From: spaztic@netrix.net (Aaron Frizzell)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Guided trip...
Date: 7 Jan 1996 22:39:38 GMT

			     Guided Trip

	We start our journey at the Voyageurs Montana Headquarters. We
have food enough for two days. The horses paw the dirt in anticipation
of the long ride ahead. They seem to know what trail to follow, as
they are pack animals and are used to carrying city folk into the
wild.

	Your auburn mare swings her head around to eye her latest
passenger who seems a bit intimidated by the sheer size of the beast.
The mare flares her nostrils at the passing black stallion who carries
your personal guide for your trip into the wilderness. A deeply
tanned, muscular man sits atop the stallion and winks at you. He also
appears to know what the trip will bear. He stops the animal who
promptly drops his head to graze.

	The guide walks over to you to make a final check of your
gear, insuring that everything is properly stowed. He tugs at the
leather straps and you see his finely tuned biceps and shoulder
muscles ripple. The sweat on his body glistens as the sun shines a
blistering 98 degrees. He places his hand on your foot to guide it
gently into the stirrup. The other hand brushed across the skin on the
back of your calf, sending a shot of electricity through your body.
You smile down at the guide, admiring the toned build of his body.
Though you do not mind, you feel as though he is intending to seduce
you. The hand lingers. You feel a gentle caress on your warm skin. The
guides returns your smile with a warm look of desire.

	Satisfied with his inspection, the guides walks to his animal,
takes the bridle and launches himself into the saddle. He places the
other foot in the stirrup, adjusts his hat and again smiles in your
direction. The journey begins...

	Miles later, at the base of a high, tree covered mountain, the
guide stops his horse and surveys the land. The meadow seems to sway
with the gentle breeze of the late afternoon day. The sun is
disappearing over a far away mountain top, casting a long, lazy shadow
across the grass. In the distance, several trees form a circle. The
guides dismount his animal and leads the horse toward the trees. You
follow hesitantly, not remembering a lonely, beautiful meadow in the
travel brochure. Not a word has been spoken between you and the guide
to this point, and you begin to wonder if the tan man speaks at all.
While riding, you detected a soft whistle every now and then, as he
appeared to be communicating with his animal in some way. Each whistle
appeared to be a different pitch with the horse reacting differently
each time a sound changed. The two were truly a team.

	You can now see that the circle of trees bordered a small,
lushly covered green pasture of grass. As you dismount your horse
after the treacherous ride of what must have been a hundred miles, you
cannot recall a place where your feet sank so far into grass. The
blades tickle your ankles and you giggle. The guides reacts with a
jolt at the sound of your giggle as if it is the first time he heard
the warm sound. He smiles at you, a look to make your heart melt with
passion. He removed the binding bridles from the two animals, who drop
their heads to dine on the finest grass in Montana. He makes no
attempt to restrain the animals for the evening, and the horses do not
appear as though they will leave the area. Content for the moment, you
flop happily on the grass as the guide unpacks the animals.

	For the first time you realize that a tent was certainly left
behind. You jump up to protest, when you hear the faint sound of water
in the distance. You lift your eyes toward the sound. In a crevice on
the mountain face, you see a marvelous waterfall cascading hundreds of
feet from the peak of the mountain. The water turns to mist by the
time it reaches the bottom, and you wander what makes the sound of a
flow. Partially obscured by the trees, you see lush foliage. This must
be it! A river flows through the pasture. You close your eyes to
listen to the natural song of the wilderness.

	In the distance, you hear the lonely cry of a wolf. Startled,
you move closer to the guide as the night quickly approaches. With the
sun now fully down, you realize how truly dark the night will be. The
guide is busy making a fire and begins to prepare dinner. He walks
down to the foliage and disappears. Your heart begin to beat faster,
as the guide is gone. You are alone in the middle of nowhere with a
few utensils and blankets. The ham and potatoes are not much by way of
protection, and you realize they may actually be a liability, should
that wolf you heard earlier become hungry. You cry out in anxiety and
fear.

	Suddenly, the guide appear through the foliage, running toward
you. You realize that he is in full protection mode, scanning the area
to find the offending object which would bring you fear. The guide
slows as he nears you, understanding that your fear is not of any
object, but at the lack of any being. He places the articles he
carried down on the ground, walks over to you and embraces you. For
the first time you touch his body. You gasp delicately as you feel the
solid muscular build of his body. You long to be held by this rugged
man, to feel him strip your blouse from your body, to feel his strong
hands on your breasts, his board like stomach muscles against you,
feel his passion inside of your body, to scream with pleasure like you
have never felt before...

