As mentioned in my story My Journey Into An FLR, here is a continuation which delves deeper into an episode that stands out in Jason and Anna’s shared history—a camping trip they embarked on to mark their anniversary. While some elements draw from truth, this narrative leans heavily into the fictional, offering a more vivid retelling of their adventure. During their stay in the wilderness, the couple encountered two women whose presence would, unbeknownst to them, enrich and solidify their relationship. The new friendships blossomed, influenced by a chemistry that neither couple could deny. Intimacy and adventure interwove, blurring the line between friendship and something more far more daring. Their time together explored the boundaries of trust, freedom, and love, setting the stage for nineteen immersive chapters that chronicle profound discoveries, and emotional revelations. If you haven’t read the Journey, I suggest you do before starting this new story. New to this story? Start with Chapter 1! Thank you for reading! – RG John
Chapter 2
Beyond the watch tower, down near the edge of the woods, nestled in a clearing, stood a small rustic cabin. Weathered like the tower, but still standing strong.
“Let’s check it out,” I said, already moving toward it.
Anna reached into her pack and pulled out a key. She walked up to the front door, unlocked the padlock, and pushed it open with a creak.
A faint musty scent greeted us, the kind of smell that spoke of time and dust and quiet, undisturbed stillness. But once inside, we were both surprised at how intact everything was. The main room held a small, functional kitchen, with a small table and chairs, a large stone fireplace built into the center wall, and simple but solid furniture… a worn sofa, a pair of armchairs, a coffee table, and a bearskin rug spread out in front of the hearth. Dusty white sheets covered the furniture, untouched for who knows how long.
Beyond that was a narrow hallway that led to a bathroom, which wasn’t much bigger than a closet but had a toilet and a small shower stall. On the other side of the hallway was a small bedroom with two sets of bunk beds. There were no frills here… just bare bulbs dangling from the ceiling and the bare necessities… but it felt oddly cozy, like it was waiting for us.
In one corner sat a pair of old kerosene lamps, just in case the generator didn’t cooperate.
There were cabinets over the sink and I opened one and was surprised to see that it was stocked with all kinds of canned foods. “Wow, look at this,” I said.
Anna was surprised when she saw all the canned goods. “Do you think they are still good?”
“Absolutely. As long as they have not been opened, canned goods will last for five or so years. The cabin is shaded by the woods so they shouldn’t have spoiled. I can tell if they have when I open them. I can make us some nice meals with these,” I said.
“That will beat the stuff we brought,” Anna said.
“Why don’t we clean up in here before we explore the tower?” I said, already feeling a sense of ownership over the space.
“You check the generator, see if there’s any fuel. I’ll pull the sheets and sweep up a bit,” Anna replied, already rolling up her sleeves with that get-it-done spark in her eyes.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Leaving Anna in the cabin, I stepped outside and spotted a nearby shed—also locked. I headed back inside, grabbed the key from Anna, and returned to open it. Inside, I found a portable generator, a couple of gas cans—both partially filled—and some tools. There wasn’t a lot of fuel, so we’d need to be mindful of how we used it. I saw in the corner that there were a couple of butane tanks… one with full pressure the other half empty and figured the small appliance in the cabin was run by butane so we could cook there.
I rolled the generator over to a concrete platform where thick cables led to the cabin. After filling the tank, I adjusted the choke and dribbled a little gas into the carburetor. A few pulls on the cord later, it sputtered, coughed, then finally came to life with a steady growl. I let it run for a few minutes, satisfied it was working properly, then shut it down for now and headed back inside to help Anna.
She’d already stripped the sheets from the furniture and was sweeping dust into tidy piles. The space was still rustic, but with a little effort, it was beginning to feel more like a home.
I grabbed a broom from her and grinned. “This place has character.”
“A lot better than sleeping in a pup tent,” Anna replied, smiling. “I think this cabin was built once the tower was closed as a fire watch, so it really isn’t that old… maybe ten years. It probably hasn’t been used much either.”
We unpacked our food onto the counter, arranging it for easy access. I wasn’t sure about the well water, but drinking water wouldn’t be a problem. I’d brought a portable filter, and if we ran low, the waterfall below would easily provide all we needed. If it came to it, we could even shower there… and after I thought of it, that might be more fun.
Once the main cabin was in order, we set off up the hill to explore the tower. A set of steep steel steps led to the top. I offered to go first, wanting to test their strength, especially since I outweighed Anna. Thankfully, the steps held firm, and once I was confident they were safe, Anna joined me.
The view from the tower balcony was nothing short of breathtaking. With no overgrowth to block the horizon, we had an unobstructed view of the entire valley, bathed in bright sunlight. When Anna reached the top, her eyes went wide with wonder. For a while, we simply stood in silence, letting the moment settle in.
The old ranger cabin up there was weathered, but appeared solid. The wooden door sagged a little, but it was something I could fix with the tools from the shed. Inside, it was simple and utilitarian: counters, worn cabinets, and two cots stripped down to their bare springs. It didn’t matter… we’d brought our double sleeping bags, more than enough if we decided to spend the night up here. In addition to the chairs out on the balcony, inside, there were three wooden chairs and table we could use to eat our meals on.
