The trail turned steep and was open to the sun in the unseasonably hot weather. Every so often, I would catch sight of another hiker up ahead. I couldn't see much, other than that they were hefting a large heavy pack. My own pack was fairly minimal, just enough kit, food, and drink for an overnight.
Eventually I came out on an abrupt knob with a spectacular view of the surrounding countryside and to my pleasure an equally spectacular blonde sitting near the edge. She was eating, so I introduced myself and sat nearby to savor the view and eat my own late lunch.
We chatted a bit. Turns out she was Anna, a German doing her gap year, travelling with a friend, but her friend had fallen ill in Toronto so Anna was out here by herself. She told me what she had studied and a few other bits and pieces, all the details went in one ear and out the other.
She seemed playful enough, so I joked that her mounds put a couple of decent size hills in the distance to shame. It took a while to get my meaning across, but she laughed once she got my gist.
Next I made a comment about the crack I hoped to soon enter. I think it was a bit much because Anna scrambled up in a hurry somehow bumping her pack in the process. All would have been fine, but in her haste to grab it, it slipped and went crashing down over the edge, smashing its way down the steep side into the trees far below.
Climbing down to retrieve it wasn't an option and it was a long hike back to the start of the trail. I contemplated offering to go back with her, since it would be dark long before she could make it out. Instead I persuaded her the best option would to push on, up through the crack, to the cabin.
So we toiled onwards, she moving a lot easier without the burden of a pack. I followed close behind drawing in her sweet scent as her light shirt fluttered in the breeze. She had a grace to her movement, the grace of a person comfortable in their own body.
Her dismay on seeing the cabin was palatable. Maybe I had talked it up a bit. The cabin comprised a single dilapidated room made of logs with no water source, heating, or food store. There was a firepit outside that had been used for cooking. The best thing is we were completely and utterly alone.
I took a moment to take a drink from my water bottle. Anna looked longingly at me, but I wasn't about to yield up my limited water to her. When she finally asked for water, I said the only thing I could offer was semen.
"What is this zemen?" she asked.
"Semen, jizz, man juice," I replied.
She still looked perplexed, so I pointed at my crotch. Light dawned in her eyes. "Sperma?" she stammered.
"Yes, sperma," I replied.
She turned away in disgust, looking away down the trail, only now perhaps realizing how vulnerable she was. No doubt she entertained the idea of heading back alone, but the sun was already low. She tried her phone, useless of course. After that she started to wander around, perhaps looking for a stream or similar.
I busied myself collecting fallen branches and other bits and pieces for the firepit. Although it was still warm, I fully expected the temperature to drop quickly once the sun set.
Soon I had a nice fire going and after the initial burn down, I started to prepare my dinner. I had an old pan for frying a bit of bacon and some precooked sausages. I had potatoes wrapped in aluminum which I placed directly in the embers. Buttered bread, lettuce, tomatoes to round it out.
As it darkened and the smell of cooking food became more enticing, Anna came and sat on the opposite side of the fire. I figured she must be getting mighty thirsty and the smell of food was probably getting to her as well, but still continued to sit quietly.
Eventually it got too much for her and she said, "One sperma for food and water."
I made a show of thinking about it, then nodded. Anna came around and I freed myself from the confines of my pants. She tentatively put her hand on my already hard rod and slowly started rubbing up and down.
