Copyright ZZ (AK) It was summertime: hot, humid, and cloudless. A typical New York
afternoon. I was glad that her brownstone flat was air-conditioned as
she kissed me and ushered me inside. We had met at an ancient artifacts
exposition four weeks before. Vivian is an archaeologist who had been
explaining one of the exhibits. Although I am only an enlightened
amateur, my knowledge had surprised her. Somehow we had been drawn to
each other. Intellectual conversations and dinner dates soon turned to
passionate evenings that ended in the wee hours of the morning.
"Jenny's staying with her father this weekend. We have the whole
place to ourselves." I was enthralled that the precocious ten-year old
would give us a respite. She always asked me the most embarrassing
questions. Really personal ones. Was she deliberately trying to make me
feel uncomfortable? Perhaps she considered me an intruder. The divorce
hadn't gone through yet.
"That sounds great," I admitted. "What's that sculpture?" I asked,
pointing to a spectre-like engraving in a slab of stained white rock.
"It was guarding the entrance to the burial chamber. Where we found
the coffin. More like a sarcophagus, really. It's Etruscan. We found it
in the Po Valley last month."
"What're you doing with it?"
"I pulled a few strings so I could work on it at home. But let's not
talk shop right now. I'll get us some refreshments. How about waiting
for me on the sofa while I get some ice-cream and strawberries?"
"Sounds lovely," I said as I sat down and watched her walk from the
living room to the kitchen. Her high heels tapped dully on the hardwood
floor before clicking sharply on the kitchen tile.
I looked around the living room and dining room while I awaited her
return. The place looked and smelled like the offices of professors,
and museums that I had visited: dark, cluttered, stale and musty. The
blinds were nearly always drawn. Strong light could damage the
artifacts, she said. There were many of them all over the premises from
every corner of the world: Asia, Africa, Europe, both of the Americas.
I got up to look at some more closely. Squat figures with round,
gargoyle faces. Tall elongated sorcerer-like people. Expressionless
Easter Island look-alikes. Masks of every description. I felt a shiver
traverse my back. They all looked a little menacing. Undoubtedly things
would look a lot friendlier in more light. I heard the clatter of
dishes and utensils. Dessert would soon brighten things. Then I had to
ask the question that had been on my mind for some time:
"You have some really interesting finds here. Don't you ever have to
return them? You always seem to be getting new stuff, but ...."
"Yes, yes. Soon. But never mind that now. Dessert is served." She
re-entered carrying a tray, but wearing something completely different.
My jaw dropped at the sight of the lavender teddy, matching garters,
and stockings, sans shoes.
"I-I-I really like the outfit you've chosen. You look ravishing." I
enjoyed how she was both intellectual and sexy, a rare combination. Her
well-toned legs flexed delectably as she placed the tray on the coffee
table and dropped into my lap.
"My ex was always the jealous type, yet he wouldn't look twice at me
in one of these numbers. They never turned him on, but they turn me on
whenever I wear them. I'm glad you're into this stuff." I couldn't
believe how Donald could have been so stupid to let her go. Jealous or
not, the balding wimp couldn't possibly keep away a determined suitor.
She kissed me hard on the mouth. Her tongue explored mine. I
relished the erotic sensation of caressing her silk stockings and lace
trim as I massaged her shapely thigh. We were rapidly losing control.
Her saliva and lipstick was all over my face. Suddenly she pulled away.
"Come on. I want to show you something." She took me by the hand and
led me to one of the other rooms, one I hadn't been in before.
"This better be good," I said. At that point I would have followed her anywhere.
"You know I like change. Routine is boring," she continued. "I hope
you won't mind." In the middle of the room stood a large sarcophagus,
on sturdy wooden supports. Candles burned in long, floor-mounted
candlesticks at either end. The enormous lid was laid on one side. I
was uncertain about her latest adventure.
"What's this all about?" I asked, staring at her incredulously.
"You know I'm a little kinky. There's a legend about this
sarcophagus. I've always had a fantasy about it. Now that I've found
it, I want you to make love to me in it."
"What?"
"It'll be fun."
"That looks like stone. Aren't we going to catch colds?"
"Not with this." She lifted an elegant, richly adorned amphora and
began pouring a hot liquid into the cavity. "It's olive oil," she
smiled as she stripped and began climbing inside. Halfway in she turned
toward me seductively. "You are coming, aren't you?" With a pretended
look of nonchalance I doffed my clothing and climbed in after her. Her
body was hot, slippery, and wonderful as we coupled. Like an Egyptian
or Greek princess, I thought, looking down at her beautiful, dreamy,
contented face and feeling her firm breasts against my oily chest. The
sensation of our bodies rubbing, squishing, and rolling around in the
hot oil and smooth hard surface of the ancient enclosure was very
exciting. I decided to withdraw for a moment to prolong the wonderful,
hedonistic, sensory experience, when I bumped my head into rock.
"What the ...?" Then it dawned on me. The pain, the sudden darkness,
the fear of realization, and her tight embrace took hold of me
viscerally and caused me to spill my seed deep inside her. It was the
most intense climax that I ever had -- one fuelled by panic. We were
sealed inside. Someone or something had replaced the lid while we were
in the throes of passion. But how was that possible? How could we have
not heard? The lid had to weigh hundreds of pounds. I pushed against it
with my back as I braced my knees and elbows, but the lid did not move.
I had less than a foot between my back and the ceiling. Two people were
a tight fit.
"Oh my God! We're trapped!" I screamed. "We can't get out!" Then as
my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I noticed her face. Still content.
Peaceful. No fear.
"What's the matter with you?" I gasped. I tried to pull out of her, but she held me tight.
"It's just as wonderful as I had expected," she said at last.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"The legend. Well, it wasn't really a legend. We found the Etruscan couple inside. Lovers forever ...."
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