Hot box – Chap 4 – So That’s What It’s For

Free sex stories: Hot box – Chap 4 – So That’s What It’s For

There was no two ways about it, we were stuck; and not by just a little bit. We were stuck and fucked. My idea of hiding in the catacombs seemed like a great plan at its conception, but now, as we stood at the end of the pitch black tunnel with 4 or 5 bandits rummaging around outside, maybe this was not as great an idea as I first had thought.

Mandy was hunkered down in a little ball right behind one of the big pieces of rock that used to make up the ceiling. She looked terrified. “Are you ok sweetie,” I asked as I moved next to her and took her hands in mine. Her whole body was trembling as I crouched down next to her.

“What do you think they want,” she whispered as she strained to hear what was going on outside the hole.

“My guess is that they are looking to rob us,” I said as I moved her back away from the entrance and the pile of debris that was our only cover. I decided not to tell Mandy what would most likely happen to her if they found a vulnerable white female out here in the jungle. Just the thought of it would terrify her to the point of hysteria, and that would make my job of keeping us both alive considerably more difficult.

Outside the sounds of men’s feet stomping on the ground and the echo of their voices grew louder and louder. They were right on top of us and we had nowhere to go. It kind of reminded me of the first Christmas I spent with Mandy and her family. Only on that occasion I was the one who was shaking in my shoes.

It was the Christmas of our sophomore year and the first real trip we had taken together as a couple. Mandy had managed to persuade me to go with her to her parents’ house for Christmas and a few days away from the school. At first I figured this would be no big deal other than the initial meeting of the parents, but as we stood on the front porch of her parents’ home I began wondering just what I had got myself in to.

The family homestead was in a beautiful section of Randolph Vermont that looked like it had just fallen out of a Norman Rockwell painting. As we approached the house it became very evident that Mandy came from a family of substantial means. (By that I mean money) Sitting on what I guessed was about 2 or 3 acres of land the 2 story house rose up like a monument between some tall pines and the hibernating hardwoods. From the very first glance I was guessing at least 4 or 5 bedrooms with what looked like several out buildings. All in all it was probably in the neighborhood of 2 or 3 million dollars of real estate.

“Quit fidgeting,” Mandy said as she hit the button for the doorbell, “You’ll be just fine.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” I responded as I straightened out my tie and made sure my coat wasn’t too badly wrinkled. “These people know you. I’m the new comer here.”

“Well at least you don’t have cum running down your legs,” Mandy said just before the door opened.

“Merry Christmas,” the tall man with the thick mustache said as he opened the door and welcomed us into his home. I stood patiently with the bag full of gifts as Mandy hugged her father and returned his warm Christmas greeting.

“Dad,” she said as she separated herself from him before taking a step to the side, “This is David Winkler…my boyfriend.”

I quickly stepped up and put on my best manners as I offered a firm handshake to her father. “Hello Mr. Daniels, Merry Christmas.”

“Hello David,” he kindly replied as he looked me up and down a few times, “Merry Christmas. You know Mandy has told us an awful lot about you,” he said as he closed the door behind me.

“Well I hope it hasn’t all been awful,” I said in an attempt to make a light joke.

He looked at me with a little bit of a grin on his face indicating that he picked up on the humor. But that was it, there was no other reading from him as he guided us into the house and offered to take our coats.

The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside. Having been decorated with the obvious holiday accoutrements, the old Victorian style with the antique furniture still shown through the mask of Holiday cheer, bringing about a warmth that could only be associated with home. The ten foot ceilings allowed for a huge Christmas tree in the living room. I will freely admit to having felt out of my element. Growing up as a kid we would always gather around the Wal-Mart artificial tree that dad had stuffed up in the attic for the rest of the year. So being in a house with a real tree was quite a big difference.

The rounds were made and I was introduced to everyone. I finally got to meet Mandy’s mom, the woman she had spoken to on the very first day that we had met while we were fucking like rabbits. Standing next to her daughter there was virtually no difference between them. They were the same height, about the same weight, and aside from the difference in age they could have easily been sisters having their hair cut identically. She was an attractive older lady, giving away the secret of where Mandy’s beauty came from, and quite the woman of charm as well. Scooting around the kitchen she fussed about everything, doing her best to make everything just right. As she and Mandy chatted about everything Mandy’s father took me into the living room to meet that last two family members.

