2017 sex stories: Hiking for Love – Part 1 – Chapter 6
Carrie was dressed in tight jeans and a sweat shirt, This sweat shirt hugged her body nicely, and judging from the two peaks I saw, she wasn’t wearing a bra either. Her ass was like a dream to me. Nice and full, and the way the seam disappeared into her as, just made me think of badly I would love to be those pants right now.
We got the Lake Placid and found a sporting goods store. Inside, she tried on a few pairs of boot, until she found one she said really fit her nicely. Even the swollen ankle fit into it, which kind of surprised me. She also bought some socks. A couple of thin one’s to use on her bad foot and some thicker woolen type socks. Of course they matched.
Carrie also bought a new rain slicker, with hood, and I figured, what the hell, and bought one too. Mine was old and ragged looking. After our purchases, she sat down in a chair at the front of the store and put on her new socks and boots. She said she wanted to start breaking them in. Of course I asked how they felt around her injured ankle, and she said great, but who knows for sure.
The rest of the afternoon, we did the basic sight seeing around town. Every once in a while, we found a place to sit, that was out of the weather, so she could rest her ankle. She said it felt fine, but never complained when I suggested a rest.
By 5pm, we were both pretty hungry, so we started looking for a place to eat. We found this quaint little restaurant that served american flavor. I opted for a steak, and she did too. The girl could eat, but lord knows where it goes on her. We had a really good time while eating. We found out stuff about our early lives. Of course, hers was moving from base to base, and mine was not really giving a crap about school and getting into stupid trouble. She also found out how I detested my father when I was a teen.
For me, this felt like a date. I usually am tongue tied during these events. But with her, I felt really at ease and conversations moved smoothly, like we have known each other our whole lives. One thing I did notice, that anytime her parents were mentions, she had this twinkle in her eye. She adored them, which was hard for me to understand. My parents weren’t all that interested in what I did, and I pretty much gave up trying to get them to show me any affection or love when I hit 14, it just wasn’t going to happen. To my mom, my sister was an angel, and I was the devil. For Carrie, she was their parents whole world, especially her dad.
She had me in tears with some of the dumb things her dad used to do with her. Playing dress up and Barbies and such. If you knew her dad the way I know him, you would never think in a million years he would do things like this. For some reason, the more she talked, the more I was beginning to really like her, and I mean like in how a man wants to be with a woman. To share things with, and be with.
We left the restaurant about an hour and a half later. The rain had stopped, so we decided to just walk around a little more. As we walked, she took my hand in hers, like two teens would do. Now I am not the type that shows public displays of affection. I never did that, only because I really never saw it from my parents when I was growing up. But, her hand in mine felt so good to me. Then she just leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
I looked at her with a questioning look. “Thank you again. My vacation could have been ruined, or even worse, still stuck up on that mountain side.”
Actually I said, “Maybe it is fate, we found each other. But I will say this. I really like being with you” She just looked at me and smiled, and gave my hand a little squeeze in acknowledgement.
Mark? Weird question. she paused, then asked, “What’s your perfect woman to be with?”
Oh God I said, “Actually, I don’t want a perfect woman. I want one that when we are together, we can laugh, or cry, without feeling it’s not right to do. I’d want one who is independent, and doesn’t need me to keep her happy, but also, wants me in her life because I do make her happy, and she makes me happy too. She should be one with a strong mind and not afraid to speak her mind, or argue. But if we do argue, it is about something important in our lives, and not something petty, like I see so many do nowadays. When I commit to someone like that, I want that same commitment in return. It’s either all or nothing, because I only want to do this once in my life, and as you can see, I have never found her, nor have I really looked all that hard either. And lastly, when we are apart, she is the only person I am thinking of, and wishing I was with her, even if it is occupying the same room with her…… What’s your perfect man you want to be with ?”
She laughed, then got a very serious look on her face. “To be honest, I am not sure anymore. I thought when I met, and then married Jack, he was the perfect man. Rugged, good looking, and always attentive, when he wasn’t deployed. But as time wore on, he quit being attentive and acted like I was there to serve him. I felt as though I was raising two kids at times. I guess I want what you want, but in a man. I want it an equal partnership, and I base that on dad and mom, because they have that and always have, and it is what I grew up with. I want him on my mind 24 / 7 when we are apart, and when we are together, there is no one else alive that makes us happy, well except Jenny. I want to be able to look across the room at him and just make love with our eyes. I know, sounds corny, but that’s what I want. As for love making, that’s exactly what I want, love making. Pleasuring my man like no other woman can, and he pleasure me in the same way. To that end, it is a two way street. If you give 100%, expect to receive 100%. back. The last couple of years of marriage, now that I think back on it, it was mostly I gave, he took, and could care less about my needs at all, and I doubt highly he was even thinking of me then.”
With that, I just looked at her and said, “Well, sounds like we have some things in common again. As silly as this sounds, but this feels like a date we are on. But you know, it feels good. I’ll be honest Carrie. I have never been in love before. I am not sure what that feels like. But I won’t lie either, never have since being in the service, and I never will either, I like being with you.”
