It Worked

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Chapter 1

Shelia had been with the Australian Federal Police for almost three years now. As a trained bush pilot, she sometimes flew prisoners and witnesses between Sydney and Darwin. This trip had been nothing out of the norm. She needed to fly down to Sydney and pick up Randy Fillmore. He had been the driver of one of the powerful businessmen in Sydney and had seen and overheard some things he shouldn't have. They had found out that a contract had been put on his head.

The 4 1/2-hour flight down had been pretty uneventful. Several AFP officers had been there at the small airport they used for such matters. Shelia was introduced to Randy and the other officers left to take off on other calls that had been coming in. At 34, Shelia knew she turned men's heads as she walked by on the sidewalk. Randy was the rugged outdoor type, and right away Shelia could tell he didn't take shit from anyone. He was handsome and she could see the power in his muscles as he moved.

Randy was surprised by how pretty Shelia was and she seemed to be friendly he noticed. He took in her strong slender legs and her tight ass not to mention the proud set of tits under her uniform blouse in one glance. He might have to see if he could look her up after all this mess was done with. But for now, he would have to be content just to look at her. She was dressed lightly but still regulation with loosely fitting shorts and light hiking shoes. He himself was one that always tried to be prepared for pretty much anything.

They had a light lunch while the plane was being fueled, and a couple of packages were loaded into the tail compartment. They both used the restrooms before they climbed into the small plane. Shelia cleared her small plane for takeoff and ten minutes later they were on their way. Randy loved the slight scent of her perfume in the tight cabin and found himself wanting to look at her more.

"So, what did you hear to get you into this little mess?" Shelia asked once the small plane was flying level. Randy could see no reason not to answer her even though he had been instructed to talk to no one. After all she was an officer in the AFP also.

"I heard my boss tell whoever was on the other end of the phone to dump the bodies out in the bush about 30 miles from one of the campgrounds in Royal Park. I used to work in that park, and I knew about where he told them to dump them. I called the authorities, and they found the bodies. Two men and a woman," Randy explained. "Of course, there was no evidence to tie my boss to any of it except for me and what I overheard. They figured out what happened once I disappeared, and they put a hit out on me. And here we are," he added ending his story.

"Yup, that will do it every time," Shelia said with a smile on her face.

CHAPTER 2

They both felt the small plane shudder just seconds before the acrid smelling smoke billowed from behind the radio. The smoke rising up through the floor at the rear of the plane was too much to be coincidence. The gauges on the dash weren't working the way they were supposed to either. Shelia could feel the plane trying to fight her through the yoke and the peddles. The smoke coming up through the floor was getting worse, meaning there was a fire burning in the small cargo compartment.

"Fuck!" was the only word that came out of Shelia's mouth as she fought for control of the plane. Although their altitude was not real high it was still high enough to kill both of them and Randy already knew that had been the plan. Shelia had brought the small plane closer to the ground looking for a place to set it down while she still had some control over it. The rugged terrain below them looked formattable, but Randy saw a small clear area off to his right.

"Over there!" he shouted over the sounds of the dying plane pointing out his window. Shelia leaned forward until she too saw the clearing. Nodding her head she turned the plane gently to the left not wanting to strain the weakening frame. The engine was sputtering now as she lined up on the small area. She was pretty sure that she wouldn't have a tail wheel when the plane did touch down. Randy watched and could see the determination in her face. Yup, he was definitely going to have to look her up once this mess was over with.

The small plane came down hard and as she thought the tail wheel left as soon as the tail touched the ground. Shelia pushed hard on the brakes fighting to stop their forward progress. The huge rock that was coming up seemed to demand even more effort. She managed to start the plane turning when the wing hit the rock and snapped off. Randy was thrown hard against the side of the plane, and he already knew he was going to be a hurting unit in the morning. Shelia was in a daze, but the plane had stopped moving.

"We need to get out!" Randy shouted at her trying to get through the fog in her head. The back of the small plane was still burning, and the flames were getting closer fast. Randy tried his small door but found he couldn't open it. Reaching across Shelia he tried her door. With a bit of a shove, he forced it open. Unlocking her seatbelt, he started moving her out the door. For some unexplained reason he couldn't help himself. His hand was under her tits, and he gave them both a nice tight squeeze. She probably wouldn't even remember he thought to himself.

It took some doing and a few choice cuss words before he had them both on the ground. Looking at the burning plane he made one last gamble and climbed back in the plane. Grabbing his backpack, he threw it out the door before jumping himself. The plane was an inferno now with the flames and heat getting dangerously close to the remaining fuel tank. Grabbing the pack and putting his arm around the still dazed Shelia he ran carried them over a small mound.

The explosion rocked everything close by, and the huge black plume of smoke could be seen for miles if anyone was looking. Feeling around on Shelia's head he found a large knot where she apparently hit her head when the plane was spun when the wing was ripped off. He could see no blood and that made him breathe easier. He was glad her eyes were focused on him and that she was coherent.

"Do you feel anything broken?" Randy asked watching Shelia's face.

"No, I don't think so," Shelia replied. "Other than my head hurting, I think I'm okay," she added. "How about you?" she asked now watching Randy as closely as he was watching her.

