Transforming Love: Beacon Mountain Blues

By Rex Haltier

Sage goes hiking on Beacon Mountain. He spots Cathy, a strikingly beautiful who precedes him on the trail. Later when he trips and falls on the trail, he bumps into her again. Her first aid grows to become cure for his loneliness and a balm for his need. When he discovers her particular difference, Sage finds that love comes in many forms as they pursue erotic adventures on the mountain and in her home.

"She walked right past me as I was rummaging my backpack out of the trunk of the car. I caught a glimpse of blonde ponytail and my head pivoted around without volition. She was tall and slender. She had a long, graceful neck that emerged from her chambray shirt. The straps of her backpack made her small breasts stand out, high and conical.
She caught me staring. I must have blushed because she grinned and winked one enormous green eye. Then she kept moving up the path to the stairs.
I watched her go. She wore hiking shorts made of some synthetic that lovingly cupped her shapely runner's buttocks. They swung to and fro in graceful arcs as she receded, heading out and up the mountain.
I had to manipulate a few bits to make my shorts feel a little more comfortable. Which surprised me. I had not had such a reaction to seeing such a pretty girl in many, many years. On the other hand, just that brief contact caused a cascade of fantastic imagery, partly actual experiences over twenty years, partly adolescent nonsense. It was embarrassing. Yet, there was something different about her, something my spidey sense picked up.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tall Tale Depot
• Release date: Feb 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215977910

Book preview

Beacon Mountain has some of the best hiking near New York City. I've been going there for years and have spent many pleasant hours looking over the Hudson River Valley from sixteen-hundred feet up. That day – the day I met Cathy and my life became beautiful – was the very best among so many lovely days I've spent on the mountain.

Even though it was the middle of the week, I could still get away. Enough of my apps were generating coin and my bank accounts were happy.  Considering I'd been on a work bender for the last three days, not getting out of the house and working around the clock, it was time for some needed R&R. What better than to get out and run around in the woods, right?

I looked out the window having just slept off some of the work. It was a beautiful autumn day. The sun was coming over the buildings, painting the world in clean gold. A glance at my weather app told me that it was going to be like this all day. So I packed a lunch and grabbed my gear, and jumped in the car.

The only remaining question was which trail to hike. Now there are a lot of choices and they can give a different workout, depending on one's desires. These ranged from a short stroll by the river al the way to a sheer climb up a naked cliff. Even as I started out, I was still unsure which one I'd do.

I wended my way up the Taconic and kept glancing at the reds, golds, browns and greens of the forests. I decided that what be most restorative would be a really fine view of either the forests or the river valley, but one that also would give me a measure of solitude. And I knew just the hike for that. So I passed the exit that would have taken me to Bear Mountain and kept heading north.

Beacon beckoned!

Because the Columbus Day weekend was behind us, and because it was in the middle of the week, I knew the parking lot near the trail-head would be mostly empty. And so it proved. There were only a few cars around when I came around the turn that led to the lot. I pulled in, parked.

That was when I first spotted her.

She walked right past me as I was rummaging my backpack out of the trunk of the car. I caught a glimpse of blonde ponytail and my head pivoted around without volition. She was tall and slender. She had a long, graceful neck that emerged from her chambray shirt. The straps of her backpack made her small breasts stand out, high and conical.

She caught me staring. I must have blushed because she grinned and winked one enormous green eye. Then she kept moving up the path to the stairs.

I watched her go. She wore hiking shorts made of some synthetic that lovingly cupped her shapely runner's buttocks. They swung to and fro in graceful arcs as she receded, heading out and up the mountain.

I had to manipulate a few bits to make my shorts feel a little more comfortable. It almost felt like a drop of precum had popped out of my dick. Which surprised me. I had not had such a reaction to seeing such