Warming Up in the Smokies with a Handsome Hiker

Fontana Hilton to Mollies Ridge Shelter: Checkmate came over and watched me get ready. I changed in front of him and lathered my naked body with CBD oil. He asked, “Why are you torturing me? You’re such a dominatrix.” I laughed at how often I got mistaken for a dominatrix, when in fact, I was the complete opposite.

We got dropped off at the Fontana Hilton and said our goodbyes to Amy. It was so cold outside that Amy suggested I change out of my shorts and into my leggings, instead. So, I dropped my pants in front of everyone and Amy stood in front of me to create a blockage. Pink goes, “Oh, is she naked?” Amy nodded yes. Pink goes, “I already saw her naked!” I laughed, “Yep, and you already touched my boobs, too! Well, actually, just one boob.” He goes, “Yeah, you only offered me one boob.” Amy laughed out loud and said, “You guys are a trip.”

We officially entered the Smokies today. A few miles in, I ran into a super sexy Ridgerunner named Dylan. He had dark features, a wide smile and eyes that pierced me. I wanted to ask him if I would get in trouble for not having a permit. I mean, I had one, but a little role play didn’t hurt anyone.

As I hiked up higher in elevation, I got to witness frost and ice layered throughout the branches and leaves. The wind blew sprinkles of frost onto me, mimicking the effect of snow. I eventually ran into Pusher during the climb and greeted him with a hug. I said, “It’s going to be sooo cold, tonight! Means we’ll be having a cuddle puddle!”

We were shivering from the drop in temperature by the time we made it to Mollies Shelter. We quickly removed our sweaty clothes and put on our base layers and down jackets.

Checkmate and I laid down next to each other in the shelter. Condensation formed as he exhaled, “I’ve never been so cold in my life. I’m rethinking my whole life choices.” I laughed, “I thought it would be warmer by this time of year.” Then Pusher reminded me that it was technically still winter. I commented, “Why the FUCK did we decide to hike this section in the winter?!”

I had one out of numerous laugh attacks, just for the current situation we found ourselves in. I laughed so hysterically at our apparent misery that I was sure everyone in the shelter thought I was on something. I, on the other hand, noticed how much I had grown in the past few years of hiking. If I had been in the same situation back in 2019, I guaranteed I would have been crying. What a gift it was to recognize it was all funny, because nothing in the perception was really true, nor was anything really happening. It was only images passing through on the screen of consciousness. It was never personal for there was no one out there who was having a “personal” experience.

Pusher was adamant about getting a fire started, despite the wood being wet. He tried 5-6 times until he finally got one going. He ate his dinner and once 5pm hit, he came to join us in the shelter. It was too cold to be outside so everyone got into their sleeping bags really early. Those of us who were already in our beds were shivering as we tried to keep warm.

Pusher laid his mat beside me; I asked what degree sleeping bag he had. He said 0; Checkmate’s was a 32. I looked at Checkmate and said, “I’m cuddling with Pusher, tonight!”

Pusher zipped himself up into a cocoon and I looked at him in a way that suggested, Are you gonna let me come in your sleeping bag or what? He just started laughing out loud and I flirted, “Did you think I was kidding when I said I wanted to cuddle you?” Totally amused, he said, “Of course not.” He unzipped it halfway. I smiled and looked him in the eyes as I unzipped mine all the way. He laughed again, then followed my guidance by unzipping his bag all the way.

He handed me his winter gloves since he noticed I didn’t have any (I had lost mine prior going into the Smokies). I quickly joined him on his inflated mat and went under his sleeping bag. I threw my sleeping bag on top of his and squealed in excitement for having a cuddle buddy for the night. I immediately placed my knee on top of his groin—you know, for extra warmth. I wrapped the rest of my body around him to get myself a bit more comfortable. I caught him smiling.

He unzipped his jacket so I could put my hands under his ribs to keep warm. Since I had an accordion mattress, he deflated his thermarest to be more at my level. We went under the covers… face to face… breathing deeply—almost nervously, as though we knew our first kiss was on the horizon.

We started caressing each other—gently grazing our fingertips on each other… forming goosebumps… the hair on our skin lifting. I took his gloves off and placed my right hand around his neck. Pulling at his hair, I brought his face closer to mine. With my knee, I teased pressure into his bulge.

I slowly led my hand down the back of his neck… releasing my nails… scratching his chest all the way down to his lower abdomen. I gently tugged at the rim of his boxer briefs as his pubic hair briskly slipped underneath my fingernails. I rotated my hips into him, pleading him with my body to come closer.

He released his breath into my mouth as I inhaled it—I was brought back to tantric memories as we built the tension with our breathing over the course of 45 minutes. I felt we had stopped the world from spinning in the space that was him and I. Through the pitch black darkness we danced our way through intuitive guided movements… our lips now less than a speck of dust apart.

I could feel my body go into heat—to be continued… (the rest can be found on my site)