Codes- FF, oral, MF, discussion of polyamory.
Intro- This tale was inspired by a thread on social media about whether a stranded woman would rather meet a bear or a man in the wilderness. Read below to find out more details. All onscreen characters in this story are my original creations, though they are partially inspired by real people. This story is connected to others I have written, but can also be enjoyed as stand alone.
The mention of C.J. Box's character Joe Pickett in this story is to advertise the character. Same for fellow online erotica author MelissaBaby's character Ranger Ramona, whose story is available on Literotica. And same for Yoshi's Uncle Goro Majima, who was created by Sega. I like the characters enough to feature them in my fictional universe offscreen. Hope readers appreciate the passing mentions. Actors James Franco, Elliot Page (who was known as Ellen in 2018, the year in which this story is set, having not yet transitioned to male), and a few other real life celebrities are also mentioned herein for fanfic purposes- I have enjoyed their work but I'm not inclined to write an in-depth story about any of them right now, so I'm adding them to a recurring original female character's past relationship history and leaving things at that. It's fanfic versions of the celebrities of course, not the real people. The recurring character in question is not real either.
As always, this story is fictional and meant for mature open minds. If you don't appreciate graphic sexual content because of your environment or other reasons, or you're not a fan of similar stories to this, you're not my target audience and you are politely asked to cease reading this story. If you are appreciative of my work, though, your feedback is appreciated.
That said, on with the show.
***
Lake Tahoe, Nevada. Autumn 2018.
"Shit," Faith Thomas mumbled, looking at her phone. "No bars. Shit."
She was a Caucasian woman in her early thirties with medium length cinnamon brown hair bound in a ponytail. Violet eyes made her otherwise average-featured face stand out. Her slim figure was currently clad in a dark blue cotton blouse, matching jeans with black leather low-heeled boots, and black blazer jacket. I look great, Faith had thought assessing herself after she'd gotten dressed that morning. Of course, that doesn't matter much at the moment.
Faith had just realized she was in a bad situation- namely, that she was lost in the woods.
Her car had run out of gas back on the road some distance away. The gas gauge didn't work- the rental company at the airport had warned her about that. But they had also assured her it was filled up by the last customer and given her a good deal on it, so she had accepted it. She had to skimp on something- her work credit account and savings hadn't left much in the budget after the flight and hotel booking. At least she was going to an all-inclusive resort for the weekend. The only driving she'd be doing was from the airport to the resort hotel and back, thus it had seemed safe to risk a cheap rental car. She liked to drive herself over taking taxis and shuttles so she could retain some measure of independence. She had thought the car would not have issues. Risking those issues had been her bad decision she was only realizing now.
The trip would be good for her career, her bosses had made that clear. She had volunteered to make it and represent the company at the convention that weekend. The event was at a Nevada resort hotel called Garin-Ruiz, a new venue on the shores of Lake Tahoe. Faith, other executives from her tech manufacturing firm, and other employees of other related industries were meeting to enjoy paintball, golf, skiing, and other fun stuff while networking. Faith couldn't remember what specific activities the resort offered at the moment. She would indulge in them if the mood struck her and other people with whom she wanted to connect wanted to enjoy them once she was reminded what they were. Or she would indulge in the spa or restaurants or gambling she knew the resort also featured, though she was more into watching the latter than actually playing- too much personal bad luck in the past. In between recreation, she would make necessary connections at the convention for her career. That had been her original plan anyway. Now, though...
My car ran out of gas back on the highway, Faith reminded herself. I was barely able to pull over and get it off the road onto the shoulder once it started to slow down. My dad ran out of gas a few times in his old beater truck, I recognized what was happening. Of course, I also had bad cell reception and no other drivers stopped in response to my waving in distress. Thus I couldn't call a tow truck. I thought no big deal, modern world, there might be better cell reception not far away and I could get back to the car before dark. So I went into the woods just off the road looking for a signal. I found one, then lost it in the middle of searching for tow truck company phone numbers. I moved to another spot in the woods, looked again, found better reception again, then the call cut out in the middle of my waiting on hold. That was an hour ago according to my phone and- big surprise!- it started to get dark sooner than I expected. And I lost track of where I am relative to the road. Shit!
Yes, she had a locator app, but it too had lost her phone's signal and was thus no help.
The woods were eerily quiet around her. It would be better if birds, insects, and other animals were making noise, but they weren't. And Faith had no idea where she was. Yes, her phone had a location finder app, but no reception meant it couldn't find her location either. And her anxiety level was now so high that she could not remember which direction the road was when last she knew.
In other words, she was in trouble and there was no clear escape.
She closed her eyes briefly, activating her usual tactic for calming herself and thinking of happier times.
***
Seattle, Washington. Earlier the same day.
The bed was shifting. Faith noticed and woke up.
"Sorry," a soft voice said, sensing her shift and rise. "Didn't mean to wake you."
"It's okay, Moira," Faith said, recognizing the voice. She opened her eyes and smiled at her petite blonde girlfriend Moira Martin. "What time is it?"
Moira blinked her light blue eyes and checked her wristwatch. Faith chuckled- her girlfriend was a few years older than her and still liked a watch even though phones showed the time too and were just as convenient with more apps. Faith couldn't remember where her phone was at the moment and she saw Moira's watch on her wrist, so she asked Moira the time. She also took the opportunity to admire Moira's curves, which her short sheer purple lace nightgown did little to conceal. Moira wasn't her first female lover- Faith had known she swung both ways since college experimentation, depending on the people she met and her whims- but Moira was her current girlfriend and worthy of appreciation. Her blonde halo of hair, those perfect handful small champagne glass shaped breasts under the nightgown's fabric, her shining blue eyes, her smooth coltish legs... and the trimmed tunnel between them was Faith's recently secured personal passport to paradise. She smiled and licked her lips, recalling the many times they had coupled before.
"7:30 am," Moira said, then caught Faith's appreciative glance and smiled back. She cast a similar glance of appraisal over Faith, widened her smile, then spoke again. "You feel any contact lenses near you?"
