Lost Curves

Lost Curves

Nikki

Nicole stumbled over another root on the path.

"Crap!" I can't believe I let Stacy talk me into this, she thought.

Nicole, or Nikki as her friends called her, was lost!

Yep, gotta admit facts girl, you are totally lost.

Two weeks ago, she had caught her boyfriend, Daniel, making out with his secretary. She still could not believe that she had spent a year of her life dating that douche. At 22, she thought she was lucky to find a successful guy like him. He was an attorney at the public defender's office and was 28 years old. He had a nice car and made good money. He took Nikki to nice restaurants and to social gatherings with important people. She expected him to propose soon, but so far, he just wanted to get into her pants.

Creep! I guess Natalie, his secretary, filled in the gaps for him! She shook her head just thinking about him

. I may be lost in the freaking woods, but at least I don't have to smell his breath anymore.

Her best friend Stacy had been there from the first moment. Like always. They had been friends since sixth grade. She first tried to get Nikki wasted to forget the last year, but Nikki didn't really drink. She even took her clubbing, but Nikki may have punched a guy in the mouth after he grabbed her ass.

Then Stacy had her brilliant plan. Stacy and her fiancé, Kev, were going camping over the weekend.

"Why don't you come with us? Get away, enjoy some time in nature."

And Nikki, trusting her bestie completely, said yes. Everything was fine while they were setting up camp. Kev was an avid outdoorsman and Nikki thought he was perfect for Stacy. He was a big guy, with a sexy thick beard. He looked kinda like that guy on the paper towels.

"Nikki, your tent is set up and I got your bed inflated. You just gotta put the covers on." He chuckled, "You notice that I put you over there, that way we won't keep you awake." This last was said with a wink.

"Kevin! You are so bad." Stacy yelled across from the firepit.

She then looked at her BFF, "I'm sorry Nikki, I can't take that trained bear anywhere with polite people."

Nikki just smiled, she loved how Kev looked at Stacy, how he wrapped his huge hairy arms around her like a fortress. She had to admit that she sometimes got a little excited when she watched him kiss and rub his beard on the back of Stacy's bare neck.

Nikki thought to herself

, maybe I need a trained bear. I mean the barely house broke jack-ass that I was dating was a bust.

Frustrated, Nikki stood up and grabbed her small backpack. She checked to see that there was water, granola bars, and trail mix inside. She looked over at where the engaged couple were kissing and grinned when Kev grabbed Stacy's ass with one huge mitt.

"Hey, lovebirds, I think I'm gonna take a walk, you know to clear my head."

Stacy pulled away from her mountain man, "I'm sorry sweetheart, we will try to behave." She had to swat Kevin's hand away.

"You guys are fine; I just want to get some steps in and enjoy all of this." She motioned toward the forest and the creek gently singing among the rocks.

Kevin spoke up, "Ok, just remember what I told you. Follow the creek on your left side, and when you get ready to come back, make sure it is on your right side. POSH- port side out, starboard home."

She chuckled, "Yes oh wise one of the woods, I remember. I won't go far." Famous last words. She shouldered her bag, gave Stacy a kiss on the cheek and set off on her adventure.

Fast forward to four hours later. Lost! Nikki was doing just fine until the creek forked. There was a gravel bar between the branches, and she crossed over to it to take a break. She ate a granola bar and drained a bottle of water. She placed the trash in an air-tight bag in her backpack to dispose of later. She looked at her cellphone, with no signal. It was nearing 5 o'clock and she figured she should head back to camp.

She stood and stretched. She heard something in the bushes on the bank that she had come from and thought there was a growl. Nikki froze. She looked around for a weapon and found a branch about four feet long. It was smooth of bark where a beaver had been feeding. She took it into her hands and backed toward the opposite creekbank. Still watching the bushes, she tried to cross the creek. Her boot slipped on a moss-covered rock, and she stumbled up to her knee in the cold water. She gasped as the water soaked her foot and while trying to right herself, fell sideways further into the creek.

"Crap!" Now she was soaked through her shorts and tank top too. She pulled herself up the far bank, starting to shiver. Nikki's head snapped up as she definitely heard a growl from the far side of the creek, the side leading back to camp.

