Vacation in Egypt

As they say, a fool's dream came true. All my conscious life, I dreamed of visiting the land of the pharaohs. And the sight of the pyramids from pictures simply enchanted me. And here I am. The moment I set foot on Egyptian soil, it was as if a wave of heat washed over me. I couldn't believe my happiness. I arrived for a week's vacation with my friend, escaping our damp winter for the warm African atmosphere. The first impression was still vague, as we arrived in the evening, already dark. Everything was different... the people, the air, the atmosphere. We checked into our hotel room, caught dinner, and sat at the bar trying local beer. Delicious. In the morning after breakfast, we went to the sea. Even the perception of the sea was completely different. And

when the seawater enveloped my feet, I couldn't contain my amazement. We, accustomed to our Baltic Sea, cold and dark, were gazing at blue and transparent water. We felt the warm and very salty Red Sea. The difference was colossal. We met and chatted with Russian-speaking tourists while chilling on the beach, admiring everything around us and taking photos. After swimming to our heart's content, we returned to the hotel. We planned and booked an excursion to Cairo. To be in Egypt and not visit Cairo itself and its landmarks would have been a great mistake. At half past midnight, we were picked up from the hotel, and we traveled to the capital by bus for 8 hours. We visited the old museum, which was very educational. We took a boat ride on the great Nile with music, super fun and interesting. We visited an oil and papyrus factory, even bought something for ourselves. We had lunch at a restaurant, it was very tasty and filling. And the cherry on top... the Pyramids and the Sphinx. I almost choked at the sight of these great structures in person. Overjoyed, I ran to a pyramid and simply planted a kiss on one of its blocks, the ones it's built from. We rode near the pyramids in the desert on a chariot pulled by a horse, sat on a camel. We had just as long a journey back ahead of us. Extremely tired but insanely pleased, we returned to the hotel at three in the morning and collapsed into our beds, dead on our feet. The remaining days we settled in more and more among the locals, made acquaintances, and even flirted. Some understood and spoke Russian, some could only understand and say a couple of words, and some not at all. An online translator was our aid. There was a lot of attention from men directed at me, which I didn't expect. Everyone wanted to spend time with me, chat, go for a walk. Many asked to take a photo with me, as if I were some kind of curiosity. This amused me and gave me even more confidence. By chance on the beach, we met an Italian at a bar and tried to communicate with each other as best we could. He could speak Italian and English, and we only Russian. As it turned out, we were from the same hotel. We agreed to meet in the lobby in the evening and communicate using a translator. He played guitar and sang Italian and American songs, getting people going. And the next day, the three of us went to the sea. He became like one of us. Nothing extra, no shady moves from his side, everything was cultured. Some guy approached us on the beach. As it turned out, he was an acquaintance of his, and he was from Belarus. Communication with the Italian became much easier because now we had a walking translator, as the Belarusian could speak English. Ignat. That was his name. After the beach, we agreed to meet on the grounds of our hotel, and he was staying in the neighboring one. I drank vodka and snacked on juicy local mango. My friend drank cocktails, and the guys drank beer. Ignat suggested we take a walk after hanging out. My friend and the Italian went into the lobby so he could play guitar for everyone again, and I sat with Ignat at the outdoor bar. A cute local guy named Mohammed worked there. We had been openly flirting with him for two days. Winking at each other, he would linger his hand on mine when handing me a glass of something, we shot glances at each other. He invited me for a walk after his work. Damn, but I promised the evening to the Belarusian. Need to manage everything somehow. I agreed to meet the bartender. And in my thoughts, there was only sex. Well, why not?! It's just a holiday fling. Mohammed and I met outside the hotel so no one would see us. He stopped a taxi, we arrived at the beach. As luck would have it, there were people there, even though it was very dark. We kissed and hugged. I greedily groped his crotch through his pants, and he pawed at my breasts. I unbuttoned my shirt and lifted my top, exposing my breasts, and he instantly latched his lips onto my nipples. I wonder what experience he had before me... Hmm. I pulled his pants down and took his already erect cock into my mouth. Sucked him, licked his balls. Damn, it was unrealistically tasty. Plus, he was circumcised. Before the trip, I was warned that Egyptians are all dirty, they have hygiene problems and all that. I don't know... Maybe I got an exception, but I'm satisfied with him. He had it all... looks, cleanliness, perfume, style, manners, sexuality. And I had never in my life slept with anyone of another nationality, especially "black" guys. I surprised myself, how Arabs could attract me. I wanted to devour him right there. But we were interrupted. People started walking past us more often. Mohammed said we needed to stop, that we needed to be patient, that all this wasn't needed now. Then we got back in a taxi and returned to the hotel. He kissed me goodbye, and we parted ways. And I was just all worked up but didn't get what I wanted. Well... There's still Ignat. I found him in the company of my friend, the Italian, and others. He and I left the hotel, and I led him towards some tower with a spiral staircase inside. We went up higher and started kissing. He was shy and couldn't really express himself. He asked me to go to his hotel room with him, but I insisted on this spot. No one can see anything, and it's dark. I pulled my shorts down and turned my back to him, pulling him towards me. Not only did he almost cum when entering me, but he also basically couldn't do anything. I put his hands on my breasts, and he didn't know what to do with them. But he