"Oh yeah! Gotta watch out for them Nazi's don't you? Better be careful or they'll steal your woman in a big basket and make for the desert."

Jamie couldn't help but glance at Allison's bottom as she bent over the table. The woman's rear was so perfectly curved that his penis gave a highly approving twitch beneath his pants. Allison gave a slightly knowing smile just as it did as if she knew the effect she was having on him.

"It's nice to meet another Raider's fan." Jamie replied whilst thinking of old showers and large spiders to take his mind off of the sight in front of him. "I don't have a woman to steal though I'm afraid. This digging for old junk business isn't as glamorous as Harrison Ford would have us believe."

“Really? I thought a nice boy like you would have ‘em queuing up to get a piece." Allison said, stopping her table wiping and started putting the chairs back straight.

“You look to be well enough equipped for the job." Her eyes had Lowered to his Lap. This caused the normally shy boy to turn an almost disturbingly violent shade of magenta.

Looking down into his lap he saw that his member, despite trying to force its way out of his underwear beneath his pants, wasn't showing any kind of noticeable bulge above the material. In fact the bulge she was talking about was coming from his pocket.

“Oh that's not..." He caught himself before he blurted something out that would Likely have made him go from magenta to beetroot coloured.

Jamie reached inside his pocket to pull out the Little glass bottle he'd found at the dig site. "It's what I found today up at the dig.

It's weird. I mean from the depth we were digging at it's not like someone could have dropped it in the past few centuries or so. Still it can't be Roman. It's way too well crafted for the artisans of the time.

We're talking Roman Britain here, ancient history."

“Well that is the prettiest Little thing." Allison admired the Little bottle and Jamie couldn't have agreed more right then. Largely because the glass bottle was causing Allison's eyes to glimmer with the Light it was refracting from the fire. The barmaid looked from the bottle to

Jamie's eyes and then smiled at him rather impishly. "You know Jamie. I think if you didn't turn that in. If instead you gave it as a gift toa girl you liked for instance. Then it'd almost make certain you wouldn't be without a woman again."

Now it's important to pause here and to tell you that Jamie was not an idiot. He knew that if he gave Allison the glass then historians would never be able to find out where it came from. It probably represented a whole new way of looking at ancient glass crafting techniques. It was probably the greatest find in Britain since they stumbled across Stone

Henge. There was no way any self respecting archaeologist would part with a find so important.

That was when Allison flicked up that skirt of hers to slide one leg over his lap and sit down. He caught a clear view of the tiny black silk thong barely protecting her modesty. The feel of her crotch grinding against his as she made herself comfortable almost made him cream in his pants right there.

Allison wiggled her hips in Jamie's lap. The woman felt so good that her touch could probably have kept a starving man from a turkey dinner.

Her left arm came to rest around Jamie's shoulders and her right hand reached down between them and took the Little glass vial out of Jamie's loosening grip. She gave the beautiful little glass a long look before flicking her wrist and sending it hurtling toward the fireplace. It smashed against the hard metal framing into what must have been over a hundred pieces. Jamie had long since stopped caring about it. His arms gingerly moved around her waist to let his hands hold on to her hips.

“There, that's better." She purred.

“Allison I'm not..." Jamie didn't get to finish his sentence however.

This was mostly due to the fact that the gorgeous apparent nympho in his lap had leaned in against him. Her large breasts pressed softly into his chest allowing him to feel her breath tickle his ear.