Megan and the Monster

Megan took a deep breath as she took in the panoramic view. It really was incredible. She was standing at their campsite on the slope of Mt. Rainier. The camp was located on a small plateau, a couple of thousand feet above sea level. Down below in the distance, Megan could make out the figures of her boyfriend Matt and his friend Randy. From her vantage point they appeared smaller than children. She continued gazing further down and spotted the trail they had hiked up on snaking through the forest.
Turning, Megan surveyed the higher ground. The trees around here seemed very old and dense to Megan. The ground rose, with the higher elevation shrouded in fog and clouds. It had rained since they arrived in Seattle two days ago. They stayed in Seattle the first night and had driven to the national park yesterday.

They hiked up the lowest part of the mountain and set up camp. Right now Matt and Randy were gathering wood for their fire. Megan continued to scan above her. She couldn’t explain it, but she had the feeling she was being watched. All she saw was a few birds flitting about, but she couldn’t shake the feeling. In LA, where she lived, she would just figure it would be someone in a building or something like that. But out here in the wild she didn’t know. When they parked in the lot yesterday there was no other cars parked, and the visitor logbook hadn’t had a signature for a week. Still someone could have hiked there from another direction or she could just be imagining things.

At that moment she heard the noise of a tent flap, followed by a yawn. She turned to see a curly, dark-haired young woman emerge from one of the two tents. “Morning” the woman mumbled “is there any coffee left?” Megan responded “There’s a little left on the fire, I think.” “Thanks” Carla responded as she staggered to the fire “where are the guys?” “Oh they’re down there. They say they’re collecting firewood but I think that they’re just playing with sticks.” “Well boys will be boys, as long as when Randy gets back he will play with me he can do what he wants the rest of the time” Carla said with a lustful grin. “I hope we didn’t disturb you too much last night, but it’s the only place I can be myself. In the city, more than once people have called the cops because I’m a little loud.”

“Oh I didn’t notice “ Megan replied. She thought to herself, a little loud, yeah like a 767 is a little plane, and Mt. Rainier is a little hill. She also realized that was why she was a little tense and irritable this morning. If it wasn’t bad enough Carla was so loud, the two of them had seemed to go at it for hours, they must have done it at least four times. And to make it worse, she hadn’t got any. Megan did understand that Matt was tired, he had carried most of Megan’s gear as well as his own. Then since he was the only one with real camping experience it made sense for him to set up both tents, as well as setting up the fire and the rest of the camp. After eating some sandwiches they had brought for a quick supper, Matt had smoked part of a joint and announced he was turning in early. When Megan joined him in the tent, he was already in his sleeping bag. In 5 minutes Matt was asleep and gently snoring. Then the noises started. The two of them going at it – loud. Carla moaning and dirty talking, telling Randy to fill her with his big cock. From the sounds they made he obviously did. Megan started to get pretty worked up herself. She and Matt hadn’t done it for a few days, while getting ready for vacation. Then the night in Seattle, they both had too much to drink and had just fallen into bed. She tossed and turned in her sleeping bag, a fire growing between her legs. Megan had even let her fingers drift down there. But she had never been able to play with herself with someone near. Even though Matt was asleep, and he had played with her and more, she couldn’t relax enough to come. She finally had fallen into a restless sleep. One other thing had happened that night, Megan wasn’t sure if it was a dream or real. She remembered waking up to the sound of silence. All was quiet. Then she heard a cry, or a call, or some kind of animal. It had started low in pitch, then gotten higher, almost like a whistle, before ending in a howling sound.

Megan didn’t feel like dealing with Carla now. She was alright, though they didn’t have much in common, but right now when she looked at her she could hear the sounds from last night in her head. And that just reminded Megan of her desire. Damn, Megan thought, at least Matt could have given her a quickie before running off to play in nature. She decided what she needed was a quick hike to burn off frustration. She was ready to go. She had on her hiking boots and thick socks. Megan was wearing jeans that showed off her ample, round ass and long legs. She was wearing a flannel shirt with a comfy sweater over it. Though it was July, it was cooler than the average temperature, only in the low 60’s. Megan ducked into her tent and grabbed a few things. She took a few energy bars for a snack, her filled water bottle, and a hoody in case she needed it. At the last minute she grabbed the partially smoked joint and a lighter. She came out of the tent and looked downhill and saw the guys were even further away. It looked like they were studying something on the ground. “Hey Carla,” Megan said “I’m going to take a quick hike up the mountain.” Carla looked at her and nodded “Be careful “ Carla replied. “I will. I’m an old pro at hiking “ Megan said as she started out. That was true. Megan had hiked a lot growing up, although this was the first time she had actually camped out.

Megan briskly started uphill. She had noticed a bluff from the camp a few hundred yards up the mountain and a little to the east. She was able to reach it without difficulty, although the sun had disappeared behind the clouds again as she climbed. Whether due to the slight change in altitude or something else, Megan felt chilly. She put on her hoody and noticed a narrow trail heading up. Megan began to climb again. The trail zigzagged, but generally went up and east. It was fairly steep and soon Megan was laboring when the trail reached a level patch. Pausing, Megan had a sip of water and decided to smoke. She wasn’t a big user, but out here in the wild it seemed right as well as taking off the edge she felt. She lit up and felt her lungs fill with the acrid smoke. After a few minutes Megan felt mellow, but if anything felt even hornier. She thought about how when Matt and her had first been together, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Now a little after a year their sex life had gone downhill. Megan had only been with 4 guys beside Matt. Her high school flame was one, there had been 2 boyfriends in college and soon after she moved to LA there had been a one night stand. She didn’t know that at the time, but he never called her again.

She knew it wasn’t that she had lost any of her looks, she was barely 25. Her breasts were high and firm, a small B-cup, with pink sensitive nipples. Her stomach was nearly flat, just a little soft, the way a woman’s stomach should be. Her legs were long and toned and her butt was big, round and firm. Megan was fairly tall, around 5’ 7” , with copper red hair, flashing green eyes and ivory white skin. Guys hit on her all the time, in fact her lecherous boss had just offered her a big bonus if she would sleep with him. “I’m not that kind of girl” Megan informed him. He took her rejection with a smile and told her she was too good a worker for him to upset her, but if she ever changed her mind, let him know. Megan thought to herself, only half kidding, if things went on like this she might accept that offer. Not for the money, just to get laid. She had never been easy, but she did love sex.

Lost in her thoughts, Megan didn’t realize that fog was rolling down the mountain toward her position , blanketing all in its wake. As it began streaming past her, Megan became aware of it. She also noticed it had become very silent. Looking around she realized that the way she had come from had already become indistinct in the fog. Megan decided to return immediately, before visibility became worse. At that moment, she heard, in the direction in question, that strange cry she heard the night before in camp. Only it was much louder and closer.

Megan was stricken with an unreasonable panic. She turned from the direction of the noise and began to run as fast as she could. After a short distance the trail split, with one branch climbing while the other skirted the mountain at the current altitude.