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Nevada
by Stevyn@ironfeather.com
© Stevyn@ironfeather.com 2003
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Nevada -Chapter 1
The wind was blowing strong, something was in the air it seemed. Stevyn put down
his book and looked out the door of his shop. None were in the streets, the
fruit & veg stand had closed up and only the garish lights of the corner liquor
store announced any life in this deserted neighborhood. He sighed, it has been a
slow day, no sales.
He locked the doors, pulled the blinds down and put the closed/cerrado sign in
the window. he cleaned the public bulletin board and shelved loose books.
While running the vacuum he paused, yes, it was the fone. He clicked off the
cleaner and ran for the fone. He answered and heard a sweet female voice, bit of
accent inquire for "Stevyn".
He assumed it was a late evening customer but when she said, "this is Jess, i
have a favor to ask..."
He stepped back, nearly pulling the fone from its cradle, he gasped. He had
given the fone # to her ages ago in hopes that he would hear her voice, it was a
fantasy.
Then he realized that it was eally her! His heart raced, he wondered what
merited the call, he suspected it was not to treat him with the joy of her sweet
sound.
He listened as she explained that she would be flying to Nevada in a week to
report 1st hand on the wild horses that roamed the Excelsior Mountains. Her
professor had offered each student field studies. Most students chose to stay in
TN but the story of the wild horses & burros struggling for survival in the
modern world of men caught Jess up in emotions. She wanted to track the
footsteps of Velma Johnston who was responsible for exposing the slaughter of
these wild animals in the early 1950's. Activists had been leaking word that
greedy land owners and the BLM itself had resumed the killing. Wild horses and
burros had almost been hunted to extinction. They were used for dog and chicken
food. The methods in which they were rounded up were grossly inhumane. Her heart
was broken and she wanted to dedicate this field study to bringing the truth out
to the public.
Stevyn was shell shocked to actually be speaking with Jess and the bomb dropped
when she then said why she was calling. She wanted him to join him on this trip.
To aid her research and be a partner in the harsh desert land of Nevada where
temps reached 120F.
There was silence.
"Stevyn? Still there?"
uhhm, Stevyn spoke in slow motion it seemed. It must be a dream he thought.
"yes! i'll start packing now!"
Later that night Jess emailed him the full infos. Their trip was to hike into
this mountain range that was reported to be home to what was left of them. Once
more than two million thundered over the land, now only seemingly handfulls can
be found due to them being captured and killed.
The plan was for her to meet him in Denver and from there they would take a
small plane to a remote location in Nevada.
When Jess walked off the airplane ramp, Stevyn waved to her, she smiled and
greeted her net friend. She looked stunning, he brushed aside her offered
handshake and instead wrapped his arms around her and held her in a deep
embrace.
She felt warmth and alive in his arms, her head against his chest, his heart
beating so close. She sighed as he stroked her hair. Then they broke and went to
claim her bags.
Within minutes they were aloft, a small 6 seater plane, struggling to climb up
in altitude over the majestic Rocky Mountains.
Jess gasped when she saw how deadly the mountains looked. They were both in awe
of the scenry. Soon night fell and the sight was wrapped in darkness and cloud
cover.
Stevyn relaxed in his seat as much as he could, he was a tall man, his long legs
didn't fit in this small space. Jess nuzzled next to his shoulder content and
excited. He looked at her and smiled, he kissed her and she responded.
With her chin in his hand he caressed her gently, his lips sought hers. Love
coursed thro his veins. His hand wandered but then she gently removed his hand
back to his own lap.
Two hours later the small plane began a decent, the pilot yelled back for them
to buckle ina nd hold on, it would be rough.
The couple felt their stomachs lurch asthe plane dropped altitude, then they
gasped as it touched down, bouncing along a dirt run way. They looked out the
window, pitch black.
The engines stopped. They disembarked. The pilot lit a cigar and helped them
pull their backpacks out. He then waved, wished them well and started the plane
back up.
