Genie - account part 4

Trip To Washington State

to see Red Moose

Hi!

We're back! And...
Hey, what the... Oh, that's me in my "normal" form, in the pic, above. Okay, sysop, yeah, that's okay, a little variation doesn't hurt!
I wish he'd hurry up and paint the new pictures! Oh well...

Well, continueing! Sheesh! Whew! I've got writer's cramp!

So, I at this point, I have just left sweet Indira.

Now, I have to deal with a big river...

The bridge I was going to use was right there, not far in the distance. Indira's apartment area was only 3000 or maybe, 4000 feet away from the Mississippi shore. The bridge was due east.

I flew to that neck of woods or whatever that was, near the bridge. Whatever it is, there are railroad tracks all around. Being three-o-clock or there abouts, there were few people.

Hovering around 200 feet, I found a spot, and quickly came straight down. As I was coming down, I thought I heard a small child's voice go, "I wanna ride that, Mommy!"
Sheesh, I was already "committed", sort of. I looked around but didn't see anyone. Of course, I could have easily missed seeing somebody, such were the trees.
Well, I didn't hear anything after that. It had sounded pretty far away, anyway. Remember, I got these weird, extra sensitive ears. And probably, upon asking her child, "ride what?", the "Mommy" in question probably would not have believed what the child answered. Anyway, the area, to which I was headed, was clear and quiet.
I settled Jasmine into the area of spotty grass and clay, surrounded by trees. I removed suitcases, rigged up the wheel-set, rolled Jasmine up and tied her. I set to a-walkin'.

Grounded by Jasmine's unwillingness to cross water, I thread my way around unknown sidewalks and trails, crossed railroad tracks, got turned around a number of times, and finally found some sort of service-walk-way that ran under the bridge.

That's a big river! Like, half a mile. My wheel-set on the suitcases performed well, much better than the lousy wheels suitcase manufacturers usually put on their luggage. I switched Jasmine from arm to arm, as one arm and then the other, would tire. I mean, like, half a mile, that takes a while! And that's not counting all the other winding around and getting lost that preceded the crossing.

But, all and all, the crossing was enjoyable. The scenery of the grand Mississippi was exhilarating. I could see The Arch from where I was. The city-scape rose west of the river. Mmm! It wasn't bad! A nice breeze caressed me. The wind swirled around under my micro-skirt and refreshed my cunt...
You know, there's the biggest reason I wear micro-skirts with no underwear. It is just plain good for a woman's mound. Most gals deal with this and that rash, yeast, and other crap, but I have never had any of that. And I attribute my "crotch health" to avoiding underwear and pants of any kind.
And that's the "Genie-health-tip" of the day!

Well, I made the crossing, and found myself amongst multi-story buildings and a maze of small streets, alleys, and sidewalks.
At this point, however, I did not have to concern myself with getting lost. I just randomly poked around for a hidden spot.

The only problem was, all those buildings... someone could be looking out... Oh well, call Coast To Coast and tell it to George Noory! I'm a-leaving! There were a lot of seamy looking characters about, and I wasn't going to tarry. I'm six-feet-two, 200 pounds and fit and can take care of myself, but I don't need no trouble.
I found a hidden spot behind a gas-station on one side, and some kind of fast-food restaurant on the other. I was amongst smelly dumpsters and garbage cans. I was surrounded by walls.
Working quickly, I got my wheel-set off the suitcases. Carefully seeking a not-so-dirty spot on the pavement, I unrolled Jasmine, laid my suitcases and still-assembled wheel-set on her, took off heels and gingerly got on her myself, and lifted off, fast. I would disassemble the wheel-set later! Using high concentration, never minding who might be seeing me from any of those aged buildings, I rocketed skyward. Quickly attaining 800 feet, I began moving more horizontally.

Avoiding other aircraft... that's kinda tricky in a city. Usually, 1000 to 3000 feet is below the altitude of most general aviation, and well below airlines jets. However, helicopters, like traffic and news helicopters, can be encountered over the city at that elevation. And so can tall buildings.

Finally done with the Mississippi crossing, I was free to get away from the city. So, I just kinda flew around St.Louis. During that time, I took apart the wheel-set and packed it.

I flew south of St. Louis, and then headed away west-south-west, more or less following the path of interstate 44. I was trying desperately to prevent having to cross yet another big river, apparently, the Missouri River.

The path interstate 44 took crossed numerous smaller rivers. I was able to manage them, as before, by flying directly over the bridge provided by the interstate. That method seems to work for small rivers, but I have to fly pretty low, at a point where visual contact is possible, and right in the middle of an apparent "shadow", which the bridge creates, that shields me from the effects of the water below it.

At a point just northeast of Springfield, Missouri, I branched off on a bearing of something like 220 degrees, and flew between two areas where there were sizable rivers. After getting north of what I believe was Stockton Lake, I was able to go due west, and using a bridge state route 54 provided, get over a smallish river there.

Rivers continued to plague me, causing me to take wide detours, or fly uncomfortably close over a bridge. I was trying to get to either Kansas City, or Topeka, where I would find a hotel for the night. It was already getting dark.

I flew south of state road 54 some distance, avoiding the Osage River. After crossing into Kansas, that river trickles out and I was able to cut straight north.

In the distance and reflecting clearly, due to the setting sun, I could see many more small rivers. I gave up and tried ascending to great altitude, the highest ever for me. I ascended to 12,000 feet. Wow! I had to put on a jacket, and cover my legs with a blanket. I was panting quite vigorously. But from way up there, I was able to shoot over those rivers with only some "mushiness". In fact, sometimes it only felt like a bump, or maybe, a dip.

Because of all those dam rivers, I flew over 400 miles just to get to Topeka. It was already 11:30 at night. I found a nice complex of hotels next to interstate 70, just west of Topeka. Using the procedures of before, I descended, found a hidden area in which to land, made easy by the lateness of the hour, and began hoofing it. With suitcases on their wheel-set, and Jasmine under my arm, I checked with one, then another hotel. I was looking for a lower price and proximity to a restaurant. The hotel with the slightly higher price won out due to a next-door restaurant. I checked in, found my room, and marched straight toward the poor, hapless restaurant, where I think I finished out all of that day's ingredients and supplies for them. Man! Was I hungry!
After the devastation I caused at that restaurant, I returned to my hotel room. I missed someone sweet and warm to sleep next to, but, I was so tired, I flopped on the bed and passed out.

The next thing I knew, sunlight was coming through a window that I hadn't even closed the curtains to. The bed-side light was still on from last night. Like, energy-clown-alert! Shame on self! Oh well, usually I'm good.

It was already 11:30 in the morning.
Gees! You know what, that Jasmine the carpet must indeed draw energy from my system. All day long, while I sit on Jasmine, flying, like some vision out of Arabian Nights or something, I'm essentially, resting. Sometimes I outright sleep. Yet, each evening I'm tired and really hungry. The past two nights or more, the tiredness has been negated by the energy for sex that I always have. But there does indeed seem to be an energy draw from me.

I am losing weight, all in, well, fat... everybody has it, even the very fit. You need at least a little, it keeps one from being too "gristly" looking, like the competition lady body-builders. This hotel has a weight scale in a corner of the lobby. My weight is now 190. It's normally around 200, 205 or there abouts. And that's despite big, multiple meals and large desserts! You read what I wrote up there; I eat like a starving pig! My muscles poke out more, and are well cut, but I like a more smooth-over look.

Thank goodness whatever it is, is not using my muscle mass. When weight lifting using my water weights, I find I can lift easier. I'm needing to put on more weight for the exercise. My biceps has gone from 17 inches to 17 and a half, despite the fat-loss. You suppose the use of the carpet is activating whatever blood chemistry it is that causes muscles to develop? Wow, the next best thing to an exercise pill!

Well, I just marched on down to that restaurant down there and had me a big lunch, topped off with a huge chunk of chocolate-icing cake, and bowel of ice-cream.

Before I checked out of my room and so would have to drag two suitcases and Jasmine all over the place, I went to a convenience store and bought canned food and lots of sweet snacks, especially things like M&Ms, tootsie rolls, and various chocolate bars. The day before I was starved and even feeling faint at times. I more and more believe Jasmine does draw energy from me during flight. So, I guess I have to "fuel up".

I decided to make up for lost time. I went ahead and checked out of the room and took off. I was sorta thinking of lingering a day, but, no, I decided to pick up the pace. I already spent an extra day with that sweet Indira.

I checked out of the room, and carrying the two suitcases and Jasmine, walked out to find a hidden place to take off from. I wondered if I could get to the building's roof. The room had only windows, too small for Jasmine to fly through. Nah, I decided just to find a hidden place to take off from.

Some areas are cooperative, some are not. Being daylight, conditions for a concealed spot for take off are much more strict. There's more people about, and better light. I ended up having to walk a piece down a small road.

I guess I ask for it, the way I dress. A car with a couple farm-boy types slowed down and asked, "Need a lift?"
I replied, "No, I'm good!"
"No, really, if you're broke down, we can take you to somewhere to call for help..."

I was holding suitcases anyway, so I made sure my muscles were flexed, and I acted all sloppy, awkward and goofy and stuff.
"I just came from someplace to call for help", I said, "I'm goin' in this field to wait for my friend from Mars to pick me up!"

Hah! Without a word, they just drove off. That did it! They were NOT interested in some big, muscular, weird-acting chick.
And, I WAS going into the field...

I lifted suitcases and Jasmine over the barbed-wire fence. Then I carefully stepped through myself. I found a nice secluded spot behind trees to untie and roll out Jasmine. I put my suitcases on her, took off my heels, sat and took off.

That above was about 1 P.M. Five and a half hours later found me roughly over the area around North Platte, Nebraska. To get there, I had to give up following interstate highways, to cross "angularly", bearing more or less 190 degrees to continue in the direction of Washington State.

I had crossed numerous small rivers, but they produced only some mushiness or "dips" in the flight of Jasmine. I maintained an altitude of 5000 feet, which was a good compromise; it was barely comfortable, (just a tad chilly at times) and was sufficiently high to reduce the effects of the small rivers. The Kansas River gave me a bit of a problem, but after some distance, it became small enough, and I found a narrow area, that made crossing it not a problem.

It was definitely an area of farms, as far as the eye could see, even from 5000 feet. More and more of those circular things began showing up, the result of some sort of circulating irrigation process. As I pushed northward, adding more of a northward vector as made possible by fewer and fewer large rivers, I began to fly over areas of wilderness, usually hilly or mountainous areas.

At the time I was over North Platte, I considered stopping, but decided against it. The time was only six-thirty, a bit early to stop. I like to go until somewhere about ten. After dark, it is easier to land, and the restaurants have cleared out most families. I decided to continue on, crossing great expanses of farms and wilderness, with the wilderness becoming more and more prevalent and sometimes, seemingly endless. Up to that point, I didn't know such expanses of wilderness really existed. I was tempted to land to experience the solitude and unspoiled Earth energy, but decided instead, to hurry it up a bit.

Pushing on until darkness, I kept my eye out for collections of lights that indicate towns. Wow! They really become few and far between out here! There were times when there was solid blackness beneath me, and stars above. It also got chilly. I had to put on a jacket and cover with a blanket. I looked like a human tent. When I covered up, for some reason, Jasmine slowed down and she was a little less responsive to my thought-wills.

I was super hungry, so thank goodness I had thought to buy bags of snacks from that convenience store next to the restaurant in Topeka. I think that's what kept me going. Under my blanket-tent, I went through two large bags of chocolates, and eight large candy-bars.

Huh! It was kinda cool up here, as in, fascinating. Well, cool as in chilly, too. But man! All that darkness below me. A star-strewn sky was my only company.

Much later, I was feeling very drowsy, and even felt like I nearly fainted a couple times, or maybe, it was just so-called "micro-sleep".
But then, Eeek! I had company...
I noticed a light in the corner of my eye. I looked to the right, and there was some shining object, not a plane, just a disc-like orb, following me. I wondered if that was a UFO. Time for ME to call Coast To Coast! It was mostly white, with some orange, red, and "rusty-ish" colors, with a background-halo of deep violet. It stayed distant. I wondered about landing. I was over an area of absolute blackness below. Way ahead was a small cluster of lights indicating a town. I was actually very much unnerved! I kept under my blanket-tent, and only looked at the object with the corner of my eye. I made a bee-line for the cluster of lights.

As I approached the town, the object stopped following me. Just, when I looked one time, it was gone. I looked all around, nothing. I continued my descent to the town.

Once over the town at about 500 feet, I looked for hotels. I found a highway looking feature, only two lanes, and followed it west, then east, looking for a hotel and restaurant. I finally found a "set", the only one, and behind those, is where I landed.

I dragged out of my suitcase, a pair of low-rider genes. I kept on my leather jacket but I did not button it. It was pretty chilly, even on the ground. The air smelled fresh, and somewhat of wild meadow grass. I knew only generally where I was, possibly northwest Nebraska. I thought it would be near mid-night, but it turned out to be about eleven. I had passed through yet another time zone. It was now mountain time.

The stodgy old lady at the desk of the hotel looked at me like I was a zoo animal looking for a room, but screw that. I got settled in the room that was rustic and nice. It had a lot of wood this and that. Everything smelled fresh. I guess it was due to low humidity or something, but it had a good feel.

I got the feeling I was in "conservativille" or something, so I buttoned my jacket before going to the hotel. I don't like conservative places, I find them too restrictive. They make me feel like I'm going to suffocate.

But that didn't effect my appetite. Because all other waiters had gone home, the owner of the restaurant himself served me, and was surprised at how much a young woman could put away in food.

There wasn't anything here. No chance of a warm companion that night. Shoulda stayed in Topeka another night, maybe I coulda found one there. Oh well.

I found the phone book to see what town I was in. It appeared to be something called Harrison, in extreme northwest Nebraska. I had missed getting to Wyoming by mere miles.

Alone, I did my weight-lifting exercises. I was getting the feeling that, maybe I didn't have to exercise. While doing curls, for example, my muscles bulged hard and eagerly, and the weight went up so easy, I almost smashed my face with it. I took off the plates, and used a set of heavier plates normally used for leg exercises. I was able to lift it just fine. A tape-measure showed my arms at nearly 18 inches. Wow, the biggest ever, for me. All other muscles, the same way. My legs were bulging. I found it harder to jam on my already tight low-rider jeans for going to that restaurant the next morning.

