A Simple Walk in the Woods - Sex Stories

A Simple Walk in the Woods

... positioned on her chest, with perfect long nipples.

The woman was disoriented but did accept my hand and I pulled her up. She was shaking in my arms but by talking softly to her I was able to calm her down. I swear that I didn't intend to do it but while I was holding her shoulders and calming her down I couldn't help but get a real prolonged eyeful of her flawless mammary glands.

Once she seemed to be coherent, although with a few tears in her eyes, I said "Let me get you a shirt," noticing that her top and bra on the ground near where she had been laying looked unserviceable.

I let go of her for a few seconds, retrieved my backpack, and pulled out both my extra T-shirt and my long sleeve shirt and held them up to her -- again perving on her chest, which she was still too shocked to cover up.

"I'm a little cold -- the long sleeve one," she uttered after a few seconds.

I brushed some leaves off of her sides and back, and then helped her put my shirt on. Since I'm six feet five inches, 230 pounds, and I estimated her to be five feet six inches and 120 pounds, of course my shirt draped on her. Fortunately it had a relatively small neck opening so it covered up her chest completely, but she did have to push the sleeves up since they extended a foot past her hands.

After I made sure that she was OK, including having pulled her jeans shorts' zipper back up, I had her sit on an adjacent rock and collected what appeared to be her belongings strewn about a ten ...

... square meter area.

After I collected all of her belongings -- including her cut-up bra and top -- and put them in her small rucksack I knelt by her and gave her a drink from one of my full insulated metal bottles. I didn't ask her what happened, because that was obvious. I talked to her gently, mostly assuring her that she was now completely safe, and asking her to tell me when she felt like hiking back to the trailhead. After about fifteen minutes she looked over toward her attacker and asked -- with no concern in her voice, merely curiosity -- "Is he dead?"

"I don't know?" I replied. "Once I determined that he wasn't a threat I was just concerned about you. I'll check."

I walked over toward the rapist. I noted that he fit the physical description that the other victims had given the authorities of the serial rapist. I again made sure that his knife was out of his reach then I knelt down and took his pulse. He definitely was dead.

Then I had to decide what to do -- aside from helping his victim out of the forest. I went up her and said "I haven't introduced myself; I'm Blake; and you are?"

"Rachel -- Rachel Webb," she replied, shaking my offered hand.

"Well, Rachel, your attacker is dead. Apparently I kicked him in a lethal place on his head. Now we have to decide what to do. I'll ultimately do what you want, but let me tell you my initial thoughts and then you can provide your perspective, OK?

"Sure," she said, and then with a stern look said "I'm glad that ...