. Then his head, oh man his head.

When he first tried to move he couldn’t. Not in one of those, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” couldn’t. Literally, he couldn’t move. Mud had covered his legs. His first thought was to push it around, maybe he can free himself up there. Groggy, it just became an attempt to swing at mystery legs beneath him. He made a reach behind him for his backpack, remembering the shovel that hung from the second highest hook on the right hand side, where the ice pick was meant to go, placed there for rapid retrieval when it became time to dig emergency privies. In his stunned state, he swung slowly for the bag and found nothing. This only meant one thing:

He was concussed. Common symptoms of a concussion are hallucinating. It was just not a possibility that the Orey Aether 76 backpack could have disappeared.

While he came to grips with this, he started to move. Slowly his butt was moving backwards over the mud. His mystery legs began to reappear. Strangely enough, it almost felt like the backpack was pulling him by the shoulders out of this landslide. He looked up, and the backpack, it had hair. A lot of hair.

He closed his eye, letting his head catch up with the rest of him. When he reopened them, he found his savior was a woman. She had to been the one he saw just before he fell. She was covered with much more mud now, but … yeah … he remembered the hair.

With her help, he got to his feet. The running shorts he was wearing were in shambles, and he was left only wearing fungal resistant undergarment, which was similar to biker shorts but not as showy around the junk. His shirt hung from one shoulder, tearing most of one side off. Being a hiker, he was slim under the torn clothing, since more body fat more wear on a pair of hiking shoes. But the situation with his clothes worried Lou. This wasn’t exactly how you dress around women, even if they are saving your life.

She mentioned a cave, and with her help he proped an arm around her shoulder to limp in that direction. He was tall, and she was at least a half foot short, so he tried his best to not put too much weight on her. It was hard going to say the least, and the arm around her shoulder kept grabbing at her side for support. He noticed she was as mud covered as he if not more. Where his hand was, he noticed she had a fairly firm side. A round side. A round and supple side. A firm, round, supple side with tender nipple atop it.

Confused he turned his head towards his hand, and found this whole way he was cupping the woman’s breast.

“Holy Crap, You’re Naked!”

 

[mouthwatering]

He was a big man, and heavy, but she was not the kind of weak girl who couldn't handle the weight. He was doing his best to walk on his own, and they made it up to the cave without too much trouble, though they were both out of breath when they got there. He had been fondling her breast as they walked, which was warming her up as least as much as the exercise, but then he was shocked when he looked at her and saw she was naked. She looked up, and his face looked like a cartoon, and she started to giggle.

"Well, yeah," she said. "The mudslide pretty much stripped everything." She lowered him to the dry ground just inside the cave and stood over him, grinning. The rain had rinsed some of the mud off, leaving streaks of bare skin, tanned brown from the sun. "Sort of like the world was trying to tell me something, you know?"

She looked down, smiling. He was in decent shape, though he was obviously from the city and most of his physique came from the gym. There was a glow around him though, that was muddied by fear and pain, but still impossible to miss. She felt a surge of arousal growing in her and part of her wanted to jump him right there and then.

"Don't worry," she whispered, "I'll take care of you." She stepped back out into the rain, and every drop on her bare skin felt like a kiss, every trickle down her body a caress.

She set about gathering wood for a fire, and the world rewarded her with her lighter, the silver glinting in the dim light as it stuck out of the mud. Soon, they would have a fire.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Laying back on the dry ground in the cave, Lou remained both physically and mentally stunned by the last few minutes. The pain, whether from his ankle, from cuts, or from random muscles rattled through cavities in his brain so much that it just were waves of directionless aching. Add to that it’s not everyday that your feet are pulled out from underneath you by the actual ground you are standing on. Add to that a savior arrives in the form of a smaller someone who took the same slide, but came out unharmed, naked, and didn’t get upset when he accidently felt her up.

