Mia Goes to Yosemite

I dislike Heathrow, London's airport. There always seems to be major construction everywhere, plus too many people, and the endless escalators and people movers. I had been in the club area, pre-gaming with a couple of glasses of wine, but finally it was time to board.

I worked my way up the aisle of the plane. I had an aisle seat, but when I got close, but not close enough to see my exact row, there were two possibilities. First, there was an overweight couple with an empty aisle seat. The row behind had a pretty girl by the window, and two empty seats. I hoped it was my lucky day.

And it was. I put my rollabord in the overhead compartment, put my computer bag under the seat in front, and sat down. I got out my phone and checked nothing urgent had come up. Also, I didn't want to talk to the girl immediately. It is annoying, not to mention off-putting, to insist on talking at the start of a long plane flight if the other person wants solitude.

Gradually the aisle cleared as the last passengers seemed to be getting on.

"I hope this seat stays empty," I said to the girl.

"It will," she said. Even though she'd only said a couple of words, I could tell immediately she was English.

"You're clairvoyant? Or so rich you booked two seats?"

"Well, we did sort of book two seats. But not because I'm rich. I'm just a student."

I turned to look at her. She had unusual dark red hair, a sort of mahogany color. Early twenties in age, I guessed. A pretty face. She was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt that curved attractively over her medium sized breasts. Jeans that probably showed off her ass nicely—except that she was sitting down so I couldn't really see. Her eyes were blue, which with her red hair made her look slightly exotic.

"So your friend's sick?" I guessed.

She paused, obviously wondering how much to say. "I dumped him."

"Why?" I said, without thinking.

She laughed. "Long story."

"It's a long flight," I said.

"Maybe later," she said. "There's no point unless..." Her voice fell away.

"Unless what?"

"I suppose I just meant that there's not much point in telling you, unless I tell you the whole story. But it's personal, obviously. I don't know you."

"Well, let's fix that right now. I'm Patrick." I held out my hand across the empty seat between us.

"Mia," she said, shaking my hand. "Pleased to meet you." She sounded even more English going through the banal formalities of introductions.

They started the video to give us the safety briefing. I sat quietly and didn't try and talk to her over the top of it.

I read for a bit once the plane took off, but I could sense Mia's shyness. She wanted to talk but wasn't brave enough to simply start a conversation. As a pretty girl, she probably never had to start a conversation, with a man at least, just carry on a conversation once a guy approached her.

I put down my book.

"So you're a student. What do you study?"

"Economics. I'm doing my masters."

"Good choice. I read somewhere that it has the best balance between well-paid work and effort in college."

"I put a lot of effort in," she said indignantly.

"Yes, but not as much as engineers who have all those labs and stuff. Plus there is a right answer to most things. Makes grade inflation harder."

She laughed. "Tell me. When I was doing my undergrad, those English and History students seemed to get As for filling a few pages with any old text. We have to get the maths right too." She said maths in the plural, the way English people do.

"So why is your boyfriend not in this seat between us?"

She paused, wondering whether to tell me. Finally, she spoke. "Do you want the long version or the short one?"

"Start with the short one. Unless it's really weird, and the short one would miss out too much."

"It's not that weird. The very short version is that I caught him...you know...with one of my friends."

"You can say ‘fucking' you know. I may be twice your age but I'm not at the get-off-my-lawn stage yet."

She laughed. "Okay. I caught him fucking one of my friends. Well, she's an ex-friend now too."

"How did you find out?"

"It was like a slow-motion movie scene. I came home early from work to help get all the packing done. I walked into the bedroom." She paused. "Do you want the details?"

"I love details."

"Okay. Let the transcript record that you asked for it. She was on top of him. I could see him...his..."

I leant over and whispered in Mia's ear. "His cock."

"Oh my god, yes. But I've never said that word on a plane. To a stranger."

"Say it."

"I could see his cock inside her...I guess I have to say this too...inside her pussy."

"What did you do?"

"I lost it. I screamed at them. Told them to get out. That I never wanted to see either of them again. I went to the bathroom and cried. When I came out they were gone. The sight of them is still etched in my brain."

"How do you mean?"

"Him on the bed. Her, naked, straddling him. Her pussy wrapped around him...what I thought of as my cock. Dedicated to me."

"Have you ever seen people having sex before?"

"Not for real. I mean I've seen some porn, of course. I'm not a prude."

"Not as good as seeing it in a threesome."

"Not at all." She thought for a moment. "You know if he'd said he wanted to try a threesome with her, I'd probably have been up for it. I like new experiences."

"Well, you're having a new experience now. Vacation on your own."

