I blew up my left knee on a sweep and my football career ended. Coincidence or not it was during a game when my ring sat on my nightstand and Mandy was on the rag that my luck ran out. But until that fateful day Mandy would always reward me after the games with whatever I wanted in any way shape or form. Blow jobs, nonstop sex for hours, wearing costumes and role playing. It was some of the best times in my life and I fell hard for her. (You guys will get more of that throughout the story so just keep your socks on)
The haul through the jungle was hot and difficult to say the least. I had to give up my position behind Mandy to lead the way with the machete swinging back and forth at full force. Mandy followed quietly behind me as I hacked a path through the dense undergrowth. We might have been in the shade but it was still blistering hot, causing me to stop every 15 or 20 minutes for a good pull from my canteen.
“How in the world did those ancient explorers do this?” I said in between gasps for air and sips from my canteen.
“They had teams of men,” Mandy resounded as she stroked my arm in a soothing manner. “But my man is doing better than a whole team of explorers,” she said with a smile before she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
I didn’t know if I should feel honored or foolish for undertaking this heavy task. I felt like throwing up. But the sound of rushing water off in the distance gave me a little incentive to continue forward with our quest for treasure and riches. “Ok ass kisser,” I said as I holstered my canteen, “I’ll keep going.”
It took almost an hour before we reached the creeks bank. It wasn’t much of a creek, only a few feet wide. But there was a good amount of water flowing down it and it made several large pools at if cascaded down over the somewhat hilly terrain.
“Oh wow!” Mandy said as she shucked her backpack before stepping over to the crest of the bank. “Doesn’t it look fabulous!?”
“Be careful honey,” I said as I set my backpack down and began to hack out a small clearing. “There’s no telling how stable that….”….splash! I didn’t even get to finish my statement before Mandy was gone.
“Wahoo!” she hollered as she broke the surface and began wiping the water from her face. “Come on in baby it’s wonderful!”
“That’s alright,” I said as I threw the vegetation I had cut out of the clearing I was making. “Just don’t drink any of that.”
The last thing either one of us needed was Montezuma’s revenge, or something worse. I had pills in my pack to purify the water to make it drinkable, but not enough to cure the whole creek. But it was definitely amusing to watch Mandy splash around in the water. Her soaking wet T-shirt clung to her chest revealing her nice round breasts and the outlines of her areolas. Her display was actually starting to make me horny.
“What’s this?” I heard Mandy say as she was near the far edge of the pool next to some really big rocks. Reaching into the water, Mandy pulled her hands out holding an object wrapped in a piece of leather; the ends of which were tied with narrow leather straps keeping the contents securely inside. “David!” she exclaimed as she lifted the object up to her waist and cradled it with both hands. “Look at what I found!”
“What have you got there?” I asked as I leaned over the edge of the creek bank to see what she was holding.
“I don’t know,” she responded with a degree of excitement to her voice as she waded over to the edge of the creek just below me, “But it’s awfully heavy.”
Reaching down to offer her a hand up I got a little better look at what she was carrying. It almost looked like a scroll from the way she was carrying it, and it was about 12 or 14 inches long. But it was really difficult to see from where I was as Mandy struggled against the current to get to the creeks bank.
“Here!” she hollered just before she tossed the object up to me.
If you are ever in the field and recover ANY kind of artifact, NEVER throw it. Luckily for Mandy I have some pretty good hands and I was able to snag it out of the air before anything bad happened.
“Give me a hand,” she said as she struggled to get a footing at the base of the creeks bank.
We locked wrists and I gave a good hard pull, standing up as I pulled Mandy out of the water. In moments my soaking wet girlfriend was standing next to me. “You know you could have stuck this in your pocket till you got up here,” I said as I handed her find back to her.
“What do you think it is?” she asked excitedly as she looked at the piece of leather wrapped around the object from all sides.
“It’s a tamale.” I said jokingly as I sat down on a rock and pulled my handkerchief out of my pocket.
“Cute,” she responded as she flipped the item over so the flap was facing up.
“Why don’t you open it up and see what you’ve got.” I said as I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
Mandy spun around and sat down on my lap, positioning her soaking wet shorts and ass directly on my cock. I had managed to stay somewhat dry up until that point, having skipped my turn at a swim in the shallow pool, but my efforts to stay dry were for naught. Luckily I love her a lot. Tugging at the straps Mandy was not having very much success at getting them lose. They seemed to be woven into the bunched up ends of the piece of leather. And since there was no way to tell how long this thing had been down in the water, those straps were probably swollen up and thoroughly stuck.
