The Innimincka Affair

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by Robert Chalmers


  "Oh yes Cooper, please please please .... oh Cooper, pleaseeee." Rebecca was almost shouting by now as Cooers hand pressed against the mound of her sex. Not for nothing was this called "The Mountain of Venus" she thought as stars began to burst inside her. Cooper slid her panties down over her ankles and dropped the tiny particle of clothing on the floor. He gently slid his hand back up her legs and at her knees slowly put a little pressure on them to move them apart. He moved his hand all the way up until his finger tips just touched the swollen and glistening lips of Rebecca's sex. She let out a moan of ecstasy as he began to brush her swollen parts, alternately slipping a finger just inside then out again.

  Rebecca's hand found Cooper's swollen sex, and he almost collapsed onto his back when she took him between her thumb and forefinger and gently began to draw back and forth along the length of it. He was gasping and shuddering with pleasure, his desire evident in the far away look in his eyes as he began to dwell in some inner place where only pleasure and desire lived.

  "Take me with you." Rebecca whispered as she urged him to rise above her, her legs wide and knees raised slightly now as Cooper poised himself just above her. Rebecca could feel herself opening ready for him, the wetness intensifying every movement of her muscles. Slowly Cooper entered her. He knew it had been a long time for Rebecca, as it had been for him. He was determined not to rush into her and ravish her in the madness of his burning desire to take her. As he entered her ever so slowly, Rebecca could feel the air rushing out of her, a long drawn out sigh was coming from her mouth and she thought she was going to drown in depths of the pleasure that was overwhelming her. Her hips rose up to meet him, as repeatedly he drew back then forward again, each movement drawing a longer sighing moan from Cooper and an increasingly frantic wail from Rebecca. Suddenly Cooper began to grip Rebecca's shoulders frantically as he fought to hold on long enough for Rebecca to reach her zenith. With a scream that could have been heard in the far way campsite, she suddenly lurched upwards, her whole body flailing against Cooper as she tried to take every particle of him inside her, against her, all around her. Coopers blazing body felt her release surging through her, and the resulting spasms of her body pushed him over the cliff that he had been teetering on. Cooper felt himself falling into the abyss of pleasure that Rebecca had drawn him into. He hurtled forward, crashing against the walls of the pleasure temple of Rebecca's desire, until finally all movement stopped, and he lifted his head in wonder to find himself with Rebeca clasped tightly in his arms, an expression of pure contentment and wonder on her face.

  While they both waited for the eddies and currents to subside, Rebecca was drawing tiny circles on Coopers face with one tiny fingernail. Cooper moved to lay down beside her, but Rebecca locked him in place with her legs wrapped around him, and just smiled and shook her head slowly. Her movement had been like an electric shock going through his whole body, and Cooper was instantly erect. Rebecca smiled and began to move slowly against him.

  The darkness outside was absolute, and the two aboriginal women and Billy could not be seen as they quietly padded away from the homestead to return to the deep desert country and plains that were their home.

  Chapter 8

  The morning sun was streaming in through the wide front door and lighting up the spacious lounge come living room. Dust motes drifted in the still air, as not a breath was stirring yet. The old house creaked and cracked, and the iron roof was popping as the sun warmed it. Cooper and Rebecca were both fast asleep still. Slowly the sun crept across the floor of the bedroom, until it was shining full on the bed. This was the full on Central Australian desert sun. So it was immediately hot. Cooper blinked awake in shock as the sun hit his face. He had forgotten to close the curtains last night and now he tried to extricate himself from the tangle of sheets and legs and arms to get up and close them. He was also desperately in need of the bathroom, so he continued on past the window to the bathroom after flicking the curtains closed, and was soon back on the bed. It was already too hot in the house to stay in bed, and Rebecca sprang out of bed, coyly hugging the sheets to herself, and went into the bathroom closing the door behind her. Presently Cooper heard the shower running, so he rummaged around for some fresh clothes and underwear.

