The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 09

and it wouldn't take too much to work out who was the most likely to have sent

it.

One thing the British did leave Egypt when she ceased to be a protectorate was

an efficient postal service.

Post.

Now that was an idea.

I slipped the necklace inside my shirt. Went back into my own cabin after

ensuring the catch was down on Linda's door and collected my passport.

Up on deck I saw on of the ship's officers, well, they performed that function,

and asked if he knew where Mahet was.

He told me he had last seen him going down the gangplank and he was in a lot of

trouble if he caught hold of him. All the crew were required for restocking and

cleaning of the boat whilst the passengers were ashore.

I thanked him and left the boat.

I recalled passing a customs house and post office when we had walked to the

police station.

I went inside. I found somebody who could speak English and asked to post a

parcel.

Air mail or surface. Airmail would leave the following morning on the coach to

Cairo. Surface mail would leave within three hours on a steamship.

I choose surface mail as the quickest way to get rid of it and purchased a

padded envelope, wrote a brief note to my grandfather and addressed the envelope

to him in Somerset. I paid the postage and handed over the envelope. I stepped

back and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw it placed in a brown sack with an

official looking logo stamped on the side.

I took the opportunity to fill in a couple of postcards. One to Steve, with

something fairly rude on it, the other to my parents with the usual wish you

were here bit.

I found my way to the police station. Jerez and Ahmed stood on the steps looking

out for me.

"Sorry it took me so long." I said. "I got lost."

I taken in front of the Inspector whom, I suppose, was trying to convince

himself I wasn't drug runner or white slaver or something similar. He called his

clerk in and gave him my passport.

Jerez made some phone calls in Egyptian whilst I dictated a telegraph to the

station clerk to my father requesting funds be transferred to an account in

Cairo that I was given the details of.

I was feeling a little uneasy about all this. Still if the police were aware of

what were happening and as the sum involved was not a fortune, then it was worth

a chance.

It took two hours for us to finish in the police station. We were just about to

leave when all sorts of commotion started. There had been a fight in the market

quarter between two religious factions. One man had been killed.

His body was being brought to the police station in the absence of a morgue. We

were standing in the foyer when the body was carried in. He was carried by three

policemen. His head was tilted back. The front of his Stewards shirt stained in

blood.

The Inspector looked at me.

"Do you know him?" He asked

"It is Mahet, the night Steward from our boat."

Chapter 2.

It was another two hours before I was allowed back to the boat.

I explained that I had only briefly seen the man on three occasions. Twice the

night before when he had got the drinks and once this morning when I had

disturbed him cleaning our cabins.

I was left in a room for twenty minutes on my own then released. I asked where

Jerez and Ahmed were and was told they had already returned to the boat to make

sure it waited for my return.

Jenny was waiting for me at the top of the gangplank.

She threw her arms around me and kissed me.

"Can't I leave you alone for a minute. I was so worried. We heard of fighting in

the town. Somebody was killed. The Americans had to run all the way back. Then

we all had to stay in the lounge and dining room. Then you weren't here. I

didn't know what to think."

"Well." I started to explain.

"Not here." She said. "In the cabin. I've got something to tell you."

We went into Linda's cabin. She was wrapped in a towel. She must have just come

out of the shower.

"We've been robbed." Linda said. "Both the necklaces have gone."

I told them what had happened.

"Do you think we should tell somebody?" Jenny asked.

"No." Linda said. "I think Paul did the best thing in the circumstances."

She looked at me.

"You weren't involved in anything?"

"No of course not."

"That's it then. We keep our heads down. Say nothing and enjoy the holiday."

I went back to my cabin. I'd hoped Jenny would follow me. She didn't.

Lee-Anne was in the corridor.

"I heard you'd come back." She said.

The boat lurched suddenly and threw us together. I automatically put my arms

around her.

"Time to look at your dressing." She opened my door and we entered. Closing and

locking it she sat down beside me on the bed.

"What happened to you?" She asked.

Leaving out the part about the necklaces I told her.

"The police kept you there a long time." She mused.

"I had other business about a friend of mine in a Turkish gaol."

"Oh yes. With those two Egyptians. How did that go?"

