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Don't Fall In

byoggbashan©

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Copyright Oggbashan November 2003

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Edited July 2006


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I should have known that I was out of my depth. Brian had more sense. He chickened out of the challenge but I had too much male pride and I was overconfident. Surely if two women could do it I could manage just as well.

Now I owe my life to their competence and skill. Humiliated? Yes I am. Grateful? Yes, that too. Have I learned a lesson? Yes. Was I an idiot? Yes.

It all started, as many disastrous ideas do, in a bar. We were in the students' union bar of our local university where we were meeting after an evening class.

The four of us, me Donald, Brian, Maureen and Sarah were discussing what we would do at the Autumn half term. We had a half term because we were adult education students on a local history course. The genuine students around us didn't have a half term.

Brian and I said we hadn't got anything planned because we would be at work. That brought protests from Maureen and Sarah. They worked too but we wouldn't have any homework for the weekend. Why weren't we doing anything? Weren't we adventurous?

Brian suspected a possible trap and kept his mouth shut. I wasn't so careful. It wasn't that I had drunk too much. I was halfway through my first small glass of lager.

"So what are you doing," I asked, "that will be adventurous?"

"We are going hill walking," replied Maureen. "Why don't you join us?"

"Not me." Brian said emphatically. "At this time of year I like to be warm and dry. It is too cold for hill walking."

"It's not cold if you are wearing the correct clothing," Maureen objected. "Come on, can't you accept a challenge?"

"Yes," said Brian, "but I know when I am out of my depth. I can walk. I can climb hills. I can't stand getting really cold. Even the prospect of a weekend away with you two isn't going to tempt me to do something I wouldn't enjoy and would probably regret."

"What about you, Donald? Surely you wouldn't let us helpless females go out on the hills alone?"

Maureen was teasing me. She had already accused me of being a male chauvinist because I had suggested that backpacking alone through SE Asia was not a good idea for single women. I had actually said "people on their own" but she talked me into a corner and forced me to admit that I thought it was even more dangerous for women than men.

Sarah joined in. She put her hand on my arm.

"Donald, please. I'd like you to come."

That was unfair. Sarah knew that I was attracted to her. So far she had turned down several invitations from me to meet away from the evening class. Now she was offering a whole weekend with her. I turned my head to look at her. That was another mistake. She was smiling at me with slightly parted lips. Her dark brown hair fell either side of her face. Her brown eyes were looking straight into mine. Like any other infatuated male would, I fell for the appeal in her eyes.

"OK. If you want me to come, I will. I don't know what I am letting myself into but I am willing to try. You know what you are doing. I don't. You know that I will be the one who will need looking after. I expect that you will have me panting along well behind you..."

"...if you are, you'll get a good view of Sarah's legs, won't you?" said Maureen. "They'll be an incentive for you to keep up with us."

Sarah aimed a mock-slap at Maureen.

"Maureen, can I help it if he's fallen for my charm? I think he likes me. He'll find out this weekend what I'm really like, won't he?"

"I think you have been set up, Donald," Brian added. "I'm glad I'm out of it. Good Luck. You'll need it."

By the end of the evening Maureen and Sarah had scribbled down a list of things that I should bring. I agreed to be the driver because I have a four wheel drive vehicle. I would pick them up at six o'clock on Friday evening. The drive to the hills would take about half an hour if the weather and traffic were kind. We would walk to a barn that belongs to Maureen's aunt, sleep there overnight and start hill walking in the morning.

By Friday evening I was worried. I had tried to get the things on the list but I wasn't happy with the quality or durability of some of the kit. I was used to walking in summer and the weather forecast threatened some sleet and more rain. I envied stay at home Brian. A weekend with Sarah could have too high a price.

I loaded my borrowed backpack in the car and collected Maureen, then Sarah. As we drove out of town a light rain started falling. At this time of year it had been dark before I finished work so I hoped we didn't have to go far from the car before stopping for the night. They might know what they were doing and where they were going. I had no idea.

