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Authors name: Eros Writer XXX (eroswriterxxx@aol.com)
Story title : Desert Rendevouz
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Desert Rendevouz (MF, cons, intr)
by Eros Writer (eroswriterxxx@aol.com)
A middle-aged archaeologist goes searching for a lost
tomb in the Middle East and finds a beautiful Arab
woman.
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"I can take you to the place you seek" the Arab girl
whispered.
Professor Montana Smith eyed her skeptically. It was
hard to judge if she was lying, as all he could see
of her face was the dark liquid pools of her eyes
above that veil. Although he had been in the kingdom
for nearly three weeks he had gotten little help from
the authorities. All the private leads he had been
given were afraid to talk to him either out of
superstition of the legend of the tomb or fear of
reprisal from a small band of religious fanatics.
"You can take me to the tomb of the Caliph of
Muzareh?" he whispered, leaning close as they moved
through the tightly packed market place.
"Yes, but not directly. You must meet me outside the
city at dusk, behind the third hill south of the old
oasis." And with that she disappeared into the crowd
ahead of him.
Smith opened his mouth to call her back but then
thought better of it and began making his way back to
the hotel. Sunset was in three hours and the place
she had mentioned was nearly as far in travel time,
plus another twenty miles off the main road, quite
isolated from civilization. Was it a trap? If so, who
was laying it, bandits or the Will of Mohammed sect?
One thing was for sure; he had to check it out.
Back at his hotel he quickly packed a flashlight,
some food, a full canteen, his research notes and his
granddad's old Army revolver. He didn't want to be
caught unarmed in case it was an ambush. If he left
now, he could make it to the rendezvous point an hour
early and just maybe get the drop on whoever might be
planning to way lay him. As he made his way down
stairs, he decided not to tell anyone where he was
going. If the lead was real, he didn't want to be
trailed to the tomb until he could publicly announce
the discovery on his own, taking full credit. Once
outside he hauled his 6 foot 4 inch frame into the
battered old jeep with more than a little difficulty
and quickly sped off toward the main road out of
town.
Hot wind ruffled Smith's salt and pepper hair and
beard as he raced down the blacktop highway. At 48 he
still had a good physique, but these expeditions were
beginning to take a toll on him as he aged.
Increasingly he felt tired. But he needed one last
spectacular archeological find to end his career and
really make his mark. If he found this tomb, that was
it, no more running over the Middle East. He was
going to retire alone to his study and write. He
sighed. The life of a field archaeologist was a
lonely one. He had never had the time to find the
right woman. Now it was probably too late.
The brilliant sun was sinking lower in the sky and
casting long shadows as he reached the turn off point
of what passed for a road to the old oasis. When he
got there, it turned out to be not much more than two
acres of palm trees and scrub with a spring in the
center. It appeared that he was first on the scene,
as there were no signs of any other vehicles, camels
or horses. Driving the jeep into some tall weeds, in
an effort to conceal it, he realized that it might be
futile. Even if nobody saw the jeep they might still
see the tire tracks. Nothing he could do about that.
Smith grabbed his pack and started heading south for
the third hill. Sand slowed his pace as he scaled the
slopes and slid down the other side. As he neared the
top of the third hill, he thought he heard something
on the wind. A voice? More like a moan.
Going to ground, he slowly began crawling the rest of
the way to the top and cautiously peered over the
edge.
"My God!" he whispered in shock. There, at the bottom
of the hill was the girl he had met in the market
place; at least he assumed it was her. She was
completely naked, lying on a blanket, the tips of the
fingers of her right hand delicately caressing the
labia over her clitoris.
Smith just stared transfixed for what seemed an
eternity at the fantastic vision not twenty feet
below him. She seemed completely unaware of his
presence. His eyes drank in every detail of the Arab
beauty leisurely pleasuring her self. She appeared to
be not much more than 21 or 22 and was quite petite,
maybe 5 foot 2. Her skin was of a light brown hue,
her tummy flat and firm and her breasts.her breasts
were perfect, firm and perky with the areolae forming
protruding cones that were capped by small hard
nipples.
All he could hear was her soft moans, carried by the
desert wind. He could feel the blood pounding in his
temples as he unashamedly gaped in lust and awe at
this pretty angel. His loins were stirring, his dick
already hard and pressing through his pants into the
sand beneath. When she opened her eyes and looked
directly at him, his heart leapt to his throat.
"Professor Smith" she cooed, "You are early. I have
been waiting for you."
He was dumb struck. What do you say to a nude Arab
beauty that has been pleasuring herself before your
very eyes for who knows how long?
"Uhh...uhh..yes," was all he was finally able to
stammer, his voice more of a frog's croak than a
human vocal instrument. "I didn't.uh.didn't mean to
interrupt."
"Oh, not at all" she replied as she slightly spread
her legs, the tip of her middle finger sliding lower
down her labia. "But I must tell you that if you want
me to take you to the tomb, there is a price."
"There is?" His mind raced, he hadn't bothered to
bring any money.
"Yes," she almost moaned, spreading her legs wider,
her delicate knees pointing toward the sky. "You must
pleasure me, first with your tongue my most eloquent
and esteemed professor."
Smith didn't have to think once, let alone twice, as
he slid down the hill toward the lovely naked girl.
"My name is Fatima," she smiled when he stood between
her ankles, her open pussy revealed in all its glory.
