The Adventures of Heather, Part 27H   [A-H]

     by Ramapo


     "Where the hell are you taking me?"  Heather
giggled nervously as they hustled through the dim isles
of the British Museum.
     They had taken a cab to the back door from the
restaurant and had come in using Shannon's security
badge in the back door's mag stripe reader.
     "Can't we look around a bit?"  Shannon had a hand
firmly in her back and kept Heather moving smartly
along.
     "No time.  Sorry.  Here, through this door.  Watch
the steps.  Go down two levels."  There, a long hallway
opened before them with doors opening off it every few
yards.  It smelled just a bit musty.  Finally, Shannon
stopped and pulled a key from her purse and opened the
door.  Inside, it was a smallish office absolutely
stuffed with cabinets and a small desk.  The overhead
light and light on the desk managed to light the place
reasonably well.
     "Wow, not much space."  Heather commented.  On the
top of one of the cabinets, Heather found herself
looking into the ancient gaze of Queen Hapshetsut
herself.  The bust looked new.  She reached out her
hand to touch the face.
     "Ummm, please don't.  It's the original.  We have
to wear plastic gloves when we handle them, to keep the
oil and acid from our skin off the paint and stone. 
Sorry."
     "She was very beautiful."  
     "Yes, like you."  Shannon replied.
     Heather blushed.  "OK, OK, when are you going to
tell me what's going on?"
     Shannon had opened the door to the adjoining room
and pulled her inside.  She was surprised to find a
nice carpet under her feet and blue drapes hanging from
the walls.  
     "We're going to dress you up just like the Queen. 
Strip off."  Shannon began to unbutton Heather's blouse.
     "What?  Here?  Now?"  Heather stepped back from
Shannon's eager hands, her blouse gapping open.  Her
deep cleavage and upthrust breasts were pushing the
fabric open.
     "Sure.  I've wanted to do this since I first came
here, but you can't do it alone.  But, I have keys to
all the stuff we need and you are perfect.  Well, these
titties (her hands brushed over the firm flesh) are
bigger than we think she was, but, height, hair,
colouring, perfect.  Come on, we'll take some pictures
to remember it."  Her hands resumed their work.
     Heather stepped back again.  It sounded like fun. 
She was grinning.  "On one condition."
     "What?"  Shannon looked up.
     "You strip off as well."  Heather had a big grin
on her face.
     "I can't.  I promised my lover I wouldn't fool
around and this Summer I've managed to get this far,
but I'm not sure I can keep that promise with you
around.  I'm very attracted to you. In case you hadn't
noticed."
     "Tough.  If you want me to prance around like the
Queen for you, we get naked together."  Heather didn't
want to foul up Shannon's love life, but now that she
had laid on her demand, she didn't want to back off.
     Reluctantly, Shannon gave in.  "OK.  But don't get
fresh."  She eyed Heather.  It was hopeless.  She knew
she'd end up on the floor with this very likeable, sexy
American and already she felt the tension in her chest
and belly as her arousal climbed.
     Heather stripped down and then peeled off her bra
and panties and faced Shannon.  Shannon's eyes were
taking in Heather's abundant form. It was warm in the
room, but Shannon's gaze had Heather very hot and her
nipples were growing in length.
     "Gosh."  Was all Shannon could get out.  She bit
her lower lip.
     "Now you."  Heather's voice was soft.
     Shannon's body was pale and her skin so fine and
delicate it was almost translucent.  The network of
fragile blue veins in her breasts was very visible,
leading to pink areolas and small nipples, standing out
just a bit and obviously very hard.  There wasn't a
visible blemish on her whole body.
     Heather stepped close and without warning, took
Shannon's right breast in her hand and held it.  Then
she kissed her.  It was a long kiss.  It left Shannon
trembling.
     "You promised not to get fresh."  She whispered in
Heather's ear as their bodies flowed into each other. 
The hot, firm flesh of Heather's right breast pressing
against her breastbone felt wonderful and she relaxed
against it.
     "No I didn't.  Are you really complaining?"
     "No.  Oh, this is nice."  Shannon's right hand
travelled up from Heather's waist and began to explore
Heather's other breast.  Now it was Heather's turn to
shiver a bit.
