I was working as a contract computer trainer at a really small, Muslim-family-owned company. I was 27, recently separated, and a bit lost at times.
Tasneem was a member of the family that owned the business. She was youthful, cute and full of energy and smiles.
Where I live, Muslim families cover the full spectrum from very conservatively dressed (think women fully covered, including gloves and gauze over the eye slits of their headscarves) through to "modern", "Westernised" women who don't even wear headscarves on important religious days.
Tasneem was kind of in the middle of this spectrum. She wore a lightweight black robe over her normal clothes, and a headscarf at all times, but with her face fully exposed.
And what a face it was!
She had beautiful golden-brown skin, with strong features - dark eyebrows (I am such a sucker for dark eyebrows, go figure), full, pouty lips, and a delicate jaw line.
On the few occasions I had spoken with her, I had enjoyed her easy-going nature. Mostly I watched her from afar, watched her drinking in the flirtatious attention of the boys that hung around her.
One day I got to the office early, to find it locked, and only Tasneem waiting in the corridor outside. We chatted, about nothing in particular, with me simply enjoying her animated face, and wanting so, so much to gently bite her pouty lower lip. The tension in me was building moment by moment, until I just had to release it somehow.
I took a momentary lull in our conversation to look her in the eye and say, "You are really beautiful, and I would love to kiss you!".
Her eyes widened, and she burst out laughing - the kind of laugh that is a mixture of surprise and delight, not one of derision (thankfully!).
I waited, breathless to see her further response, imagining/hoping that she would leap into my embrace and give herself over to the moment.
She paused, and then said softly, "Thank you. I have never been kissed, and I am going to wait for someone I am in love with.".
At that point I felt really tender towards her, said "OK. I understand..." but I couldn't resist, and added "Are you sure?" and grinned.
She laughed and nodded, and that was the end of that. I still saw her every now and then, and smiled at her the smile of someone loving her from afar.
Several months passed. Once I was catching the lift down to the ground floor, and so was she. We were alone in the lift. I just looked at her, enjoying her face, and not making any attempt to hide it.
I always find that furtively looking at someone feels creepy. On the other hand, I love those few moments I have experienced where I can be honest about my attraction without it being awkward for the woman - this was one of those times.
She looked at me curiously and asked, "Do you still want to kiss me?" I grinned like an idiot and nodded my head vigorously.
She just gave a small nod of acknowledgement, and with impeccable timing, the doors opened, and she swept gracefully out into the concourse. "Aaaaarrrrgghhh!!"
A few days later, the same situation occurred, just the two of us in the lift. I could see the tension in her shoulders as she stepped in and heard her take a deep breath. I turned towards her, about to ask her if she was alright, when she stepped right into my space, looked up at me and said "OK".
I was so tempted to rush this, given that we only had 20 seconds or so until the lift stopped, but I found a calm settling over me. I placed my hands on her hips, slid them gently up her back, and drew her towards me. I brushed my lips over hers, savouring her soft, full mouth, and then gently bit her lower lip.
Her response was electrifying! She moaned into my mouth, pressed her body tightly against mine from head to chest to groin to thigh, and leaned in for a hungrier kiss. Ding! The lift door warning sounded, and we pulled apart, very mindful of the need for a "proper Muslim girl" not to be caught snogging in a lift!
We stepped out, both gasping for air and in a daze. We looked at each other and started laughing! She said "I have to go!" and I said "I'll be riding that lift up and down all day tomorrow, if you are interested." She touched her fingers to her lips, turned and walked off.
The next day, as I left the office, I noticed Tasneem grab her things and follow me out. We were careful not to make eye contact, or walk to close, given that we were surrounded by her family members!
When we got to the lifts, without looking at her, I asked her if she wanted more that 20 seconds. In response, she lightly grasped my fingers. I drew her away from the lifts, and up the nearby staircase, which only led to the lift machine room.
Soon we were standing on a darkened landing, breathing each other in, and waiting. We started as we had the day before, with soft exploratory kisses, my hands on her shoulder blades, and hers on my biceps.