I was also getting horny again, after not having any kind of sex for two days now. The seam of the tight-fitting jeans pressed in between my labias, stimulating them and my clit. That gnawing ache for fucking pestered me the whole time I had to wear them. Gosh! I wanted to fuck, bad. In the mirror; gees! You could make out the outline of my swollen cunt. And the seam which was imbedded in the cleavage between the labias was a little wet. Agh! Screw conservatism! They're lucky I'm even wearing these! I hate conservative places!

After breakfast, I raided a small grocery store for picnic items and sources of energy. It was becoming very clear by now, that Jasmine draws her energy, at least a large part, from me. She was definitely using up my blood glucose. So I stocked up on large bags of anything with sugar. In other words, I fueled my tanks before flight.

As well, my maps indicated I would be flying over northwest Wyoming, an area of extensive national forests and parks, the most well known of which is Yellow Stone. I definitely intended to land in a remote area, and have myself a picnic.

After breakfast and the grocery store, it was eleven-thirty A.M. In bright sun shine, it was tricky to find a place to take off without being seen. A walk down the road a piece got to fields or meadows, where, looking carefully for cars (that would have people seeing me enter a field and possibly getting their panties in a ruffle over it), I crossed the fence. In the tall grass, I rolled out Jasmine, put on suitcases and self, and, at just about noon, I was out of there.

As I lifted off and attained some altitude, I noticed an airstrip next to the town. Among other planes were gliders and possibly, ultra-lights, my worst enemy...
Why are ultra-light planes my worst enemy? Well actually, only sort of; it's just that, ultra-lights are the only aircraft whose pilots can clearly spot me, and even, pursue. Had that happen once. Ultra-lights fly at my altitude and speed. They might have a top speed of 50, 60, even up to 90 miles per hour. That either equals me or surpasses me somewhat.
The one that got after me one time, over West Virginia a few years ago, was a typical curious pilot. Well, what would you do if you saw someone flying on a carpet? You'd try to get a photo and send it in to Coast To Coast, let Noory take a look at it! I don't blame ya! But it's my intention to remain anonymous.
Well, when that one got after me, it was just a wee bit faster, maybe 75 miles per hour, but not as maneuverable. I shot up vertically to 5000 feet (I was at 900 feet above ground when he spotted me), and I literally hid behind a cloud.
A bit wary of flying that high perhaps, the ultra-light pilot flew this way and that. Because my carpet is completely quiet, I could hear his engine, and so, with the skill of a squirrel (if you've ever noticed how they can keep on the other side of the tree from you), I stayed on the other side of a developing morning-cumulus. After a short time, he gave up, and descended back down. I shot off, staying at 5000, and left the area.
I avoid small airports, especially, grass or dirt ones. Those are the type most likely to have ultra-lights coming from them.
Gliders are not as bad, because they can't follow. They have to stay within a certain path, or they may not safely make it back to the airstrip. Also, no way can they pursue me upward.
General aviation and certainly, airlines-jets, are almost no problem because their pilots are too busy, they fly higher than me, and I'm more maneuverable.

That particular day, however, the "bustling" Harrison airport seemed to have no ultra-light activity. I got out of there fast, though.

It didn't take long to get into some really remote territory. Rivers weren't such a problem any more, as they were either small, or dried up. I saw a lot of river-looking traces but no water.

And Wow! The wilderness here! I had heard of it, but I also heard a lot was being filled with homes. Spurred on by a generation trying desperately to get away from the evil commute, and for some folk, some other nasty aspects of the "job-word", and enabled by technology, more and more people find it possible to move to wilderness areas.
My Father is participating in this trend. Once having to commute to his electronic technician job, now he works fully at home, doing medical transcription. He picks up dictation and delivers completed work via Internet.

Only one problem with this trend, the wilderness areas are not so wilderness anymore. The areas fill up with this and that homes, every single one of them surrounded by awful dogs, and there's just no place one can get much further than a few thousand feet away from some neighbor.

We managed it, thank goodness. Before all the land began being divided up to ten to twenty acres and sold to people trying to escape, my parents manage to slowly add to their original property before it got too expensive. Now we are surrounded by over 100 acres. That keeps all that homesteading some distance away, anyway.

But this area; man! I had been flying over endless farms the past few days. I neglected to comment about the profusion of these funny little, well, not so little, they're like, three-quarters of a mile to a whole mile across, but, I kept seeing numerous circular thingys, apparently the result of some kind of circular irrigation system. I flew low over a couple to check them out. Sure enough, there's a big, long structure slowly moving along, in a circle, watering the crops. They're not always on. In fact, most aren't. I guess they water the crops if needed, for rain short-falls.

But now, as I left Harrison, left Nebraska and continued over Wyoming, the farms began to give out to very rugged mountains.

My navigation is not the best in the world. And, my maps were not to good for this area. Due to the lack of concentrated roads and towns, I flew over vast areas of wilderness, with no marker recognizable from the map. I shoulda gotten a set of maps that show natural features, for this area.

I basically tried to stay on a bearing of 285 degrees. My intent was Yellow Stone park. Maybe my bearing should have been 290 or something. Or, I failed to maintain bearing of 285. Hard to tell. I kept my eye on the compass. Maybe what happened, I neglected to compensate for the fact, that in some areas, the compass does NOT point straight north. Oh well, chalk it up to inexperience and being a giant, bitchy bimbo.

I flew over a lot of breath-taking, wilderness territory, that's for sure. Every so often, farms would appear again. But then, it was back to wilderness mountains.

Around mid afternoon, I was really over desolate terrain. Man! It just seemed to be getting more and more desolate. I had no idea this kind of wilderness still existed.

Man! I so thank The Creator for bestowing upon me, this carpet, Jasmine. Because of her, I am able to penetrate, completely undetected and unchallenged, any wilderness area I choose. And I can access places that no one but an eagle could access! Back-packing several days might get one to the places I can go, but not without a lot of trouble, time, and even, risk. I doubt if even a helicopter could land in some of these places. The ground is too slanted, or big boulders, or too many trees. A helicopter could hover, perhaps, as in a rescue operation, but that's it. Plus, I don't know whose property it is below me, at any one time. Could be private, could be a national forest, a wilderness preserve, or government.

My map indicated I would be flying north of an Indian reservation, one called Wind River. I figure I would keep my white, bitchy ass out of an area of land set aside for the original Americans. (Well, in all justice, my ass is golden brown; nice and tanned, like the rest of me, but, you know...)

Well, I continued over the most desolate land I've ever seen. I've never done so much leaning over the sides of Jasmine. I'm like a wide-eyed tourist...

You know, I don't know what keeps Jasmine level, despite the fact I crawl all around her, on my hands and knees, sometimes sitting on the extreme front, back or sides. But then, I don't know what makes her fly in first place. It ain't aerodynamics, as with fixed-wing or rotational-wing craft, or buoyancy, as in helium balloon or hot-air balloon. As far as I can tell, some kind of gravimetric force field is doing all of this. When I crawl upon Jasmine, it feels like she's on a table top, with perhaps, a half-inch-thick padding between her and the table. She feels very stable.

And something's acting as a windshield. Even though I'm going 60 miles an hour, I get only a gentle swirling breeze around me, if even that. Something keeps me warm, despite chilly temperatures. Since the energy seems to be coming from me, a byproduct of that energy extraction appears to be heat.

As I flew over all that desolation, I was naked. I always strip when I get away from the ground. I'm more comfortable. And, another thing, I have noticed Jasmine handles more "tightly" when I'm naked. She's easier to horse over rivers, and I can get more speed out of her. I think clothing, perhaps, blocks the energy extraction.

Well, whatever the scientific and/or paranormal reasons, I was having fun. I wanted to land and walk around. But I was already running late. Even though you all (I'm speaking to Red Moose and White Dove, remember) gave me an open span of days that I could arrive, however, I feared I was getting close to the latter-end of that span.
Around about midish to latish afternoon, I crossed over an interstate highway that I believe was 25.

Well, after a few more hours, the sun was getting low. It was super, duper, ruper, extra, extra beautiful! Is this what pilots see all the time? Wow! I've never seen anything so grand. So desolate, so quiet; the healthful Earth energies were radiating me from below. Well, I gave up, I just couldn't resist the temptation. I was hungry anyway, and, though I could have eaten in flight, I decided to land.

As I slowed Jasmine down and descended, I did my usual careful checking for anything around. Not to worry! There weren't nothin'! I studied the map carefully, noting any land mark. I far as I could tell, I was... off course! Dam! That's par for me. I was indeed, as far as I could tell, in the extreme northwest corner of the Wind River Indian Reservation. Well, it looks like they were gonna get a visit from my white ass after all.
But, I tell you what, we're all the same spirit energy driving our different bodies, and, there was positively NO ONE around! The Earth energies know who I am, and it was okay with them.
I'm not kidding. For over an hour, I didn't see anything. I saw some dirt trails, that's it.

I landed into an area of trees. It was on the north side of a hill. All these hills, when they're next to dry stream-beds, have more vegetation on their north sides than south.

I got off Jasmine quickly, so as not to stand on her while she is draped over rough ground. I stayed naked of course. I didn't even put on my heels. I was buck naked, literally, from head to toe, and I loved it!

I found a rock to sit on, got comfortable with my legs spread, and ate one of the canned vittles I had purchased earlier. I didn't litter! I placed all trash in a sack and packed it. No white-woman mess on the Reservation, or, anywhere, for that matter, among these pristine areas I have been enjoying.

Well, I began hiking. Just like that, barefooted, naked, I just hiked. I go barefooted lots, so the undersides of my feet are tough. That ground wasn't bad. It didn't have hidden branches, sharp stones and sticker-bushes like West Virginia. Sparse vegetation made for good visibility. And, thanks to walking on spiked heels all the time, often in dirt and grass, I have this habit of walking on the balls of my feet, where my heels never touch the ground. Walking in such a manner, made it easier to hike around all these loose stones and gravel.

With pent-up energy, I bound up the hill to experience a glorious sun-set. Then I hiked across an expanse of gravel to another set of hills. Then returned... to where Jasmine and my stuff was. I sat on the rock again and ate another can of stuff. Then I hiked up the hill across from me. From its ridge, I enjoyed the beauty of the post-sunset, where the sun has just disappeared below the horizon. Man! Such beauty! The Art of The Creator! Crimson reds, deep oranges, gradually becoming deep, velvety indigo, and then the stars overhead. Wow! I was lost in beauty!

I don't know how long I tarried. It was quite a while. It was black-dark before I decided, I better get going. The stars are so bright, that visibility was fine for me.

I sat on the rock and ate yet another can of food... no, two of them. I was hungry! And, so was my cunt. I had my legs spread because my guchi was all swollen, and getting moist. I just ignored it. I went through half a large bag of tootsie-rolls. That helped take my mind off of my mound a little, but gosh, it was throbbing away. May as well try to ignore a piano falling on your head. Finally, I gathered all my stuff, lightly and delicately crawled upon Jasmine, willed her up promptly, took a look around, and finally lifted off.

Well, so I was off course a bit. I studied my maps, made difficult by the darkness. I decided to head for Boise, in Idaho, rather than Butte in Montana, which had been my original plan. If I had been in Yellow Stone as planed, Butte would have been closer. Or maybe I would stop in Idaho Falls. Well, "I'll see", I told myself.

Well, so I was under way. Within what seemed like a short time of enjoying all this... strange, desolate beauty... I know, a strange mix of descriptions, I was already nearing a large collection of lights I knew to be Idaho Falls. I was kinda north of it for some reason. Gees, my navigation just ain't no good. Oh well, I stayed north of it. They have an airport, and I don't want anywhere near it this time of night. And I wasn't ready. I felt I could easily go a few more hours, and make it to Boise around something like, eleven-thirty.

It was all dark below me. I could see well enough to avoid hitting mountains or buttes that rose up to my altitude. I was extremely tempted to land atop one of them. But I could not see roads. I was dependant on compass, North-Star, and positions of collections of lights, indicating towns, to determine where I was.

Everything seemed to be fine, although I was famished-hungry. I had gone through all of my cans of food and candy. It was nine-thirtyish or tenish in the evening, and I was over an extensive area of desolation. No towns, nothing. I often encountered mountains at my altitude. I was getting a little drowsy, but okay. I had to stay awake, or else I would run into a mountain. I was making something like sixty miles an hour, so, that would be a serious incident.

Then, I began to get the chills. I can't put it into words, but the chills weren't just feeling cold, although the temperature was very low. These chills felt weird. I put on my blanket. Covering myself with the blanket causes the handling of Jasmine to become a little less responsive, and her speed decreases a bit. But I had the chills. I wondered what it was. Was it a cold? I haven't had a cold or flu in decades. It was kinda like I had been feeling just before landing in Harrison. But remember, first, some light began following me. That unnerved me. Then, right after that, or, because of that, I landed. But on this night, I was continuing. Maybe what it was, that night before landing in Harrison, was happening again, only progressing further this time.
Then dizziness. I caught myself babbling to myself about some nonsense. I felt woozy. I dam near fainted. "Am I like, running out of gas!?", I babbled to myself. Was it depletion of blood glucose? Later, I described the symptoms to a Doctor. He sort of agreed, it sounded like just plain running out of blood sugar!

I nearly fainted a second time! Each time I nearly fainted, Jasmine began to collapse! This was serious! I had to land, and fast! But, out here? In the middle of absolute nowhere?

There was an approaching mountain top. I went for it. Struggling against fainting, I settled onto the rocky but easily manageable top of that mountain.

Landing Jasmine seemed to alleviate the symptoms some. I got more alert, the tendency to faint went away. I felt warmer... for a while.
It was the first week into September. Although the warmth of summer still lingered, this is the northwest mountains after all, not known for balmy conditions. I was at high altitude, and it was night. Fortunately, there was not a whole lot of wind. But I would get cold.

Man! At that point, I was starving. But I was also, very, very sleepy.

Reluctantly, I wore some clothes. I put on my low-riders, tank-top and warmest leather jacket. I checked my area. It was inaccessible to anything but eagle. So I was safe from bear or anything else. I found a nice niche among the stones and settled in there. I wrapped myself in the blanket, and pulled Jasmine over me. Hmm, it wasn't bad. Using a couple tank-tops for a pillow, I was quite comfortable and soon fell asleep.

