Phebe Bodelle - Harem Girl

“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.