Stormy Hie

Melissa called out again. She knew no one would be able to hear her, but she had no other options. She had been hiking for hours and had become lost. She had food and water, so she hadn't panicked. But while trying to climb up a steep slope, hoping to reach a location where her cell phone would work, she slipped.

It could be worse - she was scraped and bruised, but nothing seemed broken. But she knew she was in serious trouble. She was at the bottom of a ravine, with a twisted ankle that wouldn't support her weight. There was no way she could climb out. She wasn't sure how long she had been here, but it was getting darker - and colder - quickly. She felt like crying.

And then she heard it - a deep barking from above. She tried to call out, but she was almost hoarse from yelling. But when the barking changed to a howl, she knew the dog had heard her.

Then the howling stopped. "What is it, boy? Did you find something?" A man's voice, not too far away. And then she did begin to cry; tears of relief as her intense stress began to fade. "Helloooo!" he shouted. "Melissa! Are you there?"

"Here!" she managed.

"Are you okay?" He sounded relieved but concerned.

"I think so... but I can't get back up."

"Don't move... I'm coming down. You'll be fine now, just try and relax." The confidence returned to his voice, and her body obeyed, relaxing.

"Good boy! You did it! Now it's my turn... Stay!" His voice was deep and commanding. She could hear a loud metallic pinging. "'I'm going to run a rope down, just in case. It's pretty steep here." Within a minute, Melissa saw an orange rope dropping down about ten feet from her.

It was followed quickly by a tall man in a park ranger uniform:: a dark green shirt, khaki pants, and a khaki vest with more pockets than she could count. She couldn't see his face at first; it was shadowed by his ranger's hat and dark beard. He rappelled smoothly down the cliff, landing hard. He seemed to be in a hurry, but he spoke slowly and clearly when he turned to her.

"You're scraped up a bit. Anything broken?" He tried to sound casual, but she could tell by the way his penetrating eyes were scanning her that he was worried.

"I don't think so. Just a sprained ankle."

"Good. But I need to make sure - may I examine you?" he asked, but it wasn't really a question. She nodded. He didn't waste any time, kneeling beside her. "I'm Jack. I assume you're Melissa Conner?"

She nodded again. "Melissa is fine... umm... Nice to meet you, Jack."

He held a finger up. "Don't turn your head, but follow with your eyes," he told her, moving his hand from one side to the other, and back. "Good."

"Do you know what day it is?"

"Saturday, I hope," she laughed.

"Yes.. good. Sorry, I have to ask," he laughed too.

"Do you know how long you've been down here?" He wrapped a hand around her uninjured ankle, and gently squeezed as he moved it up past her knee. He continued to ask her more questions, distracting her as he continued to check for injuries. He checked her arms, and then her ribs, pressing gently. "No pain?"

She shook her head. "Just a little."

"This will hurt, but I need to check, in case you need a splint." He slowly moved her injured ankle. "Owww... " Melissa closed her eyes, grimacing.

"That's good - nothing is broken, as far as I can tell. You're pretty lucky... that's quite a fall. I brought a harness. But I think it will be quicker if I just use the rope to pull you back up. Does that sound okay?"

"Yes... I don't think I could climb, even with help."

He took off his small backpack, and pulled out a harness. He helped her roll over and then back. Reaching around her, he secured the harness across her chest, and between her legs. He moved quickly and deftly, but she still felt a tingling deep inside as his hands brushed against her.

"Sorry if it seems like I'm rushing," he told her, "but it's going to be dark soon, and there's a storm coming." As if on cue, a deep peal of thunder rumbled in the distance. He quickly adjusted the harness, making sure it fit snugly. Then he stood, put his pack back on, and helped her gently to her feet. He wove the orange rope through the carabiners on the harness.

"I'll climb back up, and then pull you to the top. Just relax, and you'll be out of here in no time." She smiled. He climbed quickly up the cliff, barely pausing to find a handhold, looking like he had done it many times.

"Ready?" he called down.

"Ready," she confirmed.

The rope tightened, and then she was lifted off the ground. Up.... pause... up... pause... two feet at a time. Halfway up, she could tell the wind had picked up; the sky was dark and gray. And then the rain began pouring down. It wasn't a light spring rain, but a hard autumn storm; she was drenched by the time she reached the top.

