Chapter 7

Misty stared at his dark face, her mouth dropping open. Her eyes were wide and she knew she couldn't have heard this young man right. She shook her head.

"I'm not sure you understand what you just said," she blurted. "You must be having trouble with the language."

"Not at alL It is just that where I come from we students have very direct ways when it comes to foreign woman. You see, we are very restricted at home. So when we are abroad we are quick to take advantage of our new freedom, away from all of our somewhat restricting laws. Do you understand?"

Misty bristled, feeling her breasts tighten. "I understand, all right. So you think you can come up to any American girl and she'll go to bed with you just because you ask. Well, you're crazy, mister Saudi... whatever your name is."

"Ali," he repeated, suddenly shy and ashamed, to judge from his look. "I am so sorry. If I intruded, I did not mean to be so bold. I shall leave now and please accept my most humble apologies."

He got to his feet, a finely built man perhaps in his late twenties. He had a beautiful brown body, broad shoulders, a flat belly, long muscular legs. She thought about those legs being between her own. He raised his arms, ready to dive back into the ocean and out of her life.

"Ah!" she blurted as he leaned forward. He caught his balance and looked down at her. "It's all right. I'm sure you just don't understand our customs."

He again sat at her feet, his eyes wandering up and down her lovely body. He smiled, his head tilting. "But, my pretty lady, I do understand your customs very well. It is simply that we do not have much time and we are very direct. I told you. I might add, that it often is wise to be direct. It cuts through a great deal of what you call red tape."

Misty could only blink at him, knowing what his next question was going to be. He did not surprise her.

"So, my pretty one, do you want to fuck with me?"

"This is insane," she cried. "If I say no, you're gone. If I say yes, I'm an easy slut."

His dark head shook. "No, you are not a slut. You are a beautiful woman and I can tell you are a woman of intellectual quality." He touched her knee, sending a shiver up into her body. "I am the one who is forced to rush things. Forgive me, but you may answer in all confidence that our adventures shall be discreet-if we have any adventures at all."

Misty still thought it was insane, and not very damned fair. She had to open up to him right away-before he even asked her name-or have him kiss her off. Damned foreigners. What was the big rush, anyhow? She knew what the rush was. All of the Arabs felt they were living on borrowed time and the students abroad knew they would be called home at any time a crisis developed in their native lands.

She sighed and found she was nodding at him. This really was crazy. "Very well, Ali, We can do as you wish."

His eyes lighted. "Indeed, this is true? I am overwhelmed at your generosity!"

"I'm not giving you another oil well," she snapped. "I'm agreeing to make love with you. Stop thanking me as though we're making a transfer of property."

"Of course, my pretty lady."

He suddenly became smoother than ever and she realized he was an expert in what he was going to do. He crawled across the raft to her, bracing himself against its gentle motion. As he looked down into her breasts and her crotch he smiled.

"Very pure. We enjoy your kind." He pursed his lips. "Perhaps I take you home with me."

"And perhaps you don't," she snapped. She was turning off now, feeling like chattel. "Let's call the whole thing off, Ali. Your technique doesn't exactly make me feel like I'm the most precious in the oil field."

"He didn't say another word. Instead he placed his hands on her shoulders, pulled her forward so that he could reach behind her neck, and then he was untying the bikini bow under her hair. The top of her bikini flopped down, and when he opened the catch at the middle of her back, it fluttered to the deck.

She looked down at her golden breasts and at the pink nipples. Then she looked at his chest, at his nipples, which were a sort of bluish brown. He was staring at her breasts, his mouth slightly open.

"Ah, you are so fair, so rare in my native country," he purred. He leaned his face into her breasts to kiss a nipple. Misty angled her face up toward the sun, loving its heat and loving the touch on her bud. Without thinking, her hand strayed up his knee to his crotch, where she fumbled across his bathing trunks until she came to his cock.

