The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 09

taken to the Cairo museum and placed on display there. The items were to form

part of an exhibition going to America but somehow they didn't arrive. The son

of the archaeologist who had discovered them was working in the museum at the

time. There were suspicions but nothing was proved and he left shortly

afterwards to join his father in Cyprus. Our English friends can tell us more

about the discovery of the jewellery."

Everybody looked at me so I retold of our adventures in Cyprus and the finding

of the missing jewellery and its handing in to the authorities.

"Not all the jewellery was accounted for." Jerez said.

"Probably crushed in the cave collapse or Herr Kesler has it." I smiled blandly

at him.

"Probably." He agreed.

The evening was winding to a close.

Jerez and Lee-Anne heads were almost touching as they held a whispered

conversation. Mahed slid in between Linda and Jenny as they stood up. Taking

Linda's arm he led her to the boats rail and started talking to her. Jenny

followed.

Mahed was in his late twenties. He had been to Cairo University for a short

period, I never knew why he left, and had been a tour guide on this boat for

five years. He had contacts in every place we stopped at and coerced the

tourists into buying trinkets. These he would have parcelled up and despatched

to the tourist's address at no extra charge. Thick black hair and a wiry build.

Dark skinned and good looking. I could see how he would be successful with the

women.

Jerez was in his mid-thirties. Like a smaller version of Omar Sharif.

Lee-Anne couldn't take her eyes from his. They moved to the next bench along.

Lee-Anne smiling weakly at me as I passed. I felt a pang of jealousy.

That left Martine and Patsy. We moved closer.

They'd had a few drinks so I asked the question.

"Who's, sort of, with whom? In your group."

"We're together."

"I know that."

Patsy lent forward.

"Don't tell anyone." She whispered. Her breath smelt of wine.

"When we started at med-school there was a group of ten of us and we were always

falling in and out of love with one another which caused friction and

interrupted our studies. Jon, who was going to marry Lee-Anne, came up with this

scheme that we were all available for each other. No more stealing of

boyfriends. If two people."

"Or more." Martine interjected.

"Or more." Patsy continued. "Wanted each other then they just did it. We had

some good times. In our last year people formed more permanent relationships.

Poor Jon died. Joe and Heidi and Fred and Roberta are settled. Lee-Anne didn't

really care what happened, it was a struggle to get her through her finals. Then

she met you and now Jerez. She's come alive again."

I must have looked worried.

"Don't worry." Martine put her hand on my knee under the table. "We won't tell.

For a price." She ran her fingers up the inside of my thigh.

"Let's go to bed." Jenny stood by my side. She didn't look pleased. Martine

pulled her hand away.

I followed her, watching her dress twitching on her ass cheeks as she walked.

Even that looked angry.

Mahed had his arm around Linda's waist as I passed. Lee-Anne had attached her

lips to Jerez.

Martine and Patsy followed behind me. Taking it in turns to squeeze my ass

cheeks. Giggling like schoolgirls.

Inside the cabin I switched on the light. Something looked different. Everything

was still there but not quite as I left it. I must be mistaken.

Jenny used the bathroom. She came out carrying her dress, wearing just her bra

and knickers.

I reached out to pull her to me.

"Not tonight." She snapped. "I'm tired."

I didn't have to try to look disappointed as I slouched into the bathroom. I

undressed sitting down. Did the paperwork, flushed it and came back into the

cabin.

Jenny was already in bed with her back to me.

I switched on the bedside light switched off the main cabin light and crawled

naked into the other bed.

I switched off the light and thought of Jenny as she had knelt on the bed that

afternoon inviting me to take her from behind.

I felt sorry for Len but was glad that Linda might get off with Mahed. It would

mean I would see more of Jenny. And if Jerez and Lee-Anne hit it off that could

be a complication sorted.

I wasn't to sure about the price Martine and Patsy expected me to pay for their

silence. It was probably just the drink talking.

I looked across, in the darkness, to where I could just make out Jenny's shape.

I heard the door of Linda's cabin open and the sound of low voices. The door

closed but the voices continued. Jenny made a sound.

I listened to the sound of the engines below us.

Jenny sniffed. I hoped she wasn't coming down with a cold.

Chapter 2.

I awoke with a hard on and looked across at Jenny's bed. It was empty.

