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It was at one of those EU conferences in Brussels that I met him. My tall and charming Russian scientist. I was there, he was there, and eight hundred other people were there on a rainy day in autumn.

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We met during the coffee break. I wound up talking to one of the panelists of the morning session. She worked as an epidemiologist at the WHO and had spoken about the Covid-19 pandemic. We exchanged experiences on crowd control and public safety. Other participants joined us at the coffee table and so did he. I didn’t pay much attention to him until he started talking and I noticed how goddamned good-looking he was.

He was tall and slim. Leaning forward on the cocktail table he was still much taller than the rest of us. His brown hair and trimmed beard matched the color of his eyes; his pale face was handsome and kind. He was also very intelligent and quite arrogant about it. Good thing I happen to adore arrogant men. Soon he dominated the conversation. He spoke deliberately and somehow unattached about the subject. Bold Russian sounds punctuated his impeccable English. His utter confidence only added to his charisma. Tickled by his brilliance, I challenged him. He countered my arguments with fervor. We had lots of fun.

We maintained strong eye contact throughout and something clicked. I could feel that special energy between us. He licked his lips and I bit mine. He checked out my breasts and I sized up his crotch. Our smiles reached each other over the rims of our coffee cups.

After the break he followed me to the auditorium and sat down next to me. His long body shifted in his seat trying to find a comfortable position. His knees and elbows poked me. He grinned boyishly at me and winked. Gosh, he was adorable.

As soon as the lights went out, he got on his laptop and started working. His fingers drifted over the keyboard but his face became still. I kept staring at him, missing most of what was being said on stage. I couldn’t be more distracted by this beautiful stranger.

During a question from the audience he leaned backwards. He laid his head snug in my neck and whispered in my ear, “Can you believe these bozos? They have no idea what they’re talking about.” His voice was low. His breath in my neck was warm and tantalizing. He smelled so good. I inhaled his aroma as I turned my head in his direction. Our lips almost touched but he didn’t flinch. On the contrary, he stayed close to my face and let a mischievous smile dance around his eyes. I was falling fast for this man. I welcomed the familiar heat between my legs. For the rest of the session we leaned close together. He rested his arm against mine and his knee on my thigh. I loved the ease and familiarity with which he touched me. When people started clapping, he languidly lifted his limbs. After the applause died out, we got on our feet. As these things go, I had to go to the bathroom and lost him afterwards. Standing in line at the buffet I searched for him with hungry eyes.

“Let me join you for lunch,” I heard behind me. Without asking for permission he jumped the line in front of me. Truly a man unbothered in any situation. He was stacking sandwiches on his plate, selecting a sample of every topping on display. I guess when you’re that tall you need to eat a lot. He beckoned me and I followed him to a table on the far side of the conference hall. He was such an attractive man, I felt lucky to spend time with him. He stood close to me, rubbing his shoulder against mine while we were eating. He was great to talk to. His demeanor was pleasant and cheerful. His quips were smart and colored with insightful observations. Lunch with him was a joy.

When he finished his plate, he looked around. He said, “I could use something hot right now,” and smacked his lips.

“Well, uhm”, I looked at him, “I got something hot right in front of me,” I said.

I giggled at my own audacity. But man, was he hot. I could not keep my eyes off him. It was distracting how sexy this man was. At times I could barely concentrate on the things he was saying. His hypnotizing Russian accent and animated face were just too much of a good thing.

“Naughty, naughty,” he chuckled. He was flattered and clearly didn’t need a second hint. “Let’s get outta here,” he said and took my hand.

We found an empty corridor by the auditorium. He playfully scooped me up in his arms and kissed me without warning. He planted soft lips on my mouth, holding me backwards and leaning his tall body into mine. His beard tickled in all the right ways. His hands were large and strong. He tasted sweet and smelled of wood and tangerine. Then he opened my mouth and we kissed deeply. His hot tongue on mine caused explosions of pleasure behind my closed eyelids. Our breathing quickened and our hearts pounded in our chests. It was exhilarating, but also relaxing in a way. He made me feel as if I was floating.

His hand grabbed my hair while the other slid down my back and onto my butt. He drew me closer and pressed me against his erection. The soft fabric of his dress pants outlined his swollen cock. I felt it against my belly and pushed into it.

“I’m so hard,” he panted between kisses, exhaling warmth on my face. I caressed his beard and cheeks, my hands as aroused as the rest of my body.

