Myles Miles - Tough To Tame

"Grant?" she called, wandering to the balcony and squinting in the violent white light reflecting off the bay.

His confused young wife remembered he'd said something about needing some more data for his geological survey from the library and figured he must have gone out after only a few hours' sleep. She saw by the alarm clock it was noon. What time had they quit fucking last night – rather, this morning? If she remembered correctly, it had been Grant who had urged the whole thing on, who had brought Leila to the room and insisted on Claire lying on the bed naked. Yet, after the shameless things she'd done, could she ever look her husband in the face again? And what was his relationship with the Arab girl? How had he induced her to behave so lewdly?

She was going to have to think very hard about that question, she thought, but later. Right now, it was more important that she pack up this hotel room and be ready to leave when Grant returned from his business conference. There was no point in staying in Dhahran when they could settle their differences just as easily in Ad Dammam.

Grant was so cheerful on their way home, almost as if nothing had happened the night before. She was amazed at him as, during their first night home, he'd even tried to fuck her, but she'd turned coldly away from him, pretending she was asleep, still miffed about his cruel humiliation of her.

Today, not having anything better to do, she'd gone out with him to a site he was surveying along the coast of the Persian Gulf, and had spent most of the afternoon watching the geological crew take samples from the area for further study.

The hot shimmering air of Arabia felt good on her bruised skin, and the pretty young housewife was in a bright mood. From time to time, her dark-haired husband would break off from his work and engage her in conversation, but she only pretended interest.

Secretly, she was plotting her revenge for what he had done to her. If Grant Wells thought he could get away with what he'd made her do, the night he'd brought Leila to their hotel room, he was out of his mind. Whatever she had done in the past with Lyle Rhodes or Hamid, it had never been as bad as what he had done to her. What had happened at Francine's house, she thought back to that night, had been a mistake. She hadn't meant to put on an exhibition in front of her husband. But next time, the situation would be different, she thought. Next time… there would be no mistakes, and I'll shock the daylights out of my dear husband!

She looked over to where the men were working. All day, she had been admiring two young Arab men who were working at the far side of the survey site.

She didn't hide her suggestive glances as they passed by where she was sitting to collect geological equipment from the jeeps. The curvaceous blonde would smile as they trudged past her, making it obvious she enjoyed looking at their rippling chest muscles and their bronzed skin.

In the late afternoon, Grant drove back to the compound to pick up some new equipment. The older of the two Arab men, seeing Claire's husband was gone, dropped to the ground beside her. She looked around and saw some of the geologists were still working hard, and others were packing up their gear, making ready for the short ride back to the compound.

The young Arab man was drinking a bottle of beer. He offered Claire a sip. "No, thank you," she at first refused, then decided she was thirsty and took a gulp.

"You very pretty," he said.

"Thank you," she said. "I didn't know you could speak English."

"We learn from the work here."

"Oh."

"When your husband come back?"

"I don't know. Why… do you ask?" She felt the color come to her cheeks.

"Nothing," he said.

"What's your name?" She tugged her skirt gently across the full smoothness of her thighs.

"Makumud," he said. "My friend name is Khalid. He think you are very pretty. He said to me, she is nice girl. You no touch American woman with blonde hair like that. Let me show Khalid he is crazy."

Makumud's hand caressed Claire's forearm, making her skin tingle deliciously as he moved his fingers down lightly to her wrist.

"Now Khalid knows differently." She laughed.

The other Arab came over and stood in front of Claire and Makumud. He was taller and more strongly built than Makumud, Both young men couldn't have been more than twenty years old. Their bodies glistened in the afternoon sun, showing off smooth sculpted muscles that had been developed through years of strenuous labor.

"Khalid." Claire smiled at the grinning young man standing in front of them. "Why are you laughing like that?"

"You both funny," he said.

"I tell her she come with us. We show the Hanin things she never seen before."

Khalid laughed. "Makumud, she come with us. We show her everything!"

Moments later Claire, accompanied by the two young Arab workers, was walking the short distance to the beach and a small house. The house must have been there for years, for it was literally falling apart. The two young men had to help Claire, whose skimpy sundress made climbing over the fallen stones difficult. She could feel their hands squeezing her smoothly curved ass-cheeks as they picked their way through the rubble to the inner room.

Finally they reached the inside and from the half-blocked window she could see what seemed like the entire stretch of the Persian Gulf.

"It's really lovely," she said.

Khalid laughed. Claire's eyes shifted uneasily from the magnificent view to the taller boy. His rounded features seemed to be mocking her. But it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Though it didn't really matter, she knew what she was thinking, and it wasn't about the view.

"Hanin," Makumud said. "Let me kiss you. I want to kiss you on your pretty face!"

Claire let him press his lips against her own and she felt a slight tremulousness in her throat as Makumud's tongue snaked into her warm, receptive mouth. For some reason, her thoughts flashed back to the time she'd gone wild and sucked Grant's prick. God! It seemed like she could never get enough cock anymore.

"You kiss real good," Makumud said. "Hey, Khalid, the American kisses! Maybe you do the same for my friend? He is very shy. He don't know how to ask."

"Maybe we ought to go back," she said, suddenly afraid.

"You stay here," Khalid said to Claire as he came up behind his friend. "You let me have fun first."

The taller Arab pushed Makumud aside and seized Claire by her trembling arms. Where Makumud had been gentle, Khalid was forceful, unrelenting. He pulled her to him and pressed his mouth almost painfully against her own.

"God!" she said.

"Makumud, she kisses beautiful!" Khalid exclaimed.

Claire was about to say something; but for some reason she couldn't. She looked at the slightly built boy and felt her eyes almost caressing his skin. The strangest thing was happening to her. It almost seemed as though she could touch the younger boy's smooth, bronzed flesh with her eyes. She tried to pull her glance from Makumud, but she couldn't. "God!" she cried out.

"You see me. Can you see me?" Khalid shook her.

Her eyes ripped from Makumud's lean muscular body and suddenly fixed on Khalid's well-proportioned chest. She could see his pectoral muscles flexing; could make, out the rhythmic pulse of his heart. Khalid kissed her again, drawing her drugged mind away from looking at him to feeling him with her hands.

Suddenly, she felt another hand. It was Makumud's. He was behind her now, touching her neck, running his hands down her arms and tweaking and kneading her hotly quivering tits beneath her blouse and white lacy bra.

"You let me kiss. You go on behind," Makumud said.

Khalid released his grasp, and Makumud, shorter but just as powerfully magnetic to her, slipped into his place. She jerked back, momentarily afraid, but then painfully aware of the insatiable desire for pleasure. The feeling, blazing like a thousand flickering candles in her tight little belly, was accentuated by Khalid's hands that grasped her firmly molded ass-cheeks in both his hands. He kneaded them in rhythm to Makumud's movements – slipping his hands between her blouse and squeezing her lushly throbbing titties.