The ship the Oasis the Book the Slave Part III
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For a couple of years I worked in the “Magic Kingdom”, by that I don’t mean Disney! Anyone who has spent time working as an expatriate in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia knows that expression. The Kingdom is a very unusual place to work and live, particularly for a single man or woman from the west. Society is very stratified by nationality and very separated for men and women. Unless you were married, you generally lived in a gender-specific compound. Hence, gender interaction in open society is very limited.
The rules and laws in KSA are very rigid and definitive... some may say harsh, but I will say it felt like one of the safest places I have ever lived. Crime was very low because the punishments were harsh and swift. You could walk down the street with a grocery bag full of money and feel safe.
I spent more than two years there working on the development of a new city. My work took a great deal of time and energy out of me, and the heat zapped the rest.
My first six months there were gruesome. I was playing tennis every other night and I was running or swimming on the weekends. I dropped about ten kilograms and was probably in the best shape of my life.
The downside was women... or the lack of interaction with them. As society separates women from men arranged marriages were the norm for many Saudi couples. It goes without saying that no Saudi woman would ever be allowed to marry a western Christian man. So Saudi women, as beautiful as many are... were absolutely off-limits.
Granted there were a ton of expats, men mostly and very few women, but interaction between men and women there was still a taboo.
There was a large expatriate subculture of parties and events in which men and women could meet, but sadly parties were rather infrequent, and you needed connections to get invited.
Public interaction, even of the most casual nature was forbidden. Even for a western woman it would be risky to speak to any man other than her husband, father or brother. So the lack of female presence tended to heighten any interaction.
Since, in my field, no women worked in an engineering firm the mere sound of a woman’s voice in the office tended to have men’s heads popping up in cubicles like a whack-a-mole game.
One afternoon I was strolling in a shopping mall and saw a western woman, all scarfed and cloaked in an abaya... and as she walked by she whispered, “Hello.” and I got instant wood!
Now there is a huge expatriate population in KSA, something like 40 percent of the county’s population. So lots of people go there to travel, earn a good wage and stay for a year or two. Of that expatriate population, a majority of the women are nurses. Let me tell you these nurses weren’t shy. At my first party, one woman walked up to me and introduced herself by grabbing my cock through my jeans.
I asked, “Are you finding anything you like?”
She replied, “I was just window shopping for a friend, but I like the merchandise.”
There is a huge difference in the quantity of men and women expats in KSA. It was something like twenty men to every woman. So even the least socially and physically gifted wall flower got to be the belle of the ball so to speak, having her pick of men.
After six months in country I had about three weeks vacation and holiday time accrued and an air ticket to spend. At the time the flight route was through London’s Heathrow airport to my home town, Chicago. So I booked a business class flight from RUH to ORD through London Heathrow. That’s a long ass flight and has about a six-hour layover in London. Too short a time to really get into London, but a relaxing break being off the plane.
Then British Airlines had an area called the Oasis lounge for first and business class passengers transiting between the Middle East and North America. This lounge had good food, an excellent bar and a quiet room filled with sofas and recliners for those wishing to sleep. It also had my favorite thing... private showers. For me, there is nothing I enjoy as much as a shower after a night spent on a plane.
Preparing for my trip back I packed my big bag for check-in and a smaller carry-on for my laptop and a layover change of clothes. I took a taxi out to King Khalid International and checked in for my late night flight. As I did, I noticed a sweet face and what I imagined was a nice figure wrapped in a scarf and an abaya. When she spoke I heard perfect English with a North American accent. My first thought was I hope she’s on my flight!
After completing my check-in I looked around and she was nowhere to be found.
I will admit, with just the sight of a sweet face I was quickly stirring the long pole in the tent!
After going through customs and immigration, the atmosphere changed. There were no Wahhabi to enforce religious mandates about interaction or even alcohol. So I strolled up to the bar and got a soft drink. The whole subtext of the area just seemed to unwind.
Shortly thereafter they called for boarding the flight. Imagine my pleasant surprise when I got in line and in front of me I saw that woman with that cute smile. As we waited in line to board on the jetway, I muttered something about being glad to get out of the magic kingdom for a while. She turned and asked how long I’d been in country. I told her it’d been six long months. She said, “Try a year”. I’d been trumped, so I extended my sympathies.