“I’m so wet,” I replied and started riding up against his leg, balancing myself with a hand on his hip. He started kissing my neck as he slid a hand under my blouse and cupped my breast. His thumb stroked a nipple. It turned hard as stone and he caught the little pebble between two fingers. Finally, it looked like he was losing his cool. He took a sharp breath and moaned. His moan was hushed but horny. It sounded loud in the deserted corridor. I pressed my mouth on his and lost myself in the heat of his tongue. Burning lust consumed me. I could only think of his large hard-on and how to get my hands on it.

“Goddammit, I gotta go,” he said. He broke away and licked his lips. A wistful smile appeared on that beautiful face of his. I waited. He was still holding my breast. His erection was still pressed against my body. But then he took a deep breath and relaxed against me. He kissed me again, but this time delicately. He closed his eyes. Savored the taste of us.

His eyes were still closed, his mouth was still on mine. He mumbled, “I have meetings at two. I really can’t get out of them. The rest of my day is gone.” He rested his forehead against mine. He asked, “When will you be back in Brussels?”

With this, I returned to reality. I went over my calendar in my head.

“This Friday,” I proposed, “I have to be at the Pullman Hotel in Brussels Midi. Is that something you can work with?”

He nodded and took only a second to reply. “I will get a room there,” he said.

“You’d do that?” I asked, searching his eyes.

“Sure,” he said, “but make sure you show up, otherwise I’ll invite some other woman to the room.” He was teasing me, but somehow appeared quite serious as well.

“I’ll be there," I said, “I'll get there by eleven.”

“I will wait for you in the lobby,” he said. With that, he leaned over one last time and kissed me goodbye. His tender lips lingered a few moments and then disappeared, leaving only the touch of cold air. He rearranged his pants while pulling away from me and walked down the hallway without looking back.

~~~

I texted him when the train pulled into the train station. The last couple of days had gone by in a haze. I'd hardly slept. I only thought of him. But I was reluctant to use his number, so we hadn’t been in contact. After three days it seemed like it had all been a dream and that I had imagined our secret date.

He read the message but didn’t reply. Would it be awkward to see him again? Could he be as handsome as I remembered him to be?

I spotted him in the lobby. A beautiful stranger. A Russian supermodel. Stunning. He was sitting on a sofa checking his cell phone; one long leg nonchalantly crossed over the other. He wasn’t wearing a jacket so I assumed he had already checked into the hotel. I swallowed.

“Hey you”, I said, approaching him and unbuttoning my winter coat. “Have you been waiting long?”

“No, no,” he replied and got up. He immediately towered over me and looked me up and down. “Good to see you”, he said and smiled. He took my head in his hands and kissed me. At once his intoxicating smell came over me. His lips tasted like lemon. He kissed me unhurriedly and as carefree as the first time. His hands disappeared under my coat, I put mine on his chest. We stood there kissing in the hotel lobby, lost for a minute. Then our lips gently parted. We opened our eyes and beamed at each other. He gestured.

“Let’s get a drink first.”

He picked a booth in the hotel bar and ordered two glasses of white wine. He asked me what I had going on in the hotel and I told him it was a training demo.

“Is it something you can skip?” he asked. He raised his eyebrows, causing his forehead to frown.

“No, unfortunately I have to go show my face,” I said, knowing full well how this limited our time together.

“And what a lovely face it is,” he said softly, his Russian accent strong and seductive. He was sitting next to me in the booth. His body was hot and close to me. His long legs entwined with mine. With both hands he held my face again, long fingers curling around my ears and in my hair. His thumbs caressed my cheekbones as he pulled me closer. He covered my face with kisses and then took me in his arms. Our mouths were glued together, our tongues danced around each other. The taste of his kisses and the smell of his body drove me insane. He slipped his hand under my shirt and was surprised to find me braless. I felt his mouth open up in a grin as he kept on kissing me. He grabbed my breast with a warm hand and sucked on my bottom lip.

We were interrupted by the waiter bringing our wine. We unhooked ourselves and took a breather. He lifted his glass of wine in the air. He saluted with a provocative expression on his handsome face. After a few sips, he leaned over.

“Did you think of me?” he asked, feigning modesty and peering at me through his gorgeous lashes.

I nodded, “The whole time.” Rolling my eyes I admitted, “It was kinda ridiculous.”

I wasn’t lying. He had been on my mind nonstop and I had been very distracted. We drank our wine, but he wasn’t done asking questions.

“Did you masturbate thinking of me?” he said in a much lower voice. His eyes searched mine. I blushed at him, though I liked the way he was thinking.

“Yes. I did," I lowered my voice as well.

“Tell me how,” he said. He swallowed in anticipation.

“I don’t know… You know, at night in bed. Next to my husband when he’s sleeping.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Next to your husband?” he repeated. “He doesn’t notice?”

“No, I don’t think so.” I shrugged. “I don’t care. I do it all the time. I mean, I have to be very quiet of course, and I can’t move around. But it’s no big deal.”

He ate it up. His eyes looked straight into mine.

I continued, ”You made me really horny that day. I couldn’t stop dreaming of being with you. I fantasized about it. About kissing you again. About having sex with you in the hotel room. And as I imagined you on top of me, I fingered myself.” I nodded at him, “Yes, thinking of you. But you know, a finger is not the same as a cock. It’s just not the same.” He licked his lips. I saw how he touched himself through his pants.

His turn. “You?” I asked.

He pursed his lips. “At the conference, before I went to my meetings, I had to jack off because of you,” he said matter-of-factly.

I pictured him in the men’s room, in a stall or maybe at the urinals, jerking off to me. Pumping his hard cock, his eyes closed, leaning against the wall. The mental image was a major turn-on.

He continued, ”At home, I like to sit in my easy chair. And I often jack off at my desk,” he motioned obviously, “because of the computer.”

I looked at his big hands and imagined them holding his cock. He saw me looking and jokingly made a jerk-off gesture. It was kind of obscene but also really arousing. It made us laugh. It was easy to have fun with this man. He grabbed my hands. He pulled them down to his crotch so that I could feel how eager he was.

Again we kissed, but this time with a feverish energy. Pressing our tongues together, biting our lips, clicking our teeth with an urgency we hadn’t felt before. We were the only two people in the world. He lowered a hand and let it rest between my legs. I put my mouth to his ear and whispered to him, “I want you inside me.”

“Alright, let’s go,” he said.

