The New Girl - a Man's Perspective

Chapter 9: Making a New Friend

The next morning I woke refreshed. The sun shined into my tent. The birds chirped, and the sun was warm on my face as I exited my tent. I heard the waterfall over the ridge. I'm glad I took a vacation, even though it was in the middle of winter. Dad, Greg and I used to camp all the time, so it prepared me for the cold. If I got too cold, I could sit in my car in the heat. I rekindled the fire and looked over the ridge at the waterfall and river while drinking my coffee. The fish were jumping. Good time to head down and try to catch a few. I grabbed my fishing pole and tackle box and hiked down to the river. I caught another 6 fish before lunch. Looking around, I noticed there was another person further up river. I squinted to see who it was. I thought I was alone up here? As long as they left me alone, I didn't care. Whoever it was moved like a female, I noticed. I moved a little closer to get a better look. It was a woman. She wore a white hat, work gloves, and overalls. I watched as she fished and caught at least 3 with every cast of her line. She reminded me of Amy, but that certainly wasn't her? I didn't even tell Greg where I was going.

She looked up and saw me and waved. I froze. She went back to fishing, and I looked around to see if there was anyone behind me. This was kind of creepy. She looked like Amy from a distance. No one knows I'm here, though. I packed my gear up and headed back to camp. As I sat next to the fire, I thought about how she could know that I was here. Unless she cloned my phone or figured out how to turn my location on when took those photos and video, she couldn't know. I looked up and saw the woman standing a short distance away from my camp, staring at me from behind a tree.

"HEY! Who are you and what do you want?" I yelled.

She ducked back behind the tree. I stared for several minutes to see if she would return, but she didn't. I sat back down and decided I should move on. The mountains were beautiful this time of year, and there are plenty of secluded spots to camp. After packing all my gear in the car, I looked at my paper map. Yes, I still used a paper map to plot camp spots. That's how dad taught Greg & I. It was a camping map anyway, so it had all the information pertaining to safe campsites, water, wildlife, etc. I headed up the mountain further. Maybe I would hike to the summit once I found a suitable spot? I drove up the road and saw the perfect spot facing due east in a clearing. The sun would warm up my tent in the morning better than the last campsite. I unpacked and started a fire. As I sat by the fire and studied my map, I heard twigs snap behind me. I stood up and spun around. I had a hunting knife on me, so if there was someone that was going to try anything, they would regret it... unless they had a gun.

"Hello? Who's there?" I said.

No answer.

"Hey! I said who's there? Come out. Show yourself!" I yelled this time.

The same woman peaked her head out from around a tree again. Who is she? What does she want? I got nervous. Was she going to kidnap me? Maybe torture or kill me? Son of a bitch. Why me? She came closer, and I stepped back, almost into the fire. I pulled my hunting knife and watched as she slowly stepped towards me.

"Who are you? What do you want?" I said.

She pulled her hood back and removed her hood.

"Take it easy. My name is Donna. I live just over the mountain. I saw you spying on me down there. You never waved back," she said with her hands raised.

"Yet you're still stepping towards me and you have a gun strapped to your side," I said.

She stopped and put her hands out.

"Ok, fair enough. You can put the knife away. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just checking to make sure you're ok. No one ever comes up the mountain this far. I'm curious why you're here," she said.

"Well, I'm camping. Now, what do you really want?" I said.

"I never caught your name," she said, trying to disarm me.

"That's because I never told you my name. Now what do you want?" I snapped.

"Easy, killer. I told you, I'm not here to hurt you. Can I sit and we can talk?" she asked, gesturing to the fire.

I nodded and sat on one side. She sat on the other. She grabbed the coffeepot and my mug and poured herself a cup. I scowled and looked at my mug.

"Sure, help yourself," I said sarcastically.

"I think we started off on the wrong foot. Like I said, I just wanted to check up on you and make sure you're ok. No one ever comes up the mountain this far, so I got concerned when I saw you fishing this morning. That's all. Then again, having a fishing pole and seeing your camp didn't make me think you were a lost hiker. I figured you knew what you were doing. But you can never be too sure," she said.

"I suppose. My dad used to take my brother & I camping all the time, a lot through the winter. I'm no rookie when it comes to this," I said.

"Good. I've had to rescue more than a few hikers before. It's not my favorite thing to do," she said.

"Well, thank you for your concern," I said.

I sat there and stared at her with apprehension. She could see it and she stood up and handed me the mug, then turned to walk back to her cabin. She turned back and held out her hand.

"It was nice to meet you and be safe, whoever you are," she said.

"Jeff," I said, shaking her hand.

I watched her walk back down the mountain and sat back down. 'What the hell was that,' I thought, poking at the fire. Later that night, I laid at the door to my tent and stared into the dwindling embers. I was restless. I dozed in and out of sleep, because I thought I kept hearing strange noises outside.

'GRRRRRRR...' I heard outside. Something was rustling around behind my tent. I sat straight up and grabbed my knife. It sounded like it was coming around the backside of my tent. I almost shit myself, I was so scared.

'BANG,' suddenly rang out.

"What the fuck!?" I screamed.

"Jeff? It's ok, I got it. Mountain lion. Sorry. It's me, Donna. You ok?" she asked, shining a bright flashlight towards me.

"What the fuck just happened?" I yelled.

"You just about became a mountain lion's midnight snack. I warned you it's not safe up here, Jeff," she said, "why don't we pack you up and you can stay at my cabin tonight. You will be safe there," she said.

Being in the stunned state, I agreed and started grabbing everything I could inside my tent and rushing it to my car. Dad never prepared me for that. Donna and I packed all my gear in the car and we drove back down to her cabin halfway down the mountain. I didn't realize I was up that high and was happy she found me before I became a snack.

"So, Jeff, you're from the city?" she asked, trying to make small talk.

"Uh, yeah. The city," I said.

"Well, I'm glad you have experience up here in the mountains. Had I not been monitoring you from my cabin, I never would have never made it to you before that mountain lion did," she said.

"Look, I never intended for you to rescue me from certain death. I'm sorry you had to come up here to rescue me. I could have handled it though." I said.

"I'm sure you could, kid. But you're not exactly the mountain folk type," she said with a chuckle, "here we are. There's my cabin. You can park right in front," she said.

I pulled up in front of the cabin and turned the car off. We sat there for a few minutes looking up at her cabin. She got out and tapped on the trunk lid.

"Open up, kid. Let's head inside. It's cold out here," she said.

I popped the trunk and helped carry my bag and lantern inside. Once inside, I noticed she had electricity and indoor plumbing. No TV, though. It impressed me. She set her gun down on the table and showed me where I could put my gear. She asked if I wanted a cup of coffee. I accepted, and we sat and talked for a while. It was 3am, but I was still running on adrenaline from the close call with the mountain lion.

Donna decided it was time for a hot shower and bed. She showed me where I could sleep and headed off for bed. The cabin was open and I could see the shower behind a wall of glass blocks. I heard her turn the water on and saw the steam rise into the open top room. She took off her boots and stripped off her overalls and hung them up by the door. She was just a normal middle-aged woman, maybe mid 50s. Beautiful, too. Silver hair, thin body and painted nails. I laid on the couch and tried to fall asleep. I was cold, so I decided I would shower after she finished, if nothing else but to warm up.

"Donna, I think I'm going to shower after you if that's ok?" I said.

"Of course, kid. Come on. Let me show you where the towels and stuff are," she said, waving me over to the bathroom.

I walked in and she was only wearing a thin t-shirt. No pants or panties, if she even wore any, and no bra. I looked away, somewhat embarrassed.

"Jeff, it's ok. Not like you've never seen a woman in her birthday suit before, I'm sure," she said, smiling.

"I'm sorry. I'll come back. Just leave the towel out for me, if you don't mind," I said, almost running out of the room.

She didn't call me back or try to keep me there. I sat back on the couch, still embarrassed as I watched her strip off her t-shirt and throw it in her laundry basket and step in the shower. Next she removed the shower head and sprayed her back and hair. I watched her wash her body, then rinse. But she didn't just rinse and hang the shower head up. She held it between her legs. She leaned back against the wall and faced me. She knew I could see her and probably that I was watching. My eyes widened, my heart raced, and I swallowed hard.

'I shouldn't be watching her. She's old enough to be my mom. This is weird,' I thought.

But I couldn't look away. My cock grew hard. She moaned quietly, but still loud enough I could hear her. I could see her rubbing her clit, blurry as it was through the glass blocks. I gripped my cock through my pants and continued to watch intently.

"Mmm, oooh...' she moaned.

She gripped her breast and squatted slightly. Her head bobbed up and down and moans grew louder and more frequent.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ugh, yes, fuck! Cum, cumming!" She moaned loudly.

I could see her body convulse. She steadied herself on her knee as she rode her orgasm through. Wow. I never thought I would watch another woman cum. My cock was throbbing and leaking again. She walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel.

"Your turn, bud," she said, her face flushed.

"O-ok, thanks," I stammered.

I removed my boots and coat and headed into the bathroom. The towel was nowhere to be found, so I went to ask where they were. I accidentally caught her continuing her masturbation session with a big black dildo through the cracked door. She squatted on it and bounced up and down. Her hands ran through her hair and she let out one constant moan. Her tits weren't small. They were bigger than average for a woman her age. Then again, I've never judged breast size based on age. They were big to me. Her nipples were rock hard and poked out farther. Her pussy shaved and skin tanned. She was toned. Almost 0% body fat. I suppose living off-grid like this will do that to you.

"Fuck yes, oh, my god yes. Fuck me harder. Ram that cock into my fucking pussy! Yes!" She said, breathless.

I watched for a few minutes and then decided to just go get in the shower. There had to be another towel somewhere. I stripped and laid my clothes in a pile so my wallet, phone and keys were tightly wrapped inside my other clothes. The scalding water felt amazing after being outside in the sub 0° temperatures. I stood under the water, letting it run down my neck and back. My cock still stood at attention, straight up. I didn't hear Donna's door open and her creep into the bathroom. She stood there watching me as my eyes were closed. Suddenly I felt a hand gripping my cock and stroking. My eyes were closed and I must have thought it was Amy because I didn't flinch or pull away.

She stroked my cock, then squatted under the water and licked up and down my shaft. I moaned and moved my hips slightly. Her hands gripped my balls and one hip. She shoved my cock deep into her throat and my head fell back.

"Oh fuck! Oh, my god..." I moaned.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm, your cock is huge, Jeff," she said between the wet suction sounds.

She stroked my cock as she sucked my cock deep into her mouth and tongue swirled my cockhead. I still didn't realize it was Donna. I was almost ready to cum. My balls tightened and cock swelled. Donna stopped and stood up between my arms. She was inches from my face. I opened my eyes and stumbled back against the glass block wall.

"Donna? What the fuck?" I said.

She slowly walked to me and laid her hands on my chest and looked me dead in the eyes.

"Jeff, let me tell you something about an old lady who lives alone and off-grid. Even though I'm 58, I still have needs, and lately those needs have only been satisfied with a 11" long, 5" wide silicone cock. I saw you through the door and through this glass block while I was in the shower. Hell, as soon as I saw you out there camping, I knew I'd have to rescue you at some point. This really is a dangerous part of the mountain," she explained.

She pushed her body against mine. My cock rubbed between her legs and over her pussy. It surprised her and she shuttered. Her pussy was soaked. I could feel her cougar pussyjuice dripping onto my cock even with the water running over her back. My heart felt like it was about to pound out my chest.

"Have you ever been with an older woman, Jeff?" She asked.

"Uh, no, I haven't," I said.

"I see. Well, you're about to find out," she said.

She turned off the water and led me to her bedroom. She shoved me onto the bed and spread my legs. She looked at me and licked the underside of my cockhead. I stared back at her. Then she kissed down the shaft to my balls. I could smell her arousal. She smelled sweet and florally.

"Do you like this?" She asked, as she gobbled up my cock and slid it down her throat again.

"Oh, my fucking god, yes!" I said.

"Mmm, good. I want you to lick my pussy while I stuck your cock. Then I'm going to ride you like I did my dildo," she said.

