The Badlands Hike - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Badlands Hike - Part 1

... I slid my soaked shirt up over my head and tossed it away. I reached for my sleeping bag and unzipped a corner. I looked at the woman and she looked back at me. Our eyes connected, and we accepted a mutual understanding about exactly what needed to be done right now. I watched as she wiggled free of her soaked shirt, exposing a tight, black sports bra underneath. She reached down with cold, shaking hands and fumbled with the clasp of her belt. She still couldn't get it open on her second try, so without consciously deciding to, I reached over to help her. Since I hadn't been in the water nearly as long, my hands were a bit more sure, and within seconds I had undone her belt and was helping her slide her hiking pants down her legs. As our combined body heat started to warm the air inside the tent, my mind cleared and I realized that this woman was incredibly beautiful. I knew that I needed to keep in control; our lives were still in danger. But my male instincts couldn't be completely shut off. Her legs were slender and toned. Shaved smoothly, her skin firm and tight as I slid my hands down their length to help remove her pants. Looking back up, she had on a pair of small black panties which I could tell were also completely soaked through from the river. Her stomach was flat and trim. It heaved up and down as she gasped for breath after her tiring swim. Her sports bra was tight and black, also soaked through. I could clearly see her nipples pressed hard against the fabric. ...

... Her face, with the ice-blue eyes, the small nose, full lips, and sculpted chin was the definition of classical beauty. Her hair, blonde and messy, framed her face wildly. I managed to catch my thoughts enough to finally strip my own pants off. Clad in nothing but wet boxer shorts, I unzipped the side of the sleeping back and slid myself inside. The woman didn't wait for an invitation, and wiggled her way inside as well. The sleeping bag was designed for one person. Having two inside was very tight. But we knew we had to make do in order to share body heat and prevent ourselves from slipping into hypothermia. We positioned ourselves in a spooning position, her back to my front. She reached down and zipped up the side of the sleeping bag. I could feel her body starting to warm up against my own. All our underwear was still completely soaked, but I guess modesty had determined that that was a line we weren't going to cross yet. We lay down against the floor of the tent, and her body immediately started to shiver. I wrapped my arms around her and felt that she was warming up a lot by this point. The shivers must be from adrenaline rather than cold. I felt her legs intertwine with mine inside the cramped sleeping bag, and her body lean back into me. I held her close in my strong arms and tried to get her to stop shaking. The rain continued to pound into the roof of the tent, and the lightning and thunder crashed every few seconds. The rainfly strained under the wind and we paused ...