I Want My Mummy
“What do you think we’ll find when we finally open that tomb tomorrow, Professor?” the handsome dark haired teaching assistant inquired of Doctor Andrea Merlot.
The stunning blonde archeologist, who was as gorgeous in her forties as she had been twenty five years ago tossed back her flowing golden locks and looked up from the charts on the table before her to reply. “I’m not exactly sure, Roger,” she said to the college senior who had been her right hand man through this three month endeavor in the desert. “But,” Andrea continued, “I know it’s going to be good.”
She reached up and turned off the lantern hanging over the table and the tent became dark except for the light of the full moon in the cloudless sky outside peeking in through the partially open flaps. Roger told her goodnight and said, “I’d better get over there and make sure that crew is getting some sleep. Tomorrow’s the big day, Professor.”
“Thanks, Roger;” Andrea replied sincerely, “I couldn’t have pulled this off without your help. See you in the morning.”
Her handsome young assistant exited her tent and Andrea sat down on her cot to take of her boots. She unbuttoned her tight khaki shirt, slipped it off and adjusted a twisted bra strap. Andrea unbuckled her matching shorts and slid them down her legs and off over her feet along with her socks. She stretched out on the cot in her white bra and panties, the opening to the journal article she would soon write being formulated in her mind.
The sounds emanating from the large crew tent a hundred or so feet away from her smaller one subsided a few minutes later. Roger had obviously arrived and gotten the group of college kids settled down for the night. The young man was a great organizer and had all the right people skills to get things accomplished. Andrea had truly meant what she had told him before he left for the night.
Professor Merlot slept fitfully, every curse of the mummy’s tomb movie she had ever seen coalesced in her mind creating bizarre dreams. One moment she was confronting a rag entwined ancient personification of evil in an underground chamber of horrors, the next she was naked in the harem of an Arab prince being groomed by her companions for her turn in the bed of their master.
Andrea awoke with a start. As she oriented herself to her surroundings, she decided that all in all the harem part of her dream was the more enjoyable one. With an analytical mind, Andrea surmised that that part of her dream had been inspired by Kahlil, the good looking swarthy young Minister of Culture who had been the government’s liaison for the project. He had outwardly flirted with the older woman and if she hadn’t been so damned busy, Andrea thought, she would have called the young stud’s bluff.
Three months without sex was taking its toll Andrea decided. The professor had two joys in life; her work and a prolific sex life. She had as a young woman given up on the idea of marriage but never on the idea of male companionship. Unable to get back to sleep, visions of her dream of being naked in the harem as the other women bathed and massaged her mixed with thoughts of Kahlil. Andrea slid one hand beneath the elastic of her white panties to twirl the curly next of dark blonde hair that covered her mound. One bold fingertip touched her swollen clitoris and the archeologist rolled over onto her belly and masturbated until she reached excruciatingly satisfying multiple orgasms. Once sexually sated, Andrea fell asleep without further difficulty.
After an early breakfast, work got underway the next morning. Just before noon the door to the vault was opened and three long months were rewarded. Inside the vault was a veritable treasure trove of artifacts and ancient knowledge. A chest full of scrolls including some works thought lost long ago when the library at Alexandria had been destroyed by fire. The well preserved mummified remains of both an ancient king and his queen. Precious metals and gem stones of every type. This did was certainly going to cause a buzz among her colleagues in the field, Andrea thought with well deserved pleasure. They had all said that the tomb wasn’t here, that it was just a myth and now Dr. Andrea Merlot had proved them wrong.
Kahlil, the young Minister of Culture arrived and cataloging of the find began that afternoon. It was early evening before the last of the items were dutifully tagged and listed. Andrea returned to her tent to change out of her work clothes for dinner. She was beginning to button a fresh shirt a she stood in her bra and panties. The tent flap opened and Kahlil entered. “I most humbly beg your pardon, Professor,” he said with a leer. After twenty some years of filed expeditions, Andrea had no illusions of modesty. She finished buttoning her shirt and slipped into a pair of crisply pleated khaki shorts. “What can I do for you, Minister?” she asked as she turned to the mirror and combed her long blonde flowing hair.
