The air was fresh and cold as James and Jinni stepped from the water. A new moon shone between the cypress trees that ringed the house; night blooming shrubs illuminated the darkness with their perfume. Even after the evening's exertions, the sleek spheres of Jinni's pert derriere wriggling before his eyes as she climbed from the pool, caused his cock to twitch restlessly. She wrapped herself in a white towel held ready by one of the girls and strode silently into the darkness of the house. His eyes told him that her svelte shape vanished almost as soon as she passed through the doorway. Desire smoothed his unease and dismissed the thought as quickly as it occurred to him.
James stood motionless at the side of the pool as the two girls dried his lean muscular body with the softest of Egyptian cotton towels and then taking the thick fleecy robe offered by one of them, allowed himself to be placidly led into the interior. The lighting was low, but he could make out a profusion of colours and shapes crowding every inch of the sprawling mansion. Everywhere, low divans strewn with tasseled multi-coloured cushions, draped with embroidered silks. Flasks and bottles of cloisonne enameled glass and bronze, carved tables of dark wood inlaid with metals and mother-of-pearl. Beneath his bare feet, thick antique rugs blossomed and arabesqued with fantastic colours, formed a path leading him seductively onwards towards the woman of his dreams. Each of his hands held lightly by a pretty odalisque, lost in his voluptuous imaginings, he was drawn into a galleried hall, whose ornate curving staircase led steeply upward. A gentle breeze from the open door behind him wafted the scent of sandalwood and jasmine through the house as slowly he was shepherded up the stairs.
The heavy carved door of the first room was slightly ajar and soft yellow light spilled out into the otherwise darkened corridor. He was gently propelled inside. The bedroom was sumptuous, more lush, more colourful than his wildest, most sybaritic fantasies of Arabian nights. Perfumed candles burned in their dozens on every horizontal surface. The room was dominated by an elaborate carved and canopied four poster bed, it's ruched and embroidered hangings stirring gently in the same draft that swayed the multitude of candle flames. He looked and yet could not see Jinni. The sea-green satin of the counterpane was undisturbed. His gaze roamed over lacquered Chinese cabinets and intricately inlaid Qur'an chests that made up the furnishings of her boudoir.
On the far side of the room, a painted and carved screen was casually arranged to conceal a wide shadowy arch. As he took a step toward it, he saw movement. The sleek Burmese Blue walked from behind the screen, its short dense fur glistening like pewter, and after scrutinising him with vivid green eyes, sat and began to wash its paws and ears with quick, deft strokes of its small pink tongue. The cat paused, its attention diverted and James, following its gaze, saw Jinni's svelte form shimmy, or was it shimmer? into view, her skin gleaming, flickering pale gold in the candlelight. She was dressed in a translucent halter and harem pantaloons of white satin which seemed to have a pale mauve lustre. She held her arms low, but outstretched, the palms of her hands open in invitation. She smiled, her dark rouged lips glistening. His eyes met hers and were beguiled. To one side of her, the sheeny silk wall hangings rippled as though a breeze had passed over their bright silk blooms. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, prickling... a streamer of musky floral perfume drifted indolently past him. He drew in a deep breath, and was drawn towards her, forgetting his momentary unease, he began trying to memorise the exact scent of the flowers and spice and sensuality. He was almost unaware of his growing erection.
She stepped nimbly over the cat and into his arms. He caught a fleeting glimpse of her breasts, the nipples taut and dark through the iridescent satin, before she crushed them against his chest and began to pull his head down to her upturned face. They gazed into each other's eyes, hers glistening, half closed, lowered lashes accented, extended with kohl and so dark that he could not distinguish the blackness of her pupils from the brown of her irises. His, she thought were unique, she could see in his irises, a soft accumulation of flecks of green, brown and amber, which together gave his eyes their particular shade of brown but not quite brown. They kissed, James's tongue pushing smoothly between her lips and teeth to find her own pointed pink tongue oozing and flickering in search of his. He could feel the warmth of her from mouth to thigh and the mingled scents of her hair, skin, perfume and, as the kiss deepened, he thought he could feel and smell the moist heat of her pussy.
She snuggled against him, feeling his breath hot on her neck, his cheek rough against her temple. She savored the heat and thickness of his excitement, pressing against her belly as they kissed again. Desire racing like fire in her veins, she pushed him towards the bed. He sprawled backwards, eyes wide as he saw himself in the angled, tinted mirrors suspended inside the canopy. His erection enormous in her slender hand, she straddled him and let her slight weight settle on his upper thighs.
"I am doubly in your debt now James." She said, feeling his cock throbbing under her fingertips. "So much so, that I will grant you your heart's desire tonight. Is there some special thing I could do for you, my love?
He looked up at her, seeing the ripe curves of her breasts, the tumescence of her nipples outlined in the sheer satin of her transparent top a few inches away from his face, and even more shockingly sensuous, the reflection of her opulent rear and the gorgeous curves of her thighs, so pale against his muscular brown thighs. He knew then, what he wanted and just the thought of it almost caused him to come.
Jinni stretched out and squirmed her way up his body, her tongue and hands tracing small circles over his flat belly and muscular chest. Her fingers toyed with his nipples before she lowered her mouth to enclose one of them. He shuddered involuntarily, at the voluptuous sensations caused by her teeth. She looked into his half closed eyes and whispere;
"I could call Nadia, the elder girl...You have only to ask."
