Chapter 11: No Naked Hippies Allowed

‘Shit!’ I thought an instant before pain lanced through my right shoulder. I fell hard and only managed a half-ass tumble as I clambered to my feet, shaking my head.

“Hah!” Trinity yelled triumphantly as she poised herself for another attack, her metal baton held firmly in her left hand. Seconds before it was in her right and she got the drop on me with a sneaky little switcheroo move that caught me by surprise. For a second, I thought about sweeping her feet and planting her face in the dirt. But I shook it off and decided to let her have her moment. She wouldn’t get many. Still, she had a way of gloating that just set my teeth on edge!

“I got you!” she laughed jubilantly and danced around the clearing victoriously, “I got you! I got you!” She stopped and smiled hugely at me. “I finally fucking got you!”

“Yeah, yeah,” I grunted as the pain faded and the soreness set in, “that was a nice move by the way.” I turned toward the house indicating our session was over for the morning. I needed some Advil badly. It had been two weeks since we cleaned up the ex-cop problem. Gil was mostly moved out of the cabin and working his claim happily. We still saw him daily when he came up for a visit or we took materials down to his camp.

The floor joists for his cabin were easy to assemble and set on the construction blocks that we placed. It took a lot of sweat to carry the ¾ inch sheets of tongue and groove plywood down into the gully, but after a week he had a solid platform as the base for his cabin. It took the two of us and a long pole to carry his generator down, slung between us.

One morning after we returned from town, I sent Trinity down to his camp with a backpack stuffed full of canned goods. She could barely lift it much less get it on her back. “What the hell?” she complained, “this weighs a ton!”

“You need to build your strength and endurance,” I replied sipping my coffee, “if it was easy anyone could do it.” She hated that line. With a string of mumbled curses, she began her way across the clearing towards the cedar bridge. Travis joined her, always excited to go for a stroll.

Clearing my throat, I pointed to the other end of the clearing, indicating the longer way around the valley. She flipped me off and turned to stagger towards the distant road. I smiled to myself and went back to my computer to check for emails.

I was getting closer to closing on the neat double-wide that I finally decided on, the floor plan was very open and it already came with a wood stove and fireplace that was built directly into the wall between the great room and the Master bedroom—making it available to both rooms.

I was able to take a virtual tour and discuss all the features and options I wanted with the factory direct dealer. I just received an email confirming that everything was processed as ordered and my new home was in the queue for construction. The expected time to delivery was less than two months. I forwarded the message to Kevin so he could transfer the remaining funds whenever it was required.

The site where I intended to place the manufactured unit was adjacent to my current ISO shelter, allowing me to share the septic and utilities. I was going to place it further away from the cliff however to avoid the majority of the falling rocks. It would also obstruct the view of my mining operations.

The main tributary creek was still swollen from Spring melt but I had been taking frequent measurements and made marks along the bank where I intended to place the dam and spillways. Once the water returned to its summertime level, I could begin diverting the flow and excavating the site.

I killed about an hour before I decided to get breakfast going for us. Where was that kid anyway? Curious I clicked on several of the cameras that followed her route. She was nowhere to be seen at the moment but I figured she would be heading back from Gil’s camp by now. I sat and enjoyed my coffee for a few more moments when I spotted Travis entering the clearing where the big hot spring pool was located.

Moments later Trinity could be seen climbing out of the ravine and entering the clearing as well. I didn’t need the sound pick-up to notice how beat she was. She looked whipped from her trek! She paused at the pool for a moment and then tossed the empty pack to the ground before stripping out of her sweaty shorts and T-shirt. I felt my groin tighten as she stretched her lithe body and turned her torso back and forth. I expanded the window to full screen and watched as she bent over to unlace her hiking boots and stepped out of them completely nude.

Her body was still slight of frame but she had put on a significant amount of weight, filling her out in all the right places. Her breasts did not appear to be any larger but her chest and abdomen were now ripped with corded muscles as were her legs and arms. Her tight ass was more rounded and creased, conjuring an alluring shape that had me setting my cup down and loosening my pants. Her hair had grown out too and now fell to her shoulders, in its original brunette shade.

I swallowed nervously as she stepped into the steaming pool and began running her hands up and down her front, pausing to finger her bare pussy and pinch her nipples into firm little buttons. I heard her sigh pleasantly as she sank into the water and lay back with her head resting against the rock rim. Her hands continued to roam across her breasts and pelvis as she opened and closed her legs rhythmically.

As she relaxed further, her eyes closed and I could hear her sigh as she continued to touch herself provocatively. Her right hand cupped her groin and I could see her fingers parting her labia and pushing into her vagina.

“Oh God!” she moaned, pinching her left nipple and then withdrawing her fingers to lick them, “Mmm.”

Holy Shit! I was hard as a brick and found myself adjusting my seat to relieve the pressure. Her moaning and sighing became louder and more urgent as she pleasured herself. Travis wandered in and out of the picture, ignoring her throes.

“Oh please! Right there! Yes!” she cried out and her torso arched as she rubbed her clitoris with increasing intensity, “ah! Oh, Baby don’t stop! That’s it!! I’m gonna cum!” Her cries were loud enough and I wondered how far they carried. Then she was fingering herself with both hands as she thrashed the water about the pool. “Oh, sweet God please baby! Oh my God Carter! Fuck me hard, please! Ahhhh!” Her orgasm cut off her cries as her body froze in complete rapture. But I had pushed myself back from the desk, gobsmacked by her words. I watched her slowly relax from her climax and moan pleasantly as she regained her composure.

I whistled quietly and closed the window on the laptop ... to find a smaller one open behind it with a black screen and a blinking cursor. Fuck!

Not a word of this! I typed.

A large animated mouth appeared on the screen with lips that zippered shut. The zipper then sailed across the screen and bounced out of view.