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My Name is Sarah
My Name is Sarah
I was walking along the Appalachian trail between New Found Gap and Charlie’s Bunyan. Dark clouds were threatening a storm. There was a shelter ahead. I reached it as the first drops of rain began to fall. A flash of lightening brightened the landscape, followed quickly by a thunderclap. I stuck my head inside and said a tiny woman sitting on a bench. She gave me a warm smile. “You just made it in time,” she said, as rain pounded against the roof. Then she added, “My name is Sarah.”
“I’m Charles,” I said as I sat down on the bench opposite her.
“I hope that this doesn’t last long.”
“I don’t know, it wasn’t supposed to rain until tonight, but we had a forecast for heavy rain, this evening. This could last for a while.”
“I hope not. I’m cold.”
A cold wind, whipped by the storm, was blowing through the shelter. I saw that her tiny body was shivering. I reached into my pack and pulled out a rain poncho. “Put this on,” I said. “It will protect you from the wind.”
She wrapped the poncho around her and grinned, “Still cold, but better.”
I looked at the dark fire place, “A fire wouldn’t help, I think, even if we could build one. The wind is too strong.”
“We can cuddle,” she suggested.
I looked at her, “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“And why not, don’t you think that I am sexy.”
I looked at her again. Her face was pretty, and I had seen an engaging smile several times. There was something else, a sexiness that I would not have expected from a woman so small. “There are a lot of men,” she added, “who would jump at a chance to cuddle with me.”
“I can see why. I’ll take you up on your offer.”
I told myself that the heat of my larger body would help protected her tiny body from hypothermia, but the truth was I was attracted to her, as small as she was. Indeed her very smallness took on a distinctly erotic dimension. I wrapped the poncho around the two of us, “that’s better,” I said.
“Why don’t you hug me,” she asked.
“I was trying to be a gentleman,” I answered, noting that my dick was hard.
“Don’t you want me?”
“I want you too.”
“Here, in this storm,” I thought, “This tiny woman is putting the make on me.”
I put my arm around her, “Aren’t you going to kiss me,” she asked, screeching her face up toward mine. Our lips meet, and a shock ran through my body. Then her tongue began to explore my mouth. Underneath the poncho, I touched her body. My tongue entered her mouth.
I suddenly laughed. “Do you always do this with men you meet on the Appalachian trail,” I asked.
“No,” she answered, “but I thought that you looked cute when you entered the shelter, and the idea of cuddling with you turned me on. Besides a little activity will keep both of us warm.”
Then she started to move underneath the poncho. “I want to sit on your lap,” she said.
“Be my guest,” I said.
With quick movements she was on top of my lap. This was not, however, the end of her movements. I felt her moving and wiggling on top of me. “What are you doing,” I asked?
“Taking off my pants, your cock is hard.”
“Well no wonder, the way you are wiggling on top me.”
“Be quiet, if you are too difficult, I won’t fuck you.”
I felt my pants being unzipped, and a tiny hand pulling out my dick. I cup a little brest.
Then I feel her rising inside the poncho. With one hand on my cock, she inserts it into her pussy. Then she begins to move on top of my lap. The whole thing suddenly strikes me as funny and I laugh. Out side, the wind is howling. Lightning flashes, thunder booms. She bounces up and down on my lap.
As she bounces, the poncho opens, and exposes our bodies to the clod wind. “This isn’t working,” she says.
“Let me make a suggestion,” I say. “Don’t move, and I will improvise.”
My arms were wrapped around her, and I reached on hand down and began to explore her crotch. My fingers felt her little pussy, and then I found her clit, and began to rub it,”
“Keep it up,” she said. So I did. And it kept up nicely too. Her tight little cunt kept contracting on me, giving me the most wonderful pleasure. “Where did you learn that,” she asked. “It just seemed the thing to do.”
She sighed, and I felt the wet on my cock.
“I want to kiss you,” she said.
“I think, if you want for us to stay warm, save your kisses for later.”
“Just keep what you are doing up.”
“I would like to give you an orgasm.”