It was six-fifteen. The sun was shining bright outside. I got out of bed and

pulled back the curtain, which covered our porthole.

I waited by the porthole, watching the riverbank pass by. Camels, their backs

piled high with crops or slung with baskets, being driven along. Children

playing.

The door behind me opened.

Jenny entered carrying a tray with a coffeepot, milk and sugar and two cups and

saucers. Her face looked drawn, as if she hadn't slept. She was wearing a blouse

and a three-quarter-length wrap around skirt.

She put the tray down and walked to me.

My prick, which had been shrinking, leapt up fully erect.

She stopped looked at my face then down at my prick.

"You know I've been stupid."

What was she on about?

I must have looked blank.

"You don't."

I tilted my head to one side.

"Oh Paul." She flung her arms around my neck. "Can we leave? Go home?"

"But we're not half way through. Besides I thought you and Linda were enjoying

yourselves."

"We were. I mean we are. Oh forget it. You haven't been, I know. I'm glad you

made friends with that Lee-Anne."

Not a subject I wished to discuss.

She turned away.

"Coffee."

"I'd rather."

She turned to face me unbuttoning her blouse.

"It'll get cold."

I walked over, prick swaying from side to side, and pulled at the bows on her

hips. Her skirt fell to the ground.

Whist she was unhooking her bra I knelt and pulled her knickers down and off.

She stood there naked in front of me. I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and

pulled her pubic mound towards my face. I tickled her hairs with my nose then

licked towards her slit with the tip of my tongue. She opened her legs, placed

her hands behind my head and pulled me towards her. I felt the 'v' that

indicated the start of her fanny and licked inside. I felt the lump of her clit

and flicked it from side to side. I could hear her breathing change, heard her

make little snorting noises, grunts from the back of her throat. I licked

faster. Her breath seem to catch. I ran a finger between her ass cheeks, over

her anus and inside her fanny from behind. She pulled at my hair as she came.

She dropped on her knees in front of me and kissed me on the lips. She fell

back, pulling me on top of her and guiding my prick to her hole. I pushed

inside. It felt so warm and wet. I pulled out to her entrance and pushed back

inside. She drew her fingernails across my back. It hurt. I shortened my

strokes, quickening my pace. I was there. My prick jerked inside her, its

muscles pumping my come into her.

I looked down at her face.

A single tear rolled down a cheek. I licked it.

"I'm sorry." She said.

"What for?" I said, pulling out of her. "I enjoyed it."

Chapter 3. (Jenny).

We drank our luke-warm coffee, dressed and took the tray back to the galley.

We stood at the rail; arms around each other, my head on his shoulder, watching

Egypt pass by in front of us.

It was one of those moments you never wanted to end. The smell may have been

atrocious, the noise from the old engine cacophonous, but, at that moment I

didn't want to be anywhere else in the world.

I'd lain awake most of the night, straining my ears to catch any sounds from

Linda's cabin. I'd heard her coming. The squeaking of a bed. The sound of a

shower being taken at three o'clock in the morning.

I wanted to be there, with her.

I'd looked across to where Paul lay. He farted. I'd smiled to myself. He wasn't

bad really. Quite a good catch, some would say. After being with Linda I would

have to teach me to slow down, take his time more. Convince him he doesn't have

to beat the world record in making a girl come every time, only sometimes.

The shower had been switched off and the bed started creaking again. He had

great stamina. I knew how long Linda could keep going for.

Paul said something.

"What?" I breathed into his ear.

"I said. Luxor tomorrow."

"Hmm." I pressed a breast against his ribs. Keep him exited and he won't stray.

That was what one of the girls had said at school. Although, thinking about it,

she'd never had too much luck with her boyfriends. Perhaps, if you keep them

excited you must be available for them. I saw what looked like a big vulture

soaring on the first thermals. Round and round he went, slowly gaining height.

He was joined by a second, then a third then to many to want to count. Why

couldn't it have stayed at one?

Paul was speaking again. I moved my breast from his ribs before he got the wrong

idea.

"Should I have told the police about the necklace?" He sounded worried.

"Hmm. Probably." I didn't want to talk.

He'd got me thinking now. The spell was broken.

"It's a bit late now. What's with-holding evidence added to the other crimes we

have already committed."

"And what crimes are those?"

