A Simple Walk in the Woods - Sex Stories

A Simple Walk in the Woods

... he's dead."

"Me too," I chimed in, "because I'm sure that he's the serial rapist." This seemed to cause Rachel's eyebrows to rise. Then I continued "I would prefer that we just leave him like this. I'll wipe any of my DNA off him from taking his pulse, and there's no other indication that I touched him because only the tip of my boot hit him, and I'll be cleaning my boot toe off with bleach. I'm worried that your DNA might be on him, though. How did he touch you?"

Rachel was a little reluctant to reply, but finally did -- but she had been traumatized so she couldn't really tell me much. I decided that we needed to do something with the body, but to keep both me and Rachel out of it.

After a few minutes of thought and an exchange of ideas I said "Let me look around." I walked away from the crime scene, in the opposite direction from the trail, and after about 100 meters came to a rock outcrop. There was about a forty foot drop from the outcrop to a fairly high volume creek below. If I dropped the rapist off the rock into the creek any vestiges of Rachel would likely be removed after a couple of days.

I walked back to Rachel and told her my plan -- and that I'd need her destroyed top. She was on board. Using Rachel's top I grabbed the rapist's feet and dragged him to the outcrop and then dumped him into the creek, face down. He hit dead center, where it was deep enough to completely cover his body although it was clearly visible.

Using her cut bra Rachel had ...

... picked up his knife and carried it to me. I tossed the knife on top of him; it might get washed downstream, but maybe not since it landed upstream of him.

"Let me take your ruined clothing and destroy it," I told her.

"Sounds good," she meekly replied, as I stowed her ruined bra and top in my backpack.

When we got back to the crime scene Rachel started quietly sobbing. I sat her down on the rock again and held her until she stopped. She gently broke away from me and said "I'm OK, now; let's get out of here."

We made sure to police the crime scene to the extent that we could, and even covered over the path where I dragged the perpetrator using a branch with leaves on it, and the area where Rachel had been lying, and only then did we walk back to the path. When we reached the main trail I held us back to be sure that no one else was nearby before we went on it back to the trailhead.

During our walk back I engaged her in light conversation hoping to take her mind off of her ordeal. She seemed to be a pretty tough woman, and after about a half hour appeared to act almost normal -- although I thought that she would probably need counselling in the future. I did eventually get up the nerve to ask her why she was hiking alone when the Ranger's had put out a warning about a serial rapist.

"I'm from out of town. I'm here on business and had to stay over the weekend so I knew nothing about a warning and I love to walk in nature. I guess that I should have known better ...