The mountain bothy

000zing

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Non-highlanders will have to look up the term, no doubt.

The wind is rising and ice cold rain is starting to lash the face of the middle-aged lady climber as she looks desperately for shelter. Daylight is fading fast and a storm is obviously on the way. Conditions can change fast in the mountains and this is a radically different situation from the clement circumstances reigning when the climbing party first set off from the village below - a party, husband included, with which she has lost contact.

She has no tent or survival equipment - the climb was only supposed to last the afteroon. Panic is just beginning to make itself felt when, on cresting a rise, she makes out the unexpected shape of something man-made - a mountain hut.

Filled with sudden hope, she rushes over the intervening bumpy ground, stumbling and falling precisely as she nears salvation. As she rises wearily to her feet, bruised and soaked, she suddenly notices there is a flickering light in the hut's solitary window...
 
This is a good idea. Back when I was a teen, I wrote something similar as a horror story. Because the man in the cabin was a werewolf. He'd sequestered himself in the remote location so that when he shifts with the full moon, he wouldn't hurt anyone.

It could still work as an erotica, as perhaps the night before and after the full moon he does a sort of wolf-man shift where he has all the instincts of the werewolf but keep his mental faculties. She has the most wild animalistic sex of her life on that first night. Of course, the night of the full moon will still be problematic.

I think the key to it though is to keep this set in OPs neck of the woods (pun intended) to keep the rainy, cold, gloomy atmosphere, very American Werewolf in London.
 
It's a good idea, full stop.

The concept of people thrown together by circumstances doesn't get enough airing. We all seem to be overly concerned with conspiring and manipulation.

People feel intimidated at the thought of having to produce something remotely original. Shows the actual lack of ideas hereabouts. This one is a genuinely good one. I like the OP's presentation - felt I was actually there.
 
The props are there. As @000zing noted she is soaked. So in the hut she has to get out of her clothes to get dry.
It#s ok, because the guy who arrived before her has made a nice fire. So she wanders around in her underwear. They will have to stay the night, but she does not have a blanket, only the guy has one ...
 
Or maybe the two guys have one between them...
And just like that Amy Baker's lumberjack fantasy comes true. Rough beards, flannel, denim and a roaring fire.

I wonder if she's single and free, or married and neglected, or maybe she's engaged on her last solo trip before the wedding.
 
Filled with sudden hope, she rushes over the intervening bumpy ground, stumbling and falling precisely as she nears salvation. As she rises wearily to her feet, bruised and soaked, she suddenly notices there is a flickering light in the hut's solitary window...

Innumerable possibilities here. What happens is largely dependent on what's waiting inside. As mentioned, a single guy or female or more. You can imagine inhibitions being loosened as the medicinal brandy gets passed around. Tomorrow is a million years away.
 
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