There were also pots and pans, plastic dinner plates, bowls, cups and glasses along with some silverware. Everything I would need to make some basic meals here as well. It was apparently meant to be self sufficient for rangers to stay overnight.
A small potbelly stove sat near the corner with a few pieces of firewood stacked beside it. I spotted a hatchet, so more wood could be cut and brought in if needed. It was warm now, but up here the nights got chilly fast. The idea of snuggling together under the stars was more than a little appealing.
Windows wrapped around the entire cabin, offering sweeping panoramic views. Several of them opened and had screens, allowing us to let in the breeze without the bugs. The weather looked perfect… clear skies, no storms in the forecast, so the tower felt safe, tight, and inviting. It had a charm from a bygone era, built before satellites and drones replaced human eyes on the landscape. There was something deeply romantic about its solitude, its simplicity. It felt like a forgotten place that had been waiting for us.
Anna and I set to work tidying this space too. Debris had collected over time… wood scraps, rusted cans, bottles, and other remnants from previous occupants. Anna, ever prepared, had packed trash bags, and we used them to gather up the man-made waste to carry out with us. The natural wood debris we tossed down the hillside. There was also a broom up here which we used to sweep the floor clean.
I had brought along a compact butane heater for Anna’s morning coffee and any food we might be able to cook. I had two battery-powered lamps, enough light for the us if we chose to stay up here overnight. Everything was coming together. Slowly but surely, this rugged old tower was turning into something special.
I checked in the cabinets and found even more canned food. It seemed to be a little older than the food in the main cabin. It would still be good. I could cook up some nice vegetarian meals. We wouldn’t have to eat MRE’s the entire time.
Anna and I stepped out onto the wraparound balcony, slowly circling the cabin to take in the view from every angle. The valley stretched endlessly in every direction, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. We stood close, letting the serenity and beauty of the place settle over us like a gentle blanket. It was impossible not to feel like the luckiest people alive.
I stepped back for a moment and raised my camera, capturing Anna as she gazed out over the mountains. The breeze caught her hair, lifting it gently, and something in her posture radiated a calm I’d never seen in her before.
The wind tugged at her shirt, parting it just enough to reveal the soft curves of her breasts beneath the thin white fabric. Her nipples, hard and prominent, pushed through the material, utterly mesmerizing. Her waist, her hips, her legs—all of her was impossibly gorgeous. My heart pounded, and I could feel myself straining helplessly in the cage, utterly captivated. God, I loved this woman so much it hurt. I was the luckiest man alive.
“This is probably the most romantic honeymoon anyone’s ever had,” Anna said softly, her voice filled with wonder.
I smiled and nodded. “I couldn’t agree more.”
I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms, and a moment later, our mouths met in a hungry, breath-stealing kiss. My hands slid down to her firm, perfect ass, and she let out a soft moan against my lips.
Then she pulled back, smiling wickedly. “Down, boy. I’m still recovering from all those climaxes at the falls.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
She laughed, eyes dancing. “Don’t worry. I plan to put that mouth of yours to good use while we’re up here. You might need a week for your tongue to recover after this trip.
“Promises, promises,” I teased, grinning.
Then she glanced up at me, a playful glint in her eye. “I have to pee.”
The sudden shift caught me off guard, and I chuckled. “I was about to say you should’ve thought of that before we climbed all the way up here… but honestly? I need to go too.”
I laughed again. “At least I can just pee off the side with no problem.”
Anna rolled her eyes. “Must be nice. That’s a little trickier for me.”
I glanced around the balcony, taking in the panoramic view and noticing the outcropping platforms that extended from each side of the deck. They looked like old ranger lookout points, but one of them had something curious. There, in the center, was a round hole, about two feet across, covered by a mesh screen and framed by an aluminum funnel. A pipe extended from the funnel, running straight down to the ground below.
“Looks like one of the rangers got creative,” I said, pointing it out. “Probably didn’t feel like climbing down every time nature called… or peeing in a bottle.”
“Gross,” Anna said with a mock grimace.
I grinned. “Guys are used to peeing outside. We do it all the time.”
She shot me a skeptical look. “When exactly do you pee outside… other than when we go hiking or camping?”
“Well, when we play golf, for one… or back in the old days when we drank too much and there was nothing but an alley close by,” I said casually.
Her eyes widened. “You pee on the golf course?”
“Well… I used to,” I admitted. “But with my cage now, it could get a little messy.”
“You’re not kidding,” she said, staring at me in astonishment.
I shrugged. “Guys do what guys do.”
Anna shook her head in exaggerated dismay. “Guys.”
Anna followed my gaze, then smirked. “Okay, since we are roughing it, let’s try it out. You first. Get naked.”
“Get naked?” I echoed, blinking.
“Yes,” she said, her grin widening. “You know the rule. You’re supposed to be naked in the house.”
I raised an eyebrow. “This is not exactly a house.”
