Meeting Hannah

I have hiked and backpacked the more deserted areas of the Sierra mountains in the Lake Tahoe area for several years now. In 2018, I retired after my wife passed away. That is when I moved to the area and initially tried hiking the most well known trails. It is extraordinarily beautiful here. Nature at its finest. But I found the almost constant stream of people that I would run into on the trails to be a real mood killer. Rude, selfish and unprepared are just a few of the perfectly apt descriptions for most of these wanna-be hikers and backpackers. They were often loud and inconsiderate, didn't give a shit about nature and many acted like the entirety of the outdoors was their personal space. If even one percent of them had ever heard of the ten essentials, I would be shocked. So after several unpleasant experiences with the masses, I opted to move deeper into the back country.

Orienteering has always been a passion of mine. Give me a topo map and a compass and I can work my way through an area with ease so the places I hike now are much harder to access. One has to want to be in these places. They are seldom on the way to anywhere. As a result, I find very few, if any, people when I am out here. I essentially have these beautiful, pristine wilderness areas to myself...until last Thursday.

I began this trip by parking in a small lot on the western shore of Lake Tahoe just a few miles south of Tahoma. It was a bit early in the season so the crowds were still thin in populated areas. I headed west on the General Creek trail which begins at an elevation of roughly 5,800 ft. It is an easy slog for the first two miles but don't let that fool you. The scenery is fantastic. Craggy peaks in the distance, beautiful conifer forest all around you and a roaring creek to keep you company as you walk. It is a beautiful spot.

The grade picks up after 2 miles or so as you climb toward the junction with the Lost Lake Trail. I took a left at the trail junction and headed south toward Lost Lake. This trail borders the Desolation Wilderness and offers exceptional scenery all along its 2 mile length. Occasionally you can spot remnants of a long ago decommissioned jeep trail. It makes the walking a bit easier and often offers glimpses of wildlife. On this day, I was surprised to see what appeared to be recent vehicle tracks on the old jeep trail. I passed that off as being caused by some over zealous logger looking for a giant Douglas Fir.

As I climbed higher and approached the lake, I noticed fresh vehicle tracks again. That seemed odd since this area is so isolated and that old jeep trail is in very rough shape in some places. But like I said, probably just a logger. I rounded a curve in the trail and a beam of light struck me in the face. WTF?? I looked closer and there through the trees was large 4x camper van with the sunlight reflecting off the body. What kind of asshole would bring THAT thing way out here? My mind raced through the possibilities. A drug deal in progress? An abandoned stolen vehicle? As I considered the situation, I became increasingly uneasy. Was I in a dangerous spot? Should I pull out my pistol? Was this gonna be a day I might regret forever?

I decided on a more stealthy approach to the lake from where I was. I dropped my backpack, pulled out my 45, tucked it into my jacket pocket and began to work my way toward the lake. Not too far ahead was a very large boulder which bordered the south end of the lake. If I could make my way up there, I should be able to see what was going on without being discovered. I walked lightly through the forest, stepping on rocks where I could. When I reached the base of the boulder, I could hear a voice, or was it voices? It wasn't clear but it was definitely female. Now I was really confused. Was she alone? Was I being watched by her partner? My heart was racing. I worked my way up the boulder to near the top to a spot that offered a good bit of cover. I eased my face around the outcrop until I could see the edge of the lake. I slowly leaned out farther until my eyes settled on a figure in the lake about 100 feet away. Holy shit! She was naked! She was talking to a camera that was set up on a tripod just on the edge of the lake. I focused more closely on the woman and almost fell over. It was Hannah Straight, the YouTube personality who films outdoor adventures around the west. But she doesn't undress for her YouTube videos, so she must be filming some new content for her OnlyFans page!