He secured the rope, and then reached over, taking the harness with both hands, and pulling her safely onto the edge. "There's a cabin not too far from here," he shouted over the storm. "We'll be safe there. Do you think you can walk a bit, with help?" She nodded.

He helped her to her feet, slipped the rope out, and began to remove the harness. She started to help, and then blushed as she realized the rain had soaked through her shirt, and her breasts were clearly visible. The cold wind tugging at her shirt had made her nipples hard.

He pretended not to notice, but when he repacked the harness, he pulled out a windbreaker and helped her put it on. "You're already soaked through, but this will help keep you warm."

"This fellow is 'King'," he said, reaching down to pet the big husky. "Woof!" the dog barked, wagging his tail, and then shaking the rain off his glossy fur. "King - cabin!" Jack ordered. The dog took off at once, bounding up the trail.

Jack put her arm over his shoulders, and then supported her with his arm. "I can support most of your weight, just take it slow. We'll follow King, he knows the way better than I do."

They gradually ascended the steep, rocky path. The storm and thick evergreen trees prevented them from seeing far, but they could hear King barking, always staying about thirty feet ahead of them.

Melissa wasn't sure how long the hike took, but it was pitch black when they finally reached the cabin, and she was exhausted. Jack had been chatting the whole way, encouraging her, but he was probably just trying to distract her from the pain.

He helped her inside, and then onto one of the lower bunk beds. "You did great Melissa! I'll get a fire started - we need to warm you up. And there should be some food here too. Just give me a few minutes." He helped her lift her injured leg up and then wrapped a blanket around her.

He chatted with her, asking about her interests and such, and soon had a fire going in the small fireplace. Then he pulled one of the mattresses over next to the fire, and helped her over to it. She must have been colder than she realized; she could feel herself shivering. "You should get out of those wet clothes, and into a couple of blankets. I'll see if I can get the radio working."

"There's electricity here?" Melissa asked. "Sorry, no," he responded, "it's got a hand-crank for charging it." As he busied himself turning the crank, she peeled off her drenched clothes and wrapped a blanket around herself. Embarrassed a bit, she watched him, but his attention was fixed on the radio.

She listened as he made contact with the ranger station, and informed them that she had been found, and they were safe in the summit cabin.

"How about some hot chocolate?" he asked. "Not a lot of food here, but there are some granola bars at least," he added, searching the cabinet.

"Hot chocolate would be great," Melissa responded. "The fire feels nice, but I could use something warm inside me, I think." And then she blushed again, realizing how that must have sounded.

Jack hooked a kettle over the fire, poured some water into a bowl for King, and then began to undress; his clothes were soaked through too. He wrapped himself in a blanket and then joined her by the fire.

"Umm... so you knew my name. I guess you were looking for me?" Melissa asked.

"Yep," he confirmed. "Just a precaution. But since your log at the station said you planned to be back around three, and we knew you were hiking alone with a storm coming, we sent a couple teams out to look. It was really smart that you entered your planned trail; a lot of people don't bother to do that."

"Well.. thank you!" she said, meaning it.

"You're welcome," he smiled. "I knew we'd be the ones to find you," he added. "King is the best tracker we've got." He reached over to pet the husky, who was stretched out sleeping next to Melissa.

The kettle began to whistle. Jack used some tongs to remove it from the fire. As he reached over, the blanket he was weaning fell from his shoulders. His hands occupied, he let the blanket fall to the ground as he carried the kettle to the kitchen counter. He was wearing his underwear, but it didn't leave much to the imagination. He poured two cups, and added a few spoonfuls of the chocolate powder into each of them.

"Sorry, no marshmallows," he said, handing one of the cups to her. He sat down on the end of the mattress, on top of the fallen blanket.

Melissa sipped slowly, savoring the smell and taste. "That's the best hot chocolate I've ever had," she laughed. "And it really is helping to warm me up," she added. "In fact, I don't think I need this anymore," she said softly, letting her blanket fall around her. She was wearing her panties too, but no bra - as he had already seen when he helped her out of the harness. He averted his eyes, staring at the fire, and swallowed a large sip of the warm drink.

"I found the first-aid kit here. We should wrap your ankle," he said. "It will help keep the swelling down." He sat his cup down, pulled out the wrap, and then gently lifted her leg onto his lap. "This may hurt a bit," had admitted. But she barely felt any pain as his hands carefully wrapped her ankle.

