In the past I wrote a number of erotic stories. Most of them are addressed to my sub, some we have co-written. With her I share a lot of exciting moments and experiences. Some are reflected in the stories, part of what I write is based on pure fantasies. I leave it to the reader to sense what is real and what imagination. I never published any story before, as I feel uncomfortable English not being my native language. So please be forbearing when the quality of the sentences is not of the highest standard. It would indeed be much easier for me in German. But I guess in English we reach a broader community...
This is the part 1 of a rather long story of our journey to Morocco...
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A while ago we spent a couple of days in Marrakesh. Morocco was exotic, sensual and a great holiday experience. On the first evening we had dinner in the Dar Fez a traditional restaurant near the Souks. As usual it was opulent and tasty. We had some champagne and wine but ended the meal with the traditional Thé de Minthe. You were a bit tipsy and me quite full, so we decided to stroll through the bazar before heading back to the hotel.
In one of the many shops we detected an old looking leather bag, perfect in size for my short travel trips. It had a nice color, signaling adventure and elegance at once. Quickly the owner was beside us praising the advantages on the unique piece. After long debates and price negotiations, which I completely left to you, I finally ended as a proud owner of a new travel bag. We were happy.
During the negotiations the owner, a 40+ year old local, repeatedly tried to seduce you telling you how beautiful you are, your eyes, your body, your hair... You played the game to use your look and sexiness helping to negotiate him down. I was fascinated by your duet which looked like a fight and love game at the same time. At the end the owner was inconsolable having sold the bag "for a loss" and heart-broken in love with you.
He asked what we will do now and we told him that we need to go back to the hotel. As expected he said, his brother has a taxi and will drive us back for a very special price as we are now his friends.
We were laughing not sure whether to take the offer, but two minutes later his younger brother stood in front of us. He was a nicely tanned Arab with an elegant aura and beautiful dark back eyes. His eyelashes were very long, his lips full and he moved like a panther.
"He looks very cute let's take him," you whispered.
We explained him where to go and after some negotiations with the shop owner, this time by me, we agreed to leave. During all this time the young driver was staring, smiling at you. He then led us through the tangle of the streets in the Suk until we found his old Peugeot.
It was indeed a taxi, there was a sign on it, but the car must have been at least 20 years old. It had only two doors and I had to squeeze to the back seat while I asked you to sit on the spacier front passenger seat.
As we left the center of the town, we started to feel the coldness of the desert night through the open window . You put your hands under your legs shifting up your dress which exposed almost entirely your long well shaped legs. You had only a light dress, no bra and I realized that your nipples started to poke through the fabric. There were goose pimples on your arms. I realized that the young driver, his name was Achmed, looked more and more to your side to check out your legs and breasts.
From time to time you looked back to me smiling and, when you saw that I was comfortable, you also gave a friendly look to the driver. I feared he was soon missing the next curve and driving off the road as we were riding with high speed.
"My wife is freezing," I said to Achmed.
He swiftly closed his window but apologized that the heating of his car was not working.
"Ohh, maybe you can give her some warmth," I encouraged him.
He slowed down the car but did not react, obviously thinking what to do. You took his right hand and put it on your leg. He started to gently stroking your thigh, his head not turning concentrating on the street.
"Are you still cold darling," I asked you.
You nodded with a smile. I moved over to sit behind you. I embraced you from the back, starting to massage your shoulders, chest and breasts from behind. After a while you started to move your body pushing against the teasing hands.
"Can you stop?" I asked Achemd and he immediately steered his car to the side of the road.
I continued to massage your body his eyes now burning on you. I slowly pulled up your skirt exposing your naked body and breasts. Your nipples stood out hard and straight. I massaged them, pulled them. Achmed has not stopped stroking your leg but he did not dare to get close to your triangle. I was not sure, as it was dark, but I sensed that on your panties I saw a small wet spot. You had your eyes closed and your breathing accelerated.
"Achmed, why don't you taste these nipples and, maybe, you can warm her with this."
He instantaneously leaned over and his mouth closed over your breast. His beautiful eyes met yours and he saw that you agreed to his treatment. I continued to squeeze the other breast with my hand. He was experienced, first gently sucking on your breast and then more and more concentrating on your nipple, soft first and harder after you moaned louder and pushed your body towards his face. After a while we switched breasts. I pulled hard on your nipple realizing that your excitement grew rapidly.
You moaned and your body moved erotically. You finally took his hand, still on your leg, and pushed it between your thighs. His fingers touched your panties that were very wet. He tried to move which was difficult as you kept your legs tight, holding him close to your wetness. You moaned louder and your breath got faster.
