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By *eastJr OP Man 45 weeks ago
London |
Wrapping the towel around my waist, brushing my teeth, and my hair still dripping. There is still some time before it is 8. Menna mentioned that Sara and Sami didn't leave the home yet. I should still have some time. The door bell rang, couple of times, as if someone was in rush. I washed my mouth and face and went down the stairs.
I opened the door, and Menna was standing there, wearing incredibly tight jeans and a beautiful white shirt, a white/blue/grey headscarf (hijab), it was tight, not letting any hair visible. However the light coming from the street made her shirt almost transparent, she was wearing peachy bra. I stepped aside leaving enough space for her to get in, she looked around hesitantly, she wanted to make sure nobody would spot her entering my house, which will become a very beautiful habit in the future. She unnecessarily squeezed herbody aginst mine even though the space was given. I took the chance, wrapped my arm against her waist, pulled her suddenly against my torso. Her back is glued to my chest, my other hand wrapped around her neck over the hijab. "Close the door, close the door" she said in panic. I let it open for a second smiling before she pushed it harshly closing it. "Are you crazy?" she looked back at me mad. I whispered, "if you are in here, I don't give a fuck what anyone would say, if Sami was here, I would tie him to the table while we have dinner". She was shocked by my answer and took a second to accept how forward I was.
I forced her to face me by my hand around her neck and placed my lips against hers, a deep kiss, a juicy vibrant kiss. Her body was pushing against mine, her movement was embedded with mine. Menna is mine. This will be a life connection, a connection that I still enjoy till today. "May I be forward?" I asked as I pulled from the kiss. She was panting, nodding. "Should I be polite and serve dinner, or should I be honest?", she looked into my eyes trying to read them, "honest, hunny". "I can wait for food, but I can't wait another minute before having you". She blushed, looked away smiling, "whatever you prefer" she followed up. I let her turn around to face me, and hugged her tight as I engaged in another long kiss, my hands found their way to her ass, juicy, filled, and amazing to squeeze. I was thinking, if I can wait to get to the bedroom or if we should settle in the bedroom. Her phone peeped, she broke the kiss, looked at the phone, half angry half amused, and then showed me the text. It was from Sara, "Enjoy Mommy Xoxo". I giggled laughing as Menna was embaressed yet enjoying it. She mumbled few words, I caught the last couple of them, "el sharmoota el mtnaka alelat el rebaya". As much I try to translate that softly for you my sweet reader, it would sound very harsh, but it is just the Egyptian way of being cute and offensive at the same time. I know, by now, I speak Arabic on a beginner level. Thanks to Sara, Menna, Kadija and others. She placed her phone on the shoes cabinets, and looked back at me, "will you tell me what's going between you two?", I played innocent and asked, "Do you really want to waste our time on Sara now?", she nodded in agreement. Menna was jumping between several ropes, the worried mom, the housewife, and the playful slut. She was trying to find that fire to make it glow. She turned around and playfully hit my towel (accidentally) and continued walking into the living room, I smiled as I followed her, leaving my towel fallen even though she didn't notice yet. I was walking behind that hijabi lady into my living room, absolutely naked, my cock was hanging almost fully erected, and I wanted to do one thing, to fuck her until she realises that she can't live without me. She looked back payinga compliment "You have a lovely home", and she froze again looking at my body, from head to toe, she took het time scanning me, and looking away every now and then in embarrassment, I maintained my eye contact, wrapped my fingers around my cock, smiling devilishly, "Appetizers?".
(If you want to know what does the cursing sentence mean, ask me in DMs). |
hopefully this part won't be over taken like the last few parts has been