~~~

In the elevator riding up to his floor, he drew me to him and we hugged. I loved how calm and composed he was. We were both very turned on. Our lips were red and shiny from making out, our shirts untucked from feeling each other up at the bar. Still, we held each other with patience and poise, except he was of course hiding his erection between us.

In the room he walked me backwards to the bed. Standing at the edge of the bed, we took off our tops and threw them on the ground. Goosebumps appeared on both our bodies. My nipples pointed towards him. His chest was covered in dark hair trailing all the way to his groin. I followed its path with my fingers and teased the edge of his pants. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped. My fingers sneaked inside his boxershorts. His shoulders gave an involuntary jerk at my fingers on his penis. I sucked in my breath as I felt how hard and ready he was. His cock was long, its skin soft to the touch. I gave it a few strokes up and down.

With a little head movement towards the bed he made me let go of it. He stepped out of his clothes and I pulled mine down as well. He pressed his naked body against mine, pulling me in his arms, holding me tight for a minute. The promise of his embrace made me dizzy with excitement. I closed my eyes and hid in his arms. There was no place I’d rather be.

He lifted my chin so that I would look straight up at him. Gentle eyes requested my consent. I nodded yes. His face wrinkled into a cute smile and he kissed me on the nose. We got on the bed and made ourselves comfortable. We twisted our legs together and he leaned over me. His hands were all over me again, caressing, discovering. How was this real? Who did I have to thank for having this gorgeous Russian stranger brush his fingers and beard all over my body?

He kissed my breasts with an eager mouth. He sucked on a nipple as he cupped my pussy with his right hand. He explored between my legs and groaned when he discovered my wet anticipation. He slipped one finger in, then two, then three. Moist covered his hand and dripped on the sheets of the bed. He lifted his head and came up to kiss me. His beard tickled, his lips sucked on my tongue.

Carefully he got on top of me. His mouth still covered mine, but his hands moved up the bed, and his biceps appeared beside my head. As he shifted on the bed, the tip of his cock suddenly pressed against me. I spread my legs to welcome him in. He entered me at a slow pace. We kept on kissing, his tongue strong in my mouth, while he pushed his length inside me. He filled me up as I hadn’t been filled up before. His cock slowly backed out and filled me up again. It was sublime, but I was on edge. Even though his moves were controlled, I could feel how his thrusts came dangerously close to hurting me. He lifted his head to check my response.

“You’re so big,” I said and I hated myself for saying it. His expression confirmed that he must hear it all the time. But it was true, dammit.

