Corinne returns to Egypt 2006. Page 2

The fun continues in the land of the pharoahs.

Time for some sushi...

I went to the sushi bar. The chef was most charming and he explained very proudly that he'd learned his trade in Japan and had been making sushi for 10 years. Unfortunately the quality of his sushi implied a career somewhat shorter than that. He did have a nice hat though. In addition the meal was exceedingly expensive, which explained why I was the only customer ! I returned to my room for my dilation (now it's once a week for 1-2 hours and has entirely ceased to be a problem) and fell asleep, waking up at 23.15 whereupon I had a shower and went to bed rather tired.

A successful first day and a nice Egyptian meal.

Tuesday 4 april. Esmael the taxi driver appeared at 08.00 and we went to Giza where I met Mohammed at [censored]. A nice guy, he hadn't had time apparently to prepare what I wanted and he proposed to drop by the hotel thursday evening. I couldn't refuse. I then got a cancellation for a planned meeting with Abdul of [censored] (the guy who seized my tits after a business dinner last year), who wanted to come to the hotel for a drink wednesday evening instead. Hmmm, careful Corinne ! I continued to [censored] in October City, which was a very long way away, and had a good meeting.

It was then time to see Ahmed at [censored] (the very gallant fellow who had taken me out to dinner last year). He proposed taking me to dinner that evening... as well as next monday. I tried to cut this down to just one evening but he insisted. He was very honorable last time so I agreed but am a little worried that he might make a pass. Next on my meeting list was [censored] then I returned to the hotel. I briefly went to the pool but the wind was so cold I didn't stay

. After a hot bubble bath I took the shuttle bus to the City Stars shopping centre. There, I had the distinct impression that I had 2 heads as everyone was staring at me. Lots of laughter from the usual stupid teenage girls with headscarves, and comments such as "Beautiful eyes" from men. Is the laughter because of my cleavage and skin tight jeans or am I being read because of my height ? Anyway it was all rather naff - nothing worth buying, and staring shop assistants who turned me off from going into the shops. It seemed that no-one was buying anything at all, just wandering around. I tried on a skirt and the assistant came and stood right outside the cubicle waiting gormlessly. That annoyed me so I didn't buy it.

I was rather stuck because I had to wait for Ahmed to pick me up at 20.30 and it wasn't worth taking a taxi back to the hotel. I sat in a café and drank a cocktail until he turned up 20 minutes late, very apologetic, and we went to Zamalek which took about an hour. This meant we arrived at the Egyptian restaurant at 22.00 (groan) and there were no tables available. I suggested we sit at the bar as otherwise we would have waited forever.

We had quite a good meal and some very nice local wine but it was difficult to have a conversation because of the tremendous noise level. Ahmed refused to let me pay and dropped me off at the hotel at 00.20. A bit late considering I have to get up at 07.00. He was a gentleman but I feel as if I were his prey. He took my hand several times in the car which , after my experience with Abdul made me a little uneasy. I suspect the wolf will pounce monday night and Miss Corinne is going to find herself in a sticky situation.

The water park by night.

Wednesday 5 april. I was suffering from lack of sleep this morning but still raring to go for my meetings. All were in Heliopolis today so there was less time spent in the car. Everyone was very nice indeed. Abdul from [censored] was due at the hotel at 19.00. I was rather wary about being hassled and hoped he didn't propose dinner. I need a quiet meal with my book and don't want to have to fend off a sex maniac. In the end he failed to turn up so I had a good meal in the buffet where the waiters were falling over themselves to look after me ! There was a message on my room phone from Abdul in which he announced, in a very funereal tone, that his father had been taken ill and that I should come to his office tomorrow. I went for a stroll around the pool and the adjoining water park where 2 employees latched on to me and asked the usual questions - where are you from, what is your name, first time in Egypt ? They switched on all the lights for me and tried to persuade me to take a swim (presumably in my birthday suit since I obviously hadn't brought my bikini)! Unfortunately for them it was far too cold.

A sticky meeting.

Thursday 6 april. I had meetings all day. The last one was at CENSORED where Abdul took me in his arms and tried to kiss me on the lips which I managed to deflect onto my cheeks. He was delighted to see me and showered me with flattering comments. I thought it absolutely priceless when he said "You know Corinne, I wish to tell you that you are very special. Not only are you a very beautiful woman but you have such a nice and very strong character. You are the nicest market researcher ever to visit me. Before you came there were 2 old men, one of whom had the same surname as you. They were very boring. Now your visits fill me with joy !" Gulp. I replied nonchalantly that I had a very common surname in Switzerland (which I certainly don't) ! He went on to explain how lonely he was and suggested I give him a chance. I explained once again that I was lesbian and this time he understood, having apparently informed himself since last year about this peculiar phenomenon. We talked about love and sex until I managed to shift the conversation to business.

As I left he asked me to send him a nice photo of me. He showed me that he kept the photo of the two of us having dinner last year on his desk ! That was terribly sweet. He wanted to take me to dinner but I said I was, unfortunately, already fully booked. On the way back in the taxi Esmael, the taxi driver, hesitatingly asked if I minded him picking up his wife and 2 children before taking me to the hotel because it was very late. Of course I didn't so we put them in the back and stopped for me to buy some nuts and Turkish Delight then went to the hotel. His wife saw my little girl's photo and said she was beautiful and that she thought I was 30 - 35 years old. Oooh, what could I say ? I imagine that her husband had told her all about me over the years and she must have been fascinated to meet me.

