Stranded Camper

  Tiffany Madison

  Published by Tiffany Madison, 2014.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  STRANDED CAMPER

  First edition. July 2, 2014.

  Copyright © 2014 Tiffany Madison.

  Written by Tiffany Madison.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Stranded Camper

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  All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

  “Hello? Aimee? Are you there? Hello?...”

  I pulled the cell phone away from my ear and looked at the screen, watching the bars of service disappear one by one.

  “Yeah, I’m here, Becky,” I said into the microphone as I pulled off of the highway. “I’m losing service, though. Where are you guys exactly?”

  I heard every other word as Becky responded.

  “Aimee...we’re...camped...top...of pass...make sure...turn...fork in road...”

  Then the phone cut out completely. I glanced at the screen once more to see that I had finally lost service completely.

  “Fuck,” I whispered, as I tossed the cell phone into the passenger seat next to me. “Why did I agree to drive all the way up here to go camping? There are easier ways to celebrate graduation...”

  I took a deep breath and then glanced in my rear view mirror, where I watched the sun slowly disappearing over the horizon.

  It’s almost dusk...

  I needed to get up to the top of the mountain pass in order to find my friend’s campsite before it got dark.

  “Well, I guess I had better get moving,” I said, as I turned down the windy dirt road that was just off of the highway.

  I wouldn’t have been so nervous about the whole thing, except I was a city girl who had never spent any time in the mountains. Plus, my car was a rickety, two-wheel drive sedan. I was surprised it had even made it the hundred-mile trip to get to the bottom of the pass.

  The first turn onto the dirt, I found my car bouncing around like crazy. The un-maintained dirt road was covered in washboard and it was all that I could do to stray in a straight line as I drove.

  “This is fucking ridiculous,” I whispered, as I pressed on the accelerator, trying to beat the setting sun.

  I picked up my cell phone from the empty passenger seat and glanced at it again, hoping that I would have at least enough service to call Becky back and figure out exactly where they had set up camp. I wasn’t having much luck, though. It wasn’t showing any service and I doubted that it was going to get any better as I continued up the mountain.

  “Oh well,” I said, as I reached forward and turned up the radio. “I hope I run into them at the top.”

  ***

  Thirty minutes of driving on the dirt road, and I hadn’t seen any camp sites whatsoever. The sun had all but set completely, leaving just a light glow coming from over the mountain. I had guessed that it would only be another fifteen minutes before it would be completely dark outside.

  But as I continued up the pass, the darkness became the least of my worries. As I gained elevation, I found myself driving through a thick fog. It was causing the light from my headlights to reflect back into my eyes, making it nearly impossible to see the road.

  “God dammit,” I whispered. “What am I doing here? I should have just stayed home.”

  My original plan actually was just to stay home, but Becky had insisted that I come up and go camping with our mutual friends, Tommy and Sean. She thought it would be a great way to celebrate our graduation and to have a night of fun before we all went our separate ways to college.

  I would have simply ridden up with them, had I not gotten sucked into helping my mom clean out the garage that day.

  You owe me, Mom...I thought, as I squinted my eyes, trying to see through the fog.

  As I continued my trek, the road increased in steepness. My palms began to sweat, as I attempted to navigate it. I rolled down my window, trying to clear some of the condensation that had built on the inside of the windshield from my breathing. It didn’t help much, though, since it was mostly the outside fog that was making it impossible to see where I was going.

  Suddenly, I felt the front tires of my car begin to slip. They let out a harsh noise as they spun out on the muddy road.

  “Shit...”

  I pressed on the accelerator, trying hard not to lose my forward momentum. The tires continued spinning faster as I laid on the gas. Finally, they hit a dry patch, pulling the car forward quickly and out of the mud.

  Oh, thank God. That was close.

  I took a sigh of relief, trying to neutralize the burning sensation that had been building in my gut from the anxiety. However, the relief was extremely short lived, when I felt the car begin to slide sideways.

  It felt like slow motion as I gripped the steering wheel and tried to pull the car the other direction. It was no use, though. The muddy road pulled me to the side and within a second, I heard a crunch as the front of my car ended up in the ditch.

  No, no, no. You’ve got to be kidding me.

  I pressed on the gas and tried to turn back onto the road. The tires just spun in the mud, though, making a loud whizzing noise.

  “Shit.”

  Immediately, I put my little car in reverse and pressed on the gas. The car began to lunge backward, but then sunk deeper into the muddy ditch.

  “God dammit,” I said. “What in the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

  I reached up and turned on the overhead light in my car. Immediately, I started digging through the glove compartment, hoping to find my insurance card.

  Maybe they can send somebody out...

  I found the insurance card hidden underneath a bunch of random papers in the glove compartment. I was excited about finding it, until I remembered the fact that I didn’t have any cell phone service.

  Fuck! I can’t even call out for help!

  “Okay, I can handle this,” I said, while trying to make myself calm down.

  I looked in the rear view mirror at myself, and then shook my head in disappointment.