Next thing I knew, I was standing on the top of the mountain, enjoying the view. Indira was with me, and on my bosom. I hugged her, keeping her warm. It was still night, but strangely well lit. Each star had its own color pattern. There were colors I had never seen before. I hugged Indira, and she hugged me, until we fused. Once again, I experienced a blasting, beautiful, loving, warm orgasm that lasted several minutes.
Then, Indira and I were merely hugging again, on top of that mountain.

Then Indira said, "Follow me", which I did.

We hiked down the mountain, floating sometimes, taking long, floating leaps. She showed me a grove of prickly-pear cactus. She showed me waggling off a pear of it, being careful that there was none overhead that would fall on you. Then, carefully, she plucked off the thorns, one by one. She bit into it, to break its skin, then peeled it back. She told me to suck on the pulpy interior.
"Do this, then you will have energy to fly to the gas station, and get some colas...", Indira said, and then, with a lot of buzzing and tingling, I woke up.

Wow! Another out-of-body experience! And, another thing of... out-of-body-sex with Indira! Double wow! And... and... what she told me...

It was too dark to do it now. And too chilly. I left my warm cocoon just enough to reach into a suitcase to find any paper, and a pen. I scribbled down the stuff about the cactus, and the directions on what bearing, and how far, to a lone gasoline station... the directions... were just... there. I don't know how they got there!

Having written all that down, I returned to my blanket and underneath Jasmine, and fell back to a peaceful sleep.

I woke up with the sun. That was cool. It was neat, the play of shadows over me, on the stones over me, from my place in the niche.

I crawled out of the blanket and from underneath Jasmine. I had fully recovered. Probably, during sleep, some fat reserves had been broken down to recover my blood glucose. But it would last long if I started flying again. I was starved. A cactus sounded good about then!

From memory of the out-of-body experience, I descended the mountain on its west-side, which would be in the shadow, since it was early morning. It was a lot more difficult going down physically, than while in astral form. But, indeed, there they were, a bunch of prickly-pear, all together like in a grove, on the side of that mountain.

At this point, I was dressed in tank-top and low-riders. I was barefooted. I was quickly warming up, and decided to strip soon, but not until I had finished with these prickly fellows. And, dang! Wouldn't you know it; while climbing around, certain positions and moves required flexing my leg muscles in such a way that, more than once, I heard a "rip" sound from my jeans. Yep, my thighs were literally ripping open that seam, some on the outer one and some on the inner one, on both pant-legs, around the greatest bulge of my quads. Oh, the inconveniences of being a muscle-chick.

I did just as Indira instructed me. I wiggled off a "pear", making sure that, as I shook it, other pears unnoticed, wouldn't fall on me. Well, I worked it off. I went back up the mountain a bit, and sat on a rock. Just like Indira did, I plucked off the thorns, one by one. I bit into the skin of it, peeled the skin back, and dined on the pulpy interior. I didn't know if I should eat it or not, so after sucking it dry, I'd spit it out. I did two other pears the same way. I'll bet that cactus was glad to see me leave!

My jeans ripped more as I climbed back up. Climbing meant flexing my muscles even more, which caused more ripping. I don't usually do these kinds of activities in the jeans. To me, low-rider jeans are "dress-clothes", for when I'm not doing no heavy activity. As soon as I got to the top, I stripped all off. Mmmm! Was nice to get naked!

Those prickly-pears would refuel me for a while, but I had to get a lot more in me. Now, what's this gasoline station all about... Indira didn't instruct me directly, I just... knew of it... I knew it was west of here, on a lonely stretch of road.

I gathered all my stuff, packed my suitcases, and laid Jasmine on a flat rock, after brushing small stones off with my feet. I laid suitcases on her and crawled on her myself. With compass in hands, and having taken out my stiletto heels, (I... don't know why I did that...), I willed Jasmine up and took off westward... and then, turned and headed due south, again, I don't know why... well, I did know, it's where the gasoline station was.
While flying, I fixed up my hair. It was kind of disheveled.

This direction was taking me off course, but my maps indicated what seemed to be major roads and some towns. I had been in, apparently, an area called Soldier Mountains, apparently within Sawtooth National Forest. There was absolutely nothing there, so, if I was to refuel my blood glucose, and I needed a lot, I would have to find a quicky-mart, gasoline station, or something of the sort.

Well, like I didn't know this rugged, pristine landscape really existed, and then found out it really did, I also didn't know the "stereotypical" lone gasoline station out in the middle of nowhere really existed. But, apparently, they do, or at least, this one did.
I passed over what appeared to be nothing more than a paved trail. Absolutely nothing on it. Then, a more substantial road showed up. I followed it west. There was nothing, nothing and nothing. Then, there it was. All by itself, indeed, some sort of gasoline station. Now, why would someone put a gasoline station way out here? Then again, on second thought, why not? I mean, without anything else, suppose one was about to run out of gas in all this desolation. She'd be glad to see this lone station way out here. Think of it, no competition.

I descended, and checked around. Then, some guy came out, and saw me! Ooops! Another call for George Noory! There was nobody else. Otherwise, he would have run in and called for anybody and everybody to get out there and look! I also saw coke machines! Mmmm! And the promise of more in the mart, inside. Then, my bitch-bimbo mind came up with a way to have some kinky fun!
He was jumping up and down. I looked him over, from where I was, up there. He could not see me clearly. And, being the morning, since I approached from the east, and I had to get south of the station a bit to see clearly in (the station was on the north-side of the highway), the sun was behind me, and blinding him somewhat. If I was a lone lady, I don't think I'd like stopping here by myself with him. I don't know, maybe he's okay. He was slenderish, which is what I like. But he seemed a bit... well, if I was the usual woman, I would not like to be alone with him. Me, that's different. I was far stronger than he.

I then flew quickly up and away. As far as he was concerned, I was gone. I circled way around, and came back north of that station, in other words, from behind it. It took a number of minutes to do so. I descended, then zoomed just over the rock-strewn ground for a distance, quickly approaching the station. I slowed, and at about, oh, fifty feet behind it, I settled Jasmine down. I crawled off Jasmine, put on my stiletto heels... and nothing else! I fixed my "Genie-ish" hair, getting it right and centered, ready for viewing.

I got some dollar bills to pay for my drinks and candy, and, deftly stepping along amongst the stones, approached the station from the rear.

Finally, on pavement, I could walk more confidently. I got nice and erect, of exemplary posture, and just strolled on up. He was half asleep on a chair just in front of the station, in the morning sun. My heels on pavement woke him up.

Man oh man! One look at me, and you never seen eyes bug out like that in your life! He stood up, mouth agape, going, "Uh, uh... um...", and so on like that. He was something like five-feet-eleven, and maybe 150 pounds, no match for me. Besides, he was too intimidated to do anything. He was facing six-feet-seven, over all, of muscular, buck-naked amazon.

"I need some colas!", I simply said, somewhat sternly.
"Is... is... is this a robbery?", he stammered out nervously.
"Of course not, silly. I got money", I replied as I held the bills up, "I just need some cokes and candy, and I'll be on my way".
"Uh, uh, okay, um... this way!"

He kind of stayed back from me, while I made my selections. I probably looked huge, once inside. When I entered the mart, I had to duck a little, to keep from striking the door frame with my hair.

Golly-dang, I was having fun. I was horny too. That helped fuel the mischief.
"I'll take a few of these grape Nehies for starters", I muttered. I set them on his counter except for one, which I rubbed across my tits, first one, then the other.
"Mmmmm", I groaned, "Nice and cool!", I commented, breathy.
Man! His eyes were buggin' out like a dying calf!

I got the colas together, some cold from the refrigerator, and some just warm, from outside. I got grape, orange, cherry coke and regular coke. Then I found some canned foods, and lots of candy. I put all of it on his counter.

It wasn't really that hot, but, I was hot from the energy extraction from me by Jasmine. It was about 72 degrees and dry. I continued to pretend heat exhaustion. I rubbed my tits with an ice-cold cola again, and groaned out my pleasure.
Of course, by now, my tits were sticking out a thousand feet... well, that's an exaggeration, but, they were out almost a full inch. I rub the icy cola over my forehead, letting him see my biceps and well-formed axilla. I made sure he got an eye-full of my huge legs, rippling muscle-butt and my puffed up cunt.
"I'll just drink this one here, while you ring that up", I told him.

Hah! He was hardly able to handle the cash register. As I drank the cola, I made sure to pose in all manner of sexy ways.

I was genuinely horny, and getting hornier. After finishing the cola, I let him see me rub the bottle over my cunt... yeah, I was laying it on thick!

"Mmmmm!", I groaned, "Oohhh! I was hot down there too!".

Burning with libido, I increased the intensity of the show. I rubbed the bottle side ways into my cunt. Mmmm, it really felt good! There were just enough bumps on it to stimulate my clit and labias. My tits were about to stretch my skin out of whack, they were poking out so much, my cunt ached and burned, and I became lost in libido. And before I knew it, the feeling peaked, I blasted, and, in front of his wide eyes and wide-open mouth, I came to a full-fledged orgasm right there, some feet away from his counter. I humped vigorously, just standing there, legs spread, rubbing that bottle into my cunt. My cunt-lips were half-way around it. Gol-dang it felt good! As I groaned loudly, I released a large amount of cum that spilled into a puddle beneath me. Golly-goodness! He was besides himself! Even I hadn't planned to go this far, but man! I was enjoying it!

Well, I stood there, legs spread, bottle at my cunt, in front of him, while I humped and gleaned every bit of pleasure from my unplanned orgasm. I groaned and moaned my pleasure of release, "Oh Gosh! That felt good! Ohhh!".

Some seconds of silence passed while I enjoyed the pleasure of gratification, while he stood spell-bound. Finally I said, somewhat breathlessly "If you'll give me some tissues, I'll um... clean this up..."

Finally breaking away from his spell, he said, with a voice gravelly, "Uh, ehem! Uh, that's quite all right, um, I'll do it."

He got some of those blue paper towels one sees around gasoline stations, and we both got it. I rubbed off the bottle and thew it away, and I helped him get my cum off the floor.

He was trying to get close to me. I let him. In fact, I sorta "accidentally" bumped into him with my muscular hips, almost knocking him down. He was sure to have felt my weight and strength from that. "Excuse me", I said.
"Oh, that's quite all right!", he assured.

I was still horny, and could have used another, but, that's enough. I didn't even plan that first one. Besides, someone might drive up any time.

He hadn't finished ringing me up. He had to start over. I continued to stand there, wiping my brow, showing off breasts, axilla and biceps. I was having fun, and my ego was getting fatter and fatter.

The amount was close to what I gave him, so I told the poor beleaguered fellow, "Oh, just keep the change. I'll be on my way now!"

It took two bags to carry out all that I had purchased. He followed me out, saying, "Um, uh, okay! Um, see ya! Say, can I have your address or telephone number or something?"

I decided to have yet more fun. I replied, "I can't, it's not on this planet!"
"Wha... what do ya mean?", he asked as he followed me to the back of the station, then he stuttered, "Where's... where's your car? How'd you get here? Uh, wh... why are you going back here? There's nothin' but rocks and scrub-brush...".

I deftly stepped around the rocks and made my way back to Jasmine. He was trying to follow, but kept stumbling on rocks. Like, learn to walk on the balls of your feet, man! There I was, in three-inch heels, walking just fine.

I took off heels, put my sacks of stuff on Jasmine, crawled on her myself, and, right in front of him, rose a couple feet. I called out, "You see, I'm not from your world! Bye bye, sweety!"

I then rose up, and off I went northward, away from the rear of the station.

I could write and write an endless spiel of descriptions, but, it wouldn't get across to you, his expression. Hee, hee, hee! Aren't I the bitch! I really had some fun with that one. Boy! Will he ever have a tale to tell to Coast To Coast. Too bad, he had no witnesses. Perhaps he'll never tell anyone! Nah, tell it to George Noory, he'll listen to ya, at least.

Well, okay, so after that bit of fun, I endeavored to get back on course. By now, Boise was only 60 or 70 miles away. I decided to find a hotel there anyway, even though I would get there about ten A.M. Or sooner. I needed to recover.

Then I decided, since I had time, and since that's too early to check into a hotel, I would fly north, back into the midst of the wilderness of those Soldier Mountains, in the Sawtooth National Forest. I found a nice, scenic, far-from-civilization, far-from-any-road spot, kinda up on the side of a mountain, landed there, and hiked and relaxed for a number of hours. I was timing to arrive to Boise about ten P.M., after family types would be out of the way. I was tired of having to wear those jeans. I just wanted to wear my micro-skirt and tank-top. And I wear those only cause I hafta.

Well, I hiked here and there, slept sometimes, yes, right on the ground among the dirt and rocks. I can be tough like that. I was naked the whole time. When I lay down, I made sure I was positioned so that the sun would shine right between my legs onto my cunt. It kinda felt good.

Well, before I knew it, it was already evening, pulling up to six o-clock. I had just about eaten up all my stuff and drank the colas. I'm sure my system was well fueled now. I checked the maps. Boise was only 70 miles or less away. It would take me slightly more than an hour to get there. I was aiming for 10 P.M., so, I planned to take off at nine.

I hiked some more, and enjoyed a wonderful sunset. Wow! Man! The colors! This area sure is a canvas for The Creator's art, that's for sure!

Under a sky strewn with stars, with the only haziness being that of our own galaxy, I lifted off with Jasmine, and headed west for Boise. I checked compass and North Star to make sure I was headed slightly northward. There was a river I had to avoid. Out here in arid country? It was a set of rivers and lakes created by a dam, the Arrowrock Reservoir. I could not see well, in the darkness, when I'm approaching a river. I didn't want any surprises. I flew at 2000 feet above ground for possibly, 5000 feet over all, maybe. Even with the heat by-product of Jasmine drawing energy from me, I got a little cold. I threw a blanket over my nude body, with a resulting decline of responsiveness from Jasmine to my wills, and a slight reduction in speed. Before long, already, at that altitude, I could see the lights of Boise.

About 45 minutes into it, I was apparently north of that reservoir. Boise was somewhat south of west, well, bearing 250 degrees, about. I dropped altitude to get into something warmer.

I just headed over the midst of it, carefully staying north of an airport and some military things to the south. In the midst of it all, there was a sizable river, wouldn't ya know! Dammit. I had to get back up to 2000 feet, and I found a way across that river by finding a area choked with sandbars. Before crossing, I removed the blanket, to obtain full control of Jasmine. I crossed with no problem; just a dip-feeling thing, and a bit of mushiness.