"Right. I had a ticket, and I'd already packed my gear, and so I just grabbed my rucksack and left for the airport."

"Gear?"

"We were going to go hiking in Yosemite for a few days."

"You can still go."

"I suppose. But I don't have a sleeping bag and probably some other stuff. That was in his rucksack, which is still back in London."

"I can lend you some stuff."

"You hike too?"

"Yes. I know Yosemite really well, if you want a hiking companion."

"But...don't you have to work."

"I'm my own boss. Which usually just means I work all the hours. But it does mean I can take a couple of days off without needing permission."

"Maybe. Give me the rest of the flight to decide what I'm doing. I've not had time to think yet."

"Where are you staying tonight?"

"We were going to stay with a friend of his. I suppose I could still stay there, although it might be a bit weird. I expect my ex-boyfriend already told him he's not coming."

"I've a spare room," I said.

"But I don't know you."

"Whereas you know this guy you were going to stay with?"

She laughed. "Nope. Never met him. He was just a friend of my boyfriend. They were in primary school together, or something, and then his parents moved to the US."

"So stay with me. If you want, I'll take you hiking. Or show you San Francisco. Or Napa. You've had a shitty couple of days. I'll try and make the next few days perfect."

"I don't know. To meet a guy on the plane and just go off with him. Have you done this before?"

"Invited a girl I met on a plane to stay? No, of course not. I almost never end up sat next to a woman, let alone a young one, let alone an attractive one."

She looked at me with her bright blue eyes, trying to see if I was hitting on her, or just teasing her. She smiled, clearly feeling a bit more comfortable. "Too soon," she said. "I hope you really have a spare room."

"Don't worry. It's not that type of invitation. I really do have a spare room. You can even have your own tent, if we go hiking."

"No," she said immediately. "Too much weight. We only need one."

I realized immediately she was not new to hiking.

"I bet you cut the handle off your toothbrush," I said.

She laughed. "No. I don't go that far. But I am a fanatic about reducing weight."

"Olive oil," I said. "Do you know that trick?"

"No. What is it?"

"Take olive oil. Add it to those dehydrated meals. It adds lots of calories, makes them taste better, and doesn't weigh much. It's a lot lighter than more trail mix."

Neither of us said anything for a moment.

"You said you like new experiences," I said quietly.

She said nothing for a moment. "OK, let's do it. I'll stay at your place. Then we go hiking in Yosemite. I need to get all this stuff out of my system."

"OK. But if I'm going to be able to take a couple of days off, then I need to work for the rest of the flight."

I opened my computer and connected to the WiFi on the plane. I got enough done that I even felt I had time to open up a map of Yosemite. I showed it to Mia and we made a rough plan of where we wanted to go.

Eventually we landed. I threw Mia's rucksack into the back of my SUV along with my rollaboard. Soon we walked into my condo in San Francisco. I carried her bag upstairs and showed her the spare bedroom and the second bathroom.

"Have a shower," I said. "A quick nap if you want. Put some clean clothes on. I'll cook some dinner."

The food was ready by the time Mia came down. She had changed and was now dressed in yoga pants, and a T-shirt. Her red hair was tied back in a pony-tail. She didn't seem to care that I could obviously see she wore no bra. Her breasts moved a little as she walked, and her shirt was thin enough that I could see the dark circles of her areolas. My eyes fell lower and without thinking about it, I found myself checking out the front of her pants, where her mound pushed out the material into a sexy bulge. I pulled my eyes away before she spotted me, and before I started imagining what her pussy must be like.

I poured her a glass of wine and passed it to her.

"I don't drink much," she said.

"Your brain must be going a mile a minute with all that has happened. It's time to relax, slow down. Remember, I promised you a perfect few days. You have to let me be in charge."

She laughed. "That sounds ominous. But actually, relaxing makes it worse. Unpacking. Showering. Changing. Having little things to do took my mind off it. Now..." She paused, and then she suddenly let out a big sob, and burst into tears.

I put my arm around her. She leaned in towards me.

"I'm sorry..." she started to say.

"Shh," I said. "Just cry for a little. You can talk later, if you want."

I held her as her body shook and tears ran down her face. I felt an urge to kiss her, but I resisted. Finally, she pulled herself together, sat up, and took a sip of her wine. I passed her the box of tissues that sat on the table and she wiped her eyes.

"Thank you," she said. "I needed that."

"It won't be the last time," I said.

"I know. I've never had a break-up like this. First, usually I'm the dumper. But usually there's some sign that your relationship's not going well."

"Discovering your boyfriend's cock in your best friend counts as a sign."

