David Ingram - Hot pants bride

"Just almost?"

"Yeh, almost, or I'd make you put on a bra. Wear those long, dangly ear rings, those Arabs like that kind of shit."

Beth wasn't surprised when the Arab with barrels of money turned out to be Abdul Zarie. She had expected it. He was there with a tall, dark, extremely beautiful young woman named Mara. Her sleek blouse came all the way up to her neck and it was skin tight. She didn't have large tits, but she had large nipples, and it was obvious that she wore no brassiere. She wore a floor length skirt that was split all the way up both sides and short, short hot pants. She was a very leggy young woman.

"Beth, this is Abdul Zarie," Andy said.

"Call me Ab, more American," Ab said, taking Beth's hand and kissing it. "You have a lovely wife."

Beth was disappointed that he showed no recognition, yet relieved. Andy wouldn't understand.

"Could I have the pleasure of dancing with your lovely wife? They have an excellent combo tonight," Zarie said, flashing his perfect, white teeth under his thick, black moustache.

"Yes, of course," Andy said. "Be my guest."

Ab took Beth's hand and led her to the small dance floor. He hadn't bothered to introduce Mara to either of them. He drew Beth close.

"I've thought of you a great deal since last we met," he said.

"I thought maybe you'd forgotten me," Beth said.

"There is no way I could forget you, but I got the distinct feeling that it would be better if I acted like we had never met."

"I'm glad you did. Andy thinks I meet too many men working for Doc. He's been making noises like maybe I should quit."

"But you won't," Ab said.

"Not without a fight."

She felt his hands on her back, then her hips, and finally on her ass. He cupped the ample globes let the tips of his fingers inch into the deep cleft and pulled her tight against his crotch.

"You're naked under that long skirt," he said.

"Yes, does it excite you?"

"Can't you tell?"

Beth could tell. His cock pressed hard against her belly. She could tell he was big. It excited her. She could feel the wet, horny feeling between her legs. They danced, their mouths pressed together, his tongue in hers, and then hers in his.

"Would you like to fuck me?" she whispered.

"I'm going to fuck you," he answered.

"God, I hope so."

The dance ended too soon. Beth's nipples were hard, and her cunt was wet. She went to the bar before she danced with her husband. It wasn't the same, dancing with her husband.

Beth was pleasantly drunk when Andy told her they were going to Ab's for a nightcap. He was convinced that Ab was going to offer him the commission. He was pleased, too, that Beth had made such a good impression. "He really does like you," Andy said.

It surprised Beth that her husband didn't mind that Ab really did like her. Maybe he didn't realize how Ab liked her. She wondered.

They didn't have far to go. Ab had the top floor of the hotel. On the elevator up, Beth asked if Mara wasn't coming.

"She'll be along in a while," Ab told her.

The suite was lavish, the view from the terrace breathtaking. Drinks were mixed and Ab sat on the couch beside Beth and Andy in a facing chair. Ab was drinking orange juice. He never touched intoxicating beverages.

Ab let his arm glide over Beth's shoulders while he dangled the commission in front of Andy. He explained it would be necessary for Andy to fly over to his country to get the lay of the land. His arm was securely around Beth, and he slid his hand up and cupped one of her tits, bouncing it gently. "You have a lovely wife, Andy," he said.

"Yeh… uh, thanks, uh…" Andy stammered. "Fly over, huh? How long would I be gone?"

Beth was shocked. She'd felt uncomfortable when Ab felt her tit, wanted to pull away, expected Andy to explode. She searched for her husband's face and saw the strange mixture – jealousy and greed – and relaxed against the tall Arab. He was rubbing her nipple with his fingers now and it came up hard. He brought his other hand over to fondle the other tit. She felt her excitement growing and pressed her tits against his hands. She saw the agony on Andy's face and leaned her head on Ab's shoulders, half closed her eyes, and sighed with pleasure.

Ab went on, explaining the terrain of his country and what a challenge it would be for a young designer, a chance of a life-time. Beth's blouse buttoned down the back and he slowly undid it as he talked. When he had all the buttons undone, he slipped his hand inside.

"If you want another drink, Andy, help yourself," he said. He had both hands inside her blouse.

Andy swallowed hard and got to his feet.

"Get me one, too, darling," Beth said. She tilted her head and Ab kissed her on the mouth, his tongue going deep.

Andy went to the bar and mixed the drinks with shaking hands. He wanted that commission so damned bad. When he returned, Beth's blouse was off one shoulder exposing her tit. Ab glanced at him and lowered his mouth to the protruding nipple and started sucking. Beth had her head back, her eyes closed, and her hand on Ab's thigh.

"Here's your drink," Andy said, and sat back down.

They heard the door open and close and Mara entered the room. A cigarette dangled from her lips and her eyes looked heavy. She weaved as she crossed the room.

"You know you're not supposed to drink, Mara," Ab said.

Mara didn't answer. She sat on the arm of Andy's chair, exposing her leg all the way to her hip. She still wore the dress split all the way up, but the hot pants were gone. She settled against Andy and brought her knee up, showing a wealth of black fur between her thighs. She had magnificent legs, long and smooth.

Beth's blouse was on the floor, and Ab was kissing her belly just above her skirt. She held his head with one hand and gripped his prick through his pants with the other.

Andy looked at the lewd scene on the couch and then at the long, bare leg almost in his lap. He picked up his drink and killed it.

"That looks like fun," Mara said, "Would you like to kiss me?" She pulled his head towards her lap. She had brushed her skirt to the side and her cunt was completely uncovered.

Ab got to his feet and pulled Beth up with him. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said. "You two have fun."

Andy watched them go. He moaned with self pity and buried his face between Mara's legs. Mara sighed and spread open.

"Suck me, little man, suck my cunt good," she sighed.

When they reached the bedroom, a large ornately decorated room with mirrors all around, Ab kissed Beth hard on the lips.

"Leave your skirt on. I'll remove it when I want it off," he said. He proceeded to remove his own clothing, pulling down his bulging shorts last of all.

Beth's eyes opened wide and she gave a little gasp. A cock like she had never imagined sprang out. It stuck straight out from beneath his flat belly. She reached out and pushed it down with her finger. It bobbed back up like a tightly wound spring when she released it. He chuckled and put his hands on the top of her head.

"Go to your knees, my darling whore, and suck it," he said, "or better yet, start with my lips and work your way down to the object of your heart's delight."

She kissed his lips, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth, then his cheeks, chin and neck. He was slim, yet well muscled, his skin smooth and hairless and golden brown like he had a magnificent suntan. She kissed and sucked his tiny, dark nipples, bringing them up hard. She moved on down, sucking, licking until she was on her knees and his huge prick was staring her in the face.

His cock was long, very long, and big around, the stiff shaft blue-black with thick veins standing out. His nuts were large. The hair was soft and jet black. She went back to his cock, staring at the gorgeous glans. It was so dark it was almost purple, neatly circumsized like a bulging over-ripe plum at the end of a branch. The little hole had fat little lips that were spread open and oozed a clear, slippery jizz.