Hot Box Chapter 3, The Lost City - Sex Stories

Hot Box Chapter 3, The Lost City

... able to open it up in a few days. And room 4 on the opposite side of the hall had a collapsed ceiling. Whatever was in there was going to stay in there. All things considered it was not a total bust. We now had more things to work on and more research to do. At our bungalow Mandy had me pull the ‘cork” out of the flask as her quest to find out what was in it commenced. Instantly there was a strong aroma of petroleum. The people of this place must have figured out a way to boil down some tree sap or something to come up with oil. Mandy dipped the end of a piece of straw into the flask and withdrew it. The end was covered in a yellowish brown kind of fluid that clung to the straw rather well. “Here goes nothing,” Mandy said as she reached for the end of the straw with her lighter in hand. It took just a moment before the ‘oil’ caught up and began to burn, making a small line of blackish gray smoke that trailed up toward the ceiling. “Voila,” she said like she had just conjured a rabbit out of thin air. “Ok,” I said as I set the pot down, “We now have an alternate fuel source.” “That will come in really handy when we try to figure out that chair,” Mandy said as she blew out the straw and began gathering her things into her backpack. “I’ll make up some torches before we head back down there,” I said as I strapped the machete to my waist. Have you ever seen a deer caught in the headlights on a really dark night? They freeze in place. It’s partially because they are completely ...

... scared shitless and do not have the ability to move, and it’s partially because they cannot see. And since they can’t see they don’t move. The way both Mandy and I froze in place would have fit the description of a deer caught in the headlights of a car when we heard the voices. I can tell you that instantly Mandy turned as white as a sheet. I mean every last bit of color washed out of her in a microsecond. I’m sure the same must have happened to me, but I was geared more for action than freezing in place. “Holy shit!” Mandy whispered as she covered her mouth with one hand and her crotch with the other. “Calm down,” I said as I moved over to the window that afforded a view back in the direction we had originally come from. Just within the reach of sight I could see 4 or 5 Mexicans working their way up the path I had made several days before. My guess is that they were a bunch of the local low life’s from the village of Barrio El Zorrillo and they were looking to make an easy hit on some stupid Americans. I had not even thought about trying to move through the jungle without leaving a trail, so I had left the trackers a highway to follow. They still had not spotted our position and were a good 250 yards away, but they were on an intercept course and I was certain that this meeting was not going to turn out good for us. I turned around to see Mandy still covering her mouth with tears now coming out of her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. “Sweetie,” I said as I picked up my ...