1 comments/ 17093 views/ 5 favorites Hiking By: Ashson Cheryl and Madeline had planned their cross-country hike quite carefully. They'd estimated how far they'd probably travel each day. They'd budgeted carefully and arranged check-in times on a daily basis, letting their parents know exactly where they were and how they were going. Cheryl was nearly twenty, a vibrant outgoing blonde who made friends readily. Socially adept and universally popular. Some people considered it odd that she had Madeline for a best friend. Madeline was nineteen and a brunette. An introvert where Cheryl was an extrovert. Quiet and restrained, she had few friends, but those friends she did have were extremely loyal to her. Their hitch-hiking had been going well. They were always careful about which lifts they accepted and the fact that they were a pair gave them that little extra edge of safety. Everything went well until they found themselves suffering a minor setback in a small town in the middle of nowhere. They'd just been dropped off by a friendly old man who'd then continued on his way. They were heading towards the café for a meal when Cheryl gave a little squeal and jerked to a halt. "Madeline," she wailed, "my purse." "What about your purse?" asked Madeline. "I've lost it." "You can't have. You had it ten minutes ago," protested Madeline. "I must have left it in the car," said Cheryl. The two girls looked at each other in horror. "You had all out money," whispered Madeline. "I know," said Cheryl. "I'll have to cancel my cards and arrange to make a withdrawal as soon as possible." Madeline looked around the little town. "Well, I don't think we'll be doing it here," she said. "We'll have to wait until we reach a proper town in the morning. What are we going to do about a meal tonight? I've only got a few dollars on me." Cheryl looked around. "Well, we can't buy much with that in the café," she observed. "Why don't we just wander over to the general store. You can buy us a couple of bottles of drink and while you're doing that I'll liberate a few items to feed us." "What, you mean shoplift some stuff?" said Madeline. "It'll be easy," said Cheryl. "The storekeeper will be too busy looking at your boobs to notice me take a couple of minor items. Let's go." Madeline was a little dubious about it but went along. Entering the store Cheryl was pleased to observe that the shopkeeper was a handsome young man. His eyes swivelled to look at Madeline and didn't seem to deviate from her endowments the entire time she was in the shop. The little ploy went off without a hitch. Madeline bought the drinks and they headed to the outskirts of town to set up their camp. They were sitting outside their little tent eating peaches when the police car pulled up near to them. A large cop descended from the car and approached the girls. "Evening, ladies," he said. "And you are?" "I'm Cheryl and this is Madeline," said Cheryl airily. "We're hitch-hiking across the country. Say, I'm glad I ran into you. I left my purse with all my money in the car of our last ride. Would you know if it's been handed in?" "Wouldn't know, miss, but I'll check when I get back to the station and let you know. As a matter of interest, if you didn't have any money, how did you buy the peaches?" Cheryl dismissed the question with a wave of her hand. "Oh, Madeline wasn't completely broke. She still had a few dollars." "I know," said the cop. "She used them to buy some drinks. According to Mike, he saw you stuffing the peaches into your bag when he thought you couldn't see. He didn't feel it would be right for him to jump a couple of young ladies so he referred it to me. Why don't the pair of you come along with me and we'll discuss the matter with him. He wants to prefer charges." The girls looked at each other in shock. This was a little contretemps that hadn't occurred to them. They looked back at the officer. "Ah, can we talk about this?" asked Cheryl. "Well, yes. That's why I suggested you come back to the shop and discuss it with Mike and me. I could just arrest you if you like?" Cursing under her breath, Cheryl got to her feet, Madeline close behind. They had just reached the police car when another car pulled up behind it and an old man got out. "Ha! Glad I found you," he called, waving to the girls. "I thought you might need this." Cheryl's eyes lit up, seeing her purse held high. Saved. "Oh, god, thank you," she said. "I was worried sick about that." "Not a problem, little lass," said the old man. "I see you were just reporting the loss," he added, nodding towards the officer. "No need now." The old man waved, returned to his car and departed. "I can pay now," Cheryl said triumphantly. "You can take Mike his money with my apologies." "Even better," said the officer, "you can pay Mike with your apologies and he may not press charges, but I won't guarantee it. Get in the car." Reluctantly Cheryl and Madeline got in the car and returned to the store. The officer led them around to the back and knocked. Mike answered and admitted them, glowering at the girls. Cheryl didn't waste any time. She sailed straight into an explanation, admitting guilt and proffering payment. Mike gave her a nasty look and turned to the cop. "What are my options, Adam?" he asked. "Well, you can still press charges but since the women are admitting guilt, apologising and offering restitution, nothing much will happen to them. The judge might fine them but more likely will just let them off with a warning. And he'd probably have a rude word to say to me for wasting his time with such trivia." Mike gave Cheryl another nasty look at snatched his money off the table. "In other words, it would just be a waste of our time and they get away with it," he snarled. "Effectively, yes, unless you can come up with some punishment of your own that I could agree to," said Adam with a grin. Mike threw another nasty look at Cheryl and then glanced at Madeline, his gaze again being drawn to her well-endowed chest. He gave an evil smile. "You know, Adam," he said. "Here we have two lovely young things who won't really want to be dragged through the court, even if they would get off. I wanted to fuck big tits here as soon as I saw her. You can service the thieving little blonde." The girl's jaws dropped. He hadn't said that, had he? He had, and what was worse the cop was considering it. Both girls were shaking their heads. "Oh, no," said Cheryl. "That's not on. We're not agreeing to that." The cop looked at her. "Don't recall asking for your permission," he observed. "If we decide we want to fuck you, we will, and there isn't anything you can do about it." "But you can't," protested Madeline. "I'm a virgin. I've never. . ." "Oh, Adam," crooned Mike. "We really have to. I really want to take her. Show her what it's all about." Adam was looking at Cheryl. "And I suppose you're also a virgin," he