[This is a work of fiction. All locations, events, and characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
Timely Rescue
My name is Anne, but my friends call me Annie. I am a natural redhead with long, silky hair reaching just short of my shoulders. I am going to be twenty-two on Monday. I am five feet five inches tall in my bare feet, which by the way, are size eight double c, very long and narrow for those not in the know. I have a very athletic build despite my large boobs as I actively work out often to keep in shape. My very long and slender fingers look more like those of a piano player than those of a martial arts expert, but I do hold a black belt in karate. I have very long, nicely shaped legs which can clamp around a man like a vise.
You might also be interested to know that my red pussy hair is trimmed into the shape of a tiny heart. I am a 38D in the tit department with very large aureole and perky, long nipples that erect like you wouldn't believe when stimulated. I have green eyes to match all the red hair and just the tinniest hint of freckles on my face and across my shoulders diving down from my neck to between my boobs. One has to look hard to see them. Sometimes, that is part of the fun. I have a very tight ass that some men say they would die for. Hah!
I live in an apartment in a city of over 50,000 population, and I work in an office fifty stories up in the heart of the downtown financial section, so I like to "get away" as often as I can into some peace and quiet. I took a partial personal day and left work at noon on this gorgeous late fall Friday in order to head for a weekend of camping and hiking in the deep woods, a two hour drive away. A girlfriend is to join me on Saturday at a camp site in the park where we will stay. This girlfriend, Clara, is a coworker from the office. She is a brunette doll only five feet tall. She is petite in all other departments also.
Well, I arrived at the campsite to find it nearly deserted yet this early. So, I set up our tent by myself (helpless females, right?). I was already dressed for a hike in tight shorts, halter top and hiking boots. I carried a walking stick with a metal top and a small back pack of necessaries. There was at least four hours of daylight left for hiking, so I filled several water bottles and started off down a well used and well marked hiking trail.
Although the late fall afternoon was quite warm when I started the hike, by near sunset, the air temperature had cooled unbelievably, I had not brought a wrap as I had intended to be back by this time (good girl scout, huh!), and I was developing quite a chill with shivers and giant goose bumps. And, I was quite some distance yet from the campsite. So, I began to hurry and got a bit careless. I started across a bridge which was just one narrow log about ten feet above an icy cold stream, fed I learned later, by a sparkling and cold spring in the high mountains not too far distant. The water must have been near forty-five or fifty degrees. Naturally, in my haste, I slipped and fell in with a loud scream, not to mention, a resounding splash!.
Although my hiking boots and pack hindered me, I am an excellent swimmer and I did manage to unhook and drop the back pack. The stream was over my head in the middle, but not really all that wide. However, it had a fast, difficult current. Trying to swim out, I was making progress toward the bank, but very slowly and drifting downstream rapidly. Suddenly, a man appeared on the bank. He saw what was happening in an instant and immediately started wading out towards me, pulling a coil of rope off his shoulder as he came. He was struggling at chest deep when he threw me the rope. Luckily, I caught it on the first throw and he began to reel me in as he backed toward the stream bank.
By the time we reached dry land again, we were both soaked to the skin and shivering with cold. I, in my skimpy outfit, was on the verge of suffering hypothermia and shock. Jack, whose name I learned later, was much more warmly dressed for the cool evening, but still was soaked and very cold. Athletic and fit as I was, I was shaking and nearly in shock. Jack said, "Come on, we have to get you and me to a dry, warm place fast. My hunting cabin is close, can you make it?"
I was by now so near losing consciousness and shaking so hard, I barely understood him and then did pass out into his arms. Jack later told me that he picked me up and slung me over his shoulders in a fireman's carry (he is one) and started hauling me off to his cabin. Thankfully for both of us, it was but a short, five minute trek to get me there. Jack immediately got me stripped bare of my few wet clothes and wrapped up in several warm, soft blankets before he could get much more that a quick glance at my nude assets. He built up the existing fire in the fireplace to a roaring inferno and stretched me out on the floor in front of it as close as he dared. He also then stripped and rolled himself into some blankets next to me by the fire. For the next three hours, we kind of rotated our front and back sides around each other getting warmth, feeling, and life back into our bodies.
Finally, after the fire had burned down to a small, cheery campfire size, Jack asked, are you ready for some warm liquid refreshment to warm your insides now that the outside is warm again?"
I replied, "That sounds just great!"
So Jack got up and waddled in his blankets to the wet bar at the side of the room and came back with two strong Kentucky bourbon drinks. He also pushed a battered old couch up near the fire and then built up the fire a bit again. We sat beside each other on the couch and gazed into the fire as we sipped our bourbons. As I said, the drinks were strong, the fire was hot, and we both began to feel the effects.
Jack said, "You're still shivering some. How 'bout I give you a rub down to help warm you up faster.?