Nikki quietly stood and grasping her makeshift staff, she turned away from the threat. She began to move quickly away from the creek and headed uphill. Nikki did not know how far she had walked, but she no longer heard anything trailing her. The sun was low on the horizon, and she was trembling from being soaking wet.

She stopped and ate a handful of trailmix.

I messed up

, she thought.

I have no idea which way camp is now. So much for POSH! Stacy and Kevin must be worried sick by now. Wait, what is that smell?

She stood and sniffed the air.

Wood smoke? That's what it is right?

She turned slowly in a circle until she determined the direction that the smoke was the strongest.

Smoke means fire, fire means I can get warm.

She picked up her pack and slung it across her back, setting out toward hopeful warmth. The smell of a campfire grew stronger, and she noticed light up ahead of her. Nikki stepped around a large pine tree and into a clearing. In the middle of the glade was a welcome campfire, crackling in the ever-darkening evening. A log was placed before the fire like a bench. Nikki trotted over to the log and sat down, pressing her hands toward the much-needed warmth.

She looked around the area, noticing a large stump with an axe imbedded in it, next to a pile of split firewood. On the other side was a camouflage tent set next to a cliff wall. She saw that a small stream was trickling through the hillside behind the firewood.

Someone wanted to be pretty secluded she thought. I hope they don't mind me borrowing their fire for a little bit.

Nikki pulled off her boots and sat them on a flat rock next to the stone fire ring. She then pulled her soaked socks off and wrung them out the best she could. She noticed a line tied between two trees with a pair of socks and mens underwear hanging there.

"That will work." She hung her socks over the line, noticing that the undershorts were made of a thin, nearly sheer material, and were a size large

.

Big boy huh? Nice.

She walked back to the log and sat, wishing she had packed a hoodie in her bag. Or anything that she could trade her wet tank and shorts for

.

But no, she hadn't planned on getting lost, or being chased by a, well not sure what that was. Whatever.

Nikki picked up a couple of pieces of split wood and tossed it onto the dying fire. She was so focused on trying to get warm, she failed to notice the man standing by the firewood. She startled, leaping to her feet, but he stood like a statue, just looking at her. To be honest, a short round statue. She guessed that he was about 5'6" or so and over two hundred pounds. He was dressed only in a pair of canvas pants and hiking boots. His round belly and broad chest were covered in a thick pelt of dark curly hair, matching the hair on his head and beard. The beard itself was trimmed but thick, and Nikki wondered how it would feel against her neck.

Get a grip on yourself Nik,

she thought. He had not moved or spoken since she noticed him.

She stood slowly, "Hey, I'm sorry to just crash your campsite sir, but I got lost and fell in the creek. I smelled your fire and needed to get warm. I'm not here to steal anything."

She waited for the man to actually move. He looked from her to the tent, and to where her socks were hung on his clothesline. She could almost see the wheels turning in his mind. I wish he would say something.

Brody

Brody loved being in the mountains. A friend took him to west Texas once and the ground was flat for as far as you could see. He hated it. He physically needed the hills and woods and flowing streams. It was the only place he could go and recharge. He had to escape people at least once every month. His job required him to deal with people every day, and in some pretty crappy situations. He did his job really well though, he had a way with de-escalating most situations. As a crisis intervention officer, he had to.

Due to the stressors of the career, Brody earned his time off. This clearing was his go to camping destination. He could spend the whole week here and not speak to another soul. He had spent his time after lunch chopping wood for his campfire. It was part of his ritual. He pulled his shirt off as he began to sweat. He loved the feel of swinging the axe and the sound it made as the wood was ripped apart. He fell into an easy rhythm, set wood on the stump, swing the axe, split the chunk. Repeat. He rolled his broad shoulders. He enjoyed the feeling of the breeze on his bare skin. The cool air made his nipples harden as he flexed his chest muscles.

He stared around at the pile of wood he had chopped over the last hour. That should get me through the week. He thunked the axe into the old, scarred stump, grabbed his shirt and walked over to the table by his fire ring. He picked up his water bottle and drained it in one big drink. He wiped sweat from his brow and sniffed as he got a whiff of man scent from his hairy pits. He smiled

.