said. "Certainly not," snapped Cheryl. "Not that it's any of your business." "Oh, you'll think it's my business when you see my cock approaching," said Adam. "You'll really be meeting the long arm of the law. I must admit that this is one of your better ideas, Mike." "Oh my god," wailed Madeline. "They're going to do it, aren't they? But I don't know what to do." "It's easy," grumbled Cheryl. "Just lie down and spread your legs and let them get on with it." The two men were advancing on the girls, shepherding them out of the backroom and into what turned out to be a bedroom. Cheryl noted the king size bed but it didn't improve her mood. She was furious but resigned, while Madeline was almost panicking, scared of what might happen. "Oh, for crying out loud, Madeline, calm down. I'll show you what to do. Hey you, Adam, isn't it? Why don't you start with me and Mike can then follow suit with Madeline so she knows what to expect? And if you hurt her," she added, turning to Mike, "I'll do my best to castrate you." "That seems reasonable to me," said Adam. "Do you want to undress or do you want me to strip you?" "You'll have to strip me," said Cheryl. "I'm not doing anything that might make you think I'm co-operating." Adam grinned, his eyes flicking between the two girls. They were essentially dressed the same, shirts and shorts. He reached for Cheryl, unfastened her shorts and pulled them down. Then he stepped back. "Your turn, Mike," he said, nodding towards Madeline. Mike looked startled, having assumed that Adam would totally strip Cheryl. He turned to Madeline, who was standing there, looking scared. He gently undid her shorts and pulled them down, tugging them away from her clutching fingers. His hand moved tentatively towards her panties, only to halt at a reprimand from Adam. "Wait for it, Mike," Adam said. "I haven't done that yet." Not that he waited any longer to address the issue. He swiftly pulled off Cheryl's panties, leaving her standing there, half naked. Mike turned to Madeline, assisting her in the same manner, ignoring her little squeak of fright and the hands modestly covering her. Cheryl's top followed, with Madeline's promptly joining it on the floor. Adam then a major production of removing Cheryl's bra, finally having her naked. Mike grabbed for Madeline's bra, eager to see her breasts. He'd been waiting for this moment. "Slow it down, Mike," said Adam. "You have to take your time, the way I did." Mike was quietly cursing as he tried to take Madeline's bra off slowly. Even Madeline found herself amused at his lack of skill. Adam now proceeded to strip himself, without touching his naked prey. Still cursing, Mike followed suit. Cheryl permitted herself to admire Adam's endowments. If she had to be ravished, at least he had the equipment to do a decent job. She flicked a glance at Mike and winced. Oh, dear. Poor Madeline. She might have a job with that lot. Madeline had also flicked a glance at Mike's assets and was feeling slightly ill. She was supposed to be able to handle that? Adam was grinning maliciously as he reached down and cupped Cheryl's mound. Cheryl glared at him. "What do you think you're doing," she hissed. "Driving Mike wild," he muttered. "He really wants to get his hands on your friend's breasts. He's always been a breast man." Flicking a look at Mike, Cheryl saw him gently cupping Madeline, who had a very odd look on her face. Cheryl could see Mike's hand moving gently and realised he was massaging Madeline who didn't know what she thought of the idea. Cheryl was very much aware of her own mound being expertly handled. She squirmed against Adam's touch, restless. She knew what was going to happen and she rather wished that Adam would just get on with it. She was about to get her wish. Adam suddenly took her around the waist, lifted and tossed her onto the bed. "OK, Madeline," he said. "You want to know what happens? Watch this." A stunned Cheryl found her legs moved well apart, and then Adam was hovering over her, his erection just touching her slit. She flicked a glance at Madeline and saw her watching, eyes wide, and then Adam was driving into her, taking her with one full thrust. She squealed and bucked under him, and then her legs came up and closed around Adam, holding him tight. Madeline stared aghast at the sexual gymnastics that proceeded to take place on the bed. One moment Adam had Cheryl pinned to the bed and was thrusting down into her. Then he was flat on his back while Cheryl was bouncing on top of him. They changed positions, they bounced and romped, and Madeline felt slightly ill. No way known, she thought. Madeline felt quite relieved when Mike stood behind her arms circling her and gently cupping her breasts. She found that she didn't even mind the fact that Mike's erection was pressed firmly against the cleft of her buttocks. Mike's gentle stroking of her breasts felt wonderful, a balm to nerves that had been jumping wildly. "Not to your taste?" asked Mike, indicating the performance on the bed. Madeline shook her head strongly. Definitely not to her taste. She was appalled to even think that she might have to act like that. From the squeals and cries, Cheryl was having a fine old time, but for Madeline? She shook her head again. "That's OK," murmured Mike, continuing to play with her breasts. "What I'm going to do is just bend you over the bed and take you from behind. Just relax and let it happen. There's no need for you to do anything just yet." If someone had told Madeline that morning she would be relieved when a man asked her to bend over so he could rape her, she would have had them certified. Now the idea of just leaning over and letting Mike have his way was oddly appealing. Still not taking her eyes of the wild contortions raking place in front of her, Madeline leaned forward, bracing herself against the bed. She felt Mike fumbling around her pussy, doing she wasn't sure what, and then she felt him pressing against her. She gasped slightly, not knowing what to make of it. He felt . . . large. Mike's hands were back on her breasts, teasing and stroking and the gentle pressure against her pussy was having an effect. She could feel her lips yielding, letting Mike in. It felt different, like nothing she'd known before. The pressure was increasing but Mike wasn't pushing any further forward, and Madeline knew the time had come. He was pressing against her hymen and something was going to give. She wasn't overly surprised to feel a sudden sting and she managed to bite her lip, stifling a squeal. Now Mike was pushing steadily into her, pushing along her passage, the feeling strange enough to drag her attention away from her breasts and Mike's hands teasing them, concentrating instead on the erection that was steadily taking her over. Madeline stood there, leaning on the bed, totally captivated by the feel of Mike inside her. What, she