Ali might have been a man from a distant land, but he didn't have any trouble getting up a hard-on that the all-American girl would understand. He was like a rock, really up there, bulging against his suit. She was sliding the zipper at his hip and opening a imagine brass button. The suit peeled away from his hip and whiter skin leaped into view. So, part of his darkness was from the sun.

As she touched his body his teeth closed down over her nipple with a jerk of reaction, hurting her so that she jumped. He lifted his head at once. "I am so sorry, my fair lady."

"Don't worry about it," she said immediately. "It's just a nice tingle, you understand? I'm just a bit new at this type of game."

"Ah, so, I am even more honored."

He kissed her other nipple. Then he was sliding a bow open at her hip and then at her other hip. The bottom half of her bikini fell away and, abruptly, Misty was totally naked before this stranger. He leaned back, his eyes drinking her in. She knew she looked good to him, just as he looked awfully good to her. He got up on his knees so that he could jerk down his trunks and toss them aside.

Now they both were naked, confronting one another on the bobbing raft. Misty giggled. "Suppose someone comes?"

He shrugged. "So we are caught. Are you not willing to assume the risk?"

She sighed, her fingers touching his large blue prick. "I am willing to assume the risk," she repeated.

He nodded as he grasped her by the hips. He began to push and shove at her, arranging her to the precise position he seemed to want. He got Misty up on her hands and knees, so that she was presenting her ass to him. She looked back over her shoulder, feeling like a cow about to be mounted by a bull in a pasture.

He smiled as he patted her bottom. "Such a nice rear quarters you have, my dear," he said.

She made a face. "We call it an ass here, AIL You might try to learn that."

He didn't reply. Instead, he spread her knees and came up against her bottom, getting his legs between hers. She felt his prick rake across her ass and she held her breath. God, what was he going to do, give it to her up the ass? She didn't know about that sort of an arrangement. She'd heard about it, but she didn't like the sound of it one little bit.

No, he didn't do that. Instead he slipped his prick between her legs, below her bung, and then he found her golden pussy. His knob slipped easily into the hole and Misty was marveling at how quickly he'd gotten himself halfway up into her body. Perhaps the animals had something going for them. r

He rested his hands on the cheeks of her bottom. "Is it going all right? No hurt?" he asked. "Going all right," she replied. "No hurt." He chuckled and then he gave a small gasp of effort and pleasure as he sank several more inches into her pussy. She propped herself on the heels of her hands, shoving her ass back to meet his thrusts as he began to slide his body more firmly against hers.

Soon he was fully seated. He paused, seemed to collect himself, and then he began his rhythm. He banged his crotch against her body, propelling his prick in and out of her ass with a rhythm that was certain to be effective. Soon she was meeting him smoothly and they were in business, going at it with their juices flowing, their bodies well oiled and working like an efficient machine.

Soon she felt his final swelling and she waited for the blast that was certain to come. He surprised her then. Indeed, he shocked her. Just as she expected him to come, he pulled his long, stiff, dripping cock out of her body.

Misty looked over her shoulder, seeing the dripping thing still about to go off. "What the hell is this?" she rasped, "another Middle East custom? Get that thing back where it belongs. You're not going to frustrate me, you Arab bastard."

He snapped his eyes at her and then, incredibly, he was snapping his fingers, giving orders like a corporate sheik. "Promptly, on your back, my lady. On your back and lie flat, if you please."

Misty figured he was going to fuck her the usual way, so she lay down at once, not caring if the sun were in her eyes. She reached for him, but he slapped her hands away. He made her lace her ringers behind her head and straighten out her legs so that he had fully exposed her body.

Still Misty waited for him. Then he was lowering himself over her, his prick still dripping and looking like a sizzling stick of dynamite, ready to explode. He was too high and, when she tried to shift under him, he made her he still. Then his body was on hers, face to face, but high up so that the head of his cock was under her breasts, pointed at her chin.

"What the hell...? " she blurted, but he placed his finger over her lips.

