0 comments/ 7999 views/ 0 favorites The Nile Project By: willypaw Seated in the small passenger plane as it nears the airport, I recall the initial assignment, two years ago, and how I was sure that it would prove to be the perfect situation to become the most miserable period of my career, if not my life. I remember thinking I should have continued my academic path into medical research instead of the outdoor pursuit of geology. The plane was descending and my reflective thoughts were temporally disrupted, as smoothness of the aircraft is replaced by the lurch and slowing as it touches down near the Nile River in Egypt. My thinking again turns to the task at hand. What a deal; to study sediment transport on a muddy river in Africa. What will the government think of next? Obviously this has been happening for millions of years as evidenced by the huge delta. Oh well, someone must study the process and that requires sampling and samples. Especially if the government is willing to pay for it. The plane continues to taxi toward the off loading area and again I recall on that initial trip how my personal spirit and all connections to it were quite low. On top of this I was to meet a required government assistant which I was dreading. I had learned at the last minute the name was Gene. Probably some old retired half-trained gentlemen who would fall over his own shoestrings because he could not manage the complicated knot to secure them properly. Oh well, it will only be for a short while. I smile as my thoughts recall stepping off the plane on that first trip in the most unwelcome heat and somehow resisted the urge to about face and climb back on board. Several expletives escape my lips and as the lady just ahead of me turns and gives me a look of disdain I snap out of my self-pity. Ok where is the assistant who was to be here at my arrival? I'm anxious to get this over. I will never forget the dusty little terminal which was only slightly cooler than the sticky heat of the outside except it was blended with the stench of people that could in no way take proper care of their personal hygiene in this type of climate. There were a few people waiting for passengers and others waiting to board but I do not see anyone who I envisioned to be, like say, Dr. Livingston in a pith helmet without a shower and shave. I remember thinking that his project was going just as I thought it would and that was not good. I recall that I started to make my way to the baggage area when an attractive lady approaches with her hand extended. I snapped out of my morass of self-pity and without hesitation produce a genuine smile at this gesture and when she calls my name I felt a rush of elation. Was this my assistant? It had to be, as no one else even knew I was here. I stammered, are you Gene or was that, Jean? Well it was Jean without pith helmet, with shower and wonderful scent and a lovely lady to boot. That was our first meeting and now I find myself eagerly awaiting her arrival for this third round of sampling and our journey up the Nile together. What fun we invented from the deck of one of the excursion boats. I have to admit I have spent considerable research time since in the design of some new tactics ... for us of course. I now reflect on this dream that came true. The saying that I use to scoff at now rings true, "If you ever visit Egypt and drink water from the Nile even once, you will be sure to come back. Indeed Egyptians, as well as all their guests, believe in that." I can hardly wait to get off the plane and look for Jean. Jean was more than just an attractive woman but also one with no apparent inhibitions as I eventually discovered on that first cooperative project. By the second research trip we were having lots of fun in all sorts of positions and situations. Some of the side trips to small villages and ruins where very special and one of the real bonuses was her fluent knowledge of the native languages. I still do not know much about her and she seemed to want to keep it that way. I suspected that she was a celebrity or royalty of some sort and that added spice to the extremes of the relationship. The professor and the regal lady for two weeks of the year were a great hot sexual combination. I never knew her exact duties at the government level either, but then again, the fact it was government meant she might not either. She played the role of a royal 'lady of mystery' and on the second research project last year there was no doubt she enjoyed this relationship. It worked for me also and often in a spectacular way. This Nile trip was greatly anticipated, as I knew Jean would be again my close assistant and this trip now is my highlight project of the year. Jean springs out of the small airport crowd and my reflective daydream abruptly ends. She flattens herself in a full embrace upon me and with feet off the floor I barely have time to let my carryon items drop into an empty chair. As I hold her off the ground, I'm already attempting to erect and she acknowledges this by not only her own teasing pelvic thrust but also a quick hand check, a gentle search and then squeeze. She obviously enjoyed the relationship. I turn