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The Louisiana Vacation

By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

I was unsure whether to post this in parts or as a whole story.

I will post it in smaller parts but if anyone wants the whole thing then just e-mail me. My e-mail is on my profile page.

The Vicar has had several extended periods of leave over the years.

He is not a rich man and being a vicar pays quite poorly.

In the early 2000’s he had been left a little money by a dying relative and spent 3 years living on a shoestring and working illegally in America. When travelling The Vicar uses the name Joshua and is incognito. He does not wear his work clothes.

Here is a chapter from a novel of memoirs he wrote about his adventures. I hope you enjoy.

The Vicar (Joshua) stopped and wiped his forehead with the palm of his hand as he tried to steady his breathing. It wasn’t yet noon and it was hot, he knew if the weather was to follow its recent pattern it was going to get hotter. The average temperature for Louisiana in June is around 83 degrees. On this day it was already warmer than average and the sun had not yet reached its zenith. Putting his hands on his hips he arched his back and squinted into a cloudless pale blue sky that was broken only by the exhaust stream of a long-passed jet. Sweat soaked his shirt making it stick to him uncomfortably and he thought that under other circumstances he might have found a little shade, stretched out lazily and waited for the heat of the day to pass before moving on, as it was, he needed to start running again.

Hearing distant, excited barks from amongst the thicket of trees he had just battled his way through he considered his position. The foliage was thick under the canopies with what were known locally as toothache trees, prickly, thorny umbrella-shaped shrubs with sprays of white flowers on a cane like stem. His legs had been protected from their barbed thorns by the heavy denim in the trousers he wore but he had still been careful not to let any exposed skin catch them, they were not poisonous but they were difficult to remove once they became embedded in any part of the body and they hurt. He hoped it would take at least another two or three minutes for his pursuers to reach this point; guessing that the dogs would only move as fast as their owners and the owners would be wary. Another name for the toothache tree was spikenard tree and there were plenty of them to wade through, if he was lucky they might even have to double back and find their way around.

Joshua had found himself in Louisiana on his way to The Kisatchie National Forest where he was looking forward to spending the main part of the summer living off the land, sheltering under its trees and fishing its lakes. Preferring warmer environments he had spent most of the previous winter in California staying with a comic book store owner named Trudi. When they met Joshua had been working at a local racetrack, mucking out during the day and sleeping in the stables at night. A light traveller he only possessed two sets of clothes and had developed the habit of visiting a local laundrette most evenings after work. He had walked in to the comic book store next door to the laundrette to get change for a dryer just as Trudi was being robbed at knifepoint by a young kid in a ski mask. Joshua had shown the young man the error of his ways and sent him home with a bust lip and a copy of a Spiderman comic, and Trudi, as a thank you had taken him out for Mexican.

Over Taco’s on that first night she had described herself as a geek and a Trekkie, Joshua had strenuously disagreed with the geek label and told her that he would describe her as athletically built, five foot four inches tall with short dark hair, a nose that was too small and hazel brown eyes that squinted when she laughed, he also told her that she was intelligent and humorous. Later that night he turned his head on the pillow to face her and said he was adding energetic in the bedroom especially when dressed as a Romulan. He gave up his stable and worked in the store for the following few months. Not being a trekkie himself he had been surprised as Trudi educated him about the ethos of the Star Trek universe and he had found it genuinely interesting, likening it to Liberal Communism, and when the relationship petered out, as they both knew and accepted it would, Joshua for no other reason than a whim of curiosity had decided to go and find where James Tiberius Kirk would eventually be born.

After spending several hours in Riverside, Iowa he decided not for the first time “When you truly have nowhere to go you can end up anywhere”. Sitting on a bus heading for Iowa City he picked up a newspaper that a previous passenger left behind. The paper was a regional daily but turned out to have a great piece on the forest written by someone called Virgil Flowers. Two weeks later he had travelled mostly on foot through Kentucky, Tennessee and Mississippi and had found himself walking through Prague; a two-horse town at the southern edge of Louisiana.

Joshua weighed up his options, he knew the dogs made trying to hide pointless as he started to run through the open field in front of him. The ground was deeply rutted and his thighs began to burn, it might have been that a week before the field was full of wheat or r**eseed that had now been harvested and a plough had followed soon after. He tried to run astride the ruts, keeping his feet to the top of the small ditches but the soil was loose and the soles of his boots kept slipping. Eventually he decided to head in a straight line to the boundary and on to the road and as he ran he thought about the reason for him being chased.

She was a twenty six year old waitress from the local coffee shop, with flame red hair and a very firm slender body which was covered in freckles and was very sweaty and very naked when he last saw it two hours ago. His original plan of only passing through the town had taken a backseat when he met her. She had made clear when he first arrived that she was interested, passing him a look and making small talk whilst attending his table, she had the time, it was early afternoon and he was her only customer.

