I smelled him before I saw him and instantly the skin on the back of my neck prickled in fear, my dormant animal instincts still able to alert me to potential danger. A pungent musky odor wafted through the air and disturbed the lazy stupor I’d only recently succumbed to, lulled by the sound of the falling water and warmth of dappled sunshine.
The hike down into the valley had been strenuous, and my sweat drenched clothes felt constricting when I finally removed my pack and hefted it onto the ground with an anticlimactic thud despite its hot heavy weight. Looking around at the secluded forest around me, I removed everything I had on, choosing to spend my afternoon in my most natural state. When the sour stench brought me suddenly to my senses, my first thought was that I wished I was dressed. Naked and vulnerable was not an ideal way to fend off an attacking predator.
I quietly reached for my pack, dragging it across the soft bed of moss towards me by the shoulder strap, hoping that it wouldn’t make a sound as it slid closer. I was able to find my knife and bear mace easily without looking while my eyes scanned the forest for a dark shadow, a rustling of leaves. I crouched quietly next to the stream and waited, my heart pounding in my chest, my weapons clutched in sweaty palms.
He lumbered down towards the stream, cutting between a grove of rhododendron and a large boulder covered in lichen, rust colored and peeling like old paint from the mottled surface of the rock. He didn’t look at me at first, making his way down to a quiet pool where he paused for a drink, his dark black fir catching the rays of sunlight in stripes across his body. I held my breath as I watched him, crouched low as if I could hide from him, as if my own human smell weren’t as foreign to him as his own musk was to me. He paused and looked up at me, our eyes meeting, lingering, questioning. Predator? Prey? He turned back to the stream and continued to drink. I was just another forest creature to him, no bother at all.
Just as quickly as he came, he turned and made his way back up the mountain, surprisingly graceful for his considerable form. I stayed where I was for a few moments, as motionless as the moss capped stones surrounding me. All at once, I let out my breath, and it seemed that my heart bounced inside of me as though it was trying to remind me that I was still alive. I clutched my hands to my bare chest trying to still it, feeling the living flesh under my fingers. I laid back onto my bed of moss and caught my breath, watching my chest rise and fall as I slowly returned to normal, my hands naturally crept to my nipples and I idly squeezed them as I looked up into the canopy of trees above me.
It must have been the rush, the adrenaline swirling through my body, making each sensation, each movement feel incredibly intense, heightened. I could feel the animal in me coming to the surface, breaking through the barrier of common human decency and my primal urges became paramount.
My still trembling hand snaked its way down between my legs, softly teasing my sensitive vulva, moisture already beginning to find its way to the surface. I easily slid two fingers between my lips, and I felt as slick as an algae covered stepping stone in a slowly flowing river. I moved them in and out, feeling my warmth envelope my fingers followed by the contrasting cool mountain air as I pulled them out, slowly over and over. I bucked my hips in rhythm with the thrusting of my hand, grinding my heels into the soft moss beneath me. My other hand found its way up to my hair, now tangled and riddled with twigs and bits of acorn shell. I grabbed a handful and pulled. Arching my back, I ground my skull into the soft earth and pushed my fingers deeper into my cunt. I could feel my muscles clamp down, trying to keep my fingers inside, to fill me as much as possible.
I wanted to stay in this moment for as long as possible, to prolong the feelings pulsing through my body, but I fell over the edge. My body contorted as I howled out my orgasm, my animal cries echoed off the mountains, launching a flock of birds skyward with a raucous screech.
I froze and let the waves wash over me, my mouth still open in a silent scream until I felt myself begin to doze again. I slowly pulled my fingers from between my thighs, groaning as they lightly brushed my clit and then stretched them over my head, arching into a contented stretch. I felt at home in the wild, perched like an animal on a bed of moss, serenaded by the music of stream and wind and bird. Here, I was a beast, just like that bear, I was full of instinct and need, and I needed more. I spread my legs and reached back down towards my waiting cunt.
Note: If you encounter a black bear in the wild, it’s best to make yourself as large and as loud as possible. Wave your arms around and make a lot of noise. Do not run or try to climb a tree, because they are fast and love to climb! Also, don’t hike in the woods alone unless you have an emergency plan set up with a friend!