Coming back down to about 700 feet, I just took my time and floated around over the city. Boise is adjoined by several other burgs, but from the air, it's just one city.

I found a nice looking hotel, several stories, that was not far from a big bookstore, something like Barnes And Noble, or similar. It was also close to a Kinko's all-night computer place; ah, this area had all I might need! I had an idea in my devious, bitch mind I was toying around with. But first, to get settled.

This hotel had an accessible roof, with a wall for protection of users. There were lawn chairs and stuff a top it, and even, a wading pool. Cool! This hotel might be expensive, but, I had the money...

Hah! Red Moose stopped me here to ask, "Because of your exotic dancing?"
"You got it!", I heartily replied.

At the moment, there was nobody there, on the hotel's roof. I carefully descended lower. Ah! This was convenient. I just settled on the patio-like surface of the hotel's roof.

Forgetting I was naked again, I jammed on a tank-top, strung on a micro-skirt and put on my heels. I rolled up and tied Jasmine, took my suitcases and Jasmine, and let myself through the door.

Indeed, there were stairs leading down to where elevators were. In my usual manner, I found some stairs, and used them to descend. I quietly appeared into the lobby, at around ten-o-clock, and requested a room. I got a room pretty high up.

As usual, I was getting the stares of amazement, arousal and jealousy, from whomever around, although there were very few at that hour. My ego feasted. The lady behind the counter commented on the shortness of my skirt, saying, "If I looked like you, I would never wear anything but what you got on!".
She was pretty nice looking. I don't know why she saw herself as not. I replied, "Well, this is a bit daring, better be strong enough to beat off... whatever happens, but, I think you'd look nice in one, too!" That kinda perked her up. Well...

"You know, one thing I've noted", commented White Dove, interrupting my monologue, "Is that, where ever you go, you leave people behind feeling better, spirits lifted, or, in some way, energized. You keep calling yourself 'bitch', but I don't think you are. You are very positive, up-beat, give off a positive, up-lifting energy, while at the same time, adventuresome and creative, to the point of, yes, being mischievous. But over all, you leave behind you, a wake of good feeling!"

"Well, why, thank you!", I responded, slightly embarrassed but flattered... no, not embarrassed... surprised. Yeah. I wasn't expecting that.

I added, "Well, I do mischief alright, but, yes, I do like to keep it at least harmless!"
White Dove encouraged me on, saying, "Well then, so tell us what devious plan you were thinking; you said you saw a bookstore, that would assist with your plan...".

Ah, yes! That!
Well, so I carried my suitcases and Jasmine up the stairs to the eighth story and found my room. I had to fill my roaring stomach before any plan was to be unfolded.

Propping Jasmine comfortably up in a corner and setting my suitcases, I proceeded to devour the nearby restaurant's remaining food supplies of that day. When I go into a restaurant, I amaze folks in two ways. The first way is obvious; my sex feet... uh, excuse me, my six feet of... hmm, maybe I should say, "sex-feet", well... so anyway, my sex-feet-five or six of nearly naked, muscular, amazon physique opens eyes where ever I go. Then, the waiter or waitress, and anyone else nearby who notices, are amazed at a big, fit, even lean woman who can put away enough food for three or four folks; then eat enough dessert for three or four again.
Maybe folks have seen some fat guy gobble down a lot of food. But usually, fit folks, even big ones, eat more or less normally. But, whatever is going on with that Jasmine, my goodness! She makes me into a food vacuum, my goodness! And like I say, whatever blood chemistry is going on through all this, apparently, the chemistry has been activated, I would say similar to that of heavy exercise, which is causing my muscles to reach full potential. With my complexion-smoothing adipose tissue decreasing, and my muscles increasing, I'm beginning to look a bit huge and rough even for my tastes. I measured my biceps after getting back to my room from the restaurant; 18 and a half inches! Man! That's the biggest ever for me. All other muscles the same way. My thighs rippled with each step. Actually, I don't mind the big muscles, but I do want to put on just a little fat to smooth my complexion. I don't dig that competitor-muscle-woman look.

Well, I got ready to go to the big bookstore. It was some ways down the street. Nothing to me. But I had two enemies; possibility of encountering a creep, not too big of a worry for me, and the bookstore being closed due to the hour. It was almost eleven-o-clock.

For the creep, I wore my wrist knife. It's a feminine looking dagger-knife and scabbard that goes on my left forearm. I wear some "amazony-looking" something on my right forearm to "balance" the look. From a casual sighting, one does not suspect the thing on my left forearm is a deadly knife. That's my plan. Otherwise, one might be stopped from entering certain places with an obvious knife. The scabbard of this knife is arranged so that the knife handle is just at my left wrist. If needed, I pull the knife out with my right hand, and poke full of holes whatever creep dares try to force me into something I did not give permission for! I LOVE FUCKING!!! But, it will be done on my terms ONLY!

Another thing, I keep the double edge blade of this eight-inch dagger razor-sharp. And the blade, about half of it, rests in the scabbard within a poisonous gel that resides in the scabbard. It does not kill, but it is intensely painful when it gets into a cut...

Then I sort of turned to White Dove and asked, "Uh, do I still impress you as positive? After all that carrying on about my knife... I just wanna defend myself. I know, I know, a lot of people would say "Dress more!", but, I'm for full freedom. If one doesn't like the way I dress, tough shit! And I'm dam sure not going to be forced into anything."
White Dove replied, "You sound like a warrior! You have a code of ethics and honor, and sound like you're resolved to uphold it! There's nothing wrong with that..."
Red Moose added, "If you used your great strength and dagger to bully others, or force someone else into something, then you'd be in negative energy. The sun has some ability to disinfect objects that you lay out in the sun all day. You are like bright, brilliant light. If something or someone so vile and negative should attack you, and you're forced into using your muscles and dagger, that would be you, like light, disinfecting the streets of filth, so that others can be safe. Don't worry, we honor strength. Now, you were headed to a book store for something, and I take it, the knife was strictly for protection while you walked there, not for in the bookstore...".
"Oh no!", I agreed, "Not for use in the bookstore. Now, you may be wondering, why didn't I just take a taxi..."
"You need not explain, Genie", White Dove interrupted, smiling, "Having heard you so far, and having seen you, the way you came to our land here, and hiked with us, and all else, we can see that you are vigorous, healthy, possessed of high energy. Of course you'd rather walk than take some engine-powered contraption. You'd feel confined, wouldn't you? You much prefer the walking..."
"Right, right, and RIGHT!", I agreed, "The bookstore was maybe... two-thirds of a mile away. Nothing to me. The night; the temperature was 60, humidity dry, Oh! It was great for walking! And, you're right! Under such conditions, I would never prefer taking a taxi. I'm so big, anyway, 'til, yes, I do feel confined".

So, with obvious agreement and approval from my audience of two (and I don't know about you readers), I continued with my yarn...
Does this account seem a bit long to you? It took me all of an hour and a half to tell of my trip from West Virginia to their place, but gosh! I've been writing on this for, like, a whole week and a half now. Golly! I guess it just takes longer to write. And I'm not the world's fastest typist.

Okay, so on with my plan...
Let's see... Oh yes. So I was dressed in a white, quarter-length tank-top with my big tits raising obvious bumps, and a lavender micro-skirt, no undies of course, and a kind of, uh, warrior-woman or amazonish looking thingy on my right forearm, and what looked like similar decoration on my left forearm which was, instead, a disguised dagger. I fixed my hair, that tallish style with the bun and tail. I wore my four-inch stiletto heels for this project.

I set out to a-walking down the street in the direction that I saw, from the air, the big bookstore. I walked well in those taller heels; I'm getting better at it.

As I said, it was a great evening. Boise is not that big of a city, and it's surrounded by all that pristine environment and fresh air. It was 60 degrees, dry, and the air swirling over and caressing my near-nude body felt great. The air easily reached under my skirt to my crotch. My cunt, which was getting a little moist from thinking about what I was doing, felt refreshed and cool...

You know what, I advise going without underwear and wearing skirts for any woman. Except for them dam periods, underwear just isn't necessary. You don't have to wear a really short skirt. Any dress or skirt, any length, will do. Just keep that area ventilated. It's healthy for you!

Okay, so much for the Great Genie Health Advisory of the week!

I reached the bookstore without incident. Few people on the streets. Some couples. The ladies did what they could to keep their guys from seeing me. Hah! It's kinda funny.

When I got to the bookstore, it was just about eleven. Thanks to the lateness of the week, they added an hour and were open until twelve. I entered the bookstore... Mmmm, I love the smell of books and coffee together.

Let's see... I'm six-feet, no, sex-feet-two tall myself; in bare feet, to top of head at the scalp level, not counting hair. Then, add four inch heels, that's sex-feet-sex, then add a good two inches of bun and sweep of tail, that's sex-feet-eight! Gosh, I could report the weather up here!

There were few people in there. But what few there were, the closer by ones turned to look. This is the kind of stuff my big, fat ego eats heartily on. But, a nasty roach got into the dish my mistake! Ever had that happen at a restaurant? It happened to my ego!

I came in there... let me say, the lighting is great! It's low, softish amberish... great for the problem I was having with my complexion due to the lose of smoothing adipose. So, I had that going for me.

So, I walked in there, tall, way up there, walking erect and proud. I was getting aroused by it. I felt my tits pressing out on my tank-top material. My cunt was moistening up. I took a few steps in, then, "WHAP", something struck my head! Not hard or anything, didn't even hurt that much. But it, you know, startled me. Well, when you're soaring on four-inch stilettos, the least unexpected thing can throw you off.
Sure enough, after striking what was a directional sign, apparently, I automatically kind of ducked, or leaned to one side, and one heel turned from under me on the hard-wood floor. That caused me to do a few steps of a, shall we say, "drunk-woman-on-heels-reel", accompanied by a clearly audible "clack-clack-clickety-clack! Sheesh! Thank gosh I have the ability to laugh at myself. I began uncontrollable giggling after I regained my balance.

An information desk was right there. As I past it, having regained my composure, the gal there asked, "Are you okay? I keep telling management they should make those signs higher. I guess that just doesn't happen enough to warrant the trouble. I saw that happen once before, to a guy..."
"Gees, who was he, Ted Cassidy?", I remarked, chuckling, "I didn't know there was many taller than me, the jolly blond giant!"
Giggling, she replied, "Oh, a Trekkie!? Or, an Addams Family fan? No, not Ted, he... left us in the late '70s. Just some real tall dude".
I replied, "Star Trek and Addams Family. I wouldn't worry about it. I don't think you will see that many human sky-scrapers!"

She chuckled delightfully, then asked, "May I help you find anything?"
"No... uh, yeah, just, where is the computer-books section?"
"Oh, over there!"

I thanked her and proceeded to where she had pointed. It was way in the back of the store. My little entrance-performance had not been noticed way back here.

My hopes were dwindling for what I had come in for, due to being so late. I began to plan, maybe I'll stay over one more night, and come back here tomorrow. But I hung around a bit anyway.

"What were you looking for?", spoke up White Dove, asking.
"Oh, yes!" I replied, "I was looking for a sweet, submissive, cute... well, quite frankly, a nerd. Yes. Or, that it, that type of guy that the stereotype indicates... something like that. I was going to bring a nerd's most wildest dream to reality for him! Why not?"

Why not indeed? They would appreciate me! Most of them probably figure they'll never get a chance to be with a really... well, I'm being presumptuous but, I think I am sizzling hot... Most nerd-types figure they'll never have a chance for even a few minutes with a really hot gal!

Rich people don't appreciate their possessions because they come to easily and have too many. Good looking guys are like, rich in their ability to, uh, get women. They don't appreciate them. A nerd, or nerd-type; they're kinda what I like anyway, cute and submissive. I get tired of the "chiseled-look-types" always buggin' me, or worse, the "big-ape" types. Ugh! I hate big-apes. Body building women get a lot of those following them around, especially in the gym. I work out at home, in a meadow, but, sometimes I'll go to a gym if traveling (although, not this trip, so far. Seems like I don't need it. I don't even need the water-weights I brought).

The so-called nerd or geeky types are better looking than you might think, if you can see past their awkward, shy behavior and their no-style, bland clothes. And many of them would worship the ground a nice looking, hot chick stands on, if only she'd give them something more than the time of day!
Maybe it's just a bimbo idea of mine, but I was going to give it a shot.

Still, I was a bit picky, even under these conditions, the lateness of the hour, where selection might be limited. I saw a couple, chubby ones. I spotted them, and they were certainly looking at me. I gave them a quick smile and looked away.

I had been looking where the chairs are. I neglected to look more in the aisles. Shoulda looked there anyway, the light is softer. Where the reading chairs are, the light is bright.

I looked down a few aisles and, sure enough, there he was. Not fat, five-feet-seven maybe, black, curly hair, had glasses, okay, but not the stereotypical thick, horned type. The glasses were in style, okay. Nice clean long-sleeve shirt, nice slacks, and cute as can be!

He gave me a shy glance, or maybe, had been looking at me, numerous times or continuously. But, in typical manner of that type, when I looked at him, he looked back to the books, in mock return to browsing.

Huh. Funny. Already my heart opened for him. I kinda felt sorry for him too.
Well, I approached him as he pretended not to notice. I would definitely have to be the one to take this, or any, first step. But that's fine! That's the way I like it.

I stepped up real close behind him, not trying to sneak up or anything; my gosh, my heels made a clack sound on the hardwood floor, and it creaked a bit, under my 200 pounds. Maybe he could feel the heat coming off my near naked body. And gosh! Was I horny! I feared my cunt might start trickling moisture down my thighs again.

"Hi there!", I said as sweetly as I could.
The sweety shyly looked up, smiled shyly and replied, "Hi", then looked down.

He was so cute and cuddly. Ooo! I wanted to jam him between my legs and masturbate on him! Man! But I restrained myself from such sexual barbarism... for the moment.

"What are ya studying?", I asked, with a voice perhaps quivering from the process of battling my raging libido.
"Um... Just looking for books about C++ and maybe, CGI, Pearl, things like that".

He already had three big books under one arm, that was taxing his ability to hold them. I offered, "Here...", and I almost said "sweety", but I held that back for the moment, then offered, "I'll hold those for ya!"
"That's alright, I can...", he began saying, but then shuffling a book he had just taken off the shelf with the other three caused him to spill them. I caught the three books and held them. My muscles flexed and easily held them, no problem.
"I'll hold them, sweety", I insisted... oops, I said it; called him "sweety". Oh well.
"Okay", he said, almost like sweetly, "Thank you!".

