Crash
written by:
mcerotic

Into the Wilderness

The day my wife was killed was the worst of my life. One moment I was sitting in our living room having got home from work, an ice-cold beer in my hand. The doorbell rang. It was a police officer bringing me the news that my wife had been involved in a head-on collision and was dead on arrival at the hospital. I never drank the beer.

I wasn't yet 30. We'd been married for nearly 5 years, just about to start a family. Of course I fell apart. I couldn't focus on anything at work. It was enough of an effort just to get out of bed in the morning. The big company where I worked as an engineer turned out to be great. They told me to take a leave of absence for a year and they continued to pay me. So I could focus entirely on getting myself back together.

I realized I had to make some changes or I was going to spiral into a depression too deep to escape. I decided to start hiking. I'd hiked before but only day-hikes. Some really hard ones like Half Dome or the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back, but never staying out overnight. I trawled the Internet and accumulated the lightest equipment; the days of carrying 50 pound packs were long in the past. I would go out for a couple of weeks at a time, hiking in a big loop and doing up to twenty miles a day. The wilderness is quite different once you get more than one day away from the trailheads, especially if you avoid the most popular areas. You can go for days without seeing anyone. Other areas are only busy around the weekend. During the week nobody goes there.

I got quite proprietary about the wilderness and felt like my privacy was being invaded when I met people where I didn't expect it, almost as if I was finding someone walking across my back yard. Sometimes, as a result, I'd change my plans and go off on a different trail. The solitude out there really did seem to calm me down, and the discipline of having to hike every day, make camp, make meals and so on seemed to structure my life just enough.

It was late one afternoon when I ran into her. Well, I didn't really run into her, she was actually going the same way as me and I first spotted her way ahead on the switchbacks. She was probably a mile ahead of me but by then I really had my trail legs and so I knew I'd soon catch up with her. I felt like she was invading ‘my' wilderness. I considered just slowing down but something made me want to meet her.

It was odd, I'd not wanted to have anything to do with women or sex since the day my wife died. I didn't date, didn't watch porn, didn't even masturbate. So it seemed like progress that I even felt the slightest interest in catching her up. Maybe it was because she looked superficially like my wife: blonde hair in a ponytail, a green rucksack and khaki shorts. Yes, I know that describes a good fraction of the women on the trail and, no, I wasn't messed up enough to think it was her or her long-lost twin or anything like that.

I'd discovered previously that it was best not to tell people about my wife's death. Even people I knew well didn't really know what to say to me and throwing that at a stranger was simply unfair. And isn't the word ‘widower' ugly, like a cross between warlock and sorcerer or something. Instead I'd just tell people that I'd taken a year off work to go hiking and traveling. It wasn't even a lie. Instead of pitying me people would be jealous, wishing they were brave enough to do that.

When I was about 20 yards away she stopped and turned and waited for me to come up the trail.

"Hi," she said smiling.

Of course, she didn't really look anything like my wife. She was mid-thirties I'd guess, although a bit hard to judge with a hat and sunglasses. She had a black vest over a white sports bra, which she filled out nicely, a happy medium between being busty and being flat-chested. Her shorts were shorter than most people on the trail wore, and so did little to hide her shapely sun-tanned legs.

"Hi," I replied. It felt odd talking to a woman alone like that. I think it was perhaps the first time I'd done it. Obviously I'd talked to waitresses and shop assistants but that wasn't in an environment that seemed to hold any mystery. But here, talking to this woman, surrounded by miles and miles of scenery and probably nobody else, seemed different. It was almost as if I'd said "hi" to her in a bar. Perhaps we would talk for two minutes and then go our separate ways, or perhaps we could talk for hours and become life-long friends.

We talked about where on the trail we'd come from and where we were going. She was on the middle day of a three-day hike, on her way back to the trailhead and her car the following day. She asked me if I knew where there was a good campsite and I told her and then, somehow, without either of us really saying anything, it was agreed that we'd set up camp together that evening. For some reason, or none, neither of us asked the other person's name.

We started to hike up the trail again since we had a good couple of hours until we'd reach the place I had in mind. We'd want to eat before the sun was long set. It would quickly go dark and really cold at that altitude. Once it was dark it was best to already be in a sleeping bag.

"What do you do in real life?" I asked.

"No, that's too boring," she replied. "You're probably a lawyer or a salesman, and I'm probably in public relations or a teacher. So let's not bother to find out. We are here in the wilderness and real life is another day away for me. I don't want to think about it."