She laughed. "Yeah...one second your relationship seems fine, the next second, you know it's over."

We sat there silently for a few moments. She was no longer slumped against me, but my arm was still around her.

"I suppose we'd better go to bed," I said. "We need to get our act together in the morning if we're going to go hiking. It's a four hour drive."

The two of us walked upstairs.

"Are you going to be alright?" I said, as she walked a couple of paces into my spare bedroom.

"I have no idea," she said, turning to face me.

"Well, if you need to be held again, I'm going to leave my bedroom door open. With jetlag I'll probably not even be asleep."

I bent forward, since she was a little shorter than me. I was going to kiss her goodnight on her cheek, but somehow she turned her head slightly and I kissed her on the lips. I wondered whether to kiss her more, but even a short kiss was a promise of more to come. I stepped back.

"That was a surprise," she said.

"Sorry," I said.

"No, I didn't mean that you tried to kiss me. That wasn't a surprise at all. You've been...well, staring at my boobs half the evening. I guess I should've worn a bra. The surprise was that I kissed you."

"It was nice," I said. "Do you want to do it again?"

"You wish," she said, putting up her hand against my chest and gently pushing me away.

"See you in the morning," I said. I pulled her door closed and then went to my own bed. As I had promised, I left the door to my room open. After a full day of travel I was soon asleep.

I woke up when I heard the door to Mia's room open. It was still the middle of the night, still dark. She walked through the doorway into my bedroom. By the streetlights through the curtains, I could see that she was wearing the same t-shirt as earlier. The yoga pants were gone and she wore a plain pair of panties. She slipped under the bedcover.

I moved across the bed and just held her. She started to cry again, less dramatically than before. I just held her and let her cry. I didn't try and kiss her again. I knew she hadn't come to my bed for sex, she'd come for comfort.

Finally, her tears dried up. She was already lying in my arms, so she barely had to move her head to kiss me again on the lips. As earlier, it was more friendly than sexual, but when a half-naked girl kisses you in your bed, thoughts of sex are never that far away.

"Thanks," she said, breaking the kiss. "But..."

"I know," I said.

She laughed. "You've no idea what I was going to say."

"You were going to tell me not to...to fuck you. Although you'd probably have said it more politely."

"Wow. We only met today, but already you can read my mind. Do you promise?"

"I promise I won't fuck you tonight. Even if you ask me to. But you can still relax totally, if you want."

"What do you mean?"

"Take those panties off. I'll do it for you. Or you can do it yourself while I just hold you, if you're too shy to let me touch you there."

We lay there in silence for a moment, with the sexuality of the moment hanging in the air.

"I'll make up a story for you," I said. "Otherwise you'll just think about him. Your ex."

"Okay."

I really didn't know what she was agreeing to. She was too vulnerable for sex, too vulnerable even for a real kiss. But somehow I sensed she would prefer to stay in my bed and let my finger do the work, rather than go back to her own room and do it herself.

"You're in a medieval village in England," I said. I let my hand slide down her side, barely grazing the edge of her breast. "The king has sent out a decree. Every village has to send their prettiest virgin to the big city nearby."

My hand had reached the bottom of her t-shirt. I slid up a little so my fingertips were resting on the bare skin of her stomach. I could feel the tension in her body, sense that she was wondering whether to stop me or not.

"The village chief has organized a meeting in the town square. You don't want to go but your parents insist. The king could destroy everyone's livelihoods if he was disobeyed. So the village chief will punish the whole family if you are not presented. It's not like he doesn't know who all the pretty girls in the village are." As I talked quietly, I gently rubbed the smooth skin of her stomach, gradually getting lower. When I got to the waistband of her panties, I let my fingers slide up onto the fabric, too aggressive to go inside. I could feel the fleshiness of her mound through the thin cotton as I let my fingers get closer to her pussy.

"The half dozen the girls of the village who are old enough but unmarried are in the town square, standing in a row. Like you, they are all terrified. The village chief says that it is not possible to tell who is the prettiest woman clothed. Like the other girls, you slowly undress. You are aware that all the men of the village are there, seeing your naked body for the first time." I pulled my fingers up onto Mia's stomach and this time I slipped under the waistband as I went back down. I could feel a little soft downy pubes. Given that she was a redhead, I wondered just what color they would be.

"The other village girls are all naked now, shivering in the cool air. You still have underwear on. The wife of the village chief comes over and tells you to remove them. But you can't do it. Suddenly she grabs your panties and rips them open and you are naked."