Soon we were open mouthed, with questing tongues, and bodies rubbing up against one another. My hands moved all over her back, sliding over the sheer material of her black robe. I traced the lines of her neck and shoulders, ran my hands over her waist, and then slid my hands onto her curvy tight ass and pulled her hard against my straining cock.
"Oh! I love this! I didn't know..." she whispered in my ear. Then she drew away, slipped silently down the stairs, and went back to work. I waited for my cock to subside, and my breathing to return to normal, and then went on my way home, stunned at the passionate intensity of someone I assumed would be repressed and disempowered - clearly, I needed to update my notions of the personalities "underneath" the robes of Muslim women.
We grabbed a few more moments like these over the next few weeks, but it was getting harder and harder to break away. We wanted more!
As I was getting in my car in the parking lot, I heard "Pssst!" and looked up to see Tasneem running towards me. "Can I get a lift?" she said, as she hopped into the passenger seat and clipped the seatbelt. "Sure. Where to?" I asked. "Your house!" she grinned.
As we drove, I ran my hands over her legs and hands, enjoying her firm body. At first, she hunkered down in the seat, hidden from view, but as we got further from the office, she relaxed and sat up.
"So, what are we going to do at my house?" I asked. "Hmmm! We are going to kiss and touch and enjoy each other" she said, "without having to worry about being caught".
I pulled into my garage, and we went inside to the lounge. I started kissing Tasneem, only to have her pull back. I was surprised, until she undid the clip of her headscarf, unwound it, and shook her hair free. God, she was gorgeous! She had shiny black, wavy shoulder length hair that softened her face.
"It's nice to see you" I said, running my hands over and through her hair. She responded with a warm, full-bodied kiss that took our intimacy to another level. We stood entwined, kissing with such hunger and need.
I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She hesitated at the doorway, so I turned to her and said "Everything you want to do, nothing that you don't. This is a safe space for loving and exploring."
"Thank you" she said, walked in and stood awkwardly by the bed.
"Tasneem, its lovely to see your hair. Do you want to show me more of yourself?".
Without looking at me, she undid a few buttons on her robe, and pulled it up and over her head, dropping it to the floor, and dropping her arms to her side. She just stood there in her "Western" clothes, head down and still.
She was wearing a tight white t-shirt that accentuated the lines of her shoulders and collar bones and clung to her pert small breasts. Her tummy was flat, and her hips had a gentle girlish charm in her fitted jeans.
I let my soft gaze roam her body as I waited for her to look up. When she did, I smiled and said "Hello, beautiful!". We moved together into a warm embrace, still standing next to the bed.
I could feel her complex mix of excitement and hesitation. We had reached a fork in the road.
"Have you ever explored a man's body?" I asked. She just shook her head. "Would you like to explore mine?" A small nod.
I sat down on the bed, pulled off my shoes and socks. I stood and in one continuous movement pulled off my shirt, dropped my longs to the floor and slid out of my underwear. My cock was glad for the release, dropping and bobbing free at last!
I grinned at her, spread my arms and said "Ta da!". She made brief eye contact and then looked away. "Tasneem! You can look at me, you can touch me, you can kiss me all over. I promise I will enjoy it. Anything you want to do, nothing you don't.".
With that, she started the most intimate exploration of my body and being I have ever experienced. Her eyes followed her fingertips as they moved over my shoulders, chest, arms, hips, dodged my cock, flowed down my legs, up over my ass and up my back.
She lent in, smelling my skin, pressing her lips to my skin and gliding them across my shoulders and chest.
I sank down onto the bed, drawing her down onto me. She moved in to kiss me and ended up with her jean-covered thigh pressing down on my throbbing cock. She froze!
I encircled her, moving her next to me. As I kissed her, I placed her palm on my cock, and waited to see what she would do.
"So soft" she said in a whisper, drawing her fingers across my girth.
"So hard" she said, encircling my cock and squeezing slightly.
I responded with a hungry, absolutely desperate kiss, my hands involuntarily grabbing her breasts for the first time. I felt her suck in air like she was drowning. I came to my senses and pulled my hands away.
"Tell me about your breasts", I said. "I want to know their shape, what colour your nipples are, what they taste like, do they like to be sucked?" She giggled and said, "I have no idea!". All this time, she had a possessive but comfortable hold on my cock.