“Careful,” I whispered, but I was already getting used to his size. My juices flowed and I desperately wanted him to continue.

He slid smoothly in and out of my pussy, focusing on the sensations his movements evoked. A low rumble rose from his chest and vibrated through his rib cage.

“Baby, this is so good,” he moaned. As he kept driving his cock inside me, I realized it wasn’t going to take much longer for me to finish. Indeed, his steady pushes against my clit and deep into my core brought me to the brink in no time. I clamped onto him and came hard. I threw my head back in the pillows and let the waves of pleasure wash over me. I panted and cried out as I was coming. He stared at me intently during my orgasm. I couldn’t read his expression, but he moved along with me and skillfully added to my bliss. When my muscles finally relaxed, I drew him even closer to me and nuzzled his neck. I inhaled his aroma and was in heaven.

He turned us over and maneuvered me on top of him without slipping out. In this position his cock pushed uncomfortably deep inside me. I leaned on his chest and moved up. Curling my back and squeezing my thighs, I forced his long cock almost out and then took all of him in again. I watched him closely to see how he liked it. His handsome face showed me that he loved what we were doing. I started riding him faster, bending over, pulling up my knees. He closed his eyes and bared his teeth. It wouldn’t be much longer; I sensed that he was almost there.

And yes, all of a sudden he sat upright and grabbed hold of me. With his powerful hands on my shoulders he shot his load into me. He pushed me down onto him as he bucked up. My nipples rubbed against his chest as he rose. It was intense and aggressive. His orgasm rippled through his body as well as mine. He moaned in my ear. A mesmerizing sound I will not lightly forget.

He took his time to settle down afterwards. He caressed my head and held me as he grew smaller inside me. I felt his sperm drip out of my pussy as his cock slipped out of my body. He kissed me again. He tasted salty and his lips were dry. I wet them with my tongue and kissed him back. We got in the bed together and hugged under the covers. I listened to the slow drum of his heart. We dozed off a bit.

“You do this often?” I asked him after a while. We were both looking at the ceiling.

He didn’t reply immediately. He sighed and said, “It happens.” Turning his head to me, he asked, “What about you? Do you go around jumping in bed with every guy you meet?” It was unfair of him to say this and he knew it. A tension was building between us, and not the good type of tension.

“Not often enough,” I said coldly, “maybe I should.” I detached myself from his arms and looked around the hotel room. “So are you going to bring some other woman here?”

He leaned on his elbow. “No,” he insisted, “Come on! Is that what you think of me?” I shrugged. He was allowed to do anything he wanted. I wished I didn’t care.

But I was hurting. It pained me that I had to leave, that he wasn’t mine, that I didn’t know when I’d see him again. It made me regret meeting him. He stared at me pensively and figured it all out in a heartbeat. He pulled me back to his chest and put his lips on my hair.

“I’m only a phone call away,” he reassured me, “only a phone call away.”

“You wanna have sex?” he asked.

I looked at this big bear of a man and laughed in the face of danger.

“Sure.”

~~~

We stayed at the same business hotel in Prague. He caught my eye at breakfast. If you’d see him, you’d understand. Completely my type. Macho, yet domesticated. He was about ten years older; he had dark hair and a bushy beard without a trace of grey. He may not have been conventionally good-looking, but I for one found him very attractive. He was a big man. Like an athlete or a bodybuilder, you know. His bulky body wasn’t meant for the business suits he was wearing. He was handsome enough in them, but he’d be way hotter in jeans. He looked like the kind of guy who wears a baseball cap backwards and who gets his hands dirty. A man’s man.

The first two mornings he showed up at breakfast after me. Both times he chose a seat close to me. I showed my appreciation by flashing him a flirty smile when we made eye contact. We checked each other out, but nothing more. He always seemed in a hurry as well.

The third day I arrived later than him. Out of habit or curiosity I decided to take a table in front of him. He greeted me with a nod and a sexy wink. It made me blush. God, was I already hot for him?

A little later he was at the coffee machine as I joined the line. He turned to me.

“Let me get your coffee,” he said. He sounded American. His voice was deep and hoarse.

He handed me a cappuccino. I usually don’t drink cappuccino, but clearly he thought I was the type of woman who did. That was okay, I valued the gesture and thanked him. He winked his sexy wink again. I went to my seat and tried to hide the excitement on my face.

Back at my table, I had my breakfast and enjoyed the view. I watched him move, I watched him eat, and I watched him check his phone. He knew I was staring, but didn’t seem to care. Twice he looked up at me, but only for a second. Then, just like the other days, he left quite suddenly. As he got up and moved his chair, I assumed he’d ignore me. But he didn’t. Walking past my table, he glanced sideways, and pursed his lips in something that looked like a kiss. He waved at me with two fingers.