We both turned. Ahmed stood before us. White drill jacket and fez.

"I think you should come with me." He flashed some kind of warrant card at us.

We both looked at it.

"Cairo Department of Antiquities."

Cruising up the Nile. Part 8. A Paul and Jenny Story. By Paul.

(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.)

All characters and events are fictitious.

Chapter 1. (Paul).

It looked like we could be in the shit in a big way.

We followed Ahmed to the cabin he shared with Jerez. Jerez wasn't in the room

and one of the beds didn't look slept in. Jenny and I sat on one of the beds and

told our story. The truth.

I told him how we had brought the two necklaces into Egypt and how I was fairly

certain the Mehet had stolen one. I told him how I had posted the other one to

my grandfather in England.

Said like that it didn't sound too bad. If only Mehet hadn't died.

"Ah. Poor Mehet." Ahmed said, shaking his head sadly. "He worked for us. He must

have been coming to see us when he was killed."

Oh no.

"What will happen to us?" Jenny asked nervously.

"That is for the authorities in Cairo when we return."

I was really going to enjoy the remainder of this trip.

"We're very sorry if we have caused any trouble." From the sound in her voice

tears weren't far away.

"Go. Behave as if nothing has happened. Do not tell your friend, Linda, about

this. Do all we say and it will go well for you." Ahmed said and indicated the

cabin door.

Back in our cabin I sat next to Jenny on a bed and put my arm around her. At

first I thought she was going to shake it off but tears came first. I held her

close. I murmured words of encouragement in her ear. I tried to be positive. To

look on the bright side.

Eventually her crying stopped and she turned her tear-streaked face up to me. I

smiled down into it.

"Are you sure everything is going to be alright?"

"Of course. Have I ever lied to you?"

"Well, not really I suppose. You sometimes tell the truth as only you see it."

She was smiling now.

"Let's go and get some breakfast."

"I'm not hungry."

"He said we have to act normally."

Chapter 2.

After breakfast, at which we didn't see any of our companions of the night

before, we went back to our cabin.

We sat and talked. Lay down and talked. Talked and waited.

The boat pulled into our last stop before Luxor. A three-hour stop to look at

some ruins and shop in the local market.

Linda finally surfaced looking flushed and a little embarrassed as she came into

our cabin. Jenny ignored her.

She was going to the ruins with Mahed. Jenny declared we would be going to the

market. She put her arms around me and kissed me in front of Linda.

I saw Lee-Anne briefly as she looked at my shoulder. She was walking a little

stiffly but wore the biggest smile I think I'd ever seen.

She was going to the ruins with Jerez; she gave me a peck on the cheek when

Jenny wasn't looking.

Abdul, our cabin Steward came to our door to collect laundry and make beds so we

went up on deck and watched the docking.

We quickly did the market and returned to the boat. I bought Jenny a stuffed

camel.

The heat was stifling so I switched the fan in the centre of the cabin roof on

to its highest speed and we both stood underneath it holding our clothes away

from our bodies to allow the breeze to cool our skin.

I looked at Jenny and unbuttoned my shirt.

"Its too hot." I said as I slipped it off and threw it over the back of the

chair. That was better.

"It is too hot." Jenny agreed as she unbuttoned her blouse and threw it on top

of mine.

I undid my trousers and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them I

kicked them to one side. I pulled at the bows on Jenny's hips and her skirt fell

to the floor.

We stood there for what seemed like ages, in our underwear, under the fan just

holding hands.

I felt cooler.

I looked down. I could see the outline of where her fanny began where her

panties had ridden up inside her slightly. I pushed one finger inside the leg of

them and pulled the white, cotton material out and away from her. I put my hand

on her hip and she put hers on my shoulder. I caught the smell of rose scented

talcum powder. I stepped closer and looked down over her shoulder at her ass

cheeks. Her panties were stuck between them. This was a bigger job so I used

both hands. Sliding them both inside I pulled the material out.

If my prick grew any more it was going to tear a hole in my own underwear.

It was pressed hard against Jenny's pubic mound. I moved from side to side.

Rubbing it across it. I squeezed her ass cheeks and ran my finger down the crack

between them. I stopped at her anus. I rubbed around the tight folds of skin.

Then up and down across it.

"It is very hot." Jenny kissed into my ear.

"You'll be cooler without your knickers." I kissed back.

