The Secrets of Liberty Mountain – Chapter 20

2017 Erotica story: The Secrets of Liberty Mountain – Chapter 20

While our dinner is not worthy of a five-star restaurant, the view around us is six-star spectacular. The night is moonless, and the velvet black sky above our heads blazes with countless stars. The Milky Way rises and arches across the heavens in a misty river of light along the eastern horizon. The snowshoe workshop does triple duty as kitchen, dining area, and lounge. We spend as many hours outdoors together as we can stand.

Spooning naked in the blackness is sexy, erotic, and boring. Even newlyweds need to hop out of bed and walk around, if only for a change of view. With dinner finished, Alice and I snuggle in the stove’s glow as much from affection as out of a desire to keep warm.

The sense of satisfaction and the mellow comfort of fullness remains long after our mouths lose the taste memory of our meal.

“Did you have enough to eat?” I burp, pat my midsection, and smile. My belly is at maximum density.

“Not another bite, I’m stuffed,” She shifts closer and rests her head on my shoulder, the bill of her cap obscuring her face.

“Care for some tea and an after-dinner joint?” My stash of Liberty Mountain weed is enough to give a decent buzz to two bored and stranded hunters. As they used to say while I was in basic training, ‘Smoke ’em if You got ’em.’

Relaxing a few feet from our hobo stove is delightful. The radiant warmth is almost enough to offset the chill of the below-freezing air. Thank God, it’s a windless night.

Cabin fever and frostbite are both threats to survival. Our hunting gear is top of the line but isn’t intended for Arctic conditions. The only way to stay warm is to keep moving. We lose more heat than we generate while sitting together on the frosty couch carved into the sides of the snow drift. A pile of pine branches is both padding and insulation for the icy sofa.

I gaze into the smoldering embers of our little stove as Alice, and I huddle next to each other. I’m sure that survival is possible for the first time since our adventure started. My concern now is the quality of life while we survive.

We’re stuck in this Godforsaken cave until either the spring thaw arrives, we’re rescued, or hike back to base. Four months of co-solitary confinement will challenge the sanity of the most devoted lovers. Trapped with Alice for a third of a year? I shudder at the thought.

Foolish boy, I scold myself for being so self-centered. She has to be as concerned as I am. She’s also stuck with me for the duration, after all.

We’re in for a hell of a ride. Our sheltering cave is gonna become an emotional pressure-cooker before this is over. Like it or not, we’re going to be stewing in each other’s juices. We will either curdle or bond.

“Whatcha thinking?” Alice looks at me and snuggles closer for warmth.

“Nothing much. Just wondering how long it will be before we can’t stand snake. We have enough God damned reptiles back there to feed us this winter and half of the next,” I point to the cave behind us.

“Yuck! Just shoot me now,” Alice sticks her finger in her mouth and pretends to gag.

“We gotta have a variety, or our taste buds will die of boredom,” she sighs.

“No shit. How many flavors of pine needles can there be?” I shift and hold her tighter.

” We know there’s a herd of deer in this valley. I can set up a hunting blind in the evergreen stand. Maybe I can bag us a Bambi with a clear field of view,” Alice volunteers.

I cringe a bit at her suggestion. Alice’s enthusiasm for Bambi-burgers is what got us into this predicament. It’s pointless to bring it up since there’s nothing we can do about it now and no one’s keeping score.

“Let’s talk about it in the morning after a full night’s sleep; we need to pick up and go to bed” I kiss her cheek and rub her neck with my hand.

Alice cleans the pan and our mess kits while I wrap Rocky’s remains in a plastic shopping bag and bury it deep in the hole I’ve dug in the snowdrift. Food storage isn’t a problem. We live in a walk-in freezer.

“We’re not going to bed without a bath. You stink, I stink, we all stink,” Alice says as she scratches under her boob. Scratching, like yawning, is contagious. I chase a sympathetic itch crawling across my belly.

She’s busy melting snow for our bath water while I set about gathering bundles of pine branches for an additional layer of insulation under our sleeping bags. I completed several trips to deliver natural bedding to our tent by the time the pot is steaming away.

The air inside our shelter is chilly, but also noticeably warmer than the frigid night outside. The residual heat coming from the rock faces of the abandoned mine keeps ambient temperatures slightly above freezing, not exactly comfy for a nude sponge bath.

