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HOT BOX, CHAPTER 2 THE JUNGLE

Date: 12/30/2014, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Male/Female, Romance, Author: 1MTNMN45, Rating: 91.5, Source: sexstories.com

her a hand up I got a little better look at what she was carrying. It almost looked like a scroll from the way she was carrying it, and it was about 12 or 14 inches long. But it was really difficult to see from where I was as Mandy struggled against the current to get to the creeks bank. “Here!” she hollered just before she tossed the object up to me. If you are ever in the field and recover ANY kind of artifact, NEVER throw it. Luckily for Mandy I have some pretty good hands and I was able to snag it out of the air before anything bad happened. “Give me a hand,” she said as she struggled to get a footing at the base of the creeks bank. We locked wrists and I gave a good hard pull, standing up as I pulled Mandy out of the water. In moments my soaking wet girlfriend was standing next to me. “You know you could have stuck this in your pocket till you got up here,” I said as I handed her find back to her. “What do you think it is?” she asked excitedly as she looked at the piece of leather wrapped around the object from all sides. “It’s a tamale.” I said jokingly as I sat down on a rock and pulled my handkerchief out of my pocket. “Cute,” she responded as she flipped the item over so the flap was facing up. “Why don’t you open it up and see what you’ve got.” I said as I wiped the sweat from my forehead. Mandy spun around and sat down on my lap, positioning her soaking wet shorts and ass directly on my cock. I had managed to stay somewhat dry up until that point, having skipped my ... turn at a swim in the shallow pool, but my efforts to stay dry were for naught. Luckily I love her a lot. Tugging at the straps Mandy was not having very much success at getting them lose. They seemed to be woven into the bunched up ends of the piece of leather. And since there was no way to tell how long this thing had been down in the water, those straps were probably swollen up and thoroughly stuck. “Damn it,” she said as her fingers kept slipping off the slick leather. “Have you got your knife babe?” she asked as she looked over her shoulder. “No,” I responded as I watched her fiddle with the straps some more only to become more frustrated. “What is the golden rule that Professor Callahan taught us in class when it comes to an object wrapped with something?” I asked as I shifted my knees to turn her toward me a little. “No knives,” she responded with a very noted bit of dejection to her voice. “That’s right,” I said as I reached around her and lifted the object out of her hands. “So,” I retorted as I set the object down on the top of my backpack, “now that I am wet, let’s both go for a swim.” Before Mandy could make a reply I quickly stood up, scooping her up in my arms as I went. She let out a loud scream as I ran the few steps necessary to get to the edge of the creek bank before leaping with her in my arms into the pool below. The water was fantastic as we splashed into the waist deep pool. It’s really nice to be out in nature miles away from everyone else. You have a ...