Magic Ingdom

She glanced out of the window at the surrounding snow-covered mountain peaks. It was a beautiful sight, and also one she never tired of seeing. The view beckoned her, as it always did, and she knew she needed to be out there. She dressed in appropriate clothes and headed out.

"Where are

you

going?" her sister asked, as if she did not know.

"The mountains are calling!"

Her sister merely shook her head as she watched her twenty-two-year-old older sister leave.

Once outside, she headed for her usual trail that was unknown to most and took her down the mountain past some incredible scenes: ragged snow-covered mountains, icy cold streams, and majestic waterfalls. She walked leisurely enjoying the brisk air on the way down where she connected with the Tour du Mont Blanc trail that led into La Fouly, Switzerland.

Farther along, she encountered a male hiker sitting alone on a fair-sized boulder. He had removed one shoe and sock and seemed to be massaging his ankle. He was very handsome.

"Are you okay?" she asked, sitting beside him, needing a rest herself.

"Yeah. Just stumbled on a rock, twisted my ankle a bit, but I'll be okay. Needed a rest anyway. Wish I could have made it to La Fouly to grab some lunch."

She unzipped her jacket, and he saw that she wore a tight pullover shirt that revealed fair-sized breasts, and her tight pants showed shapely legs. And of course, she was beautiful.

"It's just around the next bend. I was headed there for lunch also," she lied.

"I appreciate you stopping to check on me. If you don't mind me limping the rest of the way, I'd like to buy you lunch. I'm Brian, by the way."

"Mia. And I'm in no hurry."

Brian put his sock and shoe back on, and very slowly, they walked to the nearest cafe in La Fouly.

"Thank you," he said, removing his backpack, setting it down beside the table they found, and finally taking a seat.

"You are hiking the Tour du Mont Blanc?" Mia asked.

"I am. I believe I am just past halfway."

"Yes, that is correct. If you began at Les Houches."

"I did. Are you hiking it, as well?"

"No. Just local trails. Perhaps one day I will do the entire tour."

"So, you live around here?"

"Nearby."

Someone came to take their order. It was pasta for both.

"Is this your first time hiking the TMB?" Mia asked.

"Yes. I've hiked some other trails in the United States, but this is my first time in Europe."

"You are American? What brought you to do this one?"

"Yes." Brian chuckled. "Well, I've heard so much about it. But I also met this old man on the Appalachian Trail in the eastern United States—"

"Yes, I've heard of it."

"Apparently, this old guy had hiked all over the world, including here several times. He told me about a magic kingdom high up in these mountains. It made me want to search for it. Have you heard of it?"

"A

magic kingdom?

Doesn't sound like anything around here."

"It's supposed to be around here."

"Up in the mountains?"

"That's what he said."

"Why is it magic?"

Brian shrugged. "I don't know. That was how he described it."

Mia shrugged. "Good luck in finding it."

Their pasta was served.

"What else is there to do around here?" Brian asked. He noticed again how attractive Mia was. The air was a bit chilly, and her nipples imprinted on her shirt.

"Not much this time of year. There are other trails to hike. During the winter there is skiing. You are hiking alone?"

"Yes. I usually do."

She nodded her understanding. "No girlfriend?"

Brian chuckled, wondering if that question suggested interest. "No. I haven't been able to find a girl who enjoyed hiking."

"I

love

hiking. Is it more important to you than having a girlfriend?" Mia asked. She found him interesting.

"Not necessarily. And

you.

Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. Like you, I have not found one who could give me . . . what I want."

Intrigued, Brian nodded. "What is it you

want?"

She grinned playfully. "I don't know you well enough to say."

"I wish I knew

you

better. You are very attractive, and you seem very intelligent."

"That is kind of you to say. If you weren't on a quest, perhaps we could get to know each other."

"Really?

You would want to do that?" Brian asked.

"You are handsome and seem very intelligent also. And we both enjoy hiking."

"Well, perhaps I could stay the night here. We could also have dinner and get to know each other better."

"I would like that. Do you have a place to stay?"

"I've camped most of the way, but a comfortable hotel room would be nice for a change."

"That could be difficult. They are small and probably booked solid."

With a grimace, Brian said, "Guess I'll have to camp out, which is what I would have done if I had continued on as planned."

