Lost in the Wood

Cynthia swore, loud and long. She was furious and somewhat disgusted with herself. She knew better than to wander off the trail, but the chance for the photos of some fawns had been just too enticing.

She still couldn't understand how she'd lost track of where the trail was. She'd left it going downhill and to the right. All she'd had to do to get back to it was go back uphill to the left. And when she'd done so there was no trail there.

Then she'd compounded the error by going further, thinking she just hadn't gone far enough.

Standing at what was a really nice spot for a scenic lookout Cynthia conceded that there wasn't a trail in sight. What the hell did she do now? She considered the situation.

Good points were that she was expected back at the camp site in a little while and when she didn't arrive the alarm would be raised. Maybe not immediately, but it would be raised. She had a couple of snacks in her pocket so she wouldn't go hungry. Well, not too hungry.

Bad points were that she didn't know how long she'd be out there and her water bottle was empty. You could get awfully thirsty on a hot summer afternoon.

Cynthia remembered seeing a little creek back aways. If she listened hard she fancied she could hear the water tumbling along. There had been an open area next to the creek. Her best bet would be to return to that open area, sit tight and wait.

Backtracking carefully, Cynthia located the creek, but found the open area was missing. Just how lost was she getting, she wondered. She decided to follow the creek a hundred yards downstream and if she didn't find the open area she'd reverse and follow it upstream.

Fifteen minutes later, moving upstream and swearing steadily, Cynthia found the open area. She took some time to refill her water bottle and then say down to wait.

Cynthia sat and waited. Waited and sat. Every so often she'd relieve her tedium by shouting loudly for help. Silence was her reward. She sat some more and waited some more.

Twilight was closing around her and Cynthia was resigned to the fact that she'd be staying on the mountain overnight. She was quite sure that a search party was out as she'd heard a helicopter buzzing around, but it hadn't passed over her clearing. Unless there were other strays out in the woods then it seemed reasonable that it was her they were looking for. When it got dark, she decided, she fire off a few flashes from her camera. It might show someone where to look.

As darkness stirred and gathered around her Cynthia relieved her feeling with a few loud yells. She often wondered if changing her shout from help to a certain other four letter word was what let her be heard.

In the distance she heard an answering shout, although it was a bit politer that the one she'd just called. Cynthia called again, but this time had the sense to shout creek and clearing in the hope that this would give some indication of where she was.

For the next fifteen minutes Cynthia heard regular calls which she promptly answered. The last call seemed close and she was able to spot a light in the trees, approaching her. A couple of minutes later a man came strolling into her clearing.

After confirming her identity (it would be a shame to rescue the wrong person) he reached for his radio. The general search was called off and the stranger turned to Cynthia.

"Well, everyone who can is now heading for home. A couple of the searchers will meet us here. We'll set up camp, feed you and stay here for the night. Safer and easier on you than trying to have you hike out in the dark. Oh, I'm Johnny, by the way."

Cynthia expressed her appreciation of their efforts, apologising for being a nuisance. Johnny waved away her explanations.

"These things happen," he said, "even to the best of us."

Over the next half hour two more searchers arrived at their little camp, being introduced as Andy and Billy. By this time Johnny had cleared a fire site and built a small fire. Unfolding a small folding kettle he'd filled it with water and boiled it, tossing in some coffee.

The four of them enjoyed their coffee, along with some energy bars that the searchers had been carrying.

After they'd had their coffee the three men put out the fire and extracted ground sheets from them backpacks. Cynthia watched as they spread them around, Andy and Billy to one side of the fire site and Johnny on the other.

The moon had come up and it was full. Cynthia was surprised at just how bright it seemed, and with her eyes having adjusted to the dim light she could see around the camp site quite clearly. Johnny, she noticed, had produced a second ground sheet, presumably for her.

Sure enough, Johnny indicated that she should lie on one of the sheets. Watching the men settled down onto their own sheets, Cynthia noticed Billy nudging Andy and sniggering.

"What's the joke?" she asked Johnny as she settled onto the groundsheet, speaking quietly.

"Just ignore him," Johnny told her. "He always gets the giggles when it's time for the lucky searcher to screw the little lost lamb."

"Uh, say what?" asked Cynthia, confused. Just what had he meant by that?

"It's a local custom," Johnny said. "The searcher who finds a stray lamb, you in this case, gets to sleep with her. Ignore them. It'll be fun. You'll find it's amazing making love on the mountain under a moonlit sky."

"Uh, Johnny, it's very nice of you to ask me, but it's just not on. I don't even know you."

"Uh, Cynthia, it's very much on. I wasn't exactly asking. More letting you know what's going to happen.

Um, by the way, if you're thinking of screaming for help, Andy and Billy would be over here like a shot to help, but they'd help me, not you. And for a reward they'd expect a turn.

You don't want that, do you?"

Cynthia looked at him in shock.

"Are you seriously telling me that you're going to have sex with me whether I like it or not and if I scream or struggle those two oafs will come over and help you?"

"No, no. You misunderstand. You're allowed to struggle, because you won't win. It's just that it's not smart to scream for help as the boys might misunderstand.

Um, are you going to cooperate and get undressed for me?"

"No, I'm not, and if you try anything I'll fight," snapped Cynthia.

"Oh, good," murmured Johnny. "I find a nice wrestle beforehand really gets the heart pumping. We'll have a fine time."

Cynthia started to roll over, preparatory to getting to her feet and ducking into the trees. Too late she found as Johnny had already moved, twisting over and catching her arm.

A jerk and a lunge and he had her pinned to the ground. A hand was at her waist, working on the fastening on her shorts. She swore softly, trying to hit him, and swore louder when he caught her hands and pinned them easily above her head.