“On behalf of my government, Professor,” Kahlil announced with an aura of pomp and circumstance, “We wish to do something for you.” He held out a small golden box with elaborate carved inscriptions to her. “I was instructed by the prime minister to select one item as a gift for you from our people.”
Andrea took the box from his outstretched hand. “Thank you, minister;” Andrea said warmly, “It will be displayed in a place of honor back home at the university.”
“You will be leaving soon?” Kahlil asked.
“Yes,” Andrea replied, “We’ll pack up tomorrow and head out to the capital the day after. Then a press conference and the flight home.”
“May you be blessed with a safe journey home, Professor,” the culture minister said with a sweeping bow. He left the tent and Andrea finished getting ready for dinner.
That night Andrea had no problem getting to sleep. A few hours later she was awoken by the sound of rustling tent flaps. Wiping the sleep from her eyes she thought how strange that was since there was no wind at all outside. She adjusted the crotch of her panties which had knotted up in the crease of her buttocks and rolled over to go back to sleep when the lantern suddenly lit up.
Andrea sat up on her cot and squinted toward the front of the tent, the light temporarily impeding her sight. “Who’s there?” she asked. Then as she regained her vision, Andrea gasped aloud at the sight of a tall figure wrapped in clean white bandages standing at the foot of her cot. He wasn’t menacing and the archeologist was too worldly and intelligent to be frightened. She arose from bed and stood right before the mysterious figure. With one hand Andrea reached up to his head and began untwining the cloth wrapping. Moments later the grinning face of her young assistant Roger was revealed.
“Roger, you son of a bitch!” Andrea laughed aloud. He smiled in return and said, “I came back to your tent last night but you didn’t hear me. You seemed kind of wrapped up in something there on the cot on your belly.”
Andrea gasped, “You saw me?”
Roger nodded, still smiling. “I couldn’t help but watch until you finished.”
Andrea considered his words and then said, “Well, speaking of being wrapped up in something…” and leaned forward and continued unwrapping the layers of bandages that encased him. Roger’s naked torso was soon revealed. Andrea paused when she got to his waist and then continued. She unwrapped his hips and then his pelvis to expose his groin and is nicely shaped and sizable cock and balls. Andrea knelt to finish the unveiling and now Roger stood totally naked above her.
“Why did you wait three months for this, Roger,” she asked her young assistant.
“I wanted you from the first day of the project,” he answered in a serious tone, “But I didn’t want to get distracted from the task. But, now…” he said with his voice trailing off and then reaching down to pull her up from the tent floor he took her into his arms and kissed her.
Nudging her back to the cot Roger tenderly removed Andrea’s bra and panties. He pushed her gently down to sit on her bed. The teaching assistant’s huge cock was throbbing inches away from the gorgeous professor’s face and she leaned to take the bulbous tip of it in her mouth. Roger moaned as she moved down to take more of his swollen shaft between her lips.
Roger pulled her head away from his groin and pushed her down onto the cot. She parted her golden tanned thighs as he climbed on top of her, his chest crushed against her soft bosom, and they kissed passionately. Roger placed one hand beneath Andrea’s shapely ass and lifted her slightly before slipping his turgid cock into the welcoming moist warmth of her pussy.
Her young assistant and Professor Merlot fucked slowly for well over an hour until they both surrendered to the sweet rhythmic tide of sexual release. Andrea nearly cried when she climaxed. She hadn’t felt a man inside her hungry body in over three months. As she came again and again, Roger moaned and exploded into the depths of her yearning pussy, spurting jet after jet of his huge creamy load into her.
As they drifted off to sleep later, Andrea thought to herself, “If this is the curse of the mummy then I’ll be damned!”
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