Girl on a Mountain
by Richard

I am fortunate that the local area around where I live has many walking trails. Recently in winter there was a beautiful still morning which was supposed to turn to heavy snow and gale force winds in the afternoon as a front came through.

I decided to go for a hike in early afternoon. I figured an hour up to the ridge line, an hour across and complete the loop back to the car. I would be back before the weather set in.

An hour in and it was beautiful up on the ridge line and I could see the clouds starting to gather on the horizon. Half an hour further on I could see a bunch of people in the distance. As I got to them it turned out to be half a dozen girls from a local bible group aged about 12 to 15 along with an "adult leader" a young women in her mid 20s.

One of the girls had fallen heavily and twisted her ankle and grazed her leg. They were all milling around wondering what to do. They were dressed in sneakers, jeans and sweat shirts and it looked like they had been sitting around for a while.

They were hopeless and the so-called instructor didn't have a clue. They had no first aid kit and no other gear with them aside from carrying drink bottles.

I pointed to the coming storm and told the instructor she needed to get the girls off the mountain asap. I would carry the injured girl as far as I could and get her off the exposed ridge line but they needed to call for help as soon as they got cell-phone coverage back (realistically not until the car park). They headed off looking nervous and I began carrying my young charge by piggy back. She, in turn, put my day pack on which made me very top heavy.

It was slow going over a rocky trail, even though I had good boots on I risked slipping and dropping her again. Having said that the other girls were going slowly and it was a long time before we lost sight of them. I had a couple of stops along the ridge. On the second one she began shivering and I was worried she would go into shock. She was scared stupid. I asked her what she had on under her sweat shirt and as I suspected she said "just my bra". I had a good polar fleece in my day pack and a light wind breaker. I told her to take her top off and put the polar fleece next to her skin for best effect and the wind breaker over her sweat shirt. She looked about to refuse out of modesty when I told her to stop being stupid and get on with it; it's a safety issue.

I hadn't taken much notice of her up until that point but she looked about 14 and had nice tits inside a frilly bra. I felt a brief stirring in the loins but it was hardly the time or place so we mounted up and got going again.

We were soon off the ridge line where it was sheltered but harder going downhill. She warmed up with more clothes on and had the energy to thank me. I asked her name (Katie) and I tried to make small talk to keep her mind off her ankle.

The storm hit just before we got into the tree line which is just as well as it would have been white-out conditions without a proper trail. The paramedics and rescue squad caught up with us about half a mile from the car park.

They confirmed it was just a sprain that didn't need hospitalisation. They were worried more about exposure though as she was soaked to the skin and cold.

As it turned out she was visiting from out of town and was supposed to stay with her aunt and uncle, about an hour's drive away. The logical thing was to take her back to my place to warm up while she waited for her uncle to come get her.

After a short drive back to my place the weather had really packed in. We rang her aunt who said her uncle wasn't expected back for a while. She was not happy to come out in such atrocious weather as she didn't like driving in snow. The aunt was clearly unhappy about leaving her with a stranger but had little choice and seemed ok after talking to me on the phone (I'm an architect so I presume she felt Katie was in safe hands).

To be honest, up to that point there was nothing out of the ordinary going on and no intention on my part to take advantage of the situation.

However she was wet, cold and in pain.

I made her a hot chocolate while I ran a hot bath. She was shivering and really shaken as she realised how close she had come to being stuck on the mountain. I put a chair by the bath so she could hold on while she was getting in and out and I told her to chuck out her clothes so they could be washed and dried for the morning.

She blushed and said "what, everything". I said "you can't put on wet underwear." I threw her some of my clothes which were far too big but would do for the while. She looked unhappy about a loose pair of shorts but I reminded her she couldn't easily put on long pants or tight shorts with a sprained ankle and we needed to dress the leg.

She emerged from the bathroom about half an hour later transformed. While obviously in pain she was warm, had a smile on her face and smelt great. We laughed and joked and she thanked me "for saving her life".

I set to work making pasta for dinner and bandaged her ankle and dressed her torn leg. While I was doing this I noticed I could look up her loose shorts and see her crotch. It was hard to see much in the shadow but I couldn't help a furtive stare. I looked up and saw her blushing; I had been busted looking up her shorts.

My mind raced; do I make a joke of it or apologise. Should I make some suggestive comment? Instead I just blushed and looked lame.

After a while she said "have you got a girlfriend?" I said no and asked if she had a boyfriend. She said "I wish but I am such a loser when I talk to guys, and my body is nowhere near as good as the other girls in my class. Plus my parents are really Christian and I'm not allowed to date anyway."

It sounded lame but I said she had a perfectly fine body and that teenage girls spend far too much time comparing themselves with girls in magazines. That seemed to break the ice and we had a good chat about this and that over the next hour.

Finally it was bed time. I changed the sheets and said I would sleep on the couch but she said "you can share the bed with me if you like". I couldn't believe it. I said, that's way inappropriate but she said I don't mean like that. It's just that it's really unfair to kick you out of your own bed and it's big enough to sleep without anything happening.

I felt like an idiot. Here I am getting hard at the thought of a teenage girl sharing my bed but it's her taking charge of the situation not me.

I told her I usually sleep in the nude and don't own any pyjamas but I will sleep in my boxers. She jumped into bed in my tee shirt but took her shorts off meaning that's all she had on. I left the bathroom light on in case she got up in the night.

