A Maiden in Distress

As the sun rose over distant mountains, Erik walked purposefully along the plotted line on his map. From time to time, he consulted his compass to check the direction and marked his exact position hourly using his GPS. The sky was bright with just a few clouds, blown by the westerly wind off the ocean. Erik was tall, at six feet four inches, and broad-shouldered. He had striking blonde hair and a tidy beard. His work as a university lecturer gave him long summer vacations, and he enjoyed nothing better than hiking in the most inhospitable places.

His backpack contained everything that experience had taught him to carry. He wore thick hiking socks and comfortable stout boots. This morning, the only sounds he heard were the rushing of the wind and screeching from a pair of birds of prey hovering and gliding high in the updrafts from a nearby escarpment. There was no traffic noise here, ten miles from the nearest road. The ground was fairly barren and close-cropped due to sheep grazing. Old drystone walls marked where shepherds had herded and penned their flocks.

Erik enjoyed the solitude and being at one with the elements. At the end of a tricky climb up a rock-strewn hill, he paused for refreshment, and as he sipped his sweet coffee, he looked around him. There were dark clouds on the western horizon, and he consulted his map in case he needed to make a contingency plan and seek shelter. Soon he was on his way again, heading East, and it was not until midday that he looked behind him to view the route he'd just taken. The dark clouds were now threatening, and the wind was increasing in strength. He consulted his map and reckoned that if he changed course, he would find an old shepherd's bothy, which would hopefully give him some basic shelter. He decided to make the five-mile detour and set off.

Somewhere in the distance, Erik thought he could see something moving. At first, he thought it might be a solitary male deer, but as he got closer, he could see the occasional flash of yellow, bobbing between rocky outcrops. His curiosity led him off course slightly, and he homed in. Soon, he could make out another person scrambling around ahead of him. Erik called out, and eventually the other hiker turned and waved. He was surprised to find that his new companion was a middle-aged lady. She looked relieved when he came up to her.

" Oh, thank goodness." She said. " I'm hopelessly lost. Somehow, I fell behind the others and tried to cut across our route to meet up with them again, but they must have gone in another direction."

" Where were you headed for?" Enquired Erik.

" Crofton Dale Hostel."

" That's nearly thirty miles away!" Exclaimed Erik. " You must have gone badly off the path. There's no chance of making it there before nightfall, especially with the weather closing in. There's going to be quite a storm."

"Oh dear," said the lady. "I don't know what to do."

" I'm heading for a bothy near here. There's no guarantee it's still got a roof and can provide shelter. Come with me, I have a map."

"Oh, I'm so grateful. By the way, I'm Anne."

"I'm Erik."

After consulting his GPS, he led the way across the rough terrain. Anne struggled to keep up, and he slowed his pace. At one point, she slipped badly and hurt her leg. He helped her up, and soon they saw the silhouette of a small, low building ahead. They were almost at the bothy when there was a sudden flash of lightning followed by thunder. The sky darkened, and heavy rain started to fall. Before they could put on waterproofs, they were both soaked. They ran to the shelter, and as they pushed the small door open, an unidentifiable animal dashed out.

The inside of the small building was surprisingly dry, and on opening a creaking shutter, some light illuminated the interior. There was a pile of wood along one wall beside a simple fireplace. Two low beds and a wooden drying rack were the only furniture.

Anne stood there looking helpless, but Erik got to work and began lighting some kindling in the fireplace, then he carefully built a loose pyramid of logs over the crackling fire. Soon, the larger pieces of wood were in flames, and the room began to warm up. Erik placed the rack in front of the fireplace and started peeling off his wet clothes.

"Take off all your wet things, Anne, before you get chilled or hypothermic." His thick sweater was first off, then his shirt and vest. He quickly took off his boots and socks, then his trousers. He wrung them out on the earthen floor before hanging them to dry. The rain was thumping hard on the old steel roof as the thunderstorm continued.

Anne hesitated, but as she was starting to shiver, she began to strip off. Erik came over and helped her wring out her clothes, which he added to the rack. She needed help pulling off her boots, which is when she first noticed Erik's nakedness, as her eyes adjusted to the gentle firelight. She discovered that her underwear was wet through too, and, casting modesty aside, took off her bra and knickers. Erk, meanwhile, had pulled a bed across the front of the fireplace and was sitting to one side. Anne put her wet underwear on the drying rack and joined him.

"Well," she giggled, "I've never stripped naked like this on a first date before."

Erik laughed too. " Never been my experience either. Not that I've never tried."

"How old are you, Erik?"

"Twenty-seven, last week. I won't ask you," he said, glancing at her slim figure.

" That's very gallant of you, Erik. Let's say I'm forty."

" That surprises me, Anne. I estimated you were much younger." As he warmed up and his eyes accommodated to the light, he looked more closely at her. Her gaze was turned away, and he took in the swell of her breasts and flat belly. Thick tufts of dark hair guarded her pussy.

" Are you married?"

" Yes, to a man called Danny. He's actually fifteen years older than me and stayed at home, looking after his blasted dogs."