It was startling as they watched, alone, in the dark, as the plane with its
flashing lites and thrumming engine took off and flew away.
Once the sound finally left, they really knew then how far from mankind they
were. No lights to be seen in any direction, no sounds, nothing but the big sky
of stars shining above.
They hugged partly out of fear but also due to the cold.
Stevyn's hands roamed over her body, he held her tight. One hand moved over her
bum, feeling her curves, she giggled and broke away from him.
Jess pulled out a flashlight and looked at her compass. "Well, we can set up
camp for now or start heading that way..."
Since it was only 9pm they decided to hike at least an hour just to get their
body heat flowing again. After a bit they discovered that they could see without
flashlites. The light of the half moon and the stars reflected off the desert
sand. It looked like snow.
With no trees or plant life around they walked slowly ahead, eyes and ears
alert. After two hours of walking in silence, both awed by their aloness in this
wild alien land Stevyn broke it and said, "ok, lets crash here..."
due to space limits rather than pack a tent they packed extra food and water.
Setting up camp was easy as they spread out their bedrolls and dug around their
packs for food. Jess wanted to build a camp fire but it turned out no wood was
to be found. Even with flashlites seeking, nothing was around but sand and a few
cactus.
She shivered, a fire would have been nice.
They sat on their blankets and talked over a small dinner of beef jerky and
granola bars. Stevyn offered Jess a banana, in the dark he could see it go to
her mouth. He could feel his body respond, it was silly but even the moonlite
view of this beautiful woman about to eat this phallic shaped item made him
aroused.
Around 1am they climbed under their blankets and under the stars they fell
asleep. Jess wondered if Stevyn would snuggle or attempt to seduce her, she was
surprised when a few minutes later she heard a soft snore instead...
Around 4am or so she awoke, freezing cold. The desert night grew very chilly.
She wiggled her sleeping bag over till she was flush against his body. She
drapped her blanket over them both. he moved in his sleep, by instinct his arm
moved over her, she snuggled close to him, sharing his body warmth, protected
from the wild with this man, one who loved her.
She then fell off into dreams, sweet dreams of adventures.
The next morn she arose to see him preparing coffee over a small camp burner.
She smiled, "is that really needed?" then she looked about. This was her 1st
time viewing the mighty desert in its full beauty. The vistas went forever. The
land was flat and expanded in all directions till the eye could see no more. The
sun was rising and life was grand!
She then laughed with happiness and accepted a cup of hot drink. She climbed out
of her sleeping bag and from her pack checked the coordinates of her GPS unit.
"looks like we have to hike about 10 miles today..."
Stevyn didn't say anything, he knew from experience that the temps would rise
drastically, from the cool morn air to become roasting furnace heat. Death
Valley was really just south of them. He then wondered if he was endangering her
life, he was not qualified to be her guide. He was here as he wanted to be
withher. to share her time, to learn her, to admire her, to be her friend and
protector, he hoped he would be a good guide in this land.
By mid day the sun was bearing down hard. Both had stripped to white cotten
fabric tunics. He thought how sweet it would be to see Jess in a bikini but he
knew that any skin exposed would be burned badly. Each of them wore floppy hats
and what appeared to be flowing robes of white, like the wisemen walking thro
the desert of old.
Out of nowhere the stumbled across an old abandoned car. Stevyn looked inside
but it had decayed and rusted to just an empty shell of metal. They wondered how
this car had arrived way out here and did the people survive? Stevyn's guess was
people driving west during the Great Depression ran out of fuel and went onward
on foot. He then wondered why he had suggested they hike this when he could have
rented a modern jeep with more supplies for them.
About two hours later, "i see some rocks there, lets seek shelter, we can make
up for lost time when the sun sets..."
Jess was too hot, tired and exhausted to disagree. Soon they reached a groupd of
boulders. They sought out the shade and relaxed, very thankful for a break of
the glaring sun. Even tho the temps were over 100, the shade made it feel nice.
