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POOL PARTY... MAKİNG WİFE HOOOT FOR EXTRAMARİTAL SEX THOUGHTS...

The Pool Party
"Dearest, are you sure I have to wear a
swimsuit at the party?" I could not believe
Akbar expected me to dress in a mere
handkerchief to the party that night.
"Of course, dear," he replied, "I am sure
you do not want to look really out of
place." I had not looked out of place at any
of the other events since coming to Saudi,
and his statement did not make the least
bit of sense to me.
"But this is Saudi and not the kind of dress
that the locals permit," I was adamant too.
"I know that, but we are in an expatriate
compound and may as well be somewhere
in Western Europe as far as local laws
apply," he answered, leaving me wondering
why he was so keen on my being relatively
unclothed.
I was not yet twenty when I had married
Akbar; he was moving to Saudi, right after
my graduation from college in the US for
the start of his first real management job. I
was a typical Pakistani girl, from a
conservative Peshawar-based Pathan
family, but thankfully the kind that believed
in getting me the best of education
available in the city. He was from
Islamabad, which though not the universal
centre of liberty is Paris compared to
Peshawar. Despite pressures from home,
we had decided to hold off on having kids
till we were at least financially
independent. I was as virginal as could be
when we were hitched. Akbar had spent
some time in college in the US and I could
not really vouch for his being uninitiated.
Smartly, however, he had never mentioned
any past trysts to me or anyone else I knew.
Despite my conservative values, we did
have a marvellous sex life? In bed Akbar
was wonderful and considerate. I had often
thanked my aunts for arranging this match,
given that I could have easily have been
tied to some feudal Pathan lord who would
have used my body and kept me in
isolation in some village mansion. I
enjoyed the feeling of his cock inside my
vagina. All the same I did find his odd
requests for anal or oral sex a bit
disquieting. Though agreeing to anal
intercourse on occasion, given the fact that
this was a popular activity notably among
the Pathans, I was not inclined to a blow
job, having my pussy sucked or usage of
any sort of sex toys. Akbar kept telling me
that I continued to have as tight a cunt as
could be and that I would milk him dry
every time we made love, which in our first
year of marriage was pretty frequent.
"Hernan has invited all of his friends to a
party at our pool next weekend," I advised
Akbar as he walked in the door.
Surprisingly he did not know about this. He
thought this was weird since Hernan
worked for the same company and they
saw each other many times during the
course of the day. Hernan was from Peru,
had also been educated in the US and lived
on the same compound as we did. The
company we worked for had placed most
of its international staff in this location and
quite a few of us were living in town
houses around one of the pools on the
rather large facility.
I wondered why Hernan had not
mentioned anything to Akbar, but talked
directly to me. I sensed that he was hot for
me ever since I had arrived in Saudi after
our wedding. Many of the guys around had
commented that in addition to being the
youngest of the company wives, I was also
the prettiest. Hernan had made a point of
inviting us a number of times since my
arrival to various events, and given that
Akbar had frequent business trips out of
town, he made sure that I was never alone.
Usually he was getting a few of the guys
over to our house where I would feed them
home made food and they would help me
get over the tension of being by myself for
extended periods of time. At the odd party,
when there was dancing involved, and if
Akbar was on trip or sitting one out, he
would make a beeline to have me as his
partner. I saw no real issue with this; the
first time Hernan had ever asked for me to
be his dance partner, Akbar assented
without batting an eyelid. I would certainly
also dance with other guys at the party,
since the male to female ratio was very
much in my favour and I never was left
alone due to my obvious assets, but
somehow Hernan would always be the first
to ask me and to get the lion's share of my
company. Nothing untoward ever
happened, but still it was thrilling that
someone had a thing for me. After all, how
many girls mind a little bit of extra
attention? Some of the other wives chided
me about his crush, but no one really
figured that anything was going on or ever
would.
"Shireen, you are not going to need those
shalwar, kameez and dupattas at the party,"
Akbar had declared on coming home and
finding me getting my wardrobe ready a
day prior to the party, "are you planning on
being the odd person out?"
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"What are you expecting me to wear?" I
responded, knowing well that the lesser the
better would be his idea. It had taken a
while before I had actually started wearing
pants and shirts, and had no experience of
any other dress type. In fact, I had no
problems wearing the black all-covering
abaya that was accepted practice for
females in the country, something the
other females on the compound could not
understand.
