It was late in the camping season and because of him we were driving around frantically searching for the next available camp area on our map. James decided that he wanted to venture down a four mile canyon road to a secluded camping ground that he noticed on the map. We weren't sure what the dotted line meant until we were on the dirt. We almost turned around because the road was so rough, but we pressed on and obviously others were just as determined to camp in this special place amongst the dense redwood trees as he was. To our surprise there were at least five other tents in the area. The trees were dense and the canopy of trees were so high that it almost blocked out the sky and it always felt like it was getting dark even in the middle of the day. It was a great natural feeling that I have always loved and James wanted me to be happy so he made sure I was. We set up our tent quickly as evening was fast approaching and started a fire. We enjoyed it for a little it while as we ate and then stored our food in the bear safe locker that was provided. As we were setting up our air mattress and I was rolling out the sleeping bags, I noticed the flicker of lights and the unusual amount of happy campers headed to the restrooms. I decided to wait until later to go pee since the restrooms would be full now. As James and I were lying there, watching the stars through the opening at the top of our tent, we both listened to the remaining crackling embers just outside our tent and quickly drifted off to sleep from the thin mountain air.
I awoke in the middle of the night; my bladder was reminding me to go find the restroom. James was sleeping soundly so I didn't bother to wake him. It was a warm evening, and a full moon, so I went out in my night gown and flip flops and I could see somewhat with the moonlight. I had nothing on underneath since I took off my bra and panties before going to bed. I found the flash light and eventually found the restroom at center of the campground. I had just sat down on the stool and put my flashlight on the floor, when I heard a noise. My first thought was that I was sure the door had closed fully behind me and latched, thus locking behind me. As I sat there peeing the door knob turned and the door opened slightly. At this point I was done peeing but was sitting there scared out of my wits that a bear, or raccoon, or a camper, or something was coming in.
Now this is the part where James does not believe me. In walked the biggest hairiest, what looked to be a man, that I have ever seen. From what I could see with my dimming flashlight, he was at least seven feet tall and fully covered with hair from head to toe. He kept sniffing the air like a dog on a scent. He was grunting something at me and before I could let out a scream he lunged forward and grabbed me up off the toilet. His two hair covered hands completely enclosed around my waist. My face was pressed into his hairy chest and as I was screaming bloody murder into this smelly hair, my screams were muted. As he rushed me out the door, I noticed from the corner of my eye, a woman standing there with her flashlight. Her face lit up just enough that I noticed the astonished look on her face as my kidnapper carried me off into the thick forest.
From what I could make of it as it leapt and bound, this thing carried me up over that next ridge and down into a rocky ravine. The scent of this thing has been described in books by Bigfoot hunters as a pungent stinky odor, but to me it was more like an attractant or sort of alluring masculine pheromone scent. As he carried me without much effort my fear subsided and I actually felt safe in this strong man's arms. It was just a strange sense, and perhaps an ancient instinct playing on my mind, that a caveman had just taken me and he would not be stopped by any man nor give me back.
He brought me to a hole in the rock that was an entrance to a hidden cave. He lay me on a soft pile of women's clothing. There was just enough moonlight coming in from a hole in the ceiling that I could see him pretty good. It seemed obvious that this scenario had been repeated over time and some other women had left some of their clothing behind. My night gown had ridden up to my waist and my private area was exposed to his gaze. I quickly closed my legs to limit his view. He grunted and kept sniffing the air. I started to worry when I noticed what looked like the large head of his penis protruding from his parted hair. The head of his penis resembled the underside of a red apple. He put one hand on each of my knees and pushed them apart. He sniffed hard and I could feel the air swirling around my pussy, my butt and my inner thighs. I immediately began to tingle all over my entire body and down to my toes. The thought of this big hairy man smelling my pussy was just about all I could take. My pussy became wet and I could feel the wetness running down the crack of my ass as I was shocked with myself longing to be fucked hard by this creature and I imagined his extra large rock hard cock and what it might look like buried to the hilt in me.
