Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
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I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it did the experience would be disappointing. Few men can really satisfy one woman. Trying to satisfy two at once might be humiliating unless you are exceptionally fit and talented. Neither applied to me. When I actually had three naked women wrapped round me they were a real risk to my life.
My lack of fitness had led me to take drastic action. I wanted to go backpacking on foot and I knew I needed practice. Each weekend I would walk out on to Dartmoor carrying an unnecessarily heavy pack. Most of the extra weight was a four man mountain tent. I hoped that when I started my long holiday in the summer with a light one man tent I would find it much easier than a heavy load in winter.
That February I set out in the darkness of a Friday evening. Apart from doubts about my fitness I had no qualms about being on Dartmoor in winter. I treated Dartmoor with respect and knew the right things to do. As usual I had left details of where I intended to go with a friend. If I did not return by Sunday evening he would alert the authorities. I knew the way to my favourite camping spot so well that I needed to use a torch only on the difficult stream crossings. By seven in the evening I had pitched my tent close to a stream well above any possible flood. I relaxed to the sound of the low waterfall. The office desk I had occupied two hours ago seemed very distant. I cooked my meal, ate it and settled down to read for an hour or so by the light of my butane lamp.
Then I heard a faint voice calling in the darkness. I poked my head out of the tent. In the meantime a low cloud had come down soaking everything. I could see only a few yards even with the torch.
"Help!" cried the voice.
"Hang on!" I shouted back. I put my boots and cagoule on in a hurry. I left the lamp burning because finding the tent without it would be nearly impossible.
"Where are you?" I yelled.
"Over here!" was the unhelpful reply.
"Keep shouting. I'll find you."
By now I realised that the voice was female. I listened carefully. The voice was coming from above the small waterfall. I swung West to avoid the fall. I had only walked twenty yards when the voice shouted:
"I can see your torch!" The voice sounded hysterical.
"Am I pointing it at you?! I shouted back as I moved the beam slowly.
"No. No. Yes!"
I could not see her through the mist. I walked forward slowly. I heard the stream to the East. Then I saw her. She was standing up waving her arms and there were two shapes by her feet. As I reached her the shapes resolved into bodies.
Oh shit, I thought. Two incapacitated people would be very difficult to deal with. I might be only fifty yards from my tent but that was a long way to carry anyone across uneven ground in the dark.
"What's up?" I asked.
"We are lost and my friends are nearly unconscious. We went out for a walk this afternoon but couldn't find our way back. It got dark. The rain came and we were soaked and shivering. We saw your light and started towards it but we lost it in the mist. My friends didn't make sense anymore. They tried to keep going but couldn't. So I started shouting."
"OK. We'll get you to my tent. I'll have to do it one at a time. Which one of your friends collapsed first?"
"Judy," she said, pointing at one of the bodies.
"Then I'll take Judy. You keep this torch. When I shout, turn it on."
"Yes."
I struggled to pick up Judy in a fireman's lift. She wasn't heavy but she was unable to help herself. I took her to my tent and just put her down inside it. Then I returned to the others. I saw the torch before I needed to shout.
"You still OK?" I asked.
"Not sure," was the faint reply. "I can't stop shivering and I can't think properly. I knew I had to do something with the torch but ..."
"I'll pick your friend up. You hang on to my coat. It isn't far."
I carried the other. The woman who was still talking held my coat but I had to prop her up. Carrying one woman and supporting another was a real strain. The fifty yards took over ten minutes.
Inside the tent Judy lay where I had put her down. I looked closely at the other two. All three of them were wearing light jackets which might be enough protection to walk from a car to a house but were useless on Dartmoor in February. Their clothes were completely soaked. They didn't have any equipment. They wore small packs which were their handbags.
"What's your name?"
"Ann."
"And your other friend?"
"Hazel."
"Ann, you and your friends have got hypothermia. You are so cold that your bodies aren't working properly. We are too far from the road to get any other help. All you have got is me. Do you understand?"
"I think so. I thought we were going to die."
"Your friends still might unless we can get them warm and you are too cold to help. I have no heating except the cooker and the gas lamp. They won't last long."
"What can we do? I'm so cold."
"We must get together in one sleeping bag and keep warm. That won't do any good if you are still wearing soaking wet clothes. You will have to undress and we will have to strip your friends."
"But I'm so cold already. I'll be colder if I strip."
"No you won't, Ann. I'll get the sleeping bags ready."
I was grateful that I had carried the extra load. I couldn't have got all four of us in the one man tent and I had two side zipped sleeping bags as well as my normal double size one. I zipped the two bags together with the double inside them. By the time I had done that Ann had only managed to get her jacket off. Ignoring her weak protests I stripped her to her bra and panties. I toweled her vigorously and pushed her into the sleeping bag.
Then I undressed and dried Judy. I had to lift her into the sleeping bag next to Ann.
"She's so cold." said Ann. "Even colder than me."
"Rub your body against her." I said "That will help warm both of you. Have you got any headwear?"
"I think Judy might have a scarf or two in her bag. That one."
I looked. There were three folded silk scarves in Judy's bag. They were dry. I passed one to Ann.
"Put this on, please."
She couldn't. She was shivering too much. I had to wrap the scarf round her head and tie it. Then I put a scarf on Judy's unresisting head.
Hazel stirred and said "No." faintly as I stripped and toweled her too. I added her to the squirming bodies and put the last scarf on her head.
I hung all their clothing from the ridge pole. I hoped that the gas lamp might dry some of the clothes before it ran out. When it did I could use the spare cylinders but I needed the stove for hot drinks later.
I climbed into the outer bags and cuddled the three women. That didn't work. The insulation of the inner bag prevented my warmth getting through to the women and the outer bags were not enough to keep me warm.
"I'm still so cold," said Ann.
Reluctantly I stripped to my boxer shorts and wriggled into the inner bag. We were a very tight fit. I lay on my back with Judy on top of me, Ann and Hazel beside me. All three were like blocks of ice. It should have been a realisation of a fantasy but I was afraid that one or more might die. Ann was still rubbing herself against Judy and now me as well. I stroked Ann's back with my left arm and Hazel's with my right.
I was surrounded by naked female skin but so cold that the warmth was draining from me as well. I had cold wet bras pressed against my body. I was getting colder and colder. Had I saved them or were all four of us going to die?
It seemed that I lay there for hours, rubbing two women's backs with no result except that I was losing my own body heat. I was worried that this wasn't working yet I didn't know what else I could do.
Then I felt Ann's nipples against my side. They were erect. Her flimsy bra was dry. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least Ann might make it. Gradually Ann's body felt warmer. Then Hazel started moving against my right side. At first it was just a faint tremor that I barely felt. Hazel moaned and stirred.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"In my tent." I replied. That answer satisfied her for about ten minutes.
"Who are you?" Hazel asked.
