Snowy Pass

Trapper

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"Damn," I said to myself. "This is getting a little hairy, I should have paid more attention to the weather itself than to that stupid weather report."

I was heading north over Willamette pass. Most of the early fall the pass is snow free. Now it was not exactly closed off, but as I neared the top the 3 inches of snow was quickly headed to 4 and from the looks of the sky and the way the wind was picking up, a blizzard and lots more of the white stuff was coming this way.

I took stock of my situation as I drove slowly. I was only a mile or two from the crest and then it was down hill. No problem with traction to keep moving, but I had to wonder if my all-weather duals would keep me from skidding into a ditch, or worse. The pass had plenty of huge drop offs all along its route. Deep enough you wouldn’t be found until spring if you went off.

My camper was 24 feet long, it had dual tires, lots of gas, including 20 gallons in cans, two full 40 gallon propane bottles, a propane heater, refrigerator-freezer and stove. I was well provisioned and even had a pistol, rifle, snowshoes, sleeping bag, pack and survival gear. I decided to make the crest and head down into Oakridge. Maybe the wind would die down on the other side and maybe it wasn’t snowing so hard over on the valley side. It would be about 40 or 50 miles down over the top to where the snow would stop. It was double that back the other way and then I would be stuck in the central or eastern part of the state.

"Damn," I cursed, the snow was just as bad on the other side or the crest, so was the wind. I pushed the old camper as fast as I could, which was about 15 to 20 miles per hour. If I could keep this up I could make it to down snowline in two hours. The snow was piling up fast though, it was 6 inches deep now and coming down so fast I got dizzy looking out the windshield.

I saw movement out on the side of the road and took my foot of the gas to slow down, expecting to see a vehicle in the ditch. I saw a blonde head duck down into the snowy ditch. Slowly I pulled to a stop and got out. With the engine shut off it was eerie, the wind screamed through the trees, snow stung my face. It was about 25 above out here, but the chill factor with this wind made it at least 10 below.

Walking over to the ditch I saw a form ducked down and huddled in the twilight. It looked like a woman or young girl, squatted down, head bent to keep the snow out of her face.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" "Oh, damn, you scared the hell out of me" she screeched. "Come on, get out of there before you freeze. Did you put your car in the ditch?" I asked her. "No, I’m hitching," she retorted. "Well you stop to squat and pee or what the hell you doing in the ditch?" I asked her.

"Hiding from jerks, or a jerk, who tried to rape me," she snapped. "He came back twice looking for me so I stayed on the shoulder waiting for a ride. He had a camper, sort of like yours," she told me. "Well, I’m not him and this snow is the worst I ever seen and I’ve driven this pass for 20 years. Get in or freeze to death." I told her.

By the time I shook the snow off and got the side door open another inch of snow had fallen. I could only see 40 or 50 feet. Shit, this was looking bad. I heard her boots crunch snow as she approached and hesitantly climbed up the steps. "Damn, girl, get in, we’re in deep shit, or rather snow. We have to move and move quick", I told her.

She sat in the passenger seat clinging to the armrests as we snaked down the winding snow packed highway, 5 miles per hour was it. I couldn’t over drive my lights and it was really snowing hard now. I could barely see the shoulder and guardrails; since we were the only traffic on the pass, I drove right down the middle of the road, one foot hovering over the brake.

We leveled off suddenly and I found I could make headway. The snow was about 14 or 16 inches deep. The old camper could barely make headway. We drove into a big cut and the snow wasn’t so bad here. It was only 6 inches deep and the wind wasn’t so bad. I recognized the place. There was a short turnoff ahead to a couple of lakes and a cut off to the high lakes area. More importantly, the road went into a bowl inside high cliffs near a small lake. There was a big picnic shelter, tables, water pump and camping spaces there. I knew the snow would pile up there too, but not as fast and not as deep as it would down below us or from where we had just crawled down from.

"We got to hole up. The snow won’t be so bad in this area. We got 20 more miles of what we just went through once we round the point up ahead. If we go off the road, were probably going to die," I told her flatly. "Damn, where can we hide out, this is a really bad blizzard, I’m scared," she replied. "There’s a campground up this road about a quarter mile," I told her. "I’m going to pull in there and wait for the plows."