     "Ummmmmm.  I like that."
     "So beautiful."  Shannon half moaned in Heather's
ear.
     They stood there together for a few moments and
Shannon slowly pulled back.
     "I really do want some pictures.  Can we wait a
bit.  Don't be mad."
     "I'm not mad.  Sounds like fun.  What do we do." 
Heather grinned.
     Shannon became quite animated.  She pulled a chair
over and Heather sat down and in a flash, she was re-working Heather's hair into an Egyptian style.  With no
mirrors in the room, Heather couldn't tell what was
going on or what she looked like.  After a bit, Shannon
moved Heather over by a small table at the side of the
room and produced a makeup kit.  She carefully removed
the little makeup Heather wore and began to apply the
bold colours and black outlining used by the Queen. 
Having painted quite a few statues of the Queen,
Shannon knew exactly what and where to apply it and her
hands moved quickly and accurately over and around
Heather's face.
     "There."  Shannon sat back.  "Now, we are going to
dress you.  Except for the sandals and the dress, the
rest of this stuff is really the original stuff from
her tomb.  So be very, very careful.  If anybody knew
we took it out and actually put it on you, I'd be
killed and out of a job so fast."
     "Are you sure we should do this?  I mean...."
     "We'll be very careful.  Hey, all I've done this
Summer is to eat and sleep with this babe.  I've got
her on the brain.  I want to see what she'd look like
with the stuff on.  All these fuddy-duddies around here
would never dream of actually dressing someone up.  OK,
let me go get the stuff from the cabinets.  Back in a
few.  Here, take this, but don't put it on just yet. 
And, don't look in a mirror till we're all done, I want
you to be surprised."
     "OK.  I'll be careful."
     Shannon had handed her an oddly shaped object that
had a bulbous handle and then what appeared to be a
scoop underneath, not unlike an ornate small grain or
seed scoop.  She had no idea how she was to put it on. 
Or where.  She turned it over and on the bottom of the
scoop was the cartouche of the queen.  At least that's
what she guessed it was.
     Shannon came back and carefully attached a
delicate gold chain around her waist and let is rest on
her hips.  It had small gold rings attached around it
and a dangle with a small pendant of green stone hung
down the back, pulling the chain between her cheeks. 
It felt good.  Heather noticed that Shannon's hands
lingered for just a moment over her ass as she guided
the dangle into place.  Her nails left her buttocks
tingling.
     "Ummmmmm...."  Heather responded to the fondling,
instantly reacting to the tightening in her belly.
     "Sorry."  Shannon was beet red.  "I..."
     "Don't apologize, just dress me."
     Shannon was back with three other chains.  "These
idiots still haven't figured out what the queen did
with these.  They think they're bracelets."  She was
grinning.
     She reached for Heather's left breast and nipple,
but drew her hand back.  Heather could see her breath
had quickened.  
     "What's the matter?"
     "I.  It's getting me horny.  Maybe we should stop. 
I don't think....."
     Heather just reached out and gently pulled her
hands onto her breast, feeling the nipple tighten and
tingle.  "In for an ounce, in for a pound.  We'll be
good.  At least, we'll try."
     Shannon stared at Heather, her hands burning hot
from the contact with Heather's very firm tit.  Slowly,
she moved her eyes down and forced her hands to move,
but took the opportunity to stroke the breast lovingly. 
She moved a small ring to the end of Heather's nipple.
     "You have such gorgeous breasts."
     "Thank you.  So do you."
     "This might hurt.  She was obviously smaller than
you.  I mean, her nipples."
     "I'll be brave.    Ouch!"  Heather yelped.
     The ring was suddenly all the way down at the base
of the nipple.  The gold chain hung out a good five
inches from Heather's flat and fluttering belly,
swinging gently.  The nipple burned from Shannon's
abrupt pinch and pull.  The burn settled down into a
flow of hot sparks across her breast.  She was so
focused and turned on by the feeling, she hardly
noticed Shannon reach for her other nipple and then,
the stabbing pain caused her to yelp again.
     "Ouch!  That hurts!  At least at first.  Then, it's
really getting me horny.  My nipples are on fire."
     Shannon was staring at the now totally turgid
points, sticking out to their unusual length.  The two
chains swung.