They drank water and shared a can of soup. Jess pulled out a book on the area
and read aloud:
"Wild horses are representative of the greatest genetic diversity of any
particular breed of horses. They also have the greatest diversity in color and
markings. Their conformation and size varies to the geographical areas in which
they are found. Mainly, they are structurally more sound than domestic horses
and are noted for their superior intelligence."
"Wild burros are mainly primarily of the African Ass populations. They represent
bloodlines of many extinct wild populations from Africa. They are usually small
in stature but again, size and conformation varies with the geographical
locations of the burros. They are found in desert climates with the majority in
Arizona, California and Nevada.
Burros are characterized by their long, deep-set eyes, coarse wiry manes, small
feet, absence of forelocks and tails that have long hair at the tip. The most
common color of the wild is grey. They are extremely intelligent animals and
adapt well to captivity."
"By the 1800s, more than two million wild horses roamed through western North
America. Part of this explosion was due to successful reproduction in the wild.
Population growth also resulted from the escape or abandonment of additional
domestic horses brought to the frontier by trappers, settlers, miners, and other
immigrants. Wild burro herds also increased as individuals of this species
escaped from shepherds and miners.
At the same time, the available open range began to shrink as cattle, sheep,
fences, farms, ranches, and roads proliferated. Wild horse numbers began to
decline as they were shot to reduce competition with domestic livestock. Tens of
thousands were also rounded up for use as draft animals, saddle stock, military
mounts, and food. Burros were less persecuted because they tended to graze lands
that were too barren and dry for livestock to use.
This downward trend continued into the 20th century but reversed itself briefly
during the Great Depression when many horses were abandoned by owners who could
no longer afford to care for them. As the century progressed, lucrative European
markets for horse meat emerged, as did domestic markets for pet and chicken
feed. Wild horses began disappearing in even larger numbers from the western
range.
By the 1950s their population was thought to have dropped to fewer than 20,000.
In addition, professional mustangers (horse-catchers) often used brutal methods
to capture and transport wild horses for sale to slaughter-houses and rendering
plants...."
So far they had not seen any horses or burrors or any living creature. The land
was barren. But they knew that the next day of hiking would bring them to the
foothills of the mountains, where the desert would touch the hills and water
could be found, this is where the animals would be. She grew excited at this
thought.
Stevyn stood up and walked to a different rock , she could not see but by the
sound knew he was pissing. Ah, if only they could somehow recycle their fluid,
hopefully they could find water in the foothills as their supply was lower than
it should be on this day.
Stevyn returned and sat next to her, she leaned into his shoulder. He kissed her
and stroked her beautiful long hair. She almost purred
They both napped like this for a few hours. She awoke first and gazed at his
face. She liked him. She knew that she didn't love him but she enjoyed his
attention and his spirit. He was much different than her but he challenged her
in different ways that pleased her. She felt sorry for theguy, he was hopelessly
in love and lust with her but she had no intention of allowing him anything more
than a kiss... she stroked his head.
Stevyn awoke, his head in her lap, her fingers gently stroking his head. He
sighed, he was in heaven!
He reached up and caressed her hair, his hand fell to her busom. He ran his
fingers over the outlines of her breasts, he felt his body start to respond. She
stopped her attentions, smiling but withher hand stopped his exploration. They
locked eyes.
Stevyn nodded, he didn't try to continue, but instead sat up and started to pack
his gear. The sun was lowering, it was time to resume the walk.
Nevada - chapter 2
Stevyn stumbled, regained his step and walked on. Heat ruled the day and only
now was the sun setting. Dusk was
past now, the pair was dredging on in exhaustion. After a near tumble into the
sand Stevyn stopped and asked Jess
for a GPS check.
He knew an oasis was ahead within hours. A beautiful place of majestic rock
formations and natural hot springs in
the rock, smooth from millions of years wash.
He watched as her hair fell as she bent to access her backpack. As she pulled
forth the unit he caught a glorious
view, an outline of what her backside was against the thin fabric of her
clothes.