"The normal dress code at a pool party is
shorts or swimwear," he coolly replied
getting a look of near horror from me, "but
don't worry, I'll handle things if there are
any issues." Boy did he think he was most
assuring, after all I was the one doing the
baring!
"Akbar, do you have any problem with the
fact that I let you enjoy my body any way
you want," I reasoned, "Why is it that you
have to put me on display for everyone else
also?"
I did not agree that everybody there that
would be in that sort of attire and that it
was very much a part of my wifely duties,
being a rather religious person, to heed the
suggestion of her husband. Was it not
surprising that he wanted me to do
something quite contrary to religious
dictate, while rationalizing it as my faith
based duty? Ah, the men of my country,
great folks when they want to be,
hypocrites otherwise!
I was late coming back from a visit to a
friend in town and knew that the party
would be starting in a short time. Hernan
was already setting up the barbecue and
other necessities for the event as I ran into
our house. He signalled that I should
change and get to the pool double quick.
Akbar was in the shower and I figured I had
to forego my dip in order to be on time. I
was surprised on finding a few swimsuits,
bikinis, hot pants and tank tops on my bed,
rather than the clothes I had laid out prior
to leaving. Akbar was clearly up to
something. I grabbed a bunch of the items
and pulled him out of the shower
demanding, "What exactly are these and
who are they for?"
"Take a look outside and tell me what you
think," he responded in a most soothing
tone, indicating that if I was not
comfortable he would try to fix things.
I peered out the bedroom window and saw
that all the women at the pool were indeed
wearing short and revealing clothes. Seeing
that I had been in a huff going back into
the bedroom, he waited in the shower for
an extra long while, hoping I would cool
down. My anger continued to grow as he
extended his stay in the shower.
The incessant ringing of the phone jerked
me out of my state of ire. It was one of our
neighbours, Lana, calling. Her husband also
worked for the same company and they
were also expected at the party.
"How come I do not see at the pool?" she
asked.
"Just getting ready," I replied, trying not to
take out Akbar's anger on Lana.
"Are you putting on something really, really
nice?" she pointedly asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Haven' t you seen the lovely outfits Akbar
bought for the party tonight? I am sure you
will look stunning in them." So Lana knew
that Akbar was getting me the stuff.
"And how can you be so sure?" I retorted.
"Oh, just a learned guess, and the fact that
your husband would be so happy to be
with the prettiest and sexiest, not to
mention most stylish, lady at the pool," was
her quick reply.
"I am not so sure, these are all so
revealing," I complained.
"Come on, I went to store to get these for
you, poor Akbar was mortified about talking
to the store staff." That cleared up where
the items had appeared from.
I tell you what," she added, "I'll also wear
something very sexy. But I bet you will be
the star of the evening."
"How can you be so sure to bet that will be
the case?" I still was trying to weasel out.
"I' ll organize a little poll among the guests
and if you do not win, I swear to walk
around the pool topless before the party
ends!" That was an argument clinching
dare from Lana.
Resigned to be wearing something of a
revealing nature, I reluctantly chose a pair
of shorts and a tank top. I added a pair of
flip flops that would not get wet in the
vicinity of the pool. Akbar was relieved that
Lana's call had put me in the right frame of
mind. He did look a bit disappointed that I
had opted for the shorts and tank top,
rather than the swimsuits or bikinis. Still
this was a significant step forward for me
and he was not about to crib about it.
Outside, we noted that quite a few of the
expected guests were still not there. Akbar
put this down to the oriental habit of being
fashionably late enough. I could see that
he was completely excited at the thought of
many men, who were there, staring at my
relatively exposed body for the first time.
And believe me, I was looking swell and
drawing a fair share of attention at the
party. Did I mention that I had unusually
long and shapely legs for a Pakistani
female and that my better than average
height meant that my figure was quite
statuesque. Bare today, my legs looked
sensational and strangely, dressed that
way, I was getting aroused by the skimpy
attire.
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POOL PARTY CONTİNUED...

