Tirsa (Saudi/Uzbek), and help her get home. Duh

She's a slender, lithe beauty. Her skin is a rich caramel color, and underneath her powerful muscles are straining as her whole body is locked in pain. Her small, c-cup breasts heave as she pants, and her head fall to the ground. She spits out the stick of wood, and Jacob can clearly see the bite marks. She turns her head to him, and says, "Thanks, really. Fuck that hurt though. Name's Tirsa. What are you doing out here?"

At the question Jacob tenses up. He has no idea how to answer it, in any way at all. After all, who would believe him when he said that he's from another world? Even he's still not totally sure of that, even though that is the only explanation that can explain the weird things he saw. Shit, what do I say? Amnesia? No, that won't work. That's a proper splint, and I don't think that amnesiacs can use such skills. But I have to tell her something, otherwise I'm stuck here. Fuck, I can't even lie about which city I'm from or where I'm hiking to because I don't know what's nearby. Hell, I don't even know if the US exists, or if that's where I'm from. Though, I suppose that it's a good thing that she understands English.

He runs his hands through his hair, and blows air out of nose. He glances up at the strange trees, and comes to a decision. "My names Jacob, and this is going to sound impossible, but stick with me here. I'm either bat-shit crazy, or I'm from an alternate reality. Either way, we can deal with that issue later. Right now, we need to get you to a hospital, and I need to figure out a place to stay."

With all that said, he stands up, and reaches out a hand to her. She grabs it, and he throws her left arm over his shoulder. "Now, which way gets us the fastest to that hospital?" Tirsa points the way, and the two begin the slow march back to civilization.

The day passes, and Jacob gets may opportunities to admire her form. From her shoulder blade length, smooth black hair, to her toned muscles and tight ass. Throughout the walk, he is doing his best to ignore the feelings of desire that grow within him, and both relief and disappointment flow though him once they reach a parking lot with a single blue SUV parked upon it. The two of them hurry to it, with Tirsa fishing for her keys. She clicks a button twice on the fob, and the chirping of the vehicle brings a smile to both of their faces. Jacob opens the driver side door for her, before pausing. He looks down to her leg, and the back at the seat. He sighs, then says, "Tirsa, I don't think you'll be able to drive this back. You got a phone stashed there?"

Hearing his words, she sighs as well. "Yeah, I do. Just help me open the trunk. It's in my backpack." He nods, and helps her to the trunk and lifts it open, the hiss of the hydraulics providing an odd comfort.

Never thought that would center me. Guess you never know.

With the gate open, he sits her on the carpeted bottom and steps back to give her some personal space. As she leans over to dig through her bag, her jeans pull tight against her ass, and his eyes wander over. It's toned, but still broad enough to have a slight sway as she walks. Jacob begins to fantasize about running his hands over it, and how it would feel and sound to slap. He's so lost in his fantasies that he doesn't notice her sitting up. When she coughs to get his attention, he jumps, and immediately begins to blush furiously. His eyes snap up, looking at the ceiling of the SUV. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare..."

An awkward silence grows between them, as Tirsa sighs loudly. "Whatever. Like you said earlier, it's not worth dealing with right now." She looks down at her phone then curses vehemently. "SHIT! Must've left wi-fi and location on. Batteries dead. Fuck."

Jacob then pulls out his own phone, and turns it on. After an annoying boot sequence, the sighs, then shows her the phone. "No service. I have a couple ideas on how to fix this, though. One, you have a charger in there that we can use to get enough power to make a simple call. Two, there's a ranger station or something nearby that has a phone we can use. Three, I pull out my battery and plug it into your phone. Or four, we wait here until someone arrives that has a phone we can use. One, two, and three are the ideal case, but I don't know if they're possible."