  “You always end up in these situations, Aimee,” I said to myself. “But you’re going to get yourself out of it this time. Let’s get this car out of this fucking ditch right now.”

  While looking in the mirror, I pulled my long blonde hair back into a ponytail, tying it together with a rubber band. Then I glanced down at my body. I had been told that there was going to be lots of sunshine and warmth up on the mountain, so I was wearing my brown bikini in preparation for some sun bathing. However, it looked like that wasn’t going to work out as planned. So, I reached in the back seat and grabbed my suitcase, where I had luckily packed some other clothes.

  I dug out my grey sweat pants and slipped them on over the bikini bottoms. Then I pulled on a red sweatshirt, which had my future college’s logo inscribed on the front. After that, I found my tennis shoes and put them on over my bare feet.

  “Okay,” I said. “Time to get this car out of this ditch.”

  I left the headlights on and stepped out of the car. The sun had gone down completely and I glanced out into the foggy woods. It was total darkness and I couldn’t see a single thing. I swallowed nervously, as a sinking feeling came over me.

  The warm and fun camping trip that Becky had promised me was quickly starting to feel like a fairy tale.

  I closed the car door behind me and then went to the front of the car to inspect the situation. As I walked, I felt the wet mud underneath my feet, causing me to slip and slide all over the place.

  The moment that I got to the front of the car, I knew that I was in trouble. Both the front and rear passenger-side tires were sunk deeply in the ditch. I placed my hands on the front bumper and pushed with all of the strength that my petite body had, but the car didn’t budge.

  I gave it one more push, just for good form, but it quickly became clear that I didn’t have the physical power to make a difference.

  “Well,” I said. “Fuck.”

  I made my way back to the driver’s door and opened it, hopping inside. The situation didn’t leave me with many options.

  I can sleep in the car...I can start jumping up and down and screaming out of frustration...or I can start walking. I can’t be far from the top of the mountain. Becky and my other friends have to be somewhat close...

  “Okay...” I whispered to myself. “I’ll walk up the road and find them.”

  I reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed my cell phone. It was the only light source that I had and it was going to have to do. If I had known that I there was a possibility of getting stuck by the side of the road, I would have considered bringing a flashlight.

  After turning off the ignition, I hopped out of the car and locked the door behind me. With the headlights turned off, it became even more apparent just how dark outside it had become. I clicked on my cell phone and began walking along the road, with only a few feet of visibility in the thick fog.

  ***

  The night air was only growing colder and I felt a chill shoot down my spine. Only able to see a little bit ahead of my steps made for a very unnerving journey in the darkness.

  As I looked ahead of me, I continually hoped that I would see a campfire or something. Over twenty minutes went by, but still nothing.

  “Fuck!” I shouted, beginning to feel frustrated.

  Suddenly, I heard a branch snap in the woods behind me.

  “What in the fuck was that?” I whispered, as I looked over my shoulder and pointed the lit-up cell phone in the direction of the noise.

  The light from the phone did nothing through the thick fog, though. A wave of anxiety shot through me and I began to quicken my pace. My fast walk turned into a jog, and then eventually into an all-out run, splashing mud in every direction with each step.

  After a few minutes, I was out of breath and exhausted. I looked behind me again, but still didn’t see anything.

  That noise was probably just in my imagination...

  It reminded me of when I was a kid and my grandma would make me go to the basement for something. Once there, I would get that chill that made me want to run up the stairs as fast as I could. Well, I had that chill. I had that chill worse than I ever did at my grandparent’s house as a child.

  “Okay, Aimee,” I said to myself, still catching my breath. “Just keep moving.”

  I continued walking quickly, periodically checking over my shoulder. After ten more minutes of speed walking down the road, I saw what looked like a campfire in the distance.

  “Oh, thank God...” I said, as a relieved smile crossed my face.

  It was good timing, too, because as soon as I saw it, the battery on my cell phone died, causing my world to turn black. The only thing I could see through the fog was the small fire in the distance.

  I walked quickly toward the light, hoping that I wouldn’t end up walking off of the road. As I approached the fire, I called out, “Becky?”

  There was no answer. I continued my pace, finally approaching the fire. As I got closer, I realized that it was beginning to go out and it looked as though it had been a little while since someone had put a log on.

  “Becky? Tommy? Sean?” I called out, my voice echoing throughout the trees.

  I didn’t hear a sound.

  “Well, this is weird...” I whispered.

  I glanced up, immediately noticing a small, green tent that was nearby. There was no way that my three friend’s would have been able to fit inside of a tent that small, so I became fairly certain that I was standing in somebody else’s campsite. Still, though, I needed a ride or at least some directions, so I decided that I would try to wake whoever was inside and hopefully get some help.

  As soon as I stepped up to the tent, I heard the snap of a branch in the woods nearby. It caused my stomach to jump into my throat. I looked behind me to where the sound came from, but again, saw nothing.

  “This is getting stranger by the second...” I whispered.

  Then I turned back toward the tent.