"Well I think. I'm a bit dubious about transferring money to the bank account

they told me too. Still if it

gets Len out it'll make Linda happy."

"I think she's quite happy with the way things are at the moment."

"I glad she's friends again with Jenny. They had a row the other day and Jenny

was very upset."

"Don't you mind Jenny doesn't sleep with you?"

"Well. Yes, but after what's happened to Linda she still very nervous about

being alone."

"What happened?"

As we spoke she unbuttoned my shirt and eased it off my shoulders. She peeled

off the dressing.

"You'll be as good as new soon. Leave it off for a bit a let some air get to

it."

Her hand went to my balls. I coughed.

"We've done that bit." She brushed my cheek with her lips.

"I don't think we should be doing this."

"Don't spoil it."

"But I have to think about Jenny."

"Think about her."

She placed my hand upon her breast. It was a lot larger and softer than Jenny's.

I felt the nipple harden.

"I'm a big girl now." She continued. "I know what I'm getting into. I won't make

it obvious, in public. If Jenny suspects I'll lay off. I'm not asking anything

from you except that you do again what we've already done. You don't have to

love me or anything."

My hand was still on her breast. I put it inside her dress and bra and pulled it

out. The nipple stood out. I lowered my lips to it. Swirling my tongue around it

as I sucked it into my mouth.

She caught her breath and ran her fingers through my hair.

Perhaps if I could satisfy her with my mouth she would be happy and I wouldn't

really be cheating on Jenny.

I'd salved my conscience before like that with Melissa and Chloe.

This was different. I'd already fucked her twice, I think. That deeds been done.

And I did like her. I knew it was wrong but I just couldn't stop myself.

My hand had slipped, without any conscious effort on my part, between her legs

and I was rubbing up and down her slit through her knickers. She lay on her back

and lifted her ass off the bed.

I looked into her eyes then pulled her knickers off. My prick was hard and

throbbing inside my trousers so I undid them and pulled them down to my knees.

She put her hand on my prick and pulled me towards her fanny. She positioned me

against her entrance and bent her knees. Her fanny lips opened and I sank into

her. She wrapped her arms around my back as I began moving in and out of her.

I moved faster. Her hips moved in circles, trying to keep pace with me. I felt

her fanny grip me. Heard a gurgling at the back of her throat and came inside

her.

I looked down at her flushed features.

"Is this a good time to ask if you're on the pill."

"I think I know how to look after myself." She lifted her head and kissed my

chin. "After all I am a Doctor."

I wriggled about inside to get more comfortable.

"I'd better be going." She looked down to where we were still joined.

I pulled out of her.

"Oh, of course. Sorry. I didn't think." I burbled.

They'll probably write that on my tombstone.

I stood up and removed my clothes as she put back on her knickers.

She looked me up and down.

"I haven't time."

Heaven forbid. The last thing I needed was another fuck.

"I'm going for a shower."

"I'll see you in the lounge for tea."

I put my arms around her and we kissed. My prick did twitch a bit. She felt it

against her pubic mound and smiled into my eyes.

"See you later."

She turned and left the cabin.

I felt hungry. I'd missed lunch so I pulled the bell cord and ordered some

sandwiches and beer from the Steward when he arrived.

I had time for a shower first. I went into the bathroom and switched it on. I

used the toilet, front and back, and picked up my razor. What were all these

little curly hairs under the blade? Had Jenny been using it to shave her fanny?

She had promised to one day after we'd seen Melissa's that time.

I stepped under the water. Why was it always just off freezing?

I soaped myself all over, included my hair. It had been a dusty town.

I stopped. There was a hand on my back, running down my spine, squeezing an ass

cheek. I reached behind and pulled Jenny into the shower. She was naked. I

looked down at her fanny. It still had it's thin covering of hair.

"Suppose it hadn't been me?"

"Who else would it be?"

"You're Doctor friend spends a lot of time in here."

Oh Oh. What was she getting at?

"She's very thorough. Besides we'd both be alone most of the time otherwise."

Back at you.

"Yes. I'm sorry about that. Loosing the necklace has made Linda even more

worried and nervous. I don't know when I'll be able to leave her on her own at

nights."

