    Title: The Cabin Surprise
    Author:Eskimo1958
    Summary: Paul's job as a forestry researcher always has him in remote areas. This time he has
    more than just research, as he helps a young lady, Tina, in dire need of help.
    Keywords: M/F, rom

Back in 1995, I was working for the National Forest Service as a field researcher. At the time, I had held this position for ten years, traveling all over the country, doing different duties mainly involved in collecting data for research in the management of a particular area.

In October of that year, I was assigned to a station in the Appalachians, not too far from the Smokies. It involved doing a study of the flora of a mountain top plateau along the Tennessee-North Carolina border. The station was a cabin. Actually, an old homesteaders cabin, probably well over a hundred years old. It had been taken care of, and has been used as a research station since the land it was on was purchased by the government back in the thirties. I was to hike in, as there were no roads and only three trails into the area. I was to be supplied once every two weeks by helicopter, but I couldn't be flown in, as the chopper couldn't land, all supplies would be lowered.

I left very early on the first day for the twelve mile hike, hoping to get there by dark. Another forest department employee, Jack, had dropped me off at the trailhead. The first five miles is sort of well used, a lot of day-hikers going to see some very nice waterfalls. The last seven, normally never see anyone. As a matter of fact, I've been there three other times, for a total of five months, and never saw another human being during the whole time. I was expecting it to be the same this time, as it was already early fall, so definitely no week day visitors.

The day started clear, but typical of the area, it soon clouded up by the time I got to the first major stream crossing. It use to have a bridge, long washed away. Luckily, the water level was low, so no problem getting over it. By the time I got to the top of the mountain, and starting the hike across this plateau, the clouds were leaking, causing me to break out the rain gear. My pack weighed probably close to a hundred pounds, as I did have a weeks supply of food, along with an extra day or two, electronic equipment (Laptop, radio, internet uplink, solar chargers, cell phone...I could at least call out.), and sleeping gear and of course clothes. I had to pack heavy clothing, as sometimes these mountains do get snow in October and November.

About three miles from the cabin, the trail I was on merged with one coming up from North Carolina, and I was surprised when I found a set of boot tracks. They were small in size, and I was thinking a small man was ahead of me. I made a crossing of the main stream twice, before I got about a mile from the cabin, when I found a backpack in the mud, and it looked like whoever had it on, must had fallen, as there was an imprint in the fresh mud, I looked back behind me, seeing a rock that had recently been disturbed, so whoever it was, tripped or slipped on it. But what surprised me, was the marks in the mud, the person was dragging themselves towards the cabin.

My mind was racing, as this was all I need, to have an injured hiker to take care of. I grabbed the wet, dropped pack, quickly noticing how light it was. Carrying it under my poncho, I quickly discovered it was soaked through, getting me wet as well. I hurried along, it was starting to get dark, and the rain wasn't helping. My flashlight was in easy reach, so I grabbed it, to help light the way. After about fifteen minutes of hard walking, I came to the small clearing in front of the cabin, and seen a figure prone on the ground, trying to crawl up the steps of the porch. I hurried up and reached the body, and said "Are you okay?"

Yeah, I know, dumb question. The head turned, and I found me staring at the face of a young woman, probably in her late twenties, very small, and crying. She was obviously in pain. I threw her wet pack onto the porch, and took my poncho and pack off. I then picked her up in my arms, finding she couldn't have weighed ninety pounds, and carried her inside. I placed her in front of the fireplace, and got a good look at her, she was soaked, and muddy. I asked "Where are you hurt? One of your ankles?"

I had figured it had to be a bad sprain, and she nodded yes, pointing to her left ankle. I then noticed her face, it looked like she had been beaten on one side, man she must have took one hell of a fall. I said "Okay, let me get my pack in here, we'll get you out of these wet clothes, I got an emergency blanket to wrap you in, it'll warm you up while I get the fire's going. The temperature has already dropped into the forties, don't need you getting hypothermia."

I left her there and went out and grabbed my pack. Being an experienced hiker, I always have my pack covered to keep it from getting wet, so I wasn't worried about my things. Hers on the other hand, it would take a few days to dry things out up here. I opened my pack up, first taking a bigger flashlight out and turning it on, giving us some light. I dug out the blanket, and went over to her.

Sitting on the floor next to her, I said "Okay, I'll get behind you and wrap this around you, then you can take off your sweatshirt and what ever else you got on underneath it. Then I'll remove your boots and pants, before I wrap up your ankle. It'll hurt, but I do have some Tylenol to help you out."

She nodded, as I got behind her, I wrapped the blanket around her, as she carefully pulled her sweatshirt off. She was having problems with her left arm, and I asked "Are you hurt in your arms too?"