A bell above the door announced his arrival and as he stood waiting to be seated he looked around. The layout was a surprise, the majority of places he had come across had open plan kitchens with a counters around them, this one didn’t. He found himself in one corner of the room looking down a narrow passageway between booths to a wall about twenty five feet in front of him. At the end of that wall there were two doors, one was for the restrooms and the other he assumed led to the kitchen. There were eight booths with comfortable seating for four people or uncomfortable seating for six in each, the walls above were covered with mirrors advertising Coca Cola and Dr Pepper. The décor was a deep red, beige and cream and there were two speakers mounted in opposite corners of the ceiling playing country music at a low level. Joshua was struck by the strange thought that the room was the wrong way around.

A waitress appeared from the door next to the restroom, she was wearing a short pink dress and white apron, her naturally coloured red hair showed from beneath a white paper hat. She showed Joshua to the booth nearest him.

“Can I get you some Coffee”? she asked

“I don’t suppose you serve Tea”?

She smiled again. “There aint much call for tea around here”

“Ok then Coffee please”

She walked back through the door to the kitchen and returned a few seconds later placing a mug of coffee on the table in front of him.

“You want to see a menu?”

“Please” Joshua replied and she disappeared again.

As she came back holding the menu she used her hand to reach up and pull a pencil from behind her ear, she smiled, knowing that the movement was tightening her uniform accentuating her figure and Joshua smiled back. As she approached he noticed the name badge that read Charlotte pinned to her breast. She handed him the menu.

“Passing through Honey?”

“As yet Charlotte, I am undecided”

“Where’s that accent from?”

“I’m English” a quick look of confusion crossed her face. “British, from England”

“I never met me a British man before”

“No?” Joshua smiled and took a sip of the coffee.

“But I heard you can be real charming”

“We have our moments” He looked down at the menu and then almost immediately looked up again as Charlotte began to tap her pencil against her brilliantly white teeth. She wore a light glossy red lipstick and Joshua couldn’t help but stare. She stopped and he handed the menu back without looking at it and ordered his usual. Over the next hour or so as he ate his Cheese on Toast as they talked.

Joshua told her that he was visiting the states on a student visa and found Louisiana fascinating, he then went on to explain that he had a little spare time on his hands and was walking around the countryside trying to get a feel for the area, but would have to leave soon as he wasn’t allowed to work and only had enough money to last a couple of months. Charlotte wondered if he had anywhere to stay? He told her no, hoping for a well you come home with me honey which the accent and the story had helped to encourage in the past.

Instead she told him about a local creek and gave him directions, adding that there was an old shack nearby that the town teenagers sometimes stayed in at weekends. At the end of the conversation she asked his name, he told her it was Harry Potter and as he was leaving she picked up the money and the tip he had left on his table and added that she might see him up at the creek later. That and the prospect of a free place to stay for the night was enough of an incentive for him to go look.

Hope you enjoyed it so far.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

Second part....

It was still light and after an easy twenty-minute stroll in the sticky heat following the stream Charlotte had directed him towards he found the creek and the shack. Off the beaten track through a small wood the trickle of water that flowed slowly from a small set of hills in the distance, filled the creek and then flowed out again towards the town. He approached the shack, it was around twelve foot by twelve and stood around six feet high, it was made from pale wooden planks that looked a little worn but the roof seemed good and the walls were dry. Inside he found a couple of multi coloured crochet blankets on top of an old mattress.

Turning the mattress over a couple of times he decided it was clean enough to lay on and took his own woollen blanket from his rucksack and put that over the mattress, he then shook out the crochet blankets he assumed the local kids had left and placed them on top. It looked ok when he had finished and he decided he had slept in worse. Taking a pack of toilet tissue, a small towel and a bottle of liquid soap from his backpack he found a suitable spot in the forest away from the shack and took care of business before washing in the welcome cold water of the creek and returning to the shack.

Dusk was coming, the day had been hot and he suspected the short night would bring little relief from the heat. Stripped to his only shorts he searched his backpack for his book. Taking it and a battery powered lantern from the sack he settled down for the night. Reading was something he tried to do most nights before praying and sleeping, a habit since childhood. He always had a book and tried to swap, sell and buy them whenever he could, his only rule was that whatever book he acquired had to be a paperback, hardbacks were too heavy and took up too much space in his bag. On this evening he was reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. He had only read a few chapters, Harry had just been surprised by a giant called Hagrid and Joshua was becoming intrigued when he had an unexpected visitor himself.

Charlotte appeared in the open doorway. Still in her uniform and a little sweaty from the walk.

