A Night on the Fells

Fuck! I'm lost, not quite lost but in a difficult situation. I am in the normally beautiful Lake District, I had just climbed my 112th of the 'Wainwright's'. The 214 peaks that were described in Wainwright's guides to the Lakes. I love his descriptions and drawings of each climb; they are not climbs in the strictest sense, more walks and scrambles.

Now I am a few thousand feet up the mountain in a sudden and unpredicted mist, what I would have called a pea-souper. I had set off on a clear sunny day with no inclement weather predicted.

I am always prepared for this sort of eventuality with a small rucksack containing all the essentials for an overnight bivouac. Deciding to walk on for half an hour or so avoiding any of the difficult ridges until I found a sheltered spot to bivvy down. I had with me an army style bivouac bag, designed for sleeping outside and this was the reason I always carried it on my fell walking.

I'd been walking for fifteen minutes or so when I came across a stone built hut. Perhaps once used by shepherds or maybe miners. It looked dilapidated but serviceable and better than in the open.

Strangely there was a lock on the ramshackled door. Pity it would be more comfortable in there than out in the damp and cold. I selected a spot on the sheltered side of the hut when I heard a sound from inside!

I searched round for a way to see into the hut, in typical Lakeland dry walling there wasn't a gap. I stood on a rock and found a small gap where the corrugated iron roof joined the wall. I shone my torch in and could make out the back of a girl standing with her hands up, she was naked.

Fuck me! What to do, obviously the first thing was to break in. I have a Leatherman multipurpose tool which I used to unscrew the clasp which had been put on with the screw heads available; poor workmanship I thought.

I opened the door and was facing a beautiful naked girl with her hands tied above her head. She was shivering in the cold and had a ball gag in her mouth. I'll take this time to describe her although I immediately cut her down and removed the gag.

It was quite dark so I shone my powerful torch over her from top to bottom and then felt guilty for taking advantage of her predicament. Hell things must be bad enough for her without having some pervert ogling her. Guilty - I felt a distinct stirring in my groin.

She had longish blond hair, kind of wavy and bright blue eyes which were full of tears, some running down her face. She had a lovely mouth with full, kissable lips and because of the gag had drooled down her chin and onto her tits.

Her tits were of a good size with pale, pierced nipples, the cold had them erect and proud. I could see her ribs and her flat stomach with a pierced belly button below which her hip bones directed to a pubic mound devoid of hair and a neat looking pussy.

She had obviously been there for a while as she had peed herself, her legs were wet and there was a puddle on the floor.

She was not only distressed and cold but also blushingly embarrassed. I took out my bivouac bag, unzipped it and had her lie in it. I stripped off my boots and coat and got on top of her with a silver blanket and my coat covering us.

She mildly protested but I told her to shut up. "The best way to get you warm is to share body heat, I'll make a brew in a while and sort you something to wear although my wardrobe is rather sparse." This at least got a smile.

You think of all the things you could have brought for this situation but hell you could not predict coming across a naked lady half way up a fell. Oh for a Tilly lamp, light and heat.

I made hot Bovril for us both and left the stove on for warmth. Dipping into my sack for spare clothes I produced a thickish jumper and a thick pair of socks. What more can a man want in an emergency? She gratefully put the jumper on which saved her having to try and cover her tits with her arms.

She carefully put the socks on without exposing anything I had not already seen. She had finished her drink. "Do you like Bovril?" I asked.

"Well, to be honest I've never had it before but this was marvellous, I shall drink it all the time," she replied. We sat together, avoiding the wet spot, her with her lower half in the bivvy bag and the silver blanket round our shoulders, we snuggled up.

"Would you like me to phone mountain rescue?"

"No, no I'd be so embarrassed," she muttered. Good, I thought, I had vowed never to call the Mountain rescue unless it was a matter of life and death. They are a great bunch of volunteers who I support whenever I can and although this is quite an emergency, not life threatening.

"You have a phone?"

"Yes."

"Could you phone somebody else?"

"Possibly I've not even checked if there's a signal."

"My boyfriend or should I say now ex boyfriend took my phone and my clothes. I suppose you deserve to know the full story," she whispered, again embarrassed.

There I am snuggled up to an attractive, half naked young girl, isolated in the Lake District about to hear a bedtime story. Worse things happen at sea.

"I live at home with my parents so opportunities to be alone together are difficult so we arranged a week in a caravan. My boyfriend, sorry ex boyfriend, who is rather dominant decided we would do some fell walking. Apparently he knew about this hut and although it is a long way off the beaten track he dragged me up here." She was near to crying again.

"He decided we should play a bondage game, we had talked about it and I did find it quite a turn on. So he trussed me up as you found me, spanked me, fucked me and just looked at me." I could feel the heat of her embarrassment emanating from her, I put my arm further around her and felt her tears.

