The Great Escape


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Romantic, .

Desc: Sex Story: Jill, born into a family of sport enthusiasts and bullied into participating when she had no interest or skills, decides to escape into the woods while on a camping trip. Lost, wet and extremely tired, she eventually arrives at a clearing and face to face with a man; a naked man.

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2009

Planned escape

Jill Rawlins lay in her sleeping bag listening to the gentle flap-flap of the canvas and going through the events that led her to plan, 'The Great Escape' she called it in her mind. Claire, her younger sister, slept peacefully alongside, blissfully unaware of Jill's plans.

"Why can't they accept that I'm not like them? I take after my Little Nanny on mother's side of the family and not like Grandma. They know by now that I'm not into sports or competitions, nor am I a fitness freak; I'm small for my age and now Claire's fourteen, she's outgrown me, and is a bit of a bully. They know that, but do nothing to stop her. It's not that I don't like camping, I do, and wouldn't mind being here if they'd let me do my own thing, but no, I've to go on the hike over the mountain with them in the morning and they'll keep complaining at my slowness and my stopping to look at plants or insects while they want to make it a race to the top. They've already set targets and time schedules that I'm certain I can't attain and will be the butt of their wrath for the whole holiday. I'm sixteen now, or was a few days ago, and they wouldn't even let me stay at home. If my plan works out, I know there will be an almighty row later, but maybe then they'll realise I how strongly I feel about their authoritarian way of treating me. I know they call me the 'runt of the litter', although they've only said that once in my hearing, and find my wanting to study and read instead of going to the gym or play some sporty game, rather odd, but at least they've begun to accept that, especially when I had such good exam results. Why wouldn't they listen to me when I said that I could look for plants while they were out for the day? Claire, the bitch, even suggested I'd go over to one of the tents with the teenaged boy campers and see what I could find there, and that seemed to clinch my fate. "You are coming with us," Daddy stated to end my arguments, "A good walk will do you good and don't even think about lagging behind." Well, he'll find out how far behind I am and I won't be in any tent with a group of boys. Not that many boys have shown an interest in me so far. My tits have grown in the last few months but they're still not large and being only five feet tall, most still think I'm a little child." Slowly Jill drifted off to sleep.

"Wake up girls, hurry and dress and get to the wash-room, we want to get an early start and get the worst of the climb over while it is still cool." Jackie, their mother, poked her head through the flap of the tent, "Don't even think about dawdling, Jill, your father has had enough of your attitude so far on this holiday, and this is only the first day."

"He shouldn't have forced me to come, or force me to go on hike when you both know it will be hell for everyone."

"Just get out of bed and dress and wash. No arguments," her mother snapped, "Make sure she doesn't delay us Claire."

As slowly as she dared and not risk a slap or a punch from her younger sibling, Jill dressed, picked up the rucksack containing her toiletries and followed the others towards the campsite washroom. Halfway there she stopped and looked in her bag, "I've forgotten my hairbrush," she called out and started back.

"You don't need it..." Jackie began but Jill had already headed back at a trot. The others carried on, unaware that the first part of the 'great escape' had gone to plan.

Back in the tent, Jill stuffed a pre-filled plastic bag with the things she would need for a day trip in the woods, two snack bars, a bottle of water and a packet of biscuits she'd managed to secrete the previous evening, and a few plastic containers and her plant folder, into the rucksack. Quickly she put on her hiking boots without wasting time to lace them properly, she could do that later, and looked around for anything else she needed to take. "I won't need a coat because it is supposed to be sunny all morning and once the others have gone, I can go back to the tent," she told herself as she hurried to the footpath leading into the woods.

"Jill's been gone a long while," Claire remarked to her mother as they showered.

"I was thinking that too, I hope she isn't trying to make us late. We'd better hurry and finish and check on her."

"She's gone?" her father swore a few times, "I thought the bitch was up to something. Any sign of where she might have gone?"