Her amused, commanding look said everything. With a sigh, I shrugged and started peeling off my clothes. In seconds, I was standing there with nothing on but my boots, and my cage. I felt absurdly exposed. There wasn’t another soul around, just birds gliding on the wind, but still… I flushed with vulnerability.
Anna stepped closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. She grabbed me gently by the cage and guided me toward the platform. Then, without a word, she knelt, unlocked it, and slid the device off.
“I don’t want this getting messy,” she said simply, holding it up. “So when you need to go, we’ll take it off.”
The implication was clear—I’d now have to ask her every time I needed to pee. Humiliating? A little. But also oddly thrilling.
As always, the moment the cage came off, my body betrayed me. I started to swell almost immediately. Anna, of course, was ready. With a swift flick of her finger, she shut that down, and I groaned.
She laughed quietly, reached down, and held me. “Damn… this is smaller than I remembered. It has to be shrinking.”
I didn’t laugh. I felt my face flush red. She might’ve been right.
Still holding me, she guided me into position over the funnel, giggling like a kid with a garden hose. “Keep still,” she teased, her hand steadying me as I finally began to relieve myself. She swirled me gently as I went, directing the stream with exaggerated precision. She giggled again. I could hardly believe how much she was enjoying it.
By the time I finished, I was hard again of course. She smirked and gave me a look.
“You’re so easy.”
I shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “Well… when you’re holding me like that, what do you expect? It doesn’t happen that often.”
Anna straightened and dusted off her hands. “You know, you’re right. Maybe I’ll have to take hold of it more often… including your balls.”
I groaned at what she might have meant. Surprisingly she didn’t put my cage back on right away, leaving me standing there with a perpetual hard-on.
“Okay, my turn,” she said.
I nodded and started to turn away. “I’ll go around the other side and give you privacy.”
But she stopped me with a tilt of her head and a mischievous smile. “You can stay.”
I froze. Her words hit me like a jolt. My brain scrambled to process them… and my body responded before I could and my penis grew harder. It occurred to me that she might have wanted to see my reaction to what she was suggesting.
Anna noticed, of course. She saw the way I hardened and just shook her head, clearly amused. She didn’t say anything as she stepped back and slowly unbuttoned her safari shorts. With calm confidence, she pushed them down and let them fall, revealing herself completely. I was fully erect and pulsing, my heart thudding in my chest. My hands trembled slightly. I felt ridiculous, like a nervous teenager, but something about this was deeply intimate, more than I’d expected. I had never seen her pee before. Yes, in the old days, I had been in the bathroom when she did her business behind the toilet door. But this was very different.
She squatted over the funnel, facing me, her eyes never leaving mine. I could hardly breathe. I started to look away but she said, “You can watch.”
I gasped.
Then she began to pee.
It was strangely beautiful… natural, unguarded, and quietly vulnerable. Actually, I’d never seen any woman do this before, not like this. Her stream came in a glistening rush, and the sound of it echoed faintly down the pipe. I was transfixed, completely overwhelmed by the moment. My arousal spiked to unbearable levels, and I had to fight the aching urge to… well to lose control.
When she finished, she looked up casually and said, “Toilet paper, please.”
“Oh!” I blinked, snapping out of my daze. I darted into the cabin and rummaged through the small daypack we’d brought up.
My stomach dropped. I hadn’t packed any. Of course, I knew we had some in the bigger backpack. Down below.
“I didn’t bring any up with me,” I admitted. “I can run back down and grab some.”
Anna sighed, placing her hands on her hips, still gloriously naked from the waist down. “Didn’t I tell you to put some in every pack?”
“Yes,” I said sheepishly. “I forgot. You can use my shirt if you want. I’ll get it.”
She shook her head. “No. We don’t have any way to wash clothes, other than maybe the stream. I think there’s a better solution.”
I looked at her, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
Her eyes locked onto mine, and a slow, deliberate smirk curved her lips. “On your knees.”
I blinked. “Wait… what?”
She raised an eyebrow. “You know you’re really going to get it tonight for disobedience. And forgetting the toilet paper… that’s just icing on the cake.”
My heart pounded, and my penis throbbed as pressure surged through me. I thought I was going to get a reprieve for the vacation, but apparently not. I hadn’t seen her put any discipline equipment into her pack so I wondered if she was just going spank me with her hand or the dreaded hair brush. She hadn’t done that often, but when she did, she really blistered my ass.
“Okay, okay,” I murmured, lowering myself to my knees. A shiver of nervous anticipation ran down my spine. This was something more than kink—something raw, unfiltered, and deeply intimate.
Anna stepped forward, her gaze unflinching. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I noticed a faint shimmer between her thighs, the unflinching truth of the moment stirring a fresh wave of arousal that I couldn’t control.
She straddled my face, lowering herself slowly, deliberately.
A second later, my tongue met her warmth, and I nearly lost it. The taste of her, the scent of her, the electric closeness of her skin… it was overwhelming. I licked around her gently at first, tracing her sensitive lips, savoring the feeling of being completely beneath her… my favorite place.
