Hot Box Chapter 3, The Lost City - Sex Stories

Hot Box Chapter 3, The Lost City

... been used for farming, or possibly an open air market. The lack of any appreciable artifacts in that area negated the idea that it was further housing. And being slightly elevated from its surroundings gave our place the feel that it might have belonged to someone of some status. Mandy found several unbroken plates in one of the rooms that must have been used as a dining room. This was yet another indication that someone of some status must have lived here simply from the presence of a “specialty” room. After a while, however, there was no denying the inevitable. I had to start swinging the machete again. The dense undergrowth made any kind of real discovering almost impossible. Looking at the map I was making and comparing it to the overhead photograph, we determined that a northeastern trek would probably profit us the most. Working as a team we hacked and chopped until it was almost completely dark, exposing several more structures, several sets of stairs, and one structure at the farthest reach of our efforts that I had originally assumed was a rather large hill. It was massive with no real visible markings of any kind. (Only on the little bit that we could see) But it was time to call it an evening. We were both tired and there was no way to do all of this in just one day. “Hey,” I said to Mandy as I dropped my backpack on the floor right next to hers, “You did really good today.” Mandy looked over at me before she gave an appreciative smile. “Thanks,” she said before ...

... she turned to look out the window into the rising darkness. “But I couldn’t have done it without you.” “Oh you didn’t need me,” I said as I pulled out my sleeping mat from my pack. “You and your pussy did just fine without any of my help.” Mandy turned to look at me and scoffed as I lit up the lantern. “The only reason we found this place is because I was thinking how nice it would feel to have that big cock of yours stuck up in me.” “Touché,” I said as I lay down on the floor and prepared to slip into a deep coma like state. “Maybe we can dazzle each other some more tomorrow,” I said as I patted the mat next to me before closing my eyes. I never heard Mandy reply, nor did I hear her come over and lay down next to me, the day’s events had zapped me to the point of complete exhaustion. With just a bit more than two weeks of supplies remaining, we were going to be hard pressed to document as much as we could before leaving would become non-optional. ********************************************** We had been working around the old city for a couple of days before we found the entrance to the catacombs. (I fell into the hole in actuality) We were both ecstatic and cautious as we entered the ruins, knowing full well that this could easily be our grave if we were not careful. If anything happened while we were in here, the rest of the world would never know it. We were already 4 long days of hiking into the jungle before we found the ancient city, so we were completely on our own ...