"Do you think you could check my other leg again, like you did before - just to make sure?" she whispered, stretching out her uninjured leg towards him. He took her foot into his very warm hands. She closed her eyes and leaned back onto her elbows as she felt him massaging her foot. After a long day of hiking, it felt wonderful, and she let out an involuntary "mmm..."

His hands moved to her ankle, and then her calf, deeply massaging her tired muscles. When he stopped just above her knee, she reached down and pulled his hands up her thigh. "Oh that feels nice," she breathed.

"You must hike a lot," he said. "Your legs are in great shape."

"Well, one of them anyway," she laughed. "But yeah, I do - I love hiking."

"If you want some company next time, just let me know," he offered. "I know the trails around here pretty well."

"Can King come with us?" she asked. "If so, then it's a date," she smiled.

"I couldn't stop him if I tried," he laughed. "He seems pretty attached to you already."

"I have that effect on a lot of... animals," she teased. She sat up slowly, stretching her arms above her head. "Could you do my arms now?" she asked. Without waiting for his response, she twisted around, and lay back onto his lap. Her long hair brushed against his bare legs, and her breasts rose and fell sensuously as she breathed deeply.

He took each of her hands in his, holding her arms up against his chest. He stroked each finger, and then her palms, her wrists, and her arms. As he reached her sensitive underarms, she guided his hands to her breasts, and then reaching up, she pulled his head down so that his mouth met hers.

They kissed deeply for several minutes, his hands never leaving her breasts, his fingers playing with her hard nipples. He was hard too - she could feel his cock against her head as he gently shifted out from under her. He laid her back down onto a pillow, and then leaned over her, kissing down her neck until his lips reached her breasts.

He licked and kissed every inch of her breasts, finally sucking her nipple and most of her tit into his warm wet mouth. His chest pressed down against her, and she licked him too, flicking and nibbling his small nipples. He got the hint and did the same to hers. His lips pressed firmly around each nipple as he sucked and tugged on them.

Melissa would have been happy to let him do that all night long if he wanted, but she felt him lean forward, and begin to kiss his way down her stomach. His hands reached out ahead, exploring and caressing her. As he began to slide off her panties, she lifted her hips. He slid them down to her knees, and then his mouth was between her legs.

She could feel his hot breath against her as kissed her thighs and her mound. She could hear him breathing in through his nose, and knew he could smell her arousal. His fingers parted her lips as his tongue slid into her, tasting her.

As he shifted forward to remove her panties completely, she did the same for him, pulling his underwear off, releasing his hard cock. He rested a knee on each side of her head, and gently pulled her knees up, moving his mouth back onto her.

His balls hung just above her mouth. She breathed in deeply, filling herself with his scent, clean and fresh from the rain. She opened her mouth and sucked in one of his balls. She could hear him moan, as he plunged his tongue into her.

She reached up to stroke his cock just as his fingers pushed into her cunt, his mouth sucking in her clit.

Melissa wanted more, and could tell he did too. She sucked on her finger for a moment, getting it as wet as she could, and then gently pushed it into his asshole. With her other hand, she pulled his cock down to her mouth, sucking on his warm, sensitive head and licking his shaft.

He followed her lead, withdrawing his fingers from her, and pushing them into her ass. His tongue began to massage her clit, flicking and pressing against it until she thought she would explode with pleasure. And then she felt his hips begin to move as he forced his cock deeper into her, fucking her mouth as his fingers had fucked her ass and cunt.

She reached around him, grabbed his hips, and pulled him down until he was buried in her throat. A wave of ecstasy flowed through her entire body, and she felt his mouth drinking in every drop from her. His cock began to throb at the same time, shooting his cum into her throat and mouth as he pulled out, the last few spurts went onto her face and neck.

Jack rolled off, collapsing next to her, breathing hard. She reached down, found his hand, and tugged until he twisted around, laying with his head next to hers. As their breathing slowed gradually, she leaned over to kiss him softly on the lips. He pulled her closer, using his tongue to lick the strands of his cum into her mouth.

She pulled him on top of her. She felt him pull a blanket over both of them, and then they were both asleep, exhausted, but deeply satisfied.