“Don’t worry,” I answered. The truth was that the contractions of her tight little pussy, were exciting me beyond measure. I couldn’t tolerate the tension any longer. “Hold on to the poncho,” I said. Then picking up her light little body, I carried her, ass still lodged on my dick, over to the pole of the shelter. “Wrap the poncho around the pole and hold on,” I said. She followed my directions. Pushing her chest and belly against the pole, I began to fuck her tiny cunt from behind. Slamming into her hard. Over the howl of the wind I heard her screamed, and then screamed again. I was bellowing like an animal, in extremis. I was driving my dick into her with all of my strength, I began to edge toward an orgasm. Her cunt was flowing like a river, and the flood was running down my legs. The closeness of her body was pushing me over the edge. My body was like a coiled spring begging for release. And then I exploded, just as a brilliant stroke of lighting crashed into a tree close to the shelter. An enormous thunder clap punctuated my ejaculation.
The wind was cutting into and beneath the poncho. We both laughed and scurried to rearrange our cloths and settle down. She sat facing me on my lap now. We kissed and hugged each other. The fury of the storm began to abate, but the rain continued at a steady pace. I geld her in my arms, and felt how warm she was. She kissed my face. “I don’t think we are going to be able to leave the shelter before night fall,” I said.
“A chance for more recreation,” she observed.
“We may get company, hikers looking for a place out of the storm.”
“Well before we get company let me thank you for a wonderful afternoon,” she said.
“I am the one who should thank you.”
She grinned, “I think,” she said, “That we took each other by storm.”
The wind was no longer blowing hard. “I will see if we have anything to make a fire with.”
There was some wood in the shelter, and the remnants of an old fire. I had some matches, and soon a little fire was blazing. “Sarah, it will be cold tonight, and the fire won’t last. We will have to go to sleep in each other’s arms.”
“That works for me, Charles.”
I expected to part from her on the morrow, We were headed in an opposite direction on the trail, and as delightful as the moment had been, I didn’t expect anything else to happen, but life was to deal us, a different hand.
(To be continued)
The hikers began to drift into the shelter as the light began to wane. They were wet and cold, and huddled around the fire for warmth. Dry cloths came out of packs, and people changed without embarrassment. A cooking pot appeared, and everyone pulled food out of there pack and added their contribution to the pack. Fortunately I had over packed, and had included several days supply of dried foods. I was in a great mood. I felt like a teenage boy after his first fuck. I looked an the small woman who had brought me so much pleasure, and decided that she was adorable. We both chatted with the other hikers now, the smell of the food in the pot was delicious. I momentarily forgot the cold.
I glanced at her again, and caught her glancing at me. I whispered into her ear, “Will you sleep with me tonight?”
She answered, “I would be offended, if you didn’t want me too.”
We made our way to a dark corner of the shelter, “I didn’t expect to spend the night on the trail, so I don’t have a sleeping bag.”
“I have one, but it is not very big. We can unzip it and use it as a blanket.”
We settled down and covered ourselves as best we could. We hugged each other for warmth. Sarah climbed on top of me. “I get to sleep on top,” she exclaimed.
“I didn’t know that we were bunking.”
“You are softer than the shelter bench, and warmer too.”
“You make a pritty small blanket.”
“You are the best mattress avaliable, but a little lumpy,” she said as her little hand drew around the protusion my dick was making in my pants.
I could tell which way things were headed. “Now tell me, why did you make love to me this afternoon? Do you find all sixty year old men irresistibly sexy?”
“No,” she answered, “but I have had a fantasy for a long time, and when I ducked into the shelter, I started having it again. You got lucky.”
“Very lucky, Now tell me your fantasy.”
“Do you really want to hear it?”
“I walk into the shelter thinking...........I really hope the storm is not going to be furious and long for I need to get back to camp. As I sit there I wondered if anyone else was on the same trail as I. Pulling out a snack from my bag, I begin to munch on it. I sit back and relax, closing my eyes and let my mind wander.........”
As she told me the story, my hand played down the back of her jacket, searching for an opening. Finally I reached the jacket bottom. Then I touched her pants. My fingers searching for an opening, sought the top of her pants. She had loosened her pants.
Sarah continued, “I am great at killing time when I am by myself with nothing to do. I think to my self....wouldn't it be wicked to meet a stranger in the middle of the woods and without a word find that we both have the same wants and desires. I have always thought it would be thrilling to have sex with a man that I didn't know. To have him look at me with such lust and passion that no words are needed to know what he wants, and needs.”
Inside her pants now, my hand was cupping a tiny bun of her ass. It felt so delightful, so perfect. Then a finger followed the crease of her ass until it reached her pussy. I felt her start. My finger paused at the lip, and then slowly begin to penetrate her cunt. I felt my pants unzip, and then a tiny hand began to stroke my cock.