"You are bossy sometimes aren't you," I said laughing. "Not just a teacher, I think you must be a principal. Yes, maybe a girl's boarding school."

"Could be?" she said, trying to be mysterious.

"I shall call you Headmistress."

"Oh my god, no."

"So, Headmistress, if you move those rocks into a fire-ring I'll go and collect some wood. It will get really cold once the sun goes down so a fire is good."

"Are we allowed to?"

"Yes, I think we are at a low enough altitude. Besides, who's going to stop us?"

"Well, as the headmistress I can't have any rules being broken."

"And what is the punishment? Caning?"

She laughed. "Detention. This isn't a porn movie."

"Anyway, what about you? I think you are a lawyer. No, a salesman. The rep."

As an engineer that is almost the opposite end of the scale but I didn't care, it seemed wrong to reveal what I did, against the rules as it were.

"So I'm going to call you Rep."

I collected wood while she built a fire ring. Soon we had everything set up. We were boiling water for dehydrated meals on a stove, the fire was burning nicely and throwing off some heat, her tent was up. I wasn't bothering with a tent, I just slept under the stars on a piece of Tyvek, the ultimate strong light groundsheet available at any building site for the price of a beer.

"Turn around, Rep" she ordered me.

"Why?"

"Because I need to get out of these shorts into long pants since it is getting cold already. And I don't want to have to go fifty yards away behind a bush just so you can't see me."

I turned around but, to be honest, I only turned around enough I could just see her out of the corner of my eye. She turned away from me as she slipped off her shorts. I turned back to look more closely. She was wearing a yellow thong that cut up the middle of her attractive ass. I was even surprised myself when my eyes were drawn to the little yellow bulge of material stretched across her sex as she bent over, my imagination stripping it away to imagine the nooks and crannies within. It was the first time anything sexual had crossed my mind.

We ate our dinner, sticking to the rule that real life was off-limits. We just talked about the parks, and hiking and wildlife. She never asked me if I was married so I was never tempted to tell her about my wife's death. I never asked her if she was married. To tell the truth, because I didn't want her to be. I did check she wore no ring, something I'd not done since I started dating the girl who became my wife. For the first time since that fateful day I was talking to someone I had some interest in fucking. I felt my cock stir and harden somewhat, a feeling I'd not noticed for a long time.

We sat there watching the flames. I produced a small plastic bottle of single malt scotch, one of my little luxuries that didn't really justify its weight, and we both had a small tot in our cups.

"Cheers," I said and we clinked our plastic cups, if that can be described as clinking. I casually put my arm around her and she snuggled up a bit closer against me.

"I'd like to do the John Muir Trail one day," she said.

"Me too. I've thought about doing it but haven't been organized enough to sort out the food and other logistics. Plus, so far, I've been hiking wherever I felt like it without wanting to plan in advance."

"I wish I could do that but my work..." She paused, obviously about to reveal more than she wanted about real life. "Let's just say being a headmistress makes it hard."

"What, even with those long vacations?"

She punched me playfully. "Yes, us headmistresses have all sorts of extra stuff we have to do in summer."

"Like what?"

"We have to punish all the naughty boys so they behave."

"Well, I'm very good."

"Meaning what?"

I paused, wondering how risqué to be. "Meaning you won't be disappointed."

"Right, Rep. You salesmen are arrogant, aren't you?"

"I know. A little arrogance is very attractive in a man, isn't it?"

"I hate to admit it but...sometimes."

We sat there in silence for a bit, the fire crackling in front of us, the wonderful scotch in incongruous plastic cups. I turned towards her and she turned to me. It felt like one of those magic moments when all the planets align. I wanted to kiss her but I wasn't brave enough. It was a long time since I'd kissed someone for the first time and I'd pretty much forgotten how. But she had enough confidence for us both.

"Will you kiss me?" she asked.

"Just kiss you?"

"Oh god, I'm not the kind of girl who sleeps with men she's just met. I mean...well...I never have before. I'm more of a seventeenth date kind of girl. But you've been sitting there nursing an erection half the evening. There's nobody else here and so it has to be for me. And the thought of that has me all worked up. So even though I'm not the kind of girl who says ‘fuck me'...well...shit, now I'm all embarrassed."

"OK Headmistress," I said, pulling her towards me and kissing her. She drove her tongue urgently straight into my mouth, clearly very aroused.