     "Wow.  Those are some nipples."
     "Shut up and rub them a bit.  They sting.  Maybe
the rings are too tight."
     Shannon, her reluctance falling away by the
second, welcomed the invitation to rub the long dark
spears.  They were rock hard in the palm of her hand
and the heat from her hand sent a wave of arousal down
Heather's front to her pussy.
     "Ohhhhhh.  That's more like it.  Rub them hard."
     Shannon obliged for a few seconds.  Heather was
breathing hard and her eyes were closed.  Shannon
started to lean forward to kiss her, but pulled back
when Heather opened her eyes.  She dropped her hands.
     "Now what?"
     The question brought Shannon back to the subject
at hand.  "We, ah, we.  Here, we hook these rings
through the rings on the waist chain.  And then, we
attached these dangles to the hooks on the chains from
your nipples."  The weight of the beautiful teardrop
red stones was sending waves of heat through her chest
as the stones bounced slightly and swung from the
chains.
     "God, Shannon, I'm getting so hot."  The chain in
her butt was now pressing against her tightly and the
stone was banging on the inside of her thighs.  Her ass
tingled.
     "I can see that.  Me too.  As if you couldn't
tell."  A beautiful rose blush was spreading across
Shannon's upper chest.
     Heather stroked her shoulders, holder her eyes
locked with her own, then ran her hands down over the
translucent skinned teardrop breasts.  Shannon's breath
caught from the heat of Heather's hands and then her
eyes fluttered as she lost her concentration.  In a
flash, she was more turned on than she had ever been in
her life.  Heather's hands fell away and Shannon opened
her eyes.
     "Heather......"
     "Get me dressed first."
     "I don't think I can wait."
     "Yes, hurry up and then we can."
     Shannon brought over sandals and helped Heather to
get the complex wrappings right.  By the time they were
done, Heather was near orgasm from all the sensations
in her ass and nipples from the swinging and jerking on
the flesh.
     Next came neck chains of many kinds.  Finally,
Shannon produced a pullover that was more sheer than
anything Heather had ever seen.  Almost invisible on
her, it clung and hung to her form and yet somehow did
nothing to interfere with the chains and dangles.  It
felt wonderful.  Unexpectedly warm, but revealing
everything.
     Then, Shannon came back with a tray and produced a
spectacular gold mesh piece that went to the base of
her neck and flowed over her shoulders and down over
the tops of her breasts, flowing into the valley
between them like some sort of cape.  The weight
surprised her and further, it added to the steady
sensations in her tits and somehow, amplified them.
     "OK.  Now, the last piece."  Shannon lifted the
grain scoop from the table.
     "What the heck is that thing?"  Heather had never
felt so alive, in a sexual trance. Her mind was a bit
fuzzy, but every nerve in her skin and groin seemed to
be directly plugged into her pleasure center and she
was building up to an overload.  In spite of this, she
began to understand the scoop's true function as
Shannon gripped it from the base of the scoop and
turned the oddly bulbous  handle" upward and toward
Heather's lower belly.
     Heather answered her own question.  "It's a dildo!"
she whispered and her pussy pulsed with excitement and
anticipation.
     Shannon lowered it and raised the pullover. The
head of the dildo found Heather's prominent mound in  a
smooth steady motion and then effortlessly buried
itself to the hilt in Heather's pussy.  Shannon let go
and in spite of the intensely pleasurable distraction
of the sudden penetration, Heather was amazed it didn't
just fall out.  Her muscles seem to fit perfectly
around the base of the bulb and held it firmly inside.. 
 The odd shaped bulb inside her was pressing lightly on
her "G-Spot" and sending a steady stream of fire inside
her loins.  Her pussy kept clamping down on it in
reflex and every time they did, it pressed on the spot
and sent a jolt straight up her spine.
     The scoop was in fact a special shield that went
across the entire front of Heather's copious bush,
hiding it, yet pressing tightly back against her in a
very stimulating way.  Her growing clit was being
guided up a carved channel in the back of the scoop and
was now pinned up and back, well past her swollen open
lips and up onto her pubic bone.  
     She was trembling now from all the stimulation and
felt an orgasm approaching.