wondered, was she supposed to do now? So much for Cheryl showing her. "Just relax," whispered a voice in her ear. "I'll take care of everything. All you have to do is take it easy and follow your instincts." Madeline shivered. Hands were on her breasts stroking them and a cock was in her pussy, filling her, and she was supposed to relax? She shivered again as she felt the cock starting to move. God, it was something alive and it was in her. What did she do now? Moving easily, Mike withdrew slightly and returned, whispering softly to her as he did so. Slowly he started a nice little rhythm going, gently rocking in Madeline while the talked to her. Like gentling a skittish mare, he thought. Madeline was breathing harder now, feeling Mike moving back and forth, stirring up the strangest sensations within her. She fought it for a moment, gave a little groan, and started pushing against Mike when he pushed into her. The feelings intensified. In addition she heard a grunt of satisfaction from Mike and felt him starting to move faster. As far as Madeline was now concerned, Cheryl and Adam and their sexual gymnastics might not have existed. Her world had reduced itself to Mike and the wonderful way he was making her feel. She'd heard horror stories about first time sex, even from Cheryl, but she didn't seem to be having any problems. Mike was lunging into her and she was happy to lift and push towards him, taking him as deep as he wanted to go. She gleefully bounced up and down, nearly being lifted off her feet with each vigorous thrust but always ready for more. Mike was gasping with effort, enjoying Madeline's acceptance of him, determined to bring her to a climax. He felt guilty about taking her virginity against her will, but only a little. Definitely not enough to stop. He pressed ruthlessly into her, driving them both towards a finish. Madeline wasn't sure what was happening but something strange was occurring. The excitement she had been feeling was starting to run wild. She wasn't in control of it any longer, if, she realised, she ever had been. Whatever it was, it had taken on a life of its own and was dragging her along with it. Her gasps turned to little squeals, to louder squeals and then to a sudden shriek as her whole world seem to come apart around her. She sagged forward onto the bed, the world continuing to spin around her. When Madeline finally surfaced it was to find the other three considering her. Then Mike turned to Adam. "Well, what do you think of their apology, Adam?" he asked. Adam glanced at Cheryl. "Adequate," he said, ignoring Cheryl's outraged snort. "And you?" Mike looked at Madeline and smiled. "Needs practice," he said. "You know, they did steal two cans of peaches. Possibly a second apology is in order." Hiking Adventures My wife and I were taking our annual hiking trip to the foothills of the Catskills. It was expected to be a glorious weekend and we had checked into an inn not far from the trailheads of various peaks around the area. I was quite happy in general with my life. We enjoyed a restful sleep after having had a long drive. The next morning, however, I woke up feeling quite uncomfortable. It wasn't a sensation that I was accustomed to and it seemed to be a throbbing ache in the lower regions of my stomach. At first I put it down to just having eaten too much the previous evening. French Onion Soup and Crepes, I thought at the time, didn't really agree with me. As it stood, I didn't have much time to lament my own condition, we were scheduled to hit the trail that morning. I briefly mentioned having an ache to my wife then manned up and headed out, armed with a bottle of water and a pair of hiking boots that Sir Ranulph Fiennes would have been proud of. We hit the trail head shortly after 6:30 am. It was a bit chilly, probably, I surmised because of a breeze from the east. My wife, Marie, kept a few paces ahead of me. That had always been our routine, her in front, me in the back, so I could provide support lest she fell backwards. Uphill climbs can be tricky. It did allow me a gorgeous view of her beautiful legs. Marie had always been involved in some sport or physical activity, as far as I'd known her and definitely while growing up too. She was 5'5" and was in the best shape of her life, I reckoned. Her heritage was French-German and consequently she had blonde hair and the sort of eyes that looked either blue or gray, depending on the colour of the sky that they reflected; most times they were a beautiful blue. We had been married about 6 months at that point. Our wedding had been a simple and elegant affair. In particular, I quite enjoyed the sight of my wife's best friends and bridesmaids all lined up in a row. Trish, the nurse, Sera the doctor, Jessie the other nurse and Catherine or 'Cat' my wife's sister. My favourite of her friends was Kelly, she was helping with all the co-ordination. I had often thought that Kelly looked and acted so incredibly similar to the adult actress Julia Ann (14 years younger of course), that if I didn't know any better, I would have thought they were related. Bringing my mind back to the present, I was beginning to feel quite horny inspite of the dull ache that continued to persist. I was fixated on my wife's ass and legs. At this point, we had been walking for close to an hour. We reached a section that was basically all rock and had to climb on all fours in order to get above to level ground. I was right behind Marie and had a perfect view of her ass, round and inviting in her cut-off hiking shorts. "Marie, What say we take a little breather here?" "Sure, sounds good, did you want to get something to eat?" Boy, did I ever!! I grinned and she instantly knew what I had in mind. "You're a naughty boy, stop it!" she giggled as I nuzzled and kissed her neck. My hands were squeezing her ass and I made my way with my mouth all the way up to her ears and nibbled ever so gently. I knew that drove her wild. "Oh Colin!" She moaned. I took a step back and pushed gently down on her shoulder with my right hand. She took the cue and went down on her knees. Undoing my hiking shorts, she dropped them to the floor. "Do to want me to suck your cock?" She purred. "Your big juicy cock! I can't wait to suck your balls too!" At this point, I was rock hard and extremely aroused! She had been rubbing my cock through my boxers while verbally getting me turned on. I gently lowered my boxers and pushed her head towards my groin. "Mmmf" she grunted as she took in her first few inches of my now engorged purple dick. She swirled her tongue all around it while it was in her mouth and with a free hand she kneaded my balls. Her finger curled it's way through my short, trimmed hair. Her eyes looked up at me, blinking every second and closing shut every other second while she concentrated on sucking me. I didn't notice it but her fingers was now rubbing