Skirts were a bad idea. But to be honest she never intended to go on a camel ride. The hotelier kept telling her every day that beyond that first dune were unending rolling dunes like they showed in the movies.
After a day's sightseeing and shopping of forts, museums and the palaces of the Maharajas she finally decided it was a good idea to be in place where there were no buildings, no structures, no mankind. She and nature.
It was silent – even the evening breeze had no branches to rustle. She climbed the dune with its soft, yielding sand and slowly reached the top. As she crossed over she could see silvery dunes – miles and endless.
The voice was sudden and made her jump. The camel driver had been sitting in the sand by his camel, enjoying the same moonlit night that she had come out to seek.
"Ride?" he asked.
She shook her to say she wasn't interested.
"No charge," said the man, standing up, tall, broad and towering. The dark face was punctuated by the whites of his eyes. He had a bushy mustache that was large and twirled in the classic style of Rajputana.
She never quite knew how to deal with warmth and hospitality. That hesitation lasted a brief moment in which the tall figure swooped low to invite her to mount the camel.
She walked up and stood next to the beast, wondering what to do next; or how to say 'no' more emphatically.
He just scooped her up and foisted her on the soft saddle.
"Small ride. Nice view. Very dark. Only moon," he said, warming to his pitch.
Typical, sparse English which she had got used to but his short phrases told her everything that might have convinced her.
He mounted the camel, just behind her and said, "Madam, very safe."
As the camel rose she felt daunted by the height to which it rose. And then the unnerving sway as the animal sank its broad feet in the sand the same way in which she had been walking a few minutes ago.
As the camel climbed down the dune it swayed from side to side, pitching forward and suddenly she found her crotch ground against the saddle through her skirt.
The first grind was abrupt but by the time the camel was half way down the dune, she was reminded of her first bike ride. She allowed her crotch to grind and feel and slowly but surely she felt her pussy juicing up. The evening breeze was cool, the moon intoxicating and the gait of the camel persistent.
Involuntarily, she closed her eyes and gave in to the massaging of camel against pussy. It felt good- real good. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt pleasure. As the camel reached the bottom of the dune the driver swiveled it around so it would along the gulley.
"We go special place," he said, from his vantage point behind her.
She nodded, wondering if the poised alignment in which her cunt was held over the animal was going to be lost. Indeed, the sway changed to a sideways rocking motion and with a little bit of hoisting herself up, she pursued her own pleasure some more.
Her breathing became heavy and the inadvertent sighs and moans grew louder. She wondered if he heard her and she desperately hoped that was not the case. She quietly slipped her hand down the front of her skirt desperately trying to reach her clit and accelerate her momentum towards pleasure.
As the camel rounded the bottom of the dune, the driver moved the camel to climb the next dune. She was thrown backward and she frantically grabbed at the horn of the saddle for balance.
The movements caused her skirt to ride up and she exclaimed 'ouch!' loudly as the coarse camel skin bruised the soft skin of her inner thigh.
"Madam," said the driver. And with one swift motion his large hand cupped her stomach and he lifted both his legs. His legs rested against the bottom of her thighs in front of him and he lifted her up with ease. His other hand whipped around a soft cotton quilt. He reached under her crotch and tucked the quilt under her.
As he did so, she regretted that under her skirt she wore no panties. But it was so ridiculously hot! She had wanted to cool down her body after the hot, sweaty day! Initially the breeze had wafted under the skirts and she had been happy to be wearing nothing. But his hand had definitely brushed her crotch, moist now with her grinding.
When he let her down she felt a softness under her bottom and along both legs. She was cushioned from the animal. She also felt the saddle under her a lot lesser than before.
The camel had titillated her only to deceive. As the animal continued its climb she found herself leaning back and not quite able to grind her pussy against the saddle. Desperate for more of that beautiful pleasure she tried leaning forward. She ground down a couple of times and gasped and when it proved too much and fell back, she groaned in despair.