~~~

It was late that night when I returned to the hotel. Walking past the windows, I saw him sitting at the bar. His reflexes were quick. He spotted me and beckoned me to join him as I was passing.

In the lobby, I faced the choice between the elevator and the bar. I should have taken the elevator to my room and called it a night. But of course, I chose to go to the bar.

He was sitting on a stool, a bottle of beer in his hands. His large body took up so much space. In the dim light he looked a bit scary. He gestured at the empty chair next to him.

“What are you drinking?” he asked.

“White wine, please.”

“And another beer,” he said to the waiter, who was already attending us.

I checked his face for signs that he’d had too much, but couldn’t find any. He seemed more relaxed than this morning. He didn’t talk so I didn’t say anything, either. I was too tired for small talk anyway. Our drinks arrived. Without a word, he lifted his beer. I lifted my glass and we toasted. He took a sip from his bottle and licked the foam from his mustache. The tip of his pink tongue in his dark beard drew my attention and I stared at it. It turned me on. He noticed and grinned. Little wrinkles appeared around his eyes. It made him look playful and less scary.

He wasn’t wearing his jacket and his tie was undone. That white shirt looked real good on him. The light fabric defined the muscles in his arms and chest. One of his large hands lay on his thigh. I saw a wedding band on his finger, a solitary piece of jewelry. Again he noticed what I was looking at.

“You married?” he asked, breaking the long silence.

“Yeah,” I replied. I lifted my hand with the ring in the air. I assumed he was as well, so I didn’t ask.

He took another large gulp from his beer, put the bottle on the counter, and got up from his chair. Unhurriedly he rolled up his sleeves, exposing hairy and beefy arms. He scratched his head and his beard. Standing close to me, he was huge and imposing. He smelled delicious. His body radiated warmth. His crotch was right there. For me to touch if I wanted to. I wondered what he packed behind that zipper and got seriously aroused. He tilted his head, sizing me up. He took another sip and licked his lips while he kept his eyes fixed on mine. The sexual tension between us was palpable. To show him that I was game, I opened my legs and crumpled up my dress for him. Spreading my legs allowed him to get in between them, which he did. My breathing picked up and my heart skipped a beat. He placed his hands on my bare thighs and leaned over. His weight pushed me down on the chair, his face hovered in front of mine. I closed my eyes and waited for him to kiss me.

He explored my lips with a slightly opened mouth before I felt his tongue. Then he was all over me. It was hot and wild and oh so good. I tasted beer and temptation and got lost in his mouth. I grabbed his massive arms while his hands moved under my dress and up my legs. We kissed and moaned, oblivious to the strangers around us. In a country far from home, in a place where no one cared. After a while, he pulled back. I winced when his lips left mine. I wanted to kiss more. I wanted more. 

“You wanna have sex?” he asked.

I looked at this big bear of a man and laughed in the face of danger.