"Just a bad bruise on my arm I think," randy replied. "I don't think we were supposed to survive," he added looking up at the black smoke still bellowing into the sky. "They found out what was going on and they had someone sabotage the plane. I don't think they took into consideration how good of a pilot you are," he added looking back at Shelia.

"We still crashed," Shelia said. "And I have no idea where we are. That first smoke was when the radio burned up, so there is no homing beacon going off. And unless someone saw that smoke, they have no idea where we are either. There was a satellite phone on the plane but that would probably be a yellow piece of melted plastic if we could find it. And why the hell did you squeeze my tits?" she asked out of the blue after laying out their situation.

The question caught Randy off guard. He looked at her for a second trying to gauge her mood. "Because I didn't have time to suck them," Randy replied. "The fucking plane was on fire, remember," he added. He held her stare until she cracked a smile. "And I don't apologize. It's a nice set of tits," he said. After a couple of minutes, he stood and surveyed their surroundings. "I think we should stay here for the night," he said looking down at Shelia.

"We don't have much," Shelia said. "There were emergency supplies on the plane, but I don't think we will have much luck finding any of them," she said standing beside Randy looking out over their surroundings. "But someone might have seen the smoke. I agree, we should stay here for the time being," she said. Randy could tell there was worry in her voice.

"I have enough stuff in my pack to take care of us tonight," Randy said. Shelia looked closely at the backpack for the first time. It finally dawned on her that it was a survivalist backpack. The strong but light aluminum frame. The comfortable shoulder harness. The two-quart canteen strapped to one side along with a small ax. On the other side was a tightly folded two-man tent along with a long-bladed machete secured tightly against it.

The entire pack itself was waterproof with several pockets for carrying smaller items. Shelia understood now why Randy had risked his life to get it from the plane and she knew she was going to be happy he had it before this was all over. She watched Randy check everything on the pack. The canteen was full and there were several energy bars and four military MREs in the top pouch. Working together they cleared all the stones away from where they would pitch the small tent.

CHAPTER 3

It was getting dark when they went to find firewood. Randy took off in one direction and Shelia in another. Within 20 minutes they had enough wood to keep a fire going all night keeping curious animals away and cautious. Shelia knew right away that Randy was no stranger to being in the bush and this was definitely the bush. He showed her where everything was on the backpack so she wouldn't have to go searching when she needed something.

Using a single match, he lit a fire, and the camp site was aglow against the coming darkness. They both had a couple of energy bars for dinner and Randy now sat on a rock trying to decide what the best action was to take now. If no one had found them by morning he was pretty sure they were going to be on their own. Shelia sat on the ground watching him intently. For some reason she felt safe with him and was willing to follow him instead of trying to lead as her job would dictate.

She could tell her body was starting to get sore now from being thrown around in the crash.

The only thing the movies about the Australian bush never tell you is how to pee and poop. For guys it was 50% easier as they could stand while pissing. For women they had to pull their pants down for everything. Shelia couldn't hold it any longer and stood.

"Do you have any toilet paper in there? I have to pee," she said looking at Randy. He smiled and nodded and reach into the pack. he brought out a smashed roll of toilet paper and handed it to her and reached back in. After fishing around for a couple of seconds he brought out a package of baby wipes and handed them to her also.

"Use it sparingly," he said hoping to convey the importance. Shelia smiled and nodded letting him know she understood. She walked over a small rise and found a bank that had been washed out by a flash flood at some point in the distant past. Pullig her shorts and panties down she made sure there were no poisonous snakes or spiders that might be attracted to her bare ass. She could feel the need to move her bowels but all she could manage was a soft fart and a long hard stream of yellow urine.

"Afraid I only have one blanket," Randy said as Shelia walked back into the firelight. They could already feel the chill in the air as the darkness grew. The tent had a thin air mattress built into the bottom which would keep a person off the ground. "We can either sleep together or one of us is going to be pretty cold and miserable by morning," Randy added as he looked at Shelia.

"I'm not bashful." Shelia said sat back down on the ground. "It would help like hell if we knew where we were," Shelia added. "But we don't and there is no use beating a dead horse," she said. Randy found he liked her attitude. They were in a bad way and there was no use complaining about it. They would have to decide what their plan of action would be in the morning, but for now it was bedtime. Once again, he reached into one of the pouches and brought out a bottle of pain relivers. He popped two of them in his mouth and handed the bottle to Shelia.

Standing he walked to the tent and pulled the zipper up opening the flap. The blanket was already inside. Reaching into the pack again he fished around until he pulled out two air pillows. Tossing one to Shelia he started blowing into the inflation port sticking out from the side. It only took him six deep breathes before his pillow was blown up to full size. They were small but they were a lot better than nothing. It took Shelia a few more breaths but soon it was as full as his was.

"I'll let you go first," he said tossing the pillow into the tent. Shelia nodded and tossed her pillow into the tent also. Sitting in the entrance of the tent she removed her shoes and socks and set them just inside the flap. Randy listened to her wrestle around inside the tent before her heard a soft "ok" come from inside. He did the same sitting down in the entrance and pulled his shoes and socks off. Shelia watched as Randy pulled his T-shirt over his head and pulled his belt off.

