Amira (8 page)

She
writhed beneath him as his lips reached her bikini line, and she lifted her
hips to him as he gently sucked the lips of her pussy.  He moaned with delight
as he lapped up the juices from them.  She rolled and twisted blissfully
beneath him, like a kitten enjoying a good petting, and Hani knew how to make
his kitten purr.  His fingers pulled and pinched her nipples, and her engorged
clitoris swelled like a ripe juicy berry waiting for his lips.

Hani's
phone vibrated on the nightstand and rang, shaking them both from the intensity
of the moment. His head popped up quickly from being startled, leaving her breathless,
and for a moment they just looked at each other in disbelief at the bad timing
of the call.  He wiped the wetness from his lips and grabbed for the phone. 

Serena
was speechless and unable to protest about him taking the call, so she lay
there as he sat on the edge of the bed.  Her pussy still throbbed, and she
lazily rubbed his back as he began to speak in Arabic with whoever had called.
The conversation seemed to take a bad turn quickly, judging from the tone of
his voice. 

He
stood up and started to pace back and forth in the room, and she couldn't
understand a word of what he was saying.  The other person had raised their
voice to the point where she could make out that it was a woman’s voice, maybe
his assistant from the home office, but both spoke in Arabic, so she was left
bewildered, not knowing why his mood had changed so quickly. 

“Hani...baby,”
Serena said sweetly, trying to soothe him, but she could tell from his face
that she wasn't going to reach him.  He impatiently raised a finger to her to
say he would be a minute and walked out of the bedroom. 

The
argument continued for several minutes, muffled as he had gone into the living
room away from her. She lay motionless in bed, still straining to hear what was
going on.  She was sure he just didn't want to upset her, but the inflection of
his words with the other person didn't bode well for her, and she was worried
about what was going on.  Usually his Arabic sounded sweet and melodic to her,
but this time it was harsh and emphasized in a way that she wasn't used to
hearing from him. 

She
clicked on the TV and started flipping channels to distract herself from Hani's
conversation but found nothing interesting.  She wasn't in the mood for another
morning talk show about finding the paternity of an illegitimate child born to
a mother who wasn't sure which of her three sex partners was the father or
inane reruns of sitcoms that were never that funny even before syndication. 
She decided to have a bubble bath while she waited for him, so she dragged
herself out of the cozy bed and started to draw a bath in the large marble
tub. 

She
hadn't changed her residence to the suite because Hani's company would not
approve of paying for his girlfriend to stay there, but she still kept all of
her toiletries and make up there. Hani liked to surprise her with small gifts
and kept her well supplied with sweet smelling bubble baths and lotions,
calling her “
Amira
” and saying that every girl deserves to be treated
like a princess.  They say that if a girl keeps her monthly feminine supplies
at a guy's place, then she is living there, but to most people, Serena was only
spending every night with her boyfriend and dropped by her small apartment near
campus occasionally to pick up the mail after class.  As far as his company
knew, he left the office and spent his evenings alone in the suite.

The
bathroom billowed with steam as the tub filled, and she hoped that she hadn't
let the water run too hot.  She instantly felt the tension releasing from her
body as she slipped into the hot bath, sinking into the mounds of lily-scented
bubbles.  The room had the posh décor of a spa, and when the lights were
dimmed, relaxing music and nature sounds began to play quietly.  It was the
perfect place to relax and forget about the world outside.

Serena
sank deeper into the bath and closed her eyes.  Her mind wandered, thinking first
about Hani and worrying about what was going on with the heated phone call,
then wondering how Maggie was since she hadn't heard from her lately and she
thought she would give her a call later, and finally she felt herself floating
in an aquamarine lagoon surrounded by lilies as the soft calls of songbirds
filled the air.  She didn't know how long she had laid there in the tub, when
something woke her from her reverie.

“My
God…You look like heaven resting there,” Hani said.  He said it with such
gentleness in his voice, much different than when he was speaking on the
phone.  He stood naked before her, and she watched as his cock stiffened and
became erect at the sight of her in the tub.  “Is there room for one more?” he
asked, cocking one eyebrow seductively.

She
sat up and moved forward and held her hand out to him.  He slid into the warm
water behind her, put his arms around her, and began kissing the side of her
neck and shoulder.  He held her in the bath and stroked her hair as they talked
about how they should spend the day.  Too much time had been wasted between
dozing and being interrupted by the lengthy phone call.  They had stayed up
into the wee hours making love, which had almost become their nightly routine,
and the day was quickly getting away from them. 

Hani
suggested that they spend the rest of the day the same way they spent the
night, making love, but Serena said they should get out and see the world a
little and enjoy some fresh air, maybe take a walk by the beach.  Hani added
that they should make love on the beach or find a secluded place off one of the
trails.  She teased him and said it must be true what she had always heard
about Arab men, that they are always horny and “D.T.F.” as Maggie called it – “
Down
To Fuck
”.  His rigid cock rose and swelled to fill the space between them,
wedging between their wet bodies, so Serena knew that was not a joke, and she
did not complain one bit about his libido.

No
matter how many times she admired his naked physique or felt his firm erection pressed
against her, she always felt like it was the first time she experienced the
male anatomy.  She was always dazed in amazement at the way his body reacted
and responded to hers, and every time they were near each other, their bodies
united in an irresistible connection that could not be suppressed or denied. 
The surface rippled slightly as his hand moved through the tepid bath water. 
His fingers grazed the skin of her thigh and slipped between her legs.  Serena
moaned and laid her head back on his shoulder, and they kissed passionately as
his fingers pushed between the smooth lips of her pussy and began circling her
clit.