"He laughed and said, 'You look wonderful like that, I think we will stay here all day.' He packed everything into his bag, kissed me and said 'I will go and get some supplies so you can think about what I am going to do to you when I get back.' With a resounding smack on my bum he left, locking the door after him. He didn't come back and it went cold and I could see the mist through the gaps in the roof."

"So he could be wandering the fells looking for you?"

"No, the selfish bastard will be warm in bed dreaming about the abuse he plans to give me." More tears were flowing. "I think we could both squeeze into this bag, you would be warmer, particularly if you took your trousers off and we could share body heat," she suggested.

Now I must admit it was a wonderful idea for the sake of saving energy. On that basis I produced a slab of Kendal mint cake from one of my copious trouser pockets as I removed them. "I know Kendal mint cake is the corniest thing to bring on a hike but it is nearly all sugar which soon converts into energy and heat."

We shared half the mint cake so we would have that and some Bovril for breakfast and I squeezed my way into the bag until my underpants clad erection was pressing against her naked pussy. I defy any man not to have a hard on in my situation.

"Ooo, that's nice and so warm," she said, wiggling her pussy into it.

"I was just thinking the same thing," I replied. I was looking into her beautiful blue eyes, her makeup messed with all her crying. We kissed.

"Should we turn the torch off to save the batteries?" She suggested.

"Good idea." I stretched one arm out and extinguished the light. I have spare batteries, enough to last all night but if the lady prefers the dark, fine with me. I managed to get both hands into the bivvy, one to release my rampant cock and the other to warm so I could play with those rather nice tits.

She pulled my head to her and kissed me long and hard, I licked the salt tears off her face. I had released my cock when a hand came down and took hold of it. "Please fuck me oh knight in shining armour," she laughed.

She was opening her legs as wide as she could, not very wide in the restraints of the bivvy bag and directing my cock into her. "Not so shining. It has long been my desire to rescue a maiden in distress."

"Not so maiden," she giggled as we fully connected. I knew I wouldn't last long. I had been turned on for quite a while. While she held my arse my hands worked their way up under her jumper to her tits, which I squeezed and manipulated.

"I am not going to last long, you have me so worked up," I admitted.

"That's okay. This is your reward for rescuing me, I'm not going to let your cock go until you fuck me again. True to my word I shot my lot into her. I pulled her jumper up and as it belonged to me it was plenty big enough for me to get my head in and pull it down giving me free access to her tits.

I have never sucked pierced tits before, rather an odd feeling. I pulled one up by the ring and she seemed to enjoy that, at least didn't complain. Her nipples were as erect as when I first saw her, not cold the cause this time.

Whether it was the constraints of the bivvy bag, her hands holding my arse or just my lust but I could feel my cock growing. "Bite me," she whispered, pushing her tit into me. I did, I could feel my cock being squeezed and released. "Harder." Hell, what does she want? I bit harder.

"Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck," she screamed. What do you think I'm doing, I fucked harder, I bit harder, she screamed louder. "Ayyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeee!" if anyone was looking for her they would have to be a long way off not to hear that.

I came again, exhausted. I pulled my head from under the jumper and we kissed wildly. "I am nice and warm now," she giggled. It was totally dark now so we snuggled up and slept.

In the morning the mist had lifted and the sun was out, the most urgent necessity was to pee. I went out and peed on a rock. I recognised where I was and knew where I had gone wrong. Getting down won't be a problem.

"We can be down in an hour," I told her. I realised that I didn't know her name. As I started up the little stove I said "Let me introduce myself. I am Ken, also known as Sir Lancelot."

She burst out laughing, "Good morning kind knight, I was on distressed maiden duty last night, I am Lucy, also known as Lady Guinavere."

"I will make a Bovril then we can head down," I said.

"I think I am not undistressed yet I may need rescuing when I have had a pee," she said as she went out.

I think I may be able to rescue her again, my main rescue equipment was standing to attention. After all, I had watched her very attractive bare arse under the jumper wiggle itself out.

We sat crosslegged on the bivvy bag drinking our Bovril and eating the last of the mint cake. Sitting cross legged exposed her sweet dampish pussy and my cock was poking over the top of my underpants.

We were giggling. It was not long after five o'clock in the morning and warm in the hut. Putting her empty mug down she took the jumper off and held her tits, offering them to me.

"Nice tits but I've been there I am going to suck your clit and you are going to suck my cock," I told her.

"Oh yes," she had her mouth around my cock before I could put my mug down. I manoeuvred around so that I was on top with my mouth over her pussy and pushing my cock into her throat. She seemed to be coping with it quite well, I jerked slowly in and out, my balls bumping her nose.

I concentrated on her clitoris while she sucked and wanked my cock. Her legs came up and gripped my head as she pulled me into her pussy, she screamed.

"I'm coming," I warned, so that she had the option of swallowing or pulling my cock out. She held my arse and I came into her mouth, she swallowed it.

A short time later, "We had better go down before it gets busy," I said. "If you wear my jumper, underpants and two pairs of socks and wrap the silver blanket as a skirt you should be okay. I will carry you over rocky parts. I have a map that can be ripped apart and put in the bottom of your socks."