“Good evening” Joshua said as he put down his book.

“I just wanted to make sure you had found the place” she said nervously looking around.

“Yes. It’s great, thank you” as he stood and reached for his trousers.

“You don’t have to put those on” she blurted, and then she smiled and cheekily she added “Not for little old me”

Joshua smiled back. He walked to where she was stood, took her hand and pulled her inside and closer to him. Just before they kissed Joshua smelt bubble gum and liked it. They kissed, nervously at first but is was soon passionate and deep. Their tongues touching, saliva making both their lips wet. Joshua ran his hands through her long red hair, touching her ears and neck before gently stroking her face. His hands wandered over her shoulders, down the small of her curved back up again. Their bodies were close and he took half a step back, not breaking the passion of the kiss and embrace but enough to move his hand to her chest. He felt the firmness of her breasts through the material of her uniform and had soon unfastened the buttons down to the waist. He moved close again feeling her against his chest and he began to harden. Putting his hands in her hair again he gently pulled his fingers through it, catching the odd knot he moved to the top her neck and grabbed a handful. He pulled the hair and her head came back, Joshua looked in her eyes and bit her throat.

A gentle, teasing, nibbling of her throat before he pulled the uniform off her shoulders and exposed her still covered breast. A quick fumble and her bra came loose, she raised her arms so he could remove it. She had pale, pert and firm breasts and her nipples were very pink and very erect, Joshua lowered his mouth to one and gently sucked at the nipple.

Charlotte gasped. Falling backwards, held by Joshua’s strong arms she closed her eyes as her nipples were moistened by both her sweat and his mouth. Gentle nibbles, light flicks of the tongue and full-mouthed sucking were like sensations of lightning wracking her whole body and made her feel as though she was going to explode. She also had the knowledge that she should not be doing this. What had possessed her to meet this stranger in this cabin? Not many people passed through Prague but this stranger she had wanted from the moment she had seen him. There was something about him, and her. An animalistic passion that had kept her in a heightened state of arousal and wet all day. She had even been to the restroom and relieved herself during the dinner rush, she had even had to remove her panties as they were soaked. If only the diners knew what had been on her hands before serving their food? She had the same feeling between her legs now and could feel her own wetness. She had a yearning to be touched there. Struggling against Joshua she moved her arms and removed the rest of her uniform, letting it drop to the floor, exposing her full nakedness and hoping that he would understand and give her the relief she was most craving.

Joshua felt her move in his arms and it was all he could do to stop her from falling but as her dress fell to the ground he could see she wore no panties and his focus shifted. He lifted her in his arms and leaving the dress on the floor placed her gently on the bed. Standing above her he looked down at her naked body in the twilight. He knew his manhood stood out in front him imprisoned by the shorts but his need to explore the dimly lit patch of hair between her legs outweighed the need of his own organ.

Bending down he put his hand between her knees and parted them, the light sweat from both his hands and her body made the slightly sticky. Following her thigh with his fingers he arrived at her womanhood and felt its moisture before gently inserting his finger.

Charlotte felt his hand approaching her most intimate area and held her breath. His fingers were soft, like silk across a smooth surface and he seemed to take an age before she felt his touch on her vulva. She shivered and gasped as his finger easily found its way inside her and her back arched. She had been thinking of nothing but this for the whole afternoon and evening and it was surprise that the orgasm rushing through her had arrived so soon. What did surprise her was its intensity and she reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling and hanging onto her as wave after wave passed through her body and her vagina squirted her juices all over his hand, wrist and arm.

Joshua felt her jerk, he was aware she was violently pulling at his hair and felt her gush and it drove him wild. One finger became two and he pumped her pussy hard and fast. Her breaths were coming in short gasps and she cried out loudly.

“Fuck, Jesus. Yessssss”

He broke away from her grasp and lifted her legs to her chest before inserting a third finger. There was more room and he knew it. Her bottom was off the bed and her legs in the air, he moved to his knees and she took more of her own weight. They were both soaked with sweat and lost in passion. He withdrew his hand and pulled his fingers together, his thumb hidden in his palm and then inserted it into her vagina. There was a little resistance but not much and soon his hand was disappearing.

Charlotte had no idea where she was. The sensations running through her body stopped her thinking and the only reason she breathed is because it came automatically. She felt him withdraw, unsure of what was about to happen but she didn’t move. The sensation of him putting his hand inside her startled her for a moment, she had never had this happen before but she had also never been this wet or aroused either. She didn’t know you could be this aroused and went with it. She felt her sex become filled; it wasn’t a feeling she expected. She had been fingered and fucked plenty in the past, she was a small-town girl and there were not many ways to keep the boys interested but she would have never let any of them do this to her. It had been suggested and she had thought about it but always imagined it would be uncomfortable and also didn’t was to “be someone’s glove puppet” but it wasn’t like that at all. She felt him enter her and then she felt, inside her, his hand close into a fist and it was the most liberating and pleasurable sensation she had ever had. Trying to keep him inside her she told him to lay on the bed and an awkward ballet of joined bodies pirouetted until he was laid flat on the bed, she was on her haunches and she could control the movement of his fist inside her pussy.