When she handed the GPS unit to him it was almost a moment of union. His heart
skipped.
Not even an hour later the deep dark sky lay across the land. Silence filled the
darkness. It was hot but bearable due
to lack of humidity.
Once again the figures of Jess & Stevyn sprawled forth on the ground. But this
night was different. A small camp fire
was within their perimeter. Jess had gathered small wood as she hiked. Though
sparse, over the past 10 hours she
had enough to provide warmth & light during their evening.
Stevyn was already snoozing. She cuddled up to his side this time right away.
No reason to wait for the cold to
bring them close.
Suddenly she awoke to an alien sound. It was a sound of yelping, like a group of
excited dogs in the somewhat
distance. She realized then, they were coyotes. Stevyn had described them ,
silent, yet always watching. and when
they struck the pack yipped and yelped insanely. Shivers all over Jess brought
Stevyn alert. Out of a snooze he
awoke, hugged her tight to him, covered her body with an extra blanket and
snuggled down knowing the then
smoldering fire and lack of easy meat would keep them off.
Sun rise found Stevyn warming his last bit of coffee left. Jess laughed at him,
but commanded him to turn away as
she emerged from their sleeping pile in a flimsy sheer nitie. She shivered in
the desert morning breeze. Quickly she
dressed and prepped her gear.
As the morning changed into noon, the sun beat upon their forms. The plane
increased in altitude.
Small rocks and mini boulders started to appear as ground with more frequency.
Though their pace slowed, their
excitement grew as the promise of fresh water ahead drove them on.
Stevyn started to envision the scene ahead like an idle brained heat induced
fever of passion. Them both naked in the
water, bathing, frolic, nudity. He had never seen Jess nude. He felt his body
start to respond, he grew excited at the
thought of her bathing in the pools and streams he knew must exist ahead.
Less than an hour later the valley opened up below to an unknown paradise of
fantastic rock formations, ponds of
fresh water and small side pools of bubbling hot water springs.
Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was a collected lust through tyme, but when he
saw the bare rocks around the
bubbling water pools he wickedly thought of Jess & himself making love at their
edge.
His fantasy grew even worse as it pictured himself, enlarged with lust, securing
her arms away, her legs apart and
also secured by ropes. Jess, nude, spread, on the bare rocks for his pleasure.
Stevyn thought about this and wondered if he should make this become true or
perhaps make some of it true. Maybe
he could just be relaxing pool side, his fingers exploring and caressing her
personal regions.
He felt faint with desire.Suddenly Jess threw up her arms and pulled up and off
her desert clothing.
Nevadea - Chapter 3
They rested near the pool, the sun was beating down and Stevyn guessed the temps
were over 100F.
Jess turned to him, with a hint of smile said, "you need to go find us shade,
while I hop in the pools and bath...."
Stevyn, laughed aloud, "now way! if you are going to be naked, there is no way
my eyes are looking elsewhere..."
She hesitated, but then proud of her beauty, she went and ahead and started to
disrobe.
Stevyn sat down, relaxed against their packs and watched in awes as sweet Jes
first removed her top, unfastend her bra and stood topless. She kept her back to
him, but he shifted a bit so he could peek.
He felt his heart race as he admired her, her long hair was flowing down and
covering much of her breasts, but he did get to see them and he sighed with
happiness. She was a true Goddess!
Then she started to pull down her skirt. At this point Stevyn was not relaxing
any loger. His male body was responding to her curves. He strained forward
admiring every bit of her body..
then she started to pull down her panties, slowly, she turned to watch him,
knowing that she was teasing him.
this is chapter 4 of the mighty NEVADA epic story. stay tuned for chapter 5
by stevyn
for jess
Stevyn & Jess were down near a pool of water, it was bubbling heat and steam in
the hot desert of nearby Death
Valley. The natural hot spring was too hot for a body to stay in long...
Jess had removed her clothes and was down to her panties...