“Yeah,” I said.

~~~

We went to his room. I don’t think I would have gone through with it if he had wanted to go to mine. It felt  awkward now, walking next to him in those long hallways, reading the room numbers we passed.

He had some sort of executive suite. We passed two seperate sitting areas before we got to the bedroom. He hadn’t spoken a word since we left the bar, but his body language was unmistakable. He went straight for my clothes. I helped him take off my dress to make sure nothing ripped. When I was naked, he took my hand and directed me to the bed. There he kissed my neck and felt me up. Large burning hands touched my back and my butt, my breasts and my hips.

I stopped him when he got to the naughty parts. He had to get naked, too. I unbuttoned his white shirt and peeled the sleeves off his muscular arms. I sat on the bed and unzipped his pants to see what he packed. A heavy circumcised penis appeared, half-stiff and sensitive to my touch. I took it in my mouth and felt it grow to twice its size. I sucked it. He ruffled my hair and arched his back and groaned. The tip of his cock dragged over my palate to the back of my throat. I was very wet and stained the bed with my juice. I focused on the weight of his penis on my tongue until he took it out. He got out of his pants and pushed me backwards onto the bed.

Het got on top of me. His silhouette loomed large over me in the dark bedroom. He was the epitome of strength and power. His hand slid down to my pussy and he dipped his fingers inside. His eyes flashed up at me as he touched my wetness – a reaction I was used to. A horny smirk came over his face. With his hand between my legs, he guided his cock to my pussy. Ah, the magnificent pressure of that cock entering my body! The glorious sensation of his meat pushing its way in me. He grunted when he got deep inside me. He pulled his hand up to my breasts and started thrusting. Squeezing my tit, he bent over and kissed me hard. He shoved his tongue in my mouth as he was shoving his cock in my cunt. Man, this was good. Then he did something out of the ordinary. He slipped his hand under my ass and lifted me up to meet his thrusts. The position forced my clit against his hard abdomen. He moved our bodies in time and it was goddamned perfect. I started moaning “Yes” over and over again. I came hard. Of course I came hard.

His hand went from my ass to my tit again. He was going strong while I was coming. When I finished, I was so wet that his cock kept slipping out. He adjusted his position and pulled up my legs. I surrendered to his command. My stretched legs lay against his chest and he sat on his knees. He held me by the shins, closed his eyes, and pounded into me. I pulled a pillow under my head so that I could have a better look at him. His expression was largely hidden by his beard, but his rhythmic grunts were music to my ears. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. I caressed my nipples and enjoyed the show. Then he opened his eyes and searched mine.

“I wanna come on your face,” he said. His voice was so low I could hardly hear him.

“Okay,” I nodded.

He was getting there. I could feel his muscles tense up, but his speed was dropping. He pulled out and grabbed his penis by the tip. He pushed my legs aside and moved up my body. Still on his knees, he straddled my breasts and pumped his cock in front of my face. Which made me ridiculously horny again. His pumps got slower and after a few long, hard strokes over his cock, he came on my face.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

The first shots of sperm landed on my forehead and eyelids. Then he moved closer to me and unloaded on my cheeks. He was moaning heavily and I reveled in his pleasure. He kept milking himself and sperm kept coming out. Finally, he smudged the last few drops on my chin and fell to the side.

I was covered with his cum, so I got out of bed in search of the bathroom to go clean myself. When I returned, he was laying still on the bed, eyes closed and breathing slowly. For a moment I didn’t know what to do next. He seemed to sense it and woke up drowsily. He patted the bed next to him. I got in and we cuddled for a while. Still, I only stayed for another half hour or so. Then I got my clothes and left. He had fallen asleep again and continued sleeping without moving.

~~~

The next morning I didn’t see him at breakfast. I flew home later that day.

They told me he was connected to the Emirati Royal family, so I called him my Arabian prince.

I was giving training in Abu Dhabi to a group of nuclear security specialists and nuclear engineers. All participants were wearing the traditional Emirati dress. The men wore white Kanduras with white Ghutras or red-checkered Shemaghs. The women wore black Abayas.

He was one of the nuclear engineers attending the course. Handsome as fuck. His golden brown skin and meticulously trimmed ring beard stood out, even among the other golden hued and stylishly trimmed men. To me, he was by far the most attractive man in the group. Lucky for me, he also took a liking to me. He didn’t hide his attraction. By the second day his interest in me was obvious to my colleagues. He kept seeking eye contact with me. He only engaged in the discourse when I was lecturing. And he praised me excessively in comparison to the other trainers. During each break, he came up to talk to me. He served me drinks, lingered around just a bit too long, and often put his hands on me as he spoke. And I let him. I couldn’t help myself.

Our team leader was an unfazed American who’d been around the block a few times. He caught my Arabian prince flashing me yet another wink and flirty smile. His face betrayed just how funny he found the imprudence. He raised his eyebrows, elbowed me, and grinned.

“Looks like you have a fan over there. You two should get a room.”