Sarah said, “To have him undresses me with his wicked gaze and to please him and fulfill his thoughts and wishes. If it were to happen I will slowly undress myself in front of him. Taking off my top first and let him lightly caress my already erect little nipples. Then as he is touching me I slide my jeans to the floor and stand there in my high cut Hanes. His hands wander from my nipples to my tummy, which I love to have rubbed. I in turn reach up and kiss his wicked little grin and place my hands on his chest. My fingers unbutton his shirt and slip it off his shoulders. I lean and lick his nipples as well. I nibble on them too to see his reaction. I find that it was totally unexpected but I didn't nibble to hard so as I thought I got a small little slap on my behind. I then lower my hands to his waist and begin to unbutton his pants. I then lean over and release the laces from both our boots and kick mine off as he does too. I rise again and return to unzip his jeans and slide them to the floor.”
My other hand began to approach her pussy from in front. A finger stopps on her clit, and traces a circle around it. I tap he clit, gently, and start wiggling it back and for, and then began to rub it vigerously. Sarah moaned softly. Her hand was stroking my dick vigerously. My finger was penetrating her wet pussy in beat to her strokes on my dick, a second finger followed the first one in.
Sarah proceeded: “As I do I can see and feel how hard his cock is....teasingly I slide my hand inside his shorts and give him a little stroke. I stand in front of him, smile and say.........do you realize that my little pussy is as wet as the rain coming down outside. He then leans down and kisses me passionately on the lips. Just then a clap of thunder occurs right above the shelter, I jump and turn to the door. Opening it I see the rain coming down in buckets. Without turning I can feel his breath on the back of my neck and he kisses my shoulder. He stays behind me and wraps his hands around me to touch my nipples and tummy. Burying his face into my neck he kisses and nibbles on me.”
She was thrusting onto my fingers now, as my hips drove my dick into her hand. My dick was hard, I felt precom ozing from its type..
Sarah added: “I close my eyes and my body totally relaxes. His wondering hand then move down my tummy into my Hanes and he slides a finger over my already hard little clit. A little moan escapes my lips and I can feel his lips smiling as he presses them against my neck. As he pulls closer to me I can tell that he has already removed his shorts and his cock reaches out and touches me first before the rest of his warmth body does. Still kissing me his hands slide my Hanes to the floor and one of his hands returns to my pussy and the other caresses my inner thigh.
I inserted third finger into her tight pussy. She goaned, and fell silent for a moment. I felt the fluid from another ejeculation. Her strokes on my dick slowed monitarily. Then she picked up speed again.
Sarah began again: “I feel him pull away from me but returns immediately this time sliding his cock between my thigh and stroking my pussy lips with the total length of his shaft. Knowing ful well that my pussy juices are moistening him as he glides along me. With the hand on my thigh he spreads my legs and the other presses a little harder on my clit.”
I began to rub her clit with renewed vigor. Sarah responded by stroking my dick harder too.
Sarah continued: “I smiled to myself and say.......I do believe you will definitely keep me on my toes for a while. His reply was brief but direct.....he said.......there is no doubt about that. At that moment I felt him pull his cock back and let the head rest at the opening of my wet pussy. Still looking out the door I think to myself....God I love rainy days and the joy that they can bring. I then place a hand on the door frame to brace myself for the pleasure that I knew would happen next. And as I expected slowly he slid the head of his cock into my tight little pussy. For a while he just teases my with the head making me wetter and wetter. Then he pulled entirely out of me and stroke his shaft along my pussy getting my juices to moisten him. When he returned his head to my pussy he slowly penetrated me.....even though I was so tight.........he slide in like silk.
My fingers lingered for a moment, enjoying the tightness of her pussy. She stopped with her story to groan again. My fingers were rewarded by the juices of another ejeculation. My dick was indcreadibly hard, it was onfire with sensation. I couldn’t believe how arrounsed I was, yet I was not ready to come yet. Somehow, Sarah’s strokes were fast enough to excite me intensely, but a little slower than I needed in order to reach orgasism. She seemed to know how to maintain me at this level of intensity without crossing the line.
Sarah proceeded: “He does not tease me this time his cock penetrates deep into me.....actually forcing me to my toes....A gasp of pleasure comes from my lips and I place my other hand on the door frames. Turning my head I look at him with a devilish grin and say.......My pussy is just aching to be fucked deep and hard. In return his wicked grin widened and he says.......that is what I wanted to hear, because that is what I am going to do. He pushed in me so deep that I have to rise even higher on my toes and in turn bring my thighs together.....which felt awesome because I tightened around his cock even more. He wraps an arm around my waist and places a hand on my shoulder and holds me still as he strokes deep into my pussy.
