The Badlands Hike - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Badlands Hike - Part 1

... wanting to give this person any extra time to catch up, I shouldered my pack once more and set off down the trail. The rolling landscape continued, and I found myself becoming tired more quickly than normal as I walked up and down the hills. The hills blocked my views both in front and behind. I wasn't sure where the hiker behind me was, and I couldn't tell how far ahead it would be until I reached the next river. At the bottom of a hill I felt a drop of water on my nose. Frowning, I looked up at the sky to see heavy, purple clouds coming in from the west. They looked dark and menacing, but still many miles off. I needed to find a place to camp. And soon. I picked up my pace and kept moving forward. Finally, at the top of a hill I could see a river in the distance. The land sloped downward to the river valley only about a half mile in front of me. I hurried down the final hill as the black clouds started to fill the entire sky. A gust of wind swept in from behind me and encouraged me forward. Ahead I could see a small bridge someone had built across the narrowest point of the river. It was just a few downed trees lashed together to cross the ten-foot span, but it looked sturdy. I hustled across the makeshift bridge and came up against some small cliffs on the other side of the river. I decided this would be a good place to camp with some shelter on one side. I quickly laid out my tarp, erected the tent, and stuffed my gear inside just as the raindrops started to fall. The ...

... storm came out of nowhere. It had been clear and sunny only minutes before, and now heavy drops were pelting the side of my tent with a ferocity I hadn't encountered in many years out on the trail. I was thankful to be warm and dry inside my tent while the storm raged outside. * I must have fallen asleep with the hypnotic repetition of the raindrops hammering my tent. I awoke and unzipped the rain fly of my tent to find the sun had gone down. There was a sliver of moon in the sky, just enough for me to see my surroundings. The rain was still coming down hard. The river rushed by quickly only fifty feet from where I had pitched my tent next to the cliff. There was a flash of lightning, quickly followed by the peal of thunder. The storm was right on top of me. In the distance I thought I saw some movement through the flap in my tent, but as I continued to stare in that direction, didn't see anything again. A minute later I heard a noise. It was difficult to hear over the noise of the storm, but I definitely heard it. It was hard to make out. I strained my concentration trying to hear it again. The thunder and lightning continued to crackle and split the sky. The flashes illuminated the river valley bright as day. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of red. Then it was immediately gone again. I trained my eyes on the spot I had last seen it until a flash of lightning tore through the sky. In that instant, I could make out a person carrying a large red pack. They were a ...