Hot box

Free sex stories: Hot box. Author: 1MTNMN45. This is a kind of preamble to a story line I have been thinking about. It is loosely based on some real people I knew back in college and some of their exploits. If you guys like it I will see about writing some more. I am not going to write about Kayko, it’s just too difficult. I just hope you guys will enjoy this little bit of entertainment.

Free sex stories: Hot box – Chap 1

Author: 1MTNMN45

We were a perfect match…or at least that’s what it seemed like. When you can have your partner finish your sentence, and even put the same kind of funny twist on it that you would, it tells you something about that person. It’s something that makes them more special than anyone else in the whole world. And when it comes to any kind of relationship, isn’t that what it’s really all about?

I met Amanda my sophomore year at college in the archeology section of the library. That was six years ago. My dad had told me to “study hard” because he said it would lead me to opportunities later in life. But when I bumped into Amanda, I don’t think my dad was using the same definition of “study hard” that I was about to discover.

As it happened I was in the library to do some research for an assignment in my archeology class. Ancient Central American culture was my topic, and with a file card in my hand I walked up and down the aisles looking for the necessary book. It was just as I turned the corner at the end of the row when I walked right into someone. I had not even seen who it was because I was looking at the top shelf and had not lowered my gaze as I rounded the corner. After the immediate thud, I heard books and papers hitting the floor. I felt so stupid and immediately lowered my eyes to see who it was.

From that first moment of contact with her I was a goner. And I mean like done, stick a fork in me because I am not worth a shit anymore. She was absolutely gorgeous! (At least in my eyes) Her hair was this frizzly mass of strawberry blond mangled disaster that looked like she had just lost a fight with a paper shredder but tried to contain it with a rubber band.

And she wasn’t very tall either, maybe 5 foot 6 and about 120 pounds. But she has the most gorgeous face I have ever seen. Her beautiful green eyes sit above high slender cheeks and a small pouty mouth with beautiful rosy lips. And with her nice slender build, aside from the mess of hair, she was easily a 10.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I blurted out quickly as I looked down to see this gorgeous creature I had just walked in to.

She looked up at me with those sparkling eyes after she did a quick head to toe spot check of me and just smiled. “It’s ok,” she said as she squatted down and began picking up the research material I had just knocked out of her hands.

Taking a knee in front of her I extended every gentlemanly courtesy I knew of to help right this situation I had just caused. (My mom would have beaten me to death if I had not helped her pick everything up.) It was then that I got my first good look at her bare pussy. I wasn’t trying to look. I swear it! I really was doing everything I could to help pick up her papers. But as she had squatted down her legs had parted leaving her smooth bald pussy in plain view up her skirt. It was only when I had reached for a piece of paper between her feet that I noticed she was going commando.

“I am so sorry about this,” I stammered as my eyes kept going back to that savory looking honey pot while we continued to pick up the papers on the floor.

“It’s ok,” she reiterated as the stack on her knees grew a little larger and the task came to an end. “I wasn’t watching where I was going either.”

We stood up and looked at each other and just froze for a moment. It was really weird. Had she seen me looking up her skirt? Was she pissed? What was happening? I could feel my heart begin to pound in my chest like I had just run a mile with a tank on my back. It seemed like time just stopped. I mean I couldn’t hear a thing, or feel anything for those next few moments except for my heart thundering in my ears. In that flash I got lost in her eyes and my world was set out in front of me.

Swallowing hard I was just barely able to speak when some of my senses came back. “I’m David,” I said while extending my hand for a more formal greeting.

She didn’t even think when she extended her hand out to grasp mine because all of her papers rained back down to the floor. “I’m Amanda,” she said, not taking her eyes away from mine as she gently grasp my hand. “Call me Mandy.”

“Mandy,” I repeated as I looked her straight in the eyes. Her name flavored my mouth as sweet ambrosia, quenching my thirst but leaving me wanting more. “Let me help you with those,” I said as I again took a knee in front of her and began picking up her papers for the second time.

“I don’t know what’s got into me,” I heard her say with a short little laugh of amusement. As she squatted down directly across from me again her legs opened up, revealing her bald pussy to me once more. “I guess I just wanted you to look up my skirt again.” she said very “matter-of-factly”.