" I take it you're not a dog lover."

"No, not really. They're nice enough, though." She was beginning to relax now, and in the firelight, she saw the outline of Erik. She took in his athletic build and couldn't help staring at his cock, which hung limply between his thighs. She mused that it had been a long time since she'd seen a young man's cock, Erik had been daydreaming and staring into the dancing flames and glanced over to Anne. She didn't notice as she was staring at him lower down.

"Are you checking me out, Anne?" She looked up, startled. Then grinned at him.

" I guess I was Erik. Yes, I was admiring your physique."

" Do I pass muster?"

"You certainly do, Erik. You certainly do." Anne shifted herself along the side of the bed and reached out and started stroking Erik's cock.

" I owe you a big thank you for rescuing me." She dribbled some saliva onto her hand and proceeded to encircle his shaft and slowly wanked him. She leaned in closer, and as her breasts touched his chest, their lips hungrily met. Anne's tongue pushed its way into his mouth, and as he held her in his strong arms, she increased the speed of her hand on his cock. He quickly stiffened, and she felt his moans vibrating in her mouth. She felt her cunt become wet as his breathing became rapid. With a load groan, he shot his load into her hand.

" Mmm, I didn't expect to cum so quickly. Sorry about the mess."

Anne smiled gently. "That's OK, you must've needed that. You do realise I don't normally give strangers a hand job."

"No? I thought you must do that all the time," Replied Erik with a cheeky grin on his face. Anne gave him a playful push, but Erik grabbed her and pulled her body close to him again, and they fell into a passionate embrace. As they hungrily kissed, Anne felt his still-hard cock pressing into her.

Erik got up and took the two narrow mattresses off the beds and laid them side by side in front of the glowing fire. He then got out his sleeping bag and completely unzipped it, and spread it out to cover the mattresses. He nodded to the older woman to lie on the makeshift bed. Wet, with anticipation, Anne lay on her back and drew up her knees. Erik knelt between her legs and, after a glance up at Anne, lowered his head until his lips were on her hairy pussy.

With rain still beating down on the roof and wind rushing through the darkness outside, Erik applied his lips to Anne's meaty vulva. She had a pleasant salty taste, and soon his bristly beard was mixing with her neat pussy beard, and his tongue began exploring deeper. Anne directed him to go more to her left, and his tongue quickly located her hard clitoral nub. As his tongue flicked her clit, she opened her legs wider, and Erik sensed her response from her gentle moaning. As her moans of appreciation became louder, Erik grasped her soft, white thighs so that he could exert more pressure over her pussy as his tongue worked harder.

Anne started to groan and steadied her lover's head with her hands as she started roughly thrusting herself into his face. Her body shook and she started yelling:

" Ooooh! FUCK FUCK FUCK fuck fuck fuck OH MY GOD!"

Anne's body shook as her orgasm took over and flooded her senses with pleasure. She quickly pushed Erik's head away and replaced it with her own hand, and proceeded to stroke herself. Erik looked on in amazement as she quickly achieved another orgasm before letting herself relax. Erik lay down beside her.

Basking in the warmth of the fire, they slept contentedly for over an hour. Erik woke to the sound of wind and rain punctuated by rumbling thunder. The fire was dying, and he got up to add more wood. His movements disturbed Anne, who got up herself and disappeared across the room into a dark corner where she noisily relieved herself in the bucket. When she returned, Erik did likewise. He attended to the fire and returned to their mattress. He lay on his back with his hands supporting the back of his head. Anne lay on her side with her body touching his.

"Tell me, Erik," she said, in a matter-of-fact voice, "who was the oldest woman you ever had sex with?"

"I think she was around 28, but I'm not sure."

"I'm nearly twice that," said Anne, forgetting her previous conversation.

"I thought you said you were forty."

"Did I? I wasn't sure how you'd feel."

"I think you do know now, Anne."

Anne rolled half over him and kissed him gently on the side of his neck, before fully straddling him. She lay close and caressed his body with hers, releasing an animal aroma from their unwashed skin which mixed with the woodsmoke in the air. The flickering orange and yellow light from the fire enhanced her womanhood as she reared up and guided Erik into her wet entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself until he was fully inside her. She didn't move, but Erik felt her tightening and relaxing her inner muscles, which encircled his hardness. He was mesmerised by the sheer erotic sensation, which was unlike anything any woman before Anne had done to him.

Still gripping his cock, Anne started to gently grind against his pubic bone. Erik felt a slow leak of fluid trickling over his scrotum as Anne gathered speed.

She began to alternate heavy grinding with sliding herself up and down his shaft.

"Fuck me hard, Erik!"

Erik gripped her slim waist and thrust himself upwards. He was strong, and soon she was bouncing on him as he grunted with his effort. He felt her cunt grip him tightly as her orgasm took over. Her head and body arched backwards, and she shook violently. Erik continued fucking her, and as she collapsed over him with her tousled, damp hair resting on his cheek, he felt a huge surge of gratifying pleasure sweep through every part of him as his own orgasm took over. He sensed his cock swelling as he pumped a huge jet of cum deep inside Anne. She lay on top of him, with his cock still inside her, until his breathing settled.