She struggled, trying to wriggle out from under him as he pushed at her shorts with one hand, steadily edging them down. Once past her hips they moved easily, being pushed rapidly below her knees. To her fury Johnny then released her arms, thus letting him reach down and finish remove her shorts. Panties too, she noticed, cursing him some more.

Pounding on his back achieved nothing she noticed. She might not even have been trying, he was paying her struggles so little heed.

With Cynthia's shorts and panties gone, Johnny turned his attention to her top. Catching her arms, he again held them out of the way while he undid the buttons on her shirt. With that done he calmly pulled it up along her arms, releasing them at the last moment to remove it completely. Twisting Cynthia onto her side he reached around and unclipped her bra.

Cynthia found herself lying naked, arms again pinned above her head with Johnny looming over her. She glared at as she saw him unbuckling his trousers, saying something rude when he pushed them down and off.

Determined not to yield, Cynthia lay there, rigid, legs clasped firmly together. Johnny was looking down at her, his face hidden by the night. He settled down on her, leaning his weight along her, holding her firmly to the ground. She could feel the length of one leg pressing between hers, not trying to force her but holding a steady pressure against her.

Cynthia was puzzled. Johnny wasn't trying to force her legs apart. He was just lying there, heavy, but not rough. The most he was doing in regard to assaulting her was playing with her breasts, which she had to admit he did quite well.

Cynthia writhed slightly, trying to move away from that gently stroking hand that was doing such pleasant things to her breasts. Her breasts were feeling tight and swollen and her nipples were peaked, sending agitated little signals to her when he teased her.

And all the time she could feel his leg, pressing between hers, urging them to part.

The scenario remained unchanged for a while, apart from Cynthia's fury increasing at the way Johnny kept teasing her breasts. Then Cynthia noticed that she had a problem. To her shock she found that her legs were trembling slightly and starting to move apart.

She tried, pressing her legs together harder, but she found the more she tried the weaker they seemed to get. She was totally unable to stop them parting, letting Johnny's leg ease between them. She swore softly as she felt his hand slide down and take possession of her. She'd finally got her wish; he was leaving her breasts alone for a while.

Johnny stroked and massaged, squeezed and made little probes between her lips. Cynthia wriggled and muttered rude things, but could do nothing to stop the wandering hand. To her intense irritation, Johnny reached around with his other leg, dragging her legs even further apart.

Now she found he was neatly settled between her thighs, his erection pressing against her stomach while his hand massaged her mound.

"Time to get down to it, sweetheart," Johnny murmured, reaching down to position his cock against her slit.

Cynthia tried to twist away but a casual push moved the head of his cock in past her lips. She was hot and wet, her pussy nicely stimulated by the attentions paid to her breasts and mound. Johnny paused, his cock only just engaged with her.

Cynthia found Johnny moving her arms to either side, holding them wide. Then the pressure started down below as he started leaning into her.

She did her best. She twisted under him, trying to pull away. She wriggled, she tried to clench her muscles together, every little trick she could think of to slow his entry. And bit by bit, her efforts were rendered useless as Johnny came just that little bit further into her.

Johnny made his final entry with a last sudden push, leaving Cynthia gasping and pinned.

"I win," he murmured. He drew slowly back and sank back down onto her.

"Very nice," he told her, doing it again.

"Are you going to fight anymore?" he enquired, giving yet another slow gentle thrust deep into her.

Cynthia didn't deign to answer, turning her head so as not to look at him, while biting her lip to stop herself groaning with pleasure as he once more drove down into her.

Johnny released Cynthia's arms, freeing his hand for the pleasanter task of teasing her breasts. Cynthia promptly pounded her fists down onto his back, and cursed herself when she found her hands flattening and holding him.

She cursed them both when she found her hips lifting helplessly to meet him as he plunged into her yet again, then she gave a mental shrug. She'd reached a 'what the hell' point, and yielded.

Johnny came sliding down again and Cynthia's legs arched up and locked around him. From that point it was game on. Johnny drove home and Cynthia rose to meet him. Slowly, but surely, Johnny moved faster and harder. Just as surely Cynthia matched his every move.

They might as well have been old partners, each knowing instinctively what the other wanted. They came together fiercely, a joyful meeting of bodies that relished the activity.

Harder and harder Johnny pounded into Cynthia, and she clutched him tightly to her, grinding herself against him, happily accepting his dominance, knowing she'd win in the end.

Johnny was breathing hard, knowing he was in the final stretch. Cynthia seemed tireless under him, but he could feel the tension in her arms and legs as she clung to him. Gasping, he faltered for a second, then drove in for his final surge.

Cynthia heard Johnny groan at the same time as she felt the hot splash within her. Her legs kicked free and a hand went to her mouth to stifle her scream as she felt herself coming apart under Johnny's relentless pounding. Everything was feeling and feeling was everything as she rode her climax under Johnny's pounding, conscious of nothing but the feeling of release.

Cynthia slowly came back to life. Johnny was still lying across her, his cock still imbedded in her. She was slightly surprised. She'd have thought that after his efforts he'd have pulled out and gone to sleep.

For a few moments she relaxed, enjoying the feel of him in her, holding her. Then she sighed and pushed at his chest, twisting slightly to encourage him to withdraw.

She gulped as she felt Johnny stir, swelling inside her. It took only moments, moments which seemed to last forever, and Cynthia could feel him huge and hard inside her, filling her.

"You know," Johnny said, "my personal best has been four times in one night. I've always thought personal best is a target that should be surpassed, don't you?"