The road into the campground was no problem. I pulled in and drove over to the big shelter. I could see almost bare ground behind it. Slowly, I pulled in behind the big log wall. It was a good windbreak and it was level. It was a hell of a lot safer than the suicide run getting to the valley was turning out to be. The sneaky storm had surprised everyone, including me.

I turned on the propane furnace and put on a teapot. The radio reception was marginal, lots of static. I got out some teabags, pulled out my stash of Maui Wowie and rolled a joint.

"How long we going to be here," she asked. Looking up I got my first good look at her. With her heavy coat, scarf and gloves off she was a lot smaller than she appeared earlier. It was her age that startled me though. "How old are you and what the hell you doing hitching over the pass?" I asked her point blank. "How fucking long?" she demanded.

"Two, four days, a week, don’t know. This pass gets snowed in it’s hard to open back up again. They won’t plow until the snow stops or really slows down. If it hits 4 or 5 feet, which it looks like it might, then 4 days or more at least." I told her.

"Damn, you got enough food and water, what about a toilet? She asked. I nodded to the door in the back corner. "Back there." Quickly she turned, grabbed her pack and went into the small bathroom.

The radio suddenly came in clear. The news was on. I listened closely for the weather. "……..no sign of a missing 16 year old girl from Bend, Chrissie Mathews is listed as a runaway but could have been abducted. Her mother reported her missing yesterday morning. Also missing is the mother’s boyfriend. Police are on the lookout for his vehicle. Chrissie is 16, 5 foot 5 inches tall, medium length blonde hair, 115 pounds."

I looked up and saw her looking at me with the deer in the headlights look on her face. Shit, I had a runaway with me. This could be real trouble.

"The sudden snowstorm in the Cascades baffled weathermen. A cold front from Canada apparently mixed with a warm onshore wind and created the blizzard. The low was expected to continue north along the coast. Heavy snow is forecast for at least the next two days. At this time the summit reports over 24 inches of snow, another 24 is expected by tomorrow night." The guy droned on for another minute, then the radio went pure static as the wind started howling again.

"Want to tell me about it? "I asked. "One of Mom’s boyfriends gave me a ride to my girlfriends house. On the way over he pulled over and tried to get me to give him a blowjob. When he got out to piss I drove off, went home, packed up and headed towards the valley. I put his car in the ditch when I hit snow. It’s buried; no one will find it for days. I don’t know where the bastard is, probably out with his drunken buddies looking for me," she said matter-of-factly. "The asshole was getting out of hand, mom wouldn’t listen to me, I knew it was only a matter of time before he would rape me while she was at work."

"I hitched a ride with a camper something like this one. The old fart stopped and pulled his dick out, he demanded I get on my knees and suck him off for the ride. I jumped out about a mile from where you picked me up. He came back a couple times looking for me. You came along, end of story." She told me.

"Damn, a runaway, I don’t need the trouble. You are what is known as jailbait," I told her. "Well, keep your hands off and you won’t have any problem," she told me.

"Don’t worry sweetie, I’m not going to go to jail over you. But, chances are we will get a visit from the state bulls when the plows find us hidden in here.

Her head snapped up, "you serious?" she asked. "Sure, the cops patrol with 4 wheel drive and snow machines if a car goes missing. If no one reports a car overdue, maybe they won’t be checking. But, they usually do check the highway just to make sure no one is stuck in a ditch. People die up here when they get stuck, sometimes their exhaust gets diverted into the vehicle when it’s stuck as the snow builds up around it," I told her.

Suddenly she burst out with the whole story. "I hit the fucker. I hit him with a big metal flashlight, right over the head, a couple times," she said. "He pulled over in the woods and told me I was going to suck his cock and my mom wouldn’t believe me if I told on him. He pulled his cock out, grabbed my hair and forced me to put it in my mouth. I did what he wanted and when the bastard finished, he leaned back with his eyes closed. I grabbed the flashlight off the floor and beat the fuck out of him. He was all bloody and either dead or knocked out. I shoved him out of the car and drove home. You know the rest of the story," she told me.

