He was relieved to head back to the office after his tour. The new lease was what he was interested in. On the wall was a huge map showing the area the mine would cover.
"Where is the town situated?"
"Here," Mike pointed out.
"Do you know the place the locals call Fairy Springs?"
"Yeah, sure do. Pretty little place actually but there it is, smack bang on the edge of your testing area." He pointed to a spot not far from the proposed mine site and looked at Morgan. "Any particular reason you ask?"
"I hear the locals want to keep it and promote it as a tourist stop. Just wondering if there was any way we could do what we need to and give something back to the community."
"No, I seriously doubt that. Look, I wouldn't worry about it." Mike shrugged his shoulders and continued. "The Environment Minister has already passed the goldmine so we don't have to give it another thought. There are plenty of nice spots for swimming and camping up at the next town."
Morgan looked at him and grunted. "If you put it that way, I guess we should go with our original plan. Let me have a look at the last test results and then we can go for a drive over there. I want to have a look around the outlying areas before I go back to the hotel."
He took the rolled map from Mike and laid it out on the table, discussing the strategies they were taking with the new gold mine.
"How long until you break ground and start building the mine?" Mike asked.
"In the next couple of months. I'll be back then with the team I'm using to head the operation. We'll get some portable offices in and be ready to go." Morgan stood straight and looked out the window. "We might have to use some of your sleeping arrangements until ours arrive, there's been a holdup."
"Not sure how that is going to work. We're at capacity now. You might have to book into the hotel in town. They're never full. Pretty sure they would appreciate the trade."
I doubt that when she finds out we are going to take over all the places she holds close to her heart. She will probably put something in our food.
"We will see nearer the time but it might be a good idea. Let's go and see those test sites." Morgan rolled up the plan and handed it back before taking his hat and walking out toward the vehicle. Mike followed him out and stood in the shade lighting up a cigarette making small talk.
A few hours later Morgan had driven over his lease and approved the first drilling site.
After saying goodbye to Mike, he headed off to see for himself the beauty of Stacey's waterhole. The site was marked by a crooked fencepost and a piece of torn fabric blowing on the corner of a hand painted sign that was riddled with bullet holes. A cattle grid was placed between two fence posts holding up a rickety rusty wire fence that had seen better days.
Sparse saltbushes dotted the landscape as he followed the dirt track. Bumping over the washed out ditches he doubted if any tourists would bring their vehicles down a road like this. It was pretty rough and on the edge of nowhere.
After about twenty minutes the vegetation thickened and gave way to larger trees. Ghost gums and black wattles grew profusely and cattle lazed under them, their tales swishing at the buzzing flies.
The track dipped suddenly between large boulders and small granite cliffs. Jagged edges rose above his vehicle and the shade was welcome after the drive in through almost barren ground. A hedge of boulders crudely formed to make a car park stopped him going any further and Morgan parked and got out of his car.
Placing his hat on his head he walked the track leading from the parking area. When he rounded the corner he stopped, astounded at what lay before him. The sides of the gorge rose up to meet the clear blue sky high above. He removed his hat and took a slow turn taking in the beautiful landscape. There were trees growing on impossible looking ledges that clung to the sides of the ancient rock. Small rivets of water trickled down over jagged crevices falling to the deep blue water, the only sound apart from his footsteps.
Walking further along the track Morgan came to the edge of the pool. Crystal clear blue water lapped against the mighty red rock, filled from the main waterfall on the far side. Leaning down he cupped his hands in the cold liquid and took a drink.
Pure clean water that tasted as fresh as any he had drank before. No wonder Stacey likes this place, it's beautiful. Morgan put his hat on the ground and unbuttoned his shirt. Slipping it from his shoulders he smiled when the sun heated his skin. He unzipped his jeans and kicked off his boots before pulling the denim down his legs. Tossing his boxer shorts on the pile of clothes he stepped to the edge of the springs again.
He dived in and once the shock of the cold subsided he swam leisurely across to the other side. Swimming commando was such a pleasurable feeling, he wished he could do it more often. Sadly, the city apartment he lived in didn't condone nudity. The only thing that would make it better would be if Stacey were in her with him and naked.
Where the hell did that come from? I don't need a relationship, I just need to get laid. He floated in the water, letting it cool his heated body. His cock reacted to the vision of her floating beside him and he reached down and wrapped his fingers around his erection. Just a couple of pulls and it would be all over. He swiped his thumb over the soft skin of the head and groaned. He wasn't a
