Myles Miles - Tough To Tame

But struggling against him had been hard. Within moments after he kissed her, he forced Claire's hand around his exposed thickly jerking prick while he thrust one extended middle finger up beneath the tight elastic leg band of her skimpy bikini panties.

She jerked on his impatiently throbbing cock while he finger fucked in and out of her hot, slippery cunt. Finally,. the trembling wife could feel a cum charging down through her hungry pussy in a blinding flash. I'm cumming, she thought, just from the sweet pressure of his finger fucking in my hot pussy! As the cum gushed through her wetly clasping cunt walls that clasped tightly around Lyle's fingers, his throbbing cock trembled wildly in her hands. She jerked harder on his pulsing shaft, feeling the swollen underside swell up and grow quiveringly thick and stiff. Then she looked down and saw his bulbously rounded cock head beginning to spew its white jets of seething juices into the gentle cup of her hand.

It had happened so fast that Claire felt nothing but a deep sense of disappointment after it was over. Neither the young woman nor the oil construction engineer said anything to each other on the drive back to her house. When she reached home, all the lights were out and Lyle tried again to persuade her to let him fuck her.

"This time I'll fuck you. I don't want any more of these teenage finger fucks, for God's sake."

She managed to remain composed, kissed him good night, and walked shakily back to the darkened house.

He had had to go out to the new site the next day, but he would be back sooner or later. And then she would start to worry. As it was with her and Grant right now, and the fact that Grant hadn't fucked her in weeks, made the temptation to have an affair almost overwhelming.

If he came by again she didn't know what she would do, and he would come by, she was sure of it. He had said as much to her – he might even come by tomorrow before he left. But that wasn't the worst part of it; the worst part was that Lyle had access to the work schedules and he would know when Grant was out on a job or at the office. He would know when she would be alone!

Claire didn't sleep well that night and when she woke the next morning, she felt tired and dragged out. In fact, the only good thing about the whole morning, she decided, was the fact that Grant had already left by the time she woke up and he didn't see the condition she was in. She felt so damned guilty about what she had allowed Lyle Rhodes to do to her pussy that she felt miserable. She just knew that if Grant had seen her he would have been able to tell immediately how upset she was. In her distracted state he would probably even be able to tell why she was so miserable.

Well, no matter. She would keep herself busy today, that way she would not have to think about the whole affair.

The Esso compound at Ad Dammam was set up like an army base. It was nearly self-sufficient. It had its own stores and restaurant and a cafe. Every Monday morning the guards at the compound gate would let the local merchants in from Ad Dammam and they would set up a kind of market on the main street.

Claire enjoyed going shopping in the weekly market, and today it was just what she needed. She dressed quickly and drove down to the center of the compound.

She needed the admiration the Arab men always bestowed upon her – she needed it desperately today, and she got, it! The merchants waited to serve her, and several. times she caught one or another of them savoring the provocative jiggle of her sensuously curved ass-cheeks as she moved from one stall to another.

"Hey, Hanin! Hey, beautiful Bibek! Hanin!" one man called after her as she darted past the adjacent stall.

"Hello! Hello! Hello!" one young darkly handsome merchant called as the pretty blonde American passed his stall.

Claire laughed as she turned down the street from the market to the central plaza of the compound. Here, she took the lewd remarks that were thrown at her as compliments, not insults against her breathtaking figure. It was different from the furtive way the Arabs in the big cities had given her the once over – they didn't seem as dirty, somehow. Foreign girls had developed a reputation for being fast according to Arabic standards. Claire understood this and accordingly dressed in what she considered conservative fashion. It wasn't her fault that however modestly she swung her lushly rounded ass-cheeks, she brought out catcalls and salacious laughter. But instead of an arrogant stare back at them, she smiled and went on brightly about her business.

From Ad Dammam, she could hear the prayer callers sounding the call for the midday prayer from the towers of the minarets. There was a sudden crowding of people around her as the office workers got off for their lunch breaks and made for the restaurant opposite the main office building, crowded with employees from the compound.

Claire found a table under the awning in the shade and waited only a moment before a waiter appeared and she ordered a strong Arabian coffee. Across from her, the glass windows of the main office building glinted back the noonday sun into her face. In a moment, the waiter returned with the coffee. She took out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled the first drag of the morning.

There wasn't any chance of running into Lyle Rhodes. He would have left hours ago, she thought. The blond engineer was not one to waste time if he had a job to do.

"Well, hello," she heard a familiar woman's voice coming from. behind her. "Where have you been keeping yourself?"

Claire turned and saw Francine Danner maneuvering through the crowded tables toward her. Francine was a dark-eyed, curvaceous woman of about twenty-five. Although her skin was light, there was an exotic Middle-Eastern cast to her face. She had waist-length, coal black hair, enchanting, almost black eyes, and a voluptuous body which she revealingly enhanced by wearing the skimpiest and tightest ensembles available. She looked very much like the local girls, though she wasn't. She was from Italian stock. Her clothes were daring in any country, but in the Middle East they were downright dangerous.

"I wasn't planning on coming into the center." The brunette dropped into the chair across the table from Claire. "But I was just so bored, I couldn't resist."

The young blonde wife sipped her coffee and said, "Same here. I couldn't seem to get anything done at home so I split. Besides, I've got nothing to do but sit around in that house."

Claire lowered her eyes and tried not to be shocked by the other's skin-contoured white slacks and matching low-cut halter. Francine never seemed to care about the lewd stares and obscene remarks the Arab men made about her clothing. In fact, she never seemed to be affected by anything at all. She and her husband had been living here so long that she had probably gotten used to it.

The waiter appeared and Francine ordered black coffee. The alluring brunette slid her chair closer to the table and said, "You're very lucky to run into me when you did."

Flecks of sunlight glimmering in the young woman's jet-black hair caught Claire's attention. Francine was in constant vivacious movement, now bringing out a cigarette pack from her purse, then raising and setting down her coffee, then fussing with her purse, as though led on by several trains of thought at once.

"Why's that?" Claire asked.

"Guess."

Claire giggled. "I've got no idea what you're talking about!"

"I've been hearing some interesting things about you that I thought you'd like to know about."

"Thanks, but no thanks," the young blonde woman said. "Hell, if people are talking about. me then I'd rather not hear it. It would make me nervous to find out what they are thinking of me."

The ravishing brunette was a warm, outgoing girl, and Claire liked her very much, always had. That was the whole trouble. She didn't approve at all of Francine's free-swinging sexual attitudes and wild life-style, but she had found herself drawn to her friend, since they had first met, years ago… if only because being with the lively brunette had proved more interesting than sitting around while Grant worked on his charts.