She mumbled "Yes." As she sniffled back a tear.

I said "Okay, I'll get behind you and drop the blanket, then I'll help undress you, if you don't mind."

She hesitated, but relented, dropping her arms. I lowered the blanket, and gently removed the sweatshirt the rest of the way, followed by a t-shirt, and unfastened her bra. I pushed it off her shoulders, and she took it and tossed it aside. I then raised the blanket, and tucked it up underneath her neck. I knew her pants would be another trick. I thought about it, and said "I'm going to carry you to the bench, I can sit you on the bench and undo your boots and socks, then work on your pants."

Without another word, I stood up and picked her up, carrying her to the bench and table. I got on my knees in front of her, and undid her right boot first, removing it and her sock. Her left boot took some doing, as I had to unlace it completely, since it was swelling up pretty big. She cried out when I finally pulled it off. Her sock was next, and I said "Wait here." Well duh, wasn't like she was going anywhere. I went to my pack, and found my first aid kit, opening it and pulling out an ace bandage. I then grabbed my keys, as there was a chest with a lock in the corner. Unlocking it, I rummaged through before I found what I was looking for, one of those disposable ice packs that you activate by squeezing.

I took them over to her, and wrapped her swollen ankle up, it didn't look as bad as I thought it would, but I'm sure it was painful as all hell. I said "Looks like just a moderate sprain, you won't be walking for awhile, I'll call for a chopper in the morning to have you taken out."

"NO!" she hollered, I looked at her, stunned, as she said "I mean, I can't go back, I don't want too."

Well, something is up here, and I don't know what. Here is a woman, with a small pack, not much clothes, or food, and a hurt ankle, and she doesn't want to return to a town to be checked out by a doctor. I didn't say anything, as I stood up, and picked her back up, setting her on my left leg. I reached under the blanket, and undid her belt buckle and pants, asking "Is the blanket helping?"

She nodded yes, as I wrapped my left arm around her waist, lifting her enough to pull her pants down to her thighs. I then worked them off her short legs, and tossed them on top of her other wet clothes. I said "Stand on your good foot, facing away from me." She did as she was told, as I raised the blanket, and grabbed her panties, and started to slide them down her ass. That’s when I seen it, large welts, running diagonally across her fanny, red and puffed out, my first reaction was to say "Holy shit." I touched the worst one, and she flinched in pain. I knew they weren't from her fall, and now I suspected her other injuries on her upper arms and face weren't either.

After removing her panties, I sat her down on the bench, and grabbed another bandage, as I wrapped the ice pack to her injured ankle. I looked up, first seeing a great shot of her beaver, and instantly looked at her face, asking "Who was the asshole that beat you?" She sniffled, and tears were welling up in her eyes. I said "That’s okay, even though you're not suppose to stay here, I'll let you. But first, I'll have to take care of those welts, I have some anti-bacterial medicine in the first aid kit, I'll also help bathe you, you're pretty groody from crawling a half mile through the rain. But first, I'll have to get the fires going."

I seen a faint smile, as I got up, and went about getting a fire going in the fireplace. That took about ten minutes, and soon I had her on my sleeping mat, still wrapped in the blanket, sitting in front of the fire. I then spent about the same amount of time getting one going in the wood-stove, which doubles as my source of cooking. Once it was going, I went to the hand-pump outside and pumped a bucket of water, brought in inside, and made us some hot coffee, as I prepared a dinner of one of those instant trail dinners.

I also went out and got three five-galloon pails of water, and placed them by the fire, getting them hot, and three more I placed on the stove. She was silent the whole time, not saying anything, just watching me work. While I waited for the water to get warm, I started unpacking my gear, storing away the electronic equipment, and putting the food stores in the cupboard. The cabin interior is just one room, ten by twenty with a loft. A wood stove, a fireplace, one long table with a bench, and two sleeping platforms of about six by four on the one wall. There were two more big chests, with locks, that contained cooking gear, tools, and other basic supplies. There was a small fridge, which is powered by solar power, as were the lights. I was hoping there will be some sun tomorrow to charge the batteries, since I have to run my electronics as well. The pans were hanging on the wall above the stove, as was a large wash basin. As I looked at it, I knew it would be just big enough for my guest to use.

The coffee was ready, and I poured us some, and took it over to her. She sipped it, and a smile came to her face. I asked "You getting warm enough?"

She answered "Yes, I am." She moved her arm, and the blanket slipped down, giving me a free shot of her small right breast. I at first smiled, then I seen another welt on her chest, similar to the one on her rear.

I got back up and went to the stove, mixed the packets together, and grabbed a couple of plates. The cabin was getting quite warm, and I stripped down to my pants. I wanted it warm to get her feeling better. I brought her plate over, and she hungrily ate it. I smiled, thinking that she must really be hungry to eat my cooking.