"Its too hot to move." She stretched. Her arms out to the side.

I dropped to one knee and pulled her knickers down. My eyes were level with her

pubic hairs. I kissed them. Then her navel. She'd unhooked her bra and pulled it

off by the time I reached her nipple with my lips. I sucked it into my mouth.

Flicking it with my tongue.

She pulled my head up to her own and placed her lips on mine. I pushed my tongue

against them and they opened. I searched inside for her tongue. There it was.

Trying to get under mine. I pushed it to one side, she fought back. The tips

fenced. She closed her lips around mine and sucked like she did with my prick. I

had more sense than to resist this so I squeezed her ass cheeks and pushed a

finger into her fanny from behind. I pushed it in and along. Opening her fanny

lips. Making her wet.

She pulled from me and pulled me by the hand to the nearest bed. She lay on her

back, knees bent, legs spread wide and guided my prick into her fanny as I knelt

between them. I sank down into her. She gasped. I grunted. I picked up the pace

from the movement of her pelvis and thrust in and out in time. I looked into her

eyes. They had a faraway look. I kissed her nose and she smiled at me.

I could feel my balls tighten, the familiar swelling of my prick. My sudden

increase in pace took her breath away.

"I'm coming." I called out. But I think she could have guessed from the jerking

of my prick and the pumping of my come inside her.

I pulled from her and lay down by her side. She hadn't come so I placed my

finger on her clitoris and rubbed fast until she did.

I looked down at her.

"You have a silly, self satisfied grin on your face." She said when her

breathing had returned too normal.

"I'm happy."

"Sure?"

"Of course. Are you?"

"Hmm."

I lowered my face to hers and kissed her lips.

She turned onto her side away from me. I slid in behind her like a spoon.

I could feel my prick hardening against her ass as we lay there.

"What shall we do this afternoon?" I said, trying to fit the tip of my prick

between her cheeks.

"Be normal. Like the man said." She lifted her top leg into the air and I was

suddenly prodding her fanny lips. I pushed and felt myself enter her. She

lowered her leg. I moved slowly in and out. "We'll go to the talk on Luxor that

Mahed is giving."

I heard Linda's door open and the sound of voices. I felt Jenny tense. I thought

I heard the bed creak but it was difficult with the noise of the fan above us.

Anyway, let Linda have her fun, I was having mine with Jenny.

I moved in and out of her a little faster. Then faster still.

"Are you going to come?" I gasped into her hair.

"Don't worry about me. Just finish."

I never understood Jenny. Every time I made love I wanted to come but as often

as not she would just let me do it, tell me she enjoyed it afterwards, but not

come. I did try putting it in her, moving in and out and pulling it out without

coming. It didn't do a lot for me.

I did as instructed. Perhaps I was making her sore. But as usual, the more I

tried to hurry the longer it took. Finally I was there. I came, but I didn't

really enjoy it. The mood had changed.

I got up and went to the bathroom. Had a piss and opened the door into the main

cabin without flushing it. Jenny was standing with her ear to the wall between

ours and Linda's cabin listening intently.

"What are they doing?" I whispered loudly.

She jumped as if I'd shot her.

"You didn't flush the toilet." She almost snapped at me.

"Sorry." I went back and did it.

She was sitting crossed leg on the bed when I returned. I looked at her fanny.

It was leaking come.

"You're leaking." I pointed out.

She ran a finger along her fanny lips and pushed it back inside.

"I don't think she should be doing that." She indicated the wall with a nod of

her head. "Not with Len where he is."

"I said that in Cyprus."

"It's different here."

"As you both told me back there it's none of my business."

"I was wrong." She was serious. "We have to make it our business for Len's sake.

Chapter three.

After lunch as the boat continued its journey south we listened to Mahed's talk

on Luxor and the Valley of the Kings. Interesting enough. I sat on a sofa in the

lounge. Jenny sat next to me holding my hand on her lap for Linda to see. Linda

sat next to her and ignored her, watching every move Mahed made.

A lot of the talk was about Carter and Lord Carnarvon. I had heard of them and

Tutenkhamun. Apparently we would be able to go into his tomb tomorrow. Then we

would drive up to the Valley of the Kings and on the following morning visit

some mortuary tomb or other before we started our journey back to Cairo in the