Diego pulled me
into his arms and we lay side by side on the narrow bed and I
looked over at Beth just as her face screwed up in orgasmic
pleasure, she whimpered out her joy, no where near as verbal as me
and then just lay arms spread eagled while Juan finished off.
The guys turned
out to be very satisfactory lovers and would do to keep us girls
out of mischief in the long evenings aboard the boat.
The next day
the boat docked at Palermo in Sicily for a five hour lay over, just
enough time to see a little of the town in a tourist bus, like the
Quattro Canti in Madqueda Street, the san Domenico Church and
Pretoria square with a bit of time left over to buy some souvenirs,
a coffee a bite to eat, the pasta was wonderful and then back on
board for the twenty four hour cruise to Athens. That was going to
be a ten hour stop over so Beth and I would have more time to do
all the touristy things.
The weather was
beautiful as we steamed across the Mediterranean so Beth and I
decided to catch some rays by the pool on the upper deck; I tell
you these cruise ships are very well appointed. We lay side by side
on two sun beds chatting away about our two Spanish lovers, both of
us were topless.
“What about
swapping the guys this evening?” Beth asked.
“Mmm I don’t
mind if you don’t although they might object.”
“Huh I
shouldn’t think so this isn’t some long term romance, just a bit of
cruise nooky as far as I’m concerned.”
“Me too and
variety is the spice of life after all.”
We both
laughed. I looked around and saw that the crowd of sun worshippers
were thinning out as they prepared for lunch.
“I’m taking my
bikini bottom off.” I whispered to Beth. “I got used to being nude
at Judy’s.”
“Well I will if
you will.”
“One, two,
three go.”
In unison we
pushed down our bikini briefs and I immediately closed my eyes, I
didn’t want to see if we had suddenly become the centre of
attention. You know even that little scrap of material feels
inhibiting after you’ve lain naked in out in the sun so taking my
bikini bottom off was liberating. After a couple of minutes I
braved opening my eyes and found that nobody was taking any notice
of Beth and me, so be it nude sunbathing for me in future.
Over night on
the long trip to Athens Beth and I did swap the boys and I needn’t
have worried they were just as keen as we girls to sample the
delights of another woman’s body. Juan didn’t have quite as good a
technique as Diego but he still left me orgasmically satisfied at
the end of the night. Beth the lucky cow managed two climaxes from
Diego so I knew the following night I wanted him back.
“I’ll fight you
for him,” she joked later.
“No fucking way
madam, share and share alike and tomorrow it’s my turn.”
On the way to
Athens the guys informed us that the Greek capital was their
destination. They were leaving the boat and flying to Madrid that
evening for an onward connection to Brazil. Beth and I were a bit
surprised at that revelation; we thought the guys had exactly the
same itinerary as us. Still we made the best of a bad job and after
I fucked Diego and Beth, Juan we made them swap and after the
change over and giving the lads extended blow jobs to get their
pricks back into working order once more had the pleasure of a
second fuck with a different partner. I tell you that Judy one had
a lot to answer for, Beth and I were now officially tarts,
lovely.
Athens was
stunning, we had time to see it all, a bit of an exaggeration I am
aware but you know what I mean. Again we took a tourist bus to see
The Acropolis with a quick trip into the museum, off to Syntagma
Square, beautiful, we then drove past the Helenic Parliament
building scene of so many news clips in the last year due to
demonstrations against the European Union’s imposed austerity
measures and finally Monastiriki Square, again beautiful.
Then it was
back on board for the cruise to our next stop in Turkey at
Antalya.
The stop over
in Antalya was another four hour rush. I’d flown into Antalya one
time with Stephen when we had a fortnight’s holiday in Side, the
one where he had to disappear in a hurry for a job, and knew it was
a tradionally Turkish town but with only a few hours off the ship
we inevitably only saw the tourist area, Hadrian’s gate, the
Hirdirlik Tower and The Fluted Minaret to name a few. Still a
lovely thimble full of proper Turkish coffee with the necessary
glass of cold water went down well along with a portion of ultra
sticky baklava and then it was back on board for the trip south to
Alexandria and the delights of Egypt.