Just as I was getting up again, to take her plate back, my beeper went off. Oh shit, I forgot about Jack. I looked at my watch, it was past eight, he's probably going nuts. She looked at me, in puzzlement, and I went to my pack, pulling out a cell phone.

I dialed it and the other end answered, "Jack, it's Paul."

"Hey man, what you been doing? You should have called two hours ago."

"Well, the rain slowed me down, then I had to take care of my wet gear and all. Whets up?

"Nothing really, but the chopper won't be bringing you any supplies until Friday, is that a problem?"

I looked at the girl by the fire, she had a look of being scared on her face, "Um, no, I should be okay. I haven't checked the barn yet, so don't know how much fuel the four-wheeler has." I paused, and said "Oh yeah, by the way, I did loose some of my food supplies due to the rain, my fault, guess I didn't pack it right, so I'll need some extra food sent up. I'll call tomorrow to let you know what else I may need."

He was silent for a second, hope my ruse worked, the girl had a face of relief on her, I wasn't telling him about her. "Okay Paul, I'll send some more food supplies, I'll go ahead and send more fuel as well."

"Sure Jack, hey, what happened to the chopper?"

"Oh, it seems there's a woman missing in the Smokies, seems she's a victim of spouse abuse, so they're trying to find her."

"Really? That’s not too far away, sure they can't stop by here?"

"Yeah, I’m sure."

"Very well, I'll call back tomorrow evening, once I get things set up for the project."

"Bye Paul, good luck."

"Yeah, sure." I pressed the power off, and sighed, I looked at her, and asked "You don't by any chance know of anything about a woman that’s a victim of spouse abuse that’s missing in the Smokies, do you?"

She smiled at first, then frowned. Uh-huh, just as I thought. I smiled back, and sighed. I went over to the wall and grabbed the large wash basin, setting it by the fire. Then I grabbed the water I was heating up, and poured it in. I went and got another smaller wash pan, pouring some water in it for dishes, then grabbed a large pitcher.

Going to my pack, I dug out a bar of soap and some shampoo and conditioner. She eyed me suspiciously as I walked towards her. I smiled, and said "Listen, I'm forty-one, been married twice, and have three daughters, no sons. You ain't got nothing I've never seen before."

She smiled, and I could tell she was blushing. I reached down, and picked her up, and sat her on the bench, as I removed the ice pack and undid the ankle bandage. I then picked her up, and set her feet first into the hot water. She recoiled at first, it was a bit on the warm side. I got behind her, and while holding her up with an arm around the waist, I removed the blanket. I saw more welts on her back, but not as bad as the ones on her ass. I had her sit down, and she covered her small breasts with her right arm, as the hot water stung her welts, she gasped in pain.

"Yeah, I know, they probably hurt like hell." I knelt behind her, grabbed the pitcher, and scooped up water, pouring it over her head and shoulders, getting her completely wet. Grabbing the shampoo, I poured some out, then proceeded to wash her long black hair. She kept her arms crossed, as I worked her hair up to a lather. I then rinsed it out, and applied the conditioner. I asked "Can you use the washcloth and wash the rest of you?"

She tried at first, but then gave up. I took the soapy washcloth, and washed her back, then reached around and did her belly, working down to her groin. I was careful not to touch her pubic area, and then I got in front of her and scrubbed her legs. She was watching me do this, as I was looking straight down her legs to her hair-covered twat. What a view. I looked up, to see her holding the edge of the tub, her breasts no longer covered. She looked up, and smiled at me. I smiled back, and grabbed the pitcher. Standing above her, I rinsed her hair out, then the rest of her body.

Once done, I went and got two towels, and wrapped her hair in one of them. I then lifted her up from behind, and dried off her upper body. She rubbed the towel on her front, drying herself off. As she did, I went to my pack, and pulled out a light shirt, and a pair of sweatpants, plus a pair of socks. Turning, I saw her sitting on the bench, watching me. I went over to her, carrying the clothes. I sat down, and had her face away from me. She sighed, as I pulled the shirt over her head, helping her get her arms in the sleeves.

Once I pulled the shirt down, I pulled her up onto my lap, as I worked the leggings of the sweatpants over her feet and up her legs. Her cute little pussy was in plain view, and I noticed my cock twitch in my pants. It took all the strength I could muster to keep the one-eyed monster from making itself obvious. I had her stand on her good foot, and pulled the sweats up the rest of the way.

I sat her back down, and went and got my sleeping bag, laid it on my mat in front of the fire, and unzipped it, saying "Okay, I'll re-wrap your ankle and then you can sleep in my bag for the night."

