Three Rivers (23 page)

“Alexis?”

“Yes?”

Isabel grinned. “What am I going to do with a camel in London?”

“Don’t be silly, you will ride her in Hyde Park and house her in Berkeley Square.” His good mood had come back. “She is for you when you are here. I promise no one else will ride her but you and her keeper. What will you call her?”

“Oh, I have to think about it.”

They went into the tent. It was a black, huge nomad’s
shelter, from Saudi Arabia. It was a gift from Anoushka and Youssef and was complete to the last detail. It stood there permanently, along with two other smaller tents which were for the keepers, the kitchen and supplies.

Alexis told her he owned about thirty miles of desert around the Pyramids, and that he used this tent and the camels fairly often. He liked the idea that there was always some life out there in the desert. “Do you like it?”

What a question! Isabel adored it. Gamal came with two fresh joints. They smoked them while lying among the cushions. The servant draped a lightweight blanket of rough white wool over them because there was still a night chill in the air. As they dozed off, Gamal quietly lit an old brass brazier.

They were awakened by Gamal asking Alexis if he could come in with breakfast. Alexis looked at his watch, shook Isabel; the couple kissed each other good morning.

Alexis lay back, and while telling Gamal to come in he unzipped his morning erection free under the covers. Isabel saw the blanket rise and said, “Oh, my Lord, it looks like a miniature teepee.”

He said, “I beg your pardon, there is nothing miniature about this teepee,” as he took her hand and happily ran it over him. She was turned on at once and reached in to fondle his balls.

Gamal and two assistants arranged a sumptuous breakfast in front of them. Isabel took her hands away, and Alexis adjusted himself and handed the blanket to Gamal.

Suddenly the room seemed to be filled with people: Gamal and his two assistants, two of the camel drivers and Hosni, all squatted down on the magnificent antique carpets around the floor.

Alexis turned to her and said, “I forgot to tell you, I have breakfast with them when I come out here. We talk about their work. While all this is going on, why don’t you select a name for that beast I have bought you?”

While the men talked about Alexis’s camel herds and the hunting planned and the hawks, Isabel racked her brains for what to call her lady camel. She started to leave the tent.

“Where are you going?” Alexis called after her.

“I am going to go and look at her again. Study her to give her the correct name.”

He smiled at her enthusiasm. “All right, but don’t be too long. Come back and have breakfast with me.”

Isabel walked slowly around her magnificently dressed camel, talking to her as if she were a pampered pet poodle from Park Avenue. The more sweetly she spoke, the more bored and annoyed the camel looked as she chomped away, grinding her teeth in a circular motion.

Isabel was standing directly in front of her seated beast, thinking she had eyes like a doe, when the lady of the desert came forth with a horrible sound and a yawn that showed every yellow tooth in her halitosis-ridden mouth. Knowing a little of camels, Isabel jumped back, thinking the camel was going to spit at her. The drivers stood around and laughed as discreetly as they could. Isabel did not care. She was now looking over the camel’s decorations and her jewels.

In the tent again, she sat down close to Alexis. When he looked away from his men to her, Isabel was filled with happiness and went to touch him. He stopped her by saying sharply, “No, not ever in front of anyone but Gamal.” She was hurt and embarrassed at having made the mistake, but she understood.

Eventually, after the traditional three cups of coffee and breakfast (eaten with their hands), they all left except Isabel’s camel keeper, who was waiting for instructions and the name of her camel.

A pencil and paper had been found for her, and she now had a short list of names. When Alexis asked her what her decision was, she asked, “What do you think of Ahmar Qamar — red moon?”

“Isabel, for a camel?”

“Well, let me give you the others and then you can help me decide. There is Asal Kharoof — honey lamb, Helwa Ald — sweetheart, Helwa ’ain — sweet spring, Sahara Hosan — desert horse.”

Alexis and Hosni were speechless with laughter, and when they were quite through talking back and forth about the names, Alexis said, “Isabel, my darling, you have not been given a great Arabian stallion that is going to run at Ascot; it is a poor desert camel. Do make it a bit less embarrassing for Hosni. He cannot just take Arab words and link them together. They do not have the same meanings as you think.”