to a couple of Egyptian ladies who had remained transfixed on our greeting and I give them a smile and a wink. After I direct my equipment and luggage sent to the boat we decided to walk to the moorage. We pass hand in hand through the tarmac and after crossing the parking area enter into a nearly deserted beautiful riverside park. It is starting to cool down as we approach the river and walk through the shade of the park vegetation. Her full breasts bounced gently beneath the fabric of her lavender blouse, which was tucked into a long flowing skirt. Jean in her way casually tells me she is wearing nothing but a skirt and blouse and notes she is already feeling wet with anticipation. I suggested we find a bench out of the main area to check out the actual condition of one another in regard to anticipation. She grinned and asked, "what was the hurry? Don't you want to get on board and under way so we can look at the wildlife like last trip?" She laughs and says, "remember the fornicating crocodiles we mimicked leaning over the upper rail of the boat?" I reply that the wildlife that would capture my interest right now is right under her skirt and she gazes into my eyes, smiles and squeezes my hand. The gravel path wound through many types of dense foliage. There were concrete benches set back into the plantings at irregular intervals along the path. This had been an excellent choice as the area appeared deserted and our readiness to have each other. I chose a bench midway along the path that faced in a direction where we could see the river and our boat moorage. We stood close and I raised her skirt. She lifted her leg, putting one foot on the bench beside us. I sat on the bench edge with her lovely pussy inches from my face. She then reached down and using two fingers pulled her inner lips wide apart, opening herself to my eyes, fingers and eventually mouth. I stroked her wiry curls that framed this lovely area and ran a finger lightly over her long inner lips, which protruded slightly. They were an exciting deep rosy pink, slippery and wet. She reacted with a moan when she felt my warm hands cupping her buttocks and then a loud sigh of pleasure as my tongue moved tenderly around and over her clit. I sucked at it gently. Covering my teeth with my lips I softly squeezed the base of the pulsating bud and flicked my tongue rapidly over the top. She moaned "Oh Lord that's nice" and held my head for support as her knees grew weak. She pressed herself against my mouth, squirming with pleasure, only to gasp in surprise as my index finger began circling the eager entrance of her vagina. I dipped deeply into her wet warm cavity, coating my fingers with her juices, then withdrew and slowly pushed a finger into her anus. Moving my thumb into her vagina, I gently rubbed thumb and forefinger together. She pressed against me. I again use my hands to hold here close and continue to circle the soft vaginal lips with my tongue and as she pleaded for more I concentrated my mouth activities on her clitoris. I embrace it with my tongue and suck it with my lips. Jean is now loudly saying "Please! Please baby, please. Dick, I need it" and I could feel her stifle back a scream as I continue to work my mouth on her. "Damn you she cries, "stand up and get that uncut cock into the action, get those pants off". I smiled up at her moving my fingers in small circles, "Did you want something? "Give me your cock", she repeated. "Right now? Don't you wish to wait until we get on board the boat?" I said as a tease and without conviction as I was about ready to explode. I was aching from the confinement of my cock. I again placed my mouth on her and using my lips tugged gently at her wet moist pussy lips. "Don't tease. God! Don't make me wait," she insisted as she pinched her aching nipples through the thin material of her blouse and then my fingers were no longer inflicting their sweet torture as I stand up. Now she was simply standing, empty and trembling while I freed myself from the confines of my jeans. Back in a sitting position I drew her down to my lap facing me and with both of us aiding in the navigation a perfect alignment was achieved and I could watch the length of my cock disappear into the snug warmth of her pussy. With a sigh of pure pleasure, Jean slid slowly down the shaft until she could hold no more, then spread her pussy lips so that my bushy pubic hair brushed against her swollen clit. She contracted her vaginal lips around me with her cervix bumping onto the exposed head. She then began riding me in earnest, rising slowly, plunging down quickly, over and over. My hand slips under her blouse, which had freed itself from the skirt and gently seized a nipple. I pinched and pulled at first one then the other as she moved faster on my erect shaft. My pressure is building rapidly. She shook her head, her hair falls over her eyes, and she cried out as the spasms began within her. She thrust and gyrated against me with each shuddering wave. I now released a torrent of my own pent up juices into her as her pussy continued sucking and devouring my very happy cock, milking out each spurt of cum. She nuzzled against my shoulder as our