As I grabbed the bandage, and then her sore foot, she asked "Where are you going to sleep? That bag isn't big enough for both of us, and my bag is soaked?"

I looked up and smiled at her. My sweats were way too big for her five-foot ninety-pound frame, as was the shirt, which hung very loosely, almost falling off her small shoulders. "I'll put some more clothes on after I wash up, I'll prop up against my bag next to you, in case you need something."

She made a face, as I was wrapping her ankle, and said "Well, um, there is one thing, that I definitely need, actually two."

I looked up, almost done and ready to put on the socks, "Okay, what is it?"

"Well, first, I have to go pee." She turned red, "and I think my period is going to start, I have some tampons in my pack." She pointed towards her wet pack. Luckily, I knew they would be okay, since I knew they were most likely wrapped in plastic. I smiled, and said "Okay, there is a bedpan in here somewhere, unless you want me to carry you in the rain to the outhouse."

She made a face, and asked "You won't watch, will you?"

I chuckled, I took this to mean she didn't want to get wet again. "I'll look through your pack for the tampons while you go, do you want me to help you on the bedpan?"

"Um, yeah." Was her reply.

I finished up, and pulled her socks onto her feet. Went and found the pan, and some toilet paper, and sat it on the bench next to her, saying, "I'm going to use the outhouse, I'll be back in a few minutes." She looked up and smiled, saying thank you, as I helped her drop the sweats, and sat her on the pan, then I went out the door. The whole time I was thinking, what the hell am going to do with her? When they find out I have someone else here, they'll flip out. I did my duty, and came back in, still thinking the whole situation over in my head.

She was still sitting on the pan, and she looked at me, smiling, saying "I'm through, but can you find me the tampons?"

"Sure." I said, as I started going through her pack. She instructed me where to find them, and I quickly got one out, and handed it to her. I decided I better get some things done, while she took care of her needs. I dug out some rope, and strung it across the room. I then started taking her things out of her pack, and hanging them up. I noticed she crawled down and into my sleeping bag as I worked. Once I had her things hanged up to dry, I took her bedpan out and emptied it, and rinsed it out. Coming back inside, I could hear her soft snoring.

I decided it was time for my bathing time, as I went to the basin, and proceeded to strip down. I took the washcloth and gave my self a sponge bath, washing my six-foot three-inch and two-hundred ten pound frame. I didn't do my hair, the water had cooled off by now. As I was wiping the soap off my body with a rinsed out washcloth, I looked down and saw her eyes open, watching me bathe. She was watching my groin, and when I stopped, she looked up at my face. I stuck my tongue out at her, and turned around away from her. I heard her giggle, and I went on washing myself.

She must have fallen back to sleep, for as I was drying my body, I heard her snoring once again. I was smiling, thinking how the little woman snuck a peak at my nude body, when I thought she was asleep. I put on some heavy clothes, and emptied the wash basin, then sat down on the floor in front of the fire, next to the woman. I then realized, that I don't even know her name yet. I never thought about asking.

The night was rough, as I got little sleep. It was hard trying to sit up and sleep, as I would add wood to the fire most of the night. I woke up for good about six, and I went and stoked the fire in the stove. The rain had stopped sometime during the night, and I was able to go to the outhouse without getting wet.

Coming back in, she sat up in the bag, as I said "Good morning, how you feeling this morning?"

She smiled, and said "My ankle is sore, as is other parts of me." Shit, I forgot about the other wounds, I was wanting to put some medication cream on them.

I said "I'm going to make pancakes this morning, coffee is on now if you want some."

She replied "Sure, I would." She sort of crawled up to the bench at the table, and got a seat, and said, "Um, could you bring my pack here, and something to wrap something in to throw away?"

I smiled, I knew what it was for. I opened her pack, and tossed her a fresh tampon, then I went into a storage chest and pulled out a roll of paper towels. "Just wrap it in this, and toss it in the fireplace, it'll burn eventually."

She smiled, and she turned around, facing away from me towards the fire. "Did you sleep well."

"Yes, thank you. I slept real well, best sleep I've had in awhile."

I finished mixing the batter, and poured some out on the skillet. "By the way, we never introduced ourselves, my name is Paul, Paul Gibson."

"I'm Tina McCray." she said.

"Glad I could be of some help Tina." I said as I smiled at her.

She smiled back, saying "Yes, you probably saved my life." She was silent for a few minutes, and asked "Um, is it a problem that I'm here?"

I chuckled, "Oh, yes and no, I probably should notify my superiors that you're here, but since I did have to supply first aid, I think there should be no problem, as long as you're not the missing woman." I flipped the hot cake, and turned to see her looking at her feet. Yep, just as I thought. Guilty, one-hundred percent.

