I fell in love with a woman I had known only three days. That happens on the Appalachian trail. Night after night of loneliness, hunger, desperation, and way too much time to think….That’s what happens, if you’re lucky — love happens. And so it happened to me in the Spring of 2004, when I met Lisa, a beautiful woman in her mid thirties. She was tan and sweaty and dressed in canvass hiking garb, with long dark hair pulled back, revealing her brown eyes and chiseled features.
In many ways, she was everything I had been looking for — rough yet soft; smooth, yet strong; free, yet so tamed. One divorce, and the age of forty, left me on this 1,000 miles of barren wilderness.
Yet there was only one thing between me and Lisa—her husband Stan, a tall muscular man with a gray beard who I probably wouldn’t recognize clean- shaven and in a suit and tie. Yet when he caught me staring at her as she climbed over rocks and ridges, and her brown canvass cloth hiked up to just above her thighs, he never seemed to mind. I never got any territorial glares or nasty looks, and each time we bedded down at night, they always invited me to hike with them the next morning.
Sadly, to be perhaps vulgar and blunt, it bothered me terribly she was set up nightly in his tent, and not mine. Yes, they were married, but the jealousy still burned like a hot match. I hadn’t been with a woman in about three months, tried very hard not to masturbate on the trail, and I was horny as hell. Most of the time, at the end of the night, I was simply too exhausted to be thinking of sex. But not Stan. And not Lisa. As I sat there, the third night on the trail together, a slow rain starting to patter my tent, I heard the unmistakable grunts and groans of a couple enjoying each other in the tent a mere 10 feet away. I laid there, staring at the sky, a dark and foreboding sky. And I confess that when I heard his low but stifled grown, I was red with rage. This girl I fell in love with so quickly had just been marked by another man. His penis was inside her, not mine, and when she rolled over to go to sleep, it would be with a belly of his sperm, not mine.
And so it goes.
I couldn’t fall sleep. It seemed like forever, until the dark sky gave way to a starry night, and the sun just started to poke it’s head on the horizon.
When morning arrived, the sun was bright and it had to be at least noon time. I was terribly groggy, and stretched my arms to rub my eyes and suddenly realized I was not alone. I lifted my head, and there on my pillow was Lisa! Her long dark hair was fanned out on my pillow, and she had slipped into my sleeping bag! I started to panic. I was completely naked (is there any other way to sleep?) and I lifted up waiting for Stan to come barging in looking for her and I was dead.
“Will you relax?” she said, rolling over, dropping the sleeping bag to expose her long tan arms and beautiful breasts. Her nipples were relaxed and a soft brown, and she held a hand over her eye as if to block the sun.
“What the hell are you doing here!” I whispered.
“Oh, chill out. Don’t be so uptight.”
“Uptight!! Your husband is going to kill me.”
“My husband isn’t even here! Besides, who the hell do you think sent me in here?”
“Lisa!”
“I’m serious”, she said. “I’m not stupid. I see how you look at me.”
She pushed me back on my pillow, and her warm hand caressed my testicles.
“I know you hear us,” she said. “So just lay back and relax.”
I laid down, and she crawled up between me and started giving me an amazing soft blow job. I hadn’t come in weeks, and I closed my eyes and inhaled as dark black hair fell over my belly, and I felt her tight soft mouth on my cock. She grabbed my balls in her hand and pulled her mouth off, a trail of precum connected to her lip. “When the heck was the last time you emptied these!” she giggled, and resumed. About fifteen seconds later, I tapped her on the shoulder to signal her I was ready, but she never removed her mouth. Instead, she squeezed my testicles gently and resumed her up and down movements. When I ejaculated, I stroked her head, in time with her movements, and she caught all my spasms in her mouth. It was a long orgasm I had, and she was so completely receiving of me. When I was done, she sucked a few more times, and laid her head back on my pillow. I was dumbfounded and could barely move.
“Feel better,” she said, laughing. I remained hard.
“Lets grab some coffe,” she continued. “Have to catch up with Stan.”
“Oh, shit,” I said. How can I hike with him now?”
“Shhh,” she said, holding her finger to her mouth. “It’s no problem. Just our little secret.”
I kissed her. Her mouth tasted and smelled like sperm, but I kissed her.
*****
We hiked all day and caught up with Stan who had gotten off the path to pick up some groceries. We hiked like champs, me following Lisa, and staring at her beautiful body. When we arrived, there was Stan, dressed in his shorts with his backpack and holding a bag of groceries. Lisa ran to him, and hugged him and kissed him. I stayed behind, the fly on the wall. Honestly, when she kissed him I wanted to shriek. Would he taste it? Smell it? But they both seemed happy, and who was I but the third party?
The flies were getting miserable around 5 in the afternoon, and we found a small lake to bed down in. I built a fire, while Lisa prepared dinner and Stan laid down to read a book. He was about ten feet away, and as I was bending over the fire, Lisa snuck me a smile and winked. I smiled back. It was casual, and we all prepared for dinner.
That night found more casual conversation, and two other passing hikers who decided to try and make it a bit further up the road. And when I decided to finally close my eyes, I heard the thumping of sex a mere ten feet away once again, and once again did what I could to quell the jealousy. When he moaned, I plugged y ears and closed my eyes and just tried to get to sleep.
“What the heck are you doing?”
“Huh?” I opened my eyes and Lisa held the flap open, her beautiful figure glowing in the firelight. Her long hair over her shoulders, beautiful long legs, and so free with her nakedness here, in the middle of the woods.
“What?” I said, shielding my eyes from the glare of the fire.
“Get your ass over here.” She closed the tent flaps and ran back to her tent. I pulled my pants up and scooted over there.
She was on her back, her beautiful legs spread. Next to her was Stan, his hairy crotch brushed up against her thigh. A large brown penis laying relaxed against her leg.
“I’m sorry! I said. “I thought you wanted me to—”
“C’mon in”, Stan said. “It’s okay.”
“And take those stupid pj’s off” Lisa laughed. “You want sloppy seconds or not?”
There’s that humor again.
Stan slid over, more visible now. I tried not to look at his equipment, but couldn’t help it. His testicle were large and brown and his cock was shriveled and laying in a patch of dark pubic hair.
When I sat down at the foot of the sleeping bag, she raised her legs and exposed herself. “You know you want it. Go for it.”
I gently climbed on top of her, nervously staring at Stan who just coached his approval. I slid in, and felt the milky fluid he already deposited there and stopped.
“Cut the shit,” Lisa said. “Sorry I didn’t have time to shower.”
I slid all the way in, her pussy so warm and hot from his semen. I started pumping in and out slowly, and Stan bent over and started rubbing her lower tummy concentrating on the line of hair that trailed form her belly button. He rubbed her slowly, preparing her for me, while suckling her breast. I just couldn’t stand it. Stan knew I was getting ready to come, and I felt his hand reach between us and grab my balls. Lisa saw the look of surprise on my face sensing my awkwardness. “Let me help,” she said, and reached her hand down, too, and the two of them caressed my testicles. That was it, and I came like a bastard.
After kissing her deeply, and feeling suddenly awkward that I was balls deep in this woman and just shared an orgasm with her and her husband was but three feet away. I slipped out of her and scurried back to my tent.
What did they do? No idea. I closed my eyes and fell fast asleep.
*****
I’m a late sleeper, I guess. When I awoke, the fire was out, but a coffee pot was still half full. Their tent was gone and I was suddenly left alone in the middle of the wilderness. Stuck to a stick planted near my tent was a note. “Love ya, baby. When you get home look us up.”