When she took a step back into the rain and said she would take care of him, he found himself staring at her open mouthed. The hair that he first noticed was, well, huge; heavy dreadlocks down to her waist -- but that didn’t take long to notice more. She was smaller than he, like he noticed on their way here, but she wasn’t tiny thing. Her narrow waist moved to some impressive breasts. From the time he spent with them, he knew how firm and full those breasts were capped off with perfect areolas and nipples. When she welcomed the rain on her skin, it just seemed to enhance them even more. Soon enough, the water allowed some of the mud to subside leaving, what was to Lou, flawless flesh covering her. The fact she still wore panties didn’t keep Lou from noticing that he had a growingly embarrassing problem in his undershorts.

He knew his gear pretty well from good on-line research, and that probably best explains Lou’s knowledge of women. The only time he had seen anything like her was on a computer screen at home. Did she even suggest the world meant her to be that way? Sure, he had a couple notches on his belt (couple meaning “once”), but this wasn’t getting drunk with a friend in college, kissing leading to pawing, lasting just under a minute, then the lasting regret -- this was a flesh and blood naked woman who has flesh and blood sex.

He had to do something, or these mud covered cream-colored poly shorts would show of his stiffie like an upside down exclamation point. She went to make a fire, and that means they need to make a fire pit. He reached again for his pack, reminded how it was lost as much as him, and instead looked around for what was there. There were rocks, and that would do. Slowly he pushed enough rocks into a circle, just out of the rain, and perfect for whatever kindling she will find.

He couldn’t do much, but with this distraction he could probably hide his reducing manhood enough to not insult her for being aroused. Just as long as she didn’t come running back in completely stripped down or he could keep eye contact with those breasts to a minimum, he thought he would be fine. But man, it was starting to get cold.

 

[mouthwatering]

She was shivering by the time she made it back to the cave with the third armload of wood. It wasn't much, but it should get them through the night, as long as they kept the fire small. She started a strip of bark alight and slowly fed it until there was a cheerful campfire going in the ring of stones the man had made, and Sunshine stripped off her rain-drenched panties and crouched close to the fire, letting the heat dry her off and thinking about the man behind her. He had been shocked when he saw her, and even more when he saw she was naked. His expression when she told him she would take care of him was even stranger.

She looked at him, the orange firelight dancing on his mostly naked body. It was almost hypnotic. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, thinking about the threads of her life that had brought her here. The mushrooms she had eaten made them plain as day, though it offered little explanation, and she felt herself circling the truth. This was obviously important, and the way he seemed to glow, it was like he had been sent here for a reason.

"So," she said. "I'm Sunshine." There was a lot more she wanted to say, but she was still cold, and he looked so warm. She leaned against him and smiled up at him. His skin was warm, hot even. She felt like she could melt against him, and she purred and snuggled closer.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

While she was gone, Lou couldn't help but to continue the inventory in his head of what came up missing that could help them. Gauze and band-aids. Signaling mirror. Tent. Dry clothes. Dry socks. As he started to shiver he started feeling that pit of fear, this is going to get quite dire soon.

Water-proof matches. She returned with wood and got to work. Somewhere she had found a lighter. In no time it was getting warm. Dry noodles for dinner.

Sewing kit, so she could sew put clothes back on. Running shorts & t-shirt she could borrow so she didn't have to be just in her panties. As if on cue, she pulled off her panties. Then there she was. All of her. Not like he had much left to the imagination but, you just don't expect to see a woman like her, like that.

With his feet spread out in front of him, she found a spot sitting practically between his thighs. She shivered more than he, not surprisingly since she got the brunt of the rain. Sitting do close he could feel the heat from her body, that just felt nice. Three season sleeping bag.

"So," she said. "I'm Sunshine."

"Sunshine, that's ... That's pretty," he studdered. "Lou. That's my name I mean, I'm Lou." Sock to shove in his mouth to stop from sounding like an idiot.

She leaned back into him, cuddling into him even. Between her body heat, the fire, and just the rush of having such a beautiful naked thing next to him he started to feel warm. His hands surrounded her midrif, a movement he just assumed was the most natural way to hold her close.

His problem is, he didn't know where to put his hands. They were so close to her breasts that he didn't want to move upwards. Downwards would be a worse option. So they lay stiffly on each other, not even on her stomach.