Suddenly, a large piece of stone worked loose from my leaning against the boulder and clattered its way down the face of the rock and into the lake. Hannah's head snapped around toward the sound. As she looked up, her eyes met mine and she screamed. "Who the hell are you and why are you spying on me?" She ran to the edge of the lake and grabbed a towel to cover herself. When she stood back up, she moved behind a tree. She also had a pistol in her hand. I called out. "Hannah, I do not know you personally, but I know who you are. I have followed you on YouTube and OnlyFans for some time now. And I am not spying on you, regardless of how it may seem." With a little less fear in her voice she yelled back "Then what the hell are you doing way out here?" I told her about my backpack trip and how I love to get to the most out-of-the-way places I can find. I told her how I spotted the vehicle tracks on the old jeep trail and then spotted the camper through the trees. I said that I did not know if I was walking into a drug deal or a stolen vehicle situation or just some old hippies out here to get high in nature. That was why decided to climb the boulder to get a look at what might be happening. "Well, you are pretty quick with an answer and you sound sincere, but I still don't trust it. I do have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it to protect myself!" "Listen to me Hannah, my name is Ted. I'm 52, an avid hiker and honestly, a big fan of yours. But this is nothing more than bad timing. I would never knowingly interrupt anyone who was out here working. Had I any idea that was what was going on, we would never have seen each other." She remained behind the tree and said nothing.

"So how about this. I'll head back down the trail and set my camp up in the second intersection with the old jeep trail. That will block the trail to any more traffic and hopefully prevent you from being interrupted again. If anyone comes along, I'll fire off a quick shot to alert you. Tomorrow morning, I'll head back down to the General Creek trail and then bushwhack my way over to Richardson Lake. I'll finish my backpack trip there and you will be completely alone again. Now, I'm going to stand up and work my way back down this rock. Don't shoot me!"

I waved as I turned to leave and then headed back down the rock outcrop. Hannah remained hidden in the trees and did not acknowledge me in any way. Couldn't say that I really blamed her. A stunningly beautiful young woman in a wilderness area, naked as the day she was born, filming herself when suddenly she is interrupted by an old man. It must have scared the shit out of her. I chuckled to myself as I made it to bottom of the rock and picked up my backpack. 'Well at least I didn't have to pay for THAT view'.

Heading back down the trail, I passed her Mercedes Sprinter van. It was some rig. But all the way down, I couldn't get the image of her out of my mind. I have seen almost all of Hannah on her OF page. I have spent hundreds of dollars unlocking her provocative content. She truly is stunning. A brown-eyed, brunette beauty at 5' 7" tall and roughly 130 lbs. Her body is extremely toned and fit. Her skin is flawless and her tan is unbroken. On her videos, her sultry, teasing voice is a real turn on. But out here, in person, even with her voice being quite harsh from fear and frustration, she was exquisite. Her sumptuous breasts, her thin waist, her long and muscled legs and her tiny 'landing strip'. Wow. That image will be with me for a while.

I made my way back down the Lost Lake trail about a mile where I found the old jeep trail. It was a few minutes after 5pm. There was a nice flat spot that allowed me to set up camp squarely in the middle of the track between two large fir trees on either side. I put my tent just off to one side. That way, if any more vehicles found their way up this far and did not stop, I would live to tell about it. I decided to take a quick bath in the stream to get off 'the grime from the climb'. There was a light breeze blowing and the birds were in full song. Not far away, a grouse was calling. This was nice.

After I dried off and changed, I built a fire ring and gathered some kindling and firewood. I found three larger stones that I used to create a ledge in the fire ring. I then started a cozy little fire that began to heat the three stones nicely.

I like to bring real food along for the first night of my overnighters. This time I stuffed a beautiful Costco strip steak into my food bag along with a plump Idaho baker. And a flask of really nice, 18 year old Coal Ila. A nice steak and baked potato dinner would be especially tasty tonight as I rolled the new images of a naked Hannah Straight through my mind.

After I gathered 4 liters of water for my gravity filter, I rinsed and wrapped the potato and dropped it in the coals. Then I put the finishing touches on my camp setup and settled into my camp chair for a wee dram. A little scotch while I let the fire heat the stones a bit more before cooking the strip. As I savored that first sip of scotch, my ears caught a slight sound. I looked at my watch. It was 6:10.