"My God, Shireen, you're good enough to
eat," Hernan remarked, coming over to us
and chancing a kiss to my left cheek. He
had never done so before and as I
processed this information, he also did the
same on the right cheek. While the thought
must have crossed his mind, he wisely
decided not to give me a peck on the lips,
which I most certainly would have objected
to. After all, I had put on a new coat of
lipstick and would need to go back home to
reapply it if smudged by a kiss.
"I do hope you have a swimsuit under
that," he pointed at my shorts and
stressed, "You will be joining everyone in
the pool soon." I turned a healthy shade of
red at the thought of further baring myself.
Hernan put his arms around my waist and
pulled me along, "come dear, let me
introduce you to a few people here." As we
walked away, leaving Akbar standing as if
he had not existed, I felt Hernan's hand
slip down to my behind and squeeze my
butt cheek. This was rather bold of him, but
a scene would not be in anyone's interest. I
took a couple of steps, with his hand on my
rear and then tactfully pulled it up to my
waist again. Understanding that I was not
going to allow any high jinks, he let go as
we came up to the people he wanted me to
meet. I should have been angered at the
fact that he was groping me, but actually
felt somewhat turned on.
Very soon the party was in full swing, with
partially clothed bodies all around. A few of
the guys and the odd wife or girlfriend had
started to play games that were allowing
close contact in the pool. By and large
everyone appeared to be blowing off steam
from the otherwise restrictive Saudi
environs. I never had a swimming lesson in
my whole life and so understandably
stayed away from the pool. I had no issues
mingling with the guests and occasionally
siding up to Akbar, with a sexy smile on my
face. I knew he was getting aroused and
that tonight we would be fucking each
others' brains out. So he wanted to see me
flaunt myself, I figured to let him enjoy the
scene and change in me.
"Shireen, come on join us in the pool,"
some of the guys playing pool volleyball
urged.
"I cannot," I said, "no swimsuit!"
"Hey come on," the group turned its
attention to Akbar, "are you guys joining in
or not?"
I looked at him for suggestions and with a
quick hand gesture he suggested I run in to
the house and get into a swimsuit. I
mouthed a definite no to the idea.
However, the cajoling of the guys and his
doe eyed look kept working at my resolve.
The mood of the party had warmed me up
and having already been partially clothed, I
decided to do as he suggested, heading
home to change.
I took in the swimwear and opted for a
striped swimsuit, rather than any of the
bikinis. While I would put a good deal of
flesh on display with the swimsuit, the
bikini was just too risqué for me. I knew
that Akbar would hope that I went all the
way to the bikinis, but even the swimsuit
was way more than I would reasonably
have agreed to.
Catcalls and whistles rent the air as I made
an entrance into the pool area. I blushed,
but enjoyed the compliments all the same.
Walking up to Akbar, I twirled and said,
"Happy with the change of outfit?" Was he
happy? His dick was already straining and I
could make out his hard-on even in his
denims.
"You know I cannot swim, so are you
coming in and staying with me on the
shallow end?" I asked Akbar.
"Why don't you sit by the side," he
suggested, "and I'll be back in a moment."
He figured I would be fine while he also
changed.
I sat down midway at the side of the pool,
letting my legs dangle into the water. I was
well placed to see the pool volleyball game
being played at the time. Suddenly, I felt a
jerk on my right foot and was pulled into
the pool. As I thrashed about, the hand
around my foot loosened and I saw that
there was no one within ten feet of me. I
cried out for help and tried to keep my
head above water. It seemed like an
eternity before an arm encircled my waist
and my face was propelled above the
surface. Someone was helping me get back
to the pool's edge. I reached out and
grabbed for the bar on the inside of the
pool, and then both pulled myself to it and
felt my body being pushed in the same
direction.
As I regained my bearings, I noted that
Nick, another of Akbar's colleagues, was
holding me up. One arm was around my
waist, the other rubbing the area between
my neck and breasts. I spat out a mouthful
of water and let him guide me towards the
shallow end of the pool. As we made our
way forward, his hands stayed fixed on my
boobs, pressing them and feeling around
my tits, and his pelvis also appeared
melded to my backside, allowing me to feel
a hardening in his midsection. Still holding
on to me, Nick said, "hey Shireen, you
should be glad I was around," to which I
thankfully shook my head as he added, "it
may have been a bit awkward to give you
mouth to mouth with this group around!" I
was sure he would not have minded the
least bit if the situation had actually come
to that extreme.
