Gypsy's Kiss Ch.46-- HOT HOT HOT!!
Just thought you girls would be interested in reading ch. 46 of Monkey's novel. Have wet towels, smelling salts, a cold shower running...
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?Oh Indy, it?s wonderful!? Vadoma said as she took off her veil and gazed around at their small, but luxuriantly opulent surroundings.
The cabin was indeed one of the finest, and most expensive on board. The elegant furnishings bordered on the extravagant, right down to the grandiose little shower room complete with gold plated fittings, and the silk curtains on the window where they could gaze out upon the spectacular scenery of the Nile valley as they journeyed up river.
?Hey, might as well travel in style,? Jones said as he unwrapped his turban, withdrew it from his head, and set it down on the large double bed in the center of the cabin, ?after what we?ve been through, we deserve it.?
It had escaped the attention of neither of them that the cabin had only the one bed.
After Vadoma finished visually digesting the luxurious cabin her eyes locked with those of Indiana Jones. Unspoken messages passed between them.
??Yes,? she said after a long pause, ?yes, we do deserve it.?
Vadoma reached up and removed her black ?hijab? head covering. Her dark hair, which had been kept hidden and bound beneath the covering throughout the heat of the day, now very nearly burst forth. Like an entity unto itself that had been suppressed for too long, her beautiful mane of hair now fell, almost wildly, about her head and shoulders.
There were other things that had been suppressed for too long as well, Jones thought, as he watched her remove the head covering and shake her hair free of it.
Vadoma knew it too. She placed the ?hijab? down on the bed next to Jones? turban and her eyes slowly moved up until they once again locked with those of Indiana Jones.
A magnetism that neither of them could resist any longer now drew them together.
Indiana Jones reached out for her and pulled her close to him.
Vadoma?s breath came fast as she stared into the eyes of the man for whom she knew she could no longer fight her desires.
Jones moved his lips close to hers.
Vadoma made a half hearted effort to turn aside, ?Oh Indy!? she panted, ?Oh Indy, I?you know that I want you?..but I?don?t want you to fall in love with me only because of my kiss,? she said as she closed her eyes and parted her lips.
?You don?t have to worry Vadoma,? Jones said as he moved his lips even closer to hers, ?it?s too late for your kiss.?
With that Jones pressed his lips against hers with a passionate fury. Vadoma moaned softly, surrendering to her desires at last. She snaked her hands up around Jones? neck, pulling him even closer as she strived to press her own mouth even more tightly on to his.
Lips and tongues touched and tangled in that most intimate dance of passion between man and woman. Vadoma moaned softly as she kept her mouth pressed against his; running her hands through his hair and cradling his face against hers as the strong arms of Indiana Jones held her in a tight embrace and lowered her down to the bed.
The two breathless lovers only broke from their amorous grasp long enough for Jones to reach over and slide the curtains of their cabin window closed; closing out the last rays of orange hued, afternoon sun which broke through the backdrop of the Pyramids of Giza sliding past, far off in the distance.
For the rest of the evening, passion ruled cabin number 11.
Indiana Jones fulfilled Vadoma?s womanly desires far more deeply than she could have ever imagined; blissfully stretching her passion and pleasure to their sweet limits and beyond. The gypsy woman gave her beautiful, dark body willingly and at times aggressively, to the rugged archaeologist who had so completely won over her heart.
During brief interludes the lovers held each other tenderly while they talked, laughed, cried, and shared all of their pent up emotions from the nearly week long ordeal of trials that the fates had thrown at them; trials that had tested them, but that had also brought them so closely together.
The stars were bright in the desert sky and the moon had risen high with its silvery reflection shimmering across the surface of the Nile, before two spent bodies, covered in the sweat of their passion, finally fell asleep in each others arms; serenaded by the gentle splashing sounds of the ancient river passing beneath them.
They decided to skip dinner.
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