the crevice between my balls and asshole. It was Amazing!! "Oh God Marie" I sighed, "That's fuckin' incredible!" She made an "O" with her lips and moved slowly over the tip of my dick. Over and over. Before long, I was ready to blast a gallon of cum. "I'm going to cum!" I grunted. She still had my cock in her mouth. "Mmmf" she tried to move away, no doubt so I could come elsewhere but I pushed her face into my groin with my hand and started fucking her face with vigour. I could see that was having difficulty and was just about gagging but I was blinded at that moment. She slapped my thighs but I just hammered away at the back of her throat. The sensation was only felt at the front and tip of my cock since she no longer had her mouth in an "O" but it was enough. She tried to push away and just then, I exploded!! There must have been half a cup of jizz, it just kept flowing and flowing. "Son of a bitch!" she finally exclaimed after being completely doused in my cum. "Fuck, that was incredible!" I sighed. She was mad, I was sure of that but that was the best blowjob I'd had in a while! She was on all fours coughing a little, cum oozing out of her mouth. I was a little out of breath but I knew that I had to recover some brownie points, and quickly. "Let me get you off." I offered. She made as if she would get up and leave in a huff but I grabbed her hand. "Oh come on, I'm sorry." I flashed her a smile. Her resolve faded and I quickly guided her onto a clean patch of smooth rock floor. I saw that she was wet through her hiking shorts. We kissed and entwined our tongues. Gently, I undid the buttons on her shorts and slipped my hand into her electric blue panties. "Uhhhhhnghnbgh" she moaned. We stopped kissing and I slipped off her shorts entirely and pushed the crotch of her panties a little to the side. I got into position in front of her pussy and used my right hand to massage her clit while using my left to gently stroke on either side of her labia. She was getting pretty worked up by now. "Oh Colin, that's good, yes, that's good!" I flicked my tongue over her engorged clit. It tasted heavenly, if heavenly was just the tiniest bit salty. I then repositioned my hands to enable spreading apart her pussy lips, after which I slowly inserted my tongue while moving it up and down. That just about drive her over the edge. "I'm coming I'm coming!!" She shrieked. There was a shudder and a shake and I knew that she was overcome with a pretty solid orgasm. By this point, it was approaching 9 am, we had walked for an hour or so and fucked around for another. We decided to rest up for a few moments before continuing on. But before long, the ache that had persisted throughout the morning seemed to get stronger. "I think I should stop Marie, it's really beginning to hurt." I might fuck her throat when she doesn't expect it but she knew I didn't lie to her. We headed back to our car and before long we were headed back to our inn to checkout. I wanted to get to a hospital. "Maybe Trish will be at the Riverside doing her shift today?" Marie suggested. In spite of the pain, I got just a little excited at that thought. Maybe this ache, whatever it was might be beneficial after all! Hiking at Sequim Listening to some great classic rock on a station out of Seattle, Don Kitchens saw the sign for Sequim National Park, just 3 miles ahead. He sang out loud and proud, doing his best effort to blend with CCR. Smiling huge, he drove on. He reminded himself that it had been over a year since he had taken some time just for himself. Being a stay-at-home father was quite rewarding and fulfilling, but also quite emotionally exhausting. Every male he knew worked on weekdays; over time his best friend, and only friend, became his wife. Equally as exhausting at times. Don didn’t like to think he was feeling sorry of himself, but he truly had no real friends. In the 8 years he had been at home with his children, while wifie worked on an actual career, Don had discovered the Internet. Yahoo had thousands of groups to join, everything from gardening to kinky sexual groups. Don belonged to both; secretly. His wife was the epitome of the jealous spouse. He also used IM secretly. Don never shared this information with his only friend. Although it was probably wise not to. It was a fact that he had never cheated on his wife – he didn’t consider cyber or even phone sex really cheating - and he admired the fact that he had been skin faithful. But he also knew that if the opportunity presented itself for some actual flesh-on-flesh with a stranger it would be difficult to pass it up. As he pulled into the large parking lot he quickly noticed that even his little hike to the beach would be solo, there were only 3 other cars. After tossing his cell phone under his seat (no interruptions wanted), grabbing his camera bag and backpack, he chirped his alarm and was off through the woods on the 3 mile journey to the ocean. The great Northwest is indeed almost surrounded entirely by water, but not the actual ocean. He was tired of looking at the Puget Sound, waves and crashing water was what Don needed. Nothing soothed his soul like the crashing waves of the Pacific ocean. Along the trail he snapped a few pictures of the lush forest and winding trail. Some places it was befitting of a mountain goat, others a mountain bike. Along the main trail he passed quite a few of lesser taken trails, that no doubt ended up someplace exciting and fun, but they would have to wait for another day, Don needed to walk barefoot in the cool sand and watch the simplistic “magic” of one’s footprints disappearing as the sand absorbed it completely. It took the best part of two hours, with taking pictures and stopping to explore a bit here and there, but he finally arrived. Seeing that no one was around, he removed all his clothes and jumped in the cool refreshing water. Don enjoyed the boyish exhibitionism, air dried and dressed. Climbing to the top of a steep embankment he found the massive dead oak that he spied from the water. Climbing on top to appreciate the incredible view, he plopped down to enjoy his lunch. The cold sandwiches, while eating alone in the woods, made him feel good. He was at one with nature. Taking a lot more pictures of gulls frolicking about, waves hammering the rocks and the sheer tranquillity of the beach itself, Don felt sated and decided to head back several hours later. Looking at his watch he figured he would be more than half way home before the sun waved good bye at about 8:45 tonight. With so much extra time, Don decided to take one of the smaller trails. After about 20 minutes of slipping and sliding on loose rocks and side-stepping jagged ankle destroyers, Don heard a distant roaring. At first he thought it was a train, but then he realized it was a different type of power. It was the thunderous roar of water spilling over a damn or