An Unexplored Wilderness Ch. 08

Macey shouted at Adam, then ran to her friend. They reached her, but she was so out of breath she couldn't talk. Adam stroked her back to calm her down.

"What happened?"

"Heather!" she gasped, her voice raspy, "Fell...ankle. Need..."

"I'll get the med pack," Adam said and dashed off.

Macey and Dylan stayed with Anis as she caught her breath and filled in a few details. The team had been exploring, Heather had taken a bad step and fallen awkwardly. She relayed the grid number they were at to Dylan, pasning between words.

"We...were right... at grid.. 13...62."

"When Columbus sailed the ocean blue, huh?" Macey smiled.

Adam returned with the med pack, and he and Dylan took off into the woods without a second thought. Finally they stopped and Adam took out the tracker.

"What grid marker is she at?"

"Thirteen hundred and sixty two."

Adam punched the coordinates into the tracker.

"When Columbus sailed the ocean blue."

Adam snapped up and looked at Dylan.

"Columbus sailed the ocean blue in fourteen hundred and ninety two."

The two men looked at each other, alone in the forest. Dylan tried to recall the actual words Anis had said and came up blank.

"Pretty sure she said 1362, but then Macey said the ocean blue part."

"Okay, well 1362 is about 5 minutes away at our 11, 1492 is about 8 minutes at our 3."

They looked at each other again.

"Fuck, I say 1362. Closer, and I always say go with your first instinct," Dylan offered.

"Let's go."

Minutes later they found Heather, with Kayla by her side. As Adam crouched to look, he was relieved to see no evidence of a break or even bruising. Unfortunately, her boot had been taken off, allowing her ankle to swell. Tears streaked down Heather's face.

"I'm sorry. It hurts," she pouted through a brave mask.

"I know, it's okay, let me take a look."

Adam gently pressed on Heather's ankle, testing the range of motion. She winced in pain, but he could tell that it wasn't broken. A wave of relief swept over him that the injury wasn't severe. He reached over for the med pack, but then had a wicked thought. He glanced up at Dylan and gave him a wink.

"Is it bad?" Heather asked fearfully.

"Yeah," Adam lied. "And, since we're all the way out her, I think the only option is amputation."

Heather gasped and held on to Kayla. "No, please, anything but that!"

"I'm afraid it's the only way," Dylan agreed, struggling to keep a straight face. He turned to Adam. "A knife or a saw, you think?"

Adam reached into his pack and paused for dramatic effect before pulling out the small tree saw.

"Saw. Kayla, can you hold her?"

Heather and Kayla both went white. Adam couldn't keep it together any more and cracked a grin. Heather, though, was too rattled to notice. Dylan snickered, catching her attention. Her eyes darted from one guy to the other.

"You guys are joking?" she finally gasped.

"Yeah."

Heather punched Adam in the shoulder as he started to laugh. "You asshole, I thought you were serious!"

By now Dylan was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up. "God, I wish I had a camera for your face!"

"Jerk!" Heather yelled, and tried to kick him, but only ended up hurting her ankle again. "Ow!"

Adam grabbed her leg to keep it still while laughing so hard he doubled over. He finally caught his breath.

"It looks like a sprain, you got lucky. Nothing's broken or out of place. We'll get you back to camp and keep an eye on it for a few days," Adam said, stroking her skin. "Okay?"

Heather frowned at him but nodded, still sniffling as Kayla rubbed her back.

"Here's a painkiller pill, I'm going to tape you up to support the ankle and keep the swelling down, okay? It will hurt a little when I do it though."

Heather nodded bravely, and held on to Kayla as he worked. In a few minutes her ankle was taped up. Adam gathered her in his arms and picked her up into an arm carry.

"Here you go, let's get you back to camp."

"It sucks, you know, I'm in the best shape of my life, and then I do this to myself."

"Its just a sprain, you'll be fine in a few days."

Heather wrapped an arm around his neck and held on as they started walking back to camp. The pain from her ankle was fading to the background as she looked at his handsome face. Her heart fluttered watching him work so hard to help her in her moment of need. She was so stupid, so helpless, and here he was to rescue her.

"You're my hero, you know that?"

Heather tried to lean into him, but the arm carrying her kept her upright and still.

"Yeah? Why's that?"

"Rescuing me. Carrying me to safety. My own knight in shining armor."