I stood close behind him. The top of his curly hair was just at my chin. His neck was between the cleavage of my boobs. That's where I wanted him. I easily curled the three big books in one hand so I could look at the titles at least.
I commented, "Wow, these are pretty deep. That's some serious study there!"
"Yeah", he replied shyly, "And expensive too. I've got to decide which one to get. Can only afford one or two..."
"I'll get them for ya!", I blurted out eagerly, then slowed down a bit to continue with, "If you'll... do a favor for me...".
He looked up at me shyly, and smiled with hope, replying, "What?"
"Well, you see, I'm a-travelin', and, like, I'm in that hotel down the road, and, and, I'm alone. I'd love it if you'd spend the night with me!"

Of course, he has probably never received a proposition like that before, especially not from the likes of me.
"Um, Uh, really!? You want me to stay with you!?", he asked, beaming with hope.
"Uh-huh! Um, no sex or nothin'... unless you want it!... I just basically want someone with me in bed. To cuddle with. I'm so lonely".
"But gosh, you could have any man! I'm... I'm..."
"Cute as can be!", I said, completing his sentence for him, "I know what you're talking about; go to some bar or nightclub, and let some loud-mouthed, thinks-he's-god-s-gift-to-women macho bone-head propose to me. No thank you! I came here on purpose, to maybe find someone like you. So, you see? You've been selected!"
"Wow", he breathed, laughing nervously, obviously joyous inside. He stammered out, "I... I'll have ta... I'll have to call Mom and tell her I'll be... spending the night at a friend's house..."
"Sure, sweety", I replied softly, "you may call your Mama from my hotel room!"
"Okay!", he happily agreed.

Aw, a "Mama's boy" at that. Well, "I'll be his 'Mama' tonight", I thought to myself.

By this time, he had relaxed a bit with me, and had fully turned around to face me. He became to fully realize just how big woman a was expressing interest in him. It didn't seem to cause any fear or concern, he just continued being bashful...

Now, among other things, my little diversion here could be construed as a sort of experiment... It is interesting to note, how easy it was for me to get him to come to my room. Here I am, six-feet-eight, well, with the help of heels and hair, but still, six-feet-two in bare feet, 200 pounds, and obviously muscular and strong. I held five books (he chose out two more) easily in one hand. My biceps handled it easily, as it poked out, hard and obvious.

Now what do you think would happen, if a similarly sized man were to just suddenly come up behind a lady of normal height, build and strength, and ask, "Come to my hotel room tonight"? Most women would have to think about that a lot before just going, unless they were drunk or something. But this society has so imbued men with a feeling of "harmlessness" connected with any woman, that this cute guy, obviously not a physical giant, would just hop and skip along side a huge, hulking, horny woman to her hotel room. Wow.

And I was horny! Gees! Sure enough, as I stayed behind him while he made a final decision on his set of books, my cunt was smacking her lips and drooling. A trickle of secretion was making its way down one of my inner-thighs, and I felt more beginning. With no one else close by, and under the low lights, I wiped the trickle with my hand and pretended to scratch an itch on my side, using my tank-top material to blotter it up. What I really wanted to do is wipe and rub my entire crotch over his scrunchable, cute body until I blasted. OOOO! That woulda hit the spot! Mmmm!

Well, he made his decision on the books, and I carried them for him, to the counter area and paid for them.
At that time, I had to squeeze my big physique, and reluctantly I would vigorously add, into a car, his car, as that is how he came and would, therefore, have to be the way to get to the hotel. On the way there, I finally introduced myself to him as Genie (gees, wait that long to even know each other's names), and he introduced himself as... Hmm, I'll change his name... some guy-readers may not dig the way he's portrayed, don't want to associate any particular name to... Oh, what if I just say he's Bill. Yeah, that's so common a name, almost general... So anyway, he introduced himself to me as Bill.

Upon arriving, I just told him to park anywhere among the hotel's parking area. Unknown to the hotel, I had come on a carpet, so they owe me a parking space...
Hmm, and at that time I thought of something. During registration for the room, they take down some information on your car, including license-plate number. That's in case they tow some away, they check against their guest's list; you get the picture...
I generally just give my Father's car's info. After he drove us there, under the pretense that I filled out the wrong information, I asked the lady at the desk, the same one who complimented me earlier, for my registration paper. I then put down his car's license-plate number, make and model. That took care of that little annoyance. By the way, I had him wait outside, toward the rear. I then let him in through a rear door. He did ask, "What of your car? Won't it be towed?"
"Um... uh... I came in a, um, courtesy bus... from the airport. Yeah. So, I don't have a car".
I know, I know, not to well done an explanation. But, the boy, Bill, had me on his mind. I don't think he noticed the feebleness of the explanation.

The stairs were next to the rear door. When I began bounding up the stairs carrying the bags with his five books, he asked, "We're not using the elevator?"
"Nah! Use stairs, sweety! It's good for ya!"

I had to slow down a bit for him, since normally, I bound two or three stairs at a time. He seemed a bit winded by the time we got to the eighth floor. Poor guy; folks just gotta get a little better exercise. That's not right, to be so dependant on mechanical conveyances... though I say that, I own a wonderful flying carpet, far better than any car. But, you know, whenever one gets the chance, one should try to integrate exercise into their regular doings.

Well, I got him to my room. I took off my forearm "decorations", both the decoration-only on my right forearm, and the dagger-disguised-as-decoration from my left forearm. I put them away. NO need for those.
Still, however, with just me, barehanded, he was cooked now! No, not really... well maybe...

Using the room's telephone, he made his call to his Mommy. He said he was at a friend's house; that could be considered a lie, but technically, it isn't... He is with a friend, he just didn't say which one. An old friend, that is, probably, one of his buddies, or, a newly-met friend... a boy-friend, a girl friend? Again, it's open. Well, so much for that.

My cunt was trickling secretions that were running down my inner thighs, so I quickly stepped into the wash-room to pretend to blow my nose. I do not need to repeat, what I really was doing! Sheesh, like, "hold on, missy!" was my thoughts to that raging beast between my legs.

Using tremendous will-power, I gently guided him by his shoulders to sit on the edge of the bed. I sat beside him, and asked, "Well, sugar, um...", and then I was kinda at a loss for words myself, since the only thing I could think of was throwing him between my legs and using him as a masturbation rag. I put my arm around him. I was surprised how small he looked next to my biceps; strange... Well, anyway, so I put my arm around him and asked, "Well, it's pretty late, what do you want to do?"
Cutely, and nervously, he replied, "I... don't know... I've never been, uh, with a girl like, or, I should say, a woman... lady, like you!".

"Woman" may be technically accurate, but, I sorta looked around the room to see if a "lady" had suddenly walked in. I always thought "lady" meant a civilized, refined woman... Uh, well, anyway...
So I gently replied, "We could always cuddle!"
"Okay!", he replied softly.

I drew him close with my arm. He felt light, and almost frail; for some reason, more frail than Peach or Indira. Those two gals were aggressive, anyway. Recall in both cases, it was one of them that came to me, not me to them, in starting our situations together. Peach especially, was aggressive. I mean, she knew what she was doing from the start. She knew how to fist! Wow! Recall that I sorta had to show Indira how to fist. And both those gals seemed to be fit. Peach probably works out. Indira was just raised tough.

The shy boy in my muscular arm seemed to be a well-sheltered, "Mamma's boy", probably delicate, not well honed. I felt I had to be more careful with him than I was with Peach, or even, Indira. He was so dam sweet! Mmmm! And that beast-cunt of mine wanted eat him alive!

Between my legs was getting wet again. Because my legs were drawn together, cunt juice was beginning to pool. I was about to excuse myself to the washroom again, when, in a move of his indicating he was finally relaxing, he placed his hand on my thigh. Mmmm! Felt so cute! His hand looked small. My cunt really started juicing up then.

I stayed put, and let him explore with his hand. Maybe I was moaning, I don't remember. I certainly was panting, at least a little. My eyes were beginning to blur. His hand was making its way dangerously close to my cunt. My skirt was up pretty far due to the sitting position. All he would have to do, is lean forward a bit and he could see my "pleasure equipment". Certainly his hand to go there.

Hah! Maybe most women would, at that point, stop his roving hand. But I let him have at it. I certainly had nothing to fear.

"Gosh, you're so strong!", he commented softly, "Man! Golly! A real amazon!"
He looked up at me with wide, brown eyes, and then offered, "Make me stop if I... do something you're uncomfortable with...".
"You're... okay!", I replied.

Many of the rules that society expects men to follow regarding women, is based on the fact, that usually, the man is bigger and stronger than the woman. I believe one thing this sweet boy was getting the feel for, is that those rules were unnecessary. Just general courtesy sufficed. He essentially asked my permission, and I gave it to him. So his hand, and eyes, continued their exploration of my muscular physique. He seemed particularly interested in what was under that scant piece of clothing I did have on, my micro-skirt. All those hundreds of square-inches of me exposed for his pleasure, and his hand went to the one place, just a few square-inches, that had some thin cloth over it.

He lifted the edge of my micro-skirt. His hand felt around there, my inner thigh closest to him, and next to my throbbing cunt, but avoided the pool of cunt secretions. But his fingers picked some up anyway...
Wiping his fingers on his pants, he asked, "What's that? Do you need... to use the bathroom?"
I hugged him tight and replied, as sweetly as I could, "That's not pee, you cute little chuckle-head, that's... well, that's my cunt drooling... like your... dick... like, haven't you ever gotten aroused, and your dick starts leakin' stuff?"
Nervously chuckling, he replied, "Yeah... yes, but... do you... think I'm sexy?"

Maybe not sexy like one of those tall, slender types of guys that weight-lift, who I like so much, but, sexy in a cute way...
I replied, "Yeah, sweety! You're so cute!"
Shyly, slowly he asked, "Are you... aroused? Gosh, you're so strong! You won't rape me, will you?"

Oh man! The million-dollar-question! Exactly what the internal struggle with myself was centered on at the moment!
My tits and my cunt were screaming at me, "RAPE HIM! RAPE HIM!", my ego was gettin' fatter and fatter eating up the admiration he had for me, so that wasn't helping or hindering. That left the good-me alone to fight those two bitches... or, three, yeah... two tits and one cunt. Shit! Three against one! Actually my arms also wanted to rape him.

I felt the sugar pull away from me a bit. Uh-Uh! I didn't want that. My arm's muscles eagerly flexed just a bit, and kept him tight against me. He was so cuddly in his long-sleeved shirt, and felt so vulnerable.

"Wow", he breathed, and maybe a tad nervous, "You hug... tight!"
I lightened my arm's hold on him and replied, "Let me know if I hug too tight. It's just that you're so darn cute! Mmmm!"

He kinda kept his hand away from my inner thigh, but he continued feeling up my thigh, on the outer side.
"Do you... want some tissues, for that?", he nervously asked.
"Uh, yeah, I could use that, excuse me...", and then I got up, with profuse secretions running down my thighs.

I returned from the washroom and suggested, "Cute rascal, since you seem intent on exploring under my skirt, why don't I just take all this off?"
He smiled big and eagerly replied, "Yeah, take them off!"

And I did. Didn't take long. Only a brief tank-top and a teensy micro-skirt, they were off in seconds. I still had on my heels, the whole time to that point; and I kept them on. But I was naked, otherwise.

Upon completing the strip, I stretched and did a muscle-pose. I was really stretching, trying to get the tensions out. My slobbering cunt dribbled more juice down my inner thighs.

"WOW!", he exclaimed, "So AWESOME! Darn! I shoulda brought a camera!"
Chuckling, I replied, "Oh, we'll do some runnin' around tomorrow. We'll get one of those one-use cameras and, I'll do some nice poses for ya!"
"WOW! Thanks!"

I started pacing, waving my hips around and stuff, acting sexy and in-heat and all. I huffed out, "Well, for now, what are we going to do about this? I'm goin' nuts here! Just a hint, a suggestion; I do have some condoms... just thought you might like to know!"
"You wanna... have sex? My Mamma, she might... not approve."
"How old are ya?", I asked.
"Twenty-two".
"Well shit, I mean, shoot, that's old enough to make your own decision".
I was going nuts. I did another muscle-pose, with arms up, balling biceps. I thrust my pelvis a few times in mock-humping.
"I'll not beat around the bush! I wanna FUCK! It's up to you!"
"You said, no sex, just cuddle...".
"But you're so dam cute!"
"If I don't... have sex with you, will you rape me?"
"Nah! But, what am I gonna do... maybe exercise... Yes! I brought portable water-weights. I'll just do some vigorous exercise, and then I'll be tired, and we'll go to bed, snuggle a while, and sleep. Then we'll go around places tomorrow. How 'bout that? This is a beautiful area. I love to hike!"
"Okay", he agreed, "Yeah, I'll bet you do like to hike and other outdoors stuff. You're so strong and fit! You seem very outdoorsy!"

I got him to help me fill up my water-weights. He filled the smaller ones. He had a hard time handling the bigger ones.

I was just messin' around. I was going nuts with libido...
I did curls after loading the dumbbell bar with weights usually used for the leg-extensions. Of course my biceps bulged like the hell while doing the curls. Standing, I did, and do, curls with one hand, taking turns with each arm. That keeps them balanced. Don't want one arm bigger than the other! My muscles were all revved up. I tore threw the curls, lifting the dumbbell like it was nothing, doing twenty reps per arm.

"How heavy is that? It looks huge!", cutie asked.
"Let's see", I huffed, as I held the weight up to read the pounds-number, "If filled properly, they are fifty pounds, each plate. So with two of them, that's 100 pounds, and the bar is about ten. Oh, about 110 pounds".
"Wow, that's almost as heavy as I am!", he remarked, "I'm about one-hundred-thirty... uh, almost 140 pounds."
"Mmm, come here then, maybe I'll just lift you! Ninety to a-hundred pounds is my 'work-out' weight, but I can blast with 150 pounds for maybe two or three reps".
He didn't come, but I meant it. I motioned with my finger, repeating, "Come here!"
"Really, you want to lift me?"
"Yeah! Just for kicks. You'll make a cute barbell!". I used the word "barbell" instead of "dumbbell" for obvious reasons.
"But, how will you hold me? I don't... have a handle..."
"Sit on my big hand like a bicycle seat. I lift you with that, while steadying you by holding on to your arm with my other hand. Then, I switch arms..."
"Okay", he said, and hesitantly, came to me.

