[This is a work of fiction. All locations, events, and characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
Timely Rescue
My name is Anne, but my friends call me Annie. I am a natural redhead with long, silky hair reaching just short of my shoulders. I am going to be twenty-two on Monday. I am five feet five inches tall in my bare feet, which by the way, are size eight double c, very long and narrow for those not in the know. I have a very athletic build despite my large boobs as I actively work out often to keep in shape. My very long and slender fingers look more like those of a piano player than those of a martial arts expert, but I do hold a black belt in karate. I have very long, nicely shaped legs which can clamp around a man like a vise.
You might also be interested to know that my red pussy hair is trimmed into the shape of a tiny heart. I am a 38D in the tit department with very large aureole and perky, long nipples that erect like you wouldn't believe when stimulated. I have green eyes to match all the red hair and just the tinniest hint of freckles on my face and across my shoulders diving down from my neck to between my boobs. One has to look hard to see them. Sometimes, that is part of the fun. I have a very tight ass that some men say they would die for. Hah!
I live in an apartment in a city of over 50,000 population, and I work in an office fifty stories up in the heart of the downtown financial section, so I like to "get away" as often as I can into some peace and quiet. I took a partial personal day and left work at noon on this gorgeous late fall Friday in order to head for a weekend of camping and hiking in the deep woods, a two hour drive away. A girlfriend is to join me on Saturday at a camp site in the park where we will stay. This girlfriend, Clara, is a coworker from the office. She is a brunette doll only five feet tall. She is petite in all other departments also.
Well, I arrived at the campsite to find it nearly deserted yet this early. So, I set up our tent by myself (helpless females, right?). I was already dressed for a hike in tight shorts, halter top and hiking boots. I carried a walking stick with a metal top and a small back pack of necessaries. There was at least four hours of daylight left for hiking, so I filled several water bottles and started off down a well used and well marked hiking trail.
Although the late fall afternoon was quite warm when I started the hike, by near sunset, the air temperature had cooled unbelievably, I had not brought a wrap as I had intended to be back by this time (good girl scout, huh!), and I was developing quite a chill with shivers and giant goose bumps. And, I was quite some distance yet from the campsite. So, I began to hurry and got a bit careless. I started across a bridge which was just one narrow log about ten feet above an icy cold stream, fed I learned later, by a sparkling and cold spring in the high mountains not too far distant. The water must have been near forty-five or fifty degrees. Naturally, in my haste, I slipped and fell in with a loud scream, not to mention, a resounding splash!.
Although my hiking boots and pack hindered me, I am an excellent swimmer and I did manage to unhook and drop the back pack. The stream was over my head in the middle, but not really all that wide. However, it had a fast, difficult current. Trying to swim out, I was making progress toward the bank, but very slowly and drifting downstream rapidly. Suddenly, a man appeared on the bank. He saw what was happening in an instant and immediately started wading out towards me, pulling a coil of rope off his shoulder as he came. He was struggling at chest deep when he threw me the rope. Luckily, I caught it on the first throw and he began to reel me in as he backed toward the stream bank.
By the time we reached dry land again, we were both soaked to the skin and shivering with cold. I, in my skimpy outfit, was on the verge of suffering hypothermia and shock. Jack, whose name I learned later, was much more warmly dressed for the cool evening, but still was soaked and very cold. Athletic and fit as I was, I was shaking and nearly in shock. Jack said, "Come on, we have to get you and me to a dry, warm place fast. My hunting cabin is close, can you make it?"
I was by now so near losing consciousness and shaking so hard, I barely understood him and then did pass out into his arms. Jack later told me that he picked me up and slung me over his shoulders in a fireman's carry (he is one) and started hauling me off to his cabin. Thankfully for both of us, it was but a short, five minute trek to get me there. Jack immediately got me stripped bare of my few wet clothes and wrapped up in several warm, soft blankets before he could get much more that a quick glance at my nude assets. He built up the existing fire in the fireplace to a roaring inferno and stretched me out on the floor in front of it as close as he dared. He also then stripped and rolled himself into some blankets next to me by the fire. For the next three hours, we kind of rotated our front and back sides around each other getting warmth, feeling, and life back into our bodies.