“We gotta problem, we don’t have anything to wash with, not even a face cloth,” I scratch my head and try to think.

“That sucks!” she wrinkles her nose at me as she fires up our Rayovac® lantern.

“Great idea! Wish I had thought of it,” I hug Alice, kneel, and take my boots off and remove my socks.

“What the hell are you doing,” she asks with a puzzled laugh.

“You said socks. I’ll use my wool socks as a sponge,” I kiss her in appreciation for her cleverness.

“I said it SUCKS, my hard-of-hearing lover,” she chuckles, shakes her head and kisses my lips with the tip of her tongue.

Creative listening sometimes is an advantage. I hate conversations which become fill-in-the-blank dialogues of frustration.

“We’ll smoke after our bath,” I set my weed and matches to one side and undress.

Alice follows my example, and we find ourselves in a race to see who can be naked first. The contest ends as we laugh and kiss in a dead heat at the finish line.

A quick game of rock-paper-scissors breaks the tie and grants her the honor of first place.

“What will we use for soap?” I ask as I soak my socks in the steaming bath water.

“Don’t sweat it. Clean is better than dirty,” Alice lies on her stomach and motions for me to start her bath.

Wet sock in hand, I straddle her naked behind and lean forward to smooch the back of her neck.

“Don’t even think about it. Frostbite and foreplay don’t go together,” Alice twists around and places her finger over my lips in a gentle shushing fashion.

I kiss her fingers and wink; message received. She smiles back, rests her head on her forearms, and spreads her legs; bath time.

Alice’s back is no problem, smooth, sensual; I clean her skin.

Naked rounded fanny cheeks? Problem. Slick, sexy, and sinful, I caress her ass as I wash.

I don’t understand why I’m so attracted to Alice, I hardly know her. We’ve been in each other’s lives for less than a week. She is on my mind 24/7. I feel the heat of the pressure cooker.

I curiously seem to be getting a crush on Alice, but that is impossible. Crushes are for kids with pimples who have to be home by midnight. I’m an old fart. I don’t do crushes. Then again, who the fuck knows?

I spend a few extra seconds fingering her asshole. Alice giggles as I continue bathing her. If I can get my bunkmate, excited and clean at the same time, why not? Efficiency can be pleasant as well as effective.

She turns over on her back as I finish wiping her toes, and smiles. “Be quick; I’m cold.”

Working to keep my lust at bay, I sensually scrub her neck and chest and refill my sock with warm water every 30 seconds or so. Alice is responding to my touch; her body blushes with excitement.

I take my turn on my stomach as Alice gives me a sponge bath. Shit! She has the bedside manner of a Zamboni driver; all business. She trades sensuality for speed, dumps half the remaining tepid water across my back, ass, and legs, and wipes me dry in 30 seconds. My other side gets the same speed cleaning treatment. We scramble under the covers as fast as possible; too frigging cold to linger.

The interior of the sleeping bag is a few snowflakes above freezing. Alice and I cling to each other like refrigerator magnets, maximum skin-to-skin contact to share body heat.

Alice’s arm wraps around my chest, and we hug each other from both sides at once. The embrace is strong, soothing, and sensual; a beautiful benefit of shared naked warmth. We let silence fall over us like a comfortable cloak as we enjoy each other’s touch.

The bubble of quiet ends with the sound of a ripping fart loud enough to echo off the walls.

“Oh shit, oh dear! I’m so sorry,” Alice giggles like a shy girl on her first date.

“Well, at least it doesn’t stink,” I say, before gasping to breathe as the stench of used snake fills the sleeping bag. Shit! That stink bomb could clear a room.

I let a gas bubble that I had been keeping under house arrest for the last half hour rip. Better now than later.

“Well, if you want to be like that,” Alice squeaks out a baby fart.

I burst into laughter. What kind of idiots get into a flatulence contest at a time like this?

I grunt and answer her challenge with a toot of my own. Game on! “That fucking reeks! Put a cork in it,” Alice slides her finger in my ass.

“Careful, you’re playing with fire,” I laugh and kiss her on the mouth as I return the favor. We wrestle like two amateur proctologists.

I wiggle my index finger in her butt-hole. Alice shrieks with laughter as she screams and twists to escape my invading digit.

Kissing while giggling and laughing is a fun but impossible challenge; Too much multitasking.

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