The Secrets of Liberty Mountain – Chapter 9

2017 Erotica story: The Secrets of Liberty Mountain – Chapter 9

We returned to our room after breakfast to find a note from Lisa pinned to our door. She was reminding us to join her on the front deck for an introductory tour of the Colony and surrounding area. The instructions also suggested that we dress for the weather.

Our walk-in closets looked like walk-in dumpsters. Everything we had brought with us in the Rav4 had been piled in the storage spaces like an unorganized jigsaw puzzle. I busied myself picking out an appropriate wardrobe for our tour.

I selected my favorite Indiana Jones style hat; a dark-brown fur-felt fedora which had cost a small fortune. I had bought it online a few years ago in the mistaken belief it made me look like Harrison Ford. Fedoras are some of the most practical headgear known to man. The wide brim keeps the sun out of your eyes and sheds rainwater like a mini-umbrella.

I customized the hat with the addition of an eagle feather I had acquired at a yard sale. It counted as contraband since I didn’t belong to a federally recognized tribe. Non-native people are prohibited by law from possessing eagle plumage and could be fined as much as $100,000 and sent to prison for up to a year.

I decided to take the risk for the sake of fashion. I stuck the feather into the hatband, which was adorned with a small enamel replica of the red-yellow-green Vietnam Service Ribbon that I had earned when I finished my tour in Vietnam. I didn’t think that I would run into any federal feather police considering the remote location of our mountain hideaway.

I preened in front of the full-length mirror wearing nothing except for my hat, a beaded necklace with colored beads arranged in the red, yellow, and green colors of the Vietnam Service Ribbon, and a smile.

The handmade necklace was a work of art created by Paul Lavoie, a fellow Vietnam Veteran who succumbed to the effects of Agent Orange. I never met the man, but after he died his sister gave me the necklace under the conditions that I wear it in his memory and never take it off. I honored the man and his legacy by mentioning his name and story whenever someone asked me about the necklace.

“You’re so vain that you probably think this song is about you…” Darlene sang in a perfect imitation of Carly Simon as she gave me a warm hug.

“Wow, the cowboy hat makes you look sexy.”

“It’s not a cowboy hat, it’s a fedora,” I replied with a grin.

“Well, it’s a very sexy fedora,” Darlene whispered into my ear as she pressed her nude body against my backside. Her hands reached around me and began to fondle my semi-flaccid penis. The incredibly sensual feeling of her slender fingers delicately caressing the length of my shaft almost drove me out of my mind.

“I’m horny. Want to fool around?” Darlene asked.

“We’re meeting Lisa in ten minutes; we don’t have the time,” I answered.

“Ten minutes? Isn’t that nine more than you usually last,” Darlene teased.

I turned to face Darlene, dropped to my knees, and was eye level with her pussy. I positioned both legs in a wide stance and glanced at my wristwatch. Using my fingers, I gently opened the cleft of the mons pubis to reveal a pink clitoral hood. Beads of lubricant and a reddish glow around her vagina testified to Darlene’s advanced state of arousal. She let out a little gasp and shifted her feet to maintain balance when I ran my tongue over the hood’s length and licked the swollen clitoris beneath it.

I blew a cooling stream of air on the clit before placing my mouth over her genitals and exhaled a hot breath. The contrasting sensations were like fire and ice. I followed each sequence by giving the little man in the boat a rough tongue bath.

Darlene’s legs began to quiver and tremble. She grabbed the back of my head to help steady herself and to maintain balance and pressed my face into her sex. Lick, blow, and suck, I increased the pace of my stimulation and was rewarded by a series of pants and grunts as Darlene’s level of arousal increased. I slid my finger into my lover’s vagina and stroked the rough G-spot with enthusiasm to speed her ascent as she climbed the mountain.

“Oh my God, I’m cumming,” she cried, as waves of contractions squeezed around my finger. She suddenly lost all control and my mouth filled with liquid as she squirted and urinated. She pushed my face away with her hands. I loved the sight of her contractions as Darlene’s clit pulsed in climax and streams of liquid trickled down the inside of her legs.

I looked at my watch again and announced, “One minute thirty seconds. I think that we have a new land speed record. Now we’ve got to hustle if we’re going to be on time.”

Darlene stood naked before me and tilted her head. With a woe-is-me face, she asked, “What about my afterglow?”

“Take it with you,” I said, patting her bare behind.

Lisa was waiting for us with a warm smile when we arrived on the cabin’s front deck more or less on time.

