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Night in Cairo
by Anonymous Author (1996)

***

This story is based on a brief affair I had with a Mid-
Eastern lady in Cairo, about 3 years ago. (MF, intr, 
affair)

***

It was about 3 pm in the afternoon and I was sitting in 
the lobby, skimming through the 'TIMES'. It was not 
crowded at the time and I relaxed, taking in the 
elegant green marble and chrome facade of the lobby. 
Looking a little beyond the glass door leading to the 
inner courtyard, I could see the attractive fountains 
and well maintained gardens, a welcome sight in this 
hot dry climate.

It was then that the little bald man came inside. He 
was about 50, looked Arab and was dressed in an elegant 
grey suit. He spoke to the receptionist, who nearly 
fell on her knees in respect. He then walked back to 
the door.

"What's wrong with you, Selma?" he called. He appeared 
to glower at somebody. I was observing this gentleman 
with no great interest and resumed reading the 'TIMES'. 

Presently the scent of musk announced a feminine 
presence. I looked up. Standing beside him was this 
lady and she was looking around the lobby. She was in 
her mid to late twenties and wearing a long skirt and a 
full sleeved shirt, with a black muslin scarf around 
her head. 

Blood rushed to my groin as I saw her and my little 
pecker started getting on his feet. She was about 5'9" 
tall, with fair face, straight nose and high 
cheekbones, cool grey eyes and jet black hair which 
reached a little below her shoulders. She had heavy 
breasts which jutted out through the thin material of 
her shirt and full rounded hips to match. 

Suddenly I caught her looking at me and our eyes locked 
for a few seconds. Flustered I looked down at the 
'TIMES' and pretended to read it. 

That night I met her again at the party. I had put her 
out of my mind and was reaching for my ninth dose of 
wine from the low table, kept plentifully served. 

"Hello, eye-catcher!" I turned around and saw her. She 
had changed into jeans and a T shirt and was standing 
there with her hands on hips.

"I would like an orange juice, would you oblige?" she 
asked me. There was a thin smile on her lips. 

I gave her the glass, but refused to let go until her 
fingers closed on mine. "My, my," she said gently 
wrenching it from me. We looked at each other and burst 
out laughing. Somebody bumped into me spilling wine on 
my shirt. I looked at him in disgust. "Come on," I 
smiled at her, "the garden seems much more civilized."

I lead her to the parks where the crowd was a bit less. 
"My husband has gone for the conference, I really 
shouldn't be here, you know," she said. 

I smiled and patted her shoulder. We talked a bit, her 
husband was in the arms dealing business and making 
tons of money. He usually doesn't take her around with 
him. Not unlikely, I thought, with that load of money 
he can screw his ass of every night with a bevy of the 
most desirable girls. 

As we walked our hands brushed each other. After a time 
we stopped pretending and my hand was on her elbow, 
pulling her close to me. Soon her hips ground against 
me, "Oops!" she said, but I drew her close, pulling her 
face to mine. 

We kissed hungrily for a few minutes, my hands running 
over her thighs, cupping and kneading her buttocks. Her 
heavy breasts rhythmically rubbed on my chest.

"I really must go now," she gasped breaking the kiss. 

"Of course, of course," I said "but where to go is the 
problem. Yours or mine?"

She stared at me for some time.

"Listen Romeo," she pouted, "I want no trouble, okay? 
He'll be back after..."

My lips were again on hers, and my hands cupped and 
caressed her delicious globes. She responded and 
pressed her pubic mound on my crotch.

"Ooh!" she moaned. "You really want to eat me!"

I couldn't get her to my room fast enough.

END

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