1. The Badlands Hike - Part 1


    Date: 2/21/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Romance, Author: caliguy12345, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    The clouds high in the big Montana sky were puffy and white. The sun was shining warmly on this early Spring day. The air smelled fresh and the grass rustled near the trailhead. I walked around to the back of my pickup truck and threw the last few items I'd need for the weekend into my pack. Sunscreen, water filter, first aid kit. I was headed out for a weekend of backpacking through the most remote sections of northern Montana; I wasn't expecting to see too many other people. With my muscular arms I hoisted my fifty-pound pack onto my back, buckled the straps securely around myself, and then set off onto the trail. My long legs were thankful for the exercise. After months of confinement indoors during the winter, it was good to be out on the land again. The first couple miles were easy going. The path was wide and level. A brook flowed next to the trail and the cool breeze coming off of it was a big relief on this warm day. Up ahead I could see the way start to rise up a small slope. I dug in my heels and began the trek upwards. After about fifty feet of elevation gain, I crested the rise and was able to look out over the countryside ahead of me. The fields of yellow-green grasses spread as far as I could see. Not a single road, house, or other human artifact in the entire view. Some basalt buttes jutted from the landscape a few miles ahead, rust red in the afternoon sun. I kept walking for the rest of the afternoon. The buttes remained tantalizingly just out of reach. I ...
    guess I underestimated how far they were ahead of me. They loomed in the distance. I could see now how huge they actually were. The dust swirled around my face as I plodded along in my heavy boots thorough the dry land. The pack was starting to weigh on my back after more than three straight hours of walking. I decided to stop and have a swig of water. As I turned back to survey the way I had come, I saw in the distance a very small red dot. I wasn't sure, but it looked like it was on the trail. It could be a bright red hiking pack, I guessed, hoping that I was wrong and that I wouldn't have to share the trail with anyone else this weekend. There was nothing I could do about it but try to stay ahead of them, so I turned and continued walking. By now, the buttes were starting to engulf me. The first few were merely outcroppings of brown rock that sprung from the grasslands in odd intervals. But after another mile of trekking, the buttes had grown to be a hundred feet high, surrounding the trail on both sides with their vertical faces. The sun shone less brightly down here in the canyon, as it had already become late afternoon and the angle couldn't penetrate into the gorge. I enjoyed the cooler temperatures in the shade and decided to see if I could make it to the next river crossing before it became dark and I'd have to make camp for the night. I heard the stream before I could see it. It babbled gently somewhere ahead of me, seeming to be always just 'round the next bend. ...
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