Thankfully Akbar was at the shallow end to
help me out. Seeing he was back, I climbed
out of the pool, using the side ladder.
Nick's hands cradled my bottom as I exited.
I cuddled up to Akbar, knowing that my
protector was back.
"What happened, dear?" he was perplexed.
"I mistakenly decided to sit close to the
deep end of the pool, with my legs
dangling inside," I explained, "when one of
the guys pulled me in as I was waiting for
you to return."
He wanted to know who had done it when
the culprit himself appeared and
apologised for not knowing that I was
unable to swim. I had taken a few
mouthfuls of water, before Nick had
realized what was going on and brought
me to the other side of the pool. Akbar
made a point of thanking Nick, while I
thought that he had received ample reward
feeling me up. Still, I was grateful he was
there in time.
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Akbar sat down on a deck chair and began
to dry my body off with a large beach
towel. Unmindful that I was being stared at
from many sides, I placed one leg next to
his crotch and then the other, bending
forward each time to let him dry me. I
could sense that all the guys would have
gladly traded places with Akbar if only for
those few moments of drying my legs. After
these were done, I sat in his lap and he
wrapped the towel around my body,
leaving virtually my entire legs bare. I
repositioned myself to lie along the length
of the chair, my back and head resting
against Akbar's chest and legs suggestively
placed, one straight and the other with the
knee bent a bit.
Dried off to a more comfortable level, I
smoothed the towel on the chair and lay
back on it. Very soon a group of folks took
the seats around us, guys outnumbering
the few ladies present by a hefty margin.
Many of them were openly ogling me. I
can't say whether the feeling of shyness
was greater than that of arousal. Akbar's
presence, however, reassured me that
whatever the state of my undress, I was
safe with him around.
Noting that the natural lighting had become
dull, Hernan turned on the arc lights
around the pool. One was close to where
we were sitting. He waved at Akbar and put
him in charge of the barbecue pit. I was left
surrounded by a bunch of guys, all paying
me a great deal of attention.
"Shireen, I bet you have never had your
feet massaged," the guy who had pulled me
into the pool stated, "let me make it up to
you by offering my excellent services."
"Let me do the other one," piped up the
fellow next to him, "and you can tell us
who is better at it."
It did not seem like too odd a request and
sounded like a good idea, so I stretched
out a foot towards each end of the
armchair. These were gladly taken by the
guys, who began their ministrations with
gusto. My feet felt great and I did not mind
too much as their hands began to reach
further up my legs, reaching the knees. At
this juncture another two offered their
services and the guys massaging me
reluctantly ceded their spots. I must say
that these fellows were also good and soon
they had managed to get their hands well
above my knees and around my thighs. A
third guy had decided to come up behind
me and started working on my neck and
shoulders. I was in heaven. A few more
minutes and the guys below, and now
there were four persons working on my
underside, may have chanced trying to get a
hand on my pubic area. The fellow behind
me also appeared to be getting a little more
adventurous and his strokes were already
brushing the top of my boobs. I noted
Akbar gazing at me a few times, the last
couple with a strange look on his face. I
figured that he had got full value given that
his intention was to put my body on
display!
I later discovered that other than my
obvious good looks, the guys were enjoying
a free show of unintended skin from me. I
had worn a striped black and white
swimsuit, the black stripes being much
thinner than the white ones. With the light
shining behind, the white stripes, having
not fully dried out, had almost gone
transparent and my entire body was on
view for anyone within a few feet of me.
Worse still, the black stripes were
highlighting my pubic area and breasts
wonderfully. And since I was sitting with my
legs splayed apart at one end and
stretching back at the other to receive the
massage from atop, the view on offer was
totally unimpeded all the way from the tip
of my toes to my forehead; I could have
been as nude as the day I was born,
though I am sure my admirers preferred
me at my current age. I may have had a
heart attack if I had known this this at the
time; thankfully I did not. I wondered what
was up when Akbar diplomatically managed
to extricate me from the crowd. Perhaps he
had prevented my being the certain object
of many of the bachelors' jacking off after
the party while remembering my curves and
the feel of my soft skin.
Akbar had sided up to me, literally fighting
his way through the adoring crowd. He
whispered in my ear, "Our host has a
request for you."