I moved down to her feet and undid the laces on her boots and took them off. Then I pulled off the pants that she'd put on earlier while I had pretended not to watch. I let her keep the yellow thong for now while I got my groundsheet and my sleeping bag and put them on the ground beside the fire. I unzipped my bag and opened it out so there was room for us both. I guided her over and lay her down. From the waist down she wore just that small thong, from the waist up she was still fully clothed so she would stay warm.

I kissed her again. After a moment she broke the kiss. "If you are thinking of putting your hand up under my fleece, and I hope you are, then make sure you warm it over the fire first."

I sat down beside her and undid my own boots. Then I pushed off my pants and underwear and socks in one tangled heap. I too was naked from the waist down, my hard cock evidence of my excitement. I knew she was excited too, but with a woman it is always less obvious.

As requested I warmed my hand over the fire for a moment. The next time we kissed I slid my hand up under her shirt inside her fleece and onto her breast. She was still wearing her sports bra but it was thin enough that I could feel her hard nipple through the stretchy fabric. I pushed her bra off up over her breast so that I could touch her directly. She gasped as my finger and thumb closed on a very hard nipple. As I rubbed her nipple, I felt her hand close on my cock.

"Wow, Rep, you are big," she said as she started to stroke my shaft slowly.

"Well, us sales-guys have to have big swinging dicks."

I put my hand on her thigh and slid it up towards her thong. She parted her legs, giving me whatever access I wanted. My fingers slipped underneath the hem of her panties. I could feel the folds of her sex all wet with arousal. My fingertips were in between her labia, dancing in her wetness, hovering over the entrance to her body.

"I want to see you," I whispered. I pushed my hand down towards her knee, dragging her thong with me. She lifted her ass up to free it and in a moment it was at her ankles. She kicked it away and once again spread her legs. It was nearly dark now but by the light of the fire I could see her prominent inner labia, glowing orange in the light from the embers. She had very little hair so nothing was really hidden. It is always special seeing a woman's pussy for the very first time, that little sense of her surrender. And, of course, it was many years since I'd had that experience of seeing a woman's pussy for the first time.

Once again I explored her wet slit with my fingers, stroking up and down the entire length. She gasped as unexpectedly I pushed two fingers into her entrance. She was tight but wet and aroused.

"Oh my god, it's been a long time," she said. I guess probably not as long as for me bu I said nothing. I started to finger-fuck her, rhythmically sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy. She continued to stroke my rock-hard cock.

"Lie down on the sleeping bag," I said quietly.

She didn't need telling twice. She lay on her back and spread her legs wide and pulled her knees up towards her chest. I moved between her thighs. She reached down and, as I moved forward, she grasped my cock. She slid the head of my cock up and down between her labia, spreading her juices over my cock head. Finally she positioned my cockhead so it was just resting in the entrance to her pussy.

"Fuck me," she demanded. I pushed my hips forward and slowly slid my cock into the sheath of her wet cunt. When I met a little resistance, I pulled back a bit and then thrust my hips forward again, gradually working myself into her bit by bit as her body relaxed. It was a wonderful feeling, finally having my cock inside a woman again. And because it was so unexpected, out here in the middle of nowhere, it felt even better. A very special treat.

I kissed her, hard and urgently, as my cock started to fuck her. She wrapped her legs around my back pulling me into her even more tightly. My chest was pressed against her breasts.

"Oh Rep, that is so good," she moaned.

It was very erotic fucking like that, fully clothed and modest from the waist up, all raw naked sexuality from the waist down. And, of course, sex outdoors is always special, with the feeling, however remote, that someone might come around the corner at any moment.

She reached down between our bodies and started to masturbate her own clit. We fucked like that for a bit, her lying on her back on the sleeping bag as I vigorously hammered my cock between her legs, savoring the feeling of sex that I'd not experienced for so long.

I pulled out of her. She rolled onto her front, pressing her shoulders onto the sleeping bag and pulling her knees up under her so her ass was in the air. It is one of the most sexual of sights, a woman's pussy defenselessly offered between her outspread thighs. It is animalistic in a most direct sense, like a mare presenting to a stallion. Even the woman's face is hidden, not diluting the almost pornographic sexuality of the pose. I put my hands on her hips and slowly but firmly slid my cock back into her warm, wet, welcoming tightness eliciting a long, low moan.

