Hot Box Chapter 3, The Lost City - Sex Stories

Hot Box Chapter 3, The Lost City

... around as a soda can. Giant 2 foot long buds hung down on thick limbs around its base with purplish red flowers packed in between the sticky leaves. (You’re damn right I took one of those monsters with me. What did you think I am, crazy?) Mandy just watched with a bit of amusement as I stuffed one massive bud into the webbing on the outside of my pack. Since we didn’t have any Champaign to celebrate the find of the knife, this would just have to do as a substitute. After 2 days of mushing through the jungle we stopped in one of those little clearings again. I had to try and get my bearings because I figured we should have made it there by now. “What’s the matter,” Mandy asked as she stopped behind me and instantly reached for her canteen. “I just need to establish our exact position,” I said as I brought out my maps and my compass. “We should be pretty close.” Mandy pulled her backpack off and set it on the ground, breathing a sigh of relief at having set the extra weight down. “Well I’m just going to sit on this rock while you figure things out,” she said as she swiped some of the vines back to expose just a little bit of the stone by her right foot. I carefully double checked north with the compass and then took a bearing as to the direction of our travel. Looking at the aerial photograph of the region I then aligned the compass headings and found our entry point into the jungle. I had been marking our progress with a grease pencil as we went, and thus far everything was ...

... lining up. “How far do you think we made it today,” I asked as I took my pencil and opened my notebook with all of my field notes in it. Mandy seemed to be in her own little world as I looked down at her for her estimate. She had that weird little smile on her face and was gently rocking back and forth while her gaze seemed to be out into the infinite in front of her. “Hey.” I said again a bit louder, snapping her out of her dream state. “How far do you think we hiked today?” “Oh,” she responded, a bit startled at being jerked back into reality, “may 4 or 5 miles,” she said as she once again started rocking back and forth. I started to figure distance traveled and direction when I stopped and just gazed down at Mandy. She was really enjoying rocking back and forth on that rock. “What are you doing?” “This rock just seems to fit the bill nicely,” she said with a smile as she slowed her movements to make one big long slow grind with her hips. Curiosity was getting the better of me now because I wasn’t even thinking about how far we had gone. I just wanted to know what was helping my girlfriend get off. “Let’s see what you’ve got there,” I said as I stuck my things in my pocket and stepped over to her. When Mandy stood up it was plain to see where she had been sitting. The few green leaves that still covered the bulk of the stone were mashed almost completely flat, giving a small hint of what lay underneath. But the rock was still more than 90 percent covered with small vines, ...