This is my true story. I never would have imagined that this would happen to me; not even in a billion years, and under no circumstances.
I am a middle aged man of bad physical appearance. I am at least thirty-five pounds overweight and very uninteresting! I might have been pleasant looking about twenty years ago but now I am a shadow of what I once was. I have lines under my eyes, my hair is slightly thinning and I rarely smile. I am however six-foot three inches tall. I am also Muslim and quite religious and seem to treat everything pleasurable with a feeling of guilt!
I never had any sexual adventures in my life. In fact, I lost my virginity to the woman I am currently married to, one night after our wedding. I never looked outside our marriage and never even thought about it.
But then two years ago, our life started becoming very boring. Since we married very early in our lives, our children were all grown and left our home for work abroad. My twenty-four year old son moved to America while our twenty-two year old moved to England.
Although my wife always treated me with respect, there was never affection in our wedding and after our kids moved out she began being a little abusive, as well. She would often argue with me for the sake of arguing until it was starting to become unbearable. Then at one point, I lost my job and that was when things started to get really bad. Her attitude became almost violent, so something had to be done.
Luckily I found a job in Dubai a couple of months after losing my job so I moved out. I asked her to come with me but she had a government job, here in Cairo, with a very good position so she declined with the logic that a separation may be healthy for our marriage. I did not attempt to argue with her and just left off to Dubai from Egypt.
I was pleasantly surprised to find out that my work had arranged for very nice accommodation for me in a beautiful high-rise building on Dubai's most prominent road; Sheikh Zayed Road. The apartment was on the twenty-ninth floor and enjoyed a spectacular view of Burj Khalifa; the world's tallest building -- although it was yet to have been completed. The apartment had three balconies, three bathrooms and two giant bedrooms and a huge living area. I was relieved, to say the least! Best of all, this was probably one of the very few high-rises in Dubai with a Mosque right behind it -- wow -- I could perform my prayers in the mosque, daily.
Those who have been to Dubai will know what I mean when I say that Dubai turned out to be an adult's playground! Hotels, nightclubs, bars, massage parlors; you name it, they have it, in total abundance. But I was a good man; home to work and back and that was it with the occasional trip to the movie theatre and that was it.
I was having trouble keeping the apartment clean so a friend of mine, from Egypt, that I met by coincidence in a mall suggested hiring a house maid. He told me that he was returning to Egypt and that his maid will have two vacant days in her week and needed work. I agreed and we set a time for her to come and meet me.
She came to my house on a Saturday morning. Her name was Sara and she was southern Indian. She was very short, very dark and quite ugly; at first sight. She was the kind of person that you would never notice, whatever happened. She was shy and looked down at the floor as she spoke to me. I was glad she came because my flat needed work so I told her to go about her job and she did. And over the next few months, she came to my apartment on Tuesdays and Saturdays only.
One day I came home to find her sitting on the floor, crying. I asked her what had happened and she told me that she had just received a phone call telling her that her husband had just died a few minutes ago. And over the past few months of her employment with me I had noticed that she would often be bruised when she came over. I would ask her what happened and she would often just say "I slipped," or "I had an accident", or "I bumped onto something." But then once she really looked hurt and she finally admitted to me that her husband beat her up almost every day. As it turned out, he wasn't working and was an alcoholic and always took whatever money she had and bought booze with it. So, that day she told me that she will have to go back to India to bury him. She also told me that she had two daughters in university in India that she would need to check up upon and make sure they were ok. They were apparently staying with her mother and she was the one providing for them. At least now she could provide properly for them, I thought to myself.
The very next Thursday night after Sarah had left, I decided to go out for a meal, alone. I then when to visit a jazz-bar and came home very late, sober as I did not dare have a drink! Friday and Saturday was the weekend in Dubai so things were still very much in swing at around four in the morning. I decided I will not sleep but would wait for the dawn prayers and go to the mosque.
As I headed back into my building's entrance, I saw a beautiful English neighbor of mine, that I had seen once or twice before, stumbling into the building and heading for the elevator just at the same time I was. I held a step back and allowed her into the building first. She wobbled badly towards the elevators and walked right into the only one of the buildings four elevators, that was already available. I followed her in, thinking to myself that she had a few more drinks than she could handle; a common sight on a Thursday night in Dubai.
"Twenty-eighth, please," she painfully requested, in a nice, clean English accent.
"Sure," I replied, pressing on the button for the twenty-eighth. I then asked "Are you OK?"
She nodded then replied, "I have a cold and took some antihistamine and had a couple of glasses of red wine," she said, "I know it was stupid but I've done it before and nothing happened. Tonight it just went all wrong for me."
I nodded and remained silent. The elevator reached the twenty-eighth floor and as she was getting out, her high-heel slipped between the very narrow slit between the elevator and the floor of the building. Her heel must have been at least four inches high and very, very narrow at the base to have slipped through that crack. She stumbled heavily and let out a loud groan of pain and anguish as the heel snapped and she began to fall backwards towards me. I moved up a step and caught her from behind as she fell backwards into me. I held her for a second and then slowly guided her out of the elevator. She then stood herself up and turned to me to thank me but lost her balance again and began to fall. Again I caught her.
"Where is your flat?" I asked.
"It's 2805," she said.
I knew where that was because I was in 2905. So I guided her towards it and when we got there she opened her purse and looked for her keys. She didn't find them! She then took out her mobile phone and called a friend and asked him to pass by her house with her keys but it was obvious that he refused. After making a couple more calls with the same outcome, she looked at me and said "Well then, that's friends for you!" I offered to drive her to her friend's place where she had forgotten her keys but she declined saying that she was too tired.
I told her she could come and stay in an extra room I have until the morning when she could try and find her keys. She agreed so she leaned over, took her sandals off and entwined her arm into my arm and held my hand and apologized for needing to be supported. I led her to my apartment thinking how pleasurable holding her hand felt. If fact, it was so pleasurable I started feeling a slight tingle in my groins! Then she rested her head on my shoulder and we both stumbled along until we reached my place. I walked her in and led her to the extra bedroom and told her she could stay as long as she wanted. She asked if she could just sleep on my couch in front of the giant 56" TV and I said she could do whatever she wanted. I then got her a bag of Alca Seltzers and poured it onto half a glass of water and jokingly fed it to her against her will but she drank it. I then made her a cup of Nescafe and asked her if she needed anything else, but she said no and I went off to bed unable to take my mind off the feeling of pleasure I had felt as I held her hand and her tall, lean and very sexy body, in that skimpy and revealing aquamarine blue dress, press against mine.
I had been in Dubai for a year now and that night was the first night I had had a wet dream. I woke up two hours after I went to bed in a frenzy of orgasm and ejaculation. So I immediately ran to the bathroom, had a quick shower and went to see my temporary flat-mate! She was gone.
Then for the next two or three days, all I could think about was her! I went out and bought an electric massager and frantically masturbated with it until I had nothing left inside me!
On Monday night, about 8pm I had just returned from work and had my cold shower and had ordered Chinese take-out and was just about to start eating when my bell rang. I opened up and she stood there like a vision. She held a bottle of red wine in her left hand and extended her right hand to me. I softly took it and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and simply walked in without my permission.
"Someone hasn't learned her lesson, I see," I weakly attempted to be humorous.
"Well," she span around, extending her arms out as to show herself off to me, "someone doesn't have a cold anymore," she chuckled. "Sorry to barge in on you like this but I have to thank you. Can I sit down?"
"Sure you can, but I stopped drinking twenty years ago so you'll have to indulge alone. Are you hungry?"