As I started to fuck her, I reached around her body with one arm so that I could touch her clit. I fucked her slowly at first and, gradually, as I could feel her arousal building up I started to fuck her faster and faster. All the time I circled my finger on her tiny little hard clit.

"Oh god yes, keep going, keep going," she cried. She was thrusting her own hips back and forth, pressing her ass back against my belly on each stroke of my cock in her cunt.

"Oh my god, Rep, I'm going to cum."

"Shout out, I want to hear you cumming."

Then her orgasm hit and she screamed out, a long, loud howl of joy echoing into the miles of wilderness around us as her body flooded with the ecstasy of her orgasm.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she panted.

As her climax continued, I fucked her slowly and gently, while I continued to lightly rub her clit, until eventually her body relaxed. She pushed her knees back so that she was lying flat on her face on the sleeping bag, my cock still inside her. I moved my knees outside her legs as she brought them together. I could feel her squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles as I started to thrust into her again.

"I'm nearly there," I told her.

"I want to hear you scream too."

My orgasm rose up within me. As I started to cum I howled out like a wolf while I felt the warm jets spurting deep into her pussy. I lay there on her back for a moment, squashing her against the ground. I relished the last feeling of my cock inside her pussy before I slowly pulled out and rolled off to one side.

"Wow," she said, "that was something. Especially out here where nobody can hear us no matter how much noise we make."

I went and got her sleeping bag from her tent, and opened it out on top of us. We lay there in each other's arms.

"Look at the stars," I said. Out in the wilderness, far from city lights, the sky is blacker and the stars are unbelievably intense.

"It makes it feel like we are the only two people in the world," she said.

"We may not be the only two people in the world, but it is certainly wonderful that we are the only two people for miles and we managed to find each other."

"Not to mention unexpected. I've never had sex with a man the same day I met him, never had a one night stand."

I felt a sense of disappointment that she was already thinking of this as a one night stand, but in my heart I knew it would be. We would go back to the real world and never meet again, maybe never even know each other's names. We kissed goodnight and were soon asleep in each other's arms.

Mornings in the mountains are cold and, of course, the fire had gone out during the night. We woke up as it started to get light. Somehow it felt different in the clinical light of day, as opposed to snuggling together in the darkness with the orange glow from the fire. We cuddled together against the cold, entwining our naked legs to keep warm. I could feel the soft fuzz of her pubes against my thigh, could feel my soft cock against hers.

"That was so special last night," she said.

"Yes," I agreed. "So are you going to tell me where you live?"

"No. I'll tell you what. Maybe we should meet up here again, 6 months from today."

"What, like in that movie? What's it called? Before Sunrise."

"Yes. Something like that."

"Everywhere will be covered with snow since it will be winter. I am not hiking two days out to here on the off-chance that we both manage to even find this spot. In the movie they just had to meet in a railway station and they couldn't even manage that."

The water boiled and I made some coffee. As the sun got higher in the sky we had some breakfast. We sat there on the sleeping bags, our upper halves still in shirts and fleeces, our lower halves still naked, drinking coffee and eating granola. We both seemed to be putting off the moment when we put our pants back on and the sexuality of our relationship would start to fade. As I ate my breakfast I stole little glances at the wispy blonde hair of her pubes and little the tongue of pink nestling in the top of her slit. I saw her glancing similarly at my cock.

Once we were packed up we headed off down the trail. We reached the point that the trail divided, one way to the trailhead and the other back into the wilderness.

"Are you going to come to the trailhead with me?" she asked. But she already knew the answer.

"Too much real life for me there."

We kissed for a last time.

"Goodbye Rep," she said.

"Goodbye Headmistress."

She turned and went down toward the trailhead as I started on the switchbacks up to the ridge. I turned after half-an-hour and she was just about to vanish over the curve of the hill. We waved to each other.

Of course with no way of contacting each other I assumed we would never meet again. Ships passing in the night. As the girl says in that Before Sunrise movie: it's a sort of fantasy, you meet a girl, you fuck her and then you never see her again.

However, I also knew she had changed me. My days of wandering in the wilderness would soon be over and I was ready to start to rebuild my life, ready to go back to work, ready for a new girlfriend. I'd always be grateful to her whoever she was.

Near Death Experience

I don't really remember the details. The oncoming headlights, the inevitability, the thought that I would die, the thought that my wife died the same way, the crash, the airbags, the flashing lights of the police, the broken bones. I passed out, or they gave me morphine, or both.