Adam looked down at her and smiled. "My pleasure, my lady."

"Am I your lady now?" she asked.

"You are always a lady," he grinned evasively.

Heather lunged forward and kissed his cheek, unable to hold back her feelings any longer. She couldn't believe it. She had been longing for him all morning, but it had taken a sprained ankle and a little pain to finally get into his strong arms. Adam's held her close to him as they walked. She was in heaven, his arms holding her, protecting her, making her feel safe. Heather could feel the warmth of his body against hers, and it sent shivers down her spine. She felt like she could stay in his arms forever.

As they walked, Heather couldn't help but remember what it was be like to have his arms around her in a different way. She felt herself getting wet just thinking about it, and knew that she wanted him more than anything in the world. Just a few days ago he had been her first, now she couldn't wait to get back to camp and hopefully have some alone time with him. She had found him attractive the first moment they met, but now, with him being so kind and caring towards her, she found her heart melting for him more than ever. She wanted him to take her in his arms and kiss her, to make love to her until they both couldn't take it anymore.

Adam could feel the tension building between them, but he didn't want to rush things, especially while accompanied by Dylan and Kayla. Although, glancing at those two, they seemed to be plenty distracted by each other.

As they reached the camp, Heather was greeted by Dr. Catton, Anis, and Macey. They all rushed over, asking if she was okay. Adam set her down on a nearby log and began to explain what had happened. Heather watched as he spoke, admiring the way his lips moved and the sound of his voice. She was lost in a trance. When Dr. Catton finally got her attention and asked how she was feeling, Heather had to take a moment to remember her ankle was injured.

"Oh, it's fine. Adam taped it up and it feels much better."

"Okay, well, I think you should take it easy today."

"Probably for the best," Adam added, resting his hand on Heather's shoulder. "Why don't we get you comfortable, get your foot elevated, let you rest. Like Dr. Catton says, we don't want any more injuries."

After a brief counsel, Macey joined Anis and Kayla to continue the exploration of the forest. Adam and Dylan would stay back and continue unloading the container so that the lab could become functional. As they left, Macey noticed both Anis and Kayla glancing back, watching how Adam doted on his patient. She saw something in their eyes, something new, something like jealousy. She glanced back and watched Adam tenderly pick up Heather at carry her to the dining tent. She looked back to her team, straightened her shoulders, and headed into the forest.

Adam positioned Heather with her injured ankle elevated. After making her as comfortable as possible, he made sure she had water, and gave her a notebook to record her observations to date. He promised he'd be back soon, and went off to help Dylan unload.

Heather watched him go, a sad, sweet smile on her face. He was just so nice to her. She resolved to try and be productive while she rested, so that all his help wouldn't be in vain. Pulling out her notebook, she started to record her observations, turning periodically to catch a glimpse of her crush as he worked. In the mid afternoon, Adam stopped by to check on her. She smiled up at him as she put down her notebook, her attention fully on him. He pulled up a seat beside her and inspected her ankle as they made small talk. Satisfied, he rose to leave. Heather reached out and touched his hand.

"Please stay a bit longer," she asked hopefully.

"I should be getting back to help Dylan."

"Can't he wait a little while longer? He's a big boy."

Adam nodded and sat back down, a gentle smile on his face.

"Look," she smiled, glancing around. "Dylan went off to the lake, Dr. Catton is in her tent."

"Yeah."

"So, I, uh, wanted to thank you for recusing me," she nodded, unable to avoid glancing down to his crotch.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she agreed, her voice suddenly husky.

Seeing no opposition from him, her hand slowly reached out to land on his thigh, then touch the hem of his shorts.

"It's just us, no one is around," she swallowed, her hand sliding up to the top of his thighs.

Adam nodded, speechless, just staring at her. She moved her hand further up, under his shorts.

"Oh, Adam," she whispered, and leaned forward, licking her lips.

She looked at him, and he just nodded.

Heather blushed, looking down bashfully with a smile. Her hand completed the journey and found his erection and she grinned. He replied with gasp of his own, then leaned forward and kissed her. He cupped her face as she touched him, letting his tongue out to find hers. His hand left her face and slid down to her shoulder, then further down to cup her breast. She broke their kiss and looked up at him, pulling her hand back.

"It's kinda hot here, yeah?" she asked.

Heather glanced around one more time, verifying they were alone. Adam looked around too, wondering what she had seen. Instead, her hand took the zipper at the front of her sports bra and lowered it, allowing her breasts to spill free.