Then there was Hosni, who was against every name she
suggested. Desert Horse was an insult. Red Moon would assure the camel a bad disposition, Honey Lamb would make Hosni the laughingstock of the camel drivers. Sweet Spring would make her too weak-willed, and as for Sweetheart, it was simply out of the question. Especially with the camel’s already bad disposition.

By this time the men all had smiles on their faces, and as for Alexis, he was so amused that he said, “This is one of the funniest conversations I have ever had. Hosni is very serious.”

“So am I.” Isabel pouted.

“I know, darling. That is what is so funny.”

“Well, what does he think I should call her?”

Hosni by this time was really annoyed. He said, “The best name would be Abdullah, or no name at all would be even better.”

“Oh, Alexis, that is impossible. One is a man’s name for a girl camel and no name would make her just another camel in the desert.”

“Isabel, I think you are getting Hosni’s point.”

“Alexis, help me.”

“Oh, no, you leave me out of this. She is yours, you name her.”

Isabel decided it had gone on long enough, and so she stood up, and when she did, Hosni followed suit. She looked the trainer in the eye, and then said to Alexis, “You tell him the camel’s name is Ishta. That is it. And I want not one word against that name.”

It was obvious when she turned to Alexis and saw his face that he was having trouble controlling himself to keep from laughing. He told Hosni, and there was a miraculous nod of approval. Then Hosni said something back again.

“All right, Alexis, what did he say? And it better be good.”

Alexis smiled. “He said, darling, ‘Sir, it took her long enough to understand how embarrassing her name would have been for a noble camel, but thanks be to God, she saw the light. Ishta is a very respectable name. I compliment her, and will care and train Ishta for the lady. I hope soon to be able to take her into the desert on real rides. I think she has the feeling for our desert.’ ”

Isabel, who was ready for a fight, was delighted. She
reached forward and shook Hosni’s hand, leaving him smiling.

The trainer left to care for his new charge. Alexis and Isabel sat down and took their breakfast alone together.

“Alexis, it is the most wonderful present.” Isabel beamed. “Will you take good care of her while I am away? I promise I will come back as often as I can to see her, but when I am not here, will you sometimes ride her for me?” Isabel was silent for a moment, then said, “Oh, Alexis, I am so happy you saw me in Chicago and liked me, even happier that you went to the trouble to find me.”

“So am I.” He put his arm around her and gave her a hug; then they kissed. He moved his hands over her breasts. The cashmere sweater was so soft in his hands. He kissed her a second time and said, “It is wonderful for me to know you, have you here, to feel you. That you are no longer that elusive woman that I might never have found.”

He loosened her trousers and exposed her soft belly as far down as her pubic hair. He felt her squirm slightly with pleasure.

Alexis frowned. “Isabel, we must go back to the house. I have some meetings at Sharia el Nil, and there may be some bad news. It is possible I may have to leave you for a few days. If I do, I will arrange things for you to go to Upper Egypt. We will not talk about that now. You must be exhausted. When we get home you will sleep. I will wake you at lunchtime and there will be the rest of the day for us.”

She lay in his arms and he knew from her eyes that his hands over her belly and through her pubic hair were making her very passionate. He kissed her deeply and Isabel squirmed and spread her legs wide. Alexis slipped his fingers along the moist outer lips of her vagina, and when she arched her back, he slipped two fingers inside her. She whimpered softly as she came.

Alexis gave a deep sigh. He zipped up her trousers and they lay together on the cushions in the tent, just looking at one another.

Finally Alexis said, “This evening we will have an early dinner with Anoushka and Youssef. Afterwards we will go home and you will spend the night in my bed. I am going to fill you with my seed. I want you to love it, enjoy it, the way I love your orgasms. I could drown in you. I want
you to love the taste of me the way I love the taste of your wetness. Tonight I am going to all but drown you inside and out with my cum.”

Sir Alexis Hyatt’s plane had flown him to a deserted airstrip somewhere deep in the desert of Oman close to the troubled area of the Yemen. He was whisked away in a cavalcade, the black, bulletproof Cadillacs kicking up clouds of dust. Their destination was a sheikh’s mud palace where a secret conference was being held. There was always deep trouble between Arab brothers when it came to politics: Alexis held a position of rare respect among these men. He was an excellent mediator and a brilliant diplomat.