Joshua lay back and watched the girl on his wrist. Her body shone with perspiration, he could smell her aroma and feel the power of her pelvis almost breaking his arm and he loved her. Keeping his fist clenched he felt her on his knuckles, a moist, pliable almost velvety touch. She moved and rocked and cried out loudly unaware and unconcerned with any of her surroundings. She was lost in extasy and he was lost watching her body arch and buck.

It must have been several minutes before Charlotte ran out of energy. She held on as long as she could. Her legs were jelly, her muscles burning and threatening to cramp. Just another second she kept thinking until at last she could endure no more. Collapsing carefully onto the bed near her British stranger she was spent. He took his hand from her, kissed her forehead, tousled her hair and held her whilst she shivered. Neither one of them spoke and they could have both slept forever. It was becoming full dark outside they could hear crickets begin to chirp outside of the open door.

Joshua finally broke the silence. “Well that was something”

“It was” she said quietly. “What about you though?”

“Well?”

Her hand went to his crotch, his hardness was still there but maybe a little softer than full arousal. She put her hand inside his shorts and felt the stickiness of his pre cum.

Joshua felt her hand and winced as her fingers found the head of his manhood. He was semi hard but it only for a few moments. Charlotte pushed herself up to her elbow and they both worked to remove the shorts. She slid across the bed and took him in her mouth, cleaning his pre cum with her tongue before enveloping him fully. Joshua closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Massaging his balls gently, her mouth moving up and down his shaft and working the head Charlotte soon brought him to the brink and kept her mouth over him as he exploded into her. The warm salty taste of him was not unpleasant and she looked at him when he came. His eyes closed, body jerking and sweat soaked face contorting she was happy. She always enjoyed sex but had never had an experience like this. She allowed him to fully empty into her mouth and swallowed his warm seed.

Joshua felt wave after wave of cum erupt from his engorged manhood as she gently drained him. He never felt her mouth leave him and knew she had collected all of his seed. Opening his eyes, he watched as she swallowed it before sliding up the bed towards him. They kissed slowly and deeply. He could taste himself a little on her and liked it.

They lay for a few more minutes.

“I have to go soon” Charlotte announced.

“You cant stay?”

“No”

“I cant come with you?”

“No. But I can come back tomorrow”

More later. Hope you enjoyed it.

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By *0 Shades of RedCouple over a year ago

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By *Bigal.Man over a year ago

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Great story

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

I'm happy you are enjoying it. Will post more this evening.

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By *otonfoxMan over a year ago

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This is incredible and captivating

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

Part 3, the penultimate part. Sorry its a long one but I Hope you enjoy anyway.

There was no more conversation, Charlotte dressed and left. Joshua went to the creek and sadly washed the girl off him but her straightforwardness and promises of tomorrow were enough to make him stay another day. He prayed a prayer of thanks and read a little while longer before falling into a restful sleep.

The second day he decided to take the opportunity to wash his clothes and his blanket. It was not until he returned the previous evening that he realised just how damp the blanket had become. He swapped it for the crochet ones already there and slept with the scent of Charlottes womanhood in his nostrils. He had been walking for a couple of weeks anyway and they were in need. Whilst waiting for them to dry he had a swim and lay out in the hot sun. In the early afternoons heat he slowly headed back into town and back to the coffee shop.

Charlotte was less friendly than she had been the previous day but she had several customers, Joshua understood and asked for lemon cake, there was none so he ordered a toasted cheese sandwich and drank coffee.

Before his food arrived the sheriff came in and talked to several people, he kept looking over at Joshua who nodded to him politely, the Sheriff nodded back and after a few minutes he left apparently satisfied. Joshua knew the sheriff had come to check him over and figured that in this small town the news of a new stranger travelled fast. He ate his food and as Charlotte cleared his plate she whispered she would see him later. He left a small tip and returned to the shack to read. He was asleep when he heard her footsteps outside.

When Charlotte entered the cabin she held a small bag down to the side of her and was completely naked.

“Lets go for a swim” she commanded as she dropped the bag and left again.

Joshua raised himself from the bed and walked to the door, he was just in time to see her dive headlong into the creek. Her body like an Olympic diver, ramrod straight as she barely made a splash entering the water. Her head broke the surface and she laughed as she brushed her hair back.

