525: Miracle on Pharaoh Street

by Eva

She was middle-aged. She was lonely. She was Miriam. Miriam? Her name meant, among other things, 'wished for a child.'

Her friends said she need to find something. Of course, she agreed. But what and where? She was in a cafe at 11 in the morning, sipping cold coffee. Miserable. I need a miracle, she thought. But miracles don't happen to 45 year olds.

A young woman opposite her asked if she would look after her little girl while she went to the shop next door. Back in a moment.

Her name's Nile, said the woman, like the river. She was seven. Pretty, large eyes. A warm smile.

The girl Nile chatted happily, wanted to sit on Miriam's knee. Made friends easily and Miriam felt good. The woman looked up, startled: the cafe clock showed 11.30. Time had seemed to skip by but the woman hadn't come back.

Anxious, Miriam took the little girl's hand and took her to the shop next door. It sold fireplaces, and business was slow. No, they hadn't had a customer in all morning. Would madam like to see the new range of Egyptian marble surrounds? No, said Miriam, but noticed they had vases of dried bulrushes next to the fireplaces.

Miriam went next door on the other side. It was shuttered, awaiting a buyer. Company name of Pyramid Investments had closed up ages ago.

The woman said to the little girl it would be alright, that mummy would be back soon. Let's have another drink she said, and the child nodded and didn't seem worried at all. They sat in a corner near the window and watched the street. No sign of mummy. It was midday.

Nile was hungry; Miriam bought her a sandwich. Nile chatted happily, sat on Miriam's knee, put her arm round her neck, kissed her cheek. Miriam said she shouldn't, but the little girl did.

Nile said her second name was Sands. Miriam said Nile Sands was funny, but the child laughed and said she liked Miriam more than anyone she knew. More than mummy, said the girl. Could she kiss Miriam? Kiss properly, like they did in movies?

Mustn't, Miriam said, people will see!

It's okay, said Nile. Said she liked kissing and it was okay. So she did, lips apart, tongue pushing in. Miriam felt a jolt like she had never known. Got wet between her legs, felt the little girl's hand on her breasts. Gentle, stroking.

No one in the cafe was looking at them, no one on the street was looking in. Time had seemed to stand still. Like in a bubble. Nile wormed her hand in Miriam's blouse, in her bra. More kisses, deeper, hotter. Miriam felt alive. Made her feel wanted.

Miriam no longer cared if anyone saw. She was kissing Nile, feeling up the little girl's skirt (who had opened her legs wide) and rubbed the little one's pussy through her thin panties. She was fulfilled. And she worked her hand inside Nile's panties. Felt that hot little wet slit.

They went home together holding hands. And Miriam never had to return to the Red Sea cafe.