Page 41 of Under the Arabian Sky

His gaze did not leave mine as he heeled off his boots then slipped both thumbs under the waistline of his ezar at the hips and slid the underskirt down his thick legs. As he stepped out of it his hard cock stood thick and horizontal, brushing against my own bulging crotch.

Without wasting a moment, he leaned down and took my left foot, then my right, in his hands and eased off my boots. He placed them aside and stood upright again. Then, sliding his hands under the hem of my skirt, he slowly slid my ezar down, releasing my aching manhood which stood upright, a bead of pre-cum already giving away my desperate need for him.

As the sun beat down, our naked bodies began to sweat and our skin shimmer.

He lowered me back down onto the sand, the desert making a bed for me, my body absorbing the warmth of the earth like the roots of a tree drawing water from the soil. There on the sand, his naked body pressing against mine, his lips tasting mine, I felt more alive, more liberated, than I had ever felt before.

There we were, two souls making love in the sand, stripped bare of everything but our longing for one another, with nobody to watch us or judge us or stop us from exploring every inch of each other’s bodies.

I traced my finger up his abs to his nipples.

He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my neck.

We caressed each other’s cock, gasping with every squeeze and stroke.

“I want you,” I whispered, my lungs beginning to burn with desire. “I want you inside me.”

Tariq didn’t answer with words. He simply reached over to the pile of crumpled clothes and pulled a condom from a pocket in his ezar. He tore it open and replaced the ripped wrapper in the pocket of his underskirt, then, kneeling over me, he rolled the condom onto his hard thick dick.

He drenched his fingers with his precious saliva and reaching between my thighs he lubed my arse.

I moaned but didn’t take my eyes of his handsome face, the sun blinding in the sky behind him, until his muscular form eclipsed that ball of fire in the sky and his manhood pushed its way inside me.

I bit my bottom lip.

I wrapped my arms around him.

I took him in, every inch of him, and let him rock me in the cradle of his love.

I pressed my palms against the desert on either side of my body and clenched my fists. The sand ran through my fingers like water.

I felt the earth fill me with its energy, then, with a cry of ecstasy, I felt Tariq fill the condom with his seed.

As he did so, I released my own jet of white hot fluid, spools of cum spilling over my stomach and trickling down my sides into the thirsty sands.

Tariq held me tight as he squeezed the last drops of cum from his body.

Then, panting and trembling with bliss, his frame went limp on top of mine, his heartbeat pounding against my chest and his perspiration seeping into my skin.

There in the desert, our naked bodies lay as one on the sand, joined to one another and to the earth, as the mystical desert breeze blew gently over us.

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While we were busy making love at the top of the dune, that mystical breeze had turned mischievous, blowing sand around the tyres of the Jeep.

“We’ll never get it out of there,” Tariq said, squatting beside the vehicle. We were both dressed in our kanduras and ready to leave, but nature had other plans.

Tariq opened the back door of the Jeep. “Did you bring your theodolite?”

“Yes, it’s in my daypack.”

He pulled out my theodolite, then returned to the crest of the dune.

I followed him, my feet sinking in the sand with every step to the top. “What are you doing?”

Tariq put the theodolite to his eyes and used it as a telescope. “I’m looking for help. I’m pretty sure there’s a Bedouin camp around here, I just hope it’s not too far.” He stopped scanning the horizon and tightened the focus on the instrument. “Ah, there it is.”

He handed me my tool of the trade and pointed. “Over there. Can you see that wisp of smoke rising up behind that dune?”

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