Patrick Murry - Sex In The Sticks

"Oh, wow, it's out of sight!" she murmured, working her hips up and down even more rapidly. "Oohh, it's beautiful, it's too much! Cum, baby, cum! Mmm, fuck those fingers! Get it on!"

Suddenly she sucked in a deep breath; whimpered softly and stiffened every muscle in her lithe, youthful body. Soft, incoherent moans escaped from between her tightly clenched teeth; she arched her hips upward, pressing her throbbing pussy even more firmly into her waiting hands. Her entire weight rested on her shoulders and heels for several minutes until finally, limp and breathless, she sank softly back down onto the sleeping bag. Her hands fell limply to her side and she drifted off to sleep, satisfied at last.

Gina woke early the next morning, as was her habit when in the wilderness, and lost no time in fixing herself a hasty breakfast and getting under way. She nibbled on a packet of dried fruit throughout the morning, not stopping for lunch, and by mid afternoon had covered several miles. Unfortunately, most of the miles had been of the zig-zag variety and she could hardly tell that the Sleeping Beauty was any closer. By dropping frequently down into canyons and making detours, due to the presence of precipitous cliffs directly in front of her, she had nearly completely disoriented herself and had to resort to her compass frequently.

This isn't going to be as simple as I thought, she told herself when she unloaded for a short rest at about three o'clock. I didn't figure on the country being so rough and broken.

An experienced camper and hiker, Gina had enough confidence in her abilities to keep her composure. She knew, for example, that she had only to keep to her southerly line to come upon the maintenance road that would lead her to a paved road and a route out of the forest. There was plenty of food in her pack and no danger of a storm. There was also, she realized with a sinking sensation, several miles of extremely rough country ahead before she could possibly expect to find the maintenance road.

You won't get there sitting under a tree, she told herself as she rose to her feet and prepared for the last march of the day.

By the time the sun had set she had eaten her dinner, stowed away cooking gear and food, and had wearily settled into her sleeping bag. On this occasion she wasted no time in falling asleep immediately: the hard hiking of the day had sapped her strength and she was already half asleep when she began undressing for bed. By the time the sun had cleared the peaks to the east she was again plowing through the rock-infested canyons, still attempting to make her way south toward the rock leading to safety.

Shortly before noon she came upon a small pond. Though it lacked the picturesque waterfall which had graced the pool where they had been surprised by the four ardent young men, it was even more inviting to Gina, who was covered with sweat and dirt from her strenuous exertions. The pool lay before her eyes as soon as she had climbed out of a canyon; she took one look at it and began unloosening her pack.

"Oh, man, is that ever what I've been needing!" she muttered as her fingers flew up and down the buttons of her shirt. "A hundred miles from nowhere and nobody in sight!"

She lost no time in slipping out of her clothes and dashing into the pool. The water, little more than freshly melted snow, was bone-chilling but highly exhilarating. Gina splashed happily for fifteen minutes, then floated and paddled listlessly for several more minutes. By the time she was ready to pull herself from the water her flesh was almost blue with cold and her nipples had shrunk until they were no larger than the tip of her little finger. As she walked through the shallows to the grassy spot where she had left her clothes, she looked up and saw a sight that froze her into place.

"Good God!" the man standing before her exclaimed, dropping the towel he carried in his left hand. "Where in hell did you come from?"

Gina did not answer for a moment. The man was stark naked, except for a pair of sandals, and looked to be at least as surprised as herself. He had a thick brown beard, but through it she could see the astonishment on his face.

"I… I hiked in from the north," she said. "I'm trying to get to a maintenance road just north of the Sleeping Beauty so… so I can walk out to civilization."

"Hey, you're way off base," the man said. "That road's been closed off for over five years! I doubt if you'd even be able to see it now. I'm Pete Barnet, by the way; I'm a seasonal ranger. Got a little shack down the way there."

"I'm… Gina Bellardi," she said, wryly reminding herself that she had never before introduced herself to a man under quite these conditions. "I hope you don't mind my using the pool."

"Huh? Of course not," Pete said. "It's big enough for both of us and more. You've had quite a hike, I suppose?"

"Uh, I cut off the trail up at the Big Horn cutoff," Gina said. "That was about two days ago."

"And you've covered all that distance in that short a time?" Pete asked, looking at her with a new respect. "Say, that's pretty good traveling!"

"Well, I wanted to get across that stretch as soon as I could."

"Yeah. It isn't the most scenic part of the forest," Pete agreed. "Hey, you want to use my towel? I don't see yours anywhere. Just let me jump in and rinse off for a minute and… well, I don't know. Where are you going now? What's on your agenda?"

Gina and Pete crossed paths; she on her way to the towel he left on the grass and he moving into the water. His question brought her to a halt: only then did she begin to consider the implications of his remark about the maintenance road being closed. She knew that the forest could obscure, even hide, a rude track in only a few years. That being the case, she might not find the maintenance road such a good route out of the forest.

"I don't know what I'm going to do now," she confessed, drying herself off with the towel and holding it around her body as she edged her way toward her clothes. "From what you've said, that maintenance road might not be quite as good an idea as I'd thought. I mean, as a way of getting out to a main highway."

"You can believe that," Pete said, gasping as he splashed the cold water over his body. "I'd bet that you'd have trouble finding it, much less following it anywhere. Tell you what – you can either walk out from here on the road down to the junction or, if you're fed up with hiking, you can sit it out here and ride all the way in to Jasper City."

"Jasper City?" Gina asked, looking up with surprise. "I could catch a bus there and be back in the city in a few hours!"

"See, every Friday a park ranger comes out to drop off my supplies for the neat week," Pete told her. "Today's Tuesday, so you could spend a couple or three days here and then ride in. Or you can hike out, whichever you like. You'd be welcome to stay, of course, except that there isn't a lot to do."

"Man, it would be great to get a ride all the way in," Gina said. "I don't know; let me think about it awhile, huh?"

"Sure, take all the time you want," he said. "That's the best part of being out here – nobody'll ever hassle you about time. You can take all spring and summer to make up your mind if you've got food enough to last that long. The only reason I say that is because they only give me enough food for one."

"No, I've got plenty to eat," Gina replied.

Pete came out of the pool, seemingly ignorant of the fact that he was completely naked, and grabbed up the towel. Gina realized with a start that he was probably a nudist: his entire body, even around his hips, was nut brown, though his blue eyes suggested that he was not naturally dark. For the first time in her life she felt relatively at ease with a naked man: Pete exuded a trustworthy air and seemed to be interested in her more as a person than as an instrument of lust.