I am desperate to come now. "Sarah," I beg. “A little faster please. I am desperate to come, please, please, please. Make me come.
“I haven’t finsh my story yet,” Sarah replied, and then she continued. “Sometimes so deep that it forces the breath from me. When this happen I know that it brought pleasure to him because it forced little quakes through my body which in turn make my pussy ripple with pleasure. Being fucked like this feels very wicked but absolutely fulfilling. I find myself chumming over and over.....the juices running down my legs like the rain outside. I'm so weak and no doubt he is too because he leans against me....trapping me against the door frame. Fucking me so deep and at this point not even pulling out but just pushing deeper and deeper. With my thighs squeezed together I could feel his balls, they were so tight. I lowered a hand and went between my thighs and fingered the base of his cock as he is pressed in me. I can hear the pace of his breathing increase and then he started to moan, but never releasing the grip he had on me. Finally he pulled almost all the way out of me and then returns by slamming deep in me and forcing my breath from me again. I know that he was chumming, I can feel his body shutter as he moans. We lean there against the door for a few minutes and watched the rain lighten up, and then he pulls out of me and turns me around and kisses me lightly on the lips. A minute later he looks at me with that wicked grin and says......no wonder they call this New Found Gap. After awhile we both get dressed and head our separate ways not knowing if our paths will ever cross again...........It is then that I open my eyes because I hear a noise.......It's a man walking into the shelter because the rain has just begun.....He finds me sitting there, blushing. I wonder if he can tell what I had been daydreaming about?”
As she concluded her story, her stroks became more rapid. Suddenly the dam broke. I had a tremendous climax, the semen gushed from my penis in a seemingly endless stream.”
“Did you like my fantasy, Sarah asked.
“That was your fantasy?”
“Yes, and then you came along and I thought, “Why not.” I almost thought that you weren’t going to fulfill it for me.”
“I’m glad I did.” My hands were seeking again the depth of her little pussy. “I still have a hard on,” I confessed.
Her hand slipped back on my dick. “I was hoping to make you hard more than once. Did you think that you were going to get rest when I said that you would get rest when I said that I would sleep with you tonight?”
She laughed. The hand had grasped my dick and was playing with it again. “We will have to be quiet,” I said.
“I’m not worried, the way some of those hikers were looking at each other, I don’t think that we were the only ones with sex on our brains tonight.”
Then as things were heating up, a light shown into the shelter. I heard voices, and the sound of bodies sturing. “It is a park ranger,” I said. He was moving among the campers, stopping to talk. From the snaches of conversation I overheard the Ranger was checking if everyone was OK. Presently the flashlight was directed at us. “You don’t look very well equipped.”
“I was a day hiker. I didn’t expect to spend the night, but got caught in the storm.”
His light shown on Sarah still lying on top of me. He saw her tiny form. “How old are you mam?”
“I am 40,”
“But officer, she told me that she was 18,” I piped up.
“Oh shut up,” Sarah said and poked me in the side.
“Can you prove your age?”
“Well I am flattered to be carded, but I have a drivers license.”
“Fake,” I said, and laughed.
“If you don’t shut up, I will report you for statutory .”
We both giggled.
“Have a good time folks,” the ranger said and turned his beam away from us.
“Charles,” Sarah said, “You had better be better behaved of you want to get laid tonight.”
We both laughed again.
“Do you still have a hard on?”
“With your hot little pussy so close at hand, of course I do.”
“Charles, you are forgiven. Just fuck me.”
But It was she who sat about to do the fucking. She craweled on top of me. And in what seemed a flash, she had impailed herself on my throbbing cock. I reached down and grasped her by the hips, and began to grind her pussy into my croch.
I felt her hips begin to move, as she thrust me more deeply into her. Little sighs and gasps left her mouth. Similar sounds were comming from otherparts of the shelter. I laughed. “Why is everyone having silent sex,” I asked. “Everyone knows what everyone else is doing.”
“Charles keep quiet, they don’t want to embarrass the ranger.”
I thought after the afternoon fuck and out more recent activity, that I would have little left for the another round. But my energetic little partner soon had me throughly arroused. She crawled on top of me, and her lips quickly found my cock. I was soon thrusting up at her mouth with the energy of a young man. Save that energy for my pussy, Sarah said. With her usual quickness and energy, Sarah reversed herself and before I even knew what was happening, she had mounted me. My dick was deep inside her pussy, before I realized what had happened. Arroused by the vigor of my little partner, I started thrusting back at her with all of my energy. She respond to my thrust with soft moans.