"Montana" he blurted, though she must already know
that. Throwing his hat and jacket into the desert
twilight he laid down beside her, his left hand
reaching out to gently cup and caress her right
breast.
"You're lovely," he whispered. Electric currents lit
up all his senses, as his fingertips thrilled to the
touch of her silky skin. Her fingers quickly found
and undid the buttons of his shirt, exposing his
smooth, almost hairless chest, which she began to
tenderly kiss. When he brought his lips to hers, he
found them incredibly soft, sensuous and yielding,
seeming to melt and merge into his own as they shared
their first kiss. His left hand seemed to assume a
life of its own as he caressed and explored the
little body of this young, naked, Arab beauty.
Kissing his way down her neck, to her firm young
breasts, his lips found their way to her left areola
and nipple. Worshipfully, he extended his lips around
it in long, slow, repeated kisses, even as he
caressed and gently squeezed her left tit. She moaned
with increased pleasure.
Never had he made love to a woman with areolae like
hers, a perfect complement to the rest of her perfect
body. For a long, long time he kissed and gently
sucked her breasts, his tongue running circles around
the nipple as it first hardened and then receded into
the swelling areola.
Gradually, his mouth engulfed more and more of her
breast in his mouth as he continued to gently suck.
He couldn't get enough of her tit in his mouth; he
wanted to swallow it all, whole.
After a long time, he felt her hands gently pushing
his head away from her breast and down towards her
tummy. He began kissing his way slowly down to her
cute little "innie" belly button. Lingering there for
a moment, he kissed and nuzzled his way into her
fine, soft pubic hair, her aroused woman scent
intoxicating him still further, his head beginning to
spin in a delicious dizzy joy of anticipation as his
tongue caressed and flicked its way around and down
her labia to the gates of paradise.
Opening his mouth wide he pressed his tongue flat and
broad against her opening, greedily lapping her
juices. He flicked the tip into her fuck hole to
drink more of her juices. Then he began slowly and
repeatedly licking his way up her slit to her clit,
his tongue pressed flat against her glorious pussy.
Licking, licking, licking, occasionally pausing to
lightly flick her clit which made her toss her head
insanely in pleasure, her shrieks of joy echoing into
the desert night beneath the brilliant stars.
On and on he pleasured her gently licking and eating
her pretty pussy until she grabbed his head and
lifting it up, gazed into his eyes with a wild animal
lustful abandon.
"Now!" she throatily called.
Montana rose to his knees, unbuckled his belt,
unzipped his trousers and placed the head of his
fully erect cock at the top of her clit. He began
rubbing the tip up and down her hot wet slit, over
and over, until she gently but firmly seized his
penis and guided it into her hot, wet fuck hole.
God she was tight! Hot, tight and juicy. He began
thrusting, slowly at first, but increasingly faster
as he abandoned himself to fucking this young naked
Arab beauty, intent only on planting his seed deep
within her unprotected womb.
On and on he fucked her, pumping her fast then slow,
fast then slow, his mind only half believing that he
really had his tool buried in this beautiful Arab
girl writhing in ecstasy beneath him.
Finally, he couldn't contain himself any longer and
with an animal grunt he exploded inside her, his cum
splattering, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud in
multiple contractions against her pussy walls,
pumping her sweet little pussy full of his white hot
sperm.
His dick still buried to the hilt inside her he
kissed her passionately and repeatedly until his
hard-on finally subsided, grew limp and gradually
slipped from the gates of paradise.
He held her gently in his arms, totally at peace, at
one with her, the night, the stars and the desert.
The stars shone brilliantly, casting shadows in the
clear night air as a gentle breeze caressed and
cooled the lovers. For a long time he just sighed and
held her, lost in the beauty of the moment and their
union under the Milky Way.
Then, ever so slowly a doubt of uncertainty crept
from the inner most recesses of his mind into his
consciousness. Finally, he summoned the courage to
speak.
"Who are you with, Fatima? Surely not Mohammed's
Will?"
"You really don't remember me, do you?" she sighed.
Ashamedly, he gazed into her eyes, until it struck
him.
"Of course! Fatima! You were in the archaeology class
that I taught at Harvard as a guest lecturer last
year! My God! You were an ace student. Third row,
second from the left. You.you. you look so
different."
"People generally do without their clothes on," she
smiled wryly. "I had a crush on you, but you hardly
even noticed me, you were so serious."
"I did notice you and found you extremely attractive
but I made it a point not to get involved with my
students."
"Are you involved now?"
Gently, taking her tiny hand in his, he caressed the
top of hers with his lips.
"Very much so, very, very much. I've fallen head over
heels in love with you."
She beamed a gorgeous dimpled grin and grabbed his
head, pulling his lips to hers once more in a long
open mouthed kiss of intertwining tongues.
But there was something that they had both forgotten
in their passion that now bubbled up to the surface
of his mind.
"Uhh.Fatima" he hesitantly ventured, though it pained
him to again spoil the mood of afterglow, with this
exotic beauty snuggled against him in his arms, "I
hate to bring this up, but can you still take me to
the tomb?"
She laughed softly and pressed herself closer against
his chest, her firm young breasts once again sending
electrical sparks through his skin, down his spine
and into his loins.
"There is no tomb. It is only a legend. Foreigners
are always looking to find our national treasure. But
it doesn't exist."
He knew she was wrong about the treasure. It did
exist. He had just found it. Smiling, they resumed
kissing. Maybe the local university had an opening in
the archaeology department.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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