We ate in silence, and then I did the dishes. Once done, I went to the cabins first-aid kit, and pulled out a tube of anti-bacterial cream. I turned to her, saying "Okay, get up on the table, on your belly, I want to check out those welts."

She looked at me wide-eyed, and I added "Don't worry, it's anti-bacterial cream, I want to put some on so you don't get infection. At least one of the welts is broken skin."

"Can I go potty first?" she asked.

"Okay, bedpan or outhouse." I replied.

"Outhouse, I don't want to stink up the cabin." she said, smiling.

I chuckled, "Okay, I'll carry you out."

I opened the door first, then picked her up and carried her the hundred feet or so to the outhouse. I used my foot to open the door, and placed her inside. She mumbled something about it being a two-seater, as I closed the door. I waited for about ten minutes, as I heard her take a dump. When she was done, she said "Um Paul, could you open the door?"

I did, and she was sitting there, with the toilet paper in her hands. "Um, I've a problem, I can grasp a fork and eat, but, well..."

I had a hard time to keep from cracking up, "Okay," I stepped inside, and helped her up, "Hand me the paper, and I'll wipe you clean." She turned around and bent forward, her bare ass exposed, as well as a fine set of pussy lips. As I wiped her anus, I was checking out the welts as well. When I was done, I tossed the soiled paper down the hole, and pulled the sweats up to her waist. Then I picked her up, and carried her back to the cabin, her arms around me, smiling.

I laid her on the table, and had her roll over. Then I pulled the sweats back down, and rubbed the cream into the welts. Once done, I covered her ass back up, and pushed the shirt up her back, exposing some more welts. I did those, and asked, "Is there anymore, Tina?"

She hesitated, then rolled over and sat up, and pulled her shirt up, exposing her bare chest. Her tiny breasts were bare, with hard nipples, as I started rubbing the cream into the welts that ran across them. If her husband did this damage, he is the biggest dumbass around. I finished, and she lowered her shirt. I grabbed my digital camera, which was provided to me, and had her let me take pictures of her battered body, telling her that I may be able to help her cause if I had evidence.

I spent the rest of the day getting ready to do my research on the quality of plant life in the area, with some time off for lunch and checking on things in the barn. Found the four-wheeler, locked up in a closed off room, and the gas cans, one half-full, and two empty. Thankfully there was sun today, as it charged the solar batteries. Today is Monday, we won't have fresh meat and other perishables until Friday.

For the next two days, I cooked and worked, went into the field and did my count, and returned to cook us a meal. I managed to find a limb and made a crutch for her, making it easier for her to get around. By the second day, her clothes were dry, as was her sleeping bag, so I was finally able to sleep in my own bag, her laying between me and the fireplace. On Wednesday, I found a scythe, and I cut a bunch of tall grass, and brought it in for to be used as bedding on the sleeping platforms, giving us some cushion.

Thursday evening, when I came back in from the field, she had moved her bedding to my platform, and said "I got cold last night, want it by you so you can keep me warm." She said with a smile.

Without thinking, I said "Well, why don't you just attach both bags together then, that way I can keep you even warmer."

She smiled brightly, and the next thing I knew, she was unzipping the bags, and zipping them together. I just shook my head, and went on to preparing the evening meal, another instant dinner. For the last three days, she wore next to nothing during the day, once it got warm enough to do it, and inside the cabin, once I got the fire going. Since I already seen her nude once, she must have decided I wasn't going to harm her, she would go without her shirt, just walking around with just a pair of panties on, and bare-chested.

I also still had to help her go potty, and I had to give her a bath twice, including Thursday night, when I made a point to wash her twat. She was most definitely on the rag, and since no kotex, and only tampons, she was using washcloths, rinsing them out after each use. I washed her hair, dried it, and brushed it Thursday evening as well. As I was taking my turn bathing, I started thinking, I had talked to Jack everyday, and have yet told him about Tina. Yet, something was odd, not sure what it was, just the tone in his voice.

After I dried off, I went over to the sleeping platform, where Tina was already snuggled inside. I crawled over her and got my body inside, laying on my back, her body curled up facing away from me. She murmured goodnight, and I said the same to her. In the morning, I woke to find my cock the hardest I could ever remember it, and her body halfway draped over my body. Her bare chest up against my side and chest, her head using my right shoulder for a pillow. Her right hand was inches away from my cock, and my hand was in the curve of her waist.

I decided I had better get out of the sack, before I screwed her brains out. She woke as I moved her, and smiled, her hand brushing against my rod. I smiled back, and leaned up and kissed her on the forehead, saying "Good morning."