The first one we encountered was Mandy’s youngest sibling, James. At 12 years old he looked to be more interested in his X-Box than in meeting his sister’s boyfriend. I can’t say that I blame him. A simple “Hi, nice to meet you,” was all I got from him as he dove right back into blowing stuff up on their big 60 inch flat screen TV.

“And this is Katelyn,” Mr. Daniels said as he introduced me to Mandy’s 15 year old sister.

Instantly I could see the hormones go flying out of control in the lovely young lady that stood before me. She looked a lot like Mandy only a bit more petite. Obviously she was nowhere near as matured as her older sister, but that sure as hell did not hide the misty look in her eyes as she looked up at me. “Hello,” she said very properly as she offered her delicate hand out to me, “please call me Katie.”

“Hello Katie,” I said as I gently grasp her hand before giving it a gentile shake.

I could tell that she was already getting frothy between her legs simply from the look on her face. Those eyes reflected the dreamy state her body was in as she probably imagined what it would be like to be in the sack with such a big man. It was a bit flattering, to say the least, but it also made me as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of kindergarteners amped up on cupcakes. If not kept in check this could end up very ugly.

The whole evening was a nerve racking event. Every now and then Mandy would come by and see how I was doing before she was off visiting with someone else, leaving me at the mercy of her family. Her father asked virtually every question there was to ask of a young man who was dating his daughter. ‘What did I plan on doing for a living, how did we meet, what are my goals in life, was I planning for the future?’ (You get the idea) And what really sucked is that I had no place to retreat. I was in a strange place with no one familiar other than Mandy.

Mercifully the evening came to an end. I was shown out to the guest quarters just off to the side of the house in the back yard. It was a beautiful little bungalow, mirroring the style of the house exactly. With one bedroom a small kitchen and a living room and a bath room, it was almost nicer than my apartment back on the campus. “You’ll be staying here,” Mandy’s father said after he showed me around a little.

“Thank you Mr. Daniels,” I responded as I set my bag down on the floor just inside the bedroom.

“I’ll be along in a minute,” Mandy said as she held my hand and looked at her father.

It was easy to see that he did not want to leave us alone for any period of time. I guess I can’t blame him. All of the women in his family are beautiful, and I guess it’s only natural for him to want to protect them. So telling him that I had fucked Mandy really hard at the last rest area on the interstate on the way here was out of the question. There are some things that a dad just doesn’t need to know.

I flopped down in the chair just after Mandy’s dad closed the door and headed back to the main house. “WHEW!” I said as I let out the bulk of the evenings tension. “That was something else.”

“Ssshh,” Mandy whispered as she quickly looked out the window to make sure her father was gone. “This little house acts like a megaphone. The slightest whisper can be heard inside the house and dads’ room is right there.” And with that said she pointed in the direction of the main house. “I know that was difficult for you,” Mandy said as she sat down sideways on my lap and hugged herself against me. “I’m sorry baby. But you did really well, everyone likes you.”

“Do they,” I half asked as I ran my fingers over my head in an attempt to brush off some of the anxiety. “I don’t think your dad is too impressed with me.”

“Oh he likes you,” Mandy said quietly as she ran her fingers through my hair. It felt wonderful to have her touch me, especially since it felt like little massaging electrodes running over my scalp. “If he didn’t we would already be on the way back to school.”

“That makes me feel better,” I responded as I gently cupped one of her breasts in my hand. I could feel Mandy press herself against my hand, savoring the feel of my touch through her thick sweater.

“Easy now,” Mandy said as she pulled back a little and coaxed my hand away. “If he finds out that we’re doing anything you’re as good as dead.” I pulled my hand away from her breast and let it drop into her lap in a noted bit of rejection. She leaned down next to my ear and whispered “I’ll try and sneak back out here later on.”

“Ok,” I said as I kissed her. “I can live with that.

I was dead tired and more than ready to lay down by the time Mandy left for the house. It had been a long day, starting with the drive from the campus up to here, and ending with the 5 hours of pure tension in the parents’ house of my girlfriend. It’s no wonder that when my head hit the pillow I was out like a light.