Chapter Four: Wet Dreams
Linda’s narrative
The sun had disappeared and the clear, bright stars had been lighting up the un-polluted sky above us for an hour or more when I spotted a grove of trees just to the left of the vehicles headlamps. I had been driving for about 2 hours and my mind had cleared from the affects of the beer and shit I had been smoking earlier but now I needed to pee. I eased the Land Rover to a halt beside the trees and slid from the seat. Curtis and Adele had started to nod off but the cessation of movement brought them back to their senses and they followed me from the vehicle to relieve their own bladders beneath the overhanging branches of the desert palms.
A brief discussion followed and it was agreed that we would make this area our overnight stop as none of us had any idea where we were. I had not seen a signpost since we had left the oasis and had no idea how far away from the small village, our original planned stop over, we were.
Two hours later we were lying together beneath the stars and our eyes were closing in readiness for the welcoming sleep we all needed. A hasty meal had been prepared on the camping stove and a final joint had been smoked before we huddled into our sleeping bags to dream the night away.
About 10 minutes passed as I tried to get to sleep but, as I had just started to drift off I heard Adele as she climbed from her sleeping bag and headed for the Land Rover. In the silence of the desert night I heard the low tones of the buttons on her mobile as each one was pressed and I heard her soft voice as she spoke, quietly, into the microphone. A moment later she returned and lay back down. I whispered to her in the dark and asked her who she had phoned. She told me she was worried in case a desert storm blew up and caught us unawares. She had phoned her friend in Rabat for a weather update but all was fine and calm weather was forecast. A short while later I heard her steady breathing and knew she had drifted off to sleep.
As I lay there staring up at Orion and marvelling at the clearness of the constellations my thoughts drifted back to the sexy nights the three of us had spent together since we had first met up with Adele at Rabat Airport. Tiredness had prevented us from fucking each other on this night and we had satisfied ourselves with a quick kiss from each other before retiring into the warmth of our sleeping bags. I thought I would drift off to sleep immediately but instead my mind was going over the sexy fun we had had together and my finger moved down to my panties and slid silently inside to touch the moist slit of my pussy.
Thoughts of Curtis’s cock ramming my cunt and arse lingered around my mind followed by the image of my friend Adele as she lay between my legs sucking on my clit whilst sending her fingers probing into the depths of my womanhood. My finger began to slowly rub the wetness that now began to seep from my slit and dampen my panties. My thoughts began to concentrate on Adele more than Curtis; and suddenly my mind latched on to the night, about a year previous, when Adele had introduced Curtis and I to her friend Howard.
It had been at a reception in the Strand Palace Hotel and we had all booked rooms with plans of lunching together the following day before making our way home.
As I stared blankly up at the billions of stars above me my mind retraced the events of that wonderful night when I had first felt Howard’s cock plummet into the depths of my mouth, arse and cunt.
My hand, increasing the movement inside my now wet panties, moved further under me and my finger slid, briefly, into the tiny hole of my arse; fucked it for a few moments and then returned to the wetness of my waiting pussy.
Howard was about 6 foot tall with slightly greying hair that served to add that ‘man of the world’ look to him. The moment Adele had introduced us I knew that I would have him between my legs before the night was out. I then spent the next hour flirting and dancing with him; ensuring I pressed my breasts hard against his chest, and my hips even harder against his groin, as we danced slowly around the floor.
In the ladies I told Adele how much I wanted to have him. She smiled that sweet, sexy smile at me and told me to go ahead. She would take Curtis back to her room and leave me free to get Howard back to mine. Although Curtis, Adele and myself had fucked together on several previous occasions I knew Curtis would jump at the chance of fucking the lovely Adele again; even if I wasn’t there to join in. Swingers that we were I informed Curtis myself that I was going to get Howard into my knickers before the night was out and that Adele was looking forward to feeling his rampant cock shafting her tight arse and pussy again. He had just smiled at me, kissed me briefly, and told me to have fun.
It was during the next dance that I whispered my room number to Howard, smiled sexily at him, and left the dance floor and headed up to my room. I knew Howard was watching my every step as my long legs, covered in white stockings beneath a short, pale blue dress, wiggled seductively towards the door.
I heard the knock on the door and silently opened it.
Howard went to say something, but I put my finger to my lips to stop him. I took his arm and pulled him in to the room, closing and locking the door behind him. I pushed him against the wall and kissed him. His hands went to my body. I was dressed in a silk gown. He stopped not knowing if anybody else was in the room. I looked into his eyes and took his hand and lead him in to the bedroom.
Without closing the door I turned, and much against my character, I took the initiative and flung my arms around his body; pulling him hard and tight into me.
My tongue invaded his mouth, its stiffness mirroring his own hardness as it darted and probed, teasing, promising.....My tongue...My body... I let him know that they were his for that night
Adrenaline began coursing through him, blotting out any feelings of morality and humanity as I pressed against him, pushing against him as though I were the man and he the woman. My ferocity excited him, challenged him. The delicious foreplay from the dance floor had goaded him, taunted him even. Now he wanted me to pay - I needed to pay.