Lady Hawthorne goes for a bath.

The group packed up and returned to civilization. After a short discussion, Muhammad agreed to forget about the gold if he could take credit for unearthing the room (and five hundred pounds). He went with Winston to arrange payment while Lady Hawthorne returned to the hotel.

It wasn't grand as those things went. It certainly wasn't luxurious like the newer hotels in Cairo or Alexandria, but it was safe and - most importantly this evening - had private baths. Elizabeth loved the adventure and the exploration, but no amount of adrenaline can overcome the feeling of sand in one's underwear. She grabbed a change of clothing, and had the hotel staff draw a bath. The tubs were basic, the room small, and merely a curtain for a doorway. But it was privacy for an hour or so.

Once the water was ready she paid the attendant, stepped into the little room, and closed the curtain. Alongside the tub were a brush, a short wooden chair, and some towels for washing and drying. She set the change of clothes and her satchel on the chair. Shoes went into a corner, followed by socks, shirt, trousers. She glanced around before removing her undershirt. It was simple, two straps and loose cotton to help protect her modesty more than provide support for her small breasts. It too was tossed into the pile. Her undershorts were men's style, close fitting suitable for trousers. They were soiled from the heat and effort of the day. She kicked them off into the pile.

Elizabeth gingerly stepped into the bath and sank her aching muscles down into the warm waters. "Ahhh, that's what I've been looking for..."

She sat there a while, water covering her calves, thighs, and stomach. She stretched this way and that, getting both knees under the water and then her back and chest. Next she took a small washcloth and worked it between her toes, dislodging grime and sand from the nooks the water alone couldn't clean. After going over her legs, she dipped down under the water and took the rag to her torso. She splashed water over her head and face, using her hands to try and dislodge the sand from her hair.

Lady Hawthorne paused. When was the last time she orgasmed? Was it Baghdad? Delhi? Too damned long. She reached down into the water and parted her lips with her left hand and used her right to gently wash herself. The entire ride back to town she had thought of the plug. She thought of the Egyptians who had presumably used it. She thought of the concubines, filled to the brim servicing the pharaohs. She daydreamed of scantly clad women having it inserted, screaming in pleasure. Eventually she wondered what it felt like. Something that big; something that heavy... It had been too long.

With a small **** of will, Elizabeth stopped rubbing herself and reached for the satchel. She glanced around quickly and pulled the giant golden plug from the bag. God she was horny. How would this thing even fit? She had tried anal a few times, but the guys weren't nearly this big.

She lifted herself out of the water a bit, got her feet under her, and squatted so her butt was just out of the water. "Here goes nothing...", Elizabeth grabbed the plug by its base, dunked it in the water and lined it up with her butthole. Then she pushed. Her cheeks spread a bit and the tip of it entered her. "Ooooh." A little stronger pushing and her sphincter complains. "unnnh, whew whew whew", her breathing becomes quicker and shorter. Her left hand reaches down to rub herself while the right holds the plug partway in. Slowly she lowers the plug back out, relaxing and then pushes it slowly back all the while rubbing herself slowly.

A little out, a little in. The rubbing picks up pace as her ass grows accustom to the size of the huge golden plug. A little out, then a harder push. Slowly more of it enters her. A little out, a harder push, rubrubrub. "whew whew, nnnh, come on, nearly there....", a little out, a hard push and streeeetch. "Nnnng, come on....", a little out and then a long push. So impossibly horny, she whimpers a little for release. A little out and she stops rubbing herself to push on the plug with both hands, "come onnnn". With a sudden motion, she slips over the widest part of the golden egg and it is pulled inside of her.

Elizabeth stays there, squatting in the tub, shuddering at the sensation. The overwhelming fullness. The weight of it trying to fall out of her, but not being able to. The strange feeling of not having her sphincter close. The slight lingering pain of stretching alongside her quickened pulse. The achievement alongside blinding hornyness.