Then he wiggled into position, held her breasts apart so that he could slip his hard cock up between them, and then he lay on her, crushing her breasts against his belly and around his shaft. Misty at last began to get the point, especially when he started to ease himself up and down on her body. She tried to help by moving in the opposite rhythm so that they were regaining their piston action.

She felt his cock expand, begin to leak some fluid and then, as he gasped and stiffened, his entire body like a piece of pipe, he went off. She felt the hot surge zoom up between her breasts, rip through the top and shoot up her throat to splatter against the bottom of her chin.

He shot against her chin again, and again, and yet again as he expended himself, his body shuddering, driving forward as he braced his toes against the rough deck of the raft and propelled himself like a torpedo. He kept shooting for more than a minute and Misty began to wonder when he'd had his last piece of ass.

At last he was finished and his cock began to soften. He eased his body from her, rolling to his back at her side. She lay quietly, feeling the come slowly drip around the side of her neck and dribble down on the deck. She turned her head to look at his closed eyes and his now serene profile, smiling up into the sun.

"So, it worked good?" she said.

He nodded. "Very good. Excellent. You are a wonder woman."

She moved her hand until it touched his. "Don't you think it's my turn now?"

He turned his head, looking into her face. "Your turn? I do not understand."

"You got your rocks off. What about me? I need satisfaction, too. After all, I'm a normal woman with the usual womanly desires."

He blinked. "But I am satiated, my dear. I am finished. I am twenty-eight years old. I am not the eighteen-year-old youth at the height of his powers."

Misty felt her lower lip start to quiver in shame and frustration. "You seemed pretty potent to me, Ah. Come on, you've got to do something. You have hands, a mouth, something."

He smiled at her. "Oh, I see, you think I am like your American Navy men, that I will-how you say?-love 'em and leave 'em."

She stuck out her shaky lower lip. "You're beginning to sound that way."

He stroked the side of her face with his fingers. "Do not fret, my lady. I am saving the best for you for later. I wish to call for you, to take you to dinner this evening. Perhaps someplace where we may dance. Would you like that? Then, when you wish, we shall fuck again and this time, I promise you, you will not be denied your total pleasure."

Misty quickly looked away. He was asking her out to dinner. It sounded imagine. Well, her folks would have to know about it, but there was no reason they would turn her down. They weren't so naive that they distrusted all foreigners. She made herself smile.

"Why, that sounds very nice."

He stroked her cheek again and then he rolled on his side, his dripping cock oozing jizz on her thigh, and he kissed her lightly on the mouth. "Where do you make your home?"

"At 3332 Elm Street," she replied. "Just a few blocks from here."

"I will find it," he murmured, kissing her again. "Until eight o'clock then."

She nodded as he sat up, pulled on his trunks, zipped them and then arced his body into the water without looking back at her. He was gone and, after a few minutes, Misty began to wonder if she'd only dreamed it all. Lord, he hadn't even asked her name.

She got up, wiggled her body into her suit and then she dived in. She swam quickly toward shore, and just in time, because she passed a couple of swimmers-man and woman-who said they were heading for the raft. She ran across the hot sand and wrapped herself in her big towel. She rubbed her body until it glowed and then she picked up her things and began to walk toward the steps up to the street.

"Hi."

She turned, squinting into the sun. It was Carl, looking more like a string bean than ever in his baggy boxer trunks suit.

"Oh, hi," she replied.

"Uh, I wondered if you'd be down here. I had a good time with... I mean, I had a good time at your house this morning. I wondered what you were gonna be doing tonight."

Misty smiled, suddenly feeling far superior to this teen-aged American oaf. She lifted her chin. "I have plans for tonight, thank you. Dinner plans. And I don't expect to be home until late. I'm so sorry."

He seemed crushed and, at once, she was sorry. She touched his arm. "Hey, Carl. I didn't mean to put you down...."

"like hell you didn't," he snapped. "So you've got a date. Just tell me you can't go out with me. Don't rub it in. I know when I'm out of my league. Hell, why should I expect that a dream-boat like you would do anything with me? You probably don't even want to be seen in public with me. I can understand all that."

