"Let's take a walk in the woods." It sounded like a great idea at the time and it started out pretty well.
Jim and I drove to our favorite hiking area, parked deep in the woods on a service road, and walked further into the woods.
We had packed our backpacks with the usual – snack bars, water, even a small first aid kit. We weren't exceptionally familiar with all the details of the woods, but we loved to hike and it was a great day for being outdoors. The air was soft and quiet. The birds and other fauna provided a constant backdrop of sounds. Occasionally in the distance we could hear ATV enthusiasts gunning their engines on an off-road trail.
Several hours into the walk we stopped and sat on a fallen tree chatting and munching on trail mix and snack bars. Did I mention that being deep in the woods tends to make us horney?
We kissed. A soft, warm kiss evolved quickly into a full exchange of tongues. Jim's kisses trailed lightly from my lips, across my cheek and down my neck. I threw my head back giving him access to my throat. He is a wonderful, passionate man. His lips and tongue were exploring all my exposed skin, even down to my fingertips. Not wanting him to stop, I unbuttoned my shirt slowly giving him access to ever more skin.
He took advantage of each new reveal of skin saturating it with kisses, exploring it, tasting it with his tongue.
I pulled my shirt from my jeans and lay back on the fallen tree. The shirt fell free leaving my navel open for him to explore as he had the rest. The soft kisses, his warm breath, and the damp line left by his tongue thrilled me. I wanted it never to stop. I had goose bumps everywhere. My panties were damp.
I struggled to unbutton my jeans to give him more room for exploration. "Do you want me to take your jeans off," he whispered.
I could say nothing. I didn't want to break the spell. My hips moved as though on their own. No further response was needed. He slowly pulled my jeans lower. His tongue and warm breath covered each newly exposed inch of skin. He was following the direction of the arrow made by the open zipper. It pointed to exactly where I wanted that tongue.
I squirmed as he pulled the jeans further down. I felt the soft old bark of the tree on my bare butt. I remembering telling him to hurry and "take them off." This caused a brief pause in the spell as he struggled with my hiking boots. As he unlaced my boots, I shrugged off the shirt.
I spread my legs to show him the tiny diamonds of moisture that clung to hair clustered at the entrance. "If I take off my bra, will you suck my tits?" I asked coyly. His smile was all the encouragement I needed. With the bra off I told him not to forget to suck on my pussy as well. I dropped my bra on the pile of clothes and lay back on the mossy old tree.
He started over again at my forehead. Moving slowly down he kissed my closed eyelids, my face, my cheeks, my lips. His tongue and warm breath made every inch of me feel special.
Lightly with his fingers he caressed my breasts finally taking the now swollen nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard on them bringing them to maximum sensitivity. I felt as though my pussy was gushing. I squirmed. I wanted him in me, but I knew I'd have to wait.
With all that additional skin revealed he covered areas not previously attended to leaving goose flesh where ever his tongue went. Frequently he returned to my nipples bringing them again to levels of sensation hardly imaginable.
He covered my arms, my tummy, my chest with his kisses. Finally I felt his tongue on my clit. It was electric. My hips responded. I squirmed. He held me fast as the butterfly of his tongue threatened to take me over the top. "Put it in! Fuck me!" I'm pretty sure that came from me.
A hesitation. Noise of clothing. His face near mine. Then his cock slid inside me. I was almost delirious with passion. My hips leaped upwards to claim the entering cock. My pussy grasped it and held on. He pulled back and I wanted to hold on. Then he rammed it forward again and electricity shot from my clit as it collided with his body.
When it came I screamed and he screamed. It went on and on. The woods became quiet.
When it was over I could feel his still hard cock inside me pulsating as if to pump still more cum inside my ravenous body.
We lay there until I came around enough to realize that I was not at all comfortable lying on a log with my boyfriend lying on top of me. "Off," I said and pushed him tentatively upward. He moved away. His cock slid out, limp and wet.
I stood and turned my back to him. Taking the hint he brushed me off paying extra special attention to my butt.
I broke out the baby wipes I carry in my backpack for just such occasions. I handed him one and kept one. We went to work slowly on each other wiping and cleaning. When I'd finished stroking his cock with the damp wipe, he was hard. He cleaned me concentrating on my clit toward the end. I pressed against him hard. He took hold of my butt and raised me just enough for me to slide his cock up where it belonged. We twitched, and shivered, and squirmed for a bit before he set me down and we whispered together, "We'll finish that tonight."
We cleaned up again and dressed. Once again on the trail we held hands until the narrowness of the trail forced us to travel one behind the other.
After a bit the woods opened to a clearing of grasses and marsh. In the marsh stood several egrets and heron. Cattails made it all the more picturesque. Without a word Jim raised his camera and started through the grass. It was up to his armpits making him look like a swaying bust over the tops of the grass as he closed in for his photo. I waited motionless on the trail not wanting to disturb the birds.
Suddenly Jim screamed. The birds jolted into flight. "What is it?" I yelled as I ran toward him. His answer was only a continuing scream. I was panicked and scared. I had no idea what had happened to Jim, but his cries made it clear he was in a great deal of pain.
A snake? He was bending over fighting with something. As I came up on him I could see he had stepped in an old rusted trap, probably an old muskrat trap. They were illegal now, but this one looked like it might have been long forgotten.
As I neared, he had it open, but was having trouble getting his foot out. I closed in. "Can you hold the trap open?" he asked. "I can't hold it and get my foot out."
I held open the rusted claws of the trap and stood on its base while Jim gingerly pulled his foot free. He was bleeding profusely at the sites where the claws had closed.
"Can you walk?" I asked. In response he leaned heavily on me and we started slowly back toward the trail. Once on the trail he collapsed. I put a backpack under his head. Jim's hiking boots had absorbed a lot of the blow and prevented the claws from actually breaking his ankle. I removed his boot and elevated the leg by moving a large rock under it. Out again came the baby wipes and I cleaned up the wound staunching the blood flow. I assumed that the bleeding had been helpful in cleaning out the wound. Jim and I were up on our tetanus shots so he was good there, though the medical folks would undoubtedly give him a booster just in case.
From our first aid kit I gave Jim a bunch of Tylenol and used gauze and tape to wrap the wound.
So far so good. Jim's eyes were closed, but he didn't seem to be in shock. His skin looked normal and he wasn't cold. Just hang out here for a while I counseled myself. Let him recover, and then we'll see how much weight he can put on the leg to determine whether we walk out or not. Without optimism I checked my cell for a signal. Nothing. Where were those four bars when you needed them?
I sat with Jim stroking his hair. He seemed to be doing well enough considering. After a bit he opened his eyes, tentatively. "Did you get the picture?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "The one of you lying here on the path!" We chuckled and held hands. "Wanna fuck?" I asked.
"You'll have to sit on me right her on the path."
"Naw, I don't want to get dirt in my pussy." And so, it continued until Jim actually nodded off. It wasn't a long nap, but I was beginning to be worried that we were losing the light. The one thing I hadn't packed was flashlights. Who would have expected that we'd still be hiking after dark?