Damn, jailbait, fugitive, what the hell had I got myself into. I believed her though and as I looked her over I decided I would have to cool my jets. She was a looker, had at least 36-inch tits and long legs. Damn, this was looking like it was going to be quite an interesting couple of days.

We drank our tea, she smoked a joint with me and then I told her I was going to bed.

I had remodeled the old camper and it now had one bed instead of two. The cab over bed was converted to linen and clothing storage. I walked into the back bedroom, turned up the heat and stripped to my underwear. "There are blankets in the overhead, help yourself to a piece of the floor," I hollered out to her. I thought about sleeping with my underwear on, normally I sleep in the buff. Shit, I wasn’t going to alter my routine for the little fugitive. I stripped off and snuggled under the heavy quilt.

"Hey, the floor is hard, can I sleep in here or how about trading places," she asked. I turned on the bedside lamp. "Damn girl, where’s, where’s your clothes," I stuttered. "I’m sleeping in my T-shirt," she told me. I could see her fuzzy blonde pubes where her blanket had snagged the hem and pulled it up. Her tits showed right through the worn old cotton shirt. So did the shadow of her muff. Looking down at what I was staring at, she gasped and pulled the blanket over her front. "Get out of the bed and sleep in the chair, I can’t sleep in there," she demanded. "No way honey, this is my camper, my bed. "Get out," she demanded as she jerked the blankets off me.

Now I should take time to tell you old Willie had awaken when she pranced in so sassy and almost naked. He was now standing tall ready to report for duty if he got any attention. She gasped and dropped the blanked when she saw him. "Fucking pervert, don’t you try to rape me," she screeched as she pulled a knife out from under the blanket. Without even thinking I slapped her hand. The knife flew across the room, she screamed and I grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed. "Enough of this shit girlie. You want to sleep here; you have to share the bed. "Get some clothes on then," she demanded. Without a word I flipped the blankets back and got up. I grabbed an old robe out of the closet and went out into the living quarters. I fired up another pot of tea and another joint.

I sat there in the overstuffed chair and glared at her standing with her blanket. She came back in, poured herself a cup, one for me, and grabbed the joint. When she sat down the blanket slid off her knees. I could see prime little blonde beaver. Her lightly furred slit was right there in my face. She looked down to see what I was looking at and hurriedly pulled the blanket over her knees.

"Gees, girly, you are really pushing this rape thing," I told her. You show me your tits, twice you flash your little teen beaver and you keep telling me to behave. What do you want and what did you do to your mom’s boyfriend to excite him. Was it a case of beaver shots for the boyfriend and it got out of hand?" I asked her. "Fuck you asshole," she snarled. I never asked for it, he was always trying to peek at me in the bathroom, while I was getting dressed or in the shower. He would try to pull my skirt up and put his hands in my panties. I never asked for anything," and she burst into tears.

"OK, OK, calm down. Here have another hit. How about a shot of whiskey to calm you down?" I asked her.

We sat until early the next morning, sipping shots, smoking the dynamite weed and drinking tea. She told me all about her tough life with a drunken mom who brought home bums from low life bars constantly and how they had molested her from an early age. She had fought them all off from raping her. That’s how she learned to give a blowjob, it distracted the drunks from raping her. She also stayed away from home all she could.

Working at restaurants the past couple years she had stashed money so she could run away when she hit 16. When summer hit she would have left. She didn’t think her mother would care. "She probably wouldn’t have called the cops if her boyfriend had showed up," she told me. "Probably thinks I ran away with him and she’s pissed."

The wind had died down a bit and it was almost calm. I looked out the window and saw nothing but white, on the ground and in the air. The storm was still here, even if the wind had died a bit. The radio came back in with the calm.

The news came back on. The boyfriend was claiming she bashed his head, robbed him, stole his car and left him to freeze to death. The police had found him staggering down a road, nearly frozen, and raving mad. Now she was a fugitive and a runaway for sure; and she was definitely still jailbait!

