The Badlands Hike - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Badlands Hike - Part 1

... of the impact almost knocking the wind out of my lungs. As soon as I felt them make contact, I grabbed hold of their jacket and shoved them up against the rocks behind us. We both managed to find handholds on the craggy boulder, but the rain hitting us square in the face blinded us. I shielded my eyes and looked at the hiker. Their brilliant blue eyes were ablaze with adrenaline. We started to climb, hand over hand, finding footholds on the perilous rock face. The water licked at our heels as we finally cleared the river and emerged into the rain-soaked sky. My muscles started to cramp from the cold, but I willed my body onwards, knowing that to plunge back into the river would mean certain death. Concentrating on nothing but putting one hand in front of the other, I finally managed to drag myself over the top of the rock, finding a flat surface to stand on. Turning back towards the river, I looked over the edge of the rock and saw the hiker only a few feet below the lip. I called out and reached down with an outstretched arm. They looked up at me and I noticed the wild shock of hair that had been tossed by the river, and the pursed lips, set in a determined line as they climbed towards me. Finally, their hand reached mine, and I used my aching muscles to pull them over the edge of the cliff and info relative safety. Their body collapsed into mine, and I noticed how light they were. Finally pulling back the hood, my tired mind was shocked to discover a woman's profile. Her ...

... features were slender and graceful. The hair, blonde. The lips, full and pink. Her nose was small and round. Her jaw, defined sharply. Her eyes were closed, and I feared for her safety. Hypothermia could set in if she didn't get warm soon. I called out loudly, trying to be heard over the screaming wind and rain. The words reached her, and her eyes shot open instantly. The brilliant blue hue seemed to search my face as I saw her try to make sense of this person who had pulled her from a raging river. I could feel her body start to shiver beneath the jacket, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and started to help her back up the river to where I had made camp. Our clothes were soaked straight through, and I felt the added weight of the water as we quickly headed for the tent. Finally back at camp, I helped her stoop to enter the small zippered door. I crawled in after her and immediately zipped the tent back up behind us to start creating a warmer air pocket inside. I then struggled free of my wet jacket. I reached down and started untying my soaked boots, then pulled off my wet socks, knowing that to remain in wet clothes would spell danger. I glanced over at the woman. Her training had also started to take over. She had thrown her jacket into a corner of the tent, and was also freeing her feet from her waterlogged boots and socks. I looked down at my wet shirt, which clung tightly to my broad chest. Even though I didn't know this woman at all, modesty would have to wait. ...