"I ... I guess," he fumbled nervously, "I owe you my life ... For saving me that is, and ... Thanks!" Phone, to get her number.

 

[mouthwatering]

"You're welcome, Lou," she murmured softly. Between his body and the fire she was warming up, and the steady drum of the rain falling and the dance of the flames quickly put her in a warm, comfortable trance. The sense of peace was so powerful that she knew that this was something that had been meant to happen.

She snuggled back a little closer to him as she felt his hands around her waist, but she couldn't help noticing how tense he seemed. To be sure, the circumstances weren't the best, but they were alive and in no immediate danger. She turned to look at him, and the anxiety in his face shattered her calm. She shifted up, kneeling beside him, touching his face.

"What's wrong?" she said. "Are you hurt? Beside your ankle, I mean?" He didn't look hurt, but the mudslide had carried him much further than it had her, and something internal could have been bruised, but it felt wrong. He didn't seem like someone in pain.

He looked lost and afraid. And something else that she couldn't put her finger on. The longer she looked at him, with the firelight flickering on his face, the more she felt that sense of destiny. It might have been the mushrooms, she knew, but there was something about him. Her hand dropped from his cheek to his shoulder, and she felt the hard muscle she hadn't had time to notice before.

"It's going to be ok," she said. "Whatever it is, I will help you."

 

[ArcticAvenue]

“No … I … I,” he stuttered, “I’m n-n-not hurt.” He was warmer, much warmer, maybe even sweating. When she turned towards him, he could feel the heat grow in his skin. One hand stayed on her, moving to the small of her back just above the curve of her bottom. Under the flecks of mud still remaining, her skin felt soft and firm.

His other hand hovered where it lost her touch, not knowing where to go. “I’m … not … hurt … Sunshine … well, the ankle but … nothing else.“ She touched his cheek, the way he sometimes though it would be nice to be touched by a woman some day. Her hand moved to his shoulder and he wished it would go back to his cheek, but also wished she wouldn’t stop.

His eyes had been following her hand. When it stopped, he looked onward up her arm until he was staring at her breasts. With the fire behind her, she was silhouetted by an orange glow, like the warmth she radiated. So close to him, her body was like a dream, more so her breasts were like a dream. Full, firm, and capped with as perfect of an areola and nipple he could dream.

He pulled his eyes away and stared at the ceiling, turning red with embarrassment. His free hand, the one still looking for a home waved in front of her. “I’m sorry, I … I shouldn’t look at you. You are naked, and … you are too pretty and,” he shook his head frustratedly, “I mean I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. You’ve saved me and all but …”

His eyes kept moving around as he tried his best to not touch her unwantedly. In a moment of clarity he laughed. “I don’t even know where to put my hand so I don’t end up putting it on your … or your … I mean … I don’t even know where to put my hand.”

 

[mouthwatering]

He wasn't hurt. That was good, she thought, but he was stammering, and she wondered if he had maybe suffered some kind of brain damage. He was warm, so perhaps he had a fever of some kind. It was a cool, rainy evening, but he didn't strike her as the sickly sort. He was lean and healthy and handsome, in a clean-cut way. She couldn't imagine that they had anything in common, but he was here for a reason. She knew that without a doubt, and maybe there was a lesson to be learned.

As he spoke, she began to see what it might be. It had been a long time since she had accepted the mainstream society's repressive morals, but obviously, he had a belly full of it. He had come out to nature looking for something that he wasn't getting from the culture of gadgets and toys and things, and she could show him a better path. She could show him what the real world was like, when you opened your eyes and stepped away from all the screens.

"I kind of thought guys liked it when a girl got naked," she said, giggling. "But it's ok. This is how the goddess made me. If she wanted me to hide my body from you, don't you think she would have left me something dry to wear?" She straightened up, her arms reaching over her head so her breasts were lifted up. She turned so the fire light played across her skin, and her nipples stiffened as she watched them.