About 5 a.m. the radio went to shit as the wind began to howl. I turned it off and went to bed. "Turn the light off when you sack out," I told her. The light in the living area went out and she came through the bedroom door. Looking me right in the eye, she dropped the blanket and pulled the covers back. Willie was asleep, but starting to stir under her inquisitive gaze. She slipped the shirt off and Willie woke right up. "Geeees Ussss," I whispered. She was a modern day Venus, what a body. So damn beautiful, so damn built. "Don’t get any ideas dude, I sleep in the nude too and I’m not sleeping on the hard fucking floor," she told me. With that she slipped under the covers and turned out the light.

About 6 a.m. I felt her push her beautiful round little ass up against me. She ground it into me as she pushed. Willie jumped up and began to twitch. She was sound asleep and just trying to snuggle to stay warm. "What is it with this little beauty," I thought to myself. She had no idea at all why all these guys were trying to fuck her or get her to suck their cocks. She was maddeningly beautiful, built like a goddess and completely unaware of what she did to men. She wasn’t just an innocent young woman, she was just unaware of what she did to guys with a glance or when she walked by shaking that tight little heart shaped ass.

We got up about 9 a.m. It was howling out, snow was over 3 feet deep in the parking lot, not much at all around the camper though. The walled building was blocking any drifts. Good, if they plowed the lot out and didn’t see us hidden behind the building we might be able to drive off and hit highway 58 without being spotted.

Chrissie had gotten up nude, stretched and hit the bathroom. I heard the shower start up and yelled at her to wet down, soap up and rinse off as we only had 50 gallons of water. She came out dripping and asked me to dry her back. I did, but I could see her front by looking into the wardrobe mirror. We had to talk.

I explained to her what she was doing to me, what she probably did to other men and how she had to become aware and stop her unintentional, if it was really unintentional, teasing. I told her I was ready to throw her on the bed and fuck her right now, I just could not stand to see her prance around all naked.

"You think I’m beautiful and have a really great body?" she asked. "Damn, yes, you are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen and you have a better body than any woman I have ever slept with," I told her. "Chrissie, I can’t be around you when you get naked, put some clothes on and try not to be such a tease," I told her. "OK, I will she told me" she hung her head and asked, "Do you like me, as a girl I mean, as a person, not as a sex object?" "Well, yes, I do, I like you a lot. You have a good sense of humor, you are a kind person and you have had an exceptionally hard life and still turned out decent," I told her. "My mom is a whore!" he suddenly spat out. She told me when I turned 16 I had to help her pay the bills. She meant I had to fuck the drunks she brought home. She wouldn’t even let me date, she said my cherry was going to be big money in the bank someday!" She burst into tears and flung herself, still nude, into my arms. I tried to comfort her, got her into my robe and sat her down on the edge of the bed. "You got to get me into the valley, I can get up to Seattle, find a job, go to school, have a real life. Maybe you can take me to Seattle, maybe I can stay with you until the heat dies down," she gushed and rattled on.

"Maybe you should just go to the cops and tell them what really happened", I told her. "I’d end up with my mom again, and her boyfriends, what then?" She was probably right.

"You know what you said about unintentionally teasing?" she asked. "Yes, I remember," I told her. She shucked the robe and suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me. She pulled my robe open and grasped Willie. "Whoa, stop, Chrissie, no, I’m not going to jail for you." "Gahh, OOOHHHH, YES," she dropped her head and swallowed Willie. He jumped and twitched and started standing to attention. I was done for; I could in no way stop this beautiful little 16 year old from blowing me. All I could think of was "I didn’t force her Your Honor!"

She sucked and licked for only a couple minutes. I warned her I was going to cum. She pulled back at the last minute and Willie spit on her chest, her beautiful 36 B tits were coated in a huge load of cum. Looking down, she laughed. "That’s what I watched my mom do night after night when she brought her drunken boyfriends home from the bar," she told me. "When I hit 12 one of her guys made me do it to him while she was at work. I told her about it and she slapped me and told me I was just jealous and to stay away from her men. It happened a couple times a year since then. I never let them fuck me though. I kept a knife in my bed and threatened some of them. It was only a matter of time before one of them raped me. That’s why I saved my money and wanted out of town so bad. She burst into tears again and dropped her head into my lap. It made me uncomfortable but Willie seemed to like it.