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Detained in Orderville, Part 1
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Detained in Orderville, Part 1 This story has been brewing for a while, with the help of a couple of lovers both of whom are very sexual, kinky and great<b> writers </font></b>themselves And today I received some solicited help from friend and fellow blogger Eros_Space and incorporated some of his suggestions in this rewrite. The town of Orderville is a real town in southern Utah. All the rest is fictional. I would love your feedback as it's my first erotic fiction. -------------------------------------------------------------------  I founded an erotic travel club a few years ago with two friends of mine, Carrie and Paula. We like to hit the open road and feel the fresh air of distant places upon our faces. The freshness of new vistas takes us out of our daily routine and makes us want to explore the world and each other. The gals and I are especially fond of small towns and rural stretches of America. We like that Main Street USA vibe and dig the common folks we meet along the way. Usually we discover charming company and soak up the rustic ambience in diners, pool halls and funky roadside motels. Small town folks are generally friendly, but not always. As Jim Morrison once said, people are strange when you’re a stranger. Carrie and Paula are professional teases. You don’t have to ask them twice to dress provocatively, and as natural born exhibitionists, they understand and appreciate full well the effect an erect nipple under a thin shirt or a short skirt can have on a mechanic, a cowboy or a truck driver. Paula is 5'3" with an athletic build, perfect handful B cup breasts, a very hungry pussy and an ass that loves to be squeezed and fucked. She was raised by highway gypsies, itinerant workers more or less who gravitated to anywhere there was a paycheck. She escaped one day with a renegade biker and found herself in the big city where she had to rely upon the skills she was given. Paula has a certain edge to her, but it comes with a heart of gold and if you earn her trust there isn’t anything she won’t do for a friend. That’s reassuring at times. Carrie is 5'6" and a strongly built and commanding woman with DD tits and the most luscious lips you will ever taste. Don’t think her kisses come easy though. She has a sassy tongue to complement those lips, and a black belt in taekwondo that comes in handy when gentlemen don’t respect her boundaries. Carrie worked for the circus briefly as an acrobat, and met a Las Vegas hotel owner that she married on a lark. The union was short-lived, but the divorce left her highly independent as a woman of means. We all have an easy friendship and have traveled and played well together for a long, long time. Last year Paula, Carrie and I were driving the back roads of southern Utah. We had come to see a lunar eclipse in the clear desert night, and ended up camping out by chance with a gathering of Hopi Shamans. Late that night, the majority of them scattered on individual walkabouts, but one particular shaman, who went by the name of Joaquin Little Dove, invited us to stay at the campsite and embark on a spiritual journey with him. We couldn’t say no.  He introduced us to peyote, and we spent the night inside our heads, hearing our totem animals and retching. My totem is a skunk – I’d known this since a shaman lover had tested me . In the morning he shared his scrambled eggs for breakfast, then we left and followed our free spirits in excess of 100 miles per hour down desolate yet strangely scenic stretches of Route 89. So into our interior journeys were the three of us that we neglected to notice the flashing red light on the dashboard, and consequently our car overheated approximately 27 miles from the nearest town, Orderville. The irony didn’t pass us. There was anything but order. If I could name the place I would have called it Abandoned Flats. The wind whistled desperately through the rocks and arches, and there seemed nothing alive for miles.  Now modern man tends to reach for his phone in a situation like this, but I’m here to say that there are still certain portions of America where no cell service exists. Twenty-seven miles from Orderville was such a place, giving us very few options. We could A) walk for hours;  hope help would just show up; or C) hitchhike into town and get help – if destiny willing, a motorist would per chance pass our way. Well, with two beautiful women who know how to tease men, it seemed the obvious choice to use their skills and assets to get help. We were all wearing shorts. Paula's were tight and showed off her ass to my great enjoyment and were topped by a thin, tight T shirt perfectly filled by her small breasts. In just a few minutes under the blazing desert sun, all of our shirts were drenched in sweat, turning us all into participants in a wet T-shirt contest. Under Paula’s thin shirt her brownish nipples poked through quite clearly. Carrie's top was tied below her perfect, heavy boobs and open down to one button. Any straight male driver would be very happy to see them.  So Paula and Carrie stepped in front of me on the shoulder of the road, Carrie's deep cleavage and Paula's pointy nipples bright beacons for the next truck driver that might come along. But instead of a truck driver, we got even better! The Kane County Sherriff that pulled up would get us there safely, or could even radio for help! As Deputy Monroe pulled up alongside I watched his eyes fix on the two women. I couldn't blame him - they wanted him to look! But there was something other than just the normal male lust in his eyes. He looked at the women with a mix of desire and disdain.  “Having car trouble, friends?” He spoke softly, in the way of polite Mormon men, but there was a hardness to his words. There was no kindness behind the question. “Yes, deputy,” replied the ever aware Carrie. “Our car overheated. Can you radio to the nearest mechanic and get us some help? Our cell phones don’t seem to work here.” “I’ll do better than that, folks. Get in the car and I’ll take you to Orderville. We will take good care of you there.” He bundled us into the back seat of his patrol car and we headed north to Orderville. As we rode in the locked back seat behind the steel mesh partition, we heard Deputy Monroe radio ahead that "he had two women and one man on a possible 402 and could they ready the sinner's room please. And let Judge Dean know." We looked at one another in concern hearing Monroe’s transmission. At first we were glad to be in the air conditioned car after the desert heat. The sweat drying on our skin in the cold car, along with the ominous radio transmission, had us all feeling chilled.  “Deputy, are we under arrest?” I asked. “No, I just want to make sure of something when we get to town. We will get you back on the road soon enough.” Once again, the coldness in his voice spoke to a different intent than his words. Pulling into town I notice the usual Utah small town features- Subway sandwiches, Foster Freeze, the Mormon church that dominates the landscape and a very imposing town hall. Deputy Monroe drove past the only car mechanic in town and straight into the town hall parking lot. Now I was really wondering what was going on! There was another deputy there to greet us. He and Monroe went to the door opposite from me and opened it, speaking now in that unmistakable voice of authority "You are all under arrest for violating Kane County Civil Code 402, Indecent Exposure with Intent to Corrupt the Morals of our fair city. You are hereby remanded to the Sinner's Reparations Department. We respect the old ways here in Orderville. Judge Dean will see you in an hour. Now get out of the car one by one. You will be handcuffed and processed for trial."  TO BE CONTINUED |
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What? What happened? Kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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For your first story this is wonderful! An awesome erotic story.. Now I am all ears to see what happens next. hugs V   Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Looking forward to part 2! ...
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