"Put your hand where ever you want to," she whispered. His eyes were giving her a pretty clear idea where that might be, so she took his hand and pressed his palm against her breast. It was warm and soft, and the pressure made her sigh softly with pleasure. Her life in the forest was ideal in many ways, but it was solitary, and there were times when she felt terribly lonely. She grinned at him, giggling at the expression on his face.

"It's ok," she said softly. "Why else would the world have brought us here like this?"

 

[ArcticAvenue]

When her hands went above her head, Lou felt he found himself in a dream. The body in front of him, wild tangles of dreadlocks, curves against a slim frame, sun-kissed skin, framed by the orange glow of the fire like an aura of sin. It was a vision he could have seen only a few times around random webpages, and if it was just on his computer screen he could really see himself spending time on that single site. Instead, it was here, she was here. Right in front of him.

"Put your hand where ever you want to,"

She did. Showing him what to do with it. Her breast only seemed to continue the dream. When he accidentally touched it before, he knew it was firm but now in a more intimate setting, he could feel it for its perfect nature. Round, forming easily in his hand, and perfectly shaped. The roughness of his palm rubbed into her nipple, feeling its growth on his skin. In any of the ideas he could make for a woman, this body, this form, this breast could not be more right to him.

"Why else would the world have brought us here like this?"

He looked up from her body towards her face. In the glow of the fire, she was shadowed by light. “Y-you,” he stammered, breathing the words as much as speaking it, “you are glowing. Like … like the sun.” He laughed lightly as he became noticeably calmer, “like Sunshine.”

His hand on her back slowly moved down to the curve of her buttocks. He slid it smoothly around her hip and traced where the curve met her thigh. Between the hand that was palming her breast and this following her bottom, he was beginning to embrace this dream, and realizing it was quite real in front of him.

 

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Sunshine squirmed with pleasure as Lou squeezed and massaged her breast, each touch seeming to send a jolt straight to her puss. Her senses, already amplified by the mushrooms she had eaten earlier, made even his most hesitant caresses almost overwhelming. As he grew more confident that he wasn't being teased, that this pleasure would not be taken away, his hands grew bolder, and her body seemed to burn.

When he spoke, it took every ounce of her focus just to listen to what he was saying, and when he said her name, she groaned. She didn't know if she was glowing or not, but she felt like she was about to melt into a boiling pool of fire at his feet.

"You're ... making me ... hotter ... than ... the sun," she whispered, panting for breath after every word or two. She looked in his eyes, hers wide with desire and she gave him a hungry smile. She took a deep breath so she could say what she had to in one breath. "I want you."

His other hand slide around her ass, teasing her thigh, and she inched closer to him, her face moving closer, her lips finding his lips. She kissed him hard, her need making any delicacy impossible.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

When her kiss found him, he groaned into her mouth with pleasure. Her lips were full, warm, and soft against his. Coming to meet him, the whole of her body felt into his. His hand left her breast so that her chest could press into his, and even through his torn shirt he could feel the erect nipples digging into his skin. The passion in her made him nearly fall backward to lay on the floor, with her on top of him.

What was always on the edge of being a painful erection, not pressed fully upward. The head of his member now poked out of from the waistband of the undershorts. As the space between them closed, he felt the sensitive head brush against her firm stomach. Immediately, he felt himself pulse, releasing some of his fluids onto their stomachs. In a moment of fear, his brain exploded with fear that he’d gone off too early, but he maintained his fullness although trapped under the elastic prison.

HIs hands began to move across her bottom, up the small of her back, and across her skin slowly. This incredible woman, so beautiful in all of her curves. So warm against him. So firm. So soft. She wasn’t just naked, she wasn’t just letting him touch him, she said she wanted him. Wanted Him! Now he wanted her even more.

He engulfed her mouth, trying to suck her lips between his. He pulled at her hips, trying to get her to grind against him. He pressed his body upwards to hers, trying to get them closer. His body flushed with heat, his need greater than he had ever felt. The nerves, the gear, the fear now gone - all he became was want for her.