was lucky, I gave him a blowjob, and he even came twice. I myself realized he was useless, and I couldn't get any pleasure from him at all. He explained that he was too charged up, apologized, but what good is that to me... I tried to ditch him as quickly as possible and went to my hotel. The last day and the last night before the flight remained. It was sad, but I tried not to mope. We spent the day at the sea, walking and taking photos, and in the evening we hung out on the hotel grounds. Mohammed wrote to me that he wanted to book a room for us in another hotel further away, but I refused because I wouldn't feel comfortable there. I suggested meeting and walking outside any hotels. We agreed to meet again after his work. My friend and I were drinking at the bar and chatting with other tourists. A local guy named Alex, working here as an animator, started showing intense interest in me. And I liked him from the start, but we somehow didn't cross paths much. He offered to spend the evening with me, but I politely refused. I started scolding him for not approaching earlier, that everything was at the last minute when I was already busy. Damn, you'd have to split yourself to manage to be everywhere with everyone. And the Belarusian was also counting on something this evening, but I definitely decided to ditch him. He kept messaging me, and I ignored him. He messed up, so I definitely don't want to give him a second chance and lose other options. We spent a little time in Alex's company, but it was already time for me to leave for my meeting with Mohammed. He tried to convince me again to go with him, but I was adamant. We hugged goodbye, as we wouldn't see each other tomorrow, exchanged contacts. I ran to the room, freshened up a bit, warned my friend I was leaving, and left the hotel. He and I walked on opposite sides of the road, each on our own sidewalk, like strangers. When we disappeared around a corner, he waited for me and took my hand. We entered a dark alley where it was completely deserted, Mohammed stopped and started kissing me. Then we came to a large observation deck that offered a beautiful view of the old city of Sharm. There was a group of people there, and looking around, we noticed abandoned buildings in the dark. We went there carefully and quietly. Just some ruins, but not littered with trash. We kissed and groped each other. My breasts wouldn't leave him alone, and he stroked them, squeezed them, and kissed them. He couldn't tear himself away for a long time until I interrupted him. I squatted down and took his cock in my mouth, licking and sucking. He pressed my head against the building wall with his crotch, and his cock ended up completely in my mouth. He fucked my mouth until I pulled away to catch my breath. Saliva stretched from my mouth to his cock. As soon as I took him with my lips again, he started fucking my mouth deeply again. Oh, how I liked it, and he even more so. And when I looked up and met his eyes, I saw his desire and excitement in his eyes, his smile. And still, I wonder, where does he know this from? Could he have had experience? For their people, sex comes later and is more conscious, mostly within relationships, compared to us Russians. Strange. Well, okay. The main thing is that everything feels good. I stand up and turn my back to him, and he slightly bends me over and tries to enter. Doesn't work. I help. He's inside me. Starts moving and immediately speeds up. His cock slips out, and I guide it back into me. Arch my back more. He fucks me, and I start moaning. He asks me to be quieter, afraid we'll get caught. I try to be quieter and just as I'm getting into it, he cums, pulling out of me. Puts on his underwear, and it gets wet from his cum. He latches onto my tits again, and I start caressing my pussy. I want to cum. His hand also went down and started helping me, and I guided two of his fingers inside me. We both worked diligently on my pleasure and kissed passionately. I asked for more and more, that I wanted to cum, not knowing if he understood, but it spurred him on even more. After a couple of minutes of effort, I started cumming, burying my face in his shoulder, muffling my moan. We tidy ourselves up and return to the observation deck. We sit on a high curb and chat using the translator. We joked and laughed. He writes that he will miss me. Asks when I'll fly back. He really is very sweet and nice. And I'm sad that I just started something worthwhile, and now I have to fly away. I write him a message expressing my desire to be on top of him. He smiles and kisses me. We return to the same abandoned building. He enjoys my breasts again, and I suck him off again. Then I take off my shirt and lay it on the floor, lay Mohammed on it. I sit on top of him, kiss his lips and neck, descend to his cock and continue sucking. I wanted to take off my pants, but he didn't let me. Just moved them aside, like sit right on it. Well, okay. I was on top, moved my pants and panties aside, and sat on his cock. I felt so good that I immediately sped up, bouncing on him, and started moaning loudly. He covered my mouth with his hand and asked me to be quieter. After a few seconds, I noticed he tensed up with pleasure, grabbed his head, moaned quietly, and went limp, as did his cock. I got up. He came, and inside me at that. I got dressed and slowly left the abandoned building, he followed. He stops me. I take the translator and ask. Yes, indeed he came inside me. What the hell? What struck me more was that it turns out he was a virgin before being with me, only watched porn. I stood in a stupor for a long time and couldn't say anything. I walked silently towards the hotel, and he held my hand. Then I clarified those moments again. Damn. I really got myself into it. Okay, I'll figure something out. We took a couple of photos and videos together. Hugged tightly and kissed goodbye, and I left. Early in the morning, we checked out of the hotel and headed to the airport. Upon returning home, I took a pill as emergency contraception. Hope it works out. I text with Mohammed every day, he confesses his love and warm feelings to me, writes that he misses me. We are waiting for our next meeting. I plan to go there again, but it's unknown when and with whom.

This is a real story that happened to me this month