It was a pleasant day and I was restless. Even though it was the middle of the week my day was free, an electrical failure at work meaning I didn't have to turn up. I wasn't losing any money in the deal as I simply took it as a rostered day off. This didn't stop me from being bored at home on my own. I decided to go for a hike in the mountains.
The weather was supposed to continue fine for the rest of the day, getting even warmer in the afternoon. Accordingly I dressed for a warm day where I'd be exercising a bit. I figured shorts and a light top, tossing a tracksuit in the car just in case it was required. (I trusted the weather forecast but only to a certain extent.) Suitably clad I headed for the mountains.
For the hike I decided to head to a mountain that I hadn't been up before. There were several available and I chose one of the ones a bit further from home. It took a little longer to reach but who cared. It wasn't as though I had anything else to do.
I parked at the bottom of the mountain, noting that there was only one other car there. It appeared that the mountain was having an off-day as well. I studied a map that Park Services had posted, noting that the main trail went all the way to the top but that there were a number of side trails that broke off and wound back down to the base. About halfway up a break area was indicated. At least I assumed that was what the little picture of a table indicated.
I strolled off in the direction known as up. I had no intention of charging up the mountain, trying to set some sort of record. No - lazy me was just going to amble along, communing with nature. It might take a while but I'd get there.
If you move quietly in the mountains you don't disturb the wildlife. I always move quietly, keeping eyes and ears open. I also had my smartphone out, camera initialised. Drifting up the trail I could hear rustles in the undergrowth and overhead, indicating that the birds and small wildlife were out and about. Did I see anything worth taking a picture of? Not on your life. Those rustlings that I heard were apparently caused by the local fauna moving away from the trail.
Eventually I reached the break area and there was indeed a table in the cleared area. Standing next to the table was a honey, an absolute gem of a honey. About twenty, platinum blonde, blue eyes, an amazing figure, and dressed similarly to what I was wearing, shorts and a light top. One noticeable difference was the way she filled those clothes.
Have you ever noticed that smart girls are usually better turned out than dumb girls? That's their intelligence at work, letting them know what suits them and what doesn't. Using that as a measure this girl had her share of smarts.
She was standing next to the table watching me as I came up the trail. As of yet I hadn't given any indication that I'd actually seen her, ambling along as though I was going to pass by never noticing her standing there. Then she moved and I gave a small start and took a half step backwards.
"What the hell? Where did you come for?" I asked.
"I've been standing here all the time," she said sweetly, kindly leaving the word moron off the end of her sentence.
"Oh," I said, sounding a little stupid. "I didn't notice you until you moved. A number of animals do that you know -- stay absolutely still and hope the predator doesn't see them. Deer are excellent at this tactic. It's movement that draws the eye."
"How interesting," she said, sounding not at all interested.
"Ah, why are you here?" I asked, moving closer. "Have you got a problem or something? Anything you need help with?"
"No thank you, I'm fine. I'm just waiting here for my friends to hike to the summit and return. They'll collect me on the way back. Until then I'll just stay here and commune with nature."
"Well, you really should have gone with them" I said, sounding a little disapproving. "There are wonderful views from the summit. Now you'll just be sitting idly for half an hour or more waiting for them to return."
"I don't mind. Waiting here is better than walking up that damned trail. I have a book to help me fill in the next hour or so." She indicated a book that was sitting on the table.
"Reading? Why would you waste your time reading when you could be hiking? I'll never understand girls."
While we were talking I'd been slowly moving closer. I was close enough now to reach past her and turn the book around to see the cover. A rather lurid story was my guess from the picture on the front.
Straightening up my arm went behind her and up, my hand tangling in that long silky hair. When my hand closed I lightly pulled and she had no choice but to go where my hand directed. One of the tricks of fighting is to control the head. Where the head goes the body must follow whether you want it to or not.
She now found herself bent backwards over the table. As long as I kept hold of her hair she wasn't going anywhere. She couldn't even struggle properly without ripping out a lot of her hair, which would be quite painful.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she yelled. "Let me go you asshole."
"All in good time, my love," I said, flicking open the buttons on her shorts.
She was now in a real predicament. Should she use her hands to try to get me to let go her hair or to protect her shorts? She tried to do both at once, succeeding in neither. I simply pulled her shorts down, followed by her panties.
"Cut it out! You stop this at once. This is assault and I'll have you charged, you bastard."
"That reminds me. What's your name? It's rude of me to just think of you as blondie."
"None of your fucking business. Let go of me."