I woke up in a hospital. Bright lights everywhere. Beeping machines. A tube down my throat. Intensive care unit, maybe. Initially I'd forgotten everything about the crash so I had no idea why I was there.

A nurse came over. "You are awake," she said. She sounded surprised, which I didn't think was a good thing. "I'll go and get the doctor."

I closed my eyes. It was too hard concentrating and my body still felt like I'd been put though a concrete mixer.

I opened my eyes. I was hallucinating. There was the Headmistress. It was too much to take in so I promptly shut them again. I faded back into the blackness of unconsciousness.

When I next came too, I was alone. The tube down my throat was uncomfortable, the noise of all the machines beside my bed made me feel like I was on Star Trek. I closed my eyes. It was all too much to think about. Plus I ached all over. I tried to inventory my body. At least I seemed to have all my limbs but there seemed to be large amounts of plaster. I fell asleep again.

Later that day I was mostly awake, no longer drifting in and out of consciousness. They pulled the tubes out of me and moved me to a normal room, although I still had an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose.

I was starting to remember the crash, the truck veering across the road, me swerving to avoid it unsuccessfully. Someone must have called 911 because the next thing I knew was flashing lights everywhere. Police, fire-trucks, ambulances. Then nothing until I woke up in hospital.

Suddenly the door to my room opened. A woman walked in. A doctor. Wearing a white coat, a stethoscope around her neck. She looked like the Headmistress. Definitely. Could she be the Headmistress? It just didn't make any sense. Was my brain fucked up? I tried to say something but I couldn't really talk with the oxygen mask.

"Hi, Stephen," she said. "You are lucky to be alive."

My mind was reeling, trying to work out what was going on.

"I know you can't talk with the mask but I know what your first question would be. I'm not a headmistress," she said. "Nor in public relations or a teacher. I'm an orthopedic surgeon. I was on duty when they brought you in. My name is Ainsley but you'd better call me Dr Winston in here."

She picked up the chart at the end of my bed and wrote something on it. Then she adjusted some machine at the side of my bed. As she did all her doctor stuff she kept talking to me.

"You aren't going to be hiking this summer I'm afraid. Walking without crutches will be a good enough goal. It will take a bit of time but you should be completely fine in the end."

That was a relief. At that point I was worried I might end up in a wheelchair.

"I'd love to stay longer but I've got lots of other patients," she said. "I'm going to let you sleep now but I'll be back later."

Even with all the pain and the drugs swirling around in me it was all starting to make sense. The Headmistress had put me back together again. Probably saved my life. I was going to be OK. Time for another sleep.

When I awoke the mask over my mouth and nose had gone. I guess my breathing and all was back in full working order. It was nice to be able to talk to the nurses.

Dr Winston, the Headmistress as I couldn't avoid thinking of her, came in.

"How are you feeling?"

"It only hurts when I laugh, as the old joke goes. But to be honest, a lot better. How bad is it?"

"You've broken both legs, several ribs, broken elbow and a collar bone. Some internal injury but it seems all under control now. You lost a lot of blood. No infection. More stitches than you want to count."

"Just a scratch then."

"Well, a few broken bones isn't too bad when you consider the alternative."

"I guess. How about my, you know." I whispered. "My cock."

"Your penis? It should be in full working order although you have a catheter in it right now. Talking of which, tomorrow I'll introduce you to your new doctor."

"But I want you to continue to be my doctor, Headmistress. Dr Winston I mean."

"It's an ethics thing. We aren't allowed to treat our own relatives."

"But I'm not a relative."

"We're not allowed to have sex with our patients either."

"Ah."

"Your choice," she said with a smirk.

"I'll take the new doctor. And the...benefits."

I was in hospital for another week or so, gradually returning to normal. Well, if normal included hobbling around on crutches. But I was eating regular food, going to the normal bathroom and starting to be able to think clearly. My new doctor seemed competent but I guess the worst was over and pretty much anyone could have done the job.

I was dozing off late one night when the door opened. I could see it was the Headmistress from the light in the corridor and then the door closed again. She didn't turn the light on. I felt her hand on my chest and then her lips pressed up against mine.

"Oh Stephen," she said. She slipped her hand down underneath the sheets. "It won't be this summer. But next summer we can go to the wilderness again."

For a moment I thought she meant that we wouldn't have sex for over a year. Then her hand slipped into my pajamas and closed around my soft cock.

