Wandering the Mountain

For several years I had business in a small town in eastern Washington. The first time I went, I took the most direct flights possible. It was not great. Long wait in the connecting airport, just to get on a vomit comet and squeeze myself into a tiny seat. Anything bigger than a cell phone had to be checked. Business travel at its worst. The next time I had to go, I investigated options. Turns out I could fly to Seattle, rent a car, and it wouldn't take much longer. And I'd get to drive over the mountains. That's a lot more fun.

I did this several times. Driving over Mount Ranier is great. It's a good driving road, and I got to experience it in several different rental cars. Occasionally even interesting ones. I got to see the seasons change, different weather conditions. Of course, it's the pacific northwest, so that just mean seeing it kind of wet or really wet, but coming from a desert region that was interesting.

Most of these drives were about the driving, but there was one drive that was completely unique. I've got to tell someone about this. I love the memory, but I've kept it to myself for years and I just can't any longer. I need someone to help me make sense of this.

It was in the fall. I had gotten one of the better cars, a Mustang. V6, but still, better than the average rental. The roads were pretty wet for most of the drive, so I couldn't push it as hard as I usually did. That just gave me more time to appreciate the scenery. But there was one curve that I knew was followed by a pretty good straight, so I could really explore the traction then shoot out and wind it out. Good stuff.

Except the car died. I was just straightening the wheel and pouring on the gas when the engine died. No apparent reason, just poof, no more go for you. I shifted to neutral and rolled toward a scenic overlook. Halfway there the lights went out as well. Weird. I turned the key off and turned it on again. Nothing happened. Nothing at all.

I checked my phone -- no bars. The tradeoff for wonderful scenery in the west. Still though, hadn't I gotten calls and messages occasionally on the mountain? I decided to get out and climb up a little higher to see if I'd get signal.

Before I knew it, I was out of sight of the car. The forest was thick, and green. It was getting dark. I wasn't worried about getting lost -- I was going straight up the slope of the mountain. Turn around 180 degrees, go downhill, and I'd be back at the car.

I was kind of enjoying this unexpected little hike when the atmosphere in the forest changed. It had been cool, almost cold, and of course rather damp. Suddenly it got much warmer. Not unpleasantly, but -- how do I put this? -- the warmth of an embrace. The warmth of acceptance.

Then I saw a leg. A human leg. A very shapely human leg, just visible behind a huge tree. And it was a bare leg, at least as much of it as I could see. Dainty toes brushing back and forth on some moss, a slender calf, and a bit of thigh. I blinked, unsure if I'd really seen it.

I heard a noise behind the tree. It sounded like footsteps, moving away. I know I was deviating from navigational protocol, but curiosity got the best of me. I turned and followed the sound. The crunch of a branch being stepped on encouraged me.

I got to the tree, and saw nothing around the base or on the moss. I looked up, scanning the direction of the most recent sound, when I got another glimpse. This time it was more leg, and -- this really surprised me -- a bit of cheek.

Well, off we go then. I followed, a bit faster. This was really getting interesting. I heard her footsteps a bit more often. She was moving faster, not caring if she made a bit more noise. I got more glimpses through the trees. They were thinning as I chased her. And that's what I was doing -- pursuing her. The glimpses formed an image in my mind. She was slender -- almost too slender -- medium height, with skin the color of well creamed coffee. Her hair hung far down her back, sometimes even obscuring her ass. It was thick, and wavy, and oddly, impossible to describe when it came to the color. Sometimes it looked auburn, sometimes dirty blonde, sometimes almost black, and for one very brief glimpse, red. I'd heard a laugh when it flashed red.

Finally we found ourselves in a clearing. It was ringed with old evergreens, and it was virtually carpeted with soft moss. I was getting much closer. The slender waif ran straight into the clearing, then suddenly stopped and turned, facing me. She was completely naked, with her hair -- auburn at the moment, with a few leaves tangled in it -- flung over one tiny breast. She stared straight into my eyes.

I stumbled to a stop, about ten feet away.

"Why have you been chasing me?"

"I saw a woman in the woods, with no shelter, no clothes, nothing. I thought you might need help."

She stared at me, silently, for what seemed like ages.

"What help could you offer?"

"Well, I have some clothes..."

"I don't need them."

"Doesn't it get cold at night? How long have you been out here?"

"Longer than you know. No, I don't feel the cold."

"Really? You're okay?"

"Well, I'm not entirely okay. Do you really want to help?" She looked at me with intense, glittering eyes, studying me.

"Of course. What can I do for you.... I'm sorry, I'm Steve. You are?"

"I am Aurora."

She seemed to make a decision.

"If you wish to help me, then come."

She sat in the moss, and patted the ground beside her. I walked up to her. As I got closer, I was further struck by how thin she was, almost gaunt.

"Sit."