We talked for quite a while. She said all the usual teenage stuff like how she hated her parents because everyone else was allowed to do things she wasn't and how all her friends had more experience with guys than her. She said of the 50 girls in her year four weren't virgins; two had done it with a boyfriend, one had done it with her cousin when her parents were out and one had been raped when a bunch of guys got her drunk at the beach. She said most of her friends had seen a guy's dick or touched one on a date and had had their boobs felt up. She said she hadn't done any of those things and felt like a total loser.

I had a major woody but didn't want to take advantage of someone half my age. We eventually rolled over and went to sleep.

Next thing I remember is waking up, still with a stiff dick and finding she had spooned into my back with her arm draped over me. I could resist it. I rolled over so I was facing her and draped my arm over her. Sure enough she turned over shortly after and my dick was pushing into her butt and my arm was over her top.

I slowly worked my hand down until it was resting on her right tit. It was perfect. Firm and a perfect handful and I could feel her small nipple poking out. I was about to leave it at that when she moved her butt back into my dick.

Over the next while we both pretended to be asleep as we both touched each other but it was more gentle hugs than lust.

Eventually she pretended to wake up, said she had to pee and got up. I watched her limp to the bathroom and her body was silhouetted against the light. When she came back I was lying on my back and obviously watching her. I said OMG you look beautiful. She said "you know what, of everyone in my year, no one has ever spent the night with a guy. I am about to move from last place to being the envy of everyone in my year. With that she whipped her tee shirt off and climbed into bed naked. I may be a loser but I'm not stupid. The boxers came off in a second and we lay together hugging.

I gently massaged her firm boobs and played with her nipples. She seemed stuck between wanting to lie back and soak it up and add to her own stock of guy knowledge. She alternated between lying there and moaning as I played with her tits and grabbing my dick. She seemed more into implanting the size and shape into her memory than actually getting me off but I didn't care. As I moved down to her pussy it was so wet. She had very little smell of sex but she was absolutely soaking wet. I focused on gently rubbing her clit rather than trying to see how many fingers I could get inside her.

Eventually she had an orgasm. She lay there after and I asked her how she was. She admitted that she had played with herself a bit and made herself feel "all buzzy" but had never had such an intense experience or a "proper orgasm". She said she also suspected the girls at school exaggerated about orgasms because none of them had described anything like that. I still hadn't cum but it was such a turn-on.

I said I just had to cum and that I would show her how to jack a guy. I said it would be best with the bedside light on so she could see what she was doing. Again she was torn between protecting her own modesty and wanting a good look. Needless to say the light went on and she was soon gently stroking my dick. I got to lie there and stare at her gorgeous tits as they gently jiggled while she jacked me. I was already super turned on so it took no time at all. The look on her face as she saw her first male orgasm was just priceless. She was fascinated. She felt how sticky it was but wasn't up to tasting it.

We turned off the light and she learned another sexual experience; sleeping in the wet patch.

I woke first next morning and had the pleasure of seeing her lying there sleeping in the nude. I soaked up her perfect form with a firm body, pert tits and no fat. She didn't trim her pubes and she was quite bushy but it didn't look at all gross. Just natural and simple.

I started to get hard again and I leant over and started gently sucking her nipples. She stirred awake. At first she smiled as she enjoyed that excellent feeling of half asleep sexual stimulation and the memory of the night before. Then she seemed to stiffen up and panic. I asked her what was wrong but I figured it was her Christian upbringing bringing back a guilt trip. I mentally resigned myself to having a wank before breakfast and dropping her home. In actual fact she was just worried that I was going to try to have intercourse. Aside from not being on the pill she didn't want her first time to be with someone she wasn't dating.

"But you still want to fool around and get some practice yeah?" I asked trying not to sound like I was begging. Yeah I trust you she said and last night was just the most fabulous feeling I've ever had.

I started sucking on her tits as I gently moved my hand down to her sex. I stroked across the soft hair and gently tickled the top of her slit. She responded instantly by thrusting herself gently towards my fingers. Again she was moist in no time and was soon bucking against the action of my fingers. I found her hand and put it on my cock. She got the general idea but was too inexperienced and too focused on her own action to manage any rhythm but I was so turned on I didn't care.

She seemed to have sensitive tits because she really moaned when I sucked on one boob and gently squeezed the other. With my other hand working on her pussy she soon lost all interest in my cock as she built herself to another orgasm. She completely lost herself in it and came with long gasps. It was such a rush watching her come and knowing you had given a young woman some powerful and happy memories of her first time with a guy.

Once she was over her orgasm she was quick to reciprocate and again she was fascinated watching cum squirt from my cock all over my stomach.

After a while I made her breakfast and had a look at her injured leg and ankle. She wore my bath robe and I wandered around naked. She laughed at the way my dick bobbed around when I walked. I then suggested she complete her morning with a shared shower. I soaped her all over and we both spent far too long on each other's erogenous zones. She was happy to stay naked after the shower and she even grinned as she rang her aunt while she was nude to say I would drop her off later on.

We had one last mutual masturbation before I took her home. Her aunt was very grateful and apparently the "mountain rescue" had even made the local radio evening news. If they had only known.

We skyped a couple of times after that and she did a strip tease and played with herself but it was never going to recapture those special moments that night. She said her friends at school accused her of making it all up so I sent her a pic of my dick with a "thanks for a great night" message. I'll always remember introducing a special young woman to sex.

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