“I've been waiting for this all day, come on”

Joshua walked to the creek edge, removed his shorts and t shirt and divebombed next to her, the water was cold as he was submerged, he opened his eyes, saw Charlottes naked figure just above and pulled on her ankle as he passed and was rewarded with a small shriek before reaching the surface. As soon as he was above the water Charlotte ducked his head back under. They played, laughed and swam for ten minutes before leaving the creek and allowing the heat of the sun to dry their naked bodies.

They lay on the ground and kissed slowly. The urgency of the previous day had left them and a much more relaxed mood took them. Joshua placed his hand between her legs and gently rubbed her labia whilst he kissed her neck. Charlotte was wet and her hand was massaging his manhood making him stand erect.

She sat on top of him and he watched his cock touch her fiery red pubis. He felt her envelop him, a moistness against the tip of his manhood followed by the warm wetness as he entered her fully and his body relaxed. All tension gone, his breathing easy.

He watched her breasts as she rocked slowly backwards and forwards moving as one, their firmness adding stability as they moved. Her nipples were pink and hard, she sat up as straight as she could and put her hands to them and pinched them between her thumb and forefinger. Her teeth against her bottom lip, her rhythm becoming quicker and her breaths more rapid.

Joshua grabbed her buttocks and moved with her. As she moved up he pulled back, as she dropped down he thrust into her as deep and hard as he could. They were in unison and as her back arched, his legs stiffened and they came together. His seed shooting into her, their cries as one and their bodies both jerking. Moments later his seed began to seep from her and cover his balls and groin but neither of them stopped. Pleasure was becoming pain and soon her movements were causing pinpricks of blissful agony in him. He wanted to stop her but didn’t. There was the sound of air and his warm creamy seed escaping from her, a squelching that only added to their pleasure and he felt he was going to pee. She was still in orgasm but eventually he could no longer carry on and he shifted his weight making her lose her balance and fall to the side.

He lay naked and spent. The heat of the evening and setting sun drying his own sticky wetness. Charlotte lay next to him breathless, red from the sun and happy.

“I need to pee” she said.

He watched her walk away and laughed as she squatted. Getting up he went to join her and they both peed on the sand at the creek edge before entering the water once more and washing the sweat and sex from their bodies.

Before leaving Charlotte told him that she was not working the following day and was looking forward to spending the whole day at the creek . Joshua knew that two days should have been his limit, especially as the sheriff had shown interest in him, but, down to his last thirty dollars, with free accommodation and suffering from a lifelong affliction that made him lust for red headed women, he supposed he could forgive himself for spending a third day in Prague.

They were enjoying themselves, the sun was already warm and the water cool. They had just finished skinny dipping in the creek and were laid on the blanket coupled together The goose pimples they had felt earlier were gone and the sun was drying them slowly as the light vanished into shadow and a boot stamped on to the ground at the side of Joshua‘s head.

Laid on top of Charlotte he slowly opened his eyes and turned to the left. A highly polished boot; probably a size eleven he thought, topped by the turn up of a tan brown trouser leg was just out of reach and as his gaze travelled up the leg he I saw an empty gun belt. Joshua craned his neck further and saw the black/blue steel of a pistol pointing at his head, the pistol was attached to a large hand and the large hand belonged to the sheriff, his face was redder than Joshua remembered. Charlotte opened her eyes and gasped.

“Hi Sheriff” was all Joshua could think to say.

Charlotte remained quiet but he felt her tense up.

“What are you doing?” the sheriff asked.

“Daddy?”

“Quiet!”

“Daddy?” Joshua asked slowly emphasising the D’s.

“Get off her”

“Certainly, you couldn’t pass me that could you, please?” Joshua asked nodding his head towards a towel near the sheriffs boot.

“Come and get it” he growled.

“I’m not thinking about me“

He looked at the Sheriff and then moved his eyes to Charlotte underneath him before looking at the sheriff again and raising his eyebrows. The Sheriff realised that Joshua could not move away from his daughter without completely opening her up to his view. Trying to contain his anger he paused, thinking, and then knowing there was no real choice he attempted to kick the towel towards them, only succeeding in almost falling over by kicking one end of it with one foot as he stood on the other.

“You might want to pick it up” Joshua advised.

“You move boy and it will be the end of you” he growled as he bent down and scooped it up before throwing it towards them over arm.

Joshua half caught it and tried to shake the dust and grass out of it before moving off Charlotte and placing it over her body. As soon as the towel was wrapped around her she held it above her breasts and sat up, trying to regain some composure.

“Daddy!”

“Shut up!” not loud but menacing.

