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I lived and worked for several years in a big city in the very far west of the North American continent. I had met up with a lovely local lady a few years younger than me, but ‘of age’. We had a great time. We shared an interest in the outdoors life as well as a great amount of kinkiness.Josie was into spanking and oral sex and liked to have sex where we might be caught doing it. I was less keen on that one but cooperated in the interests of all-around well-being.As a result of my work, I spent quite a bit of time away at remote site areas. A proportion of my time spent at these could be taken as local leave. Josie was able to enjoy flexible working conditions which suited us very well.One of our favourite diversions was to be flown by a short takeoff and landing aircraft to a log cabin in a remote area set on clear, level ground near a forest and a running river full of salmon.The cabin had a communal living area and two double bedrooms. It ran on log-fired heating with a large enclosed stove, a smaller similar stove in each large room, and once warmed-up, a half-decent bathroom. In the winter you had to melt snow or if lucky use the water collected off the roof for water supply.We could in the summer pump water up from the river using an electric pump whose batteries were kept charged by a wind generator and solar panels. These also ran the lights. In the winter we had to melt snow and the big log burner had an enclosed tray on top to do just that. The whole thing was designed to warm up quickly on arrival when you lit the log fire, sorted out some water, and settled down. You needed a full day to get comfortable on arrival, enough snow melted, etc. In the winter you needed to stay for at least three nights to relax.You had to be careful outdoors because there were bears and wolves around. Thermal detectors on all sides of the cabin could detect a bear at 100 yards if not raining hard or snowing. The wolves were often a bit noisy; they did not usually arrive in silence.I used to take a high-powered rifle with me just in case; it was quite legal. It was modelled on a military rifle and took military equivalent metal jacket rounds. It had a sniper scope and I had zeroed it in. With a support or tripod, I could hit a quart tin can at one kilometre without a problem. I Çukurambar Escort never had to shoot a bear although I got the rifle out a few times. Firing it in the air used to be enough to frighten a bear.The wolves were easily scared off by setting off a few wolf scare exploding fireworks. They made a big bang and a blinding flash; it scared the wolves off for two to three days each time.We needed to go there alone, of course. I guess we managed this five or six times a year. In the summer, one of the things we loved was outdoor sex and spanking. The area was deserted and the feeling of the sun and a cane on your bare bum as a part of sex was wonderful. I didn’t mind doing it outdoors in that remote area, I didn’t think we would corrupt the bears.One thing we had to be aware of was the government drones that they used to patrol the area. I think they liked to know what was going on at the cabins in case ‘intruders’ were using them as bases for anti-government activities. They used to overfly at about a thousand feet. Once in a while they would turn and come back for a second look but not often. You could hear them coming from about a mile away so you had time to get indoors if you were ‘doing something.’We used to set up a canvas ground sheet and put a trestle in the middle. The top of the trestle was covered with a rolled-up blanket secured with bungee cords. We would in turn bend over that and take a mixture of oral sex, caning, and real sex out in the sunshine. Josie would cane me too, I’m a natural switch. You just had to keep an eye and ear open for the government drones and get indoors quickly.The security boys tended to be creatures of habit, they usually flew the drones over from mid to late afternoon, if not cloudy. I think they were looking for shadows which would be more pronounced as the sun started to go down.During my time there, international relations took a severe turn for the worse. A rather hostile neighbouring state began to sometimes send over drones. They did not play by the rules, often coming in quite low (there is a regulation height for overflying structures).One day back home in the city there had been a news item about the ‘spy drones’ on TV. I thought from the tone and structure of the item it had been generated Çukurambar Escort Bayan by the government to wake people up and get their support. The government posted pictures of these drones and asked people to tell them if they saw one, time, date, location etc.If these drones were stealthy by design and flew in under the radar in a remote area, I think they would be difficult to detect.I thought about this and decided to discuss it with Josie.Josie said, “John, we saw at least one of those in the past when we were at the cabin. It must have been from ‘that other lot’. It wasn’t a government patrol drone.” (We knew about them!)I had a brain wave.“Josie” I replied, “They are big enough to shoot with my rifle. I could keep the rifle handy. We could be having a good session and this time, not stop but let them see us having fun!”Josie was quite broad-minded and I thought deep down would like someone to have seen us at it!Josie said, “What if they took photos of us?”“So what,” I said, “That’s the whole idea. It’s not our government. If we can get the drone to catch us at it, maybe it will come back for an even better look. I’m sure they would love to see your red, caned bum, or mine, and might get a kick out of seeing us screwing. When it comes back, I can shoot it down.”Josie laughed but put her hand to her mouth in what I thought was a mixture of surprise and delight.“That would be illegal wouldn’t it?” she asked.I replied, “In what way is it illegal? Is it illegal for us to enjoy ourselves outdoors or illegal for them to be there in the first place? That’s the real question.”“Do you think their prime minister will ring up and complain?” I said, laughing.Josie was amused and said, “What do we do then, carry on and let it watch us, the dirty bastards!”“Yes,” I replied, “That’s the general idea. If it comes back, the next time I am going to shoot it out of the sky.”Josie laughed. To my relief but hardly to my surprise, she replied, “OK, I’m up for it.”I thought good girl, that’s the spirit.So a couple of weeks later we were up at the cabin. I had tied a rope around a tree trunk with a loop at the free end around a tree. The loop was at the right height for me to hold and elevate the rifle with the forward part of the stock in the loop. Escort Çukurambar It greatly helped me steady my aim. The tree was about 200 yards from the cabin.It was a fairly clear afternoon and we were at it as usual. I was screwing Josie in the doggie position over the trestle. Josie was in seventh heaven, being screwed after a good, hard caning.“Here it comes,” I said, “We won’t stop; let it have a good look.”I kept at it as if ignoring it. It made one pass, turned, and came back.I stopped screwing Josie who had just had a huge orgasm and started caning her again as the drone approached. It came past and turned again!The trap was set! I grabbed the rifle, ran to the tree, and took aim as it approached. It was coming straight at me! The first round just missed. I let it come on and hit it with the second round. It veered off course and crashed near the river.“Come on,” I said to Josie, “Get some clothes on and we will look for the bits.”The wreckage was smoking and I needed to let it cool a bit. Over the remainder of that day and well into the next day we collected bits of wreckage and took them back to the cabin. On the morning of the third day, a government drone flew over a lot earlier than usual. I got out bits of wreckage and laid them out on the ground for them to photograph. The drone made several passes and then went away.About 2 hours later I heard the sounds of helicopters. Three arrived, and one landed. The other two flew around, possibly to maintain security in the area. They were Air Force helicopters. Four guys got out of the one that landed two officers and a couple of men. They were fully armed and in combat gear.“What are you doing here?” asked one of the officers. I told him about our fairly frequent trips to have a few days at the cabin. I didn’t go into any details about our intimate activities.The officer went on, “What can you tell us about the wreckage?”I thought I need to tell him the truth that I shot it down. I went into the fact that we had been ‘sunbathing’ and it had come back twice to get a better look. I said it wasn’t the first time it had paid us a visit and this time, I had got ready to deal with it.He said, “So you were not surprised when it came back, why you didn’t tell the authorities earlier?”I said I didn’t think they would be interested in out-of-date information and I wasn’t at the time sure it was a ‘foreign’ drone until I had seen the publicity about it on TV. I said also that I was concerned that they might think I was making it up and it would be better to present some hard evidence. I hoped this would stick.
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