Good to know Jarhead. I like being with you too. But, does my race bother you at all?
You’re kidding right? I think you are one beautiful woman. And if I may be so bold, a very sexy one too. Granted, you have a better tan than me, but that’s only because of my Irish blood. We don’t tan well. All kidding aside, why would you ever think that it would bother me?
Oh Mark. I didn’t mean it in a bad way but, when I was growing up, kids weren’t so nice about, from both races. About 4 years ago, I was dating a guy and he met my parents. Even though mom comes from a mix race parents, she is darker than me, and when he saw that, he sort of just couldn’t handle that. Since then, I haven’t dated at all.
I chuckled, then said, “Good thing I already know your parents and I like them. I definitely respect them even more. Back when they got together, and hell, even your grandparents, that was a lot harder to live with. People are so judgmental and mean. But No, your race means nothing to me. To me Squid, you are one Hot looking woman.”
Keep talking like that Jarhead, and I just may let you stick around me another day or two.
After driving back up to the cabin, our talk turned to our hike in the morning. We decided to look over the maps and see how we would tackle it and what to bring. I asked her if she minded sharing a tent with me. I told her it was a 4 man tent, and would lighten the load of the pack. She even agreed to that. My backpack was almost as big as the one I had in the service, which is called a rucksack. I will be bale to get the tent and my sleeping bag in it, along with a small shovel and then a lighter, and food. If I pack right, i can get her sleeping bag into it and give her the lighter things like a coffee pot and water, and her carry the food. Just take enough for the day, and no more. Plenty of food bars and the such and canned stew. After eating MRE’s most of my life, canned stew is gourmet eating.
Once we got back to the cabin, we laid out the map and plotted our course. Once that was done, I went and showered, then packed my pack. Carrie was showering then. I changed into just running shorts and a t-shirt. When Carrie finished, she came out wearing just a flannel shirt again. Last time she had it on, she had it buttoned all the way to the top, except for the last button. This time, the top 3 buttons were left undone. “Damn. She does look sexy like that.” I thought.
We packed up her backpack, with food and such, and even a change of clothes for the both of us. I recommended sweats for at night, since it will be chilly up there, but she also pack a flannel, which she said she prefers sleeping in. One thing I did pack in my pack, was my 9mm glock. I have a permit for it, and I did inform the rangers that I was carrying it up there. Way too many wild animals that could prey on us. But, I did not tell Carrie this. Not sure how she would react. Hopefully, we’ll never have to use it. One thing I did pack, was a roll of toilet paper. Carrie laughed at that one. But once you are in the field, like I have been on patrol, it’s a comfort of home you want more than anything, and it beats leaves.
After packing, we retired to the living room, where Carrie turned on the TV. Checking the weather first, then some sappy movie she liked. I got us some beers, to which she toasted, “To a great adventure tomorrow.”, as we clinked bottles together. I then pulled out the ace bandage we bought earlier that day.
As she sat on the couch, she placed her bad leg over her good one and let me take off the tape, It ankle was a bit swollen, but not like it was yesterday. It was very hard to keep my concentration on her foot, because of her sexy legs right there. “God, I wish we were lovers. I would love nothing more than to kiss my way to heaven right now.” is all I could think about. But I pushed those thoughts aside, knowing my chances of that were quite slim, for now.
Once I had her all wrapped up, I suggested she use the thinner of the socks tomorrow. She said her ankle feels really good wrapped like this. She then patted the couch seat next to her, for me to join her. She was sitting next to me with her legs folded under her. As we watched the movie, not much was said. We just enjoyed each other’s company. I wondered if this how couples spent evenings together. I had never been in one before, and still am not in one, but this is close, I guess.
I have never let a woman get that close, even the one I lived with. To her, I was a place to live and a fuck. And I viewed her pretty much the same way. We never got mushy or even showed PDA. We just existed together and pretty much fucked. Of course, back then, I was in my 20’s and sex was all I had in mind. Not once was, I love you, ever spoken between us…. When the movie ended, Carrie stretched and said she was tired and needed some sleep.
So Jarhead, you take the bunk tonight and I’ll use the couch.
No. You take the bed. Please. I am fine out here. This couch is pretty comfortable actually. though I was lying through my teeth. The couch sucked. But I was raised with some manners, mostly obtained in the Marines.
God. You Gyrene’s are so bull headed. Next time, I take the couch.
I don’t know what possessed me, but I leaned over to kiss her on the cheek, and as I got close, she turn her face to me and it landed on her lips. It was a quick one, intended for her cheek.
I stammered then saying, “Sorry. That was meant for your cheek. And thank you for a great day. I really like being with you”
She giggled, then grabbed my face with both of her hands and kissed me on the lips.
I prefer the lips to a cheek, any day of the week Grunt. then stood and walked towards the bedroom. I couldn’t help but watch her fine looking legs and ass, as she disappeared down the hall, saying good night to me, softly.