Charlotte stopped talking and watched as the sheriff walked towards Joshua who was on his hands and knees and kicked him in the ribs. Joshua was not expecting violence and only realised what was about to happen half a second before it did. He managed to move away slightly and rolled with the kick taking some, but not all of the force out of it, he rolled a second time feeling some of the small stones under him dig into his buttocks and back before ending up in a crouching position ready to fend off any other attack. The sheriff had not followed him and stood still, both his gaze and the gun in his hand now pointing towards the ground. Neither man moved for several seconds, Joshua slowly stood and approached his clothes. The Sheriff looked up and pointed his gun in his general direction again.

“Stop there boy, what are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m putting some pants on, I’m not talking with you whilst I’m standing here naked, and stop calling me boy. It makes you sound like an Idiot”

The Sheriff looked dumbfounded as the younger man slowly and deliberately picked up his shorts and slipped them on, standing on bare feet; fine sand and small stones annoyingly finding their way between his toes and under his nails.

The Sheriff walked to his daughter’s clothes; they were laid in a dusty pile at the water’s edge. He picked them up and took them to her, his eyes never leaving Joshua for more than an instant. Passing his daughter her clothes he growled at her to put them on. Charlotte stayed mute as she accepted them began to dress under the towel.

“R*pe is a very serious matter in this county” He said.

“R*pe?” Joshua laughed “You know there was no r*pe involved here”

“It must be r*pe mister”

“Charlotte tell him” She looked up and stared at both men blankly.

“She can’t talk, you have” he paused for a second looking for the right word “Traumatised her, that’s what you have done, I should shoot you where you stand”

Joshua knew he wasn’t going to talk his way out of this but he was also pretty sure the sheriff would not shoot him. He seemed genuinely upset, which made Joshua think he was probably a decent man, he knew the truth, but could be forgiven for starting to make excuses for his daughter’s behaviour. As he thought further he knew he had not committed a crime and realised the sheriff would want as few people as possible to know about this, so chances were he wouldn’t be arrested. That just left the probability that some good old boy justice would most likely be coming his way and Joshua didn’t fancy that. The Sheriff had already given him a good kick, Joshua accepted that, even though he felt it was undeserved. He genuinely didn’t know Charlotte was his daughter.

He began to think about the state line with Texas knowing it was not too far, that would be the safest place now, Louisiana was closed to him for a while; it was time to re-plan the summer. Finally deciding that the only way to escape would be to put the Sheriff down and make sure he stayed down, at least until he got over the state line.

Charlotte was struggling to put her bra on when the towel she was holding to her breast slipped exposing a nipple. Her father growled at her to cover herself and Joshua took the opportunity to slowly move and pick up his woollen blanket they had set down to lay on. After rolling it into a ball he motioned towards Charlotte, requesting permission to hand it to her, the Sheriff nodded.

Moving forward until he was almost level with the girl Joshua quickly pulled his arm back and tossed the blanket at the Sheriffs face whilst simultaneously darting to his left, away from the barrel of the pistol.

The Sheriff raised his hand to either catch or fend off the towel and Joshua darted forward, kicking him in the crotch with top of his foot, being careful not to stub any of his toes. As the other man doubled over in pain Joshua barged into him shoulder first managing to move the arm holding the gun away from both Charlotte and himself towards the sky.

The older man had still not recovered from his initial surprise when he was grabbed by the throat with Joshua’s other hand which lifted his head, and as the sheriff’s face came in to range Joshua head butted him on the nose. He then brought the wrist holding the gun safely around and pulled it from the sheriff’s grasp, before letting him go and allowing him to fall to the ground.

Joshua threw the gun into the creek and then made sure the Sheriff was alright. He checked his mouth for broken teeth and placed him on his side before taking the keys to his cruiser from his pocket and the radio off his belt and throwing them in to the water after the pistol.

He had disabled the sheriff for the rest of the day without doing any permanent damage, he might be uncomfortable for a week or so with the nose; and he would be a little bit uglier but Joshua guessed once the bruises had gone no one would notice the difference. He was pleased that he had not hurt the other man badly and walked back to his clothes and finished dressing.

He pulled his jeans over the shorts he was already wearing and then he washed his feet in the creek and put on two pairs of socks and his boots. The Sheriff groaned.

“I’m sorry mate, it’s my fault not yours, but I didn’t think you would let it go, if you had been in the same position” he said leaving the end of statement unfinished.

He walked to the shack and quickly started to pack his things back in to his rucksack, once he was sure he had everything he went back outside to get the blanket Charlotte was wearing. She had not moved since Joshua had disarmed her father and sat staring at the water.

“He’s going to be alright I promise” There was no response. “You’re gonna be alright?”

She didn’t reply.

“Oi! Charlotte!” raising his voice and getting her attention, she looked at him but remained mute. He found one of the crochet blankets that had been on the mattress when he arrived and carried it back to her.

