The Hike

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Arriving home early, I was greeted by the sound of squeaking bed springs. On route to my own room, I caught a glimpse of a woman on top of him through the open door. They were too busy having a fuck to notice me, as I quietly slipped past them. The scene in the neighboring room put a damper on the excitement of the gift I bought myself.Feelings of self-pity washed over me, as I reminded myself how I landed up in this situation. It reminded me of Dad’s divorce from Mom when I was sixteen years old. Back then, I made an obvious decision to move in with Dad. In the beginning life was good; Dad had money from his semi-legal, gray business. When I started to work, independently from Dad’s business, Dad sold me the idea of buying a house with him. The money kept on rolling in, and we prospered financially. We lived together sharing costs with financial benefits for all three of us.Where the problem came in, that neither me nor my brother could have a girlfriend. We had to follow Dad’s dogma of ‘fuck then fuck-off’. It was a dogma where loving relationships were frowned upon. A dogma where having a relationship with a woman was a bad thing. A dogma where screwing a prostitute was the norm. No complicated relationships, no buying of flowers or chocolates, none of that romantic bull. You screwed your – or his – whore, paid your due, and that was it. No strings attached.I never screwed whores, not a ‘fresh’ one, not a ‘used’ one. I craved that romantic link. I craved to have the same female company for years. I wanted to have a full-time, financially free, relationship. I wanted a girlfriend.I couldn’t have one, as she would have been ‘shared’. Alternatively, I could have had a secret girlfriend, secret from Dad and Brother. This secret girlfriend wouldn’t visit me. She wouldn’t call, she would be like a mistress. Which girl would want a boyfriend like that?A knock on my door broke my thoughts, as a strange female voice asked, “Honey, would you like some good loving?”“No!” I replied sternly. They must have heard me coming into the house.“C’mon, honey, I’m fifty percent off,” she tried to lure me in with the price.“I said no,” I replied, with a sense of annoyance in my voice.“I told you he’s a weirdo. Come, let me take you back to town.” Dad answered her loud enough for me to hear.I shook my head and reminded myself of the little present I bought myself. It was a weather predicting wrist-watch. The little device had a built-in barometer, along with some other features that I didn’t care about. Excitedly, I unpacked it and charged its batteries. As I waited, I read the owner’s manual. There I discovered that it was a damn fitness watch!Batteries took a long time to charge for the first time. I used that time productively by dropping my trousers and underwear. I grabbed my flaccid penis and slowly started to massage it. I slowly started getting hard, and it turned into an intentional masturbation exercise. This just proved the point on how badly I hated whores. I chose to play with myself over having sex with a prostitute.Over several days, the watch manufacturer’s website nagged me to join their partner. Their partner was a calorie and exercise counting website, which I joined purely to suppress the annoying, woman-like nagging.Something Erenköy escort strange was happening to me; I actually participated in the weight-loss program on offer. I even bought both food and bathroom scales. As I was a math geek, the numbers drew me in; however, statistics were not my strong point. From my initial inputs, the algorithm declared me as ‘obese’. I hated that term since I considered myself only as ‘over-weight’. This little home truth hurt.On the website, I even made few friends that were supportive. They commented on my good days; they encouraged me on my bad days. We were a little community in cyber-space. Actually, I enjoyed that human interaction, even though it was on-line.The watch was also playing its part. I discovered that there was some sort of a target for walking. This feature was unknown to me until I ‘accidentally’ stepped over the step target. The watch gave a strange buzz, I looked to see what was happening. It displayed a cute animation which raised a smile on my face.I investigated these targets with a geeky curiosity. It turned out that the goal kept on moving, thus encouraging you to log those steps. These was achieved either by walking or running. There was a third method: it involved a rapid movement of the wrist that stimulated a certain body part.~~~I continued to log my food and weight on a daily basis. I became good buddies with my on-line friends, as all of us were taking the same journey. In the messages section of the website, a newbie post caught my eye. Something compelled me to make a friend request, which she accepted.As with the people who helped me, I set her up and got her settled in into the site. I watched and guided her, as she begun the journey to a healthier body herself. I congratulated when she did well; I encouraged and consoled when she made dietary mistakes. Slowly but surely, she came out of her shyness.Since she was from the same metropolis as me, we started chatting over more private social media. As with the weight-loss website, we were drawn to each other’s personalities. We were beginning to develop a friendship; a clean friendship, there was never any sexual talk on-line. Slowly, we started to confide in each other, despite not even sharing a picture of what we looked like.One day she made an unexpected move, when she asked to join me on one of my hikes. I was both surprised and delighted at the same time, as I eventually got to meet Melissa. We were going to meet in person after four months of an online relationship. Excited to meet her, we made the necessary arrangements.~~~I parked my car under the many small, sparsely growing trees. The nature reserve’s car-park respected nature, as they layered large gravel stones to make a surface to park on. The parking bays were delimited by large wooden dowels. These bays were arranged around the trees in a haphazard fashion.Towards the stream, the trees were much older and much closer together. On the other side of the stream, the council built a dozen or so picnic spots. Each one of them was equipped with a self-service fire pit and a concrete table with benches. That day, there were about three families enjoying a meal al fresco.I watched a car pull içerenköy escort bayan in and park in one of the many open bays. The driver was a tall, skinny bearded man wearing a pair of jeans and a black-and-red checkered flannel shirt. His passenger was a rather roundish, brunette with plump, rosy cheeks. She was sporting a white T-shirt, a denim skirt and a pair of sneakers. Dad’s prostitutes would be ashamed to wear makeup the way she did. She looked hideous.I watched as the man dialed a number on his mobile telephone. This nature reserve, being a little urban oasis, had good signal coverage. I observed him getting a dial tone, as my mobile began to ring. It was an unrecognized number which I didn’t answer, as I knew that it was them looking for me.