It was literally the last evening of what had been an exciting two week holiday in Tunisia. Despite being far more progressive than some of its other Islamic counterparts, I certainly wouldn't have bet my life on getting laid here. Hell, I was certain I'd gone the longest I'd ever gone without cumming. There was something about traveling to an Islamic country that severely lowered your sex drive. Though deep down, there was a part of me that was hoping. And how could I not? Tunisian girls had strong personalities and were incredibly beautiful, and at least in the tourist areas, were somewhat less reserved and more approachable, then even the girls I had encountered in Turkey, which was the only other Muslim majority country I'd ever visited. One still had to be careful with Tunisian girls though, at least in the major tourist areas, as their friendly and flirty nature was often used as a ploy to lure business into their cousins' overpriced bars. Of course, there were Tunisian girls who were completely genuine, but even so, most of them drew the line at sex. So I figured if I hadn't been laid by now, I wasn't going to. However, on my very last evening, as I was making one last stroll amongst the beautiful, white-washed buildings of Sidi Bou Saïd, a young shopkeeper caught my eye, or rather it seemed, that I caught her's.
Sitting on the step of her shop, smoking a cigarette, the girl must've been no older than 19. Despite being in my late 20s, I couldn't help but notice the way she looked, smiled, waved and said "hello" to me. In terms of style, the girl wasn't really my type. She had on a white jersey, red jersey shorts and a pair of black slip-ons, which did nothing to hide her Egyptian shaped feet and bright red toes. Her fingernails were a slightly rounded square shape and unpainted. Aside from her bright red toe polish, she had no makeup whatsoever, or even jewelry for that matter. Her face though slightly masculine, was still extremely cute. She was thick legged, fairly tall and bulky. You could tell she hit the gym regularly, and possibly participated in some sports. Her skin was extremely fare, and the only true feminine feature she possessed, was her long jet-black hair. Her look and style weren't the least bit surprising, considering she was sitting outside a shop, specializing in jerseys. Based on my previous encounters and perceptions, it was entirely reasonable to assume that her flirtatious gestures, may simply have just been a way to lure business into her family's shop. Regardless, I decided to make a move. After all, it was my last night in the country, so I had nothing to lose, except potentially some extra dinars and over two weeks' worth of cum. To be completely frank, I had no interest in purchasing any sportswear, but it was the perfect excuse to strike up conversation with the young shopkeeper and find out whether her gestures were in fact genuine, or simply a clever business tactic.
With my limited French, and even more limited Arabic and her exceptional English, we were able to communicate with each other. She put out her cigarette and walked me into the deserted shop, giving me a glimpse of her plump ass, which was partially obscured by her long jet black hair. We entered the shop and she pointed out a spot where I could set my belongings down. I told the girl my size and pointed to a random jersey on the shelf. Taking a page out of their own book, I tried my best to appear genuinely interested in the items on sale. I even went as far as to ask the young lady if she had a fitting room in the shop.
"You want to try?" she asked in a sexy deep Tunisian accent.
"Yes, I would," I replied, continuing to play the part of an interested buyer.
"Here, let me help you," the young shopkeeper remarked.
My heart skipped a beat, as to my amazement, the young lady proceeded to unbutton my shirt, slowly exposing more and more of my firm unshaven chest. She removed my shirt from my body and placed it with the rest of my belongings. I was now standing shirtless in a Tunisian shop, in front of a 19 year old local girl. At any moment someone could pop in and see us. My excitement soon turned to angst, as I began to think of the sort of trouble we could potentially get in if we were to get caught. I wanted to get dressed as quickly as possible.
"Go ahead, try it on," she suggested. "See if it fits good."
I heeded the young lady's instructions and slipped the jersey on.
"You look very handsome," she remarked. "Would you like to try some shorts with it?"
"HERE?" I exclaimed both surprised and hesitant.
"If you are shy and don't want me to look, I will not look!"
"No, no!" I impulsively called out, as if instinctively wanting to find out where exactly this was going. "I don't mind you, but what about the door?"
"I can lower halfway," she reassured, as she proceeded to do so, giving me yet another glimpse of her long jet black hair and plump ass. "There! We will have more privacy now."
"WE?" What exactly did this girl have planned for me?
My heart began to race, as I slipped off my black tennis shoes. I struggled to control my shaking and breathing, as I proceeded to unbuckle and drop my shorts. The fear of still potentially being seen and not knowing what this whole thing was leading towards, triggered the reverse reaction from the one men typically get when exposed to this sort of situation. In hindside, it may have been a good thing, as I stood in front of the seductive young shopkeeper in nothing but my watch, dirty socks, a cheap football jersey and a pair of undersized patterned briefs, which I had purchased from another Tunisian merchant early on in the trip.
"You look cute," the young shopkeeper said, as I made a poor attempted at modeling the new outfit.
"Shukran," I replied as my face began to turn beet red, while at the same time feeling a slight sense of arousal.
"You like these ