I'd had enough. It was one hell of a long week at work. I work at a local grocery chain in town, and it had been busy as hell. Coming up on summer vacation for students at college, and grade school alike, had created a reason for everyone to stock up on groceries before leaving on road trips and other vacations away from town.
I was all but checked out by Friday night. The weekend was finally here, and I was going to try and enjoy it for once. I needed to decompress and forget work for a while. I decided to take a hike Saturday morning.
I woke up pretty early for me, at 7am, took care of morning necessities, ate, packed a Camelback, and was at the trail head by 8:15. I had packed a few odd knickknacks I'd collected over the years while Geo-caching, and fired up the app for another adventure somewhere that I hadn't played with it yet. I'd always play around town, or in visiting towns, but the hobby fell out of favor with me for a while. I figured I might as well see what I could find after so long without playing.
Yes, I geo-cache as a hobby. It's something to do, usually alone, as I'm also used to being. I was never popular growing up. School was rough for me, as I was always bullied, but couldn't understand why. Girls and guys alike would tease me, or push me around. I had a few fights in high school, but as I'd grown, so had my size. I wasn't a little toothpick, but wasn't built like the big football stars. I sat somewhere in the middle, with a toned stomach and wide shoulders, and arms that could hold their own in a fight.
Girlfriends were another story I grew up without for the most part. I'd only had a few girlfriends, and the few I had, only one had gone all the way with me. The others were mostly petting, or fingering. I spent a fair amount of time watching porn to satisfy my libido, by jacking off multiple times a day. I'd been without a girl for a few years now, but haven't really thought about finding one that would go out with me for a while now. I was out of options this late in the spring. There were a few cute girls at work, but not cute enough to bring work home with me, if you catch my meaning.
I wondered a bit about my life over the last few years though, as I was getting to the trailhead, and was generally satisfied with life so far. Only out of school for a few years so far, and out of relationships about as long. No real prospects on the horizon either.
Once I fired up the app, it told me there was a cache close by, so I headed down the trail until it crossed the creek, hopping from stone to stone crossing over the water, and in the thick grass and bushes, I came to a PVC tube with a screw on lid. Once I unscrewed the tight lid and pulled it away from the rest of the cache box, I was hit in the face by one of those spring filled snakes you find in novelty stores usually found in a fake labeled potato chip can. Some people have a weird sense of humor. I liked it!
As is normal, there are a few odd little trinkets, action figures, marbles, etc., so I took a horse head carved from wood, replaced it with my own 20 sided dice from when I played D&D, replaced the lid, and headed off up the trail to find the next one.
After two more caches, I came upon a cache that was down in the creek itself. It was a game crossing, so there was an easy trail down to the waters edge. I had to look around in the branches and grass growing in and around the creek when I found it. It was hiding in what could almost be described as a failed beaver dam. It was a patchwork of branches hanging over the creek, but didn't disturb the flow of the water at all. In the middle of this natural apparatus was an old rusty metal lunchbox that was red on the sides, with some rust, and from where I was viewing from, could guess at it being the Dukes of Hazard themed box. As I scrambled over a few rocks, and keeping an eye on the prize vs where I was trying to walk on stones, I found myself falling after stepping on the edge of a slick rock, and took a faceplant directly into a pool of water below said lunch box, hands to each side and in front of me, as if to protect myself from certain danger. They didn't stop anything.
Soaked from head to toe, I slowly got up, and dragging my hands through the creek bed, came up with a hand full of pebbles, a few sticks, what I thought was a vine which I started to pull out of my hand. At the end of what turned out to be lichen covered gold chain, with an amazing deep blue stone. I had just barely gotten back to my feet, and was looking at this necklace I found lost in the water, when I heard a sweet voice behind me.
"Are you ok?" the mysterious voice called to me. When I turned around, I saw a beautiful sight. She couldn't have been over 22, maybe a little shorter than my 5'8" size, golden hair in a ponytail, elfish face and a nicely toned body to turn heads. She was wearing earphones, but was pulling them out as I turned around, a nice lime green sports bra covering her ample chest, black spandex shorts, and a pair of sea blue Nikes.
I stared at her for a few moments, before I shook my head to shake off the water in my face, and still holding up the chain and stone partially.
I finally answered her query with a nod. "Everything but my pride" as I looked at her again with a smile on my face.
With a little giggle, she asked "what did you find?" She started to climb down the trail to where I was and hadn't kept watching me as it was a steep slope.
She spoke up again, saying "I was running by, and overheard your little scream and looked down here and saw you faceplant into th...." I hadn't realized that I'd swung the necklace up in front of me until she had gotten down to the edge of the water, and looked up at me again. Or at least I thought she was looking at me. The eyes were empty spheres and were just off center of looking at me and her mouth was just a little open. I turned to look and my hand holding the necklace was up near my face on my left, at eye level.
I was confused. She looked totally out of it, and stopped talking mid sentence.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
"I am okay" she monotones in response.
I was only about 5 feet away from her, so I put the necklace in my pocket to clean up later, and stepped closer to her, where I waved my hand in front of her face, and got no response at all. "Helloooooo. Wake uuuup!" I say.
She immediately asks me again, "what did you find?"
That is totally weird! Did she just space out for some reason? I was wracking my brain trying to figure this out. She was looking at the necklace when I looked up to her spaced out. I wonder..
"It was just a shiny stone in the water. Here.. I'll show you" I say as I reach into my pocket to pull it out again.
As I did this, she came even closer to me, to look closer at it. She just brushed her left arm and breast against my right arm when she came up close, as I pulled the chain out of my pocket. when I brought it up to eye level again, I heard a faint gasp from her, and she was once again in a zoned out state. What the fuck?
I looked at the stone, and then back to her. I waved my hand in her face again with no response. I then chose to poke her shoulder with my finger. Nothing. No response. I poked a bit harder and pushed her shoulder back a bit. She returned to her previous stance. Her eyes still looking at a spot to my left where I had brought up the necklace again, before replacing it in my pocket when she went catatonic on me.
Now, being just 23, and single for quite a while, I had turned into a pervert more and more from when I was younger. I had been reading Literotica dot com for a while now, and my mind started racing. Could this really be happening to me? I've never had much luck with women.I wasn't in bad shape at all. I just wasn't looking for someone for a few years.
Why was the necklace there? What happened to the owner? Are they also geocachers as well? Perhaps, the same fate befell them, as I encountered, while reaching for the lunch box? I didn't think too long on this, as I was within a foot of a gorgeous woman, interested in what I had found.
Anyway, I next poked her again, but on her side boob. I was sure to get a reaction from that! Again, nothing. I poked again in the same spot, but didn't pull back at all, watching her chest give in to the pressure of my finger. She hasn't moved a muscle at all! I decided to go for it, and reached out and cupped her breast through the bra. My cock was growing rather rapidly at this point. I started to squeeze her breast again and again, and the only response was her nipples starting to poke out at me, as to wave and say hi! This must truly be happening! I still couldn't believe it, but I'm not going to let the chance go to waste.
"Ar... are you turned on?" I asked bashfully, wondering why I'm scared in asking, as I am molesting her beautiful breast.
She responds in monotone as before "Mmm. I am turned on."
I can't believe I am even doing this! A beautiful girl I don't know just came up to me, and within seconds, I'm molesting her through her minimal clothing. What a strange day so far. I don't even know her name!
"What is your name?" It's the least I can do putting the perv in me in check for a moment.