"I have a friend who works at one of the hotels," Mia said. "I'll talk to her and see if maybe she has one left."

"Thank you. I appreciate that. Where do you recommend for dinner?"

"The hotel restaurant, if they have a room. The food is good and it's casual. I wouldn't have time to go home and change."

"Then, there it is. I'll follow you to the hotel."

They finished their lunch, Brian paid, and then, his ankle having improved, Mia led him the short distance to the hotel.

"Wait here," Mia instructed when they were just outside.

Brian did as she said.

He watched from the doorway as Mia talked to another young, attractive woman at the hotel's front desk. They talked for several minutes as though catching up, smiling, and giggling. Finally, he saw the desk clerk hand Mia a key, and with a final smile, Mia turned to where Brian was standing and summoned him with her finger.

As he caught up to Mia, Brian nodded to the desk clerk and handed her his credit card. She had an odd grin on her face as she processed it and then watched him walk away.

It was a small but comfortable room with a large bed and modern bathroom.

"Wow! This is magnificent! I can't wait to take a shower to wash the trail off."

"Do not let me stop you."

"What are you going to . . ."

"I'll wait here for you, if you don't mind. I don't really have anything else to do."

That took Brian by surprise. "Oh. Okay."

There was only a small desk and chair that Mia sat on.

Brian hurried into the bathroom and had a relaxing, cleansing shower, and a shave. He dressed in his only other change of clothes. "I feel like a new person," he said, exiting the bathroom.

"You might even be more handsome now," Mia said with a smile. "The hotel will launder your clothes, if you like."

"That would be wonderful."

It was still early afternoon, so Brian sat on the bed to chat. Mia spoke little about herself, saying only that she grew up in the area and went to college in Switzerland where she studied a wide range of subjects, mostly business and government.

Brian thought that was interesting considering that she lived in a small village, but she merely explained that's what interested her. Mia tactfully steered the conversation around to Brian, and he was only too happy to impress her by talking about himself. He did his best not to sound boastful. He had earned his college degree in finance and was an executive with one of the largest banks in the United States.

It was boring for Mia to listen to, but she let Brian talk because she was taking a liking to him and, next to hiking, he was obviously very enthusiastic about it. But finally, it was time to go to the restaurant for dinner. Brian's ankle was obviously better.

Brian urged Mia to order for them. She started with a French Chardonnay to drink and a traditional Swiss cheese fondue as an appetizer. For their main course, she ordered Cordon Bleu with chicken. Both were too full for dessert, but they did polish off the bottle of wine.

It was approaching dark when they finished.

"May I walk you home?" Brian offered.

"Thank you, but it is dark and too far. I can stay with Sophie tonight—my friend at the hotel. She has a room there."

"Oh. That's good. Can we meet for breakfast in the morning?"

"I will look forward to it."

* * *

"Heidi, where is your sister?"

"She left this morning for a hike."

"She has not returned?"

"No, mother. She will likely stay at the hotel as she frequently does when she does not return by evening."

"Yes, I know. Please call down there to make certain she is there."

Heidi, Mia's eighteen-year-old sister, did as requested. When the phone was answered, she asked, "Sophie, it's Heidi. Is Mia staying the night there?"

"Yes. Do you need to speak with her?"

"No. My mother just wanted to check. Thank you."

Heidi then reported to her mother.

* * *

As Brian prepared for bed, which really only consisted of brushing his teeth and stripping down to his underwear—obviously, he did not have pajamas because he expected to be sleeping in his tent, and it was extra weight. But even during that brief process, he couldn't get over a mishap turning into a stroke of luck; that being meeting Mia. He'd been instantly smitten. The fact that this hike was in part to find that "magic kingdom," which he now doubted even existed, but he'd found so much more in the young Swiss woman.

The question now was, what did he do about it? If he had read her correctly, she seemed interested in him, as well. After all, she stopped to check on him when he stupidly twisted his ankle, she had lunch with him, got him a hotel room, had dinner with him, and was going to meet him for breakfast. Obviously, if he wanted to pursue a relationship with her, it would have to be here in this tiny Swiss village. Was he willing to remain here? For how

long?