 

[mouthwatering]

She moved towards him, her body covering his, awkwardly at first, until she swung a leg over him and straddled his hips. Her lips were fused to his, her tongue swirling around his as he groaned. His cock pressed against her belly, hard and hot, and she squirmed with excitement as she felt a bit of wetness between their bodies.

His hands, strong and eager, moved across the globes of her ass, his fingers digging in as he pulled her up and down, until she giggled, understanding at last. She began to rock her hips back and forth, her pussy rubbing up and down his shaft. She shifted, arching her back so she could bring her clit against him, the little button grazing his shorts and making her buck. Her honey was soaking his chemically treated underwear, and she reached down, tugging the garment down so she could press herself against the bare flesh of his cock.

His kisses got hungrier, and his body strained against hers, and she was dizzy with arousal, feeling this man under her, so hard and ready, hotter against her skin than the fire burning behind her. Reaching down to touch him with her hand, sliding her fingers around the scorching pole, she heard herself moan. She wanted it in her. Needed it. Her hand guided the head between the lips of her puss and she felt herself trembling as she lay over this man.

She pulled her lips away from his, lifting herself up so she could look into his eyes as she slid down, her pussy stretching around the head of his cock. Her blue eyes were wide and she gasped with pleasure as she took him, inch by slow inch.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

When she pressed her sex against his member through his pants, he felt another shot fire out against his stomach. It felt like his balls were boiling over and trying to release the pressure though the only way out. His face turned beet red, angry that he had this woman in his arms ready to take him, and he was about to lose it well before he wanted. That focus on his own self helped for control he needed to calm himself, just as her hands freed him from the pants and baring their bodies for each other.

She felt incredible rubbing against him. The heat from her mons burned in his hardness like the growing fire inside him. Her nectar washed over him, mixing with his own fluids and driving him to greater hunger. Kissing her pulled her against him. Until finally, with a deep moan into her mouth, she impaled herself with his cock. She felt like a velvety grip around his member, soft yet moist, slickened by the flood of her lust around him. Even though his experience was limited, he never believed a woman could feel this good.

His eyes looked up to find hers, his brown pools of lust growing as wide as her beautiful blues. With whatever strength he had left, he kicked madly until those pants were off, feeling twinges of pain in his leg as it hung on his ankle. He grabbed at the last of his shirt, dragging it between them and tearing it off until they were both naked pressed into one another. He pulled her head down to his again, and kissed her hard, sticking his tongue into her mouth to swirl against hers.

He began to press his hips up to hers, flinching when he felt weight on the injured ankle, but that was the least of his concerns at this time. Now, he wanted ot press himself deeply and repeatedly into her.. His hands moved across her sides, finding her breasts, and pressing his thumbs between their chests to find her nipples. He wanted to find the right ways to make her feel excited. He wanted to keep touching her and find the right places. He wanted to bring her to the ecstasy she was heading him down the road to.

 

[mouthwatering]

For a moment, Sunshine paused, wondering if she was hurting him somehow. He was thrashing under her as if he was in pain, and she sat up, looking down, concerned. Had she read this wrong? He had been so hard, seemed so ready, but she was never the best at reading people. Then she saw he was wrestling the rest of his clothes off. She giggled and began rocking her hips, feeling his hot, stiff cock moving in her, filling her so perfectly it made her toes curl.

Then he grabbed her head, pulling her down to kiss him again, and her pussy clenched tight as her weight fell on him, her breasts flattening between their bodies. She kissed him eagerly, excited to give him what he wanted, sharing the pleasure that kept threatening to overwhelm her. So hard to let go and slip over that edge. though, with the trip starting to match the fuck's intensity, filling her head with a psychedelic pleasure that was beautiful and strange. She kept moving, keeping that cock sliding in and out, reaching that spot that she could feel throbbing inside until he hit it and she clenched again.

Her body arched up, her arms lifting her so she could look at him, his handsome face a mask of passion now, all orange and black from the little fire. Her whole body bucked, spasming wildly, and her pussy gripped him tighter, and began clenching and releasing in erratic sudden bursts while her head seemed to fill with light. Her hips thrust back and forth, furiously, of their own volition, and that cock slid in and out so fast the sensations blurred and seemed to overwhelmed her completely.