As we started to climb into the hills the rain got heavier and there were a few ominous snowflakes in it. Just before we reached the farm where we would leave the car the rain had turned to sleet with a stiff breeze. Sarah directed me to park the car in an open-fronted shed next to a tractor. Maureen went to tell the farmer that we were there and where we were going which is the normal procedure for winter walking in the hills. If we weren't back when we said we would be he would call out the rescue services.

I heaved the heavy pack on my back and struggled with the plastic cagoule that was the only fully waterproof clothing I had. Sarah had to help fit it over my backpack. She looked much better equipped. Her backpack was waterproof and her jacket and trousers were designed for extreme weather. When Maureen returned she prepared herself very quickly.

Maureen led the way with a torch. We left the farmyard and turned into a metalled track that led uphill. Even after a hundred yards I was sweating inside my cagoule and my face was frozen from the sleet.

Half a mile later the track became a narrow footpath. I was stumbling in the girls' wake because my cheap boots were new and weren't broken in. I heard running water ahead. Maureen stopped. When I caught up with them she said:

"Donald. This bridge is slippery. I'll go over first and shine the torch for you. You come next and then Sarah. OK?"

"Yes," I said. Even that one word was an effort. I was out of condition not having walked for a couple of months and that pack was heavy.

Maureen walked carefully across the plank bridge. I could hear the running water but I could barely see it, not because it was a long way below the bridge, it wasn't, but because there was a mist above the stream.

Halfway across, following Maureen's torch, my foot caught on something on the bridge. I raised it but my pack overbalanced me. I fell backwards with a splash into the stream. The water wasn't deep but was running fast. I tried to get up. My cagoule was full of water and my pack was dragging me down. My head went under several times as I struggled to free myself. I thought I was drowning.

In desperation I pulled the scout knife from my belt and slashed through the cagoule several times. Then I could get the pack off. The shredded cagoule vanished downstream. I grabbed the pack and waded carefully to Maureen's side of the stream. I passed the pack up to her and then dragged myself up the bank.

I was soaked through. I had swallowed a lot of stream water. I rolled over with my head hanging over the bank and retched water. When I stood up my legs collapsed under me. I was shivering uncontrollably and disorientated. What happened next I had to rebuild from what Sarah and Maureen told me.

They had dropped their packs and rushed to the stream banks as soon as I fell in. They knew how dangerous a hill stream could be. I vanished under the water and downstream. They found me from the noises I was making as I gasped for breath when my head was above water. They couldn't go into the stream to help me because they are lighter and smaller. In the current they would have been even more as at risk than me.

When Maureen's torchlight picked me out I had just shed my cagoule and pack and was struggling to stand up. She shouted at me to come to her because the bank was lower on her side. I don't remember that. I turned back to collect my pack. She thought the stream had knocked me down again but I calmly passed her the pack saying:

"Take this, please, Maureen,"

She nearly cried with vexation as I started to search for the remains of my cagoule. When I climbed out she thought I was reasonably OK but then I retched out the water. She shouted for Sarah who collected her pack and crossed the bridge. By the time Sarah reached us I tried to stand up and then fell flat. I was as white as a sheet and babbling nonsense. My shivering was frightening.

They had a hurried conversation. They had to get me warm and dry soon. The barn we had been aiming for was too far away. We could have reached it in a quarter of an hour's walk but I couldn't walk and they couldn't carry me that far. What should they do?

Sarah thought of the overhang about fifty yards upstream. It would be sheltered from the wind. If they could make a fire...

They dragged me the fifty yards. Sarah pushed me into the small overhang. It isn't deep enough to be a cave. From front to back is about four feet deep. Side to side it is about ten feet. Sarah made a windbreak with a groundsheet while Maureen collected all three packs and searched for wood.

Sarah knew she had to take my wet clothes off and get me dry. She opened my pack but everything inside was soaking wet. She did find the camping gas cooker and started it until the fire could be built.