  'Chickens?' He thought. Almost the first thing he was thinking about, and he turned it over in his mind trying to grasp the meaning of it. 'I don't even have any chickens?' He couldn't pin it down, but he knew it was important. So now he had two things to worry about. People trespassing on his property, upsetting the traditional owners, as well as himself of course, and in addition to that a lack of chickens. Hmmm. "Which," he said aloud "is the more important of those two?” It didn't take him long. The illegal entries he could deal with in a number of ways. Some less pleasant than others. But Rebecca had suddenly become the most important person in his life, and if she wanted chickens, by God she would have chickens.

  "Rebecca." He called softly through the door now that the shower had stopped.

  "Yes Cooper." She replied.

  "You mentioned something that you had found out from London, last night before we, um, er... became distracted." He actually flushed slightly, his cheeks reddening. He felt like a schoolboy caught out with a cigarette. This was silly, he was a grown man for goodness sake.

  "Yes, my friend in MI5 told me he was taking care of those people. When I mentioned Momo the arms dealer, they became very worried. I could hear phones ringing and people rushing about in the background. He did say someone would be here very soon. I'm not too sure, but I got the feeling that they would not be coming out here on a commercial flight via two or three stopovers. It sounded much more urgent than that."

  "Well to hell with them." Said Cooper out loud. "We have things to do this morning. My station men are being held prisoner about twenty five or so miles from here and I have to rescue them. I think Billy wants to spear the intruders. I hope he doesn't. Well, not yet anyway. But he and his people are very upset. These people have really offended them, and I am sure, although he didn't say, that something else has happened as well. I know the local people, and it takes a lot to draw them out of the desert fastness now."

  Rebecca came out of the bathroom door, drying her hair with a towel. She looked at Cooper with a grave look on her face. She was obviously worried about the whole thing, and she had been thinking. If she hadn't come out here, would these people be on Coopers property in the first place. If she had conducted the business - insisting on doing so - from her London office, then maybe none of this would have happened. She voiced her concerns to Cooper as she went and found her suitcase, and dragged it into the bedroom. Cooper went and stood just outside the door, his back turned while Rebecca got dressed. He didn't feel at all comfortable being in the same room while she did this. They weren't married, and disregarding last night, 'How can I disregard that!' He thought in amazement, instantly becoming aroused again as his thoughts momentarily dwelt on their activities, but never the less, he knew that a girl needed her privacy. He was not sure what for, but as the aboriginal women called it, 'secret women's business', it was better he didn't ask, so he removed himself and gave her her privacy.

  "You needn't worry on that score my darling..." His voice choked a little. He hadn't ever used that word to anyone, and the surprise of it gave him pause. Rebecca came out to stand before him. He was about to begin apologising as Rebecca looked up at him, but her smile was wistful and soft. She put a finger on his lips.

  "Don't you dare apologise my big Aussie. It's the nicest word anyone has ever called me, especially as I know you mean it. She brushed a kiss across his lips, thinking as she did so that she had become very attached to his beautiful mouth and that wonderful arches bow. And there were now a few other things she was very attached to. 'Like his whole body.' She smiled as the thought of it. Cooper was very relieved, he thought for sure he had upset her again. He had had enough of upsetting her. Instead of answering her he bent down and returned the kiss, lingering as long as he
was able to without wanting to carry her off to the bedroom again.

  "Cooper, behave..." Rebecca admonished him gently. They both smiled and headed for the kitchen by mutual consent. Cooper got to the door of the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks. It had suddenly hit him. Chickens. Of course chickens. Chickens laid eggs, and he had no eggs. A 'full English Breakfast' - which he was sure Rebecca would want, required eggs. All he had was powdered eggs like some Antarctic explorer. He smacked his forehead in despair and frustration. He had brought Rebecca all this way without even thinking about what they would eat. Rebecca stood watching him. She could almost see the wheels turning. She was very good at reading people, and she loved this man and... Rebecca's thoughts lurched to a stop. 'I love this man.' She thought. 'Not just because of the sex, although that was very nice,' but she knew in her heart of hearts that it was a truth.

