James was about as far out into the national park as he’d ever been, and hiking hard to put more distance between himself and civilisation. It had been a horror week - in one fell swoop, he’d lost his job, his apartment, and his new girlfriend. It wasn’t his fault, and why’d she have to go and spread the video around anyway? Weren’t there laws about that sort of thing? As soon as he got back, he’d look it up, but for the time being-...
“Can you help me..?” A soft, lilting voice interrupted his furious reflection. James span around, coming face-to-face a young woman. Straight away he noticed her clothes: She wasn’t properly outfitted for hiking at this time of the year - she wasn’t even wearing shoes! - and then he noticed her clothes... A sweater with a deep scoop showing off a truly fantastic pair of breasts. As his eyes slid over her generous figure, he felt his cock throb to attention in his pants. He realised he was leering, coughed, and overcompensated, instead fixing his gaze well over her head as he tried to regather his thoughts.
“Are you lost?” He asked. He remembered something in the paper about missing hikers, something like three over the last four months. Had that been in this national park? He couldn’t remember. Besides, they’d all been men.
“Can you help me..?” She crossed her arms under her bust and shivered, the gesture serving to do nothing more than press her breasts up out of her ridiculously impractical sweater and accentuate her top-heavy figure. James automatically shrugged off his parka and offered it to her, but she kept her arms crossed under her heaving chest.
“It’s okay...” James mumbled, trying to ignore the throbbing in his pants. This young lady was the textbook example of a damsel in distress, and his horny mind couldn’t help but project forward to the rescue, the accolades, and of course, the very personal thanks she’d pay him in some hotel room later, the least she could do for her knight in shining armour.
As he imagined their night together, lost in his reverie, he didn’t notice as his eyes fell back to rest on her breasts. Slowly, so slowly, she reached one hand out and took his proffered jacket. He released it numbly, but instead of putting it on, she dropped it carelessly to the ground.
“H-hey...” James protested, shaking his head, trying to snap himself out of his enticing daydream. Her deep cleavage filled his vision, and his cock throbbed painfully in his pants. “If you didn’t want... To wear it...” He trailed off. The girl had started swaying side-to-side, and her breasts were shifting sensuously under her soft, fluffy top. He became fixated on them, his hand, still outstretched, fell loosely to his side. Her boobs were so big, so enticing, the flesh looked so pale and soft. Her flesh was goose-pimpling slightly in the cold, and he felt an urge, more powerful than anything he’d ever felt before, to warm her breasts by cupping them in his hands. His cock started oozing precum into his pants as he imagined feeling her soft flesh under his hands. He tried to take a step towards her, but he couldn’t seem to move. All of his energy was focused on, taken up by, consumed by, his need to lose himself in her swaying cleavage. If he tried to do anything else, the energy was somehow redirected to his crotch, and his cock just throbbed harder and harder instead.
“Whu-whaat..?” James mumbled, some distant part of his brain panicked. He tried again to move his feet, but they were firmly rooted in place. She took a step towards him, her tits bouncing and swaying in her top, becoming his entire world as she closed in. He tried to raise his arms to ward her off, but they remained limp at his sides. The only thing his body could do was stare and throb and leak precum into his pants.
“Can you help me..?” She asked again, but there was something different in the timbre of her voice. Something... Predatory? She reached her hand out, let it rest gently over his heart, feeling the beat, and then she let it trail down towards his crotch...
“Nnnoo..!” James slurred. He threw his entire being into taking just one step back, but his only reward was an increase in the frantic twitching of his cock in his pants. Her hand cupped his groin, and she began to rub gently, creating an incredible friction. The pleasure was intense. Within seconds he felt the hot cum start creeping up his shaft. He tried to shake his head, to snap himself out of it, but he still couldn’t tear his eyes away from her breasts.
He felt his hips move, and for a second the thought flashed through his addled mind Yes, yes! Freedom! But out of his peripheral vision he caught her grin, her mouth filled with small, sharp teeth, and he felt himself rock forward. His body began thrusting into her rubbing hand... His traitorous body helping her bring him closer and closer to orgasm. Nooooo...
He felt his orgasm start. He tried with everything he had to hold it back, but nothing could stop it. Nothing he could do would keep the dam from bursting. With one final burst of energy, he tried to scream for help... But all he managed was a long moan of pleasure. He couldn’t hold it... He couldn’t... He...
With a surge of pleasure more intense than anything he’d ever felt before, his cock erupted in his pants. He continued thrusting into the girl-thing’s hand as he came, burst after burst of cream shooting out of his cock and into his jeans, quickly saturating them. He reached, and then surpassed, the peak of any orgasm he’d ever had before, and yet he kept on cumming. He was still unable to tear his eyes away from her tits, still unable to move an inch except to hump her hand, his body needy for more sensation. His long groan of pleasure became one of agony as the sensation became torturous, and his vision started to blur. He had enough time to wonder if he was losing consciousness before he found himself flat on his back, staring up at the overcast sky. The girl-thing crawled over him, and he faintly heard a rip. The sensation of cold air told him that his jeans had been torn away. Her face entered his frame, still grinning maniacally, sharp teeth and long, serpentine tongue no longer hidden behind a lost-little-girl pout.
“Can you help me?” It hissed, before it pressed his face into its breasts. He moaned one last time, his cock somehow springing back to attention, before the flesh of its breasts smothered him.
Another hiker lost, somewhere deep in the national park.