cliff. Picking up the pace he soon found himself standing at the top of a beautiful waterfall, complete with small private natural pool at the base. Detecting motion near the rocky area at the bottom of the falls he pulled out his binoculars and took a closer look. 2 girls, one laying on the ground, one sitting at her feet. Looks like they were needing help, they were both crying. Rushing down to make certain they were all right, he noticed the one on the ground holding her ankle. “Are you guys ok?” The blonde stood up. Better than average in looks and build, Don tried not to smile. “See! I told you someone would come along!” She smiled at her brunette friend and rushed to Don’s side. “Hey Mister. We were climbing on the rocks and Lily rolled her ankle. She can’t walk.” Going over to the girl, now up on her elbows, he surveyed the damaged ankle. It was huge, and starting to turn a lovely shade of purple. “Yeah, I can see why she isn’t walking.” He crouched down to check it out. “Hi, I’m Don, mind if I take a look?” Lily nodded and watched eagerly, hoping a miracle would occur and she would get up and walk to her car – but she knew better than to get wrapped up in such a fantasy. “Pretty bad, huh?” “It isn’t broken, or dislocated, that is a good thing.” He said as he moved it around slowly. “But, it is severely twisted. You will need to stay off it for a few days – after we get you out of here!” He removed his bags from his shoulder, then his shirt. Both girls eyed his tanned hairy chest surreptitiously. “Ok, let’s get you onto your feet again. Don’t put any weight on it, just let me carry it all.” Lily looked at him strangely as she held onto Lisa’s shoulder and Don’s bare shoulder. He handed her the shirt. “What is that for?” I just figured you would like you butt covered as we go hopping down the trail.” He eyed the super-short cutoffs, then back to her face, “They’re kind of short.” She didn’t reach for the shirt so Don started to put it back on. “Suit yourself.” Before he had it pulled over his head she held out her demure unpainted finger in a hook-like gesture. Don hung it over her whole hand. He then turned to look at the trail ahead of them. “I’m not sure where this comes out but --” “It goes right to the main trial, just before the parking lot. That is how we came up here,” Lisa said. And then added, “You’re going to carry her? It is like -- miles!” “You have a better idea?” Both girls exchanged furtive glances. He then squatted down, “Help her onto my back if you could, Lisa.” Lily slid onto his back and as Don stood he locked his hands behind his back to make a seat, and to aid in carrying her as far as he was about to. “Ok, let’s do this.” He jostled Lily around a bit till he had a good grip and was comfortable, and started walking. Don couldn’t help but have his hands directly under her ass, there was no way to avoid it. And since her shorts were cut so short his hands were touching her flesh. He could feel the smoothness of her supple round butt as on backs of his hands. At first Lily was uncomfortable with the situation and riding on a strangers knuckles, but when she thought about the alternative she simply put it out of her mind; at least her ass wasn’t exposed to the world, she thought as she leaned her head to make certain. Lisa was laughing at her as she preceded them along the trail. After a while the trail started to get very rocky and loose, and took a drastic descent. Don wasn’t sure he could negotiate the trail properly and keep his balance. “Lisa! Come on up in front and be my guide. Let me know what type of terrain I can expect.” Lisa hurried around them and started to lead. A few minutes later the trail looked as if it was going to drop off. Almost straight down it seemed. Too steep for a normal person walking alone … but he tried to put that out of his mind. Lisa started into a slight gallop due to the momentum of the grade. “Hey Lily? I need to change my grip so we don’t drop you over the side. Excuse my hands for a minute.” Don told her and then stopped, bent over and hiked her high onto his back as he adjusted his hands. She wasn’t sure what he meant exactly, but when she was sliding back into the palms of his hands she understood. Her heart quickened, both at the sight of the steep trail ahead and being touched by a stranger. His hands gripped her but did not fondle, which would have been easy. Don could feel the warmth coming from her barely clad crotch. His fingers were now curled and pointing up, and they were skirting the edge of her ass where the shorts ended. The trail was getting harder to maneuver. Trying for a firmer grip, Don cupped his fingers around her inner-most thigh area. Mere inches from her sex, which was starting to concern Lily, since she wasn’t wearing panties. As they started down the trail and Don shuffled and hopped and bounced. Lily could feel his fingers inching toward her. Out of embarrassment she started to cringe and even tried to change her position, but it only threw off Don’s balance more so. She then decided to settle down and relax, and let Don do what he needed to do. With her face pressed into his back out of sheer awkwardness, Lily prayed the trail would smooth out. But it didn’t. One slight jump onto a flat rock and Don’s fingers were into her pubic hair and touching her outer lips. She wasn’t sure what to do, but Don kept descending the trail. His fingertips started to slide farther, and began parting her inner lips. If he tried to change his hand position he may drop her. But if he kept on bopping about he is only going to get into deeper trouble. When he felt his foot start to slip he opted for not dropping her, and started back down the steep rocky trail. On his back, Lily was trying to displace the situation from her mind. However, each time she managed to adjust emotionally to the stranger’s, up to the first knuckle probing fingers, now inside her pussy, he would hop or bounce and the sensation became less of shame and more of a turn on. After a few more hops and jumps Lily found herself sliding back and forth in quick lurches, Don’s creeping fingers teasing her mercilessly. She was getting wet. Keeping her head down and her eyes closed she tried to will away the sensation. But no matter what she did she grew wetter and wetter. Trying to make his fingers less obtrusive, and he could feel her excitement, he tired to re-adjust. With one big heft he pushed her up on his back turned his hands and cupped her again. But this time two fingers on each hand slid inside the cuff of the shorts. All four fingers penetrated her to the hand. Lily of course wasn’t expecting it and let out a soft moan, that almost toppled him. Not able to change his grip he continued the rocky trail at that point, with Lisa still leading them, although much farther ahead of them, he tried to focus on the injured girl on his back, and not the fact