Indeed, I took him on my hand. It took some tries, but, I got his cute little rear centered on my hand just right.
I held his delicate feeling arm gently with my other hand to steady him, and announced, "Here we go!"

Like some kind of human chair-lift, I lifted him on up, literally doing a curl with him sitting on my hand. He wasn't as heavy as I expected. He almost said one-hundred-thirty-something, then changed to 140; I think he's closer to 130. I did eight reps with him as a weight. I coulda done a couple more, but my arms gets a bit wobbly for the last two, endangering him of a fall.
While lifting him, he expressed, "Wow! It's like a carnival ride! Wow! Man!"

I invited him off that hand, and I did likewise with the other for another eight reps. He actually seemed to enjoy it for the simple pleasure of the ride, in addition to the "sexy-novelty" of it; that is, being used as a weight by a powerful amazon.

He actually wanted more!
"Let my girls rest a minute, cutie!", I chuckled, speaking of my biceps.
I held my arm up, and flexed it. That biceps, she did want more.

"Hey, look at this", I invited him...

I took out the tape-measure and measured my biceps for him to see. It even surprised me; eighteen-and-a-half inches.
My fat ego got even fatter eating his "Wow!" and "Oooo!" and the like.

Well, so I did give him another pair of "rides", six reps each that time.
After setting him down, I stretched into a muscle-pose. Gosh I wanted to fuck! And he didn't help!

The cutie came up to me, right to my heaving bosom, and, gazing at my tits, commented, "Gosh! They're big! Then he reached up and diddled one, and with his other hand, pinched the other.
OOHHH! I just couldn't stand it any longer. I wrapped my arms around him, held him, turned him to the side a bit, raised one of my legs to help my cunt access his side, and rubbed my starving cunt up and down over his hips. AWWW! Oooo! Did that ever hit the spot!

He might have been pushing at me to get away, or just trying to hug me. His arms went around my waist. He felt so frail. I held him under me a bit, continuing to rub my cunt on his pants, about his hip.

"You're gettin' them wet, Genie!"
"Take 'em off!", I huffed.

Perhaps willingly or out of fear, he fumbled for his belt. I "helped" him pull down pants and a cute little brief. And the rascal did have somewhat of a hard-on.
"My Mom wouldn't approve...", he began from under me, as I pushed him onto the bed.
I assured, "I'll respect your Mom and you, but, I gotta blast! It'll take just a few seconds!..."

I threw him on his side on the bed, and got over him, straddling him. I lowered my dripping cunt over the bony projection of his hip, and let my cunt feast. I dragged my crotch up and down his side, humping, huffing and blowing. The bed creaked and grated from my humping. He was helpless under me. Oooo! Man! And that hit the spot! I blasted with my usual guttural, primeval screams and screeches, and cummed a bunch of wet stuff on him, one of the bigger that I have seen. Cum soaked his side and dribbled over him and onto the bed.
That orgasm tore threw me and nearly blew my head off. Gol-dang, that felt good! Mmmm!

After the worst orgasmic fury, I continued to sit on him, humping out all the pleasure out of my orgasm. He lay there quietly, holding himself in that position, as if cooperating with me. I had done it now! Either he was going to accept this or be mad and possibly, want to go home. Maybe even, he might report me. I quickly processed the thought that maybe, I'd better fly off... from the roof-top, after he leaves.

Well, it was apparently okay. I finally got off him. I nervously offered, "I'll... I'll help wipe you off..."
"Wow!", he commented, "Was that a rape? Like, you don't have a dick, so there's nothing to penetrate, but, had you been a man, and me a woman..."
"Yes", I agreed sheepishly, "That would have been a rape. Actually, you did have a hard-on, I coulda forced it in. But I didn't. I suppose a man-version of what I did would have been to fuck on the outside somehow, in the crotch or in the panties or something, to avoid actual penetration... I've never heard of it, but, whatever..."
"Thank you, mighty amazon!", he said, "and if... you need to do it again, um... go ahead!"
Smiling, and relieved, and while wiping my cum off his hip, butt and front, I replied, "Thank you!"

Well, I messed up another hotel's bed with my cum. I guess that happens to hotels more than you think.
I wiped it all up as much as I could. By now, it was almost two in the morning, and I was tired. With a good blast of an orgasm out of me, I was finally able to relax.

We both began to take a shower. I invited him, go first. But then he remembered, "I... don't have any pajamas"
I almost laughed out loud. I said, "Sweety, sleep naked. I am! We'll be under covers anyway, or at least, you will be. I don't generally need them".
"You mean, you'll sleep naked, without any blankets?"
"Sure!"
"Gosh! So strong and tough! Man! Genie! You're really something else!"
"That's for sure!", I laughed, "But, a good something-else, or a bad something-else?"
"Oh, good, of course! And exciting!", he replied with enthusiasm.
"Okay then! Now we're getting somewhere. Now go take your bath and come out naked. I'll be naked the whole night, so you'll have company".

Reluctantly but agreeably, he did so.
When he came out, he had one of these postures, you know, caused by bashfulness, where it's kinda hunched over...
You know, if only people that do that knew, they would never assume that posture again. It makes it look worse! Whatever one is ashamed of, for Pete's sake, don't hunch over!!! It just amplifies whatever the perceived defect is, or, if there isn't one, as in Bill's case, it creates a defect, for Pete's sake! DON'T!

I marched over to Bill and told him, "Now look here, push that in...", I pushed the hump out of his back, "This up", (his head), "This out", (his chest), "and this", (his tummy), "is... pretty much okay on you! You're lucky. Just firm it up a little. Now stand a little more spread-legged. There! That's better! Now remember it!"
"Yes ma'am!", he chuckled.
"Do you work out? You know, exercise?"
"No"
"Then do so! You got a cute body. And you can make it more by exercising and weight-lifting. You don't gotta train like you're in the Olympics, and don't worry about not bein' able to lift a lot. Just go for improvement, and you'll really have it down!"
"Yes ma'am", he delightfully replied again, then added (curiously to me), "Are you a coach? Or, a lady Marine?"

I gotta say, those set me to chuckling several seconds, before I finally answered, "No, but maybe... I should be one of those!"

I turned to take a bath. Then I suggested, "Say, why don't you start a bit of exercise now, and do some sit-ups! Just a few. Lock your feet under the bed-frame and do them while I take a shower".
"Yes ma'am, Sargent Genie!"
I chuckled again as I turned to take my shower.

I had no way of knowing if he really did them or not, but, after I came out, he was kinda favoring his tummy. He said his tummy felt funny, and kept pulling itself sometimes; spasms, yes, I know those. They happen after someone has done their first batch of sit-ups. That means the muscles have been activated. Now if he'll just keep that up, he'll have an even sexier tummy.

Well we finally went to bed together. I had my warm, cuddly companion at last. He snuggled next to me and pulled a blanket over himself. His head of black, curly hair lay kinda over my axilla as I had my arm around him. I just laid there without covers and spread my legs. My cunt was getting hungry again but, I was too tired to respond. Besides, that bitch can just wait! Gees!
Anyway, we slept well.

Light coming through the window is what woke me up. We had changed positions through the night and morning of course, but he had stayed close.
First, my fingers played with his curly, black locks, then later, I turned onto my side, and drew him into my bosom. I hugged him with my upper leg, kind of laying it over him, as well as drew him into my arms.

That woke him up. He began to change position to cuddle up to me. But then he went, "Ow, my stomach, it's all sore..."
"Ah-hah! You're sit-ups!", I reminded, "They have had effect! That's a good beginning. Now, over the next few days, you'll hardly be able to do even one sit-up. But try to, and as the soreness subsides, get your count up as soon as possible. And man, you'll have one sexy tummy! It's sexy now, but it's obviously not up to potential".

I helped him change position, and got him back with his head over my axilla, with my arm around him. I continued my coach-like advise, "Also, do push-ups, as many as you can. Again, not training for Olympics, but going for improvement. And do curls with your books. Later, you'll get stronger. Then go to a sports store and get a dumbbell and a few weights. You're already sexy! All this will make you sexier! I wanna see an improved Bill when I come again!".
"You'll come again?".
"Sure!", I assured, "Before I go, let me give you my email, I get yours, physical addresses, telephone and stuff. And I will be back, possibly in a few weeks, and after that, maybe I'll come like, every few months. We'll see!"
"Wow! Genie! That'll be great!", he responded, very happily, and added, "And I'll do those exercises, like you said, just for you!"
"And for you! They're good for ya!"
"Okay!"
"Another thing, if you could, use a bicycle to get about. That would really sex you up!"
"Oh, I would, and this area around here is fine, but from where I live, I have to go past where there's these dogs..."
"Aw, those god-dammed, good-for-nothing, no-account pieces of absolute useless garbage! DAM THEM ALL! I HATE those mother-fuckers! I'd like to kill them all and the shit-heads that raise them! I'd..."
Bill interrupted my "cussalogue" saying, "Wow! Genie! No dog-lover here!"
"That's for sure! Small ones are okay, but those big monster pieces of crap that so many Americans go for in the country, especially in the south, or anywhere in the rural areas, are the bane of anyone trying to improve the environment or just trying to get some outdoors fun! They aught to be taken out and shot, them and their owners!!!"

Then, as well, Redmoose cut in with, "Genie, we have noted that you do not have any love lost for dogs. A few times you have made very un-loving references to them. It is a generally accepted feeling among Indians, that long ago, the dog requested of The Creator, that dog be allowed to assist man in the struggle for survival, to be man's nose, man's ears, to help hunt and warn of attack upon the village..."
"But dogs are annoying, sometimes menacing, worthless pieces of crap! They serve no useful purpose except to annoy and endanger! They..."
Redmoose interrupted me advising, "Genie, you must keep in mind, that as with everything else, the mechanized, soulless culture of the military-industrial-complex and its discounting of anything spiritual, has misused the dog as it has misused or overused everything else. The problems you bring up are the result of processing the basic dog, through breeding, to various neurotic and violent forms. Neurotic; that's the annoying, bark-at-everything-type, and of course, violent, is self-explanatory. Far too large of types of dogs are cooped up in apartments or houses with tiny yards so that they go 'stir-crazy'. They..."
I butted in with, "But the ones in the country, like in West Virginia, have plenty of acres to run around on. Yet, let anyone dare come too near their property, and those pieces of shit will tear 'em apart twelve ways to Sunday!"
"That's a bit touchy to explain to you. Essentially, that's brother dog's job, to warn and protect the village. Mostly to warn, and then the warriors protect, while brother dog distracts and annoys the enemy. But those neurotic, violent types of dog overdo it. It is because those people insist on keeping those types of dog that have been modified from the original. It's like processing beneficial plant chemistry, like that found in Grandfather Peyote that is used by Shaman to assist in going into spirit, into intense, modified forms, like crack, which is dangerous and of no use to the Shaman".
White Dove interrupted Redmoose saying, "I detect... dog-energy and Genie's energy are incompatible... I detect, that Genie's soul... is not habitual in incarnations upon this planet. There is another planet her soul calls home... I keep encountering this with increasing frequency. Souls like Genie, have been incarnating for thousands of years upon another planet. Now she has incarnated here, and finds herself, and her talent, in a strange, new environment. Many things are the same as the other planet. But many things, particularly perhaps, the war-like or violence-oriented nature of the Earth soul, are most discordant with the type of soul which Genie is..."

White Dove directly addressed me, saying, "Genie, you must keep in mind an additional fact to what Red Moose just told you. It is becoming increasingly evident, that The Star People in part put us here, at least, our physical type, for our souls to condense into physical with. As such, we are not quite adapted to this planet. It is similar to the Europeans bringing their crops to this continent and expecting them to grow. They had to, and still must, watch over the crops, using fertilizers, insect poisons, and other forms of assistance for them to grow. It is because they are not quite adapted to this land that they need constant assistance. The same thing with us. We needed assistance. Brother dog offered to assist after The Star People introduced us to this planet.
There is a native Earth human, that which is referred to as 'Big Foot'. And, they are human, completely sentient. The difference is, they are completely adapted to this planet. They do not need houses, they do not need cars. They can eat meat raw. They can eat leaves, grass, roots and small twigs without the need to cook. They can drink form any pond, stream, or even mud puddle. Can you? We must cook things, stay in shelters. I feel that... the planet you normally incarnate upon... the physical form you use is fully adapted to that planet. You had no need of an assistant animal. So, your soul is completely unfamiliar with the concept of a relationship with an animal. I'm sure your people, that is, the physical forms of that other planet, respect animals, but, animals are animals, and humans are humans.
And then, lastly, is the, quite frankly and admittedly, unusually violent nature of this planet. It is one of the most rowdy soul-schools in... perhaps this local area of galaxies... if you can call that local!"

Huh, huh, huh. The above, that's a thinker! Being an avid listener of Coast To Coast AM and of Jeff Rense (I'll link him here), I am familiar with all that above.
And indeed, White Dove already put out some telling things about me... my soul... usually incarnates on another planet, eh? Hmmmmm...
That could explain a lot.

I apologized about my bad attitude toward dogs with, "Sorry about my lamb-basting of dogs, I forgot, Indians maybe regard them with some kind of... respect..."
"Apologies not necessary", Redmoose assured, "I was merely pointing out the long history of the normal relationship to brother dog that humans have had. Oh, rest assured, I know what you mean! We Indians have many times been the target of the neurotic and violent form of distorted dog that, shall we say, 'hounds' you! Many times they have been used on us whenever there were peaceful demonstrations or marches."
"You mean, like, German shephards and rotweillers?"
"Those are good examples of 'crackized' or heroinized' dogs. However, they too have souls. With patient and proper up-bringing, and with ample space to live on, they can be made to calm their overly neurotic and violent behavior, and be acceptable members of society.
Heh, heh, heh! I see you shaking your head..."

Indeed I was. That's one I just could not swallow. I suggested, "Perhaps they could be trained. But wouldn't it just be easier to slowly eliminate that breed of dog? And return the dog to that which you describe, uh, 'brother' dog?"
"That would be ideal, that is, allowing the well-behaved ones to live out a normal life while seeing to it, no more are bred. But, that's not going to happen. The military-industrial-complex culture creates the desire of a 'commando companion', especially in those who feel inadequate inside. They are not going away, anytime soon".
"Excuse the 'French'", I warned, "but SHIT!".