The way her scream echoed in the tight cave shocked her back to her senses and she sat on him, still for a moment. Then she realized that it was what she had always sort of dreamed, an orgasm that put her to a transcendental state, and if she could just hold it she might get back there. She began to move again, panting as she focused on getting that cock to touch her just right.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

If he could paint, if he could sculpt, if he could draw what he could think of as the most erotic image his mind could ever invent; never would it match her at this moment. When she lifted up, arching her back and looking down at him, he saw the aura of the fire surround her and accent every bit of beauty she held. From the shower of dreadlocks cascading from her head, to the curve of her sizeable breasts, to the shape of her waist, to the round hips over him, nowhere in his mind could he conjure this.. Yet it was her lips slayed open at his hips, his member pushed deep into her, and her face showing that she was there at the cliff of climax.

The pain and aches from his tumble earlier in the day did what they could to keep him in control, but when he felt and heard her orgasm, the control let off. He growled when he ran off his own cliff, the sound of it rising up to match her screams. He erupted with a torrent of cum into her body, all the months of frustration and focus on other things let loose into this woman. Never had he felt such power come through his cock as it shot load after load.

Somewhere between when his growling ended and when the last shudder of orgasm finished, he fell back against the cave floor. His eyes fluttered shut, his mouth dropped open, and he started gasping for air. He just experience the most intense feeling of his life. At first he fought with himself to not take advantage of this naked beauty, and such an amazing result when he let go.

Then the twinge of doubt of good old Lou found its way back into his head. What if she wanted another round, does he have it in him?

 

[mouthwatering]

When she felt his cock pumping inside her, and the first sspurt of his cream shot into her, she started cumming again. Her legs squeezed him and her pussy grabbed him in an iron tight grip as she shuddered on top of him. She pushed down, forcing him deeper, and screamed again, letting the echoes wrap around her until the little cave was full of screams.

Then she collapsed, the ropey strands of her dreads spreading over his chest as her cheek lay on his shoulder. Her lips kissed his neck softly as she breathed and she squeezed his cock again, feeling his little sperm swimming inside her.

She giggled. The mushrooms must have been stronger than she had guessed if she thought she could feel that, but the sense of peace that was filling her wasn't just some psychedelic side-effect. It was real, and she nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing the scent of him, getting sleepy and kissing him softly.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Moments of panic flushed through his head. Sunshine was so much better looking than any woman he chased after, and so exotic as well. So even while his recently emptied cock remained steadfast into her viceline grip, he worried if this girl would be upset by his technique or his size or …

When she rumbled through a second climax, his mind started to ease. In that moment, feeling her body rumble around him, he concentrated on the way she felt, the way she gripped him, squeezed him, milked him. His head rolled back with eyes wide, and he couldn’t help but to laugh at how incredible it felt. As the cave stopped echoing with screams and started echoing with giggles he had a surreal moment. This isn’t some movie or story he found on the internet, this was real, and he was feeling it.

He was brought back to reality when he felt the swarm of dreads fell onto his chest. Her nuzzling felt so comfortable to him. He put his arms around her, feeling like that was what he naturally had to do. While one curled around her back, rubbing against the drying flecks of mud, the other explored her hair.

She seemed be on the verge of sleep. Which, of course, unnerved him. Was she cold? Was she too warm? Was she comfortable lying on top of him? Did she noticed his half mast was still imbedded in her? As she drifted off, he laid there wide awake, holding her and panicking. Where was his stuff, how was he going to hike out tomorrow? Did he have some unknown disease he gave her? What if she got pregnant? Does this mean he has to marry her? What if his parents don’t like her hair?

The rain stopped somewhere between his panic about sharing mortgages and the how would he get the mud out of his GPS device, and the night seemed to open up with sounds of nature. Frogs, crickets, and the wind created a calming chorus of sounds. She slept on top of him, seemingly happy. Looking down to her smiling face he couldn’t help but to allow himself to relax, and finally sleep found him too.