She turned around and her pussylips bloomed like an exotic flower. She was definitely ready to be fucked. My cock throbbed. I've never had my cock sucked the way she did. It was amazing. I licked from her clit to her sticky entrance. She shuttered and moaned again and lowered her pussy down to my face.

"Oh, fuck..." she stammered.

She tasted delicious. I couldn't wait to slide my cock inside her. I sucked her big throbbing clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue over it. She trembled and tightened her legs against my shoulders. I felt her nose touch my balls with my cock deep down her throat. I spread her ass cheeks wide and pulled her asshole down to my face. I swirled around it with my tongue, then fingered it. She moaned and squeezed my thighs. I pushed a finger inside her asshole while I tongue fucked her pussy and flicked her clit. She trembled harder now. She wanted to cum so badly. I could feel it in her muscles. Her nipples grazed my belly. I squeezed one and rolled her nipple between my fingers and she came hard. She had a nipple orgasm. That's new.

"Guuugggaah, cumming, Jeff. Squeeze my tits harder. Suck on my clit. Fuck yes!" She screamed, gagging on my cock.

Strings of saliva hung from her mouth to my cock as she rose, then turned around and squatted down. Her pussylips were long and luscious. She gripped my cock and slid it up and down between her pussylips rapidly. Then she splashed squirt all over my belly and cock. She slapped it hard against her clit then slowly slid just the head inside. She stopped and hovered, leaning on my chest and moaning with her eyes closed.

"Jeff, I gotta tell you, it's been a long time since I've had a real cock inside me, especially one this big. You're huge. I'm gonna cum hard and I squirt a lot. So I want to warn you now, don't be alarmed," she said.

"Ok," I said, eager to feel inside her soaked pussy.

She squatted down onto my cock until she sat on my belly and my cockhead kissed her cervix.

"Ohhhh, wow..." she said, eyes closed and body relaxing.

She started moving slowly back and forth on my cock. She moved faster, grinding hard. She grabbed my hands and put them on both of her tits, her eyes still closed, mouth open.

"Squeeze my nipples like you did before. I love having full body orgasms. So intense. Fuck me, Jeff. Your clock feels so good," she moaned.

She pulled her legs up and slid up and down my long shaft. Her meaty lips looked beautiful and felt amazing around my cock. I've never felt that before and knew I would cum soon. I squeezed her tits and thrusted my hips in sync with her, slamming my cock deep inside her. She moaned and squirted a little with every slap.

"Fuck me from behind," she said, climbing off and getting on her knees.

I stood up, tapped my cock against her clit and splashed her juice, then slid inside her. I spread her ass cheeks wide and fingered her asshole again. She moaned into the blankets.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I said.

"Cum inside me. Cum deep inside me. I can't get pregnant. Give me all your seed!" She begged.

I slammed my cock inside her and exploded. A raw, primal growl erupted from me. I gripped her hips hard, leaving fingerprints. She orgasmed hard on my cock as I filled her insides with my hot cum. She shook hard from her powerful orgasm and opened her eyes and looked at me breathless and sweaty.

"Holy shit. I've missed that. Thank you, Jeff," she said.

She tried to stand up, but her legs were too shaky. She rolled over onto the bed as I rolled off the bed and looked at her glistening body and cum dripping out of her pussy. I ran my hand through my hair and wondered what the hell just happened? She laid there almost in a catatonic state. Apparently she wasn't kidding when she said she hadn't had a man in quite some time. But what about Amy? Sex with this cougar made me think more and more about Amy, and I realized I missed her. It was only Wednesday. I wasn't heading back home until Friday. That was 2 more days alone. I glanced at the clock on her nightstand. 4:30 am, it read. It was definitely time for bed. I said goodnight to unconscious Donna and walked out to my bag to grab a new set of clothes. I knew I'd need them at some point this week. As I laid there trying to fall asleep, I wished I was in Amy's bed, or she in mine. Maybe I would dream about her tonight, or maybe she would dream about me? All I knew was Donna was snoring loudly from the other room, and I needed sleep. I put my headphones in my ears and played white noise until I drifted off to dreamland.