     "Shannon, God, I'm so close.  I'm going to come any
second!  Owww....."  The moan somehow focused Shannon. 
She had dreamed of doing this for so many nights as her
hand she pleasured herself in the dim light of her
bedroom.  And now.......
     Before her stood the most exotic figure she had
ever seen.  It was Hapshetsut herself.  Her goal within
reach, she somehow backed away and grabbed the camera
and charged the flash.  Telling Heather instructions
quickly, she modelled this way and that as Shannon ran
through a quick roll and then changed film.  Heather
was too far gone to argue and barely heard Shannon. 
Somehow, she fought back the orgasm and followed
instructions.
     "Hurry.  I need to come so bad.  I think I'm almost
there."  Heather was breathless.  The feedback cycle
between her legs and the bounce of the weights on her
tits was more than she could bear.  Almost in total
overload, she cycled higher.  Her breathing was almost
stopped from the tension and she was getting
lightheaded.
     The flash startled her and interrupted the orgasm
just before it exploded.  Another flash, then more and
more and then the second roll of film was used up. 
Shannon set the camera down and came back and stood in
front of Heather.
     Shannon was now letting herself fully share in the
excitement and a telltale trickle of come was smeared
on the inside of her thighs.  It had been a long
summer.  And now, her queen, Hapshetsut stood before
her and somehow it wasn't Heather anymore, but the
queen herself.  And Shannon did what she knew the
female attendants would have done.  For, Hapshetsut was
a lesbian.
     Shannon slid her body against Heather and Heather
exploded at last in a wild cry and groan.  Pressing her
own pubis tightly against the shell, the small bumps of
the cartouche on her side rubbed her clit and she began
to moan into Heather's mouth.  The pressure pushed the
dildo back into Heather's womb and then released it. 
It slammed back into Heather's "G" spot and Heather's
hips jerked hard into Shannon.  Her clit hardened
further and she gasped as the motion repeated itself
again and again.
     "My god, Shannnnnnn."  Heather mumbled.  "I'm going
to go again..  Ohhhhh."
     "Me........"  to, but it didn't come out as Shannon
wailed.  "Aaahhhhhyyeeeeeee!" and her first orgasm
broke over the top and her insides pulsed and rippled. 
Her nipples were rock hard and blood red from the
engorged flood in her chest.  Sensitive in the extreme,
they rubbed against the sheer film of fabric and gold
mesh covering Heathers's upper body and burned with an
intensity that drove the breath from her.
     And again.
     And yet again.  The minutes flew by as the
pleasure drove them on and on.  A slick film of sweat
covered their bodies as they pounded against each other
in a steady rhythm, broken only by the rapid shudders
and occasional spasm of orgasm.  
     Somewhere between two rushes of fire, Heather
realized that Shannon was not only as hot as her, but
matching her orgasm for orgasm, something that even
Traci couldn't do.  It was a first and the shared
excitement drove them on, higher and higher.  A soul
mate.  A pussy mate.  At some level, the orgasms of one
triggered the next in the other.  Heather was more out
of control and deeper into the power of pure lust than
anything she had ever known.  She flowed down into the
heat and musk of the emotion and drove ever harder
against Shannon's swollen mons.
     "We......have......to......stop.......Ahhhhh!!!" 
Shannon gasped somehow, not wanting to in the least,
but knowing they had to get the stuff put away and get
out of the museum soon.
     "Oh!  Oh!  NO!  I CAN'T STOP!!!  Yes.  YES.  
YESSSSSSSS!!!!"  Heather's answer wasn't going to make
it easy.  Her pelvis slammed into Shannon.  Sparks flew
through their brains.
     "Got   TO!...Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes..   One more. 
One more, then....One MORE!!!!  Shannon promised
herself, it had to be the last.  And five minutes and
one more enormous orgasm later, she pushed herself
back, gasping for air, her body still just as excited
as when they started.  It amazed her.  She liked sex
and was always an energetic partner, but this was
beyond anything she had ever experienced.  To have come
like this, again and again, and still be ready for
more.  No, not just ready.  Almost addicted to having
more.
     And another piece of her study of the queen fell
into place.  Her slaves gave themselves willingly,
ready to do anything to be with the queen.  Anything. 