Feeling more than seeing Randy moved up beside Shelia, he pulled the blanket back and lay down beside her. Shelia lay on her side facing away from Randy and she felt her breath catch in her throat when she felt his strong chest up against her bare back. She had taken her T-shirt and bra off after she had climbed into the tent. They were way too uncomfortable to sleep in. With her head on her pillow, she stared into the darkness.

Randy felt his cock twitch when he felt Shelia's bare back against his chest. He knew that just on the other side there was a pair of beautiful bare breasts. He wanted dearly to reach over her just to feel them in his hand. But he kept his arm to his side. "So why did you squeeze my tits?" Shelia asked breaking the strained silence in the tent.

"Because they were there and my hand was under them," Randy replied. Inside his mind he was keeping his fingers crossed the conversation would go in the direction he was hoping. "And in my defense, they are beautiful, and I couldn't help myself," he added. He was happy their minds seemed to be on the same path. He was surprised when he felt Shelia's body starting to shake. His mind was working fast trying to understand. It dawned on him that her mind was letting go of everything that had happened to them that day. When she reached over and pulled his hand to her breasts he knew.

Gently he pulled her back tighter against his chest. Randy just held her until she stopped shaking. Gently he started stroking one of her nipples feeling it getting harder and he could feel Shelia's body relaxing even more. Gently he moved his hand down to her other nipple and gently rubbed it until they were both as hard as rocks. Randy made no other move but gently stroking her breasts until he felt and heard her steady even breathing and he knew she was asleep. The end of a very difficult day.

CHAPTER 4

Randy woke as the sun was just coming up. He had heard Shelia moan when she moved during the night telling him that her body was hurting. His right arm had a large bruise when he had been thrown against the side of the plane. Quietly he slid out from under the blanket and put it back over Shelia but not before he took another look at her tits. Those nipples looked so inviting. Once he had his shoes on, he pulled his T-shirt back over his head and walked off to relieve himself.

Everything in the backpack was small and collapsible. Taking out the small pot he opened it and set it near the fire that had just started to grow in size after he had restoked it. Pouring half of their precious water into the pot he set it over the flames on a couple of strategically place flat rocks. They would need their energy today, so he opened two of the breakfast MREs and sat them in the water to warm. He had never been a big fan of the scrambled eggs and ham, but it would fill their bellies and give them energy.

He heard the low moan from the tent when Shelia finally tried to move. He knew she was going to be sore from the wreck so today they would have to just do the best they could. His mind worked trying to calculate which direction to go and how far they could get with what they had. Water was going to be the biggest concern for now and he looked to the distant hills. He could already feel the temperature starting to rise as the sun climbed higher into the shy.

Shelia moved slowly as she pulled her socks and shoes on. The need to relieve herself was starting to become urgent as she grabbed the roll of toilet paper and walked quickly to where she had gone the night before. Her shorts and panties were down the second she turned her back to the washed-out bank. The stream of urine was strong, but she could feel a dull ache deeper in her stomach. She could only push out a small fart again. She stayed squatted for several more minutes hoping her natural body functions would take over, but it was not happening.

Randy had the breakfast pouch laying on a rock when she walked back in. She could smell coffee, and her mouth watered at the thought of it. "You had better eat that before it turns back into yucky," Randy said offering her a spoon to eat it with. He held the fork in his own hand. "The coffee is boiling, and it will be ready in just a couple of minutes. nothing beats the taste of good ole camp coffee," he added.

Ripping the pouch open Shelia looked inside. The eggs and ham mixture didn't smell all that bad but the sight of it was another story. But she didn't complain and started eating. She watched Randy set the pot of boiling coffee off to the side of the fire to let it cool down. She watched him carefully pour a small amount of water from the canteen into the pot to settle the grounds. He had two small collapsible cups, and he handed her one.

Carefully he poured each of them a cup so they would be able to drink it while they ate. "How far do you think those mountains are?" Randy asked nodding with his head in the direction he was looking. Shelia turned her head so she could look in the direction he was looking. She could see the distant blue hills and took a sip of her coffee before she answered.

"At least twenty miles," she answered. "Probably closer to thirty," she added. She was trying to remember what she knew of the area but it she couldn't really comment on anything due to the fact they didn't know exactly where they were. She knew they had flown off course, but she had no way of knowing how far. And how far had they flown when she made the circle to line up on the space where they crashed.

"We are going to be needing water by tomorrow," Randy said. "And those mountains are going to be our best bet for finding any. We are going to have to ration what little water we have and hope we can find a small tank or something holding some water. This is not going to be a fun day," he said throwing his empty breakfast pouch into the dying fire. He divided what was left of the coffee leaving just a little in the bottom to swirl around to get the grounds out.

They broke camp and Shelia helped Randy get everything back into the pack. She had been camping several times with friends but not like this. There had always been a way out and they had always known where they were. But this was different. There was a growing chance that they might not make it, and she was very aware of that. She felt better that she was not alone and if she was going to have to go through this, she was Glad it was with Randy.