The Offering - Sex Stories

The Offering

... “Moment of truth.” Cynthia checked the video camera recording the process to ensure it wouldn’t miss the opening of the box, and then nodded her head, readying the digital camera she held as well. Cameron opened the box, lifting the lid with just enough pressure to overcome the resistance of friction. She sat the lid down, and marveled at what she saw inside. Cynthia snapped a picture. “Is that silk?” “It appears to be,” Cameron said, and then picked up a pair of sterilized tweezers and gingerly lifted the silk. Cynthia covered her mouth and laughed. Cameron laughed as well, no more able to contain her mirth than the younger woman. Inside the box rested a very realistic ivory phallus. “Take the picture,” Cameron reminded Cynthia between bouts of laughter. Cynthia managed to stop laughing long enough to snap pictures from several angles. After a few deep breaths, Cameron regained her composure as well. “Look at how smooth this is,” Cameron remarked as she gently lifted the dildo from its case. The carved handle, initially still hidden beneath the silk, left little doubt as to the function of the phallus. “There has to be a royal connection here. There’s no way even a high-ranking priestess could possibly afford artisans of this caliber.” “So much for modern technology,” Cynthia quipped as she snapped another picture. “I know mine isn’t half as nice as that.” Cameron chuckled. “Mine either.” After a few minutes of taking notes and pictures, Cameron returned the ancient sex toy ...

... to its box and replaced the lid. She then deposited the entire box in a tub and sealed the lid to keep out moisture. “Shall we do another?” Cameron asked. “Absolutely,” Cynthia agreed. Cameron felt a flash of self-consciousness when her eyes fell on Cynthia’s perky breasts, well outlined by the thin top she wore. As they worked alone, Cameron had thought she’d noticed the blonde looking at her as well. Cameron hadn’t even thought about the incident in years, but the paintings of the tomb and the close work with Cynthia served to consistently remind her of a short relationship she’d fallen into during college. Just before she met Trent, she and her roommate had progressed beyond friendship into something more. Though the relationship had gone no farther than kissing and touching, the feelings had disturbed her enough to cause her to turn sharply the other way. Now, those feelings were once more emerging, and carried with them a far stronger sexual attraction than she’d previously experienced. Cameron took a deep breath and hoped that Cynthia wouldn’t notice the stiffness of her nipples as she returned with another of the sealed boxes – yet some part of her hoped the blonde would notice. **** Acting on a suggestion from Abasi, Cameron stood in the small chamber between the tombs of Emuishere and Djeserit. She took notes as she translated the hieroglyphs lining the walls and decorating the coffins. The work thankfully distracted her from her increasingly disturbing thoughts and ...