Her breathing slowed.
     "Owwww.  Come back.  More."  Heather reached for
her and Shannon backed up again.
     "I want to.  More than anything.  Really.  God,
look at my nipples.  Ouch!  Boy are they tender!" 
Shannon wailed.  They really hurt.
     She reached to begin taking off various things. 
Heather grabbed her and pulled her close.  "More."  She
slid her tongue deep into Shannon's mouth and Shannon
moaned.  Two of Heather's fingers slid into her pussy
and now she cried out and the pumping fingers lifted
her back onto the pleasure wagon and pushed her over
the edge into orgasmic free fall.  She came done and
managed to get some arm bands off.
     Heather sucked her nipples and the pain exploded
in her brain and then intense heat and she had the
first nipple orgasm she'd ever experienced.  But, then,
she managed to get a finger under the scoop neck and
pull down on the dildo.  Heather's muscles fought back
and she clamped her legs together, but Shannon was
faster and it popped free and swung upside down and
Shannon placed it on the counter.  The heavy aroma of
sex filled the room.
     "Hey, I wasn't done yet."  Heather complained.
     "We have got to get out of here.  Sooner or later
the guard will be by to check and it's been too long
already.   Help me.  Stop that!  Come on."  She slapped
Heather's wandering hand off her breast.  
     And slowly, Queen Hapshetsut became Heather again. 
They left the makeup on as it would take too long to
remove.  But the priceless artifacts went back into the
cases and Shannon packed the slip into its box to take
home, as it was hers.  And the sandals.
     She checked all the locks twice and then they
turned out the lights and retraced their steps and then
were outside in the night air.
     They stopped and looked at each other.  "Wow!" 
They both said together.  And laughed.
     Arm in arm, they headed down the street.  Just
before they got to the meeting place, Shannon stopped
and pulled Heather back into a dark doorway and they
kissed for a long time.
     "I'm sorry for making you break your promise." 
Heather stroked Shannon's face and hair.  Shannon's
green eyes sparkled and shot green sparks into the
night as she gazed into Heather's face..
     "I'm sorry you have to leave in a few hours.  I've
never had a lover like this, I mean it was so
INTENSE..."
     "Shush."  Heather said softly.  "Me neither.  It
was fantastic.  I don't want to leave either, but I
can't stay.  Really."
     "I know.  And it's time for me to go home."  She
paused.  "You know, back at the museum, you...you
became my queen.  The queen.  It was weird.  I think
about her all the time and seeing you like that...It
was like it went back in time."
     Heather understood.  She had felt like the queen. 
Shannon's queen. And Shannon was her slave.  Passion
roared through her and she found it hard to breath. 
She forced herself to stop thinking about it.  It
always scared her just how much she enjoyed dominating
others.  It took her to sexual highs far above her
normally overactive response.
     "And if I come back and visit you in Ireland and
become your queen again, you will be my slave?" 
Heather asked only half serious. 
     "Oh.  Yes.  Oh, my yes."  Shannon breathed, the
very thought of it sent another chill down her spine. 
If only Heather would come back to see her.
     They held each other a long time without speaking. 
And then, at last, slowly  walked the last few yards
and went up the stairs.

     The apartment was full of everyone and Heather and
Shannon were the last to show up.  The place was noisy
with smoke and laughter and the tinkle of glasses.  
     They were both surprised that everyone was still
in their clothes and in the living room.  Donna
untangled her self from a chair and came over.
     "Well, don't tell me you two are also too tired now
for the orgy?  Wow, some makeup job.  You have to tell
us all about what you've been up to."  She was laughing.
     Shannon and Heather both blushed brightly and
nodded.   
     "Don't tell me.  You couldn't keep your hands off
of each other and now you're too tired from screwing
all night."  Donna sighed even as she laughed..
     "Something like that.  Is that what happened to
the others as well?"
     Donna nodded.  "All of us.  Some orgy.  Get
something to eat.  Maybe next time, if there is any. 
At least everyone seemed to have a great time."  She
walked away.
     They cruised the party for a while and soon
everyone was sitting in a circle sharing their
evening's adventures with the others.  There was lots
of giggling and expressions of mock shock and teasing. 