"Her rucksack's not here and her boots are missing so I guess she's hiding in the woods."

"I'll tan her arse when I get hold of her."

"No you won't Bob," Jackie interposed, "That will only get you into serious trouble. Let's have a quick look round and if we can't find her, leave it until we come back. She's knows the paths pretty well and is probably bug hunting or something."

"Her phone's turned off or she's not answering it," Claire added, "Looks like she planned to defy us."

The 'quick look round' took an hour angering her father even more especially as the day warmed up and he knew they'd sweat on the steep climb at the start of the track. Eventually they set off at a fast pace, trying to make up for lost time, all of them wondering how they would deal with Jill when she returned. Bob would have dearly liked to spank her arse good and hard but knew he daren't risk her complaining to the authorities and in any case she was a bit too old for that.


From her experience of camping at the site in previous years, Jill knew many others would soon frequent the main marked path when they'd finished breakfast. "They'll probably search this path first but will probably miss the smaller poorly marked trail that leads off from the main one," she thought as she hurried along. After an hour of not seeing anyone or hearing her father's voice yelling for her, she eased her pace and started to look at the wildlife around her. A combination of fine warm weather, a profusion of plants not found at home, and a freedom from overbearing supervision, led to complacency and distracted her from keeping a check on her bearings. Mid morning, her mind noted that she hadn't seen a marker for a while but the trail, while narrow, still continued on. At the time she believed in her ability to follow it back again, but several times afterwards, in her meanderings to look for plants or insects, she'd turned off that trail and by midday when she sat down for a snack and a drink and looked around, she realised she come too far off the main track and had taken too many side paths, to find her way back. "If I carry on in one direction, sort of northwards from here, I should come to the road that goes around the mountains," she reasoned, "I can get some idea of the direction from the sun and from the moss on the trees." A check of her mobile, unsurprisingly in a valley surrounded by mountains, indicated no signal. She turned it off again.

Unfortunately soon after, black clouds loomed across the sky and obliterated the sun. Rain fell in a noisy, stinging hiss and when she could get a clear view of the sky through the dripping trees, Jill couldn't see any break in it. "It's not going to ease anytime soon so I best keep going," she decided. Already soaked to the skin, Jill stumbled on, cursing herself be being so careless of where she went, that she couldn't find a way back. For her, the only way to go was forward and hope to find another good path or marked trail, but without knowing where she was or would end up, she knew she could be in trouble. The track petered out completely and still she forged on through the undergrowth, occasionally finding and following an animal track which made walking easier even if it didn't go in the right direction. One led to a small river that caused a further detour. Around five in the afternoon, and not having seen any human or sign of human activity, she sheltered under an overhanging rock and ate the last snack bar. "I'm utterly lost and I might die out here," she cried but the tears blended with the rainwater flooding her face, "Shall I sit here or go on?" A shiver decided her. "I'll be warmer walking and maybe I'll find somewhere before dark. In July, it doesn't get dark for another five hours or so but in this gloomy forest, it could be earlier. Weary, depressed and silently crying, she stumbled on, ignoring the squelching in her boots, her aching thigh muscles and the sore blisters on her feet.

An hour later she emerged from the dense forest into a wide clearing and heard sounds that could only be made by a human being, and a man at that. Hearing a few more curses, she pressed on. With a lightening of her mood and hoping she'd at last reached civilisation, she burst into the relatively open space and not twenty yards away stood a young man; a naked young man, a man pulling at a fallen tree that blocked the ditch. Undecided, Jill stood and watched until the man finally cleared the tree and the water flushed through. Only then did he look up and see her. Jill fled. The man easily caught her.

Thirty miles away, and travelling in the opposite direction to Jill, her family were also caught in the rain. Bob cursed, "Those bloody weather men never get it right, this rain wasn't supposed to get here until teatime."

"The weather changes quickly in the mountains dear, as we've found out before."

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