Hiking Solo

There was a long weekend coming up and I decided that would be an ideal time to go for a solo hike in the mountains. It would give me exercise, allow me to commune with nature, and keep me out of the way of my ex-boyfriend. He was becoming a bit too importunate in his attempts to get me into bed and, while I liked him, I didn't like him that much. Ergo, it was my intention to break-up with him on Friday night and when he came around to try and talk me out of it on Saturday I wouldn't be around.

Friday rolled around and Tony was somewhat bitter about how things went. From comments he made I gathered that breaking-up should be his prerogative, not mine, and shouldn't have happened until after he got me into bed. I'd had the sense to tell him goodbye in a rather public place and subsequently caught a taxi home.

Friday evening I packed a back-pack for my hike, making sure to only pack the minimum necessary. I'd be stuffed if I was going to cart loads of stuff I wouldn't need all over the hills. That's something you learn from experience. I was thirteen the first time I packed for myself. My father queried a few of my choices but I'd been insistent. When I was trudging exhausted up a hill, weighed down by a too-heavy pack, the rotten man wouldn't let me lighten the load. I brought it, I had to carry it. It was a lesson well learned.

I departed early the next morning. Arriving at the National Park I parked at the Ranger Station and wandered in to let them know I'd be in the park. I showed them the trails I intended to take and assured them that I had a phone complete with GPS. There are a few discrete towers in the park so that hikers can contact emergency services.

By evening time I was way up in the hills, still on the route I'd planned. Sunday I was intending to take a circular path that would let me finish up at a path that was a nice easy one day hike back to the Ranger Station. I was quite pleased with the way things were going. I camped for the night, not even bothering to pitch my little pup-tent, as the weather was warm and my sleeping bag would suffice.

I was up and off early the next day, just strolling along and enjoying myself. I feel that I should explain at this point what I consider the correct attire for hiking. I'd wear a loose top and baggy shorts. If you wear tight fitting clothes they're likely to chaff when you're hiking. Also, since I'm communing with nature, nature is also communing with me. This can mean having to push against bushes and things at times. If a bush snags loose clothes you just pull free. If a bush snags tight clothes then it's odds on that the same snag will catch some skin, and that can be painful to pull free from.

Around lunchtime I was cutting through a valley. I was at the furthest point in my hike and this valley would take me to the point where I would start making my way back. It was an odd little valley, really. For some reason it was littered with a lot of round boulders of assorted sizes. My understanding is that the valley was the result of a glacier that used to be there and the boulders are part of the debris left behind. Don't quote me on that as I could be wrong, not being a geologist. I did like to admire the boulders, though, and took a few shots.

I was about halfway through the valley when I spotted this man coming towards me. He was quite a large man and, honestly, I was somewhat irritated to see how easily he was striding along. His steps were twice the length of mine and I couldn't help but feel that this was somewhat unfair. On top of that he wasn't carrying a backpack, which I thought odd. I surmised that he must have a camp nearby and had left all his stuff there.

He lifted a hand in a friendly wave as he approached, giving me a nod acknowledgment. I nodded back but didn't say anything. Neither did he. It turned out that he was one of those who believe actions speak louder than words.

Just as he came level with me he suddenly reached out, flicked open the button at the waist of my shorts, and jerked the shorts sharply down. The disadvantage of loose, baggy, shorts, I found, was that they didn't cling to you, or get hooked up on your hips. As soon as they started down they just kept going of their own free will. They were down near my ankles before I even came to terms with what had happened.

It turns out that it's not a good idea to freeze up when someone pulls your shorts down. That momentary freezing up is all the time he needed to take my panties down to join my shorts. I didn't even have time to say "what the fuck" before I was naked from the waist down.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I shrieked at him, shocked.

"Ah, if you don't know then I suggest that you get your mother to explain it to you," he told me. "Just tell her what happened and she'll explain it all."

I'd barely thought the words 'sarcastic swine' when his hands closed around my waist and he picked me up. I have to admit he was strong. I grabbed hold of his arms to try and keep my balance, while he took a couple of steps and sat me on one of those boulders I'd been admiring.

This particular boulder wasn't round as much as half round. The full boulder had split in half at some time in history, and he sat me on the curve with my legs dandling against the split edge. He dropped his trousers and I realised just why he'd chosen this particular boulder to sit me on. It was at the precisely right height to offer me up for his pleasure.

He pushed my legs apart and moved closer while I promptly clapped my hands over my groin. He looked at me and laughed.

"You're kidding, right?" he said. "Be a good girl and move your hands. It's not going to help, you know."

I was stinking mad but I had to admit he had a point. He could drag my hands away or even slap me about if he wanted to. Up to this point he hadn't been rough, just firm. I slowly and reluctantly moved my hands away.

He started rubbing my mound, oddly enough using his knuckles. I could feel my body reacting, preparing itself for what was coming. Emotionally I was somewhat in turmoil. I wasn't a virgin and quite enjoyed sex, with the right partner. This man wasn't the right partner but I wasn't having any choice in the matter. (My recent ex also wasn't right for me either, and where he was concerned I did have a choice.)

