Several years ago, it had snowed several inches and the day following the snowstorm, it was bright and sunny. It wasn't bitterly cold and the wind wasn't blowing, but it helped to be layered. I decided I wanted to go for a hike in the snow and I got dressed, put the snow baskets on my trekking poles, grabbed my smaller backpack with some hot chocolate, hot tea in thermos', a couple of stainless steel insulated cups, and snacks and set out for the trails. I was familiar most most of the trails in the several land tracts owned by the University and the town, having spent so much time hiking and running them, and didn't really need my GPS to follow the trails through the woods in the snow. Rather than drive to the trailhead, I walked the mile from my house to the parking area and main trailhead for one of the land tracts. There were a few cars in the parking lot.
There were only a few people who had been out on the main trails, but the side trails had relatively few footprints. I followed one trail to get some pictures of the lake and all the snow on the ground and trees surrounding the lake. The lake was relatively calm providing a mirror image of the snow covered landscape in some areas sheltered from the occasional breeze. I continued on and took a branch off that trail and onto one that happened to be my favorite. It was more hilly and had some steeper scrambles up to and around some rock outcroppings "at the top" that provided partial sun at midday. Those rock outcroppings led to a small clearing and then the descent down the other side. By my footprints in the snow, I was the only one out there. As I climbed, there was a gentle breeze that occasionally blew through the trees, knocking snow off the branches.
I reached the point where I began climbing and there are long switchbacks to reach the top. From the bottom of the hill, I could look up at the rocky outcropping and my plan, after being out on the trail for about 1.5 hours, was to climb to the top and take a break on the rocks with a snack and some hot chocolate. I began the long slow trek up to the top which would take about 5-7 minutes. Every once in a while I thought I heard something, above me but couldn't see anything. I was approaching from the north with the breeze at my back and looking into the low winter sun. It wasn't voices and I thought that maybe I was hearing the sound of some of evergreen trees rubbing together in the breeze under the weight of the snow. I continued on and, because of the snow, my footsteps were silent as were the more typical sounds of the carbide tips on the trekking poles making contact with the rocky path. The path brought me right to the base of this outcropping and then took me around it on a steep climb up to the top.
As I came around the "corner" of the outcropping and into view, there was this young couple, oblivious to the world on top of most of their clothing on the relatively flat surface of the outcropping. At that moment, as they came into my field of view and I came into there's, they rolled over so that she would be on top all in one move without him coming out of her. She was wearing an unbuttoned flannel shirt that hung open to show a really nice set of breasts and a cute hat with a pompom on it. She was looking at him with this beautiful smile...and then she saw me. I looked directly into her eyes (though she couldn't tell because of the dark tint of my glasses and she grabbed her shirt to suddenly cover her breasts. The guy tried to look behind him as I came up the the last few feet of the trail.
I think they were trying to decide what to do having been caught this way. I said something like "Excuse me, I didn't mean to interrupt." I also told them not to stop on my account as I understood, having done something similar in the snow with my girlfriend and wife when I was younger on the days after a snowstorm. She remained straddled on top of him with her shirt pulled closed.
I told them I was going on to the other side of the clearing. "Be good to each other, and when you finish up please feel free to join me with some hot chocolate or hot tea." I stepped away from the edge of the outcropping to follow the trail. Their footprints were the only ones I saw that indicated that they had come from the other direction. As I started towards the edge of the clearing, I turned to look over my shoulder at them. He was looking over her left leg at me and she was looking over her left shoulder, still sitting astride of him this beautiful tight ass of hers visible from below her shirt sitting on him. With the trekking pole in my gloved right hand, I gave wave and continued on my way. in another 100 feet or so, I reached the clearing and then traversed it to the other side at trails edge where I could drop my pack and settle down for a snack. I think that was the first time I became aware of how hard and fast my heart was beating (my HRM reading was testament to that) and I was incredibly aroused as well.
I was sitting on the far edge of the clearing enjoying the sun and taking in what I had just seen when they emerged from the far edge a few minutes later. As they approached I told them I was really sorry for having interrupted them and that I hoped that they had been able to finish up okay. It was hard to read him at first, other than he knew they were "caught in the act." She expressed embarrassment at being caught the first time they did something like this.
"Don't be embarrassed. I loved getting out in the snow with my girlfriend and my wife. There's something about it, whether fucking with pure lust or making love with intimacy in these surrounding that can make for incredible memories. Years from now, you'll look back on this day, getting lost in the moment and getting caught out in the open by a stranger while making love, that you'll chuckle about it fondly. Part of the thrill is being someplace different and maybe getting caught" I told them that they had reminded an old man of days of his youth and fond memories that came from that. I thanked them for reminding me of that passion. The guy was impressed that I "was cool with it."