She peeled them off in the heat and with a smirk tossed them further than her
pile of clothes, closer to where Stevyn
sat watching intently.
She turned and gently lowered her body into the warm water. Ahh, she sighed
aloud. Her body ached from the days
hikes, sleeping on the ground and carrying a heavy pack. She relaxed in awe of
the heat, the earths deep river,
heated from the depths and cooled by the air above.
While she lost her self in this natural and unique bliss, Stevyn was attracted
to other such needs. He moved forward
and picked up her discarded panties...
He pressed them to his face, inhaled. He nearly fainted with pleasure as her
scent was inhaled and registered into his
brain. His mind registered love and lust, with sexual urges starting to
overpower all feelings. His manhood grew,
his body quickened.
Without even thinking he stripped and joined her in the pool.
She giggled at the site of his erect member. She got a easy thrill from the fact
that her beauty always effected him.
She had this power over him always. If harnessed it could power a city..
Shyly, he approached her, in the pool they embraced, kissed and held each other.
He felt her breasts pressed against
his chest. The feeling only increased the throbbing in his penis, which now
pressed against the side of her leg.
She was in awe of it. She had looked at pictures of his body, looked at pictures
he sent her in email, displaying
himself aroused. Pictures that had made her aroused, pictures that she looked at
when she self pleasured.
She didn't know what it would be like, but here it was, pressed, firmly, against
herself. She wanted
to reach and hold it. Caress it.
She did not though. She knew that her touch would create a beast, a man with
passions unchecked. Needs to be satisfied.
Then he broke away, he sunk himself. He emerged and laid on the bank. She
followed. Only minutes later the wiped out
couple was fast asleep, carefree, naked and sprawled out on the bare earth as if
placed there in copy of the original
Adam and Eve.
Before night could fall and cold waken them both, Stevyn arose. He openly looked
and admired her body. His eyes
admired her long dark hair falling so lovely, he looked at her angelic face
asleep. He admired her neck, so sweet.
He looked back at her eyebrows, where he stole a kiss.
He then looked at her sweet breasts! Ah! he felt his body react to her. Like a
man should when he meets his mate.
Stevyn then admired her tummy, so perfect. His eyes then fastened to her
delicious gap, the place between her legs.
A special place, she had shaved it before the trip, a sweet snatch of fur and
the lips of her womanhood exposed
before his eyes. He was in heaven.
His penis grew big. He went on admiring her... He then caressed himself, his
penis grew longer and soon he was
masturbating while admiring the beautiful woman before him.
After a time he hoped she would not awaken, he wanted release and the enjoyment
of her beauty, to admire her nude, so openly was driving him wild with pleasure.
Then he had a thought. ...
He stopped his self pleasuring and sat up. He went to his pack quietly. He
removed some rope and cut sections.
With this he fashioned lengths to secure her. Carefully he tied each of her
slender hands to nearby roots and shrubs
as no trees were about.
He gently tied her legs to opposing shrubs. One leg was lacking security so he
did the best he could by tying it to
their heavy packs. He now almost laughed aloud at the sight!
Jess, his dear mistress, was laying naked on the earth, tied and unable to move
or resist. All kinds of ideas flashed
thro his mind now. But he knew what he wanted, pleasure for her and then
pleasure for himself. In no way would he
harm her or force himself into her.
He stood above her, directly over her chest, his penis just above her breasts.
He then started to really enjoy himself,
admiring her body and stroking his erect cock, stroking it with much pleasure.
Suddenly she awoke!
Jess tried to sit up and immediately realized that she was restrained.
"What...?"
She looked left and then right. Saw that she was tied. She looked down and saw
her legs tied...
"what the hell do you think you are doing!?!?!?!?!"
Stevyn smiled, he hoped it was a reassuring smile rather than one of lust. With
that in mind they both seemed to look
at his midriff, where his penis was erect and bobbing, looking for release,
looking for love.
Then they both locked eyes... "relax, there is no way i would hurt you... just
enjoy.."