“You’ll be ok” He said as he bent down next to her and swapped the crochet blanket for his own.

“Look don’t worry love, he will be as right as rain in a couple of hours” He looked into her watery green eyes. “Tell him I’m sorry” And then he put his blanket away, put on his rucksack and walked away.

One more final part to come.

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By *otonfoxMan over a year ago

Southampton

I can’t wait for the next instalment

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"I can’t wait for the next instalment "

All shall be revealed tomorrow. Thank you for taking the time to read it.

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The final instalment.

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Joshua had thrown the sheriffs car keys into the creek without thinking and was beginning to regret it now. After leaving the Sheriff and the girl he thought he would be able to take a leisurely stroll to the Sabine River which was the state line with Texas and as he was strolling he imagined that the Sheriff would come around, his daughter would be dressed, she would check to see if he was alright and they would talk. The Sheriff would get over his initial anger and then he would understand that his daughter was not happy waiting tables in a small town and he would support her as she left, giving her a chance to live a long and happy life, after all they were family and isn’t that how families worked?

He never once thought that she would go to his car; radio back to his office and tell them what had happened; and he definitely never imagined that within thirty minutes he would be getting chased by men with dogs, but he figured that’s what must she must have done. He decided that it just proves you never really truly know anyone.

He reached the boundary between the field and the road, he knew it would be easier to cover the ground to the state line this way but it was also more of a risk. He didn’t know if everyone looking for him was in the group behind or if there were others in vehicles. He would just have to keep a good look out, trucks were probably safe but if any other vehicle came along he would have to return to the fields. He reached a gap in the in the Mertyle trees that made up the field border and took his rucksack from his shoulder. He threw it over the small bush, he heard it land heavily on the asphalt and he then climbed over himself and crouched at the roadside.

Looking up and down the road he could see nothing coming. The road itself was a straight two lane blacktop that was in good repair. Putting his bag on again he set off running.

Unsure where the state line was exactly he had a good natural sense of direction and trusted his instincts but even if his instincts were wrong he was definitely running in the opposite direction of Prague so it didn’t really matter anyway. This road ran along a barren part of the world, there was little to see but ploughed fields and the odd copse of trees.

Looking back the way he had come he glimpsed the chasing group where he had emerged from the toothache trees. His lead was still a good couple of minutes and he didn’t want to lose any of it and sped up.

After a mile or so he slowed to a jog the heat was starting to have an effect. He was tired, thirsty and beginning to feel sick, he couldn‘t carry on much longer. In the distance he could see a driveway breaking the fence line that looked to lead to a farm. There was a house painted in white with a red shingle roof surrounded by several outbuildings that he thought might be barns. His shirt was still sticking to him and he had to stop to wipe the perspiration from his forehead again before it went in to his eyes. An idea came to him and he sprinted towards the farm.

Arriving at the foot of the drive he climbed a closed gate, managing it easily enough and getting a glimpse further down the road. He could see six men with four dogs on long leashes where he had left the field. He dropped from the gate and headed up towards the farm. The house was made from white wooden boards, it had a raised porch on which sat a table and several chairs but there seemed to be no one around. There was a tap below the raised porch , he took a second to unfasten the hose pipe attached to it and then he switched it on and he drank the tepid water it threw out greedily. With his thirst quenched he ran around the house aiming for the barns in the hope he might find a vehicle in one of them but stopped when he came upon a paddock. He had not seen it from the road, the house had blocked his view and in the paddock was a Chestnut Stallion.

The horse neighed as he turned the corner and moved away from the fence in to the middle of the paddock. As Joshua looked it flicked it’s ears and swung its tail. He had spooked it. He walked slowly to the fence and tutted to the animal who watched him closely. Joshua encouraged the horse back to the fence, talking gently to him. The eras stopped flickering and the horse let out a snort and then gently approached the fence finally, putting its head over letting Joshua massage its neck.

Next to the paddock was a stable, leaving the horse he quickly ducked inside and found six stalls, three to either side with a path down the middle and in the end one on the left he found saddle blankets and four saddles. He picked up one of the blankets randomly before spending a moment looking for the biggest saddle, picking it up he took both with him back to the paddock. He placed the saddle and the blanket on the fence before gently climbing over himself and approached the now calm Stallion.