As she slid back she came up against him. And she felt the unmistakable contour of his erection against her ass. She tried to stay off him but the angle proved impossible. As the camel climbed steeply her ass wedged the cock and the sway massaged his cock.
It was his turn to gasp in pleasure. She ground against him. He felt the softness of her buttocks against his massively erect cock. The relentless grind which he did nothing to contain caused his cock to leak. He pressed against her best as he could and that provided him some relief – the kind of relief he provided himself on a working day by grinding the base of his palm against his cockhead.
He was wonderfully trapped. Her buttocks were luscious and accommodating. His cock found a wide enough crevice to wedge again. And from what he could sense she was not trying to stop anything.
They came up to the top of the dune. This was the place he brought all tourists. They loved the low rolling dunes –endless to the horizon. Not too steep which cut the view short. Not too shallow which made it a featureless landscape. A little further and the town lights would dampen. Stars danced in the sky there and tonight there was a full moon, too. He goaded the camel on.
She was wet with her stimulation and he was flowing as a result of his. Both were aroused and unsure of finding a release or finish.
And then the master in the camel driver came up with a move. He guided the camel slightly off the top at which she was poised downward, grinding her crotch and then back up toward the top at which point she fell back on him.
After a series of zigzags she felt him rock hard and the wetness seeped through his dhoti and her skirt to her back, leaving her in no doubt as to what was happening with him.
When the camel went down the dune she lurched forward and surrendered to the grind and she felt her own wetness surge. When she gripped whatever she could of his leg it was partially balance and partly desire. Her soft fingers gripped her his coarse hard leg, just below the knee.
Giddy with desire, her hand moved up and came to rest on his thigh as far back as it would go. Then she stopped.
He lifted her as he had done before, with his legs. One hand moved her skirt up baring her ass. With his other hand be brought his cock to align with her gaping cunt.
She reached back with both hands and gripped his thighs – she wanted to control her descent. She sank on him... he was large and she grunted with effort as she fought off gravity. She needed to be slower and yet she was urgently in need of being filled by him.
She settled on his lap, his cock deep and wide into her. She had absolutely no wiggle space, stuck like a pig on a stake. His mouth was near her ear now.
"Ok?" he asked. She nodded. Very gently she rocked forward as her cunt demand pleasurable caresses. She gasped loudly as pleasure coursed through to her nipples.
He didn't touch her anywhere. She rocked ever so gently and he barely thrust. She felt his touch her deep. She felt him spread her wide even though her legs were wide apart. The internal massage drove her wild and eventually she leaned forward so that she would have some purchase. Hoisting herself forward she fucked down in short, sharp jabs. Pleasure! Pleasure! Pleasure! She desperately wanted release.
It came unexpectedly when his hand came back to her tummy and he firmly pulled her back. She dropped sharply right up to the point where she felt the coarse prickly pubic hair of his against her pubes. She spent in one large gush, shuddering her orgasm and releasing in a flood.
"Oh, that was so good!" she thought. Traveling for weeks alone across countries and without a man was not all that it was cracked up to be!
"Happy?" he whispered. She shivered and sighed, saying nothing. He was still inside her, large and undiminished. No doubt the lubrication of her cumming had dulled the friction a bit but nothing else.
"Now me happy," he announced. Digging his heels into the side of the camel, he set it on a trot. As the camel trotted she was thrown about. The bouts lifted her up and dropped her back brutally on the cock. She shouted out loud "ahs" as the large unrelenting cock ravaged her. The camel went faster and she was fucked with an increasing animalness.
"Ah! Oh my! Stop!" she screamed. But the fucking was relentless. "I might fall," she said, actually feeling her thighs turning to jelly and her insides boiling to a melting point.
Large strong hands swept around her and held her around the shoulders like a harness. She was now completely pinioned with only the cunt reaming the cock. She sobbed and cried out, "I am cumming! Oh, I am cumming! Ah! Stop, stop, stop!" she wailed, fucking down with more ferocity if the camel slowed down.
He slowed the camel down and she responded by hammering down on his cock hard and fast.