mutual orgasms faded slowly. Darkness starts to fall and neither of us heard the crunch of gravel on the path until the uniformed park attendant was almost upon them. As he spoke Jean translated into, "'Scuse me, but you folks'd best be gettin' on home. We're fixin' t' shut 'er down on accnt of we cant hav it open at night as the young brats gather here to to smoke and fuck." Jean then remarks to the park official, "Thank you Sir, we'll be right out," and the attendant left us to rearrange our clothing. While Jean's skirt covered our major inner action area, which was still in a state of engagement, the pile with my jeans and underwear must have been a clue to our activities. We could care less. We dress, and then make our way smiling and happy toward the felucca which will take us out to the larger upriver "excursion" boat. We are now ready to get on with trip up river and yes even the routine sampling work. But the real effort would be to find interesting things and ways to enjoy each other and this would take some effort as we exhausted most last year. There will be about one hundred people on board and all probably will have their own story to tell but not like the one Jean and I are likely to create. The Nile Project Ch. 02 Our luggage and equipment had arrived at the Asyut docks and we had confirmed rooms ready. We were treated with VIP status and again I suspect it was due to the connections of my lovely assistant. I did not know what influence she had as she still preserved this mystic regarding her personal history. I enjoyed this combination; a stoic scientist teaming up with what could be the possible elegant member of a royal family. The dock workers spot us coming and immediately start to arrange our baggage and crates so as to accompany us aboard. These excursion boats could be mistaken for a small Princess Line Cruise ship and we will not exactly be roughing it for this fieldwork. Your tax dollar at work. We make our way to our adjoining rooms, the larger of which included a table and working space for the equipment including laboratory materials and microscopes. A wonderful view window on this second deck level and a private small deck on the afternoon shade side will afford viewing of the traversed route when we are outside. The air-conditioned room provides a cooling off spot regardless of how our temperature might get elevated. It will take slightly longer than a day to reach our first sample station and that is dependent on the ship leaving the dock on time. We don’t concern ourselves with this as we unpack key equipment and as the titanium laptop computer and then the digital camera are pulled from their protective cases Jean smiles as she points the digicam lens toward me. She makes a little click noise and then moves closer to me and pretends to snap various areas of my body. Click for the nose; click for the pocket with pens and ruler, click for my fly and then a smile. She now hands the camera to me and as she unwraps her light garment and puts it aside she reclines into the large chair. It is obvious what she wanted me to do and without a hitch her lovely body was recorded in .jpeg format. My erection is bulging out the thin shorts and it is not missed by Jean as she reaches out and squeezes gently to assure herself all is in place then with a smile lets me know she is pleased. Then she asked, "How should we store these when we are through. Should I start a new folder for research related images? She gives that little laugh knowing full well it is distracting me as my erection grows. Jean proudly displayed her breasts and points to the camera and I take the image. They were big and perky. Her aureola were striking and set off the erect nipples. They looked so excellent. Jean was smiling and moaning and as I bent over to suck her lovely breasts while she unbuckled my belt and released the catch on my shorts. As they fell to the floor my cock sprang through the fly of the boxer shorts. I moved closer and kneeling took her breast into my mouth where I receive the added thrill of feeling the nipple growing hard with my suckling. I buried my face in her cleavage as she squeezed against my face. She moved them back and forth across my face as I continue my oral worship of each. Jean’s hands continued down my chest opening each button on my shirt before entering proceeding further. She then begins rubbing in a circular motion while kissing and lightly pinching my nipples. When Jean’s hands reached my stomach after all the buttons on the shirt had been undone; she slid her hands around my back and under the elastic of my shorts. Hooking the band she ran her hands along with the shorts over my butt and down my legs until the boxers fall in the heap with the shorts. I step out of both and Jean smiles as she bends forward and as if to claim her prize, she grasps the base and proceeds to trace her lips down the entire length. I watched as she repositioned and knelt in front of me, kissing and licking the underside of my uncut cock from its base to the now exposed wet head. My legs were nearly shaking as she pulls my rear with the free hand while nibbling all around my shaft and balls. My hard