Oh, PUH-LEEZE! Did she just say that? Did a twenty-first century professor of literature and composition assign an essay on 'My Summer Vacation' to her class of twenty-first century students? I believe the last time I was given this assignment was in the forth grade.
Professor Hixon continued, "You can make it as long or as short as you want as long as it's at least a thousand words. You can use as much slang, idiom and dialogue as you want. This essay will be graded on originality and its ability to hold the interest of the reader. Are there any questions?"
I held up my hand.
"Does it have to be true or can we create something?"
"Well, I'd like it to have at least an element of truth in it but you're free to spice it up in the interest of interest. I don't intend to challenge your honesty but try not to get too carried away. Are there any other questions? No? OK, see you next week."
I was still grumbling to myself as I walked across campus to my dorm room. This is about the dumbest thing I've ever heard. 'Spice it up' she says. Well, I'll give her some spice.
I'd like to have given her something else; my hard dick! Janet Hixon was a knock-out; tall and willowy, raven hair falling half way down her back and a body good for hours of fantasizing. I had signed up for this comp class just to be able to sit and admire her beauty for three hours a week. Oh well, life's full of trade-offs. A stupid essay for the privilege of ogling Janet Hixon's ass isn't too bad a swap I guess.
I had to think about what to write for a couple of days. The only real break in an otherwise somewhat boring summer was the weeklong camping trip in the Wheeler wilderness area in southern Colorado. The scenery there is fantastic and, from time to time, I crave the sense of solitude you can only get in the deep forests. As much as I enjoyed the trip, there weren't a whole hell of a lot of exciting things to write about. I didn't wrestle any grizzlies or anything. I just took my time enjoying the view and filling up the memory card in my camera with pix.
But there was an idea beginning to form in my devious little mind. The more I thought about it, the more compelled I was to carry it out. It would probably get me into a world of shit, but I couldn't resist. Oh, the confidence of youth! I sat down in front of my computer with a mug of tea, took a deep breath and waded in:
My Summer Vacation
By: Sean O'Reilly
I love the outdoors. Exploring back trails in the deep woods is just about my favorite pastime and I seldom pass up an opportunity to indulge it. Last summer it was in a southern Colorado wilderness area. I knew I might run across one or two people like myself but mostly I'd be alone with the pristine mountains and my thoughts.
I spent a day getting my gear together before driving up to an old abandoned sawmill at the end of a dirt trail that wasn't much more than a cow path. That was as far as I could go in my old second-hand Land Cruiser. From then on, I was on foot. You might try it on an ATV but I think you'll wish you hadn't.
If you're not an outdoors person, I don't think you can appreciate the sense of exhilaration and freedom that comes from looking back and seeing no signs of civilization; no highways, no McDonalds, no eye-stinging pollution. By the end of the day, my camp would be about eight miles up the mountain. My only concessions to technology were my cell phone, my e-book and a solar charger taped to the top of my backpack. So sue me!
I pitched my tent a few yards from the rock formations that gave the place its name, Wheeler Geologic Area. I built a little fire pit and started to heat water for some bland but filling dehydrated food. If I was lucky I might snag a couple of brook trout from the little stream that ran through the clearing. I've never once suffered pizza and beer withdrawal symptoms on a camping trip.
Just as I leaned back against my pack to relax and sip some soup, I heard first a 'Whoa!', then 'Ouch!', and ending with 'Oh, fuck!' coming from the rock formations behind me. I set my soup down and trotted up the path into the rocks. Around a tight bend I found a woman sitting on her butt and rubbing her ankle.
"Are you OK, Miss?"
"No, I'm not OK if you must know!" She appeared to be in pain or pissed or both. Probably both. But then her expression softened a little and she managed a friendly smile. "I'm sorry I snapped at you. It just makes me angry when I do dumb things. I was climbing up that rock to get a better view when I got over-balanced and started to fall backwards, so I turned and jumped. I guess I came down with my ankle turned under. I'm pretty sure I've got at least a bad strain if not a sprain and here I am at least day's hike from anywhere."
"I'll be happy to look at if you'd like. I'm no doctor but I used to be a trainer for our football team and I've taken an EMT course. At least I know how to wrap it if it comes to that."