And with this he knelt, he made himself comfortable between her legs.. his head
there.. his mouth close to her womanhood.
Stevyn then started to press his face between her legs, into her womanhood.
Jess bucked and strained against the ropes. They held.
Stevyn smelled her scent. His mind reeled with delight. He then started to lick
her, to give her pleasure.
Within 20 minutes Jess could no longer resist or deny her feelings, the pleasure
was intense. Her friend, her fan, her penpal, her online boyfriend, whatever you
call him, Stevyn was giving her much pleasure. She moaned and trembled with
passion. Soon she started to climax. Her body shook with her release as he
tasted and teased her inner lips with his busy tongue.
After she stopped bucking up and down with her orgasm he sat up, with one hand
he wiped his face, it was covered
with her juices.
He then stood, his erection obvious.
At this point she started to plead with him to release her, don't do it, she
would do anything now, please release
her...
Stevyn smiled.
He then moved forward and stood directly over her. He reached down and started
to masturbate.
She looked in awe, watched as he pleasured himself.
She watched as his fingers caressed and stroked his cock. Suddenly he groaned,
he shook, and then his penis started
to orgasm, it shot out thick spurts of white sticky sperm, it fell and started
to land on her face, some went into her
mouth. She gasped and yelled at him. He continued to orgasm, streams of his
sperm shot out and landed on her face and her hair, her neck. She tasted the
small amount that landed in her surprised open mouth. It was salty and hot.
She now closed her eyes as it started to drip into them. It started to sting her
eyes. "OK, STOP IT!!"
Stevyn stopped grunting and groaning finally. he looked down at the girl he had
so much love for, her sweet naked
body below, her face covered in his sticky sperm. wowowow, this was a fantasy he
always had and now cum true.
With that in mind he quickly ran to his pack, removed his digital camera and
snapped 3 pictures of her, fully naked
and tied and 2 close ups of her beautiful face now covered in his manly juices.
He sighed with delight.
A few hours later found Jess cleaned up, dressed and hiking. Stevyn was behind
her, no words were being said. She
was mad with him but he didn't regret his actions. He hoped she would forgive
him, even really wanted her to even
just enjoy such actions. Time would tell.
They continued the hike like this for a full day, struggling in the heat with no
words between them.
Suddenly the heat was enough as like a bad car accident Jess stumbled, and was
thrown violently to the ground. She
was shocked!
She sat up, saw Stevyn on her legs, she had enough of him and with a massive
slap left a red imprint of hjer hand on his pale face.
She got up and walked away. "what is your problem?!?!?!?!"
Stevyn could not even moan, fear gripped him. He watched in desperation and
locked in fear as Jess walked over a ridge away from his sight. He felt her
leaving as the worse thing possible, especially as he then saw the rattle snake
slither in the opposite direction.
He had seen the snake in her path, he had jumped, pulled her away. But the snake
wanted death, and made it true by
attacking him instead. Now he laid frozen in pain on the ground, frozen in a
state of shock. He could feel the hot snake venom, poison, starting to reach
towards his veins. When it reached his heart he knew he would die.
pathetically he crawled forward...
"Jess, oh please, Jess, please come back...." he mouthed.
He did not want this. Just earlier he was in heaven, making dreams & fantasies
cum true and now he was in hell, left alone in the desert, dying.
He felt tired. His body ached really bad. His leg was on fire, the snake bite
throbbed evilly.
he just wanted to sleep. his head fell into the dust.
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Does Jess return? Does Stevyn survive? what happens? stay tuned for the next
exciting chapter...
© Stevyn@ironfeather.com 2003
You can read more of my stories at
http://www.ironfeather.com/bbs/
Feel free to post your stories there also as well as discussion :)
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"It is hard to be brave," said Piglet, sniffing slightly, "when you're only a
Very Small Animal." Rabbit, who had begun to write very busily, looked up and
said: "It is because you are a very small animal that you will be Useful in the
adventure before us."
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