  “Hello?” I said.

  There was no answer, so I grabbed the zipper that held it closed and then slowly pulled it down. With the front fully opened, I held the tent flaps apart with both hands and stuck my head inside.

  “Hello?” I called out, once more.

  Suddenly, I heard something behind me. It sounded like footsteps running up, but before I could turn around, I was tackled into the tent.

  “Oh, fuck!” I cried, completely startled.

  I landed on my face, into what felt like a soft sleeping bag and pillow. I attempted to turn around so that I was at least on my back, but I immediately felt a pair of strong hands grip my wrists.

  “What the fuck?” I shouted, as I attempted to squirm away.

  I glanced over my shoulder, to see what appeared to be a man. It was difficult to tell, though, because only his silhouette was visible against the dimming light of the campfire outside.

  As soon as I laid eyes on him, though, he pressed his knee into my back, forcing me to turn around. The air escaped from my lungs as he pushed his weight into me. It was only a second later, that he tied my wrists together tightly with a rope, rendering me immobile.

  “Who in the fuck are you?” I shouted.

  He ignored my question and then pressed his knee into my back once more. The pressure caused my words to trail off as my breath quickly escaped my lungs. Immediately after, I felt as the man brought a bandana over my face. He cinched it tightly around my mouth, rendering me speechless.

  What is going on?

  With the bandana pulled snuggly over my mouth, he finally released his knee from my back. Immediately after, I felt as he grabbed the waist strap of my sweat pants and began to pull them downward.

  Oh, my God. This isn’t right.

  The stranger quickly pulled my pants down over my ass, but then hit some resistance. The front of my pants were pinned between the floor of the tent and my body, stopping his downward pull.

  He let out a quiet grunt, and then quickly jerked down, causing my pants to slip down to my knees. I looked over my shoulder, but he immediately grabbed my ponytail and forced me to look forward once again.

  With his free hand, he finished pulling my sweat pants all the way to my feet and completely off of my body. Then he went to work on my bikini bottom, which was tied with a simple string on each of my hips, making it easy for him to gain access.

  He quickly pulled the strings and then jerked the bikini bottoms off of me, exposing my naked ass and pussy. I felt so vulnerable and powerless in that moment. But then the strangest thing began to happen. As I felt his hand slide up the inside of my naked thigh and toward my virgin womanhood, I actually began to feel turned on. A tingling sensation shot through my body and I felt as my pussy became damp.

  The man jerked back on my hair, sending a shooting pain through my scalp. But as soon as he did, he countered the pain with a deep pleasure, as he pressed a finger up against my opening.

  I moaned into the bandana, instantly overcome with a sensation of pain and pleasure. I felt my pussy get wetter instantly, and the stranger seemed to notice. I listened as he breathed in quickly through his teeth, creating a hissing noise. It was the same thing that I did when I got turned on and I recognized it immediately.

  With my pussy lips covered in my natural lubrication, the man slipped a finger inside. I let out a soft squeal of pleasure, as he began to finger me me. It felt amazing. It was so much different than when I would touch myself. His strong hands created an intense pleasure that was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

  I looked over my head once more and try to get a glimpse of him, but he just jerked on my ponytail again, forcing me to look forward.

  Who is this man?

  He began to finger me quickly and I could feel my juices as they gushed out of my body. Waves of ecstasy began to course through me and I found myself beginning to moan loudly into the bandana that was wrapped around my face.

  It wasn’t long, before I found myself pushing my ass toward him. For some unexplainable reason, I was really getting into it and I found myself wanting more.

  Suddenly, the man pulled his hand away. Then he dropped my ponytail, causing my face to fall into the pillow in front of me. I listened to the sound of him unbuckling his belt. Then I heard the zipper of his jeans.

  Is this going too far?

  Before I could utter a sound, he crawled on top of me and bucked his hips forward. Immediately, I felt a sensation unlike any other, as the crown of his penis began to part my pussy lips.

  I moaned into the bandana, overcome with sensation. I wanted to tell him that I was a virgin and that he needed to go slow, but I couldn’t.

  The man pressed forward, and I felt his tip slide deeper inside of me. My pussy began to gush juices, lubricating his shaft as he went onward. But when he got halfway, he hit a resistance inside of me.

  Oh, fuck...

  The man grunted and then pulled his cock out, immediately plunging it back inside. Because his tip was covered in my thick lubrication, it slid back in with ease. But once again, halfway inside, his cocked bumped up against the resistance.

  The stranger quickly began fucking me with just the top half of his dick. Then after a few seconds, he pulled out once more. I could hear his breathing behind me and I closed my eyes, anticipating what was about to happen.

  He firmly gripped my hips with both hands and then brought his tip back to my opening.

  Oh, God...please go slow...

  Suddenly, the man bucked his hips forward firmly, much harder than the first few times. His cock plunged quickly inside of me, shattering the resistance that had been holding him back. A flash of white pain shot through me, but it disappeared as quick as it had come, replaced by an intense pleasure.

 

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