In The North Country

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Lisa sighed, as she made her way down the deer trail. Only a couple of hours
past noon, and the air already felt chilly. Fall was here to stay, and the
chill breeze worried her slightly; just another of a thousand survival
factors that ruled, and were, her world.

Four months ago, it seemed like a terrific lark, a chance to do something
special, a fantasy fulfilled: catch a flight north, take a long train ride,
and hire a bush plane to drop her off in the Canadian wilderness. She'd stay
a month, living mostly off the rich land, and then be picked up and flown
back to civilization. What a dream!

A dream... turned grim. The small plane had come back, picked her up - and
crashed on takeoff. She remembered the engine roaring out its defiance
against the air, pulling them up, up... and suddenly coughing, catching
again, stumbling, and... a momentary silence. She remembered the strain in
the pilot's face, in those few seconds, trying to wrestle the suddenly
lifeless plane into a landing instead of a crash, and failing.

She had come off relatively easily - a sprained arm, bruised ribs, a few
scratches. The pilot had not been as lucky. Lisa buried his body near the
remains of the plane, shed some tears for a life lost,... and packed her
rucksack.

She had spent a week waiting for a rescue plane that never came, quietly
cursed the pilot for not filing a flight plan, and started making her way
south. She knew that she was about 250 miles north of civilization - a long,
dangerous, but not impossible trek.

Another three weeks had gone by the board when a seemingly firm footing gave
way, and she tumbled down the hillside. Here, even the sprained ankle that
was the main result of the fall could have been fatal, but the land was
kind. Two days later, a small deer had wandered past her little camp, and a
well-aimed shot from her .22 rifle brought it down almost where it stood.

Now, by her best estimate, she had covered just over two hundred of those
long miles. Four fifths of the way there; then she'd go on a spree. All
those things she'd been wanting so long: a hot shower, a hot meal... and a
hot man. For some reason, the first month out had fired her libido. She had
briefly considered seducing the pilot when he showed up, though the man was
in his 50's, and married. Common sense barely won out. Now, months later...

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted, as she stepped around a large rock,
and into a clearing with a stream running through it. Ahh, water: she had
been filling her canteens from the small streams along the way, drinking
water was really not a problem around here, but this place was large enough
to bathe in, with a beautiful quiet pool that would be perfect. Well, not
*perfect*, considering the "br-r-r factor", but after a month in her
clothes, she (and the clothes) were in a desperate state!

Lisa stripped quickly, and - oh, damn, she couldn't just dive in, there
might be a branch sticking up, or sharp rocks, so, gritting her teeth, she
slowly entered the dark water.

The stuff felt like frozen fire on her skin. Bloody God! - but it was cold!
Well, a solid gravel bottom, with plenty of traction - she quickly scrubbed
herself with the rough bar of utility soap, taking off the dirt, and
possibly a bit of skin, but she didn't care. Clean!

Suddenly, she heard - no, it couldn't be! - singing? Singing! A loud voice,
male, somewhat off key, and approaching - she scrambled to get out of the
water, just as the bushes on the other side of the clearing parted, and the
singing stopped in mid-note.

-"What the blazes... who are you?"

The speaker was a man in his mid-30's, tall, broad-chested (though with a
bit of a pot-belly), and decidedly good-looking. He was also totally naked,
except for a large terry-cloth towel over his shoulder.

-"I'm me, and would you turn your back, please, so I can get out? It's
bloody cold in here, you know!"

-"Hmm. Well, my dear, you're in my pool - yes, I dammed the stream, dug out
the run, and laid in the gravel - and you didn't ask my permission.
Therefore, I do not ask your permission, but will watch you, as a token
reward, as you get out. Fair trade, mmm?"

-"Damn you! All right, I'm getting out - stare if you want!"

Lisa quickly climbed out, aware of the man's eyes on her as she tried to
make her way up the steep bank. Just as she scrambled out of the freezing
water, and turned to singe him with some well-chosen words, she felt
something warm and soft wrap itself around her. Oh. The terry-cloth towel.
Well, she was willing to forgive a lot to a man who... mmm... she found it
hard to concentrate on all that indignation, as his hands worked the towel
through her hair, over her face, neck, and shoulders, stopping to rub the
tense muscles with a curious combination of gentleness and strength, applied
as necessary, until the tension melted out of her.

Lisa turned her head slightly and looked into his face, his blue eyes
seeming to penetrate deep into her soul. Then, very deliberately, she closed
her eyes, and leaned back against him, feeling the heat of his skin against
hers, the growing hardness of his semi-erect cock against her ass and her
lower back. Goodness! - this was a BIG man!

His hands were sliding down her arms, still rubbing, in no obvious hurry.
She felt his mouth cover hers, his warm, soft lips on hers, and his tongue
exploring her mouth, the inside of her lips, teeth, a gentle combat of
tongues... Lisa moaned as his hands cupped her tits and gently pinched her
nipples, still using the terry-cloth towel, as the slid down, drying off her
lower belly and hips.

She felt herself pushed gently upright, heard him whisper: "Don't fall!" in
her ear, and opened her eyes. He had come around in front of her, and now
knelt down, slowly working the towel down her legs. For just a moment, her
eyes rested on his, and she saw humor, tenderness, and heat reflected in
them.

His large hands made their slow way up the inside of her thighs, turning and
spreading them. She felt the soft roughness of the towel on her inner
thighs, his strong fingers rubbing it over the lips of her cunt and over her
clit. Lisa sharply sucked in air between her teeth at the sudden explosion
of sensation - almost too rough, but...