Surely within a couple of days, they would know if there was something there. Then would be the time for some big decisions. Brian continued to let a scenario play out in his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

Sometime during the night, he awakened, but didn't know why until the wood floor creaked. He sat up. There was enough ambient light that he thought he saw someone. "Hello?"

"Sorry, I did not mean to awaken you."

"Mia?"

"Yes. Sophie snores. I cannot sleep with her. Do you mind some company?"

And he was just extolling his luck in meeting her. Now, she wanted to

sleep

with him. "Okay," he agreed, he hoped not too eagerly.

As she came around the bed, the curtains to the balcony doors were not completely drawn and enough light seeped in for him to see that she wore only a low-cut, midriff top and bikini panties. But he could see no more when she reached her side of the bed, and didn't know that her pause before getting in was to remove her panties.

The temperature under the covers became cooler as she slid in, but just as quickly warmed up.

"Thank you," Mia whispered.

"You're welcome."

Then she squirmed closer to spoon him, putting her arm around his waist.

He didn't expect that, but of course, was not put off by it. Her hand drifted downward dangerously close to his crotch, then back up to his waist. Was she waiting to see what his response would be? But it was not enough to make her intention completely clear. Now, her hand went up to his shoulder in a caressing motion.

Brian turned his head slightly, but not enough to see her.

Mia made her intentions known when she slowly slid her hand back down, around his waist, and then—contact with his cock that was already hard. She purred. "I do not have many opportunities," she whispered.

"Nor do I."

"How convenient." Mia latched onto his dick rubbing it with her palm, moaning all the while.

Brian couldn't help allowing a moan to escape his lips. It had been a while for him, also. He decided to turn over. As he did, Mia did also. That's when he noticed she was nude from the waist down. Assuming it was what she wanted, he reached out and placed his hand on her bare hip.

"Mmmm."

Taking that as a positive response, Brian slid his fingers down between her closed legs. He stopped just before touching her pussy, although she pumped her hips up slightly to encourage him to do so. Instead, he moved his hand up to her breasts, and she lifted her top so he could fondle her bare skin.

"Mmmm," she whimpered again, reaching back to pull his head closer to hers. She twisted her neck so they could kiss.

With their lips attached, Brian reached down to caress her pussy. Turning more onto her side, Mia bent her legs so he could approach from behind.

Mia grabbed for Brian's boxers, feverishly attempting to push them down. He shot her a questioning look, to which she nodded vigorously. He quickly shed his boxers completely, grabbed his cock, and rubbed it between her legs.

"Yes, yes, yes," she said with whispered urgency.

The more he rubbed, the heavier her breathing became.

"Don't tease," she begged.

Brian didn't want to tease, either, so he applied more pressure to spread her labia until his dick found her hole and slid in. She was wet and tight. And she felt wonderful!

Once completely in, he wrapped his arms around her and pumped slowly to a steady hum of pleasure from her. She twisted her head back so they could kiss, and afterward, he kept his lips pressed to her cheek. There was a look of unabashed ecstasy on her face.

"You feel so good," she whined.

She did also, merely lying still as he fucked her. If her expression was any clue, she was helpless to do anything but lie there. Then she reached her arm around to pull his head closer for another kiss.

Brian kept thinking this was too good to be true and that he would awaken and find himself alone in bed rubbing his cock against a pillow. But he just as quickly realized that her whimpering and the feel of her was too real. He alternated pumping fast and slow and spread his fingers to be able to completely cover both her tits with his hand.

Mia maintained her grasp on his head holding it close to her as the volume of her moans increased. She actually grabbed a wad of his hair and held on.

For his part, Brian took each of her nipples between each forefinger and thumb. He squeezed each gently, and she moaned softly. Then as he rubbed the tips with his fingertips, the tenor of her groaning became even louder, she tensed and relaxed and tensed and relaxed again as she climaxed. She trembled, reached behind them both, grabbed his ass as best she could to prevent him from pulling out. So, he continued to thrust, feeling her vaginal muscles pulsing against his cock. Finally, she held him to stop.

He continued to hold her tightly.

A minute later, Mia sat up and removed her top, rendering her completely naked. She surprised him by grabbing his cock, bending over, and taking it into her mouth. Her eyes were on his as she went down on him. He was not huge, but big enough, though not difficult for her to take all the way in. She seemed lost in what she was doing, as though completely enjoying it. She alternated sucking and stroking.

