************************************************************************ The following story is based on a brief affair I had with a Mid-East lady in Cairo, 3 years ago.************************************************************************ The following story is based on a brief affair I had with a Mid-East lady in Cairo, 3 years ago. In this story I have considerably embellished the lady's charms. Also I have compressed the time of the affair from one week to the unlikely period of one day !!! Your comments about this amateurish work are most welcome. ************************************************************************ It was about 3pm in the afernoon and I was sitting in the lobby, skimming through the 'TIME'. 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 'TIME'. 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 about 27, wearing a long skirt and and 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 'TIME' 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. |