I asked her where she was headed and she told me Toronto. She and I started the slow stroll forward with the line, and we were getting to the door of the plane. I expected her to turn right to coach but she turned left and she ended up across the way, in the aisle seat while I was in the window seat on the other side. So we started talking about where we lived and worked in Riyadh. She told me she was a nurse at King Faisal Hospital. Which was not far from my office. I asked if she knew a couple of nurses my friends knew. As it turned out we had mutual friends. At that point I introduced myself and she told me her name was Fiona.
About that time an older woman who had the seat next to me, and an Arab man who had the window seat next to Fiona arrived. The man moved into his seat and the woman noticed Fiona and I were chatting and offered to exchange aisle seats with her. Fiona accepted. That brought a smile to my face and we all took our seats. The flight attendant came by and offered us all drinks as the rest of the plane filled up.
Then just before we had to buckle up Fiona went to the restroom and came back without her scarf and abaya. And what a stunning little figure she had! She had a tight waist and a little low slung ass that had a cute little heart shape and a nice bust to match. Turns out her face was framed by a little blonde bob that caught me by surprise!
She looked at me and noticed I seemed stunned. Her only comment was that I obviously didn’t see many blondes in Riyadh. All I could stumble out was “I like”!
She smiled, assured that she had my undivided attention.
As the plane rolled from the gate we continued our conversation, but things seemed a little more tense. Then as the plane made the turn for the runway and started accelerating she grabbed my wrist on the seat divider and started squeezing. I looked at her and she was as white as a sheet. I asked if she was afraid of flying. Her response: “Terrified!”
So as the plane lifted off things got a little better. Her color came back but she held my wrists till we leveled out, and she released me only to find she dug her nails in enough to make me bleed. She was so apologetic and asked, "Why didn't you say something?"
I told her, "It was the first time a woman touched me in almost six months, and I kind of liked it!" She laughed. Then I whispered to her, "I’d prefer it if you were digging your nails into my back!" She gave me a smile that went from sweet to wickedly sexy in an instant!
So if you have flown internationally you know the first thing the airline does on a long flight is serve drinks and then feed you. That way you sleep and the crew gets to relax. So as we ate I learned a lot more about Fiona while throwing out not so subtle sexual innuendos. She was single as was I. It seems no one in their right mind brings a family to the Middle East!
Neither of us had been married or had any kids. As a nurse she was well educated, and the more I knew about her the more I liked her flirty style. I asked what brought her to KSA. She told me that about a year before she had been on the verge of her wedding when she, as she put it, “Caught her fiancé FUCKING her sister”. At that point, she wanted distance from both him and her sister. So she took a job offer in Saudi.
I asked what it was like to be a single woman in Saudi. She said at first it was overwhelming with the restrictions and attention of so many men. Then, and I’ll quote her as, ”Too much chaff and too little wheat.”
That late night flight was to arrive in London just before dawn, so after dinner the flight attendant came around with blankets. Fiona asked if we could share. Why would I even think of saying no? So the cabin lights dimmed way down and she leaned over onto my shoulders and she snuggled under the blanket with me. Her hair had a wonderful fragrance and I drifted off to sleep.
A couple of hours later I was having a wonderful dream and awoke hard as a rock, finding Fiona’s hand resting on my swollen cock. She wasn’t really stroking it as much as just had her hand wrapped around the shaft through my jeans. My assumption was she was asleep and her hand just gravitated to a warm spot. But as I moved my head she slowly began to massage the shaft through my jeans. As she did, I massaged her back and noticed no bra, which led to finding her breasts were full, firm with nips that we’re reaching out to me. The more I explored the more she stroked.
At some point she raised the arm between the seats and snuggled up on my lap. She adjusted the blanket to cover both of us, and went back to work making me throb. Before long I felt her begin to work the zipper under the blanket then she pulled the shaft out and began a slow teasing blowjob that felt wonderful. Meanwhile, I massaged her breasts and familiarized myself with those nipples. I’d hear an ever so soft moan as she sucked me and I squeezed those nipples.
I started sliding a hand down between her legs and she parted her legs a bit. Those jeans were hot and damp, her hips began thrusting and I was getting close. A couple of deep thrusts in her throat and I was ready to blow, and she could feel it cumming. So I just let go. After no attention other than my own for six months, it didn’t take much I’ll admit, but it was ever so much appreciated. Then Fiona did a fine job of cleaning and reassembling. After that I pulled her up more into my lap and whispered, “They will start serving breakfast shortly but I’m going to have you for dessert once we get on the ground.”