"Really, what does Hernan want?"
"He was admiring how good you look in the
swimsuit and I accidentally told him that
you also have a couple of new bikinis."
"And, so what?" I obviously knew why, but
was not playing along.
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"He wonders if he could see you in one."
"Are you nuts?" I responded, "and why
should I do what he wants?"
"Okay, I would like to see you in one too."
I appeared uninterested, and he looked like
he was getting concerned that more and
more people were coming around to stare
at me.
"Shireen, you would be the best looking
female here if you were wearing a bikini,"
he appealed to the base sense of every
woman.
"No way," I quickly retorted, "and in case
you have something on your mind, the
bikinis are all the way back at the house
and I am not going back again by myself!"
"Tell you what, I'll come along and we will
be back in no time," he continued to
badger me, "and given the event, it is a fair
request."
Figuring that he was adamant, and egged
on by a couple of the guys who had heard
him whisper the word "bikini" I grabbed his
arm and pointed us homewards.
Entering the house, I slammed the door
shut, pushed Akbar onto a plush armchair
and whipped my swimsuit off in an instant.
"Fuck me right now," I ordered, removing
his shorts and placing my very wet pussy
onto his rock hard cock, sighing as he filled
up my interior. Our mouths came together
as I rode Akbar with single-minded intent.
Neither of us lasted long and I shrieked
with pleasure as he shot his load inside
me. I rested my head against his chest for a
few minutes and then jumped up and out
of the chair, running for the stairs to our
bedroom. As we disentangled, I saw that
the window curtains had not been drawn
and made out the form of Lana, standing
just outside and maybe having seen our
lovemaking.
"Come on, we have to get back to the
party," I reminded Akbar, putting Lana out
of mind.
I ran up the stairs to change into an even
more abbreviated outfit. For some
unfathomable reason, I could care less
about modesty at the time. After all, if my
love was into my state of undress than why
not let him enjoy the spectacle! I really felt
like the belle of the ball! A knock on the
door was followed by Akbar having a word
with Lana. I had already surmised that she
had seen some, if not all, of our antics
during the past few minutes.
"Tell Shireen to put on some fancy heels
when she comes out, you'll like the impact
she has!"
"But it is slippery out there," I protested
loudly.
"Oh I am sure you can handle slippery
situations," Lana yelled back, before I
heard the door shut.
I passed on a shower, figuring it would
delay our return, and checked out the
bikinis still lying on my bed. I walked down,
wearing a dark blue bikini, with a front
clasp, which left much of my sizable breasts
on display. The bottom was also barely
covering anything and stayed put due to
lacy bow ties on each side. Taking Lana's
suggestion, I had added a sexy pair of
heels. Akbar followed as I shot out the
front door, still carrying his musk on me.
If the catcalls had been loud, when I had
appeared in the swimsuit, the response this
time was absolute cacophony. Framed by
the light behind, I decided to play a little,
and struck a sexy pose. Akbar ran right into
me, not realizing I had stopped. Luckily I
lifted an arm and hooked it around his
neck just in time, stabilizing us both. "I
guess both Hernan and you will be quite
happy with the new outfit!" I quipped.
"Stay there, you two," Ghassan directed us
as he lifted a camera to his face. I
wondered where he would be getting the
film developed, but I was still was quite
happy posing for a couple of shots with
Akbar and a lot more just by myself.
"I' ll get them developed in Beirut next
week," he assured us, "and I am sure you
will like the results."
I felt that Akbar was a bit concerned that
Ghassan was taking pictures of me
relatively unclothed. It was strange that
jealousy and concern were coming to the
fore given that he had prompted me into
the bikini in the first place.
Hernan's eyes nearly popped out and his
midsection also twitched noticeably as I
went up to him, twirled slowly, and
whispered, "Is this what you were
expecting?" into his ear. He could hardly
swallow a morsel of the barbecue, as his
eyes stayed on me throughout dinner time.
I bet he was sizing me up for potential
dessert!
Ron and Hicham, two of the bachelors at
the party, suggested we join their team for
the game of pool volleyball that was just
about to start, the food having been
dispensed with. I reminded them that I
could not swim but was reassured that the
game was now set up across the shallow
end and that I would be able to stand
easily while playing. As we entered the
pool, the game referee stopped Akbar,
saying that the teams already had an equal
number of female and male players with my
arrival. He did not protest and went off to
chat with Lana and a few other folk.