“Damn it,” she said as her fingers kept slipping off the slick leather. “Have you got your knife babe?” she asked as she looked over her shoulder.
“No,” I responded as I watched her fiddle with the straps some more only to become more frustrated. “What is the golden rule that Professor Callahan taught us in class when it comes to an object wrapped with something?” I asked as I shifted my knees to turn her toward me a little.
“No knives,” she responded with a very noted bit of dejection to her voice.
“That’s right,” I said as I reached around her and lifted the object out of her hands. “So,” I retorted as I set the object down on the top of my backpack, “now that I am wet, let’s both go for a swim.”
Before Mandy could make a reply I quickly stood up, scooping her up in my arms as I went. She let out a loud scream as I ran the few steps necessary to get to the edge of the creek bank before leaping with her in my arms into the pool below. The water was fantastic as we splashed into the waist deep pool.
It’s really nice to be out in nature miles away from everyone else. You have a tendency to do things you usually only dream about. Mandy and I stripped off all of our clothes and splashed around in the water for quite a while. Several times we wound up fucking for a few minutes, celebrating the find of the object as well as just enjoying each other. But throughout those few hours our minds kept returning to the mysterious object Mandy had found wrapped in the piece of leather.
By the time we climbed out of the water several hours later the piece of leather looked to be considerably less saturated than before. We didn’t even bother getting dressed before picking up the object to start our inspection. “What do you think it is,” Mandy asked excitedly as I tugged at the leather straps to loosen them.
“It could be anything,” I said as the straps finally gave way and I untied the ends.
When the two flaps of leather opened up and fell out of the way my jaw dropped open. Inside was a metal cylinder about 6 or 8 inches long and maybe as big around as a golf ball with a 5 or 6 inch long piece of flat metal coming out of the end. It looked like a very elaborate knife because of all of the engravings in the sides around the cylinder, but the blade seemed to be broken; having several large chunks missing from several different places up and down its length. The end of the handle was rounded and smooth and the whole thing looked to be made out of solid silver.
“Holy fucking shit!” we both said in unison as I slowly picked up the artifact. “There must be about 6 or 7 pounds of silver here.” I said as I raised and lowered the knife in my hand several times to get an estimate of its weight.
Mandy took the knife from me and began looking at it very closely. “I can’t tell if these are engravings or if there’s something attached.” she said as she held the knife up to within an inch of her face and slowly rotated it around.
“Hat’s off to you,” I said as I leaned back against my backpack and flipped through my book to see if there was any mention of an artifact like this anywhere.
“I just wonder…” Mandy said before she got up and stepped over to her backpack. It didn’t even matter to her that she was still completely naked; of course we were way out in the middle of the jungle so we didn’t have to worry about anybody seeing us. But as she bent over her fantastic ass and glistening pussy were staring me straight in the face.
Now I am what you might call and opportunist. When the opportunity for something is presented I will usually take it. In this case the opening to the palace of pleasure was looking right at me while Mandy rummaged around in her back pack. Not being one to pass up the opportunity I quickly got up and stepped up behind her. Before she could say a thing I eased the length of my cock up into her soaking wet box.
“What are you doing?” she asked very casually as I began pumping myself in and out of her at a slow but steady rate.
“Oh I just came over to see if I could help with anything,” I responded as I gently grasped her hips and began thrusting more fervently.
“Is that so?” she retorted as she stopped what she was doing and looked back at me over her right shoulder. “I would say you just wanted to fuck me while I was bent over.”
“Thank you very much,” was my answer to her statement as I began to seriously root around inside her, “I don’t mind if I do. It’s not every day that I get to fuck an incredibly beautiful woman who just made the find of a lifetime!”
Let me tell you a little more about Mandy. She is a real sport when it comes to fucking. During the week of final exams our junior year, she would let me fuck her while she studied for her tests. Resting her upper half on the kitchen table top she would prop her head up on her hands while I stood behind her and did whatever I wanted inside her. She said it helped her to concentrate. I didn’t care one way or the other because I was getting to spend multiple hours at a time inside her and she would let me cum as much as I wanted; taking a break only when the mess was getting unmanageable. (That’s a good way to describe it) Not trying to toot my own horn but we both got A’s and B’s that semester.
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