He suddenly took hold of my top and told me to lift my arms. Again, feeling I had no choice, I lifted my arms and promptly lost my top. It didn't take me long to also lose my bra.

"Nice," he said, rubbing my breasts. Was his appreciation supposed to flatter me? (OK, it did in a way, but I didn't want his appreciation.)

Deciding I was ready or deciding he'd waited long enough he reached down to my mound again and parted my lips. Then he just moved a little closer and his cock was there, pushing into me. Surprisingly he pushed into me very easily, driving fully in without any delay. That done he started rocking back and forth, driving in in fine style. At the same time his hands closed over my breasts again, massaging them quite deftly.

It didn't take long and I was totally caught up in what we were doing. My arms were behind me, braced myself against the boulder, while I pushed myself against him. He was plastered against me now, his hands jammed between our bodies as he thrust into me, with me doing my best to thrust myself against him, encouraging him to do his worst, as I could handle it.

He kept going, and my arousal kept building. It was both invigorating and annoying. I was totally enjoying what he was doing while feeling irritated that he was doing it. I hadn't wanted him to do this and he had no right to make me enjoy it.

It wasn't all that long before I was approaching my climax. From the way he was moving I was going to say the same about him, not that I gave a damn whether he climaxed or not, although I suppose he'd keep going until he did. (When I say it wasn't all that long I was guessing. I'd totally lost the concept of time while he fucked me. These things happen at times.)

He suddenly totally changed his rhythm, probably entering his end run, and that change was enough for me to lose it. I climaxed and screamed, and I could hear the echoes of my scream bouncing around the valley.

His fun completed he hitched up his trousers, turned and walked off, his long steps taking him quickly away. Me, I had to locate my clothes, get cleaned up, and get dressed. I also had to put my backpack back on, although I had no idea when it came off. Dressed, I sighed and went on my way.

That evening I set up camp and had dinner. It was another nice night so I again didn't bother to pitch my tent, rolling out my sleeping bag. I'd taken off my shoes and was about to climb into my sleeping bag when I heard a discrete cough. Startled, I looked around, and he was standing there. The same man.

"Evening," he said with a smile. "I'll give you a choice. You can get undressed and cooperate with me or you can try to resist, in which case I'll strip you anyway and force you. Which is it going to be? As an incentive, if you cooperate I'll go away afterwards and you won't see me again. Of course, if you don't cooperate, no promises about what may happen tomorrow."

Son of a bitch. I was ready to start screaming. Strip and get raped or don't strip and get raped anyway. I had bare feet, dammit, and I couldn't even run away.

I capitulated. I didn't really have a choice. I slowly stripped, taking my time to do it. I found it even more aggravating when I realized that he was quietly enjoying the slow strip. Not that that made me hurry up at all. Finally naked I stood there, glaring at him.

He moved closer and lightly took hold of my arm.

"Kneel down," he said. "I want you on hand and knees."

I slowly did as ordered, sinking down and crouching, waiting nervously. I wasn't as nervous as earlier because he'd already taken me once, so I knew what to expect.

He settled down next to me and started rubbing my pussy, as expected. He was taking his time but I knew what to expect and my body was reacting accordingly. Just the stripping had started to arouse me with the knowledge of what was coming. Now that he had actually started touching me I knew that the time was nearly there.

He moved around behind me and I could feel his cock pressing lightly against me. He moved my lips apart a little, pressing into the space provided. Taking his hand away I could feel my lips close around him. Then he stayed like that, not moving.

"Now why don't you push back against me?" he suggested.

Excuse me? He wanted me to impale myself on his cock? Was he kidding? I did not move one little bit. That changed when I received a light spank to my bottom.

"The spanks will get harder until you get on with it," he said, sounding very happy about it.

Bloody hell! I had no choice but to push back against him, finding myself taking him into me. Does this idiot understand just how insulting it is that I have to rape myself? Probably not, the swine.

I finally pushed myself onto him and he laughed, his hands coming around to close over my breasts.

"Well done," he told me. "As a reward I'm going to make this short and sweet."

A better reward would be for him to just go away. I then found out what he meant by short and sweet. He started pumping away as though there was no tomorrow and if he didn't finish in the next minute or so it would be too late. I was like, "Wah? Are you crazy?" frantically humping my hips in an attempt to keep up with him. I'd never been fucked like this before in my life.

In an odd sort of way what he was doing was strangely invigorating. It was obvious that he wasn't giving a damn about how I was reacting, just taking his own pleasure as fast as he could, but at the same time his dominance and roughness was getting to me, building an arousal faster than ever before. This wasn't to say that I liked being dominated and treated roughly. At least I don't think I did, but I couldn't deny my runaway arousal.