As I entered, the guys splashed water on
me. I also got into the mood and reacted,
splashing back. The guys kept getting closer
and finally started brushing up against me
during and at the end of each point. By this
time I was too much into the game to care,
given that the teams were neck and neck. I
wondered if something was up, but
decided to play cool just in case, when
Hicham and Ron grabbed me from either
side, each cupping one of my breasts,
feeling up my rear concurrently as they
lifted me out of the water and back, and
congratulated me for a nice return of serve.
Given that they had also been giving me
foot and neck massages, I did not take
things too seriously at first.
I soon, however, felt that not everything
was on the level. During the course of play
they grabbed me front and back in the
water and made a "Shireen Sandwich" as
they called it. Ron put his hands down my
bikini bottom and rubbed my pussy while
Hicham squeezed my breasts. I thought the
touches were accidental the first time, but
they did the same sort of thing again after
another point was won by our side. But the
third time they changed positions, Hicham
put his hand down my panties and fingers
in my pussy as Ron grabbed my boobs and
caressed my rear. The ball had gone out of
the pool and had actually rolled out to the
parking lot, so recovering it took a bit of
time. I was unsure if to disengage and
create a scene or try some other tack, while
amazed that that I was allowing such
access to them. What's worse, I climaxed
and Hicham could feel his fingers being
sucked into my pussy as I tightened up and
came. This emboldened them to try things
further, but I had to sort matters out at
that point. Hicham had managed to unlace
my bottom at one end and was headed for
the other. Ron had also unclasped my bra
at the back and had his hands around my
bare breasts. I pushed my hand down
Ron's shorts, grabbing his cock and digging
in with my nails. Concurrently, I kneed
Hicham in his groin, bending him over in
pain. Both of them backed off immediately
and I was able to exit the pool, shaking
from the orgasm, barely doing up my bikini
as I emerged, and wondering about my
own brazen behaviour. Calls from the
others to stay till the game had ended were
not concerted enough to get me back to
such overt fondling.
I was, however, immensely aroused and
grabbed Akbar. "Can we go home now?" I
made it clear that the party was done.
Despite protests from Hernan and others,
we were among the first to take our leave.
The party soon wound down, perhaps since
the star attraction had exited, and its end
signalled the start of Akbar's night-time
work load.
"So what turned you on the most during
the party?" he asked in a non-serious
manner, after we had coupled again. Akbar
had told me about the reason for the
change to a bikini and I wondered how
much of me had actually been on display
and for what length of time. He was
delighted that I had taken to the liberated
dress forms, even though the others had
seen much more of me than intended.
However, I don' t think he felt as happy
about things once I told him about the
contact with Ron and Hicham in the pool,
notably that I had been turned on by their
touches. He had no recourse but to accept
that there was nothing to do about it, after
all I had not fucked anyone else. Or maybe
he liked the idea that I was loosening up in
that regard too!
As far as Lana going around the pool
topless, the poll to determine the sexiest
person at the party never transpired. I
think we all know who would have won!
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"Shireen, that is an awesome picture,"
Francesca ventured, "I did not know you
had such modelling talent."
"Oh no, it is just a picture from a party last
year in Saudi," I responded.
"Take my word, you do have the spark,"
she added, "and it certainly looks like it
was one hell of a party."
"Oh it sure was awesome," I smiled and
reminisced about the last, and only, pool
party I had ever been to.
Our move to North America was a welcome
change from Saudi. Akbar had been
planning on getting an MBA and the
acceptance from a top West Coast school
was too tempting to turn down. I had also
decided to complete my schooling, having
given up on higher education when we
were married. Luckily, coming from
Pakistan, a country from where females
were not highly represented in US schools,
I was able to secure a reasonable level of
scholarship and need-based funding, or we
would have certainly not be able to cover
the cost of two degrees.
Francesca was also a sophomore at the
college. She had returned to school after a
few years doing odd jobs and saving
money. While neither of us were even 25,
we could relate to each other as mature
students, having experienced life outside of
school. I had run into her during her fine
art class and the friendship had been
immediate.