I returned Lisa’s smile as I gave her a pack of hand-rolled cigarettes and a red Bic lighter.

The shadows still held a hint of last night’s frost despite clear blue skies and bright sunshine.

“Follow me,” Lisa said, as we set out on our tour of the Colony.

Our first stop was a utility building built into the base of the mountain with only the outer garage doors visible.

“This structure is designed to minimize the Colony’s visual footprint. We don’t want to draw undue attention to our presence because of Google Earth and the plethora of available satellite imagery. Our continued survival is dependent upon us keeping a low visibility, and we do our best to be invisible to the outside world,” Lisa said, as she opened a set of outer doors to reveal a long dark tunnel blasted into the mountain’s bedrock.

When Lisa entered the darkened corridor motion sensors activated banks of overhead LED lighting which in turn illuminated the passageway for as far as the eye could see.

“Holy Shit! Did you guys build all this?” The sound of my voice echoed off the walls.

The tunnel was a twenty-by-twenty-foot wide box ramping downward into the mountain’s interior. The rough-hewn rock walls glistened with seepage and condensation. Drainage ditches lining each side of the corridor’s crushed gravel roadway carried the excess water into the interior.

“The Liberty Mountain Mine was one of the several thousands of hard rock gold mines dotting the Rocky Mountains back in the 1860s. The claim never amounted to much of anything, and it went bust after three years. We took the existing mining shafts and adapted them to accommodate our fleet of service vehicles,” Lisa explained.

The temperature gradually rose as we descended. We found ourselves in a large cavern after about 300-400 yards. The cave contained a full-service automotive center, complete with a dozen vehicles of various descriptions. I spotted several snowmobiles, Jeep Cherokees, and ATV’s, along with a few front-end loaders and small Bobcats. I saw our Toyota Rav4 parked off to one side.

“Several of our sisters are excellent mechanics and vehicle operators. They do a fantastic job keeping our fleet up and running,” Lisa said, as she led us to a tunnel at the back of the cavern.

We followed the lighted passageway for a few thousand feet into another expansive cavern so large that the roof and far walls were lost in darkness. The hot and humid air in the grotto hummed with energy: The distinct whine of 3-megawatt steam driven turbines filled the chamber with the sound of power.

I was slack-jawed in disbelief. It looked like a scene out of the science fiction movie ‘Journey to the Center of the Earth.’ Piping and heavy machinery at the middle of the cave surrounded huge complex of hot springs and heated pools of water on three sides. A single story control center occupied space on the side of the pool nearest to where we stood.

Flowstone covered the walls of the cavern behind us and looked like waterfalls frozen in time. Stalactites reached down from the darkened ceiling, and thousands of stalagmites grew from the floor. Some grew as massive as trees. We followed a well-worn path through the stone forest while batteries of strategically placed LED streetlights bathed the area around the lagoon in a glow of whitish-blue illumination. I noticed that motion detectors kicked the lights nearest us into high power when we came into the range of a lamp; it was like walking under a searchlight’s moving beam.

“Let’s stop by and say hello to the technicians on duty. We’ll have a cup of coffee and some conversation. I’ll tell you more about this amazing place,” Lisa said, as she pointed to a two-story building about the size of a raised ranch and motioned for us to follow her.

Lisa climbed the exterior stairway and entered the building without knocking. She shouted, “Surprise!”

“No fucking way, Sister. We’ve been watching you three on our security cameras for the last 20 minutes,” said a thirty-something brunette as she gave Lisa a warm hug. The slender technician was dressed in a loose-fitting one-piece coverall. The zipper of the hunter green overall was pulled down to her navel, and it was clear at a glance that she wore nothing under her outer garments. I recognized the woman as one of the sisters from last night’s meeting.

Thanks to air-conditioning, the interior of the control center was ten or fifteen degrees cooler than the cavern’s air temperature. Wraparound observation windows provided a 360-degree field-of-view. A control panel filled with switches and dials below the window monitored the performance of the turbines and generators. Several large screens displayed different views of the underground labyrinth of caverns and passageways. Images and various views of the area around the cabin dominated one bank of displays.

Lisa said a quick hello to the two women on duty and then led us to a large conference table on the first floor of the control center. Three K-cups worth of hot steaming coffee awaited our pleasure in a couple of minutes.

“What is this place?” I asked as I took a sip of coffee, “It’s incredible whatever it is. No one has ever seen anything like it.”