Erik broke the silence. "Wow!" he said. "That was fantastic."

" By 'that', I presume you meant that I was fantastic?"

" Yes, Anne," he said. "Of course I meant that. You're the most fantastic woman I've ever met."

"You really mean the most fantastic woman you've ever fucked, don't you?"

" Well, I wasn't going to use those words exactly, but yes, Anne. That was the best fuck I've ever had."

"It was good for me too," said Anne, then continued: "It's wonderful to have a virile young man attend to my needs again." She ran her hands slowly over the bulging muscles of Erik's shoulders and chest and smiled her approval.

Anne gradually disengaged from him and lazily walked over to the bucket. This time Erik watched her squat and admired the curves of her back, buttocks, and thighs as she arched and flexed her muscles to steady herself while her urine gushed out with a hiss. He then realised that he could see her more clearly because there was more light in their little hideaway.

" The sun must be coming up," he announced as he went over to open the door to see outside. A bright shaft of light lit up the room, and Anne admired Erik's fine physique as he stood naked in the doorway. She wrapped herself around his warm back.

"Do you think anyone will be looking for us?"

"I expect your companions will have alerted the mountain rescue team," said Erik. "We'd better get dressed in case they come looking. They might check these bothies first." He turned to come back inside and was facing Anne. She looked up at him with her eyes still dark and filled with longing. Erik leaned down to kiss her. She kissed him hungrily and reached down to stroke his limp cock. Erik let her touch him for a few moments, then quietly said, "We'd better get dressed, darling." He took her hand and they went inside.

Erik was tightening his belt when he heard a droning noise which gradually got louder. He went outside and scanned the sky.

" It's a helicopter! They must be looking for us. Come and have a look." Anne joined him, and as the aircraft got closer, they both started waving. Slowly, the chopper descended and started circling them as the pilot looked for a landing place, but the ground was unsuitable due to the rocky slope. A wire was lowered from the craft at the end of which was a walkie-talkie. Erik unhooked it and waved to the crew above. As the wire was pulled up, the device crackled:

" Are you both okay?" A voice enquired.

Erik pressed the side button and spoke: "Yes, we're both ok."

"Please identify yourselves," crackled the voice.

He asked Anne, "What's your surname, Anne?"

"Browning."

" I'm Erik Anderson, and the lady is Anne Browning," Erik told the unseen questioner.

" Understood. We're too low on fuel to stay and winch you up, but the overland team knows you're here and is on its way now. Stay on channel 16, and they'll contact you when they're near. Good luck." The helicopter rose a few feet, and a small bag was lowered to them. Erik unhooked it, and an instant later, the pilot performed an ascending turn and headed off noisily towards the distance.

They opened the bag and were thankful for fresh water and some packs of emergency rations. They sat side by side on a stone bench by the door and breakfasted with the morning sun on their faces.

Anne was wondering how long their rescuers would be when the walkie-talkie crackled: "Mountain rescue calling. Please acknowledge."

Erik pressed send. " Can hear you, but very faint. What is your ETA?"

" About one hour."

" Understood, one hour." The device was then silent.

Anne looked at Erik wistfully. " We've just one more hour, together."

Erik pursed his lips. "Indeed. We'd better tidy our things." He got up abruptly and entered the bothy. First, he gathered up the sleeping bag, then placed the mattresses back on the beds and pushed them up against the walls. Next, he raked the ashes, and while a few glowing embers remained, he packed away his sleeping bag and the dry clothes he didn't need. There was a metal ashtray in the fireplace, which he took outside and added to the small ash pile behind the bothy. Anne had remained outside, and when Erik had finished his few chores, he joined her.

She looked at him with red eyes. "I can't believe what we did last night. It was so wonderful." Erik said nothing, but laid a firm hand on her as she lay her head on his shoulder. She shook as she wept. "Can I see you again, Erik?"

"Maybe, one day, Anne." He was interrupted by a staccato voice from the walkie-talkie:

"Mountain Rescue calling. ETA 5 minutes." Crackle then silence.

Erik looked kindly into Anne's eyes. "You're a beautiful woman, Anne. I enjoyed our brief time together, too, but you should be with the man who loves you." He kissed her one more time, but this time they were interrupted by the sound of a labouring engine as the Mountain Rescue 4x4 approached over a small hillock.

The first person out of the vehicle was a woman of around Anne's age. She bounded across. "Anne, darling! Are you ok? We were all so worried."

"Yes," replied Anne. "Erik rescued me, " and she gestured towards the young man who'd been her overnight lover. "He's been a perfect gentleman."

"Let's get your things, then," said her friend and proceeded to go into the bothy. She picked up Anne's small backpack, then noticed the drying rack. Anne's underwear was still hanging there.

"A perfect gentleman? " She said with a knowing smile.

"Yes, darling. He was perfect."