"Heather," he gasped, his eyes fixated on her pillowy breasts.

"Shh," she hushed, her finger tips brushing the bulge in his shorts. "Adam, I want you," she whispered, her hands sliding inside his shorts again.

Adam groaned as her fingers slid over his hardening cock, then reached out to caress her bare breasts. Heather smiled at him and then tugged on his shorts. He glanced around again, then stood to allow her to pull his shorts down. She took him into her hand and marveled at his size. Adam leaned back and spread his legs slightly, and just enjoying the sensations. Heather's mouth watered, she couldn't wait much longer.

"You made me feel so good the other night. I want to make you feel good. Please," she begged, her eyes boring into him. "Let me suck it."

Adam thought for a moment, then reluctantly nodded, glancing around again, clearly concerned about doing this in the middle of camp in the middle of the day. Heather released his cock and it bobbed between them, a trail of precum dripping down. She smiled up at him, her heart in her throat, and leaned forward. She flicked her tongue out at the bulbous head, tasting his salty precum. Adam moaned and reached out to take her by the shoulders.

"I'll try to make this good for you," she whispered, her hands lightly pulling on his balls as she moved to kiss the skin at the base of his cock. Heather smiled and opened her mouth wide, taking him all the way in.

All he could do was nod. She leaned forward further and took him into her mouth as far as she could go. Her fingers wrapped around the rest of his length, unable to close around him, as she took him deep. She tasted his cock, a taste full of sweat and musk and of man, along with another taste she knew well.

He moaned and gripped her head, trying his best not to make too much noise. All worries about getting caught left his mind as he lost himself in the pleasure she was giving him. He shuffled forward, giving her more room as her head bobbed back and forth in his lap. Her hands rubbed his thighs, then around his ass. Her nails dug into his ass cheeks as she forced him deeper into her. He grunted and thrust his hips, watching her hair bob up and down.

Heather slid back and looked up at him, stroking him with her hand. "Am I doing this right?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "Fuck."

She bobbed forward, sucking him in as far as she could, her lips stretching around his hardness. He moaned as her tongue swirled around him, she was so warm and giving. She couldn't go as deep as she wanted to, at least not yet, but she was enthusiastic and dedicated. Heather eagerly sucked him off, her hands clenching against his thighs as she sucked desperately. Adam felt his orgasm rise in him and pulled back, unable to stand it anymore.

Heather glanced up at him, her hands holding him in place, slobber dripping from her mouth. He panted, holding back, but she wasn't backing down. Her hands gripped his ass to pull him closer, and she took him deep into her mouth again. Adam leaned forward, his hands on her shoulders.

"Fuck, baby, I'm going to cum."

Heather nodded, never breaking her rhythm, urging him on. His orgasm surged forth, and his cock jumped in her mouth, then again, as she sucked him deeply. She moaned with him as he came, her throat vibrating him, sending waves of pleasure down his cock. He held her head in place and she tried to look up to his face as he came, but he was leaning too far forward. He groaned as he came, his semen spewing into her mouth. She slurped and swallowed as best she could, looking up at him. His cock jerked a few times as she finished him off, leaning back and then finally slumping to his chair.

"Fuck, Heather, you sucked my knees out," he groaned, breathless.

Heather giggled and pushed some stray cum into her mouth. Some girls had said cum didn't taste good, but she found it to have a unique flavor that made her tingle. And she had made him feel good! That was the icing on the cake.

"Thank you," she smiled at him.

"Thank you," he grinned, tugging his shorts back into place. "God, I am going to need a minute."

Heather giggled and he looked at her, her lips slick and shining, glistening with moisture and cum. Her eyes were bright and happy, her hair a little messy from where he had held her. She looked down and fumbled with her top, covering herself. He looked around again, relieved to find no one watching them. His eyes returned to her, and he reached out to hold her hand.

"I...really need to get back to work, babe."

She nodded, understandingly. Finally he rose and caressed her cheek. With a silent nod, he headed back to the container, turmoil in his head. That had been way to risky, they could have gotten caught by Dr. Catton. He needed to be more careful.

"How's the patient?" Dylan asked with a knowing grin as he entered the container. Adam paused and exhaled.

"Both patient and doctor are doing great."

Dylan nodded. "Cool, man. Alright, let's get to work."