Redmoose had a good chuckle. White Dove kindly concluded, "Just keep in mind, that you are possibly 'new' here, going through your first, or perhaps one of your first few incarnations on this planet. Perhaps approach this as a... culture-shock problem".
"Okay, okay", I finally agreed, still kind of lost in thought.

And I found their assessment of "Big Foot" interesting, "So, you think Big Foot is human?"
"Yes, completely", White Dove replied.
"Why is it so hard to prove they exist?", I asked.
"You have commented profusely about all that endless wilderness you flew over", began White Dove, "When the police or FBI tries to find a criminal, someone who murdered, they have a pretty hard time finding him, don't they? Sometimes it takes months, years, sometimes never! Now, if a human, with a Social Security number, a driver's license number, a birth certificate and other numbers, and who needs shelter and processed or cooked food, can elude police for so many years... and that's with all police, all FBI, using all their high-tech means to find him, then don't you think that Big Foot, who does NOT have all those ID-numbers, does not need shelter, does not need to go to a grocery store, and who can disappear into the millions of square miles of wilderness, some yet unexplored, don't you think Big Foot can elude the disorganized amateurs that try to find them? There is no big, organized search for Big Foot. Just amateur photographers, nature audio recorders, and other amateurs with time on their hands, and some who are regarded as nutty. I think the Big Foot race will elude us for quite some time to come!"
"I have seen Big Foot myself", Red Moose added, "If you don't try to kill him, take his land, disrupt his life, they can even become friends".
"Huh!", I uttered, completely absorbed.

I added, "This business about Big Foot being able to eat anything, and humans can't, and me being not of this Earth... do you remember how Indira, in the spirit, helped me out with that stuff about the cactus? I wouldn't of known..."
"Yes, that was interesting!", replied White Dove, "Perhaps, in waking life, Indira would not have known anything about the cactus. But her past lives probably include many incarnations on this continent, perhaps even as an Indian, I mean, American Indian. In her complete soul memory, lay the knowledge about the cactus that she related to you. Only in an out-of-body state, could she inform you".
"And your journey into the wilderness, reaching near starvation as you did, and experiencing some spiritual manifestation", added Red Moose, "Is not unlike certain forms of spirit journeying that some Indians did, and still do sometimes. And that approach to the cactus, that well known survival technique is even taught to soldiers for survival, if they find themselves stranded. You have never been in the Army?"

Redmoose is now the second one to ask that. I replied, "No. And I never was told about the cactus or any other thing about survival. I'm strictly a grocery-store-going, restaurant-using broad".
We all chuckled, and then Redmoose concluded, "It is obvious you were informed of that cactus through the spirit. You are indeed, on a sort of spirit journey yourself!"
White Dove agreed, and I was lost in thought.

After a few seconds, White Dove reminded me, "Well, we're still waiting to hear what became of that cute boy! And did he accept your exercise advice? You were asking him if he could use a bicycle, and he said he is bothered by dogs. That led us on our little detour. But, what happened?"

Okay, yes indeed. Well, so, continuing...

So, let's see... Oh yes! So Bill commented on my rampage against dogs. I then suggested to him, "Maybe, when I leave, I'll just give you enough money to get your own real nice exercise set, including the leg-lift components. I'll leave you with 500 dollars, that should be enough for a good, complete workout center, without a lot of extras that most folks don't use. I won't be able to shop with ya, I got to go, you know, continue my trip, but I can suggest brands and I'll leave ya the money!"
"Wow!", Bill interrupted, "You would do that for me? But, we've just met, and you..."
"I guess I'm just a big softy when it comes to you. You're just so cute... looks like need to be cared for; I want ya healthy... so you can take my sexual pounding and demands!"
"Yeah!", he agreed, chuckling.

My bitchy mind thought of something, and I segued into suggesting, "And I got a demand... or a wish, for a nice thing, a sex-thing, you could do for me..."
"Wow, Genie, what is it?"
"Knowing your Mom, seems like she doesn't want you... fuckin' with... anybody... although I think you could do it... oh well. Well anyway, you can use your fist to give me a really great sexual treat!"
"My fist?", he asked, intrigued.
"Let me show ya...", and then I held his hand up with mine, and helped him make a "fisting-fist", "Put your thumb under these smaller fingers like this, and tuck these two fingers kinda under your thumb, like this... That's to sheathe all your nails. Now, if you shove this thing up my hole, it'll be like a huge dick, and it really feels good to me! Oooo! I get horny just thinkin' about it!"
"Would I shove it in and out, like a dick?"
"Yeah! Exactly! Like you're humpin' me! Now, when I blast, there'll be a lot of liquid stuff come out. That's not pee, it's cum. Kinda like when you jack. So, it'll get messy, but it means you took me to a great height of ecstasy! Maybe I shouldn't even be showing you this..."
"Why?", he asked so sweetly and innocently.
"Because, with this, you can control me! My big amazon muscles become yours! By offering your fist to my mound, or withholding it, you quite probably could control me! All these 200 pounds of amazon muscles would become your muscles!"
"Gosh, Genie!", he commented, really intrigued.

I gave him a tight squeeze, chuckling.
Gosh! He sure isn't like those two ladies I related with, you know, Peach and Indira. Well Peach, I didn't even have to teach her. And as soon as Indira knew of it, she was game! But this shy, timid boy; I have to urge him into everything.

After several seconds, I squeezed him a bit, and suggested, "Hey, how 'bout it? My cunt is drooling for it! Do that for me, then, let's hike somewhere! We'll get a camera, and you can take nude pictures of me! What do ya say?"
"Wow! Man! Well, okay, but I'll have to call Mamma and tell her I'll not..."
Ooo! If I hear "mamma" one more time, I'll scream. I interrupted saying, "You call her and tell her anything. Not a problem. Now, let's get going. I need to go by... hmm...".

I looked at a clock; it was already ten-thirty.
"Well... gees, I'm already late. Okay, okay, forget the fistin'. Do you know of a good place to hike? Somewhere where there won't be people..."
"I do know, but, I don't know if I can get you back in time to catch your plane..."
"Plane? I don't have to catch a plane"
"But, you said you don't have a car, because you came on a courtesy bus from the airport".

DAMMIT! I keep forgetting my own lies!
I stammered out, "Uh, uh, yeah, um... I thought you said, train, um, bad hearing, you know, too much loud rock-music! Yes, yes, I do have to catch a plane. But... it isn't until the evening. The reason I say we have to hurry, is, well... um, just don't want to waste time. I want to take a hike with a cutie like you in this beautiful area before I have to go. So, we need to get going so that I will have plenty of time to get to the airport".
"Oh, okay. Well, okay then. Can we eat first? I'm hungry!"
"Of course! So am I...", I replied, then said in a low voice, "in more ways than one!", then I continued with "Let's go!"

Because I knew I would not get back in time, I went ahead and paid for a second night in the hotel.
Man. I fling money around freely, don't I! Result of the sumptuous income provided by my bumping and grinding, and swinging around a pole like some monkey in heat in front of salivating men. My goodness. If this sweet-boy's Mom did know what her son was with, she'd melt into a puddle!

Since there was no other, Bill dressed in his clothes from the day before. Not a problem. His clothes have no sweat, just light sugar deposits. I of course put on my micro-skirt and tank-top, and wore an older pair of somewhat scuffed up three inch heels. Yeah, I hike in them. I'm used to it. I might go barefooted later, once on the trails.

We got our share of stares in the restaurant. I think my sweet boy was embarrassed, yet proud at the same time to be accompanied by this tall, sultry bitch. Everywhere we went, we got the double-takes.

Bill drove us around to an area east of Boise, and up into some mountains. It was a weekend day, and thus a bit hard to find places not choked with people. But this was a little-known area that he knew of that he said he goes to a lot for short strolls and contemplation.

I asked him what he contemplates about. He indicated nothing deeply philosophical or anything; he comes out here to help think about difficult programming problems.

Beautiful country indeed! Man, this part of the world is gorgeous!
I kept leaving him behind. He had on walking shoes, but me in my stiletto heels was leaving him behind. He stumbled more than me. I advised him, "Walk more on the balls of your feet".
"My calves get tired", he replied.
"It'll work out your calves. Just do it a little while".

It did not take much to leave what few people there were at this particular park or national forest, whatever it was. That's always the case. Close to where the cars park, are where the people are. Over ninety percent stay right there. If one walks, not much more than a mile, they are left behind. Indeed, we had not seen anybody for a long time. But my sweety was tiring.

"Let's rest, Genie, my feet hurt!"
I drew him into my breasts and hugged him, saying, "Oh, sweety, this is what I mean! You should get into better shape. I'm just warming up. I don't have much time... Hey! How 'bout this: I'll carry ya!"
"Oh you don't have to...", he began.
"No problem! You're almost light! Here, we do it, now!"

I scooped the cutie in my arms and cradled him in my arms, holding him close.
"Wow! Gosh! Be careful, Genie!", he exclaimed, holding on to me tight. Mmmm! So sweet! My cunt burned and ached.
"Now, you just relax, and let Genie take you from here!"

With no one else around to make him feel embarrassed, he seemed to enjoy it! I carried him up, and we passed through some might fine vistas. But my cunt was burning up! Secretions were trickling down my thighs.

I may have carried him over a mile. We really were in an isolated area at that point.

I set him down. I lifted my micro-skirt and pointed out to him, "Look at this mess! Can you please help me? I'm giving you 500 dollars, I'm buying meals for ya, can you fist me?"
"Wow, Genie! All that wetness is because you're horny?"
"Mmmmm!", I groaned in a quivering voice.
"But, when you... put out all that... stuff..."
I replied, "I have napkins in the knapsack I'm carrying with our picnic snack. After I spill my cum, you can wipe your hands off with that".
"But, what about the... cum, that falls on the ground... Oh, okay..."
I squeezed him, and chuckling, but in a voice showing stress I begged, "Quit stalling!"

I showed him the special fist. I got on my knees and rest upon my arms, over a rock. I was also overlooking a beautiful vista across a valley. He knelt down by my big butt like I directed him, and he readied his fist. With his other hand, holding on to a bundle of sinews of my butt, he steadied himself. He hesitated a bit, but at last I felt the welcome feeling of penetration by something big. OOHHHH! Man! When he initially shoved his fist in, liquid poured out.
"Golly, Genie, looks like you're peeing".
"That ain't pee, sweety! That's prefuck nectar. Now shove it deep, and slow... OOO! MMMM! That's it!..."

It didn't take long before the ecstasy welled up, and filled me with... I swear, it feels like heavenly love! I feel wrapped in a blanket of love and warmth when it hits. It's... it's... indescribable. It's so powerful, I just scream and screech like something gone crazy without even knowing it. For a few seconds, I can't see, and can't hear. I'm rocketed on a plume of love and warmth. Mmmm! How can something so wonderful be considered wicked by so many people and organizations!?!? It blows my mind!!!

Anyway, I began to regain my ability to see and hear, as the orgasm's peak subsided. OOHHH GOSH it feels so super good!!!

"Gosh, Genie, your screams are echoing off the mountains way over there! Man! Look at the mess!"
"Don't pull it out yet", I begged, huffing, "I'll tell ya when, whew! OH MAN, that felt good! Just keep shoving your fist in and out for a few seconds. Please!"
"Okay, big, wonderful Genie! No problem!", he delightfully agreed, then added, "Just that, my arm's a bit tired. But, yes, I need to get that into shape too!"
"Yeah!", I huffed, "That's what I meant before, when I said the sexual pounding and demands I'd make on you".

After eking out all the pleasure of that orgasm, I told him to relax his hand while still in my cave, and slowly pull it out. He used up just about all our napkins wiping his arm clean. I had only one napkin to wipe off my inner thighs and crotch area. I had spilled a lot of cum indeed, on the ground.

"Wow, Genie!", he chuckled, "You think anybody will see this?"
"Nah! Nobody here. It'll be gone before anybody comes".

We strolled a bit, found a shady spot, and sat to eat the picnic lunch. I sat on the ground, my back against a tree, with my legs spread. Of course my skirt rode up and all of my pleasure-dome was exposed. Let Bill enjoy it! Which, he did. He sat on a rock, just across from me. I was so gratified, and I just sat and relaxed. Mmmm, a good fuck does me good! So relaxing...

Bill roused me; I apparently fell asleep.
"Wow, Genie! So tough! You've been sleeping fifteen minutes. I wake you only because I want to let you know, it's three-thirty, in case you have to go".
"Mmm, thanks, sweety", I lazily said, "There's no hurry at this point."
"Say... Genie", he hesitantly began, "May I take a picture... of you, just like this?"
"You mean, across from me, with all my vulvatic wonders staring out at ya? Sure, go ahead! That's part of what we came out here for!"
"Gosh, Genie! You're such a great sport! Most girls would be yelling their heads off at me by now. But you..."
"That's just their problem, they're girls. Oh, over eighteen perhaps, but, they're girls. I'm a real woman! Now go ahead! Knock yourself out!"

I sat there, with my legs spread, relaxing and enjoying the scenery, while he clicked away a number of pictures, some quite close. I giggled at his scurrying around.

Then I thought of something, and, funny, he hadn't noticed in all this time...
"Hey sweety, picture this...", I said as I lifted my arm to sweep my hair edges from my ears. He snapped a couple pictures of my raised arm with it's partially flex bicep. I flexed it full-hard for him, and he took a couple more pictures.
"Okay, now, look here...".
"WOW! How'd you get ears like that? You are some sort of Genie! They're almost like Spock's ears!"
I giggled, then replied, "Well, not to that obvious extent, but, there is a decided peak on the upper edge of both my ears, that makes them look just a tad bit, elf-like".

I don't remember if at any time my ears were fully visible. I forget them myself. I guess he had eyes on other parts of my body other than ears!

And thus it was at the scenic spot we were at. He took a few pictures of my ears, but the rest were back to my body.
I got naked for him, which was not to big of a leap from where I was anyway, and let him have at it. He was enjoying himself so much! I found pleasure in giving him that pleasure... that sounds odd, doesn't it...

"Not at all!", White Dove interjected into my monologue, "To be able to bring pleasure to one you care about, that is a very great pleasure!"

I urged him to save one film with us together. The camera, despite being a one-use type, was a more expensive type that I insisted on buying. This one did have a timer feature.