Sarah didn't know what to do about my clothing. She asked Maureen for ideas. They couldn't use their dry clothing because none of it would fit me. My sleeping bag was a dripping mess. They stripped me naked, dried me as best they could and tried to put me in Sarah's sleeping bag. I thrashed about too much.

Sarah had an idea. She used old tights to keep her things together in her pack. Originally she had used her own laddered tights but they didn't last long. Her grandmother had given her a pile of leftover tights from the little shop she used to run. Those tights were thicker and enormous which explained why they hadn't sold. Sarah had found them ideal as bags.

Sarah emptied out some of pairs of tights. The two of them stuffed my legs in one leg of the tights. They tied another pair around my waist and then used the ends to tie my hands to my waist. They stuffed my head and torso in the second leg of the first pair of tights. I was still struggling so they tied around my ankles, knees and tied around my body trapping my elbows. I slid easily into the sleeping bag as a nylon-sheathed parcel.

They left me under the shelter of the overhang while they gathered enough wood for a fire to last all night. Because the ground was sodden and any wood lying on it was wet they had to break dead branches off the trees. It took them half an hour to build a reflector fire.

They made the overhang more weatherproof with two groundsheets and prepared some soup and stew. I was still shivering inside Sarah's bag. She took my scout knife and carefully slit through the nylon over my mouth. Propping me against her she fed me soup.

Maureen tried to dry some of my clothes. She had to wring them out before spreading them near the fire. They steamed as the water in them got warmer but it would have taken hours for even one vest to dry. I was still shivering uncontrollably.

"This isn't going to work," said Sarah. "He's still very cold, none of his clothes are dry and we are a long way from anywhere warm. What do we do?"

"Is there room in that sleeping bag with him?" asked Maureen.

"I suppose so. For what?"

"For you. You could get in there with him. You will warm him up and get warm yourself. If you don't you could get cold too and then I'd have two problems, not one."

"But I don't know him that well," Sarah protested. "I wanted to get to know him this weekend. I've never even kissed him."

"Did you want to?"

"Well, yes – I suppose I did. That's different. I would be cuddling his naked body against mine. I didn't expect that."

"If you don't he could die. If you do – you'll know him better. And he isn't naked. He is bundled up in your granny's tights. HE can't do anything. You could, if you wanted to, Sarah. You have an ideal opportunity. You have a man tied up and virtually naked. Some girls would give a lot for the chance you've got. He's only here because you fluttered your eyes at him. He doesn't deserve to die just because he fancied you, does he?"

"Damn you, Maureen. You are making me feel guilty."

"You should be. You wanted to humiliate him and show him how much better we are than he is. He knew that before we started out. You only made him sound like a male chauvinist. He isn't. He's a nice man who likes you."

Sarah stripped to her bra and panties and with Maureen's help she got into the sleeping bag with me. I remember the warmth of her body as she edged her way down mine. She remembers how cold I was.

Maureen zipped up the bag. It was a tight fit and Sarah was as much a prisoner in that bag as I was. She couldn't get at the zip. I soon warmed up enough to stop shivering and drop off to sleep. Sarah's head was on my shoulder and her bra covered breast pressed against my side.

I woke in the morning feeling almost normal. Sarah was still asleep against my shoulder. I was aware of the nylon over my face. I tried to move and found the bonds tying my arms and feet.

"What the..." I started to say.

"Good morning, Donald," said Maureen. "Slept well?"

"Yes. But why am I tied up and why is Sarah in here with me?"

Maureen told me about my soaking last night and the scare they had. Sarah was still asleep as we talked. My clothes were scattered around with some still drying.

"Sarah saved your life. Wasn't that good of her?"

"Yes. I'm grateful to her, and to you, but how do I get out?"

"You don't until she's woken up. She needs her sleep, just as you needed yours. I'm off to get some water for breakfast. I'll be back in a few minutes. Sarah will probably wake up when she smells frying."

Maureen left us. I tried to wriggle. Sarah wriggled back and said "Mmm."

