Jason Fields slipped off a massive winter glove to check his wristwatch -- 4 p.m. That meant he had an hour of sunlight remaining, maybe less. He was hiking through the remote Blue Mountains in eastern Oregon, trying to escape the memories of Tabitha, his prude, bitchy ex-wife. Their divorce had finalized three weeks' prior, and Jason couldn't wait to vacation for a few weeks and reconnect with nature.
Jason was a jet mechanic by profession, and each day after handling machines, tools, and giant engines, he wanted to place his hands on something soft -- Tabitha. Unfortunately, his ex-wife's sexual favors came with endless demands of chores, obeisance and propriety.
"Only when you finish those Christmas thank-you cards."
"Not until next month, when my new diet ends!"
"Maybe if you straighten your closet, or at least sort the laundry!"
Jason still heard her shrill voice in his head, and it spurred his feet along the mountain path, over hill-rises, under bridges, past icy lakes and through frozen meadows. Jason didn't even dislike all of Tabitha's demands...at first. Early in their marriage, he would perform her desired tasks, and they would have sex, and life was good. But the next time he was horny, which was often a week or more away, Tabitha demanded twice as much work, and the sex was half as enthusiastic.
Eventually, Jason began to resort to internet porn and masturbation, and after that escape was utilized to the maximum, he still felt lonely and unhappy. He divorced Tabitha exactly four years after they had wed (no children, thank heavens) and now he was hiking through the ancient Blue Mountains, trying to figure his next steps in life.
The mountain path opened to a scenic overlook. There was an old picnic table in a nearby clearing, and Jason ambled to it, brushed off a layer of snow, and sat down. Sweet heavens, sitting felt good! He slid his heavy pack off his shoulders, and the tension vanished in his neck and back. Even in heavy winter boots, his feet were cold and sore. At least the view was picturesque -- hundreds of miles of pristine, forested wilderness.
He extracted his wallet and looked at a photo of himself and Tabitha. He was a handsome man, he thought, with short brown hair and a square, chiseled face. He was six-foot-three, and his upper body was muscled from years of hard mechanic work. Tabitha was a stereotypical short blonde, with big tits and a thin waist. In their relationship's early months, they fucked like jackrabbits -- what went wrong? Jason asked himself this same question every day for weeks. He still had no answer.
Despairing, he ate a hunk of beef jerky and washed it down with brackish water. His lips were numb and cracked, his back ached, and his belly nowhere near full, but he was content. Getting away from Tabitha had been a good first step. Every muscle in his body began to relax as he ate and regained strength, every single muscle...except one. Jason's penis seemed to flop and swing with a mind of its own, and all Jason could think about was warm mouths and soft, pink vaginas. There were none of those for miles, though.
He began hiking again, and the sun dipped low in the western sky. Jason decided to stop and pitch a tent for the evening. Hiking alone in the dark and untamed wilderness was akin to suicide. Though Jason was freezing and depressed, he was not suicidal. He wanted to live, if only to get thoroughly screwed one last time.
After camp was set, Jason laid down and rested his head on a stiff pillow. He wasn't sleepy, but there was nothing to do in the wilderness, not after dark for a lone person. As his mind began to disconnect, a voice cut through the night air.
"Hello! Who's in there? Hello!" the voice called.
Jason sat up immediately. There was another soul out in these barren backwoods? How was that even possible? Irked at the intrusion of his solitarian bliss, Jason pulled on his winter boots and stepped out into the cold night.
A woman was there. She was garbed for a blizzard -- thick trousers, oversized jacket, gloves, wool cap...but there was no doubt that she was a woman. Blonde hair coiled around her face, and her hips were cocked to the side like only a woman is capable of. She was standing just a few feet from Jason, and her eyes -- Jason could tell even in the dark -- were porcelain blue. She was beautiful, he thought, surpassing even Tabitha in pure loveliness.
"Hi," Jason said.
"Hi," she answered. They stood for a long moment, sizing each other up, and then the woman broke the silence. "I'm Mary, and you're on my land."
Jason cursed himself. He knew that private citizens owned various portions of the Blue Mountain Park, and he thought he had been careful to avoid trespassing, but apparently not. Had he simply walked over a downed fence, or ignored a 'trespassing' sign along the way? The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed.
"I'm so sorry, I must have gotten lost. I'm Jason, by the way."
"Nice to meet you," Mary said. "So, you got lost?"
"Yes, I was following the old moose path, but then the snowdrifts obscured the way, and I doubled back...and got lost," Jason said, feeling foolish in front of this beautiful woman.
"If you want," Mary said, "you can pack up your things and follow me to my cabin. It's just a mile from here, and we can get warm, and you can get...oriented."
"That would be great," he answered.
*****
Mary's cabin was tucked under a gorge, so skillfully constructed and located that Jason might have missed the entrance if he wasn't shown the way. When he walked through the door, he was immediately struck by the cabin's modernity: a large-screen TV, black leather furniture, a roaring fireplace and decorative wall-art. Jason set his bags down by the front door, and Mary casually stripped off her winter wares, leaving nothing on her frame except yoga shorts and a bra. Her figure was slender and athletic, and in the fire's light, her face even more stunningly beautiful.
Jason's tongue caught in his mouth. "It's very warm in here," he said, "I guess I'll lose these heavy clothes."
As Jason undressed, he could feel the pressure of Mary's eyes on his body, and her audible breathing seemed to indicate approval. Once he was reduced to sweatpants and a t-shirt, Mary handed him a glass of wine. Jason took the heady liquid without hesitation, and Mary took his hand and guided him to the couch.
They sat for a moment, simply looking at each other. Once the silence became unbearable, Jason took a deep gulp of wine and smiled. "So, did you build this place on your own?"
