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Roan High Knob

Roan High Knob In September 2002, it was going to be a great week according to the weather channel. Work was slow so I decided to take a long hike and clear my head. I drove to Elk Park NC where the local sheriff had agreed to give me a shuttle ride. I left my car and he drove me to Ervin, Tenn. The A/T crosses the Nolichucky River there and gives me a nice 5-6 day hike back to Elk Park. The first couple days were nice, a little rainy, but I made good time. At least until I met April. She was blonde (of course), 41 and a great, lean body. She had run in the Charlotte Marathon earlier that year and a triathlon in May. Out of courtesy, I tried to give her plenty of space but we were moving at about the same pace. That night we camped at a shelter near Hughes Gap. She stayed in the shelter and I set up my tent about 20 yards away. It's amazing how being alone in the woods, a campfire and a beautiful woman can be so seductive. We talked for hours. She was divorced, one kid in college. Her X sounded like your typical asshole Doctor. She was trying to "refind" herself. Things were getting very hot and personal. I was thinking this is not why I had come hiking so I made some excuses and went on to my tent. The next morning when I got up she had already left. It was raining so I packed up and headed off. One hell of a climb up Roan Mtn. It was late afternoon and a perfect day when I got to the top. I made my way to the Roan High Nob shelter. It was packed. A bunch of college kids and beer. Not for me. One of the kids told me "my friend" was in the clearing about ½ mile off the trail. Out of curiosity I went to see who. Guess who. April said her feet were blistered and the shelter was full so would I mind if she shared my camp site. Being the southern gentleman I am, of course I didn't mind. I fixed her feet (mole skin and duct tape works wonders).We then set up camp and fixed dinner. She was complaining of a stiff back so (I don't know what came over me) I started rubbing her neck, then her back. She rolled out her bag next to the fire and lay down on her stomach, asking if I minded if she took off her shirt. I was breathing too heavy and my mouth was too dry to answer so I just nodded. I started at her shoulder blades and worked down to her lower back. After a few minutes, I slid my hand into her shorts to rub her butt. As I pulled her shorts off she let out a low moan. I continued down her leg to her feet. Though she was still covered with the days sweat and dirt, she absolutely glowed in the dancing light of the fire. Moving up her legs, I slid my hand between her thighs. The heat and moisture seemed to intensify. She rolled over and slipped off her underwear. I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. I rolled my tongue around and around her nipples while I slid my hand down her belly and through her hair. April was breathing heavy and arching her back. I ran my tongue between her breasts to her navel, continuing to her pussy. She spread wide allowing me full access to her clit. She pulled my legs around and wrapped her lips around my dick. We rolled over as one. She was now on top working me hard. How long this lasted, I am not sure. My jaw and tongue were sore and aching. I was short of breath as she forced herself on my face. Then suddenly she pulled off. I took a deep breath. As she rolled off, the dying fire cast deep shadows across her upper body. Her chest was a combination of dark shadows and slick skin shinning in yellow, red and white reflections from the fire. My cum appeared iridescent in the dark on her lips and cheeks. She reared back like some feral beast and then straddled me, sliding my recovering dick into her pussy. She pounded me for what seemed like hours. When and how it ended, I'm not sure. I remember lying in the tent trying to sleep, but my heart still racing. I was afraid she would be gone again the next morning. When I woke, April was fixing coffee, bagels and packing. Nothing was said. I packed and started cleaning up the camp site. For small talk, I started talking about the days hike and where we may camp that evening. She said she was sorry, but she had to catch her ride at Carver's Gap at 11:00am. We left camp around 10. The hike down was an uneventful if not quiet slog on a series of wet gravelly switchbacks. As we approached Carver's Gap, it was steep with heavy vegetation. She turned, gave me a kiss and asked me to stay there for 10 or so minutes. While it sounded odd, I wasn't surprised. I moved to the edge of the woods for a better view. April was met by 2 kids, maybe 8 & 12, jumping out of a Suburban. Next came a man, maybe 45, short, overweight, balding with glasses. They exchanged kisses, loaded her gear and left. I came out of the woods and sat on a picnic table, wondering what had just happened. I didn't even know her last name.