And when he started groaning, Mia became intent on bringing him to orgasm, sucking and stroking simultaneously. That was about all he could take.

"I'm going to come," Brian warned.

And that only had her clamping her lips tighter around his shaft. He couldn't hold out any longer and let loose his load in her mouth. He watched her cheeks puff out as he filled her mouth, and he could see her swallowing some, but she couldn't take it all and allowed some it to drip down his rod, and cascade over her fist.

Looking up at him, she grinned but then licked it all up to clean his dick.

When she finished, she sat up again, still smiling. Easing out of bed, she trotted into the bathroom. He heard the faucet run water after which she returned with a warm, wet cloth that she used to further clean his cock. She returned the cloth to the bathroom, and came to bed, climbing back in.

"Thank you," Mia said, lying down. "I

needed

that."

"Didn't hurt me, either." Brian lay down beside her.

Snuggling against him, Mia said, "We'll talk in the morning."

* * *

Of course, Brian slept much better than he had the previous few nights in his tent. The heat and steady breathing of the naked body beside him nudged him to wakefulness. As morning had broken, the room was much lighter, and he couldn't help turning onto his side to gaze upon the beautiful vision beside him. She had pushed the covers down to her waist treating him to an amazing view of her breasts.

It was all he could do not to reach out and caress her bountiful boob. But then she opened her eyes and saw what he was staring at. "You can touch," she whispered.

Believing that is what she wanted, Brian casually reached out to caress her breast with only his fingertips. "So, does Sophie really snore?" he asked with a grin.

"A little," Mia answered with a smirk. "Maybe not that bad. Like I said last night, I don't get many opportunities since I graduated college and returned home."

Brian merely nodded. He didn't really need an explanation but was happy to listen if she needed to explain.

"I don't usually go with strangers."

"Nor do I. So, that is why we spent most of yesterday getting to know each other," Brian said.

She chuckled. "Yes." Looking down, she added, "I've taken a real liking to you. It would be wonderful to get to know you even better."

"I'd like that, too," Brian admitted.

"Could you be persuaded to stay longer? I think it is possible we could have a future together. If that would interest you."

"It would. I'm on a two-week vacation. I planned eleven days to complete the TMB. I allowed a day to travel here and a day to travel home. That leaves me a day to see if . . ."

A frown appeared on Mia's face. "That's not very much time."

". . . I want to stay longer."

That brought a smile.

"That is

wonderful!

You will want to stay. I want to take you on a trail today that no one knows about."

"You don't need to go home?"

With a grin, she answered, "Eventually."

"Hiking a trail is how you want to spend the time?"

"You will not be disappointed."

* * *

They enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, during which Sophie advised Mia that her sister had called the night before, to which Mia merely nodded.

"Are you in trouble with your family?" Brian had to ask.

"No. I just should have let them know I was staying in the village," was her casual response. "I doubt they were surprised. I've done this from time to time."

Departing the hotel, she led him along the Dranse de Ferret, a river that ran through La Fouly until they could cross, and then through other parts of the village until they reached a trail at the base of the mountain, which Brian believed to be Mont Dolent.

"This is Mont Dolent."

"Yes, it is."

"We're going to climb it?"

"Yes, we are."

"In my research to hike the TMB, I thought I read that Mont Dolent was off limits to climbers?" Brian reported.

"That's true," Mia agreed. "But it does not apply to locals. And this is a trail no one knows of."

"Really?

The article I read did not mention that."

"They never do."

"Why

is

that?"

"You will see."

As they continued on, Brian was surprised at how easy it was. The trail, so far, was not difficult, which suggested that the danger of climbing was not the problem. However, the path became a bit more difficult the farther they went. It was not unlike any of the trails on the Tour du Mont Blanc. But he had studied that route, had seen videos, and knew what to expect. Here, every turn was a new experience. They took several breaks, and each time, Brian was in awe of the amazing scenery: mountains and greenery at the lower levels, mountains, and snow higher up, and the occasional waterfall.

After they had been at it for six hours, Brian had to ask, "How much farther?"

"Almost there."