“I hope the ranger wasn’t embarrised by your moan.”
“Use your energy to fuck me,“ Sarah replied. So I did.
It was fortunate that my little friend was energetic, because I was now tired. I grasp her by the hips, and directed her onto me, her hips thrusting aginst my upward ramming dick. Increadibly, I found myself becomeing more and more aroused. As we fucked, I thought of the afternoon’s encounter, and of Sarah’s story. Despite my fatigue, despite my age, I was fucking her with renewed energy. My powers seemed to be waxing, rather than waning. Sarah lay on top of me and ground her pussy aginst my groin. I was deep inside her and our movements were short and slow. Yet we kept them up untill the tention began to fire both of us beyond tolerance. My little partner was moving faster now. She fucked me with incredible energy. I felt her pussy wet several again. “How many times have you come,” I asked.
“I’ve lost count,” Sarah replied. She fucked me even faster, we fucked for a long time and I was beginning to think that we would fuck all night, when I felt the semen rising in my balls.
“I think I am going to come,” I announced.
“Good,” Sarah said, “You have fucked me dry”.
I laughed, and with the laugh the semen began to jet from my dick again.”
Sarah collapsed on top of me. “Why did you laugh,” She asked.
“You saying that I fucked you dry. You were the one who was fucking me for the last hour.”
“You were hardly my passive victim.”
Out of the night a voice rang out. “You kids stop playing, I’m trying to sleep.”
It was the ranger. We laughed quietly, and then quickly went to sleep. Sarah still on top of me, surrounded by my arms.
I woke with a pain in my left hip. I get hip pains from time to time. I assume is arthritus. Maybe it was the nights exertion or the damp cold. I thought about making my goal. Charlie’s Bunyan was a mile away, so I decided to finish the walk no matter what. Sarah was walking north to Cosby, so we decided to to walk with each other as far as Charlie’s Bunyan. We hadn’t walked more a few yards when the pain in my hip became severe. Sarah saw was having a problem. “Are you OK,” she asked.
“No,” I answered, “But I will live.”
Walking was very unconfortable, and I stopped frequently. Malissa waited patiently as I proceeded. “You should go on, I am slowing you and it is a long walk to Cosby.”
“Charles, I am not going to leave you in thhis condition.
“Your stud of last night, pulled up lame today.”
“Your most important part isn’t your leg.”
We proceeded and after an eternity, but my presistance was eventually reward Ahead of us Charlie’s Bunyan rose out of the side of the mountain. The view was magnificant. Benieth us the mountain dropped off steeply, and across the valley we saw Mount Lecont.
Sarah stood gazing for a moment, “I can see why making this trip was important to you,” she said. I sat on the protruding rock for twenty minutes, the morning sun warmed my body. “It has been delightful,” I said, “You gave me a night I never will forget. Thank you for everything.” I turned to go.
“I’m going back with you,” Sarah replied.
“You are going to Cosby. It is a hard hike if you are going to make it by tonight.”
“Right now I am more worried about you getting back.”
“I’ll be OK.”
“Really, you can hardly walk.”
“I’ll make it back. I can take my time. If i get into trouble, I’ll get a ranger to help.”
“And just when do you plan to ask for help?’
“When I can’t walk and just have to crawl on the trail,” I said with a grin.
“That is what I suspected. Stubborn man.”
“Yes. I have my pride you know.”
“Your pride should have been upheld by last night.”
“I wanted to leave you that way.”
“Go out in a blaze of glory.”
“Well you are not getting rid of me, simply because you re too proud to ask me for help.”
“The truth is that I will enjoy your company, but I don’t want to inconvience you.”
“Do you have a car?”
“Would you mind driving me to Cosby.”
“I would be delighted too.”
We started back. It was a slow walk. Every step for me was a struggle, Yet I was in a wonderful mood.
We talked. I told Sarah about my life in Dallas. About my wife and children. She told me about her life. The pain was far less than I expected, and we made reasonably good time on the trail back. But during the last mile, the pain returns. I am struggeling as we reach the parking lot. “Do you want me to drive,” Sarah asks.
“It is essier for me to drive than to walk,” I replied. I am carrying an analgesic in the car, and I quickly down two of them, followed by a swig of water ftom my canteen. Soon we are on the road, which is all down hill.