My plane landed in Beirut in the middle of the night. It was hot and I was very tired after almost 20 hours of airports and planes.
Luckily my friend ( and local "fixer" ) was waiting for me and we drove into the center of Beirut. We had rented an appartement for a month which would serve as our "base of operations" and retreat from when we were not out and about covering different stories throughout this ( small ) country. I had been working as a freelance journalists for a very short time, before making this trip.
Arriving at the appartement we sat for maybe an hour having a couple of cold beers and just talked. I went to bed at about 06.00 o`clock, completely exhausted.
My friend had a few things to do the first half of the day, so I was free to "sleep in". He would come and wake me up, he said, sometime after 13.00 o`clock.
At about 11.00 o`clock I woke from the doorbell to the appartement constantly ringing.
I stumbled out of bed, in my underwear, and opened the door. My friend was standing in the hallway grinning mischievously, beside him stood a beautiful woman wearing a hijab, blouse and jeans looking to be in her mid forties.
They entered, my friend talking and making it very clear that he had to leave because he had "something important" to do. Me, I was still not quite awake, so I almost let him leave before I noticed that the woman didn`t give any sign of leaving.
He must have understood from my confused look that some explanation was needed, so he quickly told me: This was a friend of his, married to a policeman from his hometown and mother of four. She was not a prostitute, but she had always been curious about having sex with a foreigner...
You will be fine, he hurriedly told me, before he ( grinningly ) left the appartement so fast I did not have the chance to react.
What the hell, I mumbled to myself. This was all very strange, very unexpected and not at all something that had entered my mind before going to Lebanon. I was there to work. I also had my, very wrong, assumptions about muslim women and sexuality. Being confronted with a married, muslim woman who wanted to have sex with me simply because I was a foreigner was so surrealistic that I could not quite grasp the situation.
The woman was sitting in the "livingroom" couch and smiled somewhat shyly at me as I entered the room. I sat down in a sofa opposite her and after a few moments of embarrassed silence I tried, in english, to start a conversation. She showed absolutely no sign of understanding even one word. After trying italian and german she finally reacted when I resorted to my terrible french. Smiling she half spoke, half gestured whether she could use our toilet. Bien sûr, I smiled, very relieved that we`d made a small breakthrough on the communication front.
When she was in the bathroom I remember thinking "what next"? Normally I am far from shy in the company of ladies, but this particular situation had me as insecure as back in my teenage days of first, tentative interaction with girls.
She came from the bathroom and instead of returning to "her" couch she sat down next to me in the sofa.
Let me just pause here for a moment try to describe this woman a little better: As I said she looked to be in her mid forties and she had long dark hair ( though her hair had not yet come to my attention at that point ). Her face was beautiful. Dark brown eyes, full lips and she was almost without any makeup ( it was quite obvious she did not need any ). I`d say her face looked almost girlish, with an open and contagious smile never far away.
Her body was curvy and "full" in all the right places. She had a very sensuous way of moving and I admit to thinking this was one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid my eyes on.
So she now sat next to me smiling. I smiled back, of course, but must have looked even more like a fumbling teenage boy when she suddenly took my hand and placed it on her breasts. Once again I was taken aback by how events were unfolding. It felt too surrealistic and absurd. 15 minutes ago I was asleep, and now I sat in the sofa with an unknown beautiful woman and I was caressing her breasts.
Aimez-vous? she asked me, now with a serious face.
Before I managed to answer affirmative she took hold of my hand and getting up she gently led me to the bedroom. Once there, she turned around and started kissing me intensely. I had finally been able to "get my shit together" so her kiss was answered with passion and vigour. Now that I surrendered to the situation my experience and sexual instincts took complete and competent control. Holding her firmly while our kisses and caresses became more wild and hungry, I started undressing her. Her immediate response was one of eager and frantic assistance, so hijab,blouse,jeans and underwear were soon flying around the room.
A moment later I had to pause and catch my breath. Naked in front of me stood a goddess. Her gorgeous and full, long black hair had unfolded in perfect waves and two small and perky breasts were staring me in the face with their large dark nipples surrounded by modestly sized areolas. Her figure was curvy and smooth and her vulva was covered by short, dark hairs.
During this small interval, where she seemed both happy and even proud to let me enjoy the sight of her full beauty, I became acutely aware of the musky smell of her horniness. My eyes fell down to her vulva and there was no mistaking the glimmering droplets covering the small patch of hair.
Without taking my eyes off her I removed my underwear. She smiled playfully as she sat down unto the bed moving backwards away from the edge.
When I climbed into the bed she sat up and met me with a open mouthed kiss of impatient eagerness. I eased myself down on top of her as our tongues were "battling it out". She took a firm hold of my, now throbbingly hard penis, and said something in arabic which was not directed at me, but was clearly some appreciative message meant exclusively for my cock.
She started rubbing "me" while at the same time licking and biting my lips, all the time breathing heavily. I lay myself at my back, giving her easier access to the area she obviously now focused most of her attention on. The warmth of her mouth immediately enclosed my cock and I let out an uncontrolled sigh of pleasure at the intense sensation of her full lips sucking and licking my cock ferociously. Holding my cock in one hand she turned around smiling lazily and said something, again, in arabic ( it seemed as if she at this point had completely forgotten about our linguistic differences ). She stepped over my body, lowering her backside towards my face. Her wet pussy, lips engorged and parted like a flower opening up, filled my sight. The next I knew I had my tongue inside her, greedily indulging myself in her sweet juices.
She let out a loud moan, rambled something unintelligible before swallowing my cock again and blowing me as if her very survival depended on it.
Sucking and licking her clit, I started to notice the signs of a climax approaching. Intensifying my efforts it didn`t take many seconds before she let go of my cock and small sobs were heard, followed by spasmic tensing of muscles, uninhibited and sudden movements all ending in an unrestrained cry of pleasure. My mouth filled up with gushes of delicious orgasmic fluids, and instead of "disengaging" she just let me continue drinking and sopping up her sweet juices while she deliriously raved in arabic.
Suddenly she moved off me, turned around and smiled enthusiastically as she gripped my cock and gently lowered herself unto it. The instant bliss of deeply penetrating her warm and wet pussy almost made me cum spontaneously. She leaned down and I took one of her luscious nipples in my mouth, sucking it with a mix of gentleness and fervour. This just managed to bring me under some sort of control as she started pumping her hips fervently, propelling my cock in and out of her with increasing speed. As before I became aware that she was quickly moving towards a climax again and barely able to control myself I decided to just let all efforts to control the situation go out the window and cum together with her. It did not take long. We were both pumping our bodies into eachother wildly while our moans and cries became louder and increasingly unrestrained. Our dual and joyous explosions of orgasmic release was perfectly synchronized and I sincerely felt as if my body, my mind and my soul were one with this crazy, beautiful female riding me unto a level of physical pleasure I had never been close to experiencing before.
Afterwards we were laying next to eachother, speachless, sweating and both trying to catch our breaths unsuccessfully. The speechlessness was not a problem considering our mutual history of verbal communication ( of the previous half hour ). I tried to come to grips with the reality of what had just happened, but no matter how much I tried it simply did not sink in. The unexpected pleasures, sensations and the "realness" of the beautiful creature lying next to me smiling was too much. I would need more time.
As it happens I did not get the needed amount of time to "reflect" on this incident while in Lebanon. Not before I had been home in Norway for a few weeks. My first trip to Lebanon turned out to be so full of incidents, episodes, situations, sensations and experiences that it took me quite some time away from it all before I was able to "digest" it properly.
What happened next is a story for another time...