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.