There were but two films left. With the camera steadied on a rock, and Bill having carefully centered me in the view-finder, we took two pictures with me holding sweety on my breasts, my tits clearly visible on either side of his neck. On one, my hand was over his head, holding him protectively.

"This is old-fashioned film. But I have a scanner. I'll send these to your email", he offered.
"No hurry. I have tons of photos of myself. My ego saw to that!", I assured.

We began to walked by out of there. If he got tired, I would carry him. In fact, I advised to carry him most of the way out of the far reaches of our hike, so that as we neared where there were people, he would not be seen being carried by me.

It is lucky that Bill had to "report" back to his home and "Mommy" by at least five, or else I may have had a difficult time taking off... he never knew of my carpet, Jasmine. The whole time in the hotel room, she sat quietly in a dark corner. I doubt if he ever even noticed her.

With promises to come again, and to contact be email, I saw sweety to his car. I swear it looked like he was about to tear up. I was close to it as he drove off.

At that point, it was pretty late. I decided I would do a different approach this time...
The walk, the fisting and resulting orgasm, carrying him all that ways and so on, had me pretty tired. I would have supper at the restaurant, and, since the room was paid for another night, I would go to bed early... and, unusual for me, get up and take off early.

Sleeping naked without any covers, I had a good night's sleep. I did not wake up early; it was nine-thirty in the morning when I woke. Well... that's early for me.

With the attendant stares at my body build, I had breakfast at the restaurant. At a nearby convenience-mart, I stocked up on canned vittles and candy. I returned to my room and prepared to go.
Propping the door open since I'd be turning in the card-key, I checked out, and returned to my room. May as well not carry two suitcases and Jasmine up all those stairs.

I retrieved suitcases and Jasmine, and exited the room allowing the door to shut completely. I climbed remaining stairs to the access-way to the roof.

Ooops, I would not be alone...
Two gorgeous boys of the type I like were there, tanning their gorgeous physiques. Of course, they saw me come, all sex-feet-five or more of me, in micro-skirt and three inch stilettos. From where they were laying, they clearly saw I had no undies.

They both got up, greeting, "Hi, big babe! Can you... hang with us?"
"Well, for a little while..."

How could I resist!? They both were six-feet-even tall, about 150 pounds, lean, fit, obviously works out, and both had skinny little wash-board tummies more slender than mine. They were dressed in teensy men's bikinis with nice humps raising on both of them.

I just grabbed one by the arm, and slammed him on my front, over my breasts. Mmm! That felt nice right there. With the other one's mouth agape, I said, "I know where you can deposit that!", while pointing at his erecting hump. I peeled his little bikini off of it, saying, "Let it breath! And dine!"
That's all he needed! These two were very much NOT similar to Bill. They didn't call their Mom!

Those two hit the spot! After all that caution and tenderness with Bill, these were just what I needed. I was getting generally horny anyway.

I led them behind the access-way cabin (the structure over the stairs leading to the roof), leaned Jasmine against a wall, and took condoms out of my suitcase. I rubbered one of those guys up, laid on my back, and let him have fun.
OOOO! DAM! OOHHH! That was nice! He shoved it in good and hard, too. The tip of it almost or did impinge on my cervix. GOL-DANG that feels GOOD! Though I was easily stronger than any one of them, they were nice and fit and vigorous. They gave my hungry bitch-cunt a good pounding. I hope she enjoyed it. I sure did!
They were surprised perhaps, at my aggressiveness, but took to it well. They literally took turns fucking me. After one dumped, the other rubbered up and went in me. After he was done, the first was ready again. After he re-rubbered, it took longer the second time for him to dump, which worked out, for, after two orgasms already, it was taking me longer too. After his second dump, the other went for his second. Wow! Five nice, powerful orgasms! (I had two orgasms during the first man's second fuck.)

Oh man! I lay there in ecstasy of gratification! Oh! That was nice! I must have fallen asleep for a bit, despite laying on the hard patio and no pillow.

I got up, and there was a pool of cum under my crotch. The two gorgeous guys were not there. I peaked around the structure...
Those two; hah hah hah! They were spent! They both had gone back next to the wading pool onto their mats. They were sleeping. Maybe after an hour or so, they'd be ready for more. I'm sure they would! They were nice specimens, and right up my alley too!
They looked like twins. Both had the same type of wavy, yellow-blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, and lean physiques. They were mildly aggressive, just right. My aggressiveness took them back a bit, but not much.
Don't worry, I love that sweet Bill, and I'll keep all promises to him. He needs me.
But these two were a nice take-off treat. Fast, hard, gratifying! I sorta wanted to wait for them to wake up and fuck some more. But alas, I had to go.

Quietly, behind the structure from them, I rolled out Jasmine being careful not to roll her atop the puddle of my cum. I placed suitcases on her, took off heels, crawled on her and willed up and out of there. As I rose and cleared the structure, there the two golden Adonises were, sleeping and sunning themselves. Mmmm, I wanted to take them with me! They noticed not, my take-off.

As per usual, I striped for flight. With a gratified, still warm cunt, I set Jasmine to the proper heading after attaining about 2000 feet. I enjoyed the scene. Man! This is beautiful country!

The time was almost noon. On a bearing of about 325 degrees, I roughly followed interstate 84 for a while, until it veered west. I started off east of it, then I was west of it, then east of it again. I was aiming for Yakima.

At about the area of Umatila National Forest, I found an area of immense, desolate wilderness to land and have a lunch of sorts, with my canned food and refuel on candy.

I had to go a bit off course to get to the forest, but I could resist the temptation. I just love those remote areas so much! NO ONE ELSE can get there at all! Possibly, some of these places haven't even been thoroughly explored on foot.

I landed, loosely rolled up Jasmine and leaned her against a tree. I sat on the ground with my back against that same tree, facing the down-slope to another mountain or hill across the hollow with legs spread, buck naked, and ate my canned snacks. Then I hiked around a while, barefooted. I absorbed deeply, the health-giving energies of Earth, un-effected by any of the human... well, I always say human; it's not the humans! It's that dam, spiritless military-industrial-complex shit. That's what ruins everything. Prices always going up, imprisoning mortgages, roof-to-roof neighborhoods, traffic... UGH!!! The humans are just unaware, and caught in that energy-sucking-monster's web.

Thank The Creator for Jasmine! There I was, way out there, out of reach of any of that crap, absorbing the energies of the Earth the way Creator intended. And do not worry, I did NOT leave any litter. I save my grocery bags and use them for the trash. I disposed of them properly when I got the chance.

I lingered quite a while, purposely making me later. I did not want to end up arriving at Yakima around six to six-thirty in the evening. In that forest, I was about 150 miles away, or about three hours flight. I was aiming for getting to Yakima at nine-thirty or ten. I would wait until about seven P.M. and; oh, wait; I crossed another time zone, I had to reset my clock, I was on Pacific time. Alright then, so I had another hour in this wonderful wilderness.

After figuring that out, I hiked some more. Later, I returned to Jasmine and suitcases, ate some candy, and hiked around again. I scaled up this and that ridge, just enjoying the activity, scenery, and healthful air and sunshine. I returned to Jasmine and suitcases. I took out a tank-top to use as a pillow, and laid on my back, with my head oriented up the hill, legs spread, and enjoyed a nap. Yes, I'm quite comfortable laying on rocks and gravel, as long as they're not really cold. I just need a bit of softness for my head.

These kinds of places cool off rapidly after the sun sets. As usual, I slept too long. I would have slept longer, except chills woke me up. I opened my eyes to bright stars twinkling through the boughs of the trees.

I stood up and rubbed the chill out of my arms. I ran full tilt up that hill to the top, then scrambled down again. I then dropped to a fairly flat spot and rattled off a hundred push-ups. Then my cunt began throbbing and getting achy. I thought of how nice it would be for one or both of those guys back at the top of that hotel in Boise to fuck me about now. Oooo! The very thought of it had my cunt throbbing and trickling rivulets of prefuck-nectar down my legs.

Man, I was no longer cold. I just kept thinking of those guys. Finally, I got out a spare plastic grocery bag kept for trash, currently not used. I found a slanted sapling tree whose trunk was about two or more inches in diameter and somewhat smooth. I wrapped the plastic bag around it, lowered my drooling cunt on it and humped away. I shook half the leaves from that hapless tree with my orgasm. My screams and screeches echoed throughout the forest.

I was huffing and blowing, enjoying the gratification of my impromptu orgasm. Then, as the echoes of my screeches were fading, I heard, not too far away either, a terrible screech of some sort...
"Big Foot!", I thought. George Noory had played back a purported big-foot-scream on the air a number of times. That sounded like it! They sound like a cougar, only more trumpet like... and a little like a human.

It sounded like it had come from the ridge atop the hill facing the hill I was on. That thing's screeches echoed all around. They were pretty loud! After a few seconds silence, I heard it screech again. Sounded closer, like it had come down off the ridge in my direction.

Wow! And I had hiked all the way over to that ridge and past it, down the other side... and on to the next ridge even! That was during the day, of course, but wow!

Okay, I was NOT in the mood for meeting Big Foot just about now. I rolled out Jasmine and put my suitcases on her. I was already barefooted, so I crawled on and willed her up and away. As I ascended, I heard another screech from below me, seemingly coming from the gully between the ridges. I looked over the side of Jasmine. I could just make out in the dark, a large, dark form, shaggy, on two legs, lumbering toward the area I was at. I noted another form, maybe two of them, in the gully on the far side of the ridge that had been facing me, while I was there.

I turned to Redmoose and asked, "Redmoose! What do ya think woulda happened had I lingered? It, he, or she or whatever, did not seem to be in a real hurry, not like an attack. But definitely curious!"
"How loud do you scream when you, uh, let go?", Redmoose asked.
"I don't know, pretty loud I think", I replied.
"Do you think... if someone heard you from the next ridge, what do you think they would hear? Screeches of jubilation? Or just insane..."
"Insane!", I replied quickly, "When that feeling hits me, I just, oh man! I just go nuts! It feels so dam good! It grips my whole body! I think I must sound like something mad".
"I just wonder", Red Moose pondered, "If the Big Foot, if that is what it was, wondered if he was hearing another big foot in distress!"
"Maybe!", I nodded my head in agreement, "or gone crazy!"

White Dove, Red Moose and I all had a good chuckle from that.

Well, so I was underway to Yakima. I obtained 1000 feet and got on my heading, about 305 degrees bearing. It was eight P.M. or slightly after.

I encountered a fairly large nuisance river on my final way to Yakima. Dam thing almost sneaked up on me. I had forgotten about rivers. I had been flying over areas where they were nothing but trickles or dried up. But this one had some size to it. I had felt a bump, and a dropping. Inertia carried me through. It was a sizable tributary of it. I wound up scouting up and down that thing looking for a narrow part. I ascended to 3000 feet while doing so. Finally, utilizing my 3000 feet height, which was very cold, I shot across a narrow part. Remaining naked for better control of Jasmine, despite the chill, I got across the pest with only some sinking and mushy control. I immediately descended to something more comfortable.

From 3000 feet, I had locked into the lights of what I believed to be Yakima. At that time, it was almost due north of me, or, on a bearing of about 355 degrees. On the map, lit only by stars and a crescent moon that was near the horizon, I noted I would be headed across the Yakama Indian Reservation. Well, it was dark, Jasmine is quiet. I figured they would not mind.

Occasionally, I would feel a dip, sometimes quite significant. Inertia generally got me through. I couldn't see the numerous small but somewhat significant rivers I was encountering because the crescent moon was close to the western horizon and was blinding me from seeing the tell-tale reflections from below. I checked my maps carefully. You can't tell from maps how big they are. Sometimes the map will show a blue squiggle, when in reality, it is a gully with some vegetation around it, in an otherwise, barren landscape. Or, it could be sizable.

One-thousand feet didn't give me much buffer, and the effects of rivers were pretty sharp, even for smallish ones. Reluctantly, I incresed altitude to 3000 feet. It was so cold, I had to put the blanket over me, which slowed me down and reduced Jasmine's responsiveness.

Later, the moon finally set and I was able to see the ground better. I was already approaching Yakima. A large airport was in the way, and a complex of rivers was to the west. I went east around the airport, dropping to 1000 feet again, or even lower. I had no desire to run into an airlines jet. I kept my eyes peeled for rivers but none bothered me after that.

Like a moth attracted to light, I headed for the brightest lights of, possibly, Yakima, or one of its burgs. I hovered around for a time, looking for hotels.

I found a hotel that was more or less on the outskirts, toward the west some. This hotel was three stories, and had a large area behind it (which was north of it) where I could easily land without being seen, especially at night.

In usual manner, I rolled up Jasmine, and took her and the two suitcases and headed for the hotel.
The weather was nice and energizing. Very cool, I felt invigorated. My tits were pulling out from my boobs and... Omigosh!!! I'm naked! Dam! It almost happened, yet again! And I was getting into the lit area around the hotel.

Funny, I always think to wear my stiletto heels, but I forget other clothes. Hmm, that's my mind's workings for ya!

Well, I set down one of my suitcases and pulled out micro-skirt and tank-top. So dressed, I continued my hike to the hotel. I had landed about 600 feet away, in a grassy field.

A clock in the hotel's lobby indicated ten-thirty. Later than I planned, as usual. I set suitcases and Jasmine down at the counter to get a room.

Dam! I'm gonna have to divide this thing again! Alright then, click here to continue...

Two hours of talking turns into this much typing? My keyboard is about give out! And my hands... I can't straighten them out no more!
Well... See ya next page!

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You see? YOU SEE? I DO get intimate with guys! I'm not a lesbian! Oh well, like, whatever.
I wish I could charge extra for fat passengers on my aircraft... Jasmine that is... my ego for one. Gees, what a fatty!
How 'bout that sermon Redmoose gave me about dogs? That was genuinely interesting. He made some good points. I still hate 'em though. I'm sorry, I've had nothing but bad experiences with them. Anything over 30 pounds is off-limits to me.
As you might have noticed, I don't much care for this military-industrial complex shit either. Those shit-heads are bad news not only for USA, but for the world. Death and damnation be upon them!!! Those creeps are often the topic of concern on Coast To Coast AM radio show.
Well, read on before emailing might be advisable. After the sweet guy and those two golden guys above, I, "sigh", have another relation with a girl in the next section, and a deep one too. I guess there ain't no escape for me. I'm part lesbian, and that's all there is to it. But later, I get fucked by the sun... really! Just read on!

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