There
was a slight chill in the breeze at the beach, and Hani held Serena’s hand,
keeping her close to him and warm as they walked along the shore.  She suddenly
dashed away ahead of him, scattering the flock of seagulls that had gathered on
the sand.  He watched and smiled at her childlike enthusiasm as she spun around
and danced, still feeling relaxed and free from their bath together.                           

She
had cum for him twice in the tub as he masterfully massaged her clit then,
dripping across the carpet wrapped in their embrace, he led her to the bed, and
they made love before dressing and heading out for the day.  He knew her body
so well by now that it required very little effort from him to make her climax
quickly, and much of his pleasure came knowing how much he was pleasing her,
without regard to his own satisfaction.  Their bodies connected in a way such
that they felt there was no one else in the world with whom they could feel
that same intimacy.

He
strolled along the shoreline leisurely enjoying the sights, occasionally
skipping stones across the waves, and finally caught up with her and swept her
into his arms.  Her long wavy hair that he once described as being thick and
luxurious like warm hot chocolate and caramel was blowing across her face, and
he pushed the strands away before kissing her fully on the lips. 

“Serena,
Serena, my Serena...” he said, his dark eyes brightening as he looked lovingly
into her eyes. 

Her
heart bloomed like a sun-kissed meadow of wildflowers and glowed warmly when he
spoke.  It radiated to her face and made her eyes sparkle every time, and even
after these weeks together, his deep exotic eyes and Middle Eastern accent
still took her breath away like the first time they met. It had become a
frequent bon-mot between them that he would profess that her smile shined
brighter than the morning sun, and she would blush and turn away.  He would lift
her chin gently and tell her that the sun and all of the stars at night
couldn't compare to her smile and that he needed her beside him to fill his
life with her light, after which she would hold him tighter and tell him that
he is the one who put the sun in her smile and the stars in her eyes. 

They
kissed passionately on the beach with the sounds of waves washing ashore and
seagulls flying above them.  They walked along the abandoned beach and saw only
one other person the whole time they were out that day.  Gone were the days of
sun bathers and picnics on the beach.  The season had quickly changed, and
there were no lifeguards on duty or children splashing around in the water.  It
was as if she and Hani were the only ones left in the world, so they were free
to laugh loudly, kiss and grope each other openly with no intrusions, and
finally settle down and snuggle together closely on a driftwood log. 

An
elderly man approached them from the west side of beach, and he was letting his
black Labrador Retriever play in the waves along the shore; the dog would try
to nip the waves each time they came to his feet. The man's tweed jacket and
touring cap made him look like someone who just got off the plane from the
Scottish Highlands, not like a “local”, and he carried a knotty walking stick,
although he seemed to be very spry and agile for his age. 

A
pipe dangled from the corner of his mouth, and the aroma of the cherry-vanilla
tobacco wafted in the breeze as he neared them.  He pardoned himself for
interrupting, but Hani said it was no imposition and offered him his seat on
the log.  The man sighed as he sat down and thanked them for the brief respite,
saying that his old bones couldn’t keep up like they used to. 

The
three of them enjoyed watching the dog play in the water, chasing the waves and
the occasional sea gull, and his owner called out “
Alastair!
” when he
started to wander too far away.  The dog promptly trotted towards them and
picked up a small piece of wood in his mouth and carried it with him.  They
took turns tossing the stick, and Alastair quickly retrieved it each time. 
Hani seemed to be especially taken by the dog, and he brought the stick to Hani
more than to Serena, no matter how much she called him.   

The
man introduced himself as Angus MacKay, and between puffs on his pipe, he
reminisced about the times that he and his late wife Fiona had spent on this
same beach.  They had married after the war and emigrated, seeking a more
prosperous life in America, and settled there in the town where Serena was
later born and lived her whole life and where Hani had been relocated by his
company.  They lived a quiet life and raised a family who had since all grown
and had families of their own and also kept a summer cottage at the beach until
Fiona's passing three years ago. 

Angus
paused and pulled a rumpled handkerchief from inside his jacket and wiped his
eyes.  Serena noticed that the hankie had a fine lace edge on it and was
monogrammed with an ornate letter “F” on the corner.  She put her arm around
Angus and squeezed his shoulder.  Hani winked at her and smiled sweetly to see
her offer comfort and tenderness to a stranger. 

Angus
was quiet for a few moments as he stared off towards the horizon, then he said
that he hadn't had the strength to return to the cottage without his Fiona by
his side.  Instead, he had adopted a black lab puppy who had been brought to
the shelter where he volunteered.  Fiona was an avid animal lover and advocate,
and she made generous annual donations to the charity, so after her passing, he
decided to carry on her legacy by continuing the donations and went one step
further to volunteer and work with the animals himself. 

The
tiny black pup had been abandoned and lifted one paw off the ground at all
times from an injury or birth defect, and Angus needed a companion and
distraction from his grief.  He explained that Alastair meant “defender of
mankind”, and it seemed a fine name for a dog such as him.  Their companionship
was apparently a perfect match because Alastair recovered and showed no
evidence of having an injury or even a limp, and having an active dog had kept
Angus limber and on the go, taking walks on the beach regularly.

Angus
quickly stood up, changing the subject before he could get emotional again.  He
called Alastair from the surf again, and the dog sat obediently at his side. 
Hani stroked the dog's head and complimented Angus for raising such a good
dog.  Angus reached to shake Hani's hand before departing and also squeezed Serena’s
arm gently. 

In a
move that surprised Serena, Hani pulled his business card from his pocket and
told Angus that if he ever needed anything to please give them a call, day or
night.  He offered to come over to chat over tea or if Angus needed someone to
walk the dog when the days got colder and his arthritis flared up.