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Backpacking In the Wilderness part 1 of 3

Backpacking In the Wilderness part 1 of 3

Backpacking doesn't really strike one, at first glance, as a sensuous sport, but it is to me. I love walking, and to me, energy is life, and challenging my body in the wilderness is a sensual, consuming experience. The clean air of the country, the slightly sweet odor of decay in the woods on a warm afternoon, the stinging shock of a plunge into an icy stream or lake - these exhilarate the senses and leave me feeling wonderfully vigorous and alert.

Another inseparable part of being in the wilderness, for me, is sexuality. I always get horny when I am in the wild. I think the wild brings out the primal instincts in me and the animal urges are even stronger than usual. I often find the need to stop and masturbate. I love the feeling of freedom as I strip naked in a clearing and Jacking, off right there in the open sunlight feeling my, cum shoot out into the clear, fresh air.

It was while I was hiking near the Kekekabic Trail in the arrowhead of
Minnesota that I met a girl aptly named for the huntress of the woods, and perfectly attuned to my own preoccupations.

I was four days out on a ten-day trip and hadn't seen another hiker in forty-eight hours. I was off the Kekekabic now, on a trail called the Tamarac Trail, moving through country seldom used except by committed and serious wilderness-seekers. Therefore, I was mildly surprised to find someone making for the same high pass I was heading for, but when a look through the binoculars revealed that it was a woman, I was intrigued.

She was an hour ahead of me and 300 feet higher, but even at that distance there was no mistaking her sex, and I could make out long blonde hair and strong legs pumping smoothly beneath tan shorts.

But much more remarkable than a solitary female hiker in this remote area was that it looked very much as if she were hiking without anything on above the waist - except, of course, for the pack on her back. It seemed odd that she would risk meeting someone bare-breasted on the trail, but I suppose she might have time to slip on a shirt and avoid embarrassment if she saw another hiker approaching -- and there was little chance of meeting anyone I this area anyway. She must be a bit of an exhibitionist, too. I like that.

I knew then that I'd like to meet her. I eagerly started up the trail, admittedly motivated by my sexual arousal. I soon lost sight of her and became absorbed in the climb through the thin fresh air.

My thoughts were never too far from this fascinating woman ahead of me, though - her bare glistening tits and that trim, wonderful body that I saw in the binoculars. I bet the sweat is running down between her breasts and maybe dripping off her nipples like milk for a baby. I wish I could lick the sweat from her body and suck on her nipples.

Two hours later I was over the pass, descending to Hatchet Lake, where I knew there was a beautiful campsite. I had completely lost track of my mysterious hiking companion, though I hadn't stopped thinking about her. On the contrary, I had reviewed several delicious fantasies regarding what she was like, how big and how tan her breasts were, and whether she felt the same erotic surge I felt when I pushed my body near its limits in this very isolated wilderness.

I saw her campfire smoke before I saw her; it was curling up from the only good campsite on the lake. Though I respect another hiker's privacy, the overgrown trail that we were on went in that direction, so I could hardly avoid passing close by.

I was reluctant to barge in on her privacy, but too excited not to. I am not good at "the chase game" so I would be very matter of fact about our meeting. She had no idea that I was lusting after her like a teenager in a whorehouse.

Her cheerful "Hi there!" startled me and she quickly introduced herself as "EVE". I hadn't heard a voice in two days, and her feminine softness sounded incongruous to me among the twisted pines and huge boulders. I felt like I was in a dream.

She sounded nice and seemed very pleasant. I wish I could drop to my knees and press my face to her crotch, but I knew I would have to keep up the proper decorum and be respectfully polite. There is no way anything was going to happen between us. If I gave the slightest hint that I was interested in her on a personal level, I was sure she'd get all uptight and nervous -- maybe even mad. I wished girls had the same animal desires that we men do.

That would make things so pleasant and easy. At this point we would just decide if we liked each other. If we were compatible, we would just take off our clothes and make love. We could keep each other company on the hike and keep each other warm tonight in the same sleeping bag. But that is not the way things are in reality.

I said "HI", and introduced myself as "BART" and said, "I saw you hiking earlier on the other side of the pass...."

Eve interrupted, "I know", and smiled.... "I saw you watching through your binoculars” and nodded toward the glasses still suspended on my chest....

So, she knew I was watching her! I just pretended that she was too far away for me to see that she wasn't wearing a shirt. I just acted like everything was very normal.