  "Cooper..." Rebecca suddenly realised that here in the kitchen doorway, she didn't know how to proceed. Her, a world class lawyer capable of stopping judges in their speeches. She tried again. "Cooper my darling." She said in a very low voice, not sure how it felt in her mouth to be saying it. "My darling." She said again softly, looking directly at Cooper, gazing into his deep blue eyes and feeling herself being drawn into the whirlpool all over again. She clutched at his arm.

  "Cooper, please. Breakfast. We have things to do. Places to go." She forced her thoughts back on track. There were men in danger out there. They were in danger in fact. Almost by mutual recognition, they both remembered the New World aeroplane out there on the landing strip, even now simmering under the rapidly ascending sun. That meant who ever owned it was coming back here. Rebecca said,

  "Their aeroplane." Almost at the same instant as Cooper said "The New World plane..." Reality came crashing back. Their personal discoveries would have to wait. They hurried into the kitchen and Cooper soon had some bacon from the freezer, tomatoes from the same source, and bread ... from the same source all sizzling away on the vast top of the stove. Gas meant that it was hot instantly, and the size of the range was something to behold. Rebecca stood back and left Cooper to it. It was obvious that originally it had been a wood or coal perhaps fuelled stove, but converted to gas at some point. It occupied almost an entire wall of the kitchen. Rebecca was totally enjoying watching Cooper. So self assured, so capable. Ok, so they lacked fresh foods. This was a very remote place after all. Obviously he was not here all that often either. So frozen rations it had to be. Oh how he needed a woman in his life - and a house keeper. Rebecca looked about her. This place was vast, and there was no way she would be capable of bringing it back to life on her own. At the very least it would need the help of at least two housekeepers, a couple of gardeners and who knew who else. She smiled at the thought. Perhaps, just perhaps Cooper would be happy in a much kinder climate, in an already established house, with her in it - of course. She smiled.

  Cooper couldn’t take his eyes off her. She seemed to be blocking everything else out of his sight and thoughts. He burnt his fingers on the bacon, he burnt his fingers on the stove top, he almost let the fry pan fall to the floor he was so busy watching Rebecca. He knew he had to concentrate on the problems outside. They were very big problems, and men were in danger. His men, his friends. Finally, he had the light meal served up and they hurriedly ate, almost reluctant to sit at the table. They drank almost a jug of fruit juice from the refrigerator, and Cooper flung the dishes into the sink.

  “Later.” He said. “We have to work out what to do. Firstly, a call to the police in Innamincka, to find out what they are doing. I called them last night as soon as I got in. They should have got back to us by now. I need to find out why not. Then I have to get you to the hotel there.” He held up his hand as Rebecca started to protest that she wasn’t leaving him.

  “No Rebecca. It’s far too dangerous for you to stay here. We fly out now. Right now, to Innamincka. Then I’ll come back and sort this out. Rebecca, I’ve only just found you…” Cooper stumbled over the unfamiliar words.

  “I don’t want to lose you. I. love you.”

  Rebecca was vaguely frightened. But Cooper was here with her. What harm could she come to, and he might need her. Why would they attack Cooper’s property, or his men in fact? Would they attack the homestead if they knew Cooper was here? Almost in answer to her unspoken question a rifle shot rang out, the actual sound of the bullet could be heard travelling past the house then it slammed into the front tyre of their plane with a loud bang and a hiss of escaping air. A second shot smashed the windscreen. Cooper was already running for the rifles Rebecca had left leaning against the large wooden table in the main lounge room. The boxes of cartridges were open on the table, and he could see spare magazines there as well. ‘Good girl.’ He thought.