Standing to the horse’s right he gently ushered it back to the fence keeping it to his left. Being right-handed Joshua wanted the horse on that side to make it easier to saddle. Having to work quickly, thinking there was the wailing of a siren in the distance he gently stroked his nose and clucked at the horse as he picked up the blanket and placed it on his back. The horse seemed well ridden and he accepted the blanket easily enough allowing Joshua to bend down and pick up the saddle. Before he did though he placed the right stirrup and cinch over the seat so that they didn’t hit and startle the horse. He swung the saddle up lifting it high enough so none of the flaps hit its flank before gently lowering it in to place. Finally, Joshua reached underneath and pulled the girth strap, grabbing it and running the Latigo through the rings, tightening the cinch. Once that was done he would have liked to have checked everything for tightness but didn’t have the time so as gently as he could he climbed on board. The horse initially was skittish but Joshua felt comfortable, he pulled the reins and turned its head before gently nudging its flank with his ankles, encouraging it towards the gate at the far end of the paddock.

“Get off that horse mister” came a voice from near the stable.

Joshua turned around in the saddle and saw a man pointing a handgun at him for the second time that day.

“I said get off that horse mister or I swear I will shoot you off it”.

He waited a second and then turned the horse so its flank was facing the man. He could sense the man was nervous, he was sweating and his arm was shaking slightly. He was also alone.

“I only need to borrow the horse”

“You aint gonna borrow nothing, you are gonna stay here and wait for the Sheriff”

“Is it your horse?” Joshua asked.

“It aint yours” the man replied.

“You want to shoot the horse?”

“I aint gonna shoot the horse”

Joshua made a decision.

“I don’t think you are going to shoot” he said as he slid halfway down the opposite flank of the animal, putting its body between himself and the man and kicked his heels at the same time.

The horse started to move and Joshua held on as tightly as he could. His rucksack still on his back was trying to pull him off the horse onto the ground. He held on tighter and headed towards the paddock fence and as he approached it, he pulled himself back up in to the saddle, kicked the horses flank and pushed the reigns forward. A moment later with his heart in his mouth he felt the horse jump, they sailed over the fence and moved towards another field. He looked back and the man had lowered his gun and was been joined by the group with the dogs. He could see the police car at the bottom of the drive leading up to the house, its door was open and a lone figure sat on top of the gate watching him. It didn’t matter now, the horse easily moved to a gallop and a minute later he was almost out of sight.

Joshua looked back and laughed out loudly, he was now a man with and horse.

Well that’s the end of that little escapade, there were many more over the time spent in the good old U.S of A and The Vicar may post more at some point.

The Vicar is always looking for inspiration and muses for other stories so if you want to help him with some new experiences and adventures, then don’t be afraid to message.

His thoughts have been turning to a very interesting young lady he met not too long ago and hers is a story that should be shared. So if you enjoyed this, there are others here if you want to search for them and “The Fathers Daughter” will be along in the next week or so.

Happy Fabbing and Bless You

V xx

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By *otonfoxMan over a year ago

Southampton

Excellent and very well written Vicar

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

Thank you.

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By *oodhe1Man over a year ago

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"The final instalment.

If you read it and enjoyed it then please let The Vicar know or at least give it a bump so hopefully others might find it.

Thank you for reading.

Looking up and down the road he could see nothing coming. The road itself was a straight two lane blacktop that was in good repair. Putting his bag on again he set off running.

“Get off that horse mister” came a voice from near the stable.

Joshua turned around in the saddle and saw a man pointing a handgun at him for the second time that day.

“I said get off that horse mister or I swear I will shoot you off it”.

He waited a second and then turned the horse so its flank was facing the man. He could sense the man was nervous, he was sweating and his arm was shaking slightly. He was also alone.

“I only need to borrow the horse”

“You aint gonna borrow nothing, you are gonna stay here and wait for the Sheriff”

“Is it your horse?” Joshua asked.

“It aint yours” the man replied.

“You want to shoot the horse?”

“I aint gonna shoot the horse”

Joshua made a decision.

“I don’t think you are going to shoot” he said as he slid halfway down the opposite flank of the animal, putting its body between himself and the man and kicked his heels at the same time.

Joshua looked back and laughed out loudly, he was now a man with and horse.

Well that’s the end of that little escapade, there were many more over the time spent in the good old U.S of A and The Vicar may post more at some point.

The Vicar is always looking for inspiration and muses for other stories so if you want to help him with some new experiences and adventures, then don’t be afraid to message.

Happy Fabbing and Bless You

V xx

I learnt to five in the saline

Near the leeve near the turbine. Livrd in Pune ville for five years ...great story I know what the Southern gals are like

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

I learnt to five in the saline

Near the leeve near the turbine.

Livrd in Pune ville for five years ...great story I know what the Southern gals are like

They are beautiful, sassy, straightforward and most of them are tougher than me. lol.

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By *oodhe1Man over a year ago

Coleford

"I learnt to dive in the sabine

Near the leeve near the turbine.

Lived in Pineville for five years ...great story I know what the Southern gals are like

They are beautiful, sassy, straightforward and most of them are tougher than me. lol.

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