She was now wearing a half T-shirt, which exposed her flat stomach and her trim waist. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her full breasts lifted the fabric away from her ribs, and her dark areolas shaded the thin, damp material. The nipples, though not fully erect, made enticing bumps at the end of the large swells in her T-shirt.

Her tits were even larger than I had hoped! She was so beautiful she made me ache for her. I wanted to fondle her breasts so bad I couldn't concentrate. I felt like I was drugged. If only she knew how badly I wanted her and how wonderful a lover I would be for you. I know I would make her happy if she would just let me -- and let me know what pleases her. I would do anything to please her.

I wanted to admit that I noticed through the binoculars that she had not been wearing a shirt. I thought to myself how I had been staring at her as if I hadn't seen a woman in months and had developed a raging hard-on when I realized that she had no shirt on, but I managed to respond to her statement by ignoring it and saying, "It looks as if you've taken my favorite campsite!"

Eve said (still grinning), that she was sorry about that, and that I could find lots of places to pitch a tent on the other side of the lake. She could tell that my heart sank, and added that if I wanted to, she had no objection to my sharing this one with her.

Yeah, I knew I could find another site across the lake. That would have been the proper thing to do. That's what I always did -- the proper thing. I wished that someday I could figure out how to let a woman know that I was attracted to her and get things to work out, so I didn't have to always do the proper thing. Oh well! But wait! She said I could share this one! No. Yes! She did! Maybe she wanted something to happen between us. Maybe she wanted me like I wanted her! No, she was just being polite. Most girls would insist that

I stay over on the other side, but this Eve was different.

She was more self-confident. She seemed to know she was in charge and didn't have to be afraid of me. Somehow, she had already figured out that I would never hurt her or do anything she didn't want. I wondered if she could tell even further that I would do anything for her if only she would allow me to be close to her. She could see how anxious I was to talk to her. I hoped she didn't notice that I could hardly keep my eyes from staring at her tits beneath that cut-off, and that my dick was getting so hard I could hardly stand up straight. I was sure she wasn't wearing a bra. Was she trying to drive me crazy?

I wanted to stay and said so. Already my heart had climbed back into my throat. She was beautiful; about thirty-four, three years younger than me, superbly fit and well-tanned but there was also something electrically glamorous about her, and glamour is hard to come by in the wilderness. Even in those clunky boots and that ragged T-shirt, she looked like she had stepped out of the pages of a sexy fashion magazine.

She was going to let me stay there with her! I felt like jumping for joy and shouting, but I had to be cool. I couldn't let her know how excited I was.

Besides, she was probably just being practical. She was so wonderfully beautiful! She would never want anything intimate to do with me. She looked like a Golden Goddess! Her sexy body was driving me nuts! I wanted her so badly I wished I could taste her. I would lick her fantastic legs from her feet all the way up to her pussy. I bet her pussy was hot and fragrant after hiking all day -- just the way I like it! I would love to give her whole body a sponge bath with my tongue. The pungent taste of her cunt would make me so hot I would probably cum just from licking her

Yet the outdoors was written all over her. Her hair blew about her gorgeous face, and she wore that glow of health only strenuous exercise in the open air can produce. Her legs were shapely and strong. She had hazel-green eyes, a sensuous mouth, and a wonderful curvaceous body. I longed to press my lips to hers, to touch her body and to feel her hands on my flesh.

I dismissed those thoughts as I shrugged off my pack and began unloading my gear. We talked about all the things hikers talk about - the trail, the weather, the hills.

Both because my thoughts were driving me crazy and because I knew they would never really happen I drove them away and got back to reality. We talked about normal stuff, and she seemed like a very interesting person. We cooked together over the fire and ate cross-legged on the ground. It was a remarkable situation. In all the moving about, doing chores and cooking, it was as if our movements around the fire were choreographed, like a well-rehearsed and intimate ballet. But she was so beautiful that I could not keep my mind on normal things.

The working together, cooking and eating together was very nice. It was a form of intimacy and it made me desirous of more. I had truly enjoyed the last couple of hours together. I wanted to finish the evening off by crawling into the sleeping bag together and making love. When we first met, I wanted her sexually, like an animal. Now, I still wanted her that way, but I know now what automatically attracted me to her. I appreciated her knowledge and her skills. I respected her for being out here alone. I felt warm and tender towards her. Now, we would be "making Love", not just having "Sex".

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