  “Sorry Rebecca.” He said through clenched teeth, “We won’t be going to the hotel after all.” He picked up the phone. Rebecca wondered how he was going to call anyone. As if reading her thoughts, he said in an aside.

  “Wireless telephone. No cables out this way.” A big smile lit his face. He pointed to her laptop as he was waiting for the call to establish. “Can you contact your people and let them know what’s happening?” Rebecca jumped for her laptop. There had been no other shots, but she was staying low, and out of sight of the windows. Skype was still running, as the computer hadn’t been turned off last night. She had momentary thoughts of what could be heard in a far off country with the video link still open to her friend and researcher.

  Rebecca started the tone to call her friend to the screen. It took only a moment and Kali was there on the screen.

  “What’s up Rebecca?” She asked. “Are you still in the Australian outback with that gorgeous hunk?” Kali smiled mischievously. “Yes, I’ve looked up photographs of him. Very nice.” She then saw that Rebecca was looking very worried. “Rebecca…” She started to say.

  “Kali, we are under attack! Can you believe it; someone is shooting at us. Well, at our aeroplane anyway. They shot the tyre out on the front, and the windscreen. We can’t fly out now.” Rebecca suddenly shrieked as a bullet smashed out the far lounge room window across from her. It had gone straight over her head, having come through the wall on her side of the room. Kali was on the other end of the video link jumping up and down in frustration and fear for Rebecca. She was also on the phone to her MI5 contact, yelling about terrorists in the outback, her friend being shot at, and what the hell was his department doing about it.

  “Yes now. Right now.” She was screaming into the phone. Kali had never felt so useless. Her friend was in grave danger and all she could do was watch. Meantime, Rebecca had dragged her laptop onto the floor under the table and was trying to get herself into focus again so Kali could see her. Meantime, Cooper had dropped the phone on the table and was yelling to whoever was on the other end of the line.

  “We could do with a bit of help here James.” He turned aside to Rebecca, for a moment he had thought she had been hit, laying there under the table. “It’s Sergeant Hurley.” Then he went back to the window on the side of the house where the last bullet had entered. He looked carefully out into the cattle yards that took up most of the area about three hundred yards away on that side of the house. There were no cattle out there of course. Wrong time of the year, so what was that buzzard so interested in as it circled lazily in the blue cloudless sky. There was no cover in the cattle yards, but further back, one of the countless sand dunes rose up, it’s direction almost parallel to the house. It was covered in tufted Spinifex grass, and a gnarled and stunted scrubby bush clung to the very top. Cooper watched that bush carefully for a few minutes, and was rewarded when he saw someone’s dark blue baseball cap just showing between the lower branches of the bush where it hugged the sand. None of his people had hats like that. Useless out here. Certainly none of the stockmen, and for sure none of the wild men who roamed his place. He moved back into the room and propped a chair in line with the window, and rested his .308 Winchester on the chair back. He
took careful aim at the bush trunk right beside the very tip of the hat he could just see next to it. They wouldn’t be able to see him there in the relative darkness of the house as he took aim and slowly squeezed the trigger. The resulting roar rattled the windows, and sent dust flying from every surface. Rebecca reared up under the table and almost knocked her self out as her head hit the underside, letting out a yell as she did so. The bush on the sand dune shook, and chips went flying off it, and Cooper had no doubt that the man who had been laying beside it would not be hearing anything in that ear for days. He was just as likely to have splinters of wood in his face as well. He had been very close to that bush. Cooper waited. There was nothing stirring, but he noticed the buzzard was moving his circling flight slowly further away in the direction that Cooper had run last night. The hidden gunman was probably retreating. Cooper hoped he didn’t meet up with Billy or any of his people, or he might not make it back to his camp in any case. Cooper relaxed and went of over to help Rebecca out from under the table.

  She stood up and dusted her skirt off.

  “Well, that was exciting.” She said by way of understatement. She lifted the laptop back to the table, and discovered Kali still there waving her arms about and yelling into her phone.

 

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