-"It's no use, you know, " she whispered. "Your trying to dry me off. It's
not working,... I'm still soaking wet..."

She heard a rumbling chuckle, and felt his lips on her inner thighs,
kissing, licking, biting gently, teasing - a quick kiss, a rapid swirl of
his tongue over her clit - and on to the other thigh, a slow exploration
driving her out of her mind.

Lisa felt her knees give, caught herself by leaning on his shoulders, and
slowly eased herself down onto the towel which lay on the ground. A few
moments to spread it, and she leaned back on her elbows, looking at him,
fire in her eyes.

-"Please..." she whispered.

Answering her need, he quickly knelt between her legs... and, visibly, took
a deep breath and released it, obviously determined not to rush.

She felt her left leg being lifted, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from
her ankle, stopping for a while to nibble on the hollow behind her knee, all
the way to her cunt. His head came up between her thighs, a quick grin - and
Lisa arched her back with pleasure as his mouth and tongue firmly took
possession of her cunt. The teasing was over, and she bit her lip to keep
>from screaming as his tongue plunged deep into her and withdrew, then
mercilessly stroked her clit in dizzying circles, flicking it rapidly,
causing a series of shocks to thrill through her body. She felt his hands
running over her thighs, her ass, her belly, and her tits, pinching the
nipples, gently at first, then more firmly, rolling them, making her gasp,
and, suddenly, she was coming, screaming, her hands buried in his hair,
pulling him in as close as she could for those few moments.

She now felt him move up her body, mouth tracing lines of heat from her
cunt, over the firm mound of her belly, a lingering, protracted stop at both
nipples... and moving on up to her mouth, a deep kiss, his lips wet with her
juices.

His eyes were lit with amusement.

-"I've brought you a little treat. You like the taste?"

Lisa sucked on his lips, one at a time, tasting her own juices.

-"Mmm, yum. Tasty. Got any more treats for me?"

-"Hmm." Her hand was guided down, until it reached, and greedily wrapped
around the very large cock that he was rubbing across and around her clit,
dipping into her cunt just... and pulling out, another merciless tease.

-"Yes, I guess I do. The question is, how do you want it?"

-"Ohh... Oh, hell, right now all I can think about is your huge cock inside
me. I'll want it in my mouth later, though. 's that OK?"

As an answer, she felt his hands on her hips, lifting her ass for his
thrust. She felt the entire length of his shaft slide through her hand and
into her cunt, filling her full, and still leaving an inch or so to spare.

-"Unh!" Lisa shifted and canted her hips. She wanted ALL of his cock,
whatever it took; she wasn't small, in fact, she was a very robust young
woman, but this monster was going to take some doing!

She felt his strokes, now deep and strong, now short and teasing, for a
while slow,... deeper, a little more, a little... and all the way in, a gasp
coming from both of them as he buried his cock in her cunt, all the way to
the hilt; then fast, rapid strokes, lifting her legs up and over his
shoulders, slamming in, until she felt her eyes rolling up into her head,
and almost blacked out as she came again.

He had slowed down, kissing her mouth and her throat as she came down;
tender, sweet kisses. Lisa decided that it was her turn in the saddle; with
a little physical prompting, he held her close and carefully rolled over,
without losing their connection, ending up with her on top.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring and caressing, gliding over the
soft skin under her arms, her lower back, her tits, teasing and pinching her
already erect and sensitive nipples, making her gasp and moan.

Meantime, Lisa worked her magic. Tightening her cunt muscles (causing him to
grunt in surprise), she slowly lifted herself on his cock, alternately
relaxing and tightening. Then, at maximum tension, she started to lower
herself again.

-"Unh! Would you ease off just a tad, please?"

She grinned, gave a quick extra squeeze, and eased off, just a little, as
she continued her slow descent.

She watched his face as she moved up and down. His eyes semi-closed, his
mouth slightly open, he was lost in the pleasure that she was giving him.

Lisa leaned forward. Her mouth quested hungrily until she found a nipple,
and seizing it gently with her teeth, she began to suck and lick it. His
moan told her that she was on the right track, and after a few minutes she
switched to the other nipple.

Meanwhile, his hips were moving up and down with greater and greater
urgency, and his moans became louder. Lisa released his nipple, gave it one
last lick, and kissed her way up his chest, a line of small nips along the
side of his neck; nibbled on his earlobe, and whispered: "Come on, lover...
come with me, I'm almost... ah... oh... THERE!"

His gasp, and his grip on her hips as he drove into her, were her answer;
and within a few seconds, his hips bucked, an even louder moan escaped him,
and she felt his cock pump and empty into her. She felt her cunt seizing his
cock greedily as she came, its walls pulsing and massaging the last of his
juice out of him.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes. Hers were still closed, a
wonderfully satisfied smile on her lips.

-"Pardon me, ma'am, but would you think me forward if I asked your name?"

Her smile grew into a grin as her eyes opened, becoming a giggle, and then
full-throated laughter. He joined her.

-"As they say, it's been the equivalent of a formal introduction, but I
still don't know your name."

-"I'm Lisa."

He inclined his head courteously.

-"Ben."

-"No, I'm *Lisa*. You're Ben."

-"And you're a goof. Look, it's getting dark and cold, would you like to go
inside? My cabin is just beyond that rise."

-"Sure... but didn't you come down here to wash, you... strong-smelling
bear?"

-"HEY!"

-"In any case, here's the soap; and *I* get to keep the towel, and it's my
turn to wipe you down when we get inside. Deal?"

Ben reached over, lifted her chin and gave her a long, slow kiss that
promised a wonderful night ahead.