I was following the old Canning Stock route, pulling a cart with all my equipment. It was the type of trailer you see cyclists usually towing. I had used the basic frame only and installed a large aluminium box with long handles and a harness that fitted like a rucksack. This way I could carry far more things and was far easier to transport my few possessions as I circumvented this vast continent on foot.
This was a trip I had saved up for and planned for three years, before I felt confident to make it. I had detailed maps of all the watering places, for that is what killed most people who got lost in the outback – lack of water.
In the past month I have only been travelling early mornings and late afternoons, for it is far too hot to travel in the four hottest hours of the day. The roads aren’t sealed and for some reason the dust seems to rise more during the hottest part of the day. I erect my lightweight tarpaulin and lie under the shade, usually dropping off to sleep during these hottest hours.
I had come to a section where towns were hundreds of kilometres away in any direction, but I knew that there was a well just back off the road and to this I made my way, just as the sun was on the horizon. I carried two 20 litre plastic water containers in metal carriers mounted on the sides of my cart and a water bag hanging between the two shafts. I still had a full container, but in this country you make sure you fill up all your containers at any available water. I knew there was another well 75 kilometres away and I made sure I kept my fluid levels up.
The well was covered by sheets of corrugated iron with large rocks on it to stop the tin from blowing away. It was easy to push the tin aside and with a length of rope tied to my Billy, I soon filled my containers to the brim. I then replaced the tin as I found it and rejoined the road, if that was what one wanted to call it. Really it was only a track with two ruts to show that vehicles had passed this way. The tracks looked as though no vehicle had passed this way in ages, but then the wind filled in and tracks within hours. Only aborigines who lived in the desert could read these signs, and they were few and far between now-a-days.
I had gone only about 400 metres when I saw a camper which apparently had run of the road or had been pushed off. I had seen three newish cars so far in the last 200 kilometres that looked in good condition in the same situation, but on examining them found them to be abandoned. No tow truck would ever come out here to tow a broken down vehicle. If they broke down they were left for anyone to scavenge from. I thought this camper was the same, but I had to look inside, there maybe something to scrounge.
The door was open so I walked in and saw a female figure lying on the bed. She was still breathing, for I saw her chest move ever so slightly. I went up to her and gave her a shake, “Are you ill or something,” I asked.
“Water, have you water?” her croaky voice asked.
Christ I thought, she is only 400 metres from a well with plenty of water and she is lying here dying of thirst. How stupid can some people be. Good maps clearly show the wells, surely they obtained one before venturing here, one of the most desolate areas on this planet.
“Sure lady, I’ll get you some,” I answered and grabbed a glass from the cupboard above the camper sink and filled it from my water bag. I went back in and made her sip it and let her drink only a small quantity.
“My boyfriend is under the camper,” she croaked.
I took the glass with me and placed it in the sink which wasn’t level, but at least the glass stood up in the corner. I went outside and sure enough her boyfriend was under the camper. It looks as though they had got a puncture and he had tried to change the tyre. Like an idiot had tried to use the jack on the road without putting a flat board under the jack. The jack had slipped when the wheel was off and the camper had slid trapping him under it.
I looked under and he was still alive, but trapped by the weight of the camper and there was no way that I could lift the camper off him. The ground he was lying on was soft and would never bear the weight of a jack.
“Have you any water?” he pleaded. I could see he wouldn’t last long without water and even if I gave him any, he would die anyway before I could get help. Anyway why help bloody idiots, he put himself into this situation by his own stupidity. I could see that his back was surely broken for the chassis was right across his lower spine and had bit in.
“No, anyway I can’t help you either,” I said then left him.
I went into the camper and started looking in the cupboards. “What are you doing, going through the cupboards,” the woman said, now sitting up and watching me. She was quite a looker and had opened her blouse because of the heat showing her bra covered breasts.
“Wanting to see what you have, why do you think I’m looking in them?” I replied.
“You are a thief, that’s what you are.”
“No lady only an opportunist, it’s going to lie here anyway, so just as well I make use of anything I find.”
“I’ll report you to the police whenever we get to the next town.”
“I doubt if your boyfriend will be with you, he will be dead by morning and how are you going to get to the nearest town, walk?”
“Surely someone more helpful than you will come along and render assistance.”
“I doubt it very much, you are stuck here.”
“Surely you will help me?”
“Yea, for a price, maybe.”
“What do you mean,” she said but I could see she needed more water for she was getting dizzy and had her hand to her head.
“You need more water, but you have to pay for that.”
“Take anything, but give me some water.”