Perhaps it was
just as well that our lovers had departed so we could have a good
night’s sleep. Beth and I needed to be up early when we arrived in
Alexandria, we had signed up for an excursion to Giza to see the
pyramids and the Sphinx and to experience a true Arabian Night. We
just had time in Alexandria for breakfast at one of the portside
cafes that we were led to by our tour guide. It was a pavement
cafe, very busy and the eight others on the tour plus Beth and I
were the only Westerners there, the rest were all Arabs. While we
were sitting there enjoying the food and coffee a black Mercedes
pulled up and out stepped a very distinguished guy in full Arab
style clothing, he was obviously a toff of some sort because he had
people fawning all over him. He was led straight to a table and the
waiters were double quick to serve the guy. He sat there looking
around watching the dhows as they spread their sails and headed off
out to sea, then he scanned the customers in the cafe and his eyes
settled on me, we made eye contact and he smiled, I smiled back and
then he raised his coffee glass in a toast and went back to
watching the harbour. A few moments later he waved a man over to
him and said something, the man turned around looked at me and
quickly turned away.
Aye aye I
thought what’s going on here was I about to be asked to swap my
life to be come a concubine for some Arab prince? Moments later the
guy stood up went to his Mercedes and it zoomed off; so much for
that little fantasy.
Ten minutes
later a mini bus pulled up and we tourists were ushered into it for
the two and a half hour drive to Giza and tourist heaven.
Fortunately the air conditioning in the mini bus worked superbly
and on good roads we were soon approaching the fourth largest city
in Egypt. The urban sprawl was enormous, we seemed to be driving
through suburbs of the town for ever and then in the distance we
caught our first glimpse of the pyramids, all conversation stopped
as we took in the magnificent sight.
The whole place
was overwhelming, our tour guide explained and gave us the history
of everything we could see, The Great Pyramid of Khufu, the smaller
Pyramid of Khafre, the smaller still Pyramid of Menaure, the Tomb
of Khentkaues 1 and of course not forgetting The Sphinx.
Towards dusk we
were ushered back to the minibus and taken to our accommodation for
the night, a bloody tent!
The Bedouin
tent inside was a revelation, it was without any doubt whatsoever
the most luxurious tent I’d ever seen in my life. The floor was
covered with thick rugs of the highest quality, drapes of the
finest silk hid the tent’s walls. On the far side from the entrance
were ten proper beds made up ready for us ten tourists to go to
pilly cush later. Low tables were placed in the centre of the tent
surrounded by dozens of cushions. I couldn’t find a grain of sand
anywhere which was remarkable seeing as we were surrounded by the
stuff. The staff here must have worked extremely hard to keep the
place so clean. Outside western tables were placed under awnings
with proper western chairs. I’ve never particularly liked the idea
of camping ever since I got soaked and freezing going for a jolly
with a boyfriend one Easter back in the U.K. All he wanted to do
was get inside my knickers but I was so bloody cold I kept my
clothes firmly on, needless to say we parted company on our return
to civilisation. When this trip was advertised as a true Bedouin
experience I thought we would be going to a hotel and have a bit of
entertainment some Arab food and that would be it I never thought
for a moment we’d be sleeping under canvas, but if you do have to
then this was definitely the way to do it. Behind the main tent
there was a second large tent which were the showers and western
toilets, unbelievable, hot water was provided by solar panels, this
company had thought of everything. To the side and downwind of the
outside tables a huge barbecue pit had been set up and delightful
aromas promised a lovely feast a little later.
We all put our
bags by our beds and then assembled by the outside tables where
cold drinks including beer and wines were available. Beth and I got
tucked into a particularly flavoursome bottle of chilled sauvignon
blanc and enjoyed the distant views of the pyramids. Our fellow
explorers, okay I know that’s a bit over the top, were a chatty
bunch and time quickly passed when Mohammed asked us to be seated
for the feast. And what a feast platter after platter of the finest
foods were laid on the table, we started with Molokheyyak a green
soup followed by Kebdah a fried liver dish, lamb kebabs, Mahshi
Haman, roasted pigeons stuffed with rice would you believe, Samak
Makly a grilled fish followed by fresh fruit or ice cream for
desert if you wanted it.