that he was now fingering her. There was no displacing anything – she was going to cum. All she could do was lean close to his ear and whisper. “Eh … I’m not sure if I should be telling you this but … eh … the bumping … has gotten to me. Big time, getting to me. And, eh … I’m … I’m going tOOOooo -- oh shit! OOOOooooohhhhhh!” Then she did. And moaned quite loudly. It was then that she noticed she had begun bouncing on her own. No one would have to know she thought. He’s married, there is a T-shirt over me. I’ll never see him again. I may as well enjoy my humiliation. Don’s hands were soaked and he was beginning to losing his grip, both on Lily and reality. As he hopped and shuffled down the trail he could feel Lily’s little pink earthquakes rocking her to her core as she squeezed tighter and moaned into his shoulder. “This is unfucking reeeaaalllll! OOOOOOoooooo! Ahhh FUCK!” She sounded delirious, and then leaned down and screamed into Don’s back as she came so hard she almost passed out. Eventually the trail mellowed out and the bumps and hops ended; Lily wasn’t sure if she was glad or sad. Although Don never removed his fingers, which she didn’t mind in the least. And when Lisa wasn’t watching, now at her side, she would slide up and down on them shamelessly. She had completely forgotten about her ankle, as a matter of fact she was quite numb and high, on adrenaline. Before she knew it, Don was setting her on the hood of her car as Lisa requested. He immediately wiped his hands on his pants and tried to fight the smile that insisted taking over his face. Lisa thanked him over and over again, and as Lily took off his shirt to return it to him all she could think to say is, “I really appreciate what you did for me.” Her eyes were not keeping his. Don smiled said your welcome to both girls and started to walk away. As he got a few feet away he heard Lily again. “Again Don, thanks so much for giving me a HAND.” Hiking Buddy Pt. 01 Note to the reader: There is some sex but if you're looking for long, hot scenes, this story is not for you. It's primarily a romance. Hiking Buddy Pt. 01 "Aren't antihistamines for allergies?" "They are, but most of them also produce drowsiness, including the one I gave you. In fact they're used in some over-the-counter products for insomnia. I gave you enough to put you out." Dan smiled slyly at me and asked "Are you sure you've never been a doctor, or a pharma¬cist?" "I'm sure" I answered. "I told you, that stuff just interests me. And it's good to see you smile." "I really appreciate your doing all this" he responded, and the smile was now warm rather than sly. "I feel awful when I see you suffer" I told him. I reached over and brushed the back of my hand lightly over his cheek, adding "I care about you". I would like to have kissed him again, but I didn't dare do that, even if it were on the forehead, now that he was awake. He was silent for a minute, and I thought I might have stepped over a line by brushing his cheek and saying that I cared about him, but he replied "Well I'm grateful for everything". That alleviated my concern, but his statement was also provocative: He had emphasized the word 'everything'. Had he possibly been wakeful enough while I was fondling him to know what was going on? It was not likely, because at that time the blood level of antihistamine would have been high, so even if he had been dimly aware, he should have forgotten it afterwards just as he had forgotten about the hikers. Yet I wondered just how carefully he had chosen his words. Eventually though, I decided that I try too hard to analyze things. It was another half hour before we heard the sound of the approaching medical evacuation helicopter. Dan had been sleeping on and off, and was still slightly groggy, but the analgesic had largely worn off and he was again in considerable pain. He was fighting back tears. I told the two EMT's about the drugs I had given him, and asked if they were going to give him something for his returning pain. They said that they needed permission from the hospital, and warned me that the ER doctor who was on duty at the time rarely gave permission for palliative medication except in extreme cases. They took Dan's vital signs and examined his foot. I asked whether they concurred with my opinion about the nature of the injury. The senior EMT said that they were not allowed to express an opinion on the matter but then he added, with a wink, that if they were allowed, he would agree with my diagnosis. They used their field radio to contact the hospital. As they expected, permission was denied. The Emergency Room physician said that based on the vital signs and the results of the examination, Dan's pain "should be tolerable". I asked the EMTs whether the doctor would think it was tolerable if he were the one in pain. They looked at each other, smirked, and declined to state their opinions. One of them was willing, however, to say that with rare exceptions doctors are the worst patients and the quickest to demand palliative drugs. They put Dan on a stretcher and covered him. As they were carrying the stretcher toward the helicopter, I noticed that the blanket seemed to be moving. Dan was trembling in spite of the covering and the fact that the weather was now warm and sunny again. I glanced at his face. He looked like a terrified little boy. I took one of Dan's hands between my own two hands and smiled at him as I walked next to the stretcher. His trembling stopped. Dan didn't want me to let go when we got to the aircraft, but the EMTs told him that we had to separate so that they could get the stretcher inside. Dan asked me anxiously if I was coming with him. Seeing him so afraid, I said "Of course", but the EMT's told us that they were not supposed to transport anyone except the patient. Dan begged them tearfully to let me come with him. I know they see heart-rending situations all the time, so I was astonished that his piteous pleas got to them. They agreed to take me along, saying that they would think of some excuse if challenged at the hospital. As soon as they had secured the stretcher and I was buckled into a seat next to Dan, he reached over and grabbed my hand. He told me in a shaky voice that he had never been in a hospital except as a visitor. He was petrified by the prospect of being there as a patient. I asked the EMT's which hospital we were going to. When I heard the name, I told Dan that it was an excellent facility and that he would get the best of care. "Do you really know which hospitals are the good ones?" he asked nervously. I told him that I have a physician friend who has told me which are the best hospitals in the area, and that this was one of them. Some of the fear left Dan's face, but he kept hold of my hand throughout the flight. At the hospital, in spite of Dan's request the Emergency Room physician flatly refused to let me