The jasmine scented breeze presses my dress against my curves. My mocha-tinted nipples darken the thin linen. It's hot today, and my caramel skin glistens with a sheen of perspiration.
Nude men and women decorate the deck of my barge. They move languidly, arranging themselves attractively on benches and pillows. You're the newest addition to this entourage and it's your first trip down the river with me. I can see that you are doing your best to blend in, to seem as uninterested and ornamental as my other companions. Your eyes betray you. They dart to me, then back to the scenery. Normally, such an indiscretion would displease me. I'm feeling lenient, though, and decide your nervousness is cute. Perhaps I will reward your cuteness.
I slide my gaze to one of the two women. She's well trained and needs no other instruction. I take the time to admire the sway of her slim hips and the swing of her dusky red hair as she approaches. She kneels at the foot of my canopied platform. "Join me Amunet," I say. "I wish you beside me."
I pat the silk cushions to my left. "Lie on your back, beautiful one, and make yourself comfortable." Amunet's gold jewelry tinkles delicately as she lifts her tan body to the platform. She does as I order, sliding one of the pillows under her knees. Her pert breasts barely shift with the change in posture. I indulge myself in a soft caress of the closest mound before turning my attention to one of the men.
"Panhsj, prepare yourself. I'm giving you Amunet today." The tall Nubian unfolds himself from his seat. His obsidian skin glistens in the bright sun, and his well defined muscles move smoothly under the gleam. As he approaches, his impressive member begins to rise. He reaches my presence and kneels, his erection building with each second. This is the reason Panhsj is among my entourage; I can always count on him to be ready at my word.
Before addressing him further, I shift my focus to you. You've shifted your position to better observe the platform. Despite your training, I can still see signs of your arousal. A flush works its way up your throat. Your cock twitches a bit as your forcibly maintain its limp state.
At my attention, you move forward. The lift of my eyebrow stops you before your second step. Eventually you will learn to interpret my wishes. But for now, I give you a look of disapproval to let you know that you're mistaken. Your swallow of fear and retreat please me, and I decide to proceed with my plan to reward you.
I return my gaze to the patient Nubian. "Rise and join us, Panhsj. Spread Aument's legs and seat yourself on the pillow beneath her knees." Amunet is already wet, and her musky scent is intoxicating. Panhsj seats himself, grasps her hips, and pulls her to him. Her rump settles into the depression created by his crossed legs. They both look to me, eager for permission to proceed. I smile indulgently and nod, also eager for them to begin.
Amunet cradles the head of Panhsj's member in her hand. She runs her thumb over it, milking a drop of precum from the sensitive opening. Panhsj slowly stokes his shaft as she lowers the tip to her waiting clit. Amunet guides it in lazy circles around the little nub. She lets out a sigh of arousal and her free hand gathers a fold in the silk cloth beneath her. Panhsj's breath quickens and his strokes increase in tempo.
I feel my body react to Amunet and Panhsj's activities. My nipples tingle as they harden under my shift and I enjoy the slide of wetness between my legs when I shift my position. I rise to my knees and turn my back to you, being careful to lift the hem of my dress so that it doesn't tangle with the movement.
Standing on my knees, I straddle Amunet's face. Another female companion is now within my field of vision. The woman is reclining near the railing, lazily trailing her fingers in the water. She doesn't seem concerned with what's happening on the platform.
I huff with annoyance. Not only should she have her focus on me at all times, but she should know better than to dangle anything over the edge of the barge. The risk of attracting the attention of Sobek's children is too great. Their great jaws would make quick work of dragging her down for a violent death beneath the water.
"Kebi."
Her head whips up, and she yanks her hand out of the river. She blushes and lowers her eyes, knowing that she's displeased me. I sigh and shake my head, causing the beads at the tips of my braids to clink together. "I shall speak with you about this later, but for now I desire your services." Kebi approaches sheepishly, embarrassment mingling with relief in her every movement.