After a day of exhaustive sessions to try and solve this latest crisis before it flared up, Alexis and his party were entertained nobly by the sheikh.

Alexis, unknown to Isabel, had brought Hamida with him as well as Juju, Maryka and Doreya. The four women were of course relegated to separate quarters. He generously sent Maryka and Juju to amuse the host.

Alexis wanted to go directly to bed and called for Hamida to join him. He would fuck her when he wanted to sometime during the night and again in the morning. Alexis knew himself well. He had a woman or some sort of sexual satisfaction at least once a day every day of the week and, more often, twice a day. He enjoyed his virility and his love for women.

However, his quiet night was not to be. His host sent him a couple, two very black beautiful Nubians. A man and a woman, they performed an amazing exhibition for Alexis, Hamida and Doreya.

The man was of gigantic proportions and magnificent looking; the woman was quite small with beautiful breasts and an amazingly lovely, big and high ass. The man performed extraordinary acts on the woman; some Alexis had never seen before. It fired Alexis and the two women. To watch that huge cock disappear into that little woman and see him standing up with her feet wrapped around his waist as he moved her back, then ramming her forward on it as he walked around the room, drove them all into an orgy. He gave the man to Hamida and watched them, at one point joining the Nubian; then he took the black woman and Doreya in turn. Alexis climbed into bed with
Doreya next to him, who had lit him a joint. Together they watched the two Nubians work on Hamida.

Alexis found himself thinking of Isabel and the night before. Of all the women that he had ever had, he had never loved or enjoyed a cunt more than Isabel’s. There was some wonderful chemical attraction between them, he knew. He had held off from consummating the act for those two days after her arrival because he wanted to see how sensual she was. He kept her tuned up and on the verge of coming as much as was possible without spilling into her.

Alexis knew how much she wanted him when he finally took her. And he had been right: She was magnificent. He had fantasized for so long about how he would fuck her that he did it just the way he had dreamed. He came inside her, but not until she was in such a frenzy of orgasm that every muscle was working with him. Alexis never really knew what happened, but as he came in her he heard himself scream, something he had never before done. It was a primeval scream that broke something wonderfully deep down within, allowing him at last to let go.

It was in the early hours of the morning when he had his third orgasm. There was not much sperm left, but there was enough to have her feel it trickle down her throat into her body. Alexis sighed with satisfaction: He
had
filled her with himself as he had always wanted.

They had slept, and when he woke later in the morning, he took her again. She was half-asleep and with her eyes still closed. He ran his hands and mouth all over her. She stretched, moving through her drowsiness to his every caress, and sighed as she felt new passion. He lifted her legs and rested them, wide apart, on his shoulders, still caressing her everywhere. His penis was large and full again, and as he drove into her she caught her breath from the impact. She kept her eyes closed as he fucked her slowly. They came together, all the time speaking tenderly to each other. Then she opened her eyes. It was like having a dream come true.

Alexis was amazed at how much he felt for her, how much he had loved her again as he had the night before. She was the woman for him — he was sure of that. That was why he sent her to Upper Egypt instead of taking her
with him to the meeting. He knew that they both needed time and space.

In the next two days away from her, Alexis would reevaluate his love for Isabel and what a life with her might mean. He had found the one woman as close sexually to him as was possible, and he liked the way she thought. He would find out about her work and what it meant to her. Yes, he would find out everything that made Isabel happy, just as he had found out how to keep her sexually. He wanted to make her happier than she had ever been in her life. It gave him infinite pleasure to think of spending a lifetime with her. Yes, he could be very happy spending what was left of his life with this amusing, intelligent, beautiful woman. Keeping her sexually tuned at all times, always ready to receive him. She seemed to want it and he adored her for it.

Alexis thought of Isabel: of all the lovely pleasure that would pass between them. Of all the women in his life, he had never felt the rightness or release that he did with Isabel, this woman whom he had only known for three days. He could give his soul to her, and he knew that she would give her soul to him.