prick, wet with Jean's saliva, was twitching with excitement. Jean rolled her eyes at me as she placed my straining shaft into her warm mouth. Her lips moved over the shinny head and down the shaft until she had swallowed all of it. I groaned with pleasure as she sucked on my entire cock, flicking her tongue across the bottom then releasing pressure, sliding her mouth back, letting my cock come almost completely out of her mouth, then going slowly back down to swallow even more. I ran my fingers through Jean's silky hair while pumping my hips slowly as she continued to take me deeply into her mouth. Jean started to move faster and I felt a surge building deep in my balls. She was taking my entire length into her mouth. I could feel myself coming up against the back of her throat, and she wanted more of it. Jean was moaning and the erotic slurping noises added to the total of the experience as my cock rode in and out of her mouth. She liked what she was doing and she was good at it. I gently held fistfuls of her dark hair as I pumped my cock into her welcoming mouth. Jean was bobbing her head, feverishly sucking my dick while she was griping and stroking the base of my cock with her hand. She began to coo as she tasted the precum that had seeped from me. I could feel my climax coming. I think my toes were curled tight, my legs were tense and my butt was clenched as I felt the excitement build. I lost all sense of time and place as the sensation built to a climax. Jean continued to voraciously suck and pull on my cock, licking it, swallowing it. I felt as hard as granite and as big as a tree and I could feel it in the bottom of my balls as I started to come. My cock throbbed, sending waves of pleasure through my rod, pumping a huge load of cum into Jean's mouth. Jean was very pleased to serve as my assistant and my satisfaction with her was obvious. Now I wanted to show her appreciation and respect not to mention, desire for her. I eased her back into the chair and buried my face into her very moist pussy. Jean lifted her pelvic area, spread her legs and I could see her labial lips were swollen from her near orgasm of a few minutes ago. I gently tongued her outer lips, occasionally swiveling my head to nip the insides of her thighs, but always returning to circle her clit and as it swelled up I sucked on it with reverence. There was no end to the wetness from her own lubrication and it trailed down her thighs. I continue using my tongue bringing Jean nearly to an orgasm for which she showed her appreciation by soft moans. Her grip on the back of my head intensified while thrusting her pelvis into my face. I then realized how hard I was getting again and instinctively raised up and while supporting her legs over my shoulders placed my cock into her very wet love canyon. We exchanged extremely wet but very tasty kisses flavored by our juices. It had been just a short time after our last climax thus this time it lasted much longer as both of us enjoyed and yes savored the overwhelming sensations coursing through our bodies. Finally, after about thirty minutes, with this wonderful buildup, I came again, not as much this time, but sensing my reaction she started thrusting to meet me in perfect unison. It was good, the pleasure was intense. It was time to get back to our work and Jean puts on her wrap with a remark that we need to finish getting our equipment ready for use. Our field laboratory items were packed into a couple of boxes and she proceeded to unpack and arrange the various items on the table. Picking up a long funnel like object she lets out a loud laugh and holds out the large plastic cone marked with metric graduations asking what the hell I use something like this for. She moves her skirt aside and pretends to insert the end into her pussy. I of course play along with this little scene and ask if she needs help. She gently runs the tip between her pussy furrows and explains that it has a most interesting shape and could be fun. I then explain that what she is holding is called an Imhoff Cone and its purpose is to measure settled solids from our water samples. I’m sure she was thinking of other uses. We embrace then continue to ready the microscopes and other items. I see her glance back at the Imhoff. The large engines of the ship now send a soft vibration through the structure and we feel the motion as the bow thrusters ease us away from the dock. We want to finish unpacking so we can move outside onto our private shaded verandah and enjoy the journey up the Nile. We will be observing and taking digital images as 5,000 years of cultural history slowly drift by. Jean also had some ideas for scenic images utilizing her lovely genetic assets, which she did not hesitate to immediately demonstrate. A passing felucca tips heavy to starboard as the occupants rushed for a better view. Tomorrow we take our first samples and get ready to power up the Valley of the Kings but, of course, I already have my royal experience a couple of meters away leaning nude against the deck rail facing me. What adventures are to come in the next two weeks. Who knows ... anyone out there feel like they might be onboard and have a tale?