Well, I guess I had better get me a bath so I don't funk up my tent on the first night here.

He tossed his shirt in the tent and grabbed his soap and rag and headed to a deep pool that he knew was upstream.

Brody sat down on the gravel shore of the round pool of clear water and untied his hiking boots. He sat them to the side and stuffed his socks in the boots. He then stood and glanced around the clearing, verifying that he was indeed alone.

Of course, he was

, he thought,

just like I like it

. He stripped his canvas woodland pants off and pulled the ice silk briefs down his thick hairy legs. He smiled at the thin brightly colored briefs. He usually wore subdued or dark colored clothing. His only concession was his underwear and socks. The brighter the better. He loved that he was the only one that knew about his secret desire for color and comfort.

He stood and stretched to his full 5'7" inches, scratching his round furry belly. He grabbed the bar of Squatch soap and rag and waded into the wonderful water. It was cold at first, but he was well insulated. He scrubbed the dirt and sweat from his skin and pelt.

Once he felt clean, he tossed the soap and rag to the shore and just floated around the pool. He looked up at the sun, guessing that it was getting close to 4 o'clock. He waded out of the water and lay down on the sun-warmed gravel. He lay there letting the moisture slowly dry on his stocky body.

Brody awoke, realizing that he must have fallen asleep. He sat up and saw that the sun had dropped below the horizon, and he was chilled. He stood and pulled on his pants, stuffing the briefs in his pocket as he pulled the socks and boots back on. He collected his bathing supplies and turned to head down the deer trail to his camp.

Brody was nearly back in camp when he paused. Something was different. His fire should have burned out in the time that he was away from camp, but he could hear it crackling and saw shadows dancing from the flames. He knelt down and peered through the trees into his camp.

Just his luck would be some doper out planting pot showing up

.

He stood and stealthily moved closer to the edge of the clearing. He stared across the campsite, spotting a young woman seated on his log. From his vantage point she appeared to be very pretty. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she was wearing a sunny yellow tank top and what appeared to be green khaki shorts. She had her arms wrapped around her to stay warm and was huddling close to the fire.

Well, this is interesting

, he thought.

He stepped into the clearing, and she did not look up. He moved slowly forward, not wanting to startle the beautiful young woman. He was next to the wood pile, just across the fire from her when she finally looked up, spotting him. He heard her gasp as she leaped up. She looked him up and down and he remained frozen. He had not moved or spoken since she noticed him.

She stood slowly, "Hey, I'm sorry to just crash your campsite sir, but I got lost and fell in the creek. I smelled your fire and needed to get warm. I'm not here to steal anything."

Brody & Nikki

Brody just stared at her when she stood, his breath caught in his throat. She had to be close to 6' tall and had curves to die for.

Nikki looked at him, "Sir? I am sorry. If you would show me how to get back to the trail to the Crooked Pine Campgrounds, I will get out of here." Brody could see the chill bumps on her tan, bare arms.

He finally broke his silence, "Ma'am, please sit back down." He picked up another stick of wood and placed it on the fire, sparks shot into the sky like orange shooting stars. She sat back down, rubbing her hands up and down her chilled arms.

His voice was deeper than she expected, a little gravelly, like he didn't use it much. He stayed across the fire from her, keeping his hands out and open, so as to not appear threatening. She looked at his face and noticed the kindness she saw in his eyes. Was that concern? He looked around the camp and toward his tent, and then walked around the fire to his temporary home. Nikki watched as he unzipped the front of the tent and crawled partially inside on all fours. She laughed quietly at how the canvas pants tightened around his round little butt. She could also see that his back was also covered with curly dark hair.

She

thought he really is a little round bear!

He popped back out of the tent with something in his hands. She saw that it was a dark colored hoodie with

CIT

across the back in white. He slowly approached her with the garment held before him.

"Here, this is clean, and I promise it is warm." He stopped just close enough to hand the shirt to her. Nikki reached out and took it from him with a grateful smile.

"Thank you, I'm Nikki."

He had stepped back a couple of paces, "Brody."

Nikki felt how thick the hoodie was and almost pulled it over her wet clothes but paused.

