The Badlands Hike - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Badlands Hike - Part 1

... quarter mile above the river. The rain beat down on them savagely, and I heard them cry out in the distance as a muddy section of trail gave out under their feet. They slid for ten feet down the embankment then caught themselves and stood up again. I was paralyzed as I watched the person claw their way across the landscape, ravaged by this terrible storm. By the time they got to the makeshift bridge crossing at the river, they were close enough that I could tell they were soaked. I could see the red pack stained wine-dark with the moisture. The person themselves was bundled inside a black hooded jacket. I could barely make out any of their features. Their arms swung wildly as they struggled down the muddy path. As they stepped out onto the logs of the bridge, a flash of lightning clawed its way across the sky. At that exact moment, I could see the erosive water running down the trail undermine the bridge's position in the hillside. The logs started to slip free, and the hiker lost their balance as the bridge under their feet shifted. At that moment, I knew they needed my help. Leaping from the door of my tent, I sprinted out towards the river as I saw the bridge collapse and the hiker went down into the swiftly flowing water. The rain licked my face as I sprinted along the shore, following the hiker as they clawed for purchase in the turbulent, foamy water. I could see their legs kicking, trying to keep their head up as they were weighed down by their large, waterlogged ...

... pack. Up ahead I could see a rock outcropping jut into the water, cutting off half the stream. I ran up onto the rock just ahead of the hiker. I could see them finally unclip their pack and shake themselves free. They kicked out with their legs and I could see them making slow progress towards my bank, where the rocks might offer some chance at a handhold for them to climb out of the swirling water. I was up on the rocks and could see the hiker swiftly being carried closer and closer to me by the strong current. It looked like they were moving too fast. They were on a collision course with the boulders, and I worried that they'd strike their head and sink to the bottom. Not knowing what else to do, I climbed down the side of the rocks, hoping to get low enough to offer a hand to the hiker as they got close enough. Halfway down the rock face, my boot slipped on a patch of loose stones and I felt myself plunge into the icy water. Luck was on my side, however, since I was pressed up against the rock face by the current coming straight at me. I wasn't swept down the stream. Kicking hard with my heavily booted feet, I managed to get my head high enough to see that the hiker was only ten feet upstream from me, and on a collision course. I yelled out to them, waving my arms. I saw them turn their head to me. The ice-blue eyes locked with mine. They saw my outstretched hand. They reached out, a slender hand extended towards mine. An instant later, their body careened into mine, the force ...