I sat down, and she took my hand, placing it on her leg. I was surprised, but before I could say anything she put her finger on my lips, silencing me. Then her hand moved to my shirt, and she began to take it off of me. Once my shirt and t-shirt were off, she gently pushed me back. She continued her task until I was stretched out on the soft moss, completely naked.

"Do you still want to help me?" she quietly asked.

"Absolutely" I answered, almost entranced by this surreal experience.

"Good" she whispered, and the next thing I knew her hair was cascading around my crotch and I was in her mouth. She sucked gently, taking me inside herself. Part of me understood how surreal this was, but I was... comfortable. Of course, how uncomfortable would any guy be in this situation, I know. But I knew I actually was helping her somehow.

She moved, and I felt her incredibly lean body against my legs as she positioned herself for the task she'd taken on. She went slowly at first, taking me inside her, swirling her tongue, and sliding me out. Then down again, deeper. More and more each time, she was feeding on my cock. Soon I was running my fingers through her hair, brushing the leaves, but not brushing them out for some reason. They were just there. She was taking me very deep by now, moving faster. I was getting very close when she slowly slid me out of her mouth.

"More."

She crawled up over me, and I noticed that her breasts had gotten larger. Not deep breath larger, really larger. The arc of her pelvic bones wasn't as obvious either. She slithered up, with warmth radiating off of my body. Her body seemed to soak it in.

She straddled me, looked into my eyes, and guided me between her legs. She looked down and nodded. I nodded back, and she let herself descend onto me. I was moving up inside her. We were mating.

She rode me with growing vigor. I was buried deep inside her wet, clinging body. As I thrust up and she ground down, her breasts were swelling with lust. They had been almost flat against her ribs, but now they hung with a gentle swell. I craned my neck and suckled at her nipples. She shuddered with delight. My hands found the swell of her ass and pushed her down onto me. We were locked together.

"Give yourself to me" she whispered.

I took it as a request for a change, so I grabbed her, lifted her up, and set her down on my mouth. She whimpered as I pulled her off of me, but cried out in joy as my tongue explored her pussy. As I tongued her lips and her clit, she ground herself harder and harder against me. Whatever she'd meant, she was enjoying this. When she quivered and came, I kept right on licking.

"Feed me!"

I was pretty sure I knew what she meant this time. I pushed her off me with her cooperation, and stood. She knelt in front of me and eagerly took me back into her mouth. She bobbed quickly on my engorged wood, her tongue working to earn her nourishment. I gently held her head in my hands as I gave her my gift. The first eruption was on her tongue, but she drove her head down, and the rest went straight down her throat. She swallowed, and the action of her throat milked me deeply.

When I was finished -- when I thought I was finished -- I fell back on the moss.

She was not finished. Now she was a tiger. She pounced, taking me back into her mouth and sucking with desperate determination. Faster than I thought possible, I was ready again. She mounted me again, gasping as I stretched and filled her. She rode me for a while, then pulled on my waist. We rolled, and I ended up on top of her, between her widely spread thighs. I impaled her, reaching deep inside her. She held my ass as we mated. Her nipples stood rigid and proud on breasts that had doubled in size.

She smiled up at me as we coupled. She lifted a breast and I sucked it. Her pussy clenched in response with each pull of my lips on her areola, her nipple deep in my mouth.

Finally I was pulled into her, jetting my power into her body. Her resulting orgasm seemed to shake the meadow. I rolled off her, exhausted. She shook her whole body, like a wolf climbing out of a river. Then she wriggled down, taking me back into her mouth like a child determined to get every bit of iced cream off of a popsicle stick.

"Wow" I gasped.

"Thank you" she said, rising to stand above me. All the gauntness was gone, replaced by a firm but curvaceous femineity. "I really needed that."

"So it seems. You're amazing."

She smiled down at me, and helped me up. She hugged me to herself, then placed a simple kiss on my cheek. She turned away and started walking back toward the thickest part of the trees.

"Wait, don't you need a ride or something? Where are you going?"

She never turned, she never said another word. I quickly gathered my clothes and put them on as I stumbled after her. She was moving more quickly now, striding down the mountainside fast enough that it wasn't easy for me to keep up with out tripping or stumbling. Soon I was starting to lose sight of her in the trees. She'd disappear behind a huge evergreen, then I'd get a glimpse of her back, or her hair, then she'd be gone again.

I hadn't seen her for a couple of minutes when I heard a laugh a bit off to my right. I followed and stumbled onto the road. There was my rental car. I looked around, but all I saw was forest and road. A squirrel chattered at me from the side of the road. I looked up at him. It was almost like he was laughing at me, in a friendly way.

I looked back at the car, and I saw that the parking lights were on! I crossed the street, got in and started it up. I didn't drive right off, though. I looked out into the forest, thinking about what had just happened. Did it really happen? After a few minutes I drove off, thinking the whole way to the hotel. I grew less certain of what had happened with each passing mile. I never remember my dreams, but my dreams that night were full of women in the forest. They all looked like Aurora.