Ray Carling And The Tomb Treasure Of Ankhesenamun
Disclaimer: I do not own Ray Carling nor anything else.
This is a story about what happens when Ray impulsively decides to accept the offer of a trip to Egypt, from an attractive and intriguing woman...
Chapter one: ' To Cairo'
Ray Carling wasn't used to travelling first class by 'plane but as he sipped his second glass of champagne, he knew he could get used to it. He turned to look at the young woman seated next to him. They'd known each other only a few days. Ray had ventured into a classier club than he usually frequented in London and he'd spotted her immediately. Curvy, lovely blue green eyes, beautiful smile and dark red hair in a smart long bob cut. Expensive looking dark suit, high heels and for a moment, Ray had wondered if she was out of his league. She had a sultry, look though which had given him a tingle in his groin, so he'd taken a deep breath and walked over to the bar. He'd known that his usual chat up lines wouldn't work so he'd just grinned. He'd been rewarded with a sexy smile back.
They'd chatted easily for about an hour. Ray had discovered that her name was Tasha, that she'd been a widow for seven months, that she her work involved Egyptology and that her flat was ten minutes away from the club by taxi. Tasha had been really interested to learn that Ray was in police work. " We are both detectives, in a sense," she'd smiled. Ray had been amazed and excited when she'd accepted his offer to see her home. He'd hoped to be invited in for a nightcap but was a little surprised, when he was. The flat had been as classy as its owner. Deep, white carpets, wood floors, large white sofa and an expensive looking coffee table plus a large bookcase against one wall. " Lots of books", Ray had murmured. " I don't read much, meself ".
" I imagine that you don't have much time", Tasha had smiled, handing Ray a glass of chilled white wine. Ray had smiled back, had put his glass onto the coffee table and thinking, " Here goes", stepped towards Tasha. He had leaned in, his blue eyes gazing into hers and then he had kissed her soft lips, infinitely gently. Tasha had responded by kissing him back and winding her arms around his neck. He had felt her ample breasts pressing against his shirt and he had realised that he was getting hard, against her thigh. As their kisses had become more passionate, Ray's hands had slid down to hold Tasha's bottom and he had pulled her tightly to him. Their tongues had explored each others' mouths until Ray hadn't been able to rein in his passion any longer and he had taken Tasha down with him, onto the deep, soft carpet.
Urgently, Ray had undone Tasha's blouse and deftly undone her bra. Her hands had caressed his broad back as his mouth roamed over her breasts and nipples, licking, kissing and sucking. Within moments, his fingers had pulled down her panties and he had entered her quickly, growling softly with pleasure. Ray knew what women liked. He gave it, hard and fast. He'd made sure that Tasha had come twice, before he spurted into her, in a shuddering climax. Tasha had looked up at him afterwards, eyes unfocused. All she'd said was, " Wow..". Ray had felt rather pleased with himself.
They had made love again in the morning. Tasha had then padded off to the small kitchen, wearing Ray's shirt. She'd returned, with bacon, buttery scrambled eggs, toast and chilled orange juice.
" By 'eck, Tasha, you certainly know what a man likes!".
" You can make the coffee", Tasha had grinned.
" I might have guessed there was a bloody catch !".
" Ray, I have to fly to Egypt, in a few days. Would you come with me ?".
" Who - me ? ".
"Yes, of course !. I was going on a working holiday with a female friend but she's had to cancel. So there's a ticket and everything else booked...".
Ray had thought, for a moment. He did, have two weeks holiday due. The furthest he'd ever travelled before was to Spain but what the hell. Egypt sounded interesting. Plus of course, he had found a most delicious, passionate female who had given him a great, night of sex.
" OK", he'd agreed. " What do I need to pack ? It'll be hot, won't it..".
Tasha had reached out a hand and had slid it tantalisingly down his chest. " Very, very hot", she'd whispered. Ray had closed his eyes. " Don't stop there, " he'd murmured.
When they landed at Cairo airport, at terminal two, they made their way to get a taxi for the twenty two kilometre journey into the centre of Cairo. Even at night, Ray felt very warm but not uncomfortably so. They checked into the Salma hotel, in the quiet area of Mohandessen. It wasn't an expensive place but the room was nice and the staff friendly. Tired, Ray and Tasha showered
together before quickly falling asleep between the cool, white Egyptian cotton sheets. Ray had kissed Tasha and drew her to him, her head on his tanned chest and their legs intertwined.
Ray hadn't been able to see much from the taxi except a glimpse of the Nile river and some palm trees edging it. He had no idea that he had travelled to a place which would take him on an adventure in the land of the pyramids, which the historian Herodotus had proclaimed to be, " The eternal gift of the Nile ". The pyramids were ancient even to the ancient Greeks. And the pyramids are only one, of the mysteries of the great land of Egypt, gateway to Africa.