I felt her ass cheeks. She pushed her pubic mound against my prick.

Despite the fact that I really didn't need another fuck I felt my prick respond.

Jenny reached between us and cupped my balls. My pricked jerked to attention.

Well perhaps a quick one.

I switched off the shower and picked up the towel from the bar. I started drying

myself.

"Hey, what about me?" Jenny asked.

"Only one towel."

I turned to her and started drying her. She took an end and rubbed back.

There was a knock on the door.

"Hello." I called.

"Abdul the Steward, Sir."

"Bring it in."

Jenny looked at me, her head on one side.

"I was hungry."

"Let's see what you've got." She said looking into the main cabin and checking

to see what the Steward had left.

A tray was sitting on the dressing table. Goat milks cheese sandwiches in a

coarse brown bread and a pint bottle of beer.

"I missed my lunch because of you." She said picking up a sandwich. "Beer

please."

The bottle had been opened so I filled the glass and handed it to her.

I sat on the one chair in the cabin. Jenny sat on my lap, trapping my prick

between her thigh and my stomach.

"Good." She said, holding the beer glass to my lips while I sipped. "I feel

safer when I know where it is."

I picked up a sandwich and ran the middle finger of my other hand up and down

the crack of her ass while we ate and drank.

I was still hard when we finished.

Jenny stood up and burped softly. I belched so that everybody could hear.

She took my prick in her hand a stroked it a few times.

"I don't think I could stand too much bouncing about on top of after that." She

said, leading me by the prick to the bed. "Do you mind if it's only a quickie,

doggy fashion."

She climbed onto the nearest bed on her hands and knees, I knelt behind her and

pulled her ass cheeks apart.

"No. Anything you want." I said.

"No." She looked over her shoulder at me. "It's what you want."

"I want what you want." I said spreading her fanny lips with one hand and

guiding the tip of my prick against her opening with the other.

"You sure?" She said, then gasped as I pushed inside her.

I'd known her wetter and the first few strokes were sore but her juices soon

started to flow and I began moving easily in and out of her. She arched her back

and thrust her hips back at me in time with my movements, her fanny gripping me.

I thought I'd must have been near running on empty in the balls department and

would take a long time to come but I was wrong. Maybe it was the movements of

her ass or just the fact that I was inside Jenny that I soon felt the familiar

tightening of the balls and the swelling of my prick. She hadn't come so I tried

to fight it.

"Don't hold back. Give it to me faster." She panted.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. My prick jerked inside her fanny. Coating her

insides with my come.

I pulled out of her and watched as her fanny lips slowly closed.

I climbed off the bed and she stood up and faced me.

I put my arms around her and squeezed her ass cheeks.

"Must go." She broke free of my embrace. "I promised Linda I'd go with her to

ask the tour guide some questions. She's worried he might try to get off with

her if she sees him alone. We were talking to one other couple at the ruins

today, from Manchester they are, and they do this trip twice a year and he

always ends up with one of the passengers. Apparently this trip can be addictive

as there are three other couples who also this trip at least twice a year. We

think the guide is probably knocking the women off. There are only two

unattached girls on the boat this trip and that's Lee-Anne and Linda so I think

he's bound to try for one of them if his reputation is anything to go by."

She kissed me on the cheek.

"I'll see you at tea."

Cruising up the Nile 7.

A Paul and Jenny Story.

(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.)

All events and characters are fictitious.

Chapter 1.

After dinner that evening we sat out on deck with Lee-Anne and the two

Egyptians.

Jerez told of stories of the history of the places we were passing that would

never appear in any textbook.

The girls were fascinated. I admit I found it interesting.

Out of respect for their religion we didn't drink alcohol when we were with

them. Jenny's idea, not mine. A large pitcher of orange squash stood on the

table. We all had either a glass or coffee cup in front of us.

"Then there was a religious sect who lived above one of the villages we will

stop at on our return journey." Jerez sipped at his coffee. "Three hundred years

before the birth of Christ Jesus, blessings to his name."

It was funny how the Arab hated Jews yet tolerated Christians and yet we all

believed in the same one God.

