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Hot Box Chapter 6, 2 Important Words

Hot Box Chapter 6, 2 Important Words Male/Female, Adventure, Romance William Blake wrote, “The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom.” I really have no idea what that means it just sounded good… and it gave me a good way to start this chapter. Actually it means that the road of excessiveness will eventually lead you to the place where you will find the answers, or the reward you were looking for. In this particular instance the road to excess lead to virtually empty back packs. Though the grass had long since worn off; the amount of energy spent by both of us lead to a rather large feast this morning, dwindling our carried in food supply to just above return status. And for this trip, food and water was everything. “It looks like we have about five and a half to six days of food left if we really ration things out,” I said as I finished the inventory of our food supply. Mandy just sat quietly and finished sipping her coffee while I closed up the packs. She looked absolutely stunning in the silver breast plate with all of the added jewelry. Her nipples stuck out strong through the holes in the ends of the breast cups, almost like they were begging me to suck on them. When I made a move to tweak them Mandy pulled back a little and covered them up with her arm. “Not this morning babe,” she said with a bit of a dejected look in her eyes. “What’s wrong sweetie?” I asked as I knelt down next to her and brushed her hair away from her face. Mandy set her coffee cup down before ...

... she looked me squarely in the eyes. “I don’t know what you did to me last night but I’m just a little bit sore this morning,” as she said that she shifted her weight a little, bringing about a slight grimace to her face. “I’m sorry about that honey,” I said as I took her hand in mine and kissed the back of it. (No I wasn’t. I was actually a little proud of myself) But, since I was raised to be a gentleman I did feel a little bad that she was in such discomfort. “What can I do to help?” “Help me out of this,” she said as she reached for the buckles on the side closest to me. The design of the ‘fancy armor’ was such that Mandy could get in and out of it rather easily all by herself. My assistance was minimal at best while she loosened the buckles under her left arm before repeating the process on the right. With both sides loose she hooked her thumbs under the sides just below her tits and pushed the breast plate forward, swinging it up over her head. I quickly stood up and grasped the shining silver suit, lifting it up and away from Mandy. I could hear her let out a sigh of relief as I removed the heavy piece of dress. “Wow,” I said as I carefully set the armor down. “This thing is heavy.” I am guessing the form fitting silver was a solid 25 or 30 pounds. When I turned back around to see Mandy I now understood why she didn’t want me to touch her breasts. With the armor out of the way it was plainly evident that the ends of her breasts, primarily her nipples, areolas, and some ...