"But we won't wait that long, will we?" She gently stroked me. I started to harden in her hand. I reached out with my one good arm. She pushed down her pants, those pale green ugly hospital pants. Scrubs I think they call them.

"I can't wait for you to be well enough to fuck," she whispered. "See how turned on you've made me."

She guided my hand between her legs. She wore no panties. My finger pushed between her lips. She was sopping wet.

"Oh God, I shouldn't be doing this," she moaned. I curled my finger up between her lips into her pussy. The pad of my thumb pressed against her tiny little hard clit. I started to rub her gently.

She took her hand out from under the sheets, reached into a pocket and squeezed something onto her hand. When she next touched my cock she was all slick and slippery. She started to stroke me. I finger fucked her as best I could lying there unable to get into an ideal position, my finger sliding back and forth inside her and my thumb stroking back and forth over her clit.

"Oh Stephen, keep going, that feels wonderful. Oh fuck I'm going to cum, I can't believe it."

Suddenly she reached down and grabbed my hand, thrusting it roughly against the folds of her sex. Her body stiffened and she arched her back. She groaned as her orgasm hit her. She rubbed my hand against her sex. I could feel her orgasm build up and die away as her cunt squeezed my finger inside her.

"Wow, that was intense," she said quietly. "Now I want you to come for me."

"Just keep going Headmistress and I will."

"They are going to discharge you tomorrow."

"I'm going to discharge myself any moment now," I said laughing.

She started to stroke me a little faster, grasping my hard cock in her greasy fist. "Cum for me Stephen. I want to feel your cock jerk in my hand."

"Keep going, keep going, oh god I'm cumming."

She stroked me faster as I started to orgasm. I could feel my body pumping cum, probably making a horrible mess under the bedclothes.

Once my body was quiet she pulled her hand out. She put her hand to her mouth, tasting a little of my cum for the first time. I pulled my hand from her scrubs. I could smell her arousal on my fingers.

"So do you have someone to drive you home tomorrow? A relative." she asked.

"No, not really. I can find someone I'm sure though."

"Don't worry," she said. "I'll do it."

She looked at her watch. "I must go before I get caught," she said suddenly. The door opened again and she was gone. About a minute later a nurse came in on her rounds checking I was OK.

Going Home

The next day the Headmistress drove me home. With the crutches and her help I was soon lying on my bed.

"Let's get you out of these," she said, starting to unbutton my shirt. With the plaster, getting me out of my clothes was a rather more extended exercise than usual. I was wearing clothes that had been ripped open along the seams and then ties had been added. Soon she had me naked, lying on my back on the bed.

I looked at her standing there, fully dressed. I started to imagine, remember really, what her body looked like underneath. I could feel my cock starting to harden. I wanted to see her naked. As if she could read my mind she slowly started to undress, slipping out of her clothes until she was just wearing a bra and a pair of white panties. She reached behind and unclipped the bra but held it against her breasts with one hand.

"Do you want to see them?" she teased.

I'd never seen her breasts. I'd stroked them but it had been too cold to get completely naked in the wilderness.

"Oh yes, you know I do."

Slowly she lowered the bra and those wonderful breasts came into view.

"Do you want to lick them?" she said as she bent over the bed and lowered one of her dark red nipples into my mouth. I gently bit down on it, feeling it harden. With the tip of my tongue I caressed the hard fleshy point.

"Oh god yes," she moaned. She stood up again and this time when she bent forward she rested her head on my stomach. She blocked my view so I couldn't really see what she was doing when suddenly I felt the tip of her tongue caressing the head of my cock. She started by just teasing me with her tongue and then she moved her head down a little so that her lips wrapped around the rim of my cockhead. Her mouth felt deliciously warm and wet. She continued to swirl her tongue around my knob as her lips gently massaged the very top of my shaft. If I'd been less incapacitated I'd have jerked my hips forward and thrust my cock deep into her mouth, but since it was difficult to move all I could do was endure the frustration as she slowly, oh so slowly, gradually took a little bit more of me into her hot mouth. I had no idea if it had anything to do with her experience as a doctor, or perhaps her experience sucking other cocks, but she knew exactly how slowly she could go, keeping me on a fever pitch of arousal without quite delivering what my cock ached and desired.

As she finally moved her mouth further down my shaft, I felt her fingers start to caress my balls. She started to fuck me, rhythmically moving the ring of her lips up and down the top of my cock shaft, rhythmically rolling her tongue around my knob, rhythmically moving her fingers across my ball-sack.