“Oh I’ll take what I want anyway, no get that bra off I want to have a look at your tits.”
“Never,” she said drawing her blouse together.
“Please yourself, I’m not the one needing the water,” I countered still rummaging through the built in cupboards and drawers, completely ignoring her.
I heard her moving and when I turned to face her she had removed her blouse and bra exposing a lovely pair of round orbs with just the slightest droop and her nipples were not quite on the ends, but on the top edge and the nipples were standing proud, pointing upwards.
“See not so hard to do,” I said walking over to her with the glass she had already taken some from. I let her drink half of what was in the glass and took it from her. “Not too much at one time, you will make yourself sick, and we don’t want that do we.”
“You are blackmailing me with my life, you bastard!”
“Watch what you are saying now lady, or you will get no more water.”
I found a money box in one of the drawers with about $7,000 dollars in it travellers cheques, credit cards and bankcards. I took the money and replaced the tin. These other items were too easily traced. There was nothing else of interest, I wanted, except the Rolex Oyster watch which was on the floor, no doubt fell off the shelving when the camper slid down the slope. I picked this up and put it in my pocket with the money.
“You are a thief and a bastard,” she shouted, now she had some liquid inside of her her voice was no longer hoarse.
I raised the glass and poured the water out onto the Camper floor and left. I walked down the road about a 50 metres, pulled into the low sparse brush and waited, lighting a small fire and heated up a tin of soup also put some water on to boil in my billycan. All the time watching the camper. Then I saw her stagger out, but wearing her blouse. She stood on the track and looked both ways, she must have spotted my fire for she moved towards me, but her progress was slow. She must be really exhausted and thirsty by now. I just sat and watched her approach.
When she eventually reached where I was sitting she just stood there for a minute. “Can I please have some water?”
“Sure, but apologise first and get that blouse off.”
She just shrugged it off and stood there with her breasts standing proudly from her body, she didn’t need a bra they were that firm.
“Now the skirt,” I said holding up a tin mug full of water.
“No, I won’t,” she said but eyeing the cup as I tilted it and started pouring the water out.
“The longer you take the less water you will receive,” I teased.
Even then she waited as a steady stream soaked into the parched earth. Then in a flash she dropped her skirt and grabbed the mug and downed what remained in a frantic slurping and coughing. She now stood there with almost a G string on, her panties were that sparse that her pubic hair was showing through the material.
“Now get back to the camper and stay inside, I’ll bring you something shortly.”
Like an obedient dog she returned to the camper, but I had her skirt and blouse. I finished my soup, made a coffee and sat back and enjoyed it. After I had finished I tidied up and repacked my cart and walked back to near the camper, hid my cart and carrying my water bag back to the well and filled it again. Then returned to the camper and walked straight in.
“What do you want now,” she said, all curled up on the bed.
“You, I want you, I haven’t had a fuck in ages and you are going to let me fuck you or I leave no water for you.”
“Oh please, I need water.”
“And I need a fuck, so what is it to be?”
“Promise you won’t hurt me.” she pleaded.
“Why would I do that, get those panties off,” I shouted.
In a flash she had them off and I dropped my pants and pulled her legs open and got my knob between her vaginal lips and just pushed, I was expecting her to be dry, but she was lovely and moist and I sank right in and started pounding into her, Christ it had been ages since I had fucked a woman. Another reason being that I had a thick long cock which somehow put any girl-friend I picked up off. This was another reason I came on this hike.
To my surprise the lady started rolling her hips and was keeping time with my thrusts, she was no longer passive but a participant, now she had her arms around me as we pounded our bodies together.
Now the Lady was letting out moans and she even had a smile on her face as we kept up the rhythm of a good fuck. Then I felt her vaginal contractions gripping my penis and her legs were now locked behind me as I shot my load inside of her.
“Oh God that was fantastic, I was expecting you to hurt me and that is the best cock I’ve ever had. Take me with you, I don’t care where, I just want more of that cock.”
“What about your boy-friend, he’s lying pinned under the camper.”
“What can you do for him?”
“Nothing.”
“Well leave him there, he will be found eventually.”
“If you are coming with me, you will need to be better dressed than when I found you.”
“I have jeans and things in my suitcase,” she said.
“Why the suitcase and not the wardrobe and cupboards?”
“I was running away from my husband, with the man under the camper, for my husband was always beating me. I never even slept with Frank, he is one of those who only wanted sex after we were married.”
“Well get dressed then and you can come with me, but you will have to share my sleeping bag.”
“Wonderful, I’m looking forward to that,” she said.
Now who do you think was the Real Bastard?
So, what do you think ?