I know I'd had Jenny that afternoon but I missed not having her with me all the

time. Even back in Bristol, when I knew we'd met again that evening, I'd start

to walk towards where her lecture halls were during breaks between my own

lectures. I knew I'd never get there and back in time but I still did it. I

never got to see her. She'd think I was silly if I told her.

"They had some very sexy rites." Jerez continued.

My ears pricked up.

"Each Pharaoh when he assumed power had to choose the religion for the country.

Most accepted that of the predecessors, but some, especially those who came upon

the throne unexpectedly would try to impose the gods they followed."

Another sip of coffee. Ahmed excused himself. The others' of Lee-Anne's party

were in the lounge behind us. I looked up occasionally and saw the two girls

staring at us through the windows. I beckoned to them.

"Howdy folks." Patsy was carrying a bottle of wine. Martine a tray of glasses.

"We sent those two drunkards to bed." Martine said placing the tray on the table

in front of us. "Who's for a drink."

Well I wasn't going to refuse. Then I looked at Jenny.

"Yes please." Said Jerez.

"But I thought." Linda started.

"Well who do you think they brew the beer for in Egypt." Jerez picked up the

bottle and started filling glasses. "It is true that in many countries near here

many things are frowned upon. Perhaps it is a legacy from the British some laws

are broken, amongst friends."

We all drank to that.

"What are you talking about?" Martine asked squeezing in beside Jerez. He had

Lee-Anne and Linda on the other side of him on a bench made for three. Jenny sat

on a chair at the end of the table near Linda whilst Ahmed and I had sat

opposite the bench. Patsy took Ahmed's chair.

"Jerez was going to tell us a sexy story." Lee-Anne said looking at me. She

reached up and pulled the top of her blouse away from her breasts to let the

cool evening air circulate. I saw Jerez look down the front of it.

"May I join you?" It was Mahed. The tour-guide.

"Please do." I said and he pulled up a chair next to Patsy.

Jerez started his story.

"As I was saying. Over two thousand years ago there was a religious sect in the

hills on the other side of the river. The Pharaohs second favourite son had been

enticed into joining them by the priests giving young maidens to him. They had

nine handmaidens of the priests who were deflowered by the high priest and used

to look after their needs. Should one become pregnant they were sent to live in

a commune outside the temple and, after the birth of their child, made to raise

funds for the temple by giving their bodies to travellers."

He clapped his hands and a Steward appeared as if by magic.

"Two bottles of wine and some coffee." He said. "And a large Brandy." He pointed

at me.

"The hand-maidens wore flowing white robes and exquisite jewellery." He

continued his story. "Golden necklaces and bracelets. All endowed with magical

powers. They were probably given something to make them feel sexy as most

ceremony ended in an orgy of lust. Even the common people, who were allowed in

to certain ceremonies could satisfy themselves on one handmaiden. Mostly though

they were kept for the priestly class."

The drinks arrived. I sipped at my Brandy.

"One new Pharaoh was a member of this sect before assuming the throne. His elder

brother died just before their father, some say he was murdered, and suddenly,

unexpectedly, he became Pharaoh. The priests of his sect wanted him to promote

their religion but at court he was pressured into maintaining the status quo."

I noticed his glass was only half full and that he never touched it.

"This upset the Priests who threatened to unleash a powerful deity to destroy

his line for ever. The Pharaoh heard that they were performing the ceremony and

came with soldiers. They broke into the temple complex as the ceremony was in

progress. The priests heard and abandoned the ceremony just before it was

completed and hid their urns and orbs and the handmaidens jewellery in a secret

compartment known only to a few. They then tried to escape through the many

secret tunnels that had been built below the temple complex ordering the

handmaidens to strip naked and give themselves to the soldiers. The first

soldiers stopped to satisfy themselves but the Pharaoh arrived and ordered the

girls to be taken to the Royal Palace and used there to service the lowest of

his slaves. Any priests they caught were killed but a few escaped and were never

heard of again. The Pharaoh had the Temple complex pulled to the ground and it

was thought the sect had died out."

He paused and looked around.

"In the nineteen twenties a team of German archaeologists were excavating the

old temple complex and discovered the hiding place of the jewellery. This was