I finished up climaxing before he did, which seemed to amuse him. It didn't slow him down at all and he climaxed shortly after that. He then withdrew and I got cleaned up and went to sleep, relieved that he was finally gone.

The singing of birds woke me in the morning and that's a pleasant way to wake up. What wasn't quite as pleasant was turn my head and find a naked man lying on a sleeping bag next to me, sporting a large erection and a stupid smile.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded. "You said you'd leave me alone today."

"Oh, come on, girl," he retorted. "I made you have reluctant sex with me twice yesterday. After an experience like that what on earth makes you think I'd keep my word about not doing it again?"

"You lied to me!" I said, feeling extremely indignant. I'd only cooperated because I thought that would be the end of it. (And because I had no real choice.)

"So I lied. Sue me," he said happily. "Now how about we get the show on the road? I've places to be today and can't spend too much time with you."

"You don't have to spend any time with me," I pointed out quickly. "Feel free to leave immediately."

"Well, I would, but that wouldn't be fair to you," he said.

"Eh?" What the hell did that mean?

He waved a hand to indicate his nudity and his erection.

"Here am I, helpless before you. There's nothing to stop you straddling me and forcing yourself upon me."

Right. He was certifiably insane. There was no way I'd do that. I was already starting to shake my head when he continued.

"You might as well. We're going to play together anyway and at least this gives you some control."

I gave him a furious look because I knew he was right - again. If I tried to run he'd be able to catch me easily and then he'd strip me and do what he wanted. Still, on the plus side I was dressed and he wasn't. I might be able to get away, even if I didn't have any shoes on. He must have seen the temptation on my face.

"Don't do it," he said calmly. "I'm probably twice as fast as you and after I catch you and strip I'd just naturally have to spank you for making me work. The playing would take place after the spanking."

I capitulated once again. I slowly undressed and moved closer to him. He promptly grabbed me and pulled me down so I was lying on top of him and I could feel his erection pressed against my stomach.

"Sit up," he said, his hands on my shoulders and pushing me up to a sitting position. At that point his hands shifted to my breasts. I found that I was now sitting on his erection, the length of it pressing along the length of my vulva.

"Now all you have to do is lift yourself up and sit back down," he said happily.

I gave a silent sigh and lifted myself up, feeling his cock pressing against my vulva the entire time as it moved into a more upright position. I was surprised at this at first as I thought it would have lain fairly flat against him, but then I realised that one of his hands had left my breasts and was actually steering his erection so that it was upright.

As soon as I didn't feel it touching me I knew the time had come. I just hovered there, indecisive and nervous, and he made an impatient growling sound. Steeling my nerves I lowered myself slightly, feeling his erection first pressing against me and then sinking in. I couldn't help but feel that this was so totally unfair. Involuntary sex three times and for two of those I had to impale myself. That's not how it's supposed to work.

At least in this particular position I knew what to do. One ex had loved to have me ride him like this and I'd found it fun. I could drag it out as long as I liked, or as short as it takes. I decided with this creep I would be going with the short option, as short as possible consistent with me getting my own orgasm. I saw no need to miss out just because he was a creep.

I started rocking back and forth, feeling him siding back and forth inside me. I picked up speed, adding a grinding motion to what I was doing. I was fine with that as the internal affect where I was concerned still had his cock sliding back and forth. He on the other hand was probably feeling a little uncomfortable, even though his cock was being expertly massaged. (Well, maybe not expertly, but I was certainly giving it a good work out.)

After a while my arousal was building nicely and he had an odd look on his face. He seemed to be wondering if this was a good idea. That's when I started bouncing. The way it works is like this. He had a nice big cock but it wasn't too big. I could take it all inside of me without any real problems and when he was driving it in that's what happened, with the exception that he controlled how hard he drove into me. However, with me bouncing on him I was still taking it fully inside me but with me being in control and bouncing I was smacking my buttocks onto him a lot harder than he liked. That's the problem with giving a woman control. She might actually take it.

After a while, what I was doing was probably becoming quite painful for him. I could see when he decided that enough was enough and knew that he was going to try to roll over and take me under him, giving him control again. Unfortunately, I wasn't willing to cede control.

I braced my hands against his shoulders, leaning heavily upon him, still bouncing like crazy. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, my arousal building nicely. With me leaning so heavily he wasn't in a position to roll over unless he chose to get a lot more violent than he'd shown himself willing to be. Strong and determined, yes, even a bit rough, but not actually violent. Rape could be very violent but he hadn't shown any proclivity for that, mainly wanting the pleasure and willing to share it.

I rode him to a triumphant climax, and he had his about the same time. With that I rolled off him and dared him to say anything. He gave me a thoughtful look and departed silently. I guess I could count that as a win to me.

I enjoyed my hike for the rest of the day, finishing up back at the Ranger Station. I checked out and was ready to head on home. Before I left I gave the evil eye to the Ranger over by the second desk. Did he really think that uniform and a hat meant I wouldn't recognise him? He'd keep.