The sound did not come from north of me so it was not someone else coming up the trail. It came from the other direction. As I stood up to take a look, I heard a voice say, "Hi there Ted". It was Hannah! She was walking toward me with a camp chair in one hand and what appeared to be a wine bottle in the other. She was wearing sandals, jeans and a light weight, tie-dyed hoodie with some writing I couldn't yet make out. Her hair was in a pony tail, a look I had never seen her use before. She had a big smile on her face as she reached the fire ring. "Damn Ted. You are one tall drink of water. What are you? 6'4? 6'5?" "Uh, Hannah. Hi. Yeah, 6'5" Er... I'm surprised. Uh, to borrow your question, what the hell are you doing here?" "Good to see you too Ted. A bit abrupt are we?" "Ok, you are right. That was a bit over the top. But to be fair, the last time I saw you, you did have a gun in your hands." We both laughed at that and then proceeded to stow her things and set up her chair. Once her hands were empty, she approached me with open arms offering a hug. A thought flashed through my mind that I must be dreaming, but the warmth of her touch, the beautiful scent of her perfume and those delicious breasts pressed against my chest brought me back to reality. "Hannah, it is such a treat to meet you in person". "Well Ted, before I say anything else, I have a few questions. You said you follow me on OF. Do you use your real name?" "Yes. Why do you ask?" "Where do you live?" "Down near Kyburz. What is this 20 questions?" "Not quite 20, but a few more. When did you move to the area?" "In 2018, the year after my wife passed." "Ok, just one more. Have you ever shared a fantasy with me on my OF page?" I swallowed deeply. I had indeed shared a fantasy of mine with her. What the hell was going on? "Yes, Hannah, I recently shared my fantasy of some new content that would focus on you pleasing you. So?"

"So. After you left my camp area, I was still upset for quite a while. I have never run into anyone while I was filming and you really caught me off guard. While you did seem sincere, I am very, very cautious when I'm alone in the woods. After 30 minutes or so, I calmed down enough to finish my shooting plan for the day. I took my gear back to the camper and began to download the footage to my laptop. As I was thinking through the events, I flashed back to a DM exchange from a few weeks ago with one of my OF fans named Ted. In that exchange, he shared with me one of the more erotic fantasies I have ever read. I was impressed. THAT Ted also seems to be a decent human being. In messaging he is funny, considerate and charming. And I wondered if there was any chance that person might be you. No way, right? So I looked up his OF activity in my DMS to see if I could spot something. I followed a few DM threads and picked up on information he had shared in the past like where he lived and when he moved here. Then I ran across the DM in which he shared his fantasy. While I was thinking about it I remembered how I had behaved at the lake. I decided that if there was any chance you and that Ted were one person, I would find out so I could properly apologize for my earlier behavior. That is the reason for all the questions."

"Now that makes sense," I said. "I am glad you reached that conclusion and that I didn't get shot in the process." We both had a hearty laugh at that comment. Then I said, "I was just beginning to enjoy a bit of single malt. Would you care for a taste?" Her face lit up. "I would love it!"

We rearranged our chairs around the fire pit and settled in. I pulled out one of my extra shot glasses and filled it for Hannah. I always carry an extra in my pack in case I do meet someone interesting. As she raised the glass to her lips I stopped her. "Just so you know, that is an 18 year old Islay malt. If you are a fan of single malts you may know it. If not, it may require some getting used to. And before you try it, I would like to offer up a toast. 'To the beautiful things in nature, both natural and human! Sla'inte!'" We touched glasses and Hannah took a sip. She let the golden liquid roll around in her mouth for a second or two and then swallowed slowly. "Oh my, that is wonderful" she said. "I have enjoyed single malts but this is my first Islay malt. Which one is it?" "This one is from Coal Ila, one of my very favorites." "I need to remember this one" she said.

We both sat back into our chairs and savored the whiskey and our surroundings. We chatted for a few minutes about our love for the outdoors and the oddity of this meeting. Hannah glanced at the fire and asked "Why do you have a stone ledge in the fire pit?" "Ah, yes! That is a neat little trick I learned a few years back" I said. "An army vet friend of mine and I were backpacking in Colorado. We hit the mother lode of wilderness campsites at the end of our first day. We both liked to bring a nice cut of meat for the end of the first day and I had hauled in a collapsable grill for cooking. As he teased me for hauling in the grill, Frank showed me the rock trick. By setting up the flatter, thinner stone on the two supports right in the fire, it creates the perfect grilling surface. The stone gets very hot and cooks meat perfectly while keeping it out of the direct flames. I have never hauled a grill around with me since."

Hannah smiled. "You are full of surprises Ted. That's another one I need to remember." I looked at her and for a moment I got lost in that beautiful face and those big, brown eyes. When I saw a quizzical look spread over her face I came back to reality. "How rude of me Hannah. I have been enjoying our conversation so much I have completely forgotten my manners. Have you eaten already?" "Great minds" she said. "I was just about to ask you the same thing. Would you like to come back to my camper and I'll make us a pizza?" "That is a very generous offer. I have seen your travel videos on YouTube and your pizza skill are formidable. But here is my counter offer. I have a nice, thick strip steak and a large potato that is already in the fire. I'll cook for us here. We can split the steak and potato and enjoy some of the wine you brought. How does that sound?"