After the meal
we all sat chatting under the stars until one by one they started
to disappear off to bed.
Much later Beth
and I were left alone until she declared, “That’s it I can’t keep
my eyes open any longer I’m off to bed.”
“I’m just going
to finish this off,” I said holding up my glass, “and I’ll join
you.”
All alone I
marvelled at the millions of stars up there in the black sky.
Mohammed wandered over and started to collect the empty bottles and
dirty glasses.
“You okay
Mohammed?” I asked.
“Fine thank
you,” he replied. “You are enjoying this experience?”
“Wonderful, I
can’t believe there are so many stars up there.”
“There is light
here madam. Come with me there is a wadi not far where there is
total blackness; there you will see the sky truly as Allah meant it
to be seen.”
“Really?”
“Yes, it is a
wondrous sight.”
Just for a
second it crossed my mind that it would be crazy for me to wander
off into the desert with this Arab, but hey holidays are all about
doing different things.
“Why not my
man, lead on.”
“It is not far,
perhaps three hundred metres.”
Mohammed
switched on a torch to lead the way. At first the going was easy,
the sand was hard packed but after a hundred yards the sand
softened and turned to powder, my feet dug in with every step.
Eventually we came to a kind of cliff with a gap in it we walked
through and along the length of a small valley.
Mohammed shone
the torch on a flat rock. “Sit madam.”
I sat down and
he switched the torch off.
“Now you can
see Allah’s sky.”
I looked up and
here in the total blackness the sky was alive with a million, no a
billion stars. It was a magnificent sight, one that I committed to
memory and then a hand was clamped over my mouth, my arms were held
to my side and tape wrapped around me. I struggled but three or
four strong men held me fast. Tape was fastened over my mouth and a
heavy cotton bag that stank of onions was put over my head. Finally
my feet were taped together and then I was bodily carried off. I
tried to wriggle free but it was to no avail, there was no escape.
I was carried like this for perhaps half an hour and then
unceremoniously dumped into the back of some sort of vehicle. It
set off and all I could hear was the droning of the engine.
I hadn’t felt
any fear up until this moment but suddenly got very scared, where
was I being taken and why? If this was for a ransom of some sort
they were out of luck, I was a working girl along with everybody
else I knew, nobody was about to pay for my return. I was lost, why
had I been so stupid to walk away from the campsite, nobody would
miss me until the morning and by then I would be miles away.
The ride was
very bumpy, my head banged against the metal floor of the vehicle
every so often, I was finding it very difficult to breath inside
the cotton laden air of the bag and on top of that I wanted to pee,
desperately. Every bump of the vehicle increased the discomfort
until in the end after a particularly harsh jolt my bladder let go,
the relief was instant but the shame came on immediately. I hadn’t
pissed myself since I was three and here I was my crutch soaked and
nothing I could do about it. I tried to scream but the gag and bag
prevented me. The journey dragged on so much that I even felt a
hint of boredom it was so monotonous.
Suddenly after
what seemed like hours the vehicle stopped and the engine was
switched off. It was very quiet for a few moments and then I could
hear mumbled voices in Arabic. I tried shouting again and then
heard laughing, bastards. We waited there again for an age and then
I heard another engine in the distance and eventually recognised it
as a plane. It got closer, louder and then the sound stopped. Next
thing the tailgate was being opened and once again I was picked up
and carried a few yards and once more dumped unceremoniously into
another vehicle which I assumed was the plane which was confirmed
as the engines started, it swung round and I felt the G forces as
it accelerated for take off. The flight was only short I think, a
half hour or so and then I was bundled into the back of another
vehicle and a few minutes later once more lifted up and carried,
not very far. I was put on the ground, a door closed and there was
total silence. I lay there for ages straining to hear any sound at
all, nothing. It was then I burst into tears my plight was so
overwhelming. Here I was God alone knew where, alone and abducted,
was my life now over?