"Um, Brody, I fell in the creek just before I found your camp, and my clothes are soaked." She was surprised when she noticed a deep red blush creep across his round cheeks, just above his beard.

He looked back toward his tent, "If you want to, you can go in there and change out of your wet clothes." He then pointed across the fire pit, "I'll go sit over there, ok?"

That being said he walked over to the stump with the axe embedded in it and sat down. Nikki could tell that he was older than her, maybe 35.

He stood suddenly, "There is an electric lantern hanging from the middle of the ceiling, you just twist the knob to turn it on so you can see." He then sat back down.

Nikki stood and walked over to the tent, pulling the zipper further up.

I remember what I was looking at when he crawled in the half open door

, she thought with amusement. She stepped inside, seeing the green lantern hanging before her. She turned it on and was rewarded with a soft glow that lit up the inside of the tent. She was mildly surprised at how clean and organized it was inside. On one side of the spacious area was a full-sized air mattress with what appeared to be quality linens.

Beside it was a small folding bedside table with a weather radio and another radio or scanner of some type. Across the tent was an ice chest and a couple of backpacks. There was no trash or beer cans scattered around like some tents she had seen before.

A chill reminded her why she was in this stranger's tent, and she slowly pulled her tank top off and then unbuttoned her shorts and slipped them down her long legs. She realized then that her bra and panties were also still damp and cold. She unhooked her bra and freed her 36D breasts.

She then pulled her cheeky panties down over her broad hips and slipped them off. She took the borrowed oversized hoodie and held it up before her. She sniffed the thick, soft fabric. It smelled like a man should, of the outdoors and slightly of lavender. She inhaled the fragrance before slipping the shirt over her head and letting it fall down her long body.

Luckily the shirt was an XL and fell to about mid-thigh. She saw several pairs of brightly colored hiking socks next to one of the backpacks. Surely, he wouldn't mind me borrowing a pair to keep my feet warm, she mused. She picked out a pair of sunflower yellow wooly socks and pulled them onto her chilled feet and partway up her calves.

Brody

Holy crap!

Thought Brody when this vision stood up. She was several inches taller than him, and her shorts were not very long. He could not stop staring at those long legs that went up forever until they became curvy hips. Her body then tapered inward before reaching nice full breasts that were barely contained by the yellow tank top. Her arms were long and smooth, with just a hint of definition.

She wasn't afraid of physical activity,

he thought.

When she turned toward the tent, his eyes almost popped out of his head when he gazed upon her backside. He felt his cock starting to tingle just looking at her round, firm looking, ass. He shifted on the stump to relieve some pressure below his beltline. She walked to the tent and unzipped the opening all the way, barely having to duck to go inside. The flap fell shut just as the lantern lit up inside. He had not thought things through when he realized that he could see her silhouette through the light-colored fabrics of his tent.

OH!

Brody felt like he should look away, to give her some privacy. But, for some reason, he could not. He watched as she seemed to turn in a circle inside his oasis, probably checking things out.

Smart girl.

He then watched as she lifted the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head.

OH my God!

She then bent forward as she slid her hiking shorts down those long, sexy legs. She seemed to pause briefly, then she reached behind her back, unhooking her bra.

Brody felt his aroused cock pressing against the front of his pants. He almost passed out when she slipped her panties down those legs just before pulling the hoodie over her head. Another pause, and she bent down to pick up something from the floor.

Curious.

She lifted each foot and pulled something on.

My socks,

he realized.

Why didn't I think of that?

He smacked his head.

Because, idiot, you don't people well when it is not a crisis situation.

He was rubbing the spot he had smacked when this Angel emerged from the tent. The hoodie was like a short dress on her, very short. She had picked yellow socks. They almost matched the tank she had taken off.

Good choice.

She walked across the clearing to the clothesline and hung her garments there to dry. Right next to a pair of his nearly sheer briefs!

OH!

Brody & Nikki

Nikki came back over to the fire and sat on the log.

"Thank you, Brody. I am feeling much warmer now." She noticed that he still seemed to be blushing and was looking past her toward the tent. She looked back, noticing how the lantern lit up the dwelling like one of those shadow puppets shows. Now it was her turn to blush, realizing that she had been the show!