She agreed that this was the best we could do. So that was it, difficult but we managed to get to my car, breathing a sigh of relief. I drove to the cottage that I had rented for the week.

The cottage was warm, the thick walls have a way of holding the heat. "Shall I switch the fire on?" I asked.

"Yes please," she said, removing her makeshift skirt. I switched the electric fire on, put the kettle on and fried some bacon and eggs. When I returned to the lounge Lucy had removed her jumper and was sitting in just my underpants. "It was itchy," she explained. I didn't complain.

We sat at the table eating ravenously. "That's better," she said sitting back.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked. Fuck would have been a good answer. Maybe later.

"First I need some clothes that I could go out in. Then I would like a lift to the caravan to pick up my things and tell my arsehole ex boyfriend to go to hell. Can I stay here with you for the rest of the week?"

Can you? Fucking right you can stay. "Of course," I said. I found a clean pair of underpants, a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. "I haven't any shoes that will fit you and I don't wear a bra you'll be surprised to know."

We set off in my car to the caravan site. "Do you want me to come in with you?"

"No, I can deal with the twisted arsehole myself," she retorted. I waited in the car ready to get out if needed. I wasn't. "So you can go fuck yourself you snivelling mini dicked spunk bubble."

I suspect she told him it was over. She came out carrying a suitcase and a rucksack with a pair of boots dangling from it. She threw everything in the back of the car and climbed in. "Let's go," she ordered.

Arriving back at the cottage she went to the bedroom and unpacked. Fifteen minutes later she came out wearing a rather fetching pair of knickers, obviously not mine, and nothing else. She was carrying my underpants and shorts."Shall I wash these for you?"

"Don't bother, they will be fine." wearing them after she had gave me a small tingle in the balls area.

"I've not dressed as I don't know what you have planned for the day," All plans went out the window. "I had intended to climb Red Crag but I can do that another day. Today we could stay in the cottage and recuperate from last night. I have a rather pleasant bottle of red wine and we could watch the birds and squirrels at the feeders."

She raised an eyebrow. I don't think she is into wildlife. "And you could tell me what you like about being tied up. We could even try it if you want."

"I don't know after my last experience."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes sir." she said.

"Then on your knees, between my legs."

She was quickly kneeling before me. "After last night when you had me completely at your mercy you were nothing but compassionate. Of course I trust you," she said while undoing my fly. She went to put my cock in her mouth.

"Before you do that wouldn't it be a good idea if we had a bath first?" The cottage did not have a shower,

"Douu oggggy," she said, it is hard to be coherent with your mouth full. Ah well if she doesn't mind who am I to argue? Actually I would like to practice a little cunnilingus on her not too clean cunt. Can a dom do that? It's not very domineering.

I eased up so she could pull my pants down, I wasn't wearing any underpants so she was soon holding my balls, licking them, licking up my cock, sucking again, "Stop," I ordered.

"Crawl to the bedroom, lay on the bed on your back, legs spread and hold your cunt open," I said. Reluctantly she let go of my cock and crawled out. Her arse looked lovely, unfortunately her cunt was covered by her knickers. She looked back at me and grinned.

I removed my clothes and walked to the bedroom where Lucy was laying just as I instructed. She had taken one leg out of her knickers which were hooked around the other. It looked very sexy.

I crawled up until my nose was just above her sweet smelling cunt, I thought it was sweet smelling others may not have agreed. Before I started work on her cunt I asked her to tell me about her experience as a sub.

"I don't really know, my dad used to spank me, he stopped when I was a teenager and I admit I missed it. Daft, I know because it hurt. I have always been submissive, I now realise. A follower rather than a leader."

I now had my tongue inside her, tasting her juices which were beginning to grow more freely.

"The arsehole boyfriend wanted to try some BDSM things. It was fun, he'd tie me up and tease me, keeping me from cumming for an hour before allowing it. He'd smack me until it hurt too much and I made him stop."

I was concentrating on her clit now, rubbing it between my tongue and my teeth. She was becoming more restless. "Continue your story or I will stop."

"I discovered that I am a bit of an exhibitionist, only a bit and I like... no I can't say it, please."

"That's okay," I said, removing my mouth from her cunt. "I can wait until you beg me to continue."

"No, please, please, don't stop I'll tell you, I like to be humiliated, called names, slut, whore, don't stop. Please."

"So you want me to carry on licking your smelly cunt." I said diving back in. "Continue."

"When a week's holiday in the Lakes came up we had plans. You saw the result of one of them. He was not meant to leave me there and why he took everything I don't know. I think he may have intended to leave me there overnight anyway, bastard. That's great, please don't stop. We were only learning about BDSM. Aaaaaarrrrrr."

I moved up her body stopping on my way to quickly suck each nipple until I reached her mouth. I kissed her, my tongue going far into her mouth. I rolled off and held each other while we slept.