But they were all impressed with how varied all the
tales were and how well they had been paired off.  Only
Donna was disappointed that the group sex never got off
the ground.
     "Well, it was exciting to think about, anyway." 
They all agreed.
     Heather slipped away and removed the makeup and
washed her face.  Then returned to the group.
     By now, Barbara and Elizabeth were sitting
together, lightly holding hands.  A start.
     "Well, I hate to end this, but the sun is up and
we have an airplane to catch."  Traci announced.  There
were hugs all around.  Donna made sure all the keys
were accounted for.  Except for the waitress, who had
called to say her roommate was ill and they wouldn't be
attending.  
     It was quiet in the car as they raced out to
Heathrow.  More hugs before security stopped Barbara
and Elizabeth.  Promises to keep in touch and addresses
were exchanged.
     And suddenly, they were on the plane heading out
over Ireland.  Heather fell asleep instantly and soon
Sherry joined her.  Traci wasn't far behind and snoozed
until lunch was served.  The stew in first class came
by and handed Traci a message.  
     "For the brunette in the middle.  When she wakes." 
The stewardess was slim and sleek, even in her uniform. 
Obviously closely tailored beyond normally company
requirements.  Dark hair, a layer cut down the back of
her neck, emphasizing one of her best features.  Smoky
eyes.  Bangs.
     Traci put the message on the food tray and resumed
eating.
     Back at the first class galley, the stew resumed
filling pots with hot coffee and preparing to gather
trash.  The other stew working the section joined her
briefly.  Her blonde hair rich figure contrasted the
slim figure of the other.
     "What did she say to your invitation?"
     "Sleeping.  A bit tired from last night.  Donna
said I should enjoy her based on her activities from
last night."
     "Mind if I join you?"
     "Not in the least."  She looked around and no one
was looking.  She pulled the breaker on lights of the
toilet on the plane least able to be seen by all the
first class passengers and hung an "Out of Order" sign
on the handle.  A brief call to the cockpit to explain
the breaker as a clogged john to keep them from getting
alarmed.
     "All set."
     "A bit optimistic, aren't we?"
     "Seems a sure thing, according to Donna."  She
squeezed the blondes arm as she went by.
"Let her sleep for a while.  Then, the games will
begin.  I get first crack."  They both started laughing
at the bad pun.  Actually, the blonde was far more
interested in the other stew than Heather.  Screwing
women in the bathroom was intense and scary. 
Especially on these West to East crossings in daylight
with most passengers awake.
     They started up the isle clearing and pouring
seconds of coffee and tea.
     Heather slept on for quite a bit and then woke up,
needing to use the bathroom.  She glanced at Traci and
noticed she had a blanket pulled up to her chin and was
sleeping soundly.  She had a slip of paper in one hand,
folded over.
     Heather unbuckled and headed back down the isle. 
The dark haired stew seemed to expect her, for some
reason.  Heather noticed the out of order sign.
     The other bathroom was busy, but only the two
stews were around and everyone else was watching a
movie or asleep.
     "Can we use this?"  Heather asked, more than a bit
uncomfortable.
     "Perfect."  The stew took Heather's question as an
answer to her unread invitation.  She nodded to the
other stew who headed over as Heather unlocked the
door.  As she stepped in, the other two followed her
and in a second the door shut and was locked, but no
lights came on.
     "Oh.    OH!"  The hot hands on her breasts were a
shock and in seconds her top was out of her pants and
she was twisted sideways with one leg bent at the knee
and up on the lid of the john.  She was immobilized.
     "Please.  I have to pee."  She realized it must be
the stew in here with her.  Surprised, but not scared. 
It was only sex.
     A husky voice told her to be quiet and a hot hand
unhooked her bra while another unsnapped her jeans and
unzipped them.  The hands travelled down and up and a
palm took her left breast and the other travelled into
her underway from the rear and a slim finger was
inserted into her pussy from the rear.  Peeing was
forgotten.
     She became aware of other hands on the woman doing
her and realized the other stew was in with them.  She
groaned as her clit popped out and pressed into the
tight panties pressing into her slit.
     It was only thirty minutes.  But it was a hell of
an orgy.  Donna would have been proud.
          
End of Part 27