Until breakfast started being served I continued to tease her first through her pants, then she unsnapped them and I slipped a hand down the top of her jeans. I could tell she had on a pair of sweet silk panties and to my delight she was smooth underneath. As I slid my hand lower her labia was clearly swollen and hot. I leaned down to kiss her and our tongues and my fingers were exploring. Parting her lips I glided along her soaked pussy. There was a soft moan as I pushed a finger deep.
As she started pushing her hips, I started rolling circles on that little clit. Before long she closed her eyes and I felt her go rigid as a little orgasm rocked her. A few moments later her eyes opened and she let out a deep breath.
After a quick breakfast the plane started its descent and Fiona’s fear resurfaced. She held my hand through the landing. It was a smooth, skilled landing and most of the passengers applauded once we touched down. That seems to be a European thing to applaud the pilot.
Once on the ground I gathered my carry-on and she hers, then we headed through immigration/customs and into the terminal. I asked what time her flight was to Toronto. Turns out she had about five hours. My flight to Chicago was about an hour later. So I suggested we head to the Oasis lounge.
After we checked into the lounge I took Fiona by the hand and discreetly led her to the private shower area. We grabbed a couple of towels and stealthily snuck both of us into one of the shower compartments. The space was about the size of a standard residential bathroom, outfitted with a granite lavatory counter, a shower and a water closet. After leading her in I pulled her into a kiss and an embrace that lasted till we started peeling clothes off. Clothes were flying and hands were everywhere. I was so hot to see her naked I thought I was going to burst like a teen.
As we started I suggested we should keep quiet since we didn’t want to get asked to leave... then I took it upon myself to try to make it impossible for her to stay silent!
As we kissed I lifted her to the counter and pushed her to lean back as I spread her knees. I whispered, “Here’s the one I owe you.“ as I started kissing my way up her thighs. I took particular delight in taking my time to tease her lips with gentle licks before I delved through the delicate slit.
Dipping my tongue deep, I heard a quiet moan as I probed the well of happiness! Her hands began to want to take control of my head but I took her wrists and looked up to her face and whispered, “Be patient!”
Then I began to flick and suck on her clit with the intention to bring her to the edge and to then let her down slowly, and start again. A couple of cycles of that and she had her knees over my shoulders and her weight on her hands and was thrusting that pussy in my face. Then with a deep moan she shivered and drenched my face.
As I stood, I pulled her to the edge of the counter and in a smooth thrust I pulled her on my cock. She let out a moan that you would have thought could be easily heard.
I was dying to fuck her hard and that moan sent me into overdrive, I guided my cock into her waiting swollen pussy and began long slow thrusts building to pounding deep fuck. My balls were slapping against the cold stone and her warm pussy! Shortly she was on the verge of cumming, as was I. We kissed as I plunged as deep as I could go and filled her with my load.
After we came down off an orgasmic high we stepped into the shower and kissed and caressed and soaped each other until I was sporting another hard on. At which point she knelt and began to tease the head of my cock with her tongue and my balls with her nails. While I was enjoying being teased there is only so much I can take before... I take control and get what I want!
I told her, “Don’t tease too much little girl. You might get more than you planned!”
Then I gently tried to pull her up so I could fuck her again. But she was enjoying the control.
Another couple of minutes and I had had all I could take of her edging me, and I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up and spun her around. Her petite frame weighed little and pushing her over the counter was no effort. As she tried to spin back around she earned a slap on the ass as I pressed her over the counter, her breasts on that cold stone. Then taking her wrists I led her manicured hands to spread her pussy as my cock hovered in anticipation.
I did take the time to taste that delicious fresh pussy and wind her up a bit by tonguing her pussy as well as to suck her clit a little. Then it was time to place my hands on her hips and push balls deep in one hard thrust. She was up against the counter and had nowhere to go, so each thrust hit her cervix. Her clit was rubbing the counter and each thrust elicited moans that were growing with each moment. Then she tensed and came. But I pulled out to let her take a break still holding her wrists, as I positioned my cock at her little ass.
As I pushed in she said, “Anal orgasms are the best “. So I eased in gently at first, her ass was so tight. Once in, she looked back and moaned, “Give it to me baby!” and I gave her another ass slap which generated a yelp. That combined with me pounding that sweet ass for all I was worth, and had her quickly screaming as she came! That was enough to warrant a rap on the door.
I heard the attendant outside ask, “Is everything all right in there?”
“Never better!” came her answer with a giggle. Thank goodness for the Oasis to quench a dry spell!
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