I could feel my climax building up inside me and I knew she could feel it too. But she didn't speed up, did nothing to accelerate me to the moment of release. If anything she slowed down a little, so that I crept slowly infinitesimally slowly towards that wonderful explosive flash-point. I could feel my balls tightening under her fingers. My cockhead felt like it was swelling to fill her mouth. My body was taut like a drum.

My climax felt like it was rushing from my balls through my body and up my cock. Suddenly I was cumming, my cock was jerking in her mouth, pumping jets of white jism into the back of her throat. She didn't break her rhythm at all, just kept sliding her lips up and down my cock and wiping my cum from my knob with her tongue as my body fired spurt after spurt into her mouth, first explosively hard and then gradually dying down to those last faint squirts.

She stood up and swallowed everything. I lay there looking at her, dressed in just the white thong panties, her breasts heaving with desire. She turned and left the room. I wondered where she had gone until she returned with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. With all the plaster I couldn't take a shower. Instead, she lovingly washed me all over. When she was done she took the bowl away.

When she returned she stood beside the bed looking at me. I could feel my cock starting to stir again already at the sight of her wonderful nearly naked body. She put her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down slowly. Slowly the sparse blonde wisps of her pubic hair came into view, and then the beginning of the slit of her sex. And then she let the panties fall to the floor.

"Are you going to get hard again for me?" she said as she grasped my cock.

She moved onto the bed and squatted on my hips, pressing her fleshy lips onto my hardening cock. She moved her hips back and forth a little, massaging my cock with her wet labia. When I was completely hard she moved her body slightly and I felt the point of my cock nestling in her entrance. Then she pushed back and took me into her in one long slow firm movement until her body was pressed against mine and I was completely buried in her cunt.

She started to move on me. I made a faint effort to move my hips and at least contribute something.

"No," she said. "Just let me fuck you. You don't have to do anything. Once you are all healed you can take over and fuck me however you want."

"Take you like a man," I said laughing.

"I'm looking forward to it. But first we have to finish fixing you."

So I lay back and let her do everything. It was wonderful just lying there having this beautiful woman dedicating herself to giving me pleasure. Not to mention giving herself pleasure of course. She reached down and started to finger herself as she fucked me. With her other hand she caressed one of her nipples, big and red as a raspberry and much harder. My own personal porno movie. Her eyes were closed as I could sense her arousal building up.

She thrust her hips back and forth a few times hard and fast and then I could tell she was cumming. "Oh fuck yes," she squealed. She moved more slowly, using my cock to power her orgasm as it slid back and forth in her throbbing pussy like a steam-engine's piston.

She bent forward and kissed me, taking care not to put her weight on parts of my body that couldn't take it.

"Oh Stephen," she said, breaking the kiss. "I don't really believe in fate but how else to explain that you nearly get killed and somehow you end up that it is me that has to put you back together again."

"Sure beats all the king's horses and all the king's men."

"Anyway I'm going to make sure that you get all better." She squeezed her cunt onto my cock as she said it. She kissed me again, driving her tongue into my mouth as her hips rose and fell on my cock. I could feel her breasts resting lightly on my chest as she continued to fuck me, slowly and deliberately, letting my climax wind up inside me. Somehow she knew exactly when I was about to cum.

"Oh yes, cum for me Stephen. I want to feel your cum inside me."

A few more thrusts of her hips and I started to climax. I felt the first warm jet of cum power into her pussy.

"Oh yes, that feels so good," she moaned as she worked her pussy on my cock until my orgasm finally faded away and she had emptied me. She didn't roll off me, she just lay there, my cock slowly softening inside her.

Most days Ainslie would come around to my house. The hours she worked were weird but she stayed the night when she could. Gradually, it seemed as if she was almost moved in with me. One of the rails in my closet seemed to be completely full of her clothes.

Gradually I got stronger. The plaster came off. Then I could walk without crutches. Then without a limp. Then for miles at a time. I went back to work finally, both physically and mentally over both my wife's death and my own near-death.

Of course I also got so I could do more than lie helplessly on my back while Ainslie fucked me. I started to repay the debt she'd built up with all the effort that she'd made during my recovery.

Return to the Wilderness

Most people go to Hawaii or the Caribbean for their honeymoon. But when Ainslie and I got married there was only one place we could possibly choose. Tropical islands could wait a couple of days.

"It's about a mile or two up this trail, remember?" I said. "This is almost exactly the spot that we first met that day."