She laid her head back down, and went back to sleep, as I got up and went about getting breakfast ready, waiting for my cock to quit pointing to the ceiling so I could go take a leak. Once the swelling subsided, I exited the cabin and did my call of nature. Coming back in, she was out of the bag, bending over facing away from me, and I got a good look at her ass. Looking at the welts, I said "Looks like you're going to have some scar tissue back there."

She turned, and walked over to the stove, which I had already going strong, and said "I'll probably have lots of scar tissue." She didn't have a happy face when she said that. I knew she meant in her mind as well on her body. I made breakfast, as she got some clothes on, it was a bit cooler this morning. Since the chopper wasn't going to be here until noon, I asked "I'm going up to the top of the ridge there with the four-wheeler, you want to go with me?"

Her face blossomed into a smile, as she said "Sure?"

We ate quickly, and then went out to the barn. I brought out the machine, and started it up, she got on behind me, and we went on up the old logging road. We didn't go far when we passed a clearing, an old cemetery. As we passed, she looked over it, and I felt her arms tighten even tighter around me. We went about another mile, and came to a clearing, about halfway up the ridge at a switchback. I stopped the bike, and as we looked at the valley below, she asked "Are we coming back this way?"

"Well, yeah, we have too."

She was silent, and then asked, "That cemetery back there, is it the only one around in this area?"

I had been here a few other times, and have viewed the maps for the area on numerous occasion, so I knew it was, saying "Yes, I believe it's the old Sanders cemetery, think that was the name." I felt her hands tighten around my waist again. I knew something was up.

"I want to stop there, please?" she pleaded.

"Well, okay, lets head on back there now, if you want."

She smiled and nodded her head yes, and I started it up, turned around and headed on back down the old road. Getting there, she climbed off, and started limping through the cemetery. It was no coincidence that this cemetery was in good shape, as the locals still came up here a few times a year to clean it up and keep the forest from reclaiming it. She stopped about seventy feet from me, and I decided to go see what she was looking at. Coming up from behind, I looked down at an old metal funeral home marker, with the name of Christina Parquette, 1890-1982. She was crying, as she stood over the grave. Okay, something is up here, why would she be crying at a grave in the middle of a wilderness area, unless...

I spoke softly, "You descended from her?"

She nodded her head, and said softly, "She's my grandmother, I was named after her."

Now it's making sense, no wonder she came up here! She knew about this place. She turned and buried her face in my chest, sobbing. I couldn't understand what she was saying, but I tried comforting her the best I could. I helped her back to the bike, and picked her up and sat her on. She finally spoke, "This was all my great-grandparents land, at one time, my grandmother Christina was born in that cabin, as well as my father, back in '30's, before they sold out to the government." She sniffled, as I climbed on, adding, "I hadn't been here since the funeral, and she only has a metal marker."

I sighed, started it up, and headed back down the trail. At the cabin, she climbed off, and gave me a big hug and kiss, saying thank you. She went on inside the cabin, as I put the bike away. The chopper arrived on time, and I unloaded a hell of a lot of gear. More than I expected. As a matter of fact, if I didn't know any better, someone else knows she's here, as I had requested a bit more food, but not this much. The fridge was crammed full, and I had plenty of veggies and canned goods as well. She stayed out of sight the whole time the drop took place, which was only ten minutes in duration.

Friday night, she cooked me up a great meal, fried potatoes, and strip steaks. Not a bad little cook. She's learning how to cook on a wood stove rather nicely. We called it a night rather early, just after I uploaded my weekly report, and talked to Jack again. She was in bed ahead of me again, but she was awake and smiling as I climbed in. I knew the weather was going to be a bit cooler tonight, so I told her that as I was crawling in. She responded by immediately snuggling up against me, her head back on my chest, along with half her body. I wrapped my right arm around her back and waist, and pulled her closer with my left. I felt my cock grow, as her tiny breasts were mashed up against me.

I drifted off to sleep, dreaming pleasant dreams about this girl. During the night, I heard her whispering my name, "Paul?, Paul?"

I could feel that her whole body was on top of mine, her hot cunt resting on top of my swollen cock. "Mmmmm, yeah...what Tina?"

I opened my eyes, just making out the smile on her face. "Um, I was wondering if it was okay if I put your thing inside of me, it's awful big, and it's pressing against my belly."

Now who could argue against a request like that? I reached down, and grabbed her hips, lifting her light body up from my straining cock. She reached down between her thighs, grabbed my meat, and guided it to her hole, as I lowered her back down. Her very hot and very tight pussy swallowed my cock slowly, every inch felt like heaven. As she was sliding down my pole, I felt her body quiver, and she moaned softly. I'll be damned, I thought, as I felt my cock getting squeezed tightly, as she was having an orgasm, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.