I froze in place with a hand full of papers and my heart in my throat. Did she just say what I thought she said? I looked up at her to see her looking directly at me with a coy but mischievous smile on her face. “Well?” she said as she shifted her weight a little to make her legs open a little farther. “Wanna take a look?”

I smiled back at her before I dropped my gaze and peered up her skirt between her creamy white legs. Her pussy was opened up a little this time, giving me a shallow look at the soft pink skin that was hidden the time before. I looked back up at her to see this slight look of lust on her face as she slowly brought her legs back together into a position that was considerably more lady like.

“Very nice,” I said as I picked up the last of the papers and set them carefully on her knees. When I locked eyes with her again I leaned in close to her and said quietly, “But I think you just wanted to see how hard you could make me here in the library.”

With that said I stood up. She stood up as well while clutching the now mangled bunch of papers to her belly. I could tell she wasn’t mad by the expression on her face. She was sporting a look of surprise, disbelief, hunger and lust all at the same time. And her nipples were hard; making it plainly evident that she did not wear any underwear at all. I could see them poking out hard against the material of her button down shirt. Looking at her face again I came to the inevitable conclusion, I had just wound this little kitty up to the point of no return.

“Oh really?!” she said as she took a half step to her left and set her destroyed research down on the end of a table. “And I suppose I had no effect on you at all?” she half asked, half stated just before she reached out and grasped my dick through my jeans.

Now I am no John Holmes, but I definitely have enough “manliness” to please any lady, especially since I know how to use what I have. But for Amanda, I think it really surprised her to feel the rock hard piece of meat hidden just a few layers down. Her eyes instantly got big and her mouth opened as her fingers tried to lock around my hardened shaft. “Oh my god!” I just barely heard her mouth out the words as her hand slid from the middle of my shaft all the way down to the base till she was cupping my balls. She was right; she had definitely made me hard.

“That’s a mighty nice ‘Hello’,” I said as I glanced around the room to see a few other students sitting at a few of the other tables. I shifted to her left and put my right arm around her. She really was small because the top of her shoulder came up to my armpit. With one arm around her waist it was easy to guide Mandy around the end of the bookcase and into the aisle so we were a little more secluded. The strange thing is that she never let go of my dick. I think she was mesmerized or something. Once we were a few feet in from the end of the bookcase I stopped, allowing Mandy to turn her back to the bookcase full of books while I squared up directly in front of her.

“So you like that, do you?” I said as I leaned forward a bit to apply some more pressure to her hand with my groin.

“Oh my god, yes.” she stated with a smile on her lips and a longing to her voice. “You’re fucking huge!”

With a half step forward and a little bit of a bend in my knees I reached down and brought my right hand up through the slit in the front of her skirt until it came to rest directly on her sex. She was very hot, and the insides of her thighs were damp. I could feel the heat radiating out of her long before my hand had made contact with her crotch.

But now, with my hand directly cupping her pussy, there was no doubt about it, this little kitty’s motor was running.
She took in a quick breath when my hand came to rest on her pussy. “Well then let me say ‘hello’ as well,” I said as my fingers easily found that hard little button at the top of her slit. A couple of quick rubs with two fingers and her knees almost buckled, causing her to take in a breath. The soft folds of skin around her slit felt like silk as I gently stroked her, working my way back until my fingertips were circling around the entrance of heaven.

“Go ahead,” she whispered between her teeth as she leaned back against the book shelf and spread her feet apart. “Do it, stick your fingers up in me.” She grasped my forearm with both of her hands and locked her grip, coaxing my hand in deeper to the recess between her legs. “Come on baby,” she hissed as she licked her lips and ground her hips around in a small circle, “See what’s inside me.”

When it comes to sex, or any part of it, if I am a participant I do not have to be asked to do something twice. When I saw Mandy bite her bottom lip I stuffed my middle and ring fingers up into her as far as I could until her mons was resting firmly in my palm. I had pushed my fingers in all the way up to my knuckles. Instantly her fingers gripped really hard around my forearm and a lot of her weight came down on my hand.