Hot Box - Sex Stories

Hot Box

... first good look at her bare pussy. I wasn’t trying to look. I swear it! I really was doing everything I could to help pick up her papers. But as she had squatted down her legs had parted leaving her smooth bald pussy in plain view up her skirt. It was only when I had reached for a piece of paper between her feet that I noticed she was going commando. “I am so sorry about this,” I stammered as my eyes kept going back to that savory looking honey pot while we continued to pick up the papers on the floor. “It’s ok,” she reiterated as the stack on her knees grew a little larger and the task came to an end. “I wasn’t watching where I was going either.” We stood up and looked at each other and just froze for a moment. It was really weird. Had she seen me looking up her skirt? Was she pissed? What was happening? I could feel my heart begin to pound in my chest like I had just run a mile with a tank on my back. It seemed like time just stopped. I mean I couldn’t hear a thing, or feel anything for those next few moments except for my heart thundering in my ears. In that flash I got lost in her eyes and my world was set out in front of me. Swallowing hard I was just barely able to speak when some of my senses came back. “I’m David,” I said while extending my hand for a more formal greeting. She didn’t even think when she extended her hand out to grasp mine because all of her papers rained back down to the floor. “I’m Amanda,” she said, not taking her eyes away from mine as she gently ...

... grasp my hand. “Call me Mandy.” “Mandy,” I repeated as I looked her straight in the eyes. Her name flavored my mouth as sweet ambrosia, quenching my thirst but leaving me wanting more. “Let me help you with those,” I said as I again took a knee in front of her and began picking up her papers for the second time. “I don’t know what’s got into me,” I heard her say with a short little laugh of amusement. As she squatted down directly across from me again her legs opened up, revealing her bald pussy to me once more. “I guess I just wanted you to look up my skirt again.” she said very “matter-of-factly”. I froze in place with a hand full of papers and my heart in my throat. Did she just say what I thought she said? I looked up at her to see her looking directly at me with a coy but mischievous smile on her face. “Well?” she said as she shifted her weight a little to make her legs open a little farther. “Wanna take a look?” I smiled back at her before I dropped my gaze and peered up her skirt between her creamy white legs. Her pussy was opened up a little this time, giving me a shallow look at the soft pink skin that was hidden the time before. I looked back up at her to see this slight look of lust on her face as she slowly brought her legs back together into a position that was considerably more lady like. "Very nice,” I said as I picked up the last of the papers and set them carefully on her knees. When I locked eyes with her again I leaned in close to her and said quietly, “But ...