"Then you know more than I do. Thanks for offering."
I kneeled down to unlace her boot. She winced and sucked air through her teeth as I pulled it off followed by her heavy wool sock. The ankle was already beginning to swell so I was pretty sure she had at least a sprain. I looked at her and shook my head. "It needs ice but, unless you have some in your back pocket, we're out of luck. You're not going to be able to walk on this."
"Shit!" Tears of frustration were welling up in her beautiful brown eyes. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
"First we need to wrap it. Wait here, I'll be right back." I had forgotten about the instant cold-pack in my first aid kit. I brought that and a three-inch Ace bandage. After the ankle was properly wrapped, I helped her slide her wool sock on over it with the cold-pack tucked inside.
I stood up and looked around. "Is your camp close by?"
"Down to the end of the path and turn left."
"I guess we're neighbors. I just set up around to the right in the clearing."
"Yeah, I thought I heard something."
I helped her up onto her good foot and put my arm around her waist and her arm over my shoulder. We managed to get to the bottom of the path before she had to sit down. "This pain is getting pretty bad. I don't suppose you have any aspirin or Tylenol, do you?"
"In fact, I do. Do you think you can make it another few yards or would you like me to carry you?"
"I can make it."
We hobbled to my camp and got her settle on a blanket with her foot elevated. I gave her two industrial strength painkillers and some water.
"If you want, I've got a flask of brandy in my pack and some water heated up for coffee."
She smiled and nodded her head.
I poured a couple of ounces in a cup and added instant coffee and water. I asked her name as I handed her the cup.
"Jane. Jane Dixon. And yours?"
"Sean O'Reilly. Nice to meet you Jane. Sorry it wasn't under more pleasant circumstances. You know, that ankle is going to restrict your movement quite a bit. Why don't I move your camp over here next to mine?"
"I guess that would be a lot more convenient but I hate to put you through so much trouble."
"Not a problem. Just relax and I'll go get your stuff."
As I busied myself getting her tent set up next to mine, I kept stealing glances at her. She really was an attractive woman; almost as tall as I am, raven hair cascading halfway down her back and a body that invited lust. I almost asked her what she was doing out alone in the wilderness but caught myself before I wound up looking like a complete idiot. How sexist would that have been?
After a couple more laced coffees and two more pain pills, the throbbing must have eased up because she was looking a lot more relaxed. We spent the rest of the afternoon trading stories about our lives and our plans for the future. Turns out she's a professor of literature and composition at the same university I attend. Fancy that! The sun was warm and pleasant and during a lull in the conversation, she drifted off to sleep. She looked so sweet and innocent I just wanted to hug her. I didn't, though.
Maybe two hours later, I shook her shoulder gently to wake her up. "Hey, Jane, supper's ready. We've got chicken soup with dumplings, rehydrated, of course. Are you hungry?"
Looking up with sleepy eyes, she said, "Well, aren't you sweet. I'm starved enough to try it without the water. Help me up?" With me supporting her she hopped over to a big rock and sat.
"That brandy must have really done a job on me. How long was I asleep?"
"A couple of hours, I guess. How's your ankle?"
"Pretty sore but I'll live. The question is how do I get myself back to civilization?"
"I've been thinking about that and I've come up with a few options. I've already tried my cell phone and there's no signal here so that's out. We can rig up a crutch for you but the terrain is too rugged to make any time on the trail. I think our best plan is to sit tight. Since today is Friday, I'm thinking sooner or later other campers are going to come along. I figure we can ask one of them to notify the Forestry Service and they can either chopper you out or send up a crew to carry you down in a stokes stretcher. What do you think?"
"Damn, Sean. I'd be embarrassed to be so much trouble. How long do you think it'll be before I can walk on this ankle?"
"You shouldn't even consider walking on it until it's been x-rayed. We don't know how bad the damage is; it could be sprained or broken or both. If the swelling has gone down and there's not much pain in the morning, we could try walking out. Do you need to be someplace soon?"
"No, I'm only four days into a month vacation so I'm in no rush, but I don't want to be messing up your schedule."