True to promise, Ghassan had the film from
the pool party developed on his next trip to
Beirut. At our farewell dinner, he had
presented Akbar with a package. Inside
were nearly a dozen full page sized pictures
of me in the bikini. Also included in the
package were all the negatives. A second
large round tube had two copies of a
poster size picture of me lounging on a
deck chair. Akbar was wondering about the
second copy, when Ghassan sided up to
me.
"Lana is so jealous that I took these
pictures, so that is why all the negatives are
in your package," he told me, "but would
you mind greatly if you sign this one just
for me to keep!"
"Sure I will," I took the marker pen and
wrote on the picture, "just do not get into
any trouble with Lana on my account, or be
going around claiming some sort of
conquest either!" Ghassan had a sheepish
look as I returned the poster to him.
The second picture gave me the
opportunity to thank Hernan for being a
good friend throughout my stay in Saudi.
He had stopped by a few days earlier and
told me how much he would miss having
me around. I quickly scribbled, "Don't
forget me, maybe next time you may get
lucky!" I took it over to Hernan, who was
happy to receive such a memento. But I am
certain that he was totally thrilled by a
completely unexpected quick kiss on his
lips.
Akbar found Francesca and me looking over
wedding and other pictures. Francesca
could not believe that we had not dated
prior to getting married and that the
arrangement had been courtesy of our
parents and assorted relatives. She was
intrigued by the wedding photos, which
were so very different from anything she
had ever seen before. But her jaw dropped
when she came across the pool party
shots, which somehow I had never
separated from the more routine ones.
"Akbar, she looks dazzling," Francesca
admitted, while I was in the kitchen
fetching snacks, "you know she could make
a few bucks if she modeled for the art and
photography classes."
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"What do you mean?" Akbar's interest was
piqued. Though I did have a substantial
amount of scholarship funding, the cost of
the business degree and the unaccounted
charges related to living in America were
making a serious dent in our savings. If it
was possible to bring in some additional
funds, it would really help out with day to
day expenses.
"If Shireen can handle hours of sitting
around motionless and if Professor Rickard
is amenable, she could be working for
quite a few hours weekly," Francesca
explained. I was open to meeting the
relevant professor over the next day or
two.
"I got the job and can start from the day
after tomorrow" I advised Akbar a couple of
days later, but he could see the concern on
my face.
"That' s great, so what is the problem?"
"Most of the classes need human subjects
for the students to draw," I explained, "and
most are not too much trouble as they will
be doing portraits or human interest
pictures."
"So, why are you worried?"
"There are a number of classes, where the
students are learning to draw the human
form," I added, "the problem is that I have
to sign on for all the classes, if the
Professor is to accept me, and that involves
my modeling nude in a few of them!"
As far as I was concerned, wearing a bikini
at a pool party was one thing. Having your
privates on display, and for extended
periods of time, was a different ball game.
Sure the fee for doing so was pretty decent,
in a student sort of way. But was it worth
doing, I wondered.
"What is the class make up like?" he asked.
"Overwhelmingly female in all three
classes," I replied, "but there are two to
three guys in every section, including the
human form one."
"You do not have to do this if you are
uncomfortable about the guys," he
reassured me.
"Really, I thought the idea of my being
nude in a crowd of guys would turn you
on!"
"Now that you mention it, I think it would
be a real hot and tasty appetizer for the
evening, every time you have a day time
class," Akbar did not disagree.
The first few days and even weeks passed
without undue concern. Apparently the
human form class started later in the
semester, but had longer class hours. I was
happily into the modeling assignment, so
far not needing to remove much of my
clothing. This experience was also building
up my confidence that the next half would
also be manageable as everyone had been
professional and helpful so far. Akbar had
occasionally stopped by and this had added
to my confidence at times.
But when Dr. Rickard asked me to go
behind the curtain and disrobe for the first
of the human form classes, I felt all the
apprehensions that she had bottled up so
far. The Professor herself was a fifty-
something matron, who came over to me
and comfortingly said, "I bet you those
three guys are so gay they get turned off by
as pretty a girl as you!" I let out a giggle
and shook my head to indicate I was okay
with the task. The first class was focusing
on the torso and upper body, so I only had
to be topless, needing to divest my blouse
and bra but leaving the skirt on.