My cock felt like it was going to explode, as finally she had it all the way in, she started to slowly work her cunt around, riding my one-eyed monster. She kept quiet the whole time, just breathing heavy, and soft moans coming from her lips. I just laid there, as she fucked me to a great orgasm, my cock shooting blast after blast of hot come into her womb. This triggered another orgasm in her tiny body, as she softly cried out, before collapsing on top of me. I must have fallen asleep, and so did she, for we woke up hours later, the sun was shining, and she was still on top of me, my semi-hard cock still wedged in her wonderful twat.

She really woke up first, stretching her body out like a happy kitty, waking me up. My cock sprang back to life, as it twitched inside of her. She giggled, as I opened my eyes. I looked into hers, and she pushed her body up with her hands, her tiny breasts hanging down. I leaned up, and kissed her hard nipples, causing her to sigh deeply. "Oh Paul, that was good." I leaned up and took her face in my hands, kissing her on the lips. She responded by slipping me her tongue, and bucking her hips. Soon I was laying flat on my back again, as she was riding me hard and fast, as I had a tit in each hand, massaging those breasts. She screamed out when her orgasm hit, causing me to grunt and spew another load into her tight cunt. She fell forward, and I wrapped my arms around her, wondering what the fuck have I gotten myself into.

We had fallen asleep again, only to be awaken by my beeper. I had a hell of a time getting her off of me, and out of the bag, staggering over in the chilly room to get the phone. Not wanting to freeze to death, I took it back to the sleeping platform and crawled back inside with Tina. I rolled away from her, and dialed Jack's number.

A few rings later, he was answering, "Hey Jack, what’s up?"

"Oh, nothing really, just thought you would like to break the news to Tina about her late husband."

Oh shit, now it's making sense, the son-of-a-bitch knew she was coming up here, but how? I asked "Okay Jack, you mind telling me what’s going on?"

He laughed on the other end, and Tina crawled on top of me, with a puzzled look on her face, "Well, long story, but glad you're taking care of her, good idea keeping her inside while the chopper was there yesterday." More laughter from him, "But anyway, she doesn't know anyone else knows she's up there but her brother, John."

I turned to her, "You got a brother named John?"

She had a shock look on her face, and asked "Is he all right?" Forgetting that I was on the phone. She put her hands to her mouth, realizing what she just did.

I chuckled, saying "It's okay, Jack just told me he knows." I put the phone back to my mouth, "Okay, now tell me what’s going on, and what do you mean late husband?"

Another startled look on her face, as he said "He was shot and killed by the state boys in Sylva, along with about three of his co-horts. Another three are in custody, and the sheriff from their home county in Georgia is under arrest, as is half the department." A pause, "Long story, but if she wants to hike back, she'll be safe now."

She had her ear to the phone, listening, and said "I can't go back, my ankle is still too sore to hike."

Jack heard her, and asked "What happened to her ankle?"

I told him the story of me finding her, and taking care of her the last week, leaving out last nights fun, of course. Once done explaining, she told me to tell him that she'll try to come down in a week or two, or whenever it's time for me to go. She was saying this as she had my cock in her hand, tugging it softly. I don't think she's going to be mourning her late husband much.

He finished by saying that a few Georgia Bureau of Investigation agents are going to come up Monday then to take a statement from her, if that was okay. She said it was, and we finally hung up.

I looked at her, and asked, "Okay, seems I'm in the dark here. Your husband is dead, which sort of makes me feel better after we did it, but still."

She put her finger to my lips, and said "It is a long story, I didn't know anyone would be up here when I started out, my brother John sent me up here, as he knew I would be safe. Only my cousin George, who owns the land at the base of the mountain, knows I'm up here." Oh yeah, that must be the guy that doesn't like the forest service too much, won't let us up here by way of his land, which would be a shorter trip. She went on and told me how her now-late husband had abused her, after he forced her into marrying him. They only had been married for two years, and he started hitting her soon after he found out that she couldn't bear children.

That gave me some relief, at least I don't have to worry if I knocked her up. She went on how he eventually made her his sex toy for him and his friends, and how she was gangbanged two weeks ago in Atlanta, he sold her body to many men in one night. The only good thing was that the bastard made the other men wear condoms, but only because he was afraid of catching something.

The final straw was when he allowed a few men to get rough with her, and when she protested, he beat her all over with a belt, hence the welts. She escaped to her brother, who managed to get her up here away from him. He was also into drug trafficking, and since his family had money, the richest family in their county, he had free reign.

Once her story was done, we snuggled down, she was sniffling back a tear, and I comforted her the best I could. Eventually, we got up and ate, and after we finished, I said "Come on, lets go see some sights."