I changed for dinner into my white dress and white high wedges and went for the fish buffet. There were very few customers and the waiters were pouring on the charm. The more glamourous one is, the more one receives meticulous attention. They kept coming to ask if everything was ok, "would Ma'am like another glass of wine, is Ma'am enjoying her meal ? Is there anything we can do for Ma'am" ? There was a tourist in the bar who came ostensibly to video the restaurant but it was obvious he wanted to film me. Returning to my room, I tried to go to sleep but had to call reception 3 times to complain about some children playing a really noisy game of football at 23.00 right below the window. Eventually they were stopped, I started to doze off and then got attacked by a mosquito ! I gave chase but it hid successfully so I closed the window and froze it to death with the air conditioning.

The weekend in Sharm el Sheikh.

Friday 7 april. Up at 04.45. Gasp ! I took the shuttle to the airport which took 15 minutes then flew to Sharm and was able to see the desert and Red Sea as I had a window seat. Arrival was at 09.00 and it was a lovely clear morning with 21°. At the Mariott Beach Hotel I was given a lovely room, number 347, in the main building overlooking the pretty pool. I had breakfast, unpacked then changed into my bikini and went to the beach.

Encounter with a 100 kg. oaf.

The dreaded "NO TOPLESS SUNBATHING" sign was still there but there were one or two girls ignoring it so I followed suit. I had a swim then decided to sit in the shade by the pool so as not to risk burning. I did a dilation in my room listening to the sound of the waterfall and the people in the pool then fell asleep ! After waking I took a stroll to the end of the beach path, getting bothered every step of the way: "Where are you from ? First time in Egypt ? What's your name ? Are you alone ? Come and see my shop / take my business card / I have a present for you. Hey, come on ! I only want to talk to you... Hey ! Come back !" What a drag. I couldn't even look at a restaurant menu or a shop without having someone hovering at my elbow. I therefore returned to the hotel and had sushi again.

I had agreed with the travel agent guy at a kiosk just down from the hotel that he could pick me up at 21.00 to go to his place for a drink and to meet his girlfriend. I've been speaking to him on and off for 2 years and he has continually been suggesting this. As I had suspected the girlfriend never materialised and he went into his room on the pretext of getting something... and emerged totally nude, preceded by his very large belly... and literally jumped on me ! This poor fellow needs to go back to charm school. As I lay there, gradually getting crushed by what must have been at least 100 kg. of beef, sweat and hairy chest, I wheezed "Fathy, I'm sorry but I told you I don't go with men. I'm a strong girl and quite able to defend myself if necessary, so I think you'd better get off me." The poor fellow agreed to take me back to my hotel. What a laugh, and strange that at no time was I in the least bit worried for my safety. I do start to ask myself: do other girls have to put up with all this behaviour ? Or is there something about me which incites men to lose control ???

Rollerblading along the main street in the evening.

Saturday 8 april. I awoke at 10.00 and went down to the restaurant for a leisurely and delicious breakfast buffet. Since my arrival half the hotel staff have been coming to say they recognise me from last time. It was hotter and much less windy today so I headed for the beach. To my delight there was a group of topless Italian girls on the end of the jetty so I went to join them. They gave me a smile, looked me over briefly then continued gossiping between themselves.

After a few minutes I went for a swim, then when I turned to come back they were all touching each others' breasts and weighing them in cupped hands - much to the astonishment of the Egyptian men on the boats nearby ! They had obviously been aware of my magnificent tits and were comparing their own... Our eyes met and we all burst out laughing. I asked whether one of them would be so kind as to rub suncream on my back and was lucky in that the one I fancied most, with a lovely bum, told me to sit on her towel and she put cream over my entire back. Yum. I chatted to them for quite a while, then another girl appeared and planted herself at right angles to me 10 cms away. She looked at me as if to ask if I had any objection which I certainly hadn't except perhaps that I would have preferred her to lie next to me on my towel. She had a suntanned lithe body and was wearing a string. Gasp ! To avoid overheating I took a very long swim then had to move reluctantly into the shade by the pool.

After that I did a dilation and slept until 18.00 then dressed in white bra, white net top, white shorts and high anklestrap wedges. It was a slightly provocative outfit but I was feeling cheeky. I checked my e-mails on the internet in the business lounge then took a walk and bought some perfumed oils for my girlfriend's birthday. I ate some sushi then took another walk, exchanging my wedges for some flat booties. An English jerk, rather drunk, yelled "Geezer, geezer" which I found rather distasteful. Finally I decided to go rollerblading along the main road - a rather dangerous exercise but I couldn't bring my rollers all the way to Egypt and not use them ! Since I was still dressed in the same outfit I caused absolute chaos as I rollered happily along in the road, the pavement being too uneven. Every single car tooted me, flashed lights and people yelled out to me from cars, trucks and from the pavement. After a short while there was a traffic jam. I don't think they've ever seen someone rollerblading here !

More sun cream

Sunday 9 april. I got up at 09.00, had breakfast then phoned my little girl who said it was cold at home. She was apparently playing at being a surgeon and was currently operating on her teddybear ! I proceeded to the beach wearing my black and pink bikini. The Italian girls were there and this time it was Francesca, the English speaking one, who put sun cream on my back. We chatted in the shallows and she said she was divorced and living with a girlfriend in Bergamo, near Milan. I told her I also had a girlfriend and mentioned my sex change... she had already guessed though. She says she sometimes comes to Geneva so we exchanged email addresses. An Egyptian man asked me to swim with him but I declined, using the numerous jellyfish which were floating in the sea as an excuse. My bare tits seemed to be having quite an effect on the men in the area. I checked out of my room at 14.00 then sat in the shade for the rest of the afternoon with a book which turned out to be in Danish and therefore quite useless except as a pillow.