	The hot flash subsides, and you catch yourself breathing
faster. You push yourself away from the guide, composing yourself and
sighing deeply. The guide looks at you in puzzled amazement. He
shrugs, winks and turns to the chore of dinner. You meander to the
place where he deposited the artifacts he gathered from the foliage.
You find a bottle of wine, sweating from being pulled from the stream.
You look at the guide with a twinge of anger, as he IS seducing you!
The wine was most certainly planted long before you arrived at the
headquarters, and you begin to piece together how he knew. The copy of
your last physical examination did not seem peculiar, as you were
entering a rugged area of the country. The driver license photocopy
did seem a bit odd, but you had paid with a check, and it was
necessary. But how did the guide know that you would feel the same
attraction? You walk to the fire and study the guide. He is a fine
man, approximately 510, 168lbs., dark hair which you noticed needed a
comb, nice ass... You begin to sense deja vu, as if you had
experienced this in another place. You strain to remember the details
of what happened this evening but you only feel a sense of security
with whatever happens. The guide looks at you and nods his head, as if
he too knows this was meant to happen.

	Dinner is wonderful and very much needed. The portions, you
noticed, were carefully calculated as to leave not a scrap of food.
The guide gathers the dinnerware, less the glass of wine you savor,
and heads in the direction of the foliage, or so it would appear. As
soon as he leaves the light cast by the fire, he is totally absorbed
by the blackness of the night. It is totally dark save the soft light
from the kindling fire. You lay back on the makeshift sofa of blankets
and gaze up at the stars. Not in all your life have you dreamed there
were so many stars. You realize that the city lights swallow most of
your constellation. The Milky Way abounds with hundreds of millions of
fireflies, twinkling in a symphony of silence so very far away.
Hundreds of crickets serenade you from the field around you. You can
just make out the sound of the horses grazing not far away. In the
distance, an owl cries his lonely noble song. Your mind wanders to
what it would be like to stay here in this beautiful place. Just you,
your guide and the Continental Divide.

	As you daydream, the guide returns from the cleaning. He
places the dinnerware in the pack. He pulls something you can't see
from the pack, turns toward you and removes his shirt. You heart jumps
into life, thumping with a mix of submission and anger. How dare he
disrobe in front of... that body! The warm glow of the fire casts the
deep tan to an almost crimson bronze. The man before you makes you wet
with anticipation. He comes to you and kneels behind you, moving your
long hair to the side, exposing the buttons on the back of your
blouse. Slowly, he unbuttons your blouse, allowing it to collect in a
small heap in your lap. Your fair skin is exposed to the warm, gentle
breeze of the prairie. You feel your brassiere loosen and your upper
torso is now bare. You feel no anxiety, fear or anger. You close your
eyes in anticipation as to what will happen to you.

	You feel the warm oil on your skin as he begins to massage
your shoulders, arms and back. The feeling is near ecstasy as his
strong hands work your sore muscles. He wraps his arms around your
waist and gently massages your breasts. Your nipples immediately react
to the stimulation. This fact does not escape your guide, as he places
the palm of his hands over your hard nipples. His leathery hands are
gentle as they massage and caress your breasts. You wonder how such an
apparently rugged man can be so gentle. He slowly removes one arm from
around your waist, and wraps it around your arm, crisscrossing your
chest and gently moves your head to the side. His lips touch yours in
a gentle kiss. You moan from the warmth originating from your breasts
as his tongue parts your lips. You kiss him deeply. You can feel his
aggressive nature beginning to unfold, as the caressing of your
breasts becomes more urgent.

	He moves to accommodate your upper torso, gently lowering your
body to his lap. He cradles your head in his hand. The hand on your
breast moves slowly toward your stomach, moving slowly to your thighs.
You are desperately moist and long to feel that gentle breeze on your
inner thighs. Your guide moves his hands to palm your moist
midsection. Using the heel of his hand and his fingers, he applies
pressure to your swollen clitoris, sending a wave of pleasure through
your body. You place your hands on your breasts, close your eyes and
emit a loud moan and as you squeeze your breasts. You sense your body
is well lubricated for this man. The passion burns inside you as he
removes your shorts. Tracing a line with his fingers, he moves slowly
from your ankle to your vagina, resting on your clitoris. He pushes
gently and a new wave of passion streams through your body. You yearn
to have his fingers inside your slippery vagina and wish he would stop
teasing. He smiles - he knows he is tormenting you. Your eyes scold
him and he responds by plunging his fingers into you. You whimper a
cry of relief at the sensation created. Your hips rise to meet his
every stroke. You can feel a tremendous energy sensation surging from
your vagina as your orgasm storms through your body. Your toes go numb
as the feeling overwhelms you. You scream from the pleasure as the
high pitched sound ricochets of the canyon wall, shattering the
stillness of the night.