Despite myself I could feel an erection. Sarah's warm soft body was next to mine except for a thin layer of nylon. She wriggled in her sleep and I was in trouble. Her pussy was across my erect tool. I tried to hold it back. I might as well have tried to stop the tide.

Her eyes opened.

"Hello, Donald. How are you?"

"Alive and well, thanks to you, Sarah."

"Good." Her eyes closed again and she moved closer to my insistent erection.

"Sarah?"

Her eyes opened again.

"Could you move a little, please?"

"Why?"

"You are right over..."

"Oh yes. So I am. That's nice."

She pushed her body against mine.

"Sarah!" I was nearly screaming.

"Yes, Donald?"

"Please? I can't hold back if you stay there."

"Can't you? How unfortunate. Does that mean you fancy me?"

"Yes, Sarah. I admit it. I fancy you. I want you. I can't move and if you don't there will be a wet patch between us and you, you might get pregnant." I said this as calmly as I could. I wasn't calm. I was desperate.

"I heard that," said Maureen. "So, Sarah, what are you going to do. You can't tease poor Donald like that. Do you want to get pregnant?"

"There's no chance of that. I'm on the pill and although he hasn't noticed yet I fitted a condom on him last night. Will you pass me his knife please, Maureen?"

"Knife? What for?"

"I need to cut him free."

"OK. Here it is, Sarah."

"Thank you."

Sarah moved down inside the bag. I thought she was going to cut the bonds holding my arms and hands. Instead she pulled at the nylon covering my erection and slashed across it. My eyes opened wide in surprise. Sarah moved up again and pushed the knife out of the sleeping bag. She gave a contented sigh as she pushed herself down on my erection.

"SARAH!" I yelled.

"Shut up and enjoy," she said pressing a hand over my mouth.

I rolled my eyes towards Maureen for help. She grinned at me and walked over to the stove.

Sarah pumped up and down on me. I looked down at her smiling face and lost myself in her. My brain was concentrated inside her. Soon, too soon, I came into her clutching pussy. As I relaxed she removed her hand from my mouth.

"That is my way of saying 'Good Morning, Donald'. Do you like it?"

"Yes, Sarah. Much better than other ways."

"Good. Maureen? Could you let me out now? I'd like some breakfast."

Maureen unzipped the bag to let Sarah out. She made a production of climbing over me, brushing her damp pussy over my mouth. Her panties were in her hand as she stood up. She pulled them up and settled them before getting dressed.

They didn't let me out of the bag. Sarah had fed me breakfast and they checked to see whether my clothes were dry. Sarah said they weren't and climbed back in the bag to ride me again. This time I could control myself. Maureen went to get more firewood while Sarah squealed every time she had an orgasm.

I was getting tired and sore when Sarah smothered my nose and mouth with her panties. That produced the result she wanted.

I got dressed with Sarah's help. I was still weak and wobbly. Was it the soaking and the cold or Sarah that made me feel so exhausted? I don't know.

We packed everything and walked the short distance to the barn that had been our goal last night. The weather stayed dry until shortly after our arrival and then it poured. We stayed in the barn all day. It had a wood burning stove so all my clothes, my sleeping bag, and my backpack were dry before it became dark.

That night Sarah and I shared my sleeping bag. It had more room inside but she and Maureen tied me up with the tights before Sarah got in. This time I consented. I went to sleep sheathed in nylon and Sarah.

The next day we actually did some hill walking in weak watery sunshine. Late afternoon we walked back to the farm where we had left the car. When I dropped Maureen at her flat she came round to the driver's window and gave me a kiss.

"Was accepting our dare worth it?" she asked.

"Yes, Maureen. Thank you."

"Hands off, Maureen," said Sarah from beside me. "He's mine. I saved his life so he isn't getting away from me easily."

"OK. Just remember who helped you. You owe me a favour. I want Brian and I don't think we'll persuade him to take a winter holiday."

Maureen eventually got Brian. That is another story but I'm not telling it now. Sarah has tied me up again.

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