When we arrived at the campsite we were relieved to find that we were alone. We built a campfire once again. We were better prepared than the previous time. We had two good quality sleeping bags that zipped together to make a big double bag, warm enough that we wouldn't need to keep any clothes on.

Sex is always different after the first time. When we met here, neither of us planned to have sex, it just sort of happened. We never expected to have sex together again. We would have to the memories of that special evening, sex with a stranger whose name we didn't know. Then when fate threw us together again, it seemed like it would be going against nature if we didn't have sex again. Not to mention we both had a strong desire to and no reason not to do so.

The night before, in the hotel after the wedding reception, we'd deliberately not had sex. On our wedding night no less. Who doesn't have sex on their wedding night? But we wanted our first time as a married couple to be here, where we met, where the uncanny series of events started to unfold. So for our first night we just cuddled and talked about what it was going to be like up here in the mountains.

We left early the next morning so that we had time to make it to the campsite before it went dark, our rucksacks all packed a few days before the insanity of the wedding itself.

At the campsite I got out the sleeping bags and lay them on the groundsheet. We hadn't bothered with a tent. There is nothing quite like sleeping under the stars far from any city lights. I opened a bottle of wine, another luxury that wouldn't justify its weight if we were out for more than one night. I poured us both a glass—well a plastic cup—and we both drank.

"You'd better turn away so I can slip out of these shorts," Ainslie said just as she had the first night. Once again I pretended to turn away and watched out of the corner of my eye as she undressed completely. She came and sat back on the sleeping bags beside me, now totally naked. The sun had only just gone below the horizon so it was still reasonably warm.

"You are a bit over-dressed," she said as she unzipped my shorts. She bent forward and I felt my cock enveloped in the warm wetness of her mouth. She lifted her head up briefly. "And you are a bit soft," she said before she started to use her tongue to remedy the problem. I pulled my shirt off over my head. I was now hard. I lifted up my ass and she pulled my shorts and underwear down and I, too, was naked.

I moved so that I could kiss her while she continued to lick me. She spread her legs for me and I once again gazed on her prominent pussy lips that I'd first seen on almost this very spot. Unfamiliar then but now no longer. I felt her body shudder as my tongue lightly probed the folds of her pussy. We lay there like that for a time, my tongue buried in her pussy, teasing her clit, hovering in the entrance to her cunt. She was meanwhile licking my cock, taking my cockhead into the back of her throat.

Sex once you are familiar with another person's body is very different from the first time. Knowing exactly what the other person likes means you know just what to do. But somehow it also lacks the spontaneity and novelty that comes with exploring a person's body for the first time, discovering what they like and how they respond. The freshness a substitute for familiarity.

She pushed me onto my back like she had that first day we'd come home from the hospital. Only the second time we'd had sex. She moved up my body and I could feel my cock nestling in her entrance. She pushed back a little and I felt my cock just start to enter her, enter what was now my wife's body not my doctor's like that time. She pushed back a little more. I knew then that she loved to go on top, loved the feeling that she was fucking me rather than being fucked by me. All those days in plaster had been really special for us both. She sat up and I slipped completely inside her.

I reached up and caressed her breasts as she started to move her hips, fucking me in a leisurely way. That first night here had been primitive, two animals with an urge to mate out in the wilderness. This time it was more loving. Nobody would be pretending to be a wolf tonight.

I reached forward and positioned a finger between her legs. I didn't need to do much. As she moved her hips back and forth her clit slid across my fingertip, a little hard point that was now familiar.

"Oh wow," she moaned. "I'm going to have my first married orgasm." She arched her back and stopped moving her hips. I continued to finger her clit as she glowed with pleasure. Then she started to fuck me again, moving her hips so that my cock moved inside her in mysterious and wonderful ways.

"Cum for me Stephen," she said. Another difference from our first time when we didn't even know each other's names.

She squeezed her cunt around my cock like a tight glove. A few more thrusts of her hips and I felt myself start to cum. A strong spurt of cum exploded from my cock deep into her pussy.

"Oh yes," she said as she kept moving her hips while my body emptied into hers.

While we had been having sex, the temperature had dropped and with the sheen of sweat from our exertions we suddenly realized we were chilly. We rolled into the sleeping bags, husband and wife.

In the morning we would have sex again, and then go back to the trailhead to our second honeymoon in the islands before we came back to our new life together.

What an amazing journey it had been. With just a few crashes along the way.