“Hello, I’m Jack Kowalski. You must be Melissa Swarthøvn. Nice to meet you,” I introduced myself to the round, young lady.“Yes… yes, I am,” she nervously strung a reply together.“Hi, Jack,” her tall companion introduced himself to me. “Jack, I’m Doctor Simon Nussbaum…” I got an annoyed look on my face which he clearly picked up on.He continued, “… darling, before you get all hissy, allow me to explain. I have been treating Melissa over here for the last eight months. She had some major trouble earlier in her life, and turned to food. Now, with the help of a charity organization, she is finally getting both psychological and dietary assistance.“My reason for being here is to support Melissa. She doesn’t get out much, and the people in the gym are horrible towards her. She looked with jealousy at you; at the fact that you get to do all this hiking while she’s stuck in the smelly gym. I challenged her to ask you out. I needed to push her. Eventually she did it, on her own. Then she got cold feet and wanted to back out. If I didn’t come with her, you would have been stood up, darling.”I accepted his explanation and got the hike going. I understood where Melissa was coming from; I have been in her position myself, where I was the social outsider. For people like her, it was simpler and easier not to socialize.We used a wooden bridge with no railings to cross the stream. As we moved across it, I could feel every footstep that Melissa made, as the bridge bent and rebounded under her weight. Behind her was Dr. Nussbaum, whom I imagined losing balance and falling into the stream.The gravel path made a left turn towards the picnic sites. We carried on straight into the open grassland along a dirt path. The autumn grasses were about a foot high and of a dry yellow color. We transitioned into a more wooded area as we headed for the hill.There the path climbed up one of the valley sides. After a short while, we reached a bit of a level path and needed to stop the hike. There was some heavy breathing going on behind me. Melissa was already out of breath. Shade was not hard to find among the sparsely populated acacia trees.We pulled off the path as we heard repeated “Excuse me! Coming through!” We all saw three middle-aged men approaching us very rapidly. The sweaty men simply ran past us and continued running until we lost sight of them. As they raced through, they gave us a simple “Thank you”. We were all stunned at the fact that Escort Tuzla it is possible to be this fit!Melissa recovered; we carried on with our slow walk through nature. The path took us up to the top of the hill, where we took a break to admire the view of the city. Once again, we needed to rest Melissa, for she was in such poor shape.The route was a circular one, with the path up being different than the path down. We got to a tricky part where two huge outcrops caused the path to descend by means of switch-backs between them. The path was steep, and the designers incorporated uneven steps on the straight sections. The turns were lined with gravel to minimize slipping on mud. Trees grew on either side, providing hand-holds for those not-so-stable on their feetI inched my way down the sharp, tight, left hairpin. I used the acacia tree as a hand hold as I baby-stepped down. I made it down to the relatively level section of the path. The path already walked to the switch-back was now on my left, and a good four to five feet above. The path after the next switchback was on the right with a drop of about twenty feet.Melissa then attempted the descent. She chose not to grab a tree for support. She stretched out her arms for balance as she took her steps. Her stride was too long for the conditions. She lost her balance, and stumbled. Her momentum took her to the edge of the path, where it gave way under her. She fell backwards and almost slid completely off the path.A young, flexible tree caught her early, albeit in a compromising position. A branch had gone up her skirt, along the outside of her leg. Its thorn got hooked on her waist strap of her panties. She frantically panicked as the tree was giving her a type of a wedgie. Somehow, she managed to throw her other leg onto the path. With her legs wide open, I got a view of her crotch. Despite it not being a polite to look up a girl’s skirt, the focal point was her faint tell-tale wet spot.I helped her to roll onto the path. Since the roll was quite desperate and violent, the branch stretched her underwear elastic to a point of no return before it tore from the tree. That made her panties virtually useless. She tried to keep them on regardless, by folding the panties over the top of her skirt.Just back on her feet, she lost her footing again. This time, she body-slammed into me. I used that opportunity to give her a gentle hug, which she seemed to accept. In the embrace I calmed her nerves, and allowed her adrenaline to settle down. As she moved her body to get a better hug, her panties got untucked from her skirt, and simply slid down to her ankles.I bend down to retrieve them for her, not risking another fall by her. I maneuvered her legs myself making sure that I touched her calves. I couldn’t help myself but verify the wet spot I saw earlier. I handed the damaged undergarment to the owner pretending as I have done it before. “Ohh, I see someone liked that,” the ‘Toothpick’ started to look for trouble.“Someone got a boner,” he carried on taunting.“Oh, shut it,” I retaliated with a sense of annoyance. “No, no, it’s good,” the shrink tried to defend himself, as I got the hike going again.“How can that be good?” an irritated Melissa chipped in.“Melissa darling, you are now old enough to be considered as ‘sexy’,” the shrink continued, “as I told you in therapy, you need to embrace your sexuality.”“Jack, you must have felt something,” he turned his argument towards me, “otherwise you wouldn’t have had that boner.”“There wasn’t anything,” I barked.“Oh, come on, Jack.

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