Roan High Knob
In September 2002, it was going to be a great week according to the weather
channel. Work was slow so I decided to take a long hike and clear my head. I
drove to Elk Park NC where the local sheriff had agreed to give me a shuttle
ride. I left my car and he drove me to Ervin, Tenn. The A/T crosses the
Nolichucky River there and gives me a nice 5-6 day hike back to Elk Park. The
first couple days were nice, a little rainy, but I made good time. At least
until I met April. She was blonde (of course), 41 and a great, lean body. She
had run in the Charlotte Marathon earlier that year and a triathlon in May. Out
of courtesy, I tried to give her plenty of space but we were moving at about the
same pace. That night we camped at a shelter near Hughes Gap. She stayed in the
shelter and I set up my tent about 20 yards away. It's amazing how being alone
in the woods, a campfire and a beautiful woman can be so seductive. We talked
for hours. She was divorced, one kid in college. Her X sounded like your typical
asshole Doctor. She was trying to "refind" herself. Things were getting very hot
and personal. I was thinking this is not why I had come hiking so I made some
excuses and went on to my tent.
The next morning when I got up she had already left. It was raining so I packed
up and headed off. One hell of a climb up Roan Mtn. It was late afternoon and a
perfect day when I got to the top. I made my way to the Roan High Nob shelter.
It was packed. A bunch of college kids and beer. Not for me. One of the kids
told me "my friend" was in the clearing about ½ mile off the trail. Out of
curiosity I went to see who. Guess who.
April said her feet were blistered and the shelter was full so would I mind if
she shared my camp site. Being the southern gentleman I am, of course I didn't
mind. I fixed her feet (mole skin and duct tape works wonders).We then set up
camp and fixed dinner. She was complaining of a stiff back so (I don't know what
came over me) I started rubbing her neck, then her back. She rolled out her bag
next to the fire and lay down on her stomach, asking if I minded if she took off
her shirt. I was breathing too heavy and my mouth was too dry to answer so I
just nodded. I started at her shoulder blades and worked down to her lower back.
After a few minutes, I slid my hand into her shorts to rub her butt. As I pulled
her shorts off she let out a low moan. I continued down her leg to her feet.
Though she was still covered with the days sweat and dirt, she absolutely glowed
in the dancing light of the fire. Moving up her legs, I slid my hand between her
thighs. The heat and moisture seemed to intensify. She rolled over and slipped
off her underwear. I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough.
I rolled my tongue around and around her nipples while I slid my hand down her
belly and through her hair. April was breathing heavy and arching her back. I
ran my tongue between her breasts to her navel, continuing to her pussy. She
spread wide allowing me full access to her clit. She pulled my legs around and
wrapped her lips around my dick. We rolled over as one. She was now on top
working me hard. How long this lasted, I am not sure. My jaw and tongue were
sore and aching. I was short of breath as she forced herself on my face. Then
suddenly she pulled off. I took a deep breath. As she rolled off, the dying fire
cast deep shadows across her upper body. Her chest was a combination of dark
shadows and slick skin shinning in yellow, red and white reflections from the
fire. My cum appeared iridescent in the dark on her lips and cheeks. She reared
back like some feral beast and then straddled me, sliding my recovering dick
into her pussy. She pounded me for what seemed like hours.
When and how it ended, I'm not sure. I remember lying in the tent trying to
sleep, but my heart still racing. I was afraid she would be gone again the next
morning.
When I woke, April was fixing coffee, bagels and packing. Nothing was said. I
packed and started cleaning up the camp site. For small talk, I started talking
about the days hike and where we may camp that evening. She said she was sorry,
but she had to catch her ride at Carver's Gap at 11:00am. We left camp around
10. The hike down was an uneventful if not quiet slog on a series of wet
gravelly switchbacks. As we approached Carver's Gap, it was steep with heavy
vegetation.
She turned, gave me a kiss and asked me to stay there for 10 or so minutes.
While it sounded odd, I wasn't surprised. I moved to the edge of the woods for a
better view. April was met by 2 kids, maybe 8 & 12, jumping out of a Suburban.
Next came a man, maybe 45, short, overweight, balding with glasses. They
exchanged kisses, loaded her gear and left.
I came out of the woods and sat on a picnic table, wondering what had just
happened. I didn't even know her last name.