	You catch your breath as you turn your body toward him. He
extends his legs in front of him to allow his pant legs to straighten.
Anticipating his need, you unbutton his pants, tugging and pulling at
his trousers to reveal his boxer shorts. You notice the pattern of red
hot chili peppers dancing across his waistline and giggle. You think
that you notice his blush, as he turns away. In the middle of his
peppers, you notice that he has an erection - a very large erection.
Your eyes grow wide as you stare at the member, hidden by silk, before
you. You quickly estimate the size relationship, wondering if he will
hurt you but you determine that pain can be pleasurable. He lifts his
hips as you remove his shorts. Now fully visible, you admire his penis
in the firelight. So beautiful. So... you gently grasp his penis and
begin stroking slowly. You notice immediately the warmth of his penis.
Your guide closes his eyes and lifts his head to the stars. A low,
deep grumble emanates from his lips as he enjoys the touch of your
soft, tender hand.

	After a time, he gently lowers you to the blanket. You wonder
of his intentions, but slowly he reverses his angle relative to your
head to the inverted position. He raises his leg and swings it over
your chest. Slowly, he pushes his penis into your chest and lowers his
head to your thighs. His tongue moves slowly across your vagina,
licking the sweet juices from your body. His pelvis is pushing against
your breasts, and you squeeze them together. You enjoy the wonderful
warmth of his penis in your cleavage. With his work on your vagina,
you feel another orgasm rising from within. The pace of his tongue
increases on your vagina as he senses your nearing orgasm. In a rush
of pleasure, your second orgasm rages through your body, even more
intensely than the first. As the incredible sensation draws to an end,
he turns to you smiling, his face shining in the firelight.

	Slowly, your guide reverses his direction. The time has
finally arrived to make love to your guide. Will it be everything you
imagined? You grasp his penis to guide it into your waiting vagina.
You make slow, lazy circles with the head of his penis on your lips to
lubricate him. You feel the guide push himself inside you. The pain
increases as the length of his penis goes deeper and deeper inside
your hips. You look into his eyes, and he senses your pain, and gently
backs out. The second push is not as painful, and again, he slowly
pulls out. The guide now moves easily in and out, moving from side to
side. This action increases the feeling of friction and pleasure as he
takes you. Time seems to mean nothing now as you see the stars beyond
his hair. You wrap your arms around his waist to hold his buttocks as
he pushes himself in and out of your vagina. The stimulation and
ecstasy is incredible as you make love to your guide. You feel as
though it could last forever.

	The guide increases his pace, thrusting deeper and harder.
Your hips lunge to meet his as the pleasure mounts. Suddenly, he stops
and begins to push your body to another position. He rolls your body
so that you are laying on your stomach and gently parts your legs. You
feel his body begin to mesh with your as he moves his penis toward
your vagina from behind. He finds you and gently inserts his penis
into you. One long push yields more than you anticipated and a slight
burst of pain rushed through your body. The second push is less
painful and soon you are anticipating his thrust with a reverse thrust
of your own. His testicles slap against your clitoris bringing a
pleasure to you in two ways - the wonderful feeling in your vagina and
clitoral stimulation. Your breathing comes in bursts as your hips meet
his with every thrust. He positions his arms to each side of your body
and squeezes your waist. He is now pulling your body to meet him. The
slapping on your clitoris becomes more intense, more frantic. You can
sense your third orgasm building energy from within yourself. The
guides seems almost frantic with his pace as he pounds your vagina. He
begins to moan loudly as you both reach your orgasm together. The
speed at which his penis slides in and out of you slows till he stops
moving altogether, leaving the full length of his penis inside your
vagina. Sweat drips from his body on to your back. He collapses his
weight to your body, then rolls to the side, bringing your head to his
chest in one motion. You both lay gazing at the stars catching your
breath. He cradles your head in his hands and kisses you passionately.
You both drift to sleep completely naked under the stars...

	"Please fasten your seatbelts. We have begun our final
approach to Kalispell Airport. We have been cleared to land and will
be on the ground shortly."

	You are awakened by the announcement on the airlines paging
system. You look out the window at the mountain peaks of Glacier
National Park and catch your breath.