Jewels on Display

I watched her descend the ladder, then followed her, closing the hatch after me.
“ooh, it’s cold down here.” she said.

I untied her blindfold. “It’s 67 degrees here all the time.”

“Okay,” she said, “Turn on the lights, milkman. I can’t see my hand in front of my face.”

I struck a match and lit a candle. Then I lighted three more and placed them in each corner of the dugout. The yellow flickering glow made our shadows dance.

Deardra spun around, taking in her surroundings. “This is sooo cool. You have yourself your own secret love nest.
Have you ever done the dirty with a girl down here?”

I felt my face get hot. “No. You’re the only girl that’s ever been down here.”

“Well, let’s see it,” she said, holding out her hand at crotch level.

“See it..” I croaked.

She laughed, “The jewels. Silly.”

“Right.” I muttered. I went to the corner where I’d hidden the coffee can. I got on my knees, then my stomach and reached deep into a little nitch. I grasp the can and backed out.

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