I ignored his insinuations and poorly hid the effect my admirer had on me. The feeling was mutual, of course. I had already fantasized about the prince and wanted to be with him. I wished he’d be a bit more discreet about his adoration, though, seeing that we weren’t supposed to act on our impulses. But the fire of my desire had been irreversibly ignited. 

~~~

On the third day at lunch time, two nice ladies dressed in black came to find me. They kindly asked me to follow them without further explanation. Since people were either eating or going out, nobody paid attention to my departure, not even my nosy team leader.

We took an elevator to a higher up floor in the skyscraper. Taking a number of turns, and walking past a few open plan offices, we ended up in front of an indistinct door. One of the ladies opened the door for me. When I entered the room, they closed the door behind me and disappeared.

My Arabian prince stood by the window, but came over to me as soon as he heard me come in. He was still dressed in the customary white attire, his face dark against the bright light behind him. As he approached, I sensed his excitement and knew exactly what was going to happen. He took my hands and looked at me with respect and admiration. His brown eyes were deep and warm. They glowed with expectation in the unlit room. His handsome face took my breath away. He smiled at me, his lips red and moist.

“Please allow me to kiss you,” he said without bothering with pleasantries.

Instead of answering him, I moved my face towards him and touched my lips against his. I closed my eyes as I welcomed the wondrous sensations of his mouth against mine, his beard against my skin, his heat thawing any and all reservations that I still had. He kissed me carefully at first, but soon his embrace picked up urgency. His hot tongue sizzled in my mouth. He tasted like coffee and smelled of cinnamon. His kisses were delicious. After the first tentative moments, he took hold of my face with both hands. Delicate fingers caressed my temples and brushed my hair. I felt the itch to touch him, but didn’t know how. The long robe he wore was unfamiliar and intimidating. Even his face was largely covered, so I rested my hands on his chest. His heart was thumping below my palms. It was comforting to me that he seemed as overwhelmed as I was.

I hummed as we kissed and he moved his hands over my shoulders, down my back. When he reached the hem of my pants, he slid his hands inside and onto my ass. Each hand grabbed an ass cheek and then he pulled me against his body. The robe couldn’t hide the hard-on I felt pressing against my mount. I opened my eyes and looked him right in the face. He also had his eyes open and smiled. 

“You like this?” he asked. I smiled back at him. I sure did. He kissed me again. The power of his tongue and the weight on my ass had me soaking my panties. We felt each other’s hunger. He lifted his Kandura. He took my hand and guided it under the robe. I blindly followed his lead. First, I felt a loose pair of pants being pulled down. I sensed the texture of boxer shorts and then I felt his cock. It was a good-sized penis, hard as rock, pointing fiercely upwards. I explored it longingly from top to bottom. The balls were hairless and soft as baby skin. The tip was wet and jumped at my strokes.

He moved us to the couch in the office, a low and stylishly upholstered piece of furniture. He sat down on it and hoisted his robe up to his waist. He urged me on my knees and before I knew it, I had his erection in my mouth. He exhaled sharply at the sensation. He put his hand on my head without applying pressure. I drank it in and savored his cock with my lips. I licked the shaft, but couldn’t reach the balls. I swirled my tongue around its tip and kissed it teasingly. Then I took it all in and pushed it as far up my throat as I could. He moaned loudly and scratched my head. I held on to his thighs and moved one hand up to his stomach. After some deep shoves, he reached his point of no return. I kept going as I felt him burst in my mouth and throat. He moaned some more and thrust his hips up to me. I sucked him dry and swallowed every load. When his cock lay limp on his lap, I got up and sat down next to him. Immediately, he kissed me again and got to taste his cum in my mouth.

“I want more. I want so much more,” he said breathlessly. “Let me take you out tonight. Come with me. Please say yes,” he pleaded. His exotic accent made it sound even more alluring.

I told him I would go with him. He seemed delighted and started rearranging his clothes. His cock disappeared in his pants and under the Kandura. We got up from the couch, all sweaty and disheveled.

We had to return to the course. He kissed me tenderly and left. I refreshed in the bathroom, but failed to hide the effects of sexual action on my face. My lips were swollen, my cheeks flushed with excitement, my skin raw from friction. It was impossible to concentrate with him in the audience. Though he was playing it a bit more cool now, drawing less attention to the both of us.

~~~

After class, one of the ladies was waiting for me once more. This time she took me to the parking garage down below. There was a Hummer limousine waiting for me; the woman gestured to the car. The door swung open and I got in. The inside of the long car was a revelation. White leather couches adorned the sides of the vehicle with a large and well supplied bar as centerpiece. My prince was sitting comfortably on the opposite side of the car door, two glasses of champagne in his hands. This was looking really good. I slid next to him on the leather and accepted a glass. We clinked as the car drove off.

“Hungry?” he asked me.

“Only for more of you,” I said honestly. I couldn’t eat. Not when I was this horny.

He liked that answer. He pushed a button and said something in Arabic over the intercom. Probably instructions for the driver. He finished his champagne and put the glass down.