 

[mouthwatering]

She woke shivering. The fire had burned down to coals and the cool breeze passed over her bare skin. Under her, the man was warm, and she smiled. He was sleeping soundly, and she crawled off of him to feed the fire. She splintered dry wood onto the coals and blew until they flared up, and added more and more until the flames danced up again. She crawled to the mouth of the cave and saw the first light of day filtering through the trees.

Back inside the cave she looked at Lou. He was sleeping deeply, peacefully, and other than his swollen ankle, he seemed healthy. His cock lay between his thighs, seeming so ordinary at rest, hard to recognize as the thing that had sent her such intense pleasure the night before. Still, the thought of it made her body warm with just the memory. She bit her lip, wondering if he would regret it when the morning came.

She shook her head to clear it. There was no place for thoughts like those that would bring her down. The whole reason for escaping into the woods was to be free of the doubts and worries of civilized life, to live in a reality of more immediate concerns, and there were plenty of those. The loss of her clothes wasn't serious, and she could get by without the food in her bag, but there was no way that Lou was going anywhere, not the way his ankle was swollen up.

When the predawn light made it bright enough for her to see, she slipped out, picking her barefoot way through the forest. Her camp was only a mile away, and she had spare clothes and blankets there, and a sack to gather food in. She made her way back with sunlight filtering through the trees and making everything glisten.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

He woke shivering. Gone was the creature who saved him the night before and slept close to him. Gone was the fire. Gone was the warmth that blanketed him through the night. He sat up, drawing his legs close to him trying to stay warm, but it was getting tough. The sun was up, but not enough of it was reaching the cave to heat the cold damp interior, and being naked and still wet was not helping.

Most disturbing was that she was gone, as if she wasn’t ever there. Was she ever there? Did he make up his dream girl to come along when he most needed help to not only save his life but to pleasure him as well? If she wasn’t real, how did he explain the fire? How could he explain why he was naked, or feel like he just had an orgasim the night before?

Well, people hallucinate when in hypothermia, going as far as feeling like they are too warm. His ankle could have been strong enough, for all he knew. Sure it is swollen this morning, but that doesn’t mean its hurt.

To test it, he tried to get up, and it was not easy. He could stand on it, but he felt like shooting pain with each step. Didn’t seem broke, didn’t seem damaged, but damn did it hurt.

He crawled back to the ground, and found his clothing. At least that was still real. He dragged on the dirty, and crusty, underpants and cursed that he let himself mess it. The shirt was a bit of a loss, basically hanging from one shoulder, and since it was still soaked he just left it off. He crawled over to the fire, hopeful there would be coals or something to relight it but came up empty. There was wood but nothing to get it going. If she wasn’t real, how did he light it last night in the dark?

Then, through a beam of light just through the trees, she appeared. He could only see her silhouette, but it was enough to know she come back. Dream or not, she saved him once, and there she was again. “Thank Goodness,” he exclaimed, “Sunshine.”

 

[mouthwatering]

She grinned at him as she ducked back into the cave, handing him a bottle of water. She was wearing a long, loose skirt and a t shirt that she had retrieved from her camp, and her long, ropey dreads were wet. She had stopped on the way back to wash under the waterfall nearby, and to try to make herself as attractive as possible, even going so far as to use the juice of some berries to darken her lips. Last night, with the dark and cold and the fear of nearly dying, they had made love, but she knew that in the light of day, he might have changed his mind.

"Miss me?" she said, trying to sound flippant, and dropped the heavy bundle she had been carrying on the cave floor. She untied the knot holding it all together, and unrolled a couple of thick blankets. Rolled in the middle were a few key items. Her lighter, a battered tin pot and a clay bowl.

Seeing he had put his underwear back on, filthy as they were, she guessed he wasn't comfortable with what had happened, so she tried not to look at him too much. She told herself that it was not a big deal, and that the bond she had felt had been a combination of loneliness and the mushrooms.