"Not a problem because don't have a schedule. I'm just out here to get away from it all and you seem like a nice person to get away from it all with. You can count on me for the duration."
"That puts my mind at ease. Why don't we give it a day or two then, if it's not too much trouble."
"We'll be fine. We've got plenty of food and I know there are brookies in that stream over there."
She sighed and smiled up at me, "I can't believe how lucky I am that you happened to be nearby."
Pulling the collapsible canvas bucket out of my pack, I said, "I'm going to go wash some of the day's smell off me. Yell if you need anything."
"I need something," she yelled and laughed. "I hate being such a pest but I really need to pee."
"Oh, sure, I should have thought of that. There's a good spot over there behind the rock. I'll dig a latrine in the trees later." After she took care of business and we got her settled again, I started for the stream to get cleaned up.
"Want me to bring you some water for washing up?"
"Yes, that'd be great! You can do my back." She was kidding, of course but it was a pleasant thought anyhow.
I'll never get used to washing in icy water but it's either that or stink. When I got back, she had managed to strip down to a T-shirt and shorts generating fantasies of intimacy, especially when I saw by the two little protrusions on the front of her T-shirt she wasn't wearing a bra; and that she didn't need one.
Looking for any opportunity to ingratiate myself to her, I offered to warm part of the water in a pan on the fire. She gladly accepted but protested that I was spoiling her. It only took a few minutes and earned me a little kiss on the cheek when I set the pan down in front of her. Aside from meeting her, that was the high point of my day.
"I'll take a walk while you wash up." I headed into the wooded area with my axe looking for a particular size and shape of tree to make a crutch. I found exactly the one I wanted, a small aspen that branched in exactly the right places. I cut it down and trimmed it before heading back. When I was maybe twenty yards from the edge of the wood, I could see through the trees that Jane was still washing herself. She had taken her T-shirt off exposing her absolutely awesome breasts. I couldn't help myself; I just sat down and watched. After she was done, I gave myself a couple of minutes to let my woody deflate and noisily tromped through some brush so she'd know I was coming.
"I'm going to make you a crutch so you can be a little more mobile."
"Oh," she pouted, "I was so enjoying using you as a crutch. Just kidding! I'm not sure I've ever met a real live Good Samaritan before. Well, as long as I'm taking advantage of your kindness, do you have any of that brandy left? I got a chill from washing."
"You bet. Should I heat up some water for more coffee or would you prefer it strait?"
"Strait would be fine," she said holding out her cup. "And just a little bit. You must be thinking I'm a real booze hound."
"Not at all. Actually I was thinking you're a real fox." My brash nature must have gotten the best of me for a moment. "Oops! Sorry, that might have been a little too forward of me."
She laughed. "I gratefully accept the compliment. I was just thinking how lucky I was to be rescued by such a good-looking guy so we're even."
As the sun set and the temperature dropped, Colorado's infamous mosquitoes began buzzing around hungrily. I think they have a particular liking for insect repellent. "It's probably about time to retreat into the tents, Jane. Is there anything you need from me before I zip up for the night?"
"No, thanks. Just one more trip to the lady's but I can manage with the crutch. Thanks for making that, by the way. It works great. See you in the morning."
Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of thunder and wind. Then I heard Jane outside the tent.
She sounded distressed. I unzipped the flap and poked my head out. "Is there something wrong, Jane?"
"Um, you're going to think this is stupid but thunderstorms scare the hell out of me, especially when I'm alone. Would you mind sharing your tent for the rest of the night?" Somehow, her being afraid of storms didn't compute, but who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth?"
"Of course not. Let's get your sleeping bag in here. You know what? These mountain thunderstorms can get pretty impressive. I'm going to stuff the packs and the rest of the gear in your tent if you're not going to use it."
After I got it all stowed and zipped up, I crawled back into my tent just as the rain arrived. It was quite a storm with heavy rain and lots of thunder and lightning, but fortunately the wind wasn't gale force. Maybe Jane wasn't joking about being afraid; with every crash of thunder, she would squeeze her eyes shut and duck her head down into the sleeping bag.
