Visitation

Visitation Copyright © 2016 Jax_Teller


By Jax_Teller


This story is part of the Jessica Series
The saga begins > http://www.sexstories.com/story/77442/


I had been traveling around the country in my truck going from Homeopathic event to event. Sometimes I would work the events for admission other times I would just show up and start playing my guitar. Either way I was just living by the seat of my pants and I met a guy on a Motorcycle who was doing the same as me as I was. We shared information and camped together a few times. I bought a small tow behind camper from guy who was going to jail, giving me a measure of comfort living on the road. Through the times when there wasn’t anything going on Freddy the biker guy would tell me stories of commune he helped build.


I wasn’t really sure if his story was a reality or a dream, but when we parted last Freddy gave me his number and said if I was ever in the Ozarks area of the mid west to give him a call. Well I had followed a musical festival and was driving to a place I had mapped out to winter, until the next musical festival in the spring. I was driving on some very tight curvy hills and narrow roads with no shoulders and I had blow out on my truck. I found a pull off and to my dismay my spare was flat and the trailer spare was the wrong rim for my truck. I sat in my truck trying to figure our where the nearest place was to get the tire fixed when I realized I was in the Ozarks. I remembered Freddy and pulled out my phone contacts book and called him.


Fifteen minutes later a pickup truck showed up, they said they’d been sent to help me out. They helped me get my truck tire repaired right on the back of their pick up truck and told me that Freddy had invited me to come out. It was a rough dirt road to a logging trail that took us deep into the forest. The trail opened up and there were all sorts of structures, from double wide trailers to tents, lean to’s and a main cabin. I was showed were to park my trailer and Freddy greeted me as I got it in place. I told him I was grateful for the rescue and he said come on along and two beautiful naked young women came over and asked if I was hungry or wanted something to drink. I was introduced to Jax the owner founder of the camp, who Freddy had told me many stories about when we were traveling.


The place was Free America located in an area where the law just didn’t care about. As days turned into weeks, I blended in well and was having the time of my life. There were parties almost every weekend, blow out parties on holidays. Nudity was the norm and alcohol along with pot were wildly accepted. The life these folks led was way out side the normal main stream life, and it seemed as though honesty was their secret. It seemed to me, as a new comer not from the area at all, that most of the problems that came up were rooted in lies. One particular Friday night the party was in full swing and I mean swing there were naked folks fucking, sucking, drinking, smoking and generally having a blast when a truck came bouncing in the trail-driveway. Any one could tell that who ever was driving had little concern for the vehicle and was most likely angry.


The clean cut young man wearing very clean cut jeans with pointy cowboy boots and a striped button down shirt, with a cowboy hat that was fau worn. He practically jumped out of the truck before it stopped rolling. Before his feet hit the ground his mouth was working over time yelling for Denise. Jax and Freddy came out of no where stepping between the angry young man and the party. Jax said whoa there partner what’s going on, putting his hands up. The guy said he had heard at BullsEye convenient store that Denise Comins was here. Jax said who are you and what’s it your business if she is here.