Finally, after the fire had burned down to a small, cheery campfire size, Jack asked, are you ready for some warm liquid refreshment to warm your insides now that the outside is warm again?"
I replied, "That sounds just great!"
So Jack got up and waddled in his blankets to the wet bar at the side of the room and came back with two strong Kentucky bourbon drinks. He also pushed a battered old couch up near the fire and then built up the fire a bit again. We sat beside each other on the couch and gazed into the fire as we sipped our bourbons. As I said, the drinks were strong, the fire was hot, and we both began to feel the effects.
Jack said, "You're still shivering some. How 'bout I give you a rub down to help warm you up faster.?
"Umm, that sounds just great," I agreed. Now Jack was a little older than me, I would guess mid to late thirties, but he was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen in my short life. So far, I could only see his face, but it looked like the rest of him under that blanket would be a sight to see also. As he unwrapped me from the blankets, he told me to lie on my stomach. I heard his sharp intake of breath when he had me laid out in front of him with my bare ass and pussy staring him full in the face, He began to vigorously rub up and down both of my legs, allowing an occasional soft moan to escape from his mouth. But he stayed away from my pussy, which surprised me, especially since we were both very much aware that my pussy was starting to leak beads of lubricating juice.
After rubbing down my legs, Jack moved up and down my back and on to my neck and shoulders. He sure knew how to give a massage! Jack then said. " Turn over so I can do your front." Jack also said he was getting too warm now and the blanket restricted his efforts, so as I turned over, he stripped off his blankets. Now my big tits, pussy, and heart shaped pubic hair stared him straight up at him!
However, now I could also see him and I gave a shocked gasp as I looked. He had a giant pecker that stood at rigid attention straight out in front of him for twelve inches! it was near four inches in circumference! I about died. The only two guys I had been with to this point were both less than half his size in the cock department. And I was right, the rest of his body had the look of a twenty year old athlete. He had wide, developed chest and absolutely rock solid abs. Though not huge, he had visibly erect nipples. He was a stud's stud for sure! Jack was also giving me the once over up and down and must have like what he saw also, because a grin of satisfaction spread across his face as he began to massage my right foot.
Jack began lightly brushing, touching, and kissing his way up my leg, across the top of my pussy mound, and down my other leg. Then he rubbed his nose back and forth through my heart shaped pussy hair without touching my pussy itself. Next he kissed his way up my belly to my cleavage. He licked and kissed his way around my left boob and back into my cleavage only to then lick and kiss up and around my right boob. When he tired of this, he switched to my nipples, licking, kissing, and finally biting and stretching them with his teeth. Finally, he began to kiss and nibble on my neck and ears. I grabbed his head and placed a passionate kiss on his mouth. His mouth opened just as mine did. Out tongues entwined in more passionate French kissing and sucking.
Jack raised up a bit and said, "Annie, slide down just a bit."
I did and quickly found Jack's pulsing cock between my boobs. I used my hands to push my boobs together as Jack began to slowly pump up and down in the satin valley. Jack's cock was uncut and it was my first time with such piece of meat. His foreskin would slide back out of the way as he pushed forward to reveal a glistening head leaking a fair amount of pre cum. This pre cum served to lube the channel sufficiently to make his movements smooth. As he reached the top of his up stroke, I mouthed the head of his prick. It was a very tight fit over that monster, but I managed. He paused while I slurped, licked, and sucked. Then Jack slowly popped himself out and slid down until he almost dropped out the bottom of the valley. Then he started up again.
We did this for sometime until he said, "If we keep going any longer, I am going to blow, big time."
I said, "Keep going, I want to swallow some and then you can unload the rest on my face and boobs."