She smiled and said "Sure!" as she pulled on some sweats and we ambled out to the barn, to get the four-wheeler. Once on, we drove across the valley and found a trail that lead upstream of a large creek. After another ten minutes, it opened into a small pool, with a small waterfall of about ten feet at the far end. The sun was high and warm, so she went and laid on the rocks, as I stripped down and waded in. She laughed as I hollered out it was cold, I told her to join me, but she shook her head no, as she stripped off her top and stretched out in the sun. I went and dove in under water, the water was about four-feet deep, and it was very cold, almost numbing my body.

After swimming across, and coming back to her spot in the sun, I came out of the water. She was laying there, now totally nude, her body was looking great in the sun. She looked at my cock, and giggled. I looked down, and the cold water definitely had an adverse effect on my pecker.

"Looks like you're cold, come on and sit here, and I'll breathe some life into it." she said to me, as she took my hand and pulled me down next to her. Once seated, she grabbed my cock, shriveled up to less than an inch from the cold water, and added "Gee, when you're limp, you're as big as my late husband when he's erect, the dirty bastard." I chuckled, as she wrapped her lips around my meat, her hot breath feeling wonderful on my cock. The response was fast, as I grew into her mouth. I laid back, grabbed her ass, and brought her cunt over my face.

She released my cock, asking "Are you sure you want to eat me? My late-husband said girls are too nasty down there."

I laughed, and said "You mean you've never had your pussy licked?" She shook her head no, "Damn girl, this will be a treat for both of us." I pulled her cunt to my tongue, and she made a muffled squeal as I licked her clit. I started out slowly, licking every crevice, causing her moans to get louder, as I worked a finger into her tight cunt. She tasted great, her juices were flowing and I was licking them up, as I worked her clit fast and furious.

Her mouth was doing a number on my meat, she definitely knew how to suck cock, and she used her tongue all over my cock as she bobbed her mouth up and down on my schlong. Her pussy was constricting hard against my finger, and I could feel my cum boil, as both of us were close to exploding. When we did, I knew she had to see stars, as I sure the hell was. My cock sent wave after wave of hot sperm into her mouth and down her throat. Her body was quaking in a massive orgasm, as I really started pumping her pussy with my finger.

As our orgasm subsided, she turned around, and laid on my body, the warm sun keeping us warm. My cock was still hard, so I sat up, causing her to be seated in my lap. I crossed my legs, and grabbed her ass, lifting her up so my cock could get inside of her warm and inviting pussy. She slid down my pole with ease, a look of enjoyment across her face. We kissed passionately, as we just sat there, enjoying the feeling of the warmth of our bodies in the brilliant sunshine.

I'm not sure how long we sat there, thirty or forty minutes at least, not saying a word, hugging each other tightly, gently rocking, as we listened to the sounds of nature around us. My cock was throbbing, as were the walls of her vagina.

The silence was broken, finally, when she asked "Paul?"

"Hmmm."

"I'm enjoying this."

"Heh-heh, so am I, Tina." I kissed the top of her head.

She murmured something, I couldn't make it out, "Huh? What did you say?"

She leaned back, looked at me, and asked in a clear voice, "Does this have to end?"

I smiled, at a loss of words, then pulled her back to me, "No Tina, it doesn't have to end. It's all up to you and your desires."

I heard her sniffle back a tear, as she said "I love you, Paul."

Ah shit, this is getting too deep, and I don't want to hurt her, yet if this goes on...."I love you too, Tina." I sighed "Even if it's just for this moment, or if it's for many more."

Her arms tightened around me, as she started riding my meat. Well, I guess I just made a commitment, wonder how she'll take it. I started stabbing her tight twat with my cock with short, hard thrusts, as she threw her head back, her hot pussy exploding into another terrific orgasm, squeezing another load out of my cock. We kissed heatedly, as our mutual sexual high abated. I laid back onto my back, her coming down on top of my body, my cock still nestled in her warm, sweet cunt.

She put her hands under her chin, looking at my face, and asked, "Would it be okay if I stay here with you until the end of your assignment?"

I smiled, saying "I would like that, but it doesn't end until the end of November, the snow could be flying."

"That’s okay, I'm sure you'll keep me warm." She kissed my chin.

I squeezed her ass cheeks, massaging them gently. "You're going to need warmer clothes."

"I'll get my brother to send some up, do you think Jack would mind?"

"He better not, it was him along with your brother that sent you up here for me to take care of."

"Okay, then where we going to after this assignment?"

Yep, to make a long story short, we've been together ever since. She more or less has become a paid employee, as I've trained her in keeping records and such. We spent the rest of that assignment keeping each others sexual appetites sated, which took lots of doing. We did it all over the cabin, in the barn, and before it got too cold, we even went back to the swimming hole and did it in the water. And the sex was just as good once we started traveling together, we still can't get enough of each others bodies. I guess we are living happily ever after.

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