I offered to share my hot chocolate or tea with them indicating I had an extra cup that they could use. They declined, indicating that they should be "getting back." As they prepared to retrace their tracks back out of the woods, I told them there was one more thing. I always found then we got home from being sex in the snow or out in the woods, it was just a prelude. Getting warmed up and getting into bed after the experience in the snow or the winter woods made for some of the most intense and passionate lovemaking. As they left, I told them the same thing I said when I left the outcropping; "Be good to each other."
I let them head on down the trail some 10 minutes before I packed up. I followed their footsteps and could tell they were headed back to the main trail that lead to the parking area. Once approaching and on the main trail, their steps were lost in the other footprints. I continued down the trail towards the parking area where there were a few more cars than when I had entered the trail area. I continued down the snowy gravel road towards my home about a mile away. I reached the paved asphalt portion about half a mile further and the sun was melting some of the snow in the tire tracks on the pavement where the road wasn't in the tree shade I was most of the way down that road approaching the traffic light when I heard a car driving down the gravel portion of the road and reaching the asphalt. I walking on the left facing traffic and as the car came up behind me, the person driving tooted their horn at me. I turned to see the car and gave a wave before I realized that it was being driven by the young woman I had encountered about 45 minutes before. Her boyfriend was in the right front seat.
She pulled up across from me and rolled down her window. "Do you want a ride?" she asked. Now there was a double entendre if I had ever heard one! "No," I replied. "I live just on the other side of the road." referring to the intersection and 5-lane road we were both about to reach. "Are you sure? We don't mind giving you a ride." Another double entendre. I told them thanks and they drove around the curve to the traffic signal. There wasn't a lot of traffic on the main roadway. I came up to the intersection where they were waiting for the traffic light, gave them a wave and hustled across the roadway. The light changed after I crossed the road and they turned left behind me.
I have always wondered what she/they really meant by "wanting a ride."
There have been several times I think I have seen this young woman over on the trails though I haven't sought her out, most recently as yesterday. But I can't be sure.
What I didn't write as part of the original blog post is what happened after she made the turn onto the main roadway behind me. By the time she made the turn, I was already across the intersection and walking down the sidewalk of the roadway straight across the intersection. As I walk down that street (it's usually my stretch run at the end of a run, slightly downhill where I can "open the throttle" and allow the slight downhill to get to maximum speed for the last quarter mile. Usually sub 6:30/mile), there are apartment developments on either side of the road and both have access from the main highway I described and both have cross-street access to the roadway I was walking down. For the apartment complex to my left, there are both parking lots and on-street parking.
As I reached that intersection with the apartment complex cross street, I naturally looked to my left to see if there was any traffic. I didn't expect any because of the snowy conditions. Parking is allowed on only one side of the street and local ordinances do not prohibit parking in the "wrong direction" at the curb. But when I looked down the street (it has a slight curve to it), I thought for sure I saw her car pulled up to the curb facing towards me up the street. But I didn't have my regular prescription glasses on, so I couldn't be certain. I crossed the street at that intersection since I would run out of sidewalk in a short distance and continued down the sidewalk on the other side of the street. Once I had crossed the street and started down the other sidewalk, I was out of line-of sight. There was very little traffic on this road although it had been plowed and salted. I continued until I reached the entrance to my subdivision. The town hadn't started plowing any of the other sidestreets.
I turned down the sidestreet that was the entrance to my subdivision to walk towards my house. Some of my neighbors were out shoveling their driveways and sidewalks. I stopped at the edge of the street to chat with a couple of them and while I was standing, there was this white car and I thought the same car as this woman was driving that went past the entrance road. For the first time, I was a little nervous about what I thought I was observing. After chatting with some of my neighbors, I walked all the way into the neighborhood (there is no outlet on the other end) and then walked back to my house. My boots left the distinct "waffle" pattern in the snow and in the event I really was being followed they would find a set of boot prints that led into (and out of) the neighborhood. A couple of minutes later, while I was walking back and was in sight of the entrance (though pretty far away), I thought I saw the same white car going the other direction up the roadway. When I got to my house, I obliterated my bootprints in the snow in the driveway back to my garage and entered my house through my garage. My bootprints would just look like a loop into and out of the neighborhood. Was I just imagining that this was the same car? Maybe. I admit that I could not be sure. Was I being a bit paranoid? Yes. What seemed to be an erotic and funny incident out on the trail could turn out to be a bit problematic.
Later that day, I shovelled out my driveway, steps, and sidewalk. I didn't see any suspicious cars drive by while was working (could have missed it though) but I still wondered what, if anything, could or would have happened. In my younger days, I might have accepted "the ride."