“I am going to show you something,” he said. Reaching up his hands, he untied his headwear. He took off his white Ghutra to reveal a most luscious head of hair. Coal black curls appeared, laying snug against his skull and forehead. I audibly gasped. His hair was beautiful. It was the most beautiful hair I had ever seen up close. I bit my lips and felt a bit shy when I asked, “Can I touch?”

He grinned. He put my hands on his head and kissed me. I combed through his thick and silky hair as we kissed passionately and drove through Abu Dhabi. The most exquisite of senses immersed me - his tongue in my mouth, his aroma in my nose, his soft curls in my hands. As I lost myself in his hair, he unbuttoned my blouse. He had to stop kissing me to focus on my bra. He unhooked it and we took it off together, you know, through the sleeves of my blouse. We flung it somewhere in the car and I didn't see it again after that. He cupped my breasts and held them gently. When he kissed my nipples, I reached for his gorgeous curls again. I buried my face in them and inhaled. My body was ready for sex.

~~~

The car slowed down and turned. We entered private property through a guarded gate. It was a walled estate with several beautiful buildings scattered around a main mansion. The long driveway was decorated with fountains and palm trees and vases. The Hummer drove us to a smaller building to the left of the mansion and parked out front. When the driver opened the door, we didn't bother to button up. My prince kept his locks out in the open and I left my blouse undone. I did cover my breasts with one arm, but only as a reflex.

The little villa we entered was quite sensational. A luxurious one-bedroom place with high ceilings and big windows. We walked through the entrance into a fancy sitting room. Flowers and fluffy pillows invited us to relax. You could see into the bedroom area from there. A large bed loomed in the distance, calling out our names. He took two bottles of mineral water from a small fridge so that we could hydrate. Then we went straight to the bedroom. There was a terrace overlooking the garden. On the side was a passage to a spacious bathroom embellished with gold and marble.

He motioned to the shower and started taking off his clothes. So I followed suit. He draped his long white robe carefully over a chair. Underneath, he was dressed in comfy white pants and a white shirt. He smoothly pulled the shirt over his head and then took off his pants. His naked body was a sight to behold. Golden brown all over, lean and sinewy, tufts of black hair on his chest. His handsome cock hung patiently against a bed of curls, stirring slightly once in a while. When I was undressed, he took my hand and twirled me against him in a warm and sweaty embrace. We French kissed and his cock jumped up against my thigh.

“Let’s get in the shower,” he said. It was an enormous, white marbled walk-in shower with two rainfall shower heads and benches on both sides. It was at least three meters wide and could easily fit four people. The water was the perfect temperature and the pressure was heavenly. There was an amazing selection of soaps and shampoos on the wall. He chose a scent and lathered the creamy soap on my body. With a spongy cloth he cleaned me all over, caressing my body with love and respect. When he brushed my breasts, I tried to reach out to him, but he evaded my hands and gave all his attention to me. When he opened my legs and washed between my folds and vaginal lips, his cock became hard and erect. Still, he didn’t let me touch him. He shushed me when I wanted to do anything but accept his indulgence. So I let him. Gladly. He finished by washing my hair, lathering the fragrant shampoo gently over my scalp and rinsing with the utmost care.

I stood there under the warm water, pampered and relaxed, while he continued showering. He washed his gorgeous hair, slicking it all back on his head. He cleaned his body with soap and a loofah. He rubbed his erection under the shower. It was hot, but he touched himself only a little bit. Then he turned off the tap and handed me a fluffy towel to dry myself with. What a perfect moment of wellness after a long work day.

While we were showering, someone had brought green tea to the room. Man, I could get used to this lifestyle. We drank some of the tea and then he invited me to the bed. I made myself comfortable in the middle and he got between my legs. With the towel he finished padding me dry and admired my vagina. I was glad I shaved not too long ago and felt it was in mint condition. He kissed the inside of my thighs and worked his way up. When his tender lips, and especially his hot tongue, touched my very intimate parts, I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure he gave me. He licked between my lips and sucked on my clit and expertly added a few fingers in the mix. He knew exactly where to lick and what to suck. It was the most amazing oral satisfaction I had in years and I reached an orgasm in no time. I bucked my hips up to his mouth and arched my back in ecstasy. It was very intense, but my pussy screamed out for cock.

By then, he was finally ready to enter me. He was very eager by now and I was extremely wet. 

~~~

Afterwards, we had dinner together and I spent the night with him.

And the following nights.

But that’s a story for another time.