A Simple Walk in the Woods - Sex Stories

A Simple Walk in the Woods

... been several incidents including rapes and the common perpetrator had not been caught yet. I'm too big, strong, and dumb to be scared, however -- I haven't been afraid of anything physical since I was twelve years old -- so that didn't mean anything to me.

My house was right on the way to the challenging mountain trail that I wanted to hike so I stopped off, loaded a backpack with food and three insulated metal bottles of ice water, an extra T-shirt and a long sleeve shirt, knife, and flashlight (although I intended to return home before dark), and a few other odds and ends. I fastened my hiking boots, threw the backpack in the passenger's side seat, and drove the thirty miles to the trailhead.

The parking lot had fewer cars than there normally would be on a Saturday morning in early autumn, maybe because of the warnings about the serial rapist. Anyway I took off at a brisk pace, loving the peace and quiet interrupted only by birds singing and a light breeze whishing through the treetops, and the gorgeous scenery.

After a few miles I stopped for about twenty minutes to eat some power bars and drink a liter of water, still ice cold in an insulted metal water bottle, and then continued. Rather than staying on the main trail I took a seldom used offshoot that ended in a cliff about two kilometers away and briskly hiked along.

It was about fifteen minutes after my lunch stop when I heard muffled sounds of distress coming off to my right. Always being both curious ...

... and with not enough brains to be fearful, I quickly went in the direction of the sounds. No more than fifty meters off the trail I saw two bodies on the ground; the one on top was male with a knife apparently threatening a topless female on the bottom. I didn't hesitate for even a second.

Shedding my backpack as I sprinted I was upon the guy before he saw me. He was just starting to turn his head in response to the sound of a 230 pound bull charging through the underbrush when I kicked him in his right temple. I think that my foot hit hard enough that if it was a football I could have made a sixty yard field goal. In any event he went flying off the woman and lay still where he landed several yards away. I was about to stomp him when I saw that he was "out," and since his knife was well out of reach I turned my attention to his victim.

The topless woman looked scared shitless, with her jean shorts undone but not removed and leaves in her hair. After determining once more that the rapist wasn't moving I attended to her. As I said "Are you OK," while extending a hand to her I felt like a pervert when I stared at her tits, rather than her face.

I'm normally a leg and ass man -- two qualities my wife has that were things that initially attracted me to her -- but I am a normal red-blooded heterosexual guy so I certainly appreciate nice tits as well. Plus, they were the nicest tits that I had ever seen in my life. They weren't enormous but they were beautifully shaped and ...