come into the ER with him, and Dan was too worn out by then to plead. I recognized the doctor's voice: He was the same one who had refused to give approval for analgesic medication. At least I was allowed to watch through the window. I saw them undress and examine Dan and wheel him off to the X-Ray department. When they brought him back, there was a minute or two of conversation and I saw him shake his head emphatically "No" in response to a piece of paper the ER doctor presented to him. The doctor came out and grudgingly led me into the Emergency Room, telling me that I needed to "talk some sense into the patient". I learned that the X-rays had revealed a fracture. A bad one. Dan had been told that he was being admitted to the hospital and that the following morning they would put a pin in the ankle. He had been assured that it was "a routine surgical procedure", and the ER doctor had handed him a consent form. The reason the doctor had to let me in was that Dan refused to sign any document unless I reviewed and approved it. Hiking Buddy Pt. 01 Dan chuckled. "I believe you've had experience at it. Everyone was impressed by how you faced him down." "They were? How do you know?" "I heard the nurses talking about it outside my door. I think the whole hospital has heard about it by now. No one likes him because he's so arrogant. They were all saying how much they admire you for taking him down a few pegs. You're such a celebrity that when a nurse came in today and saw you sleeping, she hurried out and I heard her telling everyone on the floor to be quiet". He chuckled again before going on: "I have to tell you this too: I heard the nurses saying how cute you are." And he blushed. Seeing Dan blush as he told me that, I think I blushed too. To cover my embarrassment I blurted out: "I'd throw this magazine at you, but it might hit the ankle". "That wouldn't hurt it" he countered. "It's in a cast." So I threw the magazine. It missed him completely. We both laughed. "You know," I said, "this is the first time I've heard you laugh since the accident." "I guess it's the first time I've felt like laughing" he answered. "The surgery is over, and you're here." Then he asked: "Why did you want to stay overnight?" "So you would know I was nearby if you needed reassurance. And I wanted to see you in the morning before they took you to the operating room so I could remind you that I'd be here when you came out. I'm sorry I overslept and didn't get back in time". "Hey!" he protested, "With all you've done, you're actually apologizing that it wasn't even more? You've been a godsend! I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am. I love ... everything you've done. Please don't think it wasn't enough." The pause after the word 'love' caused me a pang of, I wasn't sure what. Fear? Hope? Had he been about to say that he loved me? The possibility was simultaneously intriguing and frightening. If he had said it, how would I have responded? I certainly cared very much about him, but I didn't even want to give thought to the possibility that I might love him. Again I changed the subject: "So what have you been doing while I've been in dreamland?" "I was sleeping too, most of the time. I think it's all the stuff they give me for the pain." Dan told me that he had been served dinner. He insisted that I get something to eat. "I'll be fine." I went down to the cafeteria but it was closed for the night, and there were no more sandwiches in the vending machine. I went back upstairs. It was already well past visiting hours, so when the Nursing Supervisor called to me as I passed her desk, I expected to be told that I had to leave. Instead, she said: "You certainly ate fast." I told her that the sandwich machine was empty, and then I continued to Dan's room. About ten minutes later a nurse came in with a sandwich and a bottle of juice. I thanked her and asked what I owed. She said there was no charge because the food was excess from the day's supply of patients' meals. When the nurse was gone, I showed Dan that the sandwich was actually the halves of two different sandwiches, and also pointed out that patients' meals do not consist of sandwiches. "I think that some nurses gave me part of their lunches" I told him. "That wouldn't surprise me" he said. "They really like you." That touched me more deeply than I would have expected. I was allowed to stay another hour, but eventually the Supervisor came in to say that the night shift was coming on and I would have to leave. She said that if Dan's vital signs remained good, he would be released the next afternoon. I told her where I believed the sandwich and the drink had come from, and asked her to express my gratitude to whoever had given up part of their meals. She just smiled and said that she hoped I had enjoyed it. I looked at Dan. He was smiling too: "I told you they like you" he said. "Now although I love ... having you here, go home and get a good night's sleep. I'll be ok, thanks to you." Again the pause after 'love'. At home, I kept thinking about how Dan had acted that day: He had blushed when he told me that the nurses thought I was cute. And he had not said that it was just nice to see me when he woke up, he had said that it was wonderful. "Wonderful" was the word he had used. I fell into a blissful sleep. Hiking Buddy Pt. 02 Hiking Buddy Pt. 02 Every time I bathed Dan, I used the same procedure. He never asked me why I didn't employ the sprayer to rinse all of him instead of using it only on his hair. After the first bath, Dan would get hard not only when I was working on his penis, but also when I was washing his inner thighs and his beguiling rear end. His nervousness was now gone completely, and he was so relaxed that often as I was lathering him I would look up and see that his eyes were closed and his face held a blissful expression. He did, however, try to stifle his murmurs of pleasure, with varying levels of success. And once, he said: "Uh, I think I'm going to shoot." I moved my hands to a less sensual site, and nothing happened. But I would like to have seen a volley of thick white jets spurt from that breathtaking penis. I had my own troubles with arousal, and one time I got so lost in soaping my favorite places on Dan that I was unaware of my own impeding climax until it was too late. I was glad that the trunks hid the darkened front of the jock strap, and was relieved that nothing ran down my leg; it would have been awkward. I hoped that Dan didn't notice the extra time I spent on his erogenous regions, but since he never said anything I concluded that either I was not being blatant or he was enjoying it too much to care. I hoped it was the latter. Dan's baths were the highlights of my week. Hiking Buddy Pt. 02 He began kissing me, starting at my mouth and moving down my body. He didn't stop when he reached my stomach, so his goal and ultimate