"God, I hate storms!" During the brief lightning flashes I could see she was really scared, actually trembling.
There was only one gentlemanly thing to do. "Jane, unzip your sleeping bag."
"Just do it! I'm going to zip them together and then I can hold you."
That got her attention. "Jeez Sean, you're a saint!"
We were sharing a double sleeping bag within a minute. She scooted her backside against my front and I hugged her to me with my nose buried in her hair. "Just try to relax now, OK?. Nothing's going to hurt you."
"I wish I'd taken some more Tylenol. My ankle is starting to throb again."
"I thought you might so I've got it right here. Got the brandy too if you want a snort."
She turned and looked at me for a moment, then broke into a laugh. "You must have been one hell of a boy scout. Is there anything you're not prepared for?"
'Faint heart never won fair lady' as Cervantes said, so I just came out with it. "As you probably noticed, I wasn't prepared to be holding a beautiful woman against me in the middle of the night." I was referring of course, to the prominent erection pressed into the crack of her butt with only her panties and my briefs between us.
"Yeah, I was enjoying that. Well, that's something I can help you with but first I'd like those Tylenol and that snort." She swallowed four pills and a good ounce of brandy. I hoped her liver was in good shape. "Let's give this a chance to take effect before we deal with your issue. Meanwhile, a little back rub and front rub might help take my mind off the pain and the storm."
She wiggled her butt against my dick and, taking my hand, guided it up under her T-shirt to her firm, silky smooth breasts. I couldn't help but make little thrusting motions with my hips as I kissed her neck and rubbed my fingertips over her hardening nipples. I remember feeling glad that I had brushed my teeth.
"That feels nice," she whispered. "You have very gentle hands among all your other wonderful qualities." She sat up and pulled her T-shirt over her head, then lay on her back, guiding my head to her tits and moving my hand down to her crotch. Between the two of us, we had her panties off in no time. I broke contact for a few seconds to shed my underwear and quickly got back to business. As I slid my hand through her dense bush finding her labia already wet and swollen, she found my cock and stroked it's length."
"Ooh, Sean! Somehow I knew you'd have the perfect cock. I hope you have a condom because I'm anxious to find out how it fits."
All the air dropped right out of my sails. "Uh, no I don't. Sorry, I wasn't really planning on having an opportunity like this."
She squeezed my erection and said, "Yeah, I'm sorry too. I had to stop taking the pill because it was causing some problems. Well, that doesn't mean we can't still have some fun. Turn yourself around here and I'll trade you a blowjob for a tongue job. How's that?"
"Ms. Dixon, it would be a pleasure."
We turned toward each other on our sides. Her hand gripped the shaft of my cock and guided it toward her lips as I buried my face between her legs and licked her pussy like an all-day lollipop. The heady aroma of her sex was intoxicating, adding so much to the already exquisite pleasure of feeling her warm, wet mouth ministering to my throbbing erection. I'm too much of a gentleman to ask where she learned her skills but this girl was no beginner in the oral sex department. Her tongue moving around the glans sent little electric charges into my belly making me thrust forward in an effort to bury myself in her throat, but she had a firm grasp on my shaft controlling how much I could get into her.
I concentrated on stimulating her clitoris with my tongue and fucking her vagina with my fingers. As sexually charged as I was, I still tried to keep the pace slow to make it last as long as I could. I managed about fifteen minutes and elicited at least two orgasms from her before she sent me over the top by rubbing her fingertip over my anus while she crammed half my cock down her throat. I don't know how much semen I fired into her mouth but I'll bet my prostate shrunk down to the size of a raisin.
I got turned back around and kissed her luscious lips. "Jane, you are a wonder! I've developed a whole new love of thunderstorms."
She giggled, "I think I have too.
The next morning it was sunny and warm when we crawled out of the tent. I helped Jane get her jeans on, then busied myself hauling water and getting breakfast started as she hobbled her way to the latrine in the trees on her crutch.
I cooked oatmeal and added some chopped walnuts and raisins plus a special treat, one of my favorite indulgences, a big dollop of raw honey. The lady said she wasn't especially partial to oatmeal but my concoction changed her mind. She had two bowls.