Suddenly, Mia made the decision to commit totally to letting me do this. She lifted her ass up a little, slipped her panties over her hips and kicked them away under the bedcovers. She let her legs fall apart. I moved my fingers down around the curve of her body to the delicate folds of her pussy. She was dripping wet already.

"The village chief and his wife inspect all you naked girls. Meanwhile, the men of the village are all rubbing themselves. Some of them get their cocks out to stroke them. Of course as a virgin in an English village, you have never seen a cock. You can't believe how big they are. You know vaguely how sex works, you've seen animals in the field."

My fingers are sliding up and down Mia's pussy lips, rubbing her wetness around, feeling for the tiny hard point of her clit. When I find it, I start to gently stroke it in a small circular movement.

"The chief and is wife select you. You'll be sent to the king. He'll have your virginity. Then he'll send you back to the village with a bag of gold, so despite being defiled you will be a good choice of wife for a poor villager."

I let my finger slide down between Mia's wet labia. I find the entrance to her body, curl a finger up into her. She lets out a little whimper as I push into her warmth. She holds me tighter as I slowly finger-fuck her.

"The chief says you are so pretty he wants you first. His wife says that's not possible, the village will be destroyed if the king notices you're no longer pure. The chief says he has to have you anyway."

I pulled my finger out of her and let it slip lower until I found the rougher skin that I knew was the pucker of her asshole.

"The wife says that he'll have to use your forbidden hole. You are standing there naked, with no idea what they are talking about."

I started to rub her asshole with the tip of a finger. She let out a sort of purring noise, lost in the feelings that her body was radiating from between her legs. I pushed my finger into her ass.

"Oh yes, you dirty boy," she sighed. Then, as if she had read my mind, she answered my unasked question. "Never," she whispered.

"Two of the village men bend you over the well in the center of the village square. Another two men grab your feet and pull them apart roughly. You have never felt so exposed. The village chief comes up behind you."

I pushed my finger deeper into her ass. She was very tight, my finger could barely move.

"The wife of the village chief bends down and starts to tongue your asshole, getting it ready for her husband."

I pulled my finger from her ass, slowly slid back the length of her pussy until I returned to her clit. A couple of seconds later, her body jerked, she let out a low growl, and her hips started to make little jerking movements.

"Oh my god, it's strong," she gasped as her orgasm set her body on fire and the joy washed over her. I continued to lightly rub her clit as the little waves of pleasure gradually faded. She lay back limply.

"Forget what I said about not fucking me." She kissed me, this time more passionately, pushing her tongue into my mouth. But I pulled away.

"No," I said. "I made a promise."

I knew that there would be another day, and that if I broke my promise she'd feel bad in the morning. But if I kept it, she'd be half in love with me, and her body would be mine to do as I wished. Instead, I decided to give her a second orgasm. I let my finger slide back down to her pussy, then inside her cunt. She was now even wetter than before, with all the liquor of her orgasm. Then I slipped up to her clit again.

"I want it so much," she said, squeezing the words out between little sighs of pleasure as my finger played among the petals of her pussy.

"In the village, the chief is behind you. His wife has pushed her finger into your ass now." I let my own finger slip lower and, once again, pushed it into the tight ring of muscle. She spread her legs wide. I took the invitation and pushed my finger in deeper. She gasped.

"The village chief comes up behind you. His wife stands up and spreads your ass cheeks wide. You can't believe he is going to take you in your ass, you've never heard of such a thing. You scream as he roughly forces his cock into you, making no effort to go slowly."

I roughly pushed two more fingers into Mia's ass. Just as in the story, she squealed in surprise. Then she came a second time. I knew without asking that she'd never cum from anal play before.

"Oh my god, don't stop, I can't believe it, fuck, fuck, oh god this is so dirty." A stream of obscenities poured from her mouth as her orgasm, a smaller one this time, flooded her body with pleasure. She held me tight and rode the waves of pleasure as I worked three fingers into her virgin ass.

When her orgasm waned, I pulled my fingers from her. I slid my hand up her t-shirt and held one of her bare breasts. She held me tightly as I kissed her. This time I let my tongue play with hers.

We broke the kiss.

"Make another promise," she said.

I knew that this time she wanted me to promise to do the next day what I'd promised not to do that night.

"I promise," I said.

"Are you sure you're promising what I want?"

I laughed. "I promise I'll do everything you want. And more."

"I can see I'm going to regret saying I like new experiences."

"You've really never done anal?"

"Nope."

"You will."

"I know."

Eventually, we just lay there in each other's arms. I realized after a few minutes that she was asleep. Our hiking trip was clearly going to be more fun than I'd originally expected.

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