AZ Mystery - chapter 1 of 5 - Sex Stories

AZ Mystery - chapter 1 of 5

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I tried to clear my head as I woke. Yes, I'm Pedro. Pedro Sanchez-Gomez. I'm a 26-year-old Ranger in the Desert Wildlife Refuge.

Mama kept asking me why I didn't find a nice girl and make her some grandchildren. I want some but haven't found a woman I can get along with. Cathy drank a lot and wanted to argue about every little thing. Manuela was nice, but her father always bugged her to find a rich guy, not a 'peon with a badge'.

I'm so thirsty! My throat hurts and I feel so hot! I opened my eyes. Why am I naked, and laying on the sand? Why am I at the base of a cliff? It's totally vertical, probably forty or fifty meters high. Where is my truck? Did I fall and hit my head? If I was rock climbing, why was I naked?

I sat up, then slowly stood. It didn't feel like I was injured at all. Just so very thirsty! I walked along the base of the cliff forty or fifty steps, and was happy to find water trickling out of a crack in the rock. The slow drips of water pooled in a depression in a large boulder. There were probably three or four liters! Yes! I tested a drop on my fingertip. It tasted ok and felt surprisingly good in my mouth.

I cupped my hands and drank, soothing my parched throat. I washed the dust and sand away from my eyes. I scanned the horizon, such as it was. I saw other tall cliffs in all directions. The farthest was only about half a kilometer away. I yelled; "HELLO!" My voice echoed a little. No response. I tried again; "HELLO! I NEED SOME HELP!" ...

... Again, no answer.

I walked back to the spot where I woke. There were no tracks, other than the ones I made in the sand in the last few minutes. There were no signs of humanity, or even life. No clothes, no walkie talkie or pistol, no wallet or keys, not even any trash or plants growing. Where was my truck? If I lost my truck and my gun without a really good excuse, I'd be fired for sure!

I kept walking, and found another spot where water seeped out from the rock wall. This one dripped much faster, forming a large puddle! Hundreds of liters! At least I wouldn't die of thirst any time soon. There was another spot with dripping water eighty or hundred paces further along! I didn't see any way out. I was surrounded by cliffs in all directions. I guessed I’d have to climb. Climbing the first ten meters seemed much easier than usual. I got up about twenty meters, nearly halfway to the top, and the rock in my hand crumbled. I yelled as I fell. "AAAIIIIEEE!"

I hit the sand kind of hard, but only got a few scrapes on my naked back. I was sure I'd be hurt worse, or maybe die, falling that far. I tried climbing again and when I was about halfway up, the rock I was holding pulled out of the wall. I fell to the sand again. Thankfully, I wasn't hurt that time either. It was really odd. I tried jumping and went up about twice as high as I expected! I took a running jump and landed in the sand over ten meters away! I paced it carefully, almost fourteen meters!

I remembered watching ...