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