1. Matilda in the sand


    Date: 12/25/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: magentalips, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    It’s cool in the bazaar. Over the years and even centuries, layers of desert sand have been shaped by hand to make the domed roofs and the thick walls, so that generations of sellers and buyers could trade in the cave coolness of the market labyrinth. Matilda savours the sound of the call to prayer coming amplified from high on an unseen minaret. It’s Friday. The beautiful mosques will soon be crowded. She has arrived, at last, and she is not going to leave in a hurry. Ah, Le Maroc. Matilda has been religiously saving her unemployment payments for months for this once-in-a-life-time trip. And now she is here, actually walking in the scenes of The Sheltering Sky that she has watched countless times in her little attic in Germany. Already she feels right out of place. With her Munich shades on, her curly red hair flying in the brilliant sun and her tight-fitting light trousers, she is standing out like a tourist just coming off a cruise ship, that she can never afford to be on. She already physically feels the caresses of the stares of men huddling in the cafes on her bottom that the tight pants are designed to show off and do. It feels like a dozen dusty hands are fondling her at once all over. Not that she is complaining. This is clearly not the place to show off your bottom, or your boobs, Matilda realises. A welcome of noises and spice aroma envelop her as she slips into the shades of the bazaar away from the sun and the choking dust outside. Then she saw immediately what ...
    she wanted: a little dark store selling burkas, the tent-like traditional dress that Muslim women wear to completely hide their sexuality. The older woman seller looks strangely when Matilda points to a pure black burka made from lighter fabric that should be cooler. She is even more astonished that Matilda wants to try it on there and then. When Matilda insists, the seller leads her to a cramped room at the back full of other cloth and a dusty full mirror. Losing no time to shed her sweaty travel gear, Matilda soon presents a spectacular figure of brilliant white flesh glowing naked in the gloom of the mirror. Her copper hair curls on her head and short blond ones between her legs shine forth as if lit from within. The young woman takes moments to savour this delectable freckled body that she is already to show to the world. The burka slips over her naked body like night falling over day. The cool fabric tingles her body skin and she feels free. With the black embroidered hood slipped on, leaving only a narrow slit for her eyes, Matilda feels anonymous and native. Her practiced hand is now grabs between her legs. She wonders whether Muslim women are usually naked under their burka and whether they might do what she is doing. As she is about to begin, a clear reflection of two men, one older and bald, the other younger, appears in the mirror. The men are framed in a nearby window at the back. How long have they been there? With her clothes and backpack hidden in a local woven ...
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