"I like your plan Ted. Maybe I can rustle up some dessert at the camper later." I noticed a wry smile cross her lips as she said that but thought I missed something. I set about prepping the steak and moved the potato around in the coals. Hannah rearranged our seating and opened the wine. I dropped a splash of water on the stone to test the temperature. The droplets evaporated immediately. The stone was ready. When I placed the meat on the stone, the sizzle was amazing as was the smell. We looked at each other and grinned. "How do you like your steak prepared Hannah?" "I hope you don't find this off-putting but I love mine medium rare" she said. "Off-putting? Not at all. Is there any other way to cook a steak?"

We kept chatting as the steak cooked. This time we talked about earlier times in our lives. Hannah was talking about having lived in Alabama for a time. "Alabama, really? I was born there and went to college in Auburn. It really is a small world, eh?" "Wow Ted. Yet another surprise."

When I checked the potato again, it felt perfectly cooked. I pulled it from the fire and set it on the ground to cool a bit. I pulled something out of my pack and showed it to Hannah. "A little squeezy butter won't kill us, eh? Are you okay using this on the potato?" She chuckled. "You pack an amazing steak all the way out here and you couldn't find a way to bring real butter? What kind of backpacker are you?" "Well, one who likes to leave greasy and slippery to the right circumstances." I winked as I returned that wry smile.

We prepared our plates and ate dinner, talking throughout the meal. We discussed our likes, our loves, our dislikes and our passions. The conversation flowed so easily that one would never know we had met just hours before in rather trying circumstances. As the wine flowed, the conversation turned to Hannah's OnlyFans pages. I told her again how much I enjoy her erotic content on her VIP page @HannahStraight. And then asked her why she also maintains the @HannahCamps page. "First Ted, I am so glad you like my content. When I was looking you up earlier and realized just how big a fan you are, I was touched. Thank you for all your support. As for @HannahCamps, as I have navigated my way through this OnlyFans, er... adventure, I have learned that I have several types of fans. Some love the erotic content. Some prefer a little kink. And surprisingly, to me at least, some prefer a more sedate, demure experience with me. So I keep the HannahCamps page for those more timid souls."

"You know Hannah, I don't want to sound 'clinical', but I wondered if it might be target marketing. Brilliant idea. Sounds like you have a really good handle on your business model and your subscribers. As I have told you in DMs before, I follow your page because I have only found one creator on OF that combines all the elements of teasing, seductiveness, beauty, innocence, sensuality, daring and eroticism that I enjoy and that, of course, is you. The manner in which you run your page doesn't feel forced or urgent or transactional. You are very professional in your approach and you care about the production value of your content. You also do a great job connecting with your subscribers. So, thank YOU."

"Ted, comments like that are what made me feel comfortable with the online you before I met the real you. You are eloquent. You are direct... You are a real sweetheart. I really appreciate your kind words". She paused briefly. "Um, er...so much so, in fact, that I want to push a few boundaries. Do you mind?" That wry smile appeared on my face again. "Mind? No way. I am very keen to hear the next words out of your mouth." Hannah's face was a bit flushed but very alive with dancing eyes and a big smile. "You shared your very intense fantasy with me... may I share mine with you?" "Oh yeah! I would LOVE that!"

"Ted, you know I really enjoy producing erotic content for my fans. Yes, it is lucrative, but it is also a real turn on for me. You also know that I shoot that content in near total isolation." She laughed a sultry laugh. "Well most of the time anyway." I had to laugh at that one too. "Whether I am undressing for the camera, pleasing myself, creating a JOI video or a DP video with my toys, I am doing it for my fans. Stimulating? Yes, but I'm not always 'in the moment' if you will. So I have been a little excited this evening because my secret fantasy involves a situation very much like what has happened so far today. I'm out filming and get interrupted by someone who stumbles on my shoot. It's a little scary at first but things calm down and then progress well. An attraction builds between us as the day goes on and ultimately leads to an erotic encounter where I get the pleasure of having every sexual whim that I have ever thought of attended to by my new 'friend'. It is spontaneous and erotic and scintillating and oh so satisfying."