Misty grasped his hand, pulling .him back when he turned to walk away. "But you don't understand. I'm just being bitchy, but I have no right. Not after what we did this morning."

He smiled. "All right, so make it up to me."

Misty sighed, looked around. She pulled him behind a large mound of sand. There she spread her towel. She sat down and pulled half of the towel over their bodies as he sat down close to her. Their shoulders rubbed together. "You know this is childish," she snapped.

"Just a feel and it'll be all right," he said. "We can do more later."

"I told you, not tonight. Really later. like tomorrow, or some other time."

He licked his lips as she pulled down the bottom of her bikini and she was disgusted with herself for becoming excited at the prospect of his hands touching her on the cunt. She felt her juices heat up and start to flow as she got the bikini bottom down to her knees, its bows again untied. He watched her closely as she worked.

When she had the bikini bottoms down she looked around. They were out of sight of everyone and half covered. It seemed to be safe enough to proceed. She glanced at her cunt, which was still damp and salty from the ocean, very fresh, so that the musky odor had been chased away.

She shuddered, ready for him to do the things he wanted to do. "I feel like a damned fool," she muttered.

"You didn't feel so foolish this morning," he said to her.

"Things have happened since then." When he raised his eyebrows, she continued, "Things that are none of your business."

She pointed to her crotch. "All right, at least you can't accuse me of snubbing you. Help yourself to whatever turns you on."

He plunged his hands straight into Misty's box, his fingers working, tangling themselves in her hairs. She closed her eyes as she trembled. This was really sick, but she did love her sex, wherever it might come from. He pulled at her lips, spreading them. Then he was leaning over her, kissing her belly button and working his way down until he was shoving his nose through her hairs.

Her hand came to his head and she patted it gently, actually wanted to press it hard all the way up her pussy to make him drink. She shuddered again as he began to trigger some of her firing buttons. She knew that, since she still was so hot from what Ah had done to her, she'd soon be going off.

He wormed his nose back and forth and, sure enough, in another minute she was approaching her peak. She felt her cunt lips close over his face like the folds of a small purse, drawing him in and almost suffocating him. Rasping, he managed to get enough air as he gobbled at her, his tongue out now, swishing around, lapping at her most tender places. He found her button and his tongue raked it strongly several times.

"Oh...."Misty cried.

Then she grappled with his hair, grasping handfuls of it and hanging on as a great convulsion rippled through her, making even her toes tingle. She came again, gasping, squirming her ass against the hot sand until she was making herself a comfortable hole.

His tongue lashed at her, lapping as her juices came sliding down from deep in her body. Now the scent of musk filled their little tent and she was consumed by her orgasm. She wiggled on, her hands reaching for him, opening his striped trunks and groping until she found his prick.

It was up and hard, ready to go. Well, she didn't have time to go at it the conventional way, so she began to stroke him very rapidly. She worked like a rabbit, her arm and fist almost a blur as she worked at his hot flesh, jacking him off as rapidly as she could.

His eyes bugged and he gasped. "Golly, I'm all ready to come," he blurted.

"That's the idea," Misty replied as she finished her own orgasm and was able to give him her full attention. At last she felt his knob begin to shudder and it grew even larger. Then he was going off, spouting his milk, shooting across her towel and onto the sand. She watched the jizz flow from his prick, totally fascinated. It was really something to actually see the milk pouring from a man's dick.

His spurts began to slow and finally there was nothing more than a dribble. She tucked his softening pecker back inside his trunks and zipped him closed.

Then she looked into his face, smiling. "That was very nice, wasn't it?" she purred, suddenly feeling very gentle toward her trusting neighbor.

He nodded. "I want to do it again."

"Later," she replied as she worked on her bikini bottoms, pulling them up and again tying the bows at her hips. "I told you, I'm busy tonight."

She threw back the towel, got up and, smiling down at him, she tossed off a salute. But her mind was looking ahead to her evening with Ali.