I stepped up to the podium, breasts full
and tits erect, my face and body a notable
shade of red. The entire class gave me a
good look over, as I posed according to
direction, and simply went about the task
of sketching. As predicted by the Professor,
the guys there seemed not to particularly
care that a stunning 20-something female,
with an exotic background, was standing
partially naked in front of them.
That evening, Akbar was not due home till
about 10 p.m. and I planned to give him a
surprise. I turned the lights out, leaving the
house dark except for a few rays filtering
down from upstairs. Akbar came upstairs
and as he stepped into the bedroom I
turned the lights on again, displaying a
large canvas frame that was resting on the
floor and standing a good six feet high.
More importantly, in front, I was posed
with my arms overhead, my breasts taut,
and just a large scarf around my waist
barely covering my pussy. I was perfectly
motionless as he put his arms around me,
sucked my tits, caressed my body and
untied the scarf. Our mouths came
together and he pushed me on to the bed.
My legs opened and Akbar fought to
remove his garments. In no time, his dick
was buried deep in me. No longer acting
immobile, I came alive and pushed back,
scratched his back and bit down on his lip.
We both came mightily, and I surmised that
the class had certainly done wonders for
his libido and mine.
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My comfort level having grown over the
past few weeks, I sportingly stepped out
stark naked in front of the class when the
full nudity part started. The Professor had
given me a heads up, in a phone call, the
day before and Akbar wondered why I
giggled so much as she carried out the
conversation. We had hit upon a sort of
magic code that allowed me to let go of my
shyness and the Professor had continued
to reinforce the message to me. This time,
however, the guys in the group looked at
me with appreciation and I was double
minded whether they were indeed gay.
We were almost at the end of the term;
Akbar had just one more semester before
he got his degree; I had a few more
sessions of modeling before the check was
due. He was getting serious about
searching for the next job; one we
expected would deliver a much bigger
financial package than seen before. I was
also close to completing my bachelor's
degree and was rightly proud of this
accomplishment.
But the peace did not last and advice from
Professor Rickard had me reconsidering the
job. I was being joined by a male model
and the very last part of the course was
titled something like the human form in
erotica. Having had no issues with the
other classes, which remained rather tame
as far as dress requirements were
concerned, with a swimsuit needed on the
odd occasion, the prospect of losing out on
a lot of effort, that I had already made,
grated on my mind. At the same time, while
now quite comfortable with being nude for
the class audience, and even the odd
visitor, I was very unsure of interacting with
an equally naked male person, and
particularly for the type of poses I imagined
it may require.
A slight accident with our vehicle, while I
was driving, had led to our insurance rates
rising. I felt particularly bad about this and
this fact swayed my mind in favour of
completing the assignment and getting paid
for the entire slog. I reasoned that the guy
would also be doing his job and that
everyone had been acting above board to
date. Dr. Rickard was relieved that I was
going to stay through to the end of the
course. Akbar was of course keen that I
continued, the almost certain sex play
following each session was something to
look forward to.
Fred walked right up to me as I hesitated
before disrobing. "It is okay, I will look the
other way," he tried to make small
conversation and reassure me at the same
time. He had been doing this sort of work
for a couple of years, so had the
experience to put his coworkers at ease. He
was a tall, fair skinned, good looking guy,
and gave off an aura of sincerity, even with
the earring he wore in one ear. Steeling
myself, I dropped the robe and went up to
the podium.
The Professor suggested that I stand, with
one leg extended a bit in front of the other.
Fred was to kneel, with his face looking
upward from my midsection. One of my
hands was to rest on his shoulders and the
other on my waist as I gazed at a distant
object. His arms were to go around one of
my legs as if he was hanging on as I was
moving forward. While we set up, I felt his
arms brushing the underside of my torso
including my pussy and rectum, given that
he was wrapped around my bare leg. Every
so often, Fred had to relax his neck by
lowering it, which put his face into direct
contact with my vagina. I was unsure if on
occasion he had flicked his tongue in to the
rapidly moistening opening, but decided to
be cool.
At the next session, we were focusing on
what looked like ballet forms, whereby I
had to come right up against Fred and lean
back, with my hands outstretched. He
supported me with his hands both allowing
me to bend backwards at my waist and also
to hold my lower body to him. This put our
privates in direct contact. I had to psych
myself into completing the assignment and
not walk off.
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