intent were obvious even before I felt the front of my briefs being pulled down. The first silky, sliding contact of his tongue on my erect penis sent a surge of pleasure through me, exceeded only by what I felt when it was engulfed in his warm, wet mouth. In the few minutes that followed, he treated me to an experience I had thought I would never have except in fantasy. As he worked on me, with remarkable talent for someone I assumed was inexperienced, my murmurs of increasing pleasure quickly grew into ecstatic cries. Judging by the sounds he made, he was enjoying it quite a bit too. I wanted it to last, but I couldn't keep my climax at bay for long. I came, copiously, into the heat of that welcoming cavern. When Dan had milked me dry, he moved back up and hugged me, grinning as a vagrant white trickle ran from the corner of his mouth. I licked it up, kissed him, and said: "That was stupendous! You've done this before." "No, I haven't" he told me. "And before you, I've never wanted to do it." "Well," I said, "to coin one of your favorite words: Wow! It was great. I'll be happy to return the favor." "I would love that, but not yet" he replied, and then blushed as he explained: "I came while I had you in my mouth." I kissed him. "I love it when you blush. It's so cute." He giggled. "I wish it wasn't so easy to make me do it." Then he put his head back down on my chest. After another few minutes, he suddenly asked: "Will I have to stop calling you my big brother now?" "Why would you have to do that?" "If you're my big brother, wouldn't it be incest, now that we're ... you know." I laughed and began stroking his hair. "Why Daniel, again I've learned something new about you. Two more new things: I knew you were shy, but I didn't know you were too shy to say the words 'having sex', and I didn't know you're so unworldly that you don't know the meaning of the word 'incest'. Yes, now we're lovers, but calling me your big brother wouldn't make it incest. Nothing you say and nothing we do would make it incest, because we're not related." "That's good" he said. "Hey, this is the first time you've called me 'Daniel'." "I noticed that too" I told him. "It just popped out. Would you rather I called you 'Dan', or maybe 'Danny'?" "Whatever you call me, I'll like it because it's coming from you. ... My god, I'm really smitten! What have you done to me?" "I don't know" I answered, grinning. "But it must be the same thing you've done to me." He closed his eyes and became so quiet that I thought he might be asleep. I whispered "Dan?" "Mmm?" he answered languorously, without opening his eyes. "After your cast is off, could I still give you a bath sometimes?" His eyes snapped open and he got up onto one elbow. "Are you kidding? Any time you want! And as often as you want. I really looked forward to those baths. And the massages! I love feeling your hands on me. I get a hard-on just from your touch." "And I love the feel of your body in my hands" I told him. He next revealed something else, or thought he was revealing it: "Now I can tell you that the reason I never got up from your massages until you were out of the room was that they always gave me a roaring boner". "That much" I said, smiling and chucking him under the chin, "I had figured out. And how do you think it affected me? Did you ever notice that I always wore baggy pants when I massaged you? It's because I always got hard too." I reached around and cupped one of his buttocks. "And the feel of this alluring tushy makes me hardest of all." He smirked and asked: "Well then, how about making massages a regular practice?" "You bet!" "And could I give you baths?" "Sure" I said. "Or" and I purposely paused, "we could take baths together." "Wow, that would be the best of all!" he shouted. He lay down again with his head on my chest, and began a dreamy narrative: "I'm picturing what it will be like, taking a bath with you. We're both naked and I'm sitting between your outstretched legs, leaning back against you. The bath water is up to our belly buttons. I can feel your erect penis against the cleft of my behind. Your arms are around me, and you're nuzzling my neck as you soap my belly." I grinned. "Sounds like you've got it all worked out." Then it hit me: "Oh you sweet man, you didn't come up with that just now, you've thought of it before, haven't you?" "It's been one of my favorite daydreams" he admitted. "Every day that I've been here I've remembered how warm and protected I felt when we were sitting under those rocks and I was leaning against you with your arms around me. When you started giving me baths, I began thinking about how good it would be to sit like that with you in the warm water. But until tonight I thought it would never be anything more than a daydream." For a little while we both lay lost in our own thoughts. Suddenly a mischievous expression appeared on Dan's face: "Hey, you once said you would spank me if I misbehaved: I've been cleaning the apartment and straightening up, against your orders. What are you going to do about it?" "I forgot about that" I told him. "Yes" I answered, "A spanking is definitely called for. Of course I'll take your underpants down first, so I can look at those captivating cheeks as I spank you." His response, in a tone of mock formality, "I would expect nothing less." "But afterwards," I continued, "if you ask nicely, I'll smooth something on them to take the sting away." He gave me a quick kiss and said "I hope you'll spend a lot of time at that." He lay down again. When I heard him sigh, I asked. "Was that a happy sigh or a sad sigh?" "I was just thinking" he mused: "All this time we've been in love with each other but neither of us dared to say anything. If I hadn't broken my ankle we might never have known. And even my being here almost wasn't enough, because we were literally sleeping together and we were still afraid to say anything." "But you were the one who conquered that fear" I said. "You did say something. So now, thanks to you, we do know. Do you realize how courageous that was? You spoke up, not knowing how I would react but going ahead anyway. Having courage doesn't mean not being afraid, it means acting in spite of the fear. You think you're a wimp, but you're not a wimp at all. You're brave." "That's the best thing anyone has ever said to me" he replied, but immediately amended that to: "No, second best. The best thing was when you said you love me." He lay quietly for a while, and then his expression turned gloomy. "It's depressing that all the time we were tiptoeing around, it could have been like this." I took his face in my hands. "Dan, we can't change the past, so there's no point in wasting time with regret." Then, taking him into my arms, I added: "Instead, let's think about the future." We did. We talked happily as I held him, making plans for our life to come, until we fell asleep.