"There's food," she said, and started emptying the pockets of her skirt, which were full of seeds and berries, and a few wild roots and leaves. She put most of it into the pot with a bit of water and set to building up the fire again. "Most of this needs to be cooked before you can eat it." She set aside the berries, handing them to him. There was another cloth bag that she set aside, full of mushrooms that she would trade for a new pair of shoes the next time she left the woods.

"I think it's going to be a at least few days before you can walk any distance on that ankle," she said. "So I guess this is home, for now."

 

[ArcticAvenue]

"Miss me?"

He couldn’t help but to smile, and looked down at the floor thinking a bit of what they did the night before. When she came through the trees, she may have been clothed but he couldn’t help to picture that vision of a body that was so close to him. He leaned over to get a blanket and encircled it around him.

Most of while she worked, he watched, trying to get warm with the fire going again and eating some of the berries. He sat on the ground with his legs crossed and the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. The shivering had gone away but he was still cold.

“I …. I tried walking on it a little bit earlier,” he said as she worked. “It doesn’t seem to be broken, just stiff. But you are right, I don’t know if I can hike home …. like this.”

He couldn’t help but to stare at her as she moved around. She seemed so at ease out here, not like someone who wanders through the forest for hiking or camping, she just seemed sure footed. Now the mud had been washed away, she seemed like her sun-kissed skin naturally glowed in the morning air.

Something deep down made him have to ask, something made him want to clear his mind of a growing concern, and with her back he felt easier about asking. “Ummm … Sunshine … you are alright with what happened last night? With us … you know. It’s just I know girls don’t like it when guys have sex on the first date … not like that was a date … not saying we are dating … or anything. And not saying you are that type of girl who …” He pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. “I mean … we just met … I don’t want you to think I am just some guy that sees a beautiful woman being kind to him, grabs her, and humps her.”

 

[mouthwatering]

Sunshine nodded as he described his injury, and knelt by his foot to look at it. It was badly swollen, but as long as he stayed off of it, she thought he should be alright. She gave him a wry smile, a little awkward, picking up on his uncertainty without quite knowing where it came from.

"I think a few days should set it right, as long as you don't try to do too much." She stirred the pot sitting by the fire, seeing the water starting to boil. She looked at him, a bit shyly, and couldn't help noticing he was still covered in dried mud. "There's a stream down the hill, if you want to try to butt-scoot down there. I can try to bring up some water for you to clean up a little, but if you want to get out of the cave for a bit..." She shrugged.

When the weeds and other things had softened, she poured the soup into the bowl and set it down beside him. "You should drink that," she said. "It'll help."

When he started speaking about the night before, she smiled.

"It's ok," she said. "I don't know anything about you. Certainly not enough to make any kind of judgement about what kind of person you are. But I do know that last night I was cold and a little scared and I needed to feel close to someone." She slid across the floor, closer to him, and kissed his lips softly. "Also, it felt really good. I'm glad we did it."

 

[ArcticAvenue]

The soup was bitter, and he prefers his soup with more stuff in it that isn’t pants floating about, but the effect was immediate. He felt warmer, and having something in his stomach was taking the edge off of his nervousness.

Sunshine kissing him took the edge off too. Her mouth tasted sweet, like the flavor of berries, but that wasn’t the nicest part of the kiss. It wasn’t like a friendly family style kiss, nor was it some passionate thing you see in the movies. It was like, normal. Like what a girlfriend would do. Just like in a situation like this. It just felt right. This all just felt right.

Then the old Lou re-entered his mind, and began to wonder what she put in the soup.

“I think I will try to get to the stream,” he said struggling, but successfully getting to his feet. He used the wall of the cave to steady himself, hopping on his good foot to the entrance and having a look around. “I’ll dig around a bit out on the slide to see if I can find something a bit more suitable than this.” He waved his hand over his messy underpants and torn shirt. “Maybe some of my gear too.”

Looking back at her, noticing how well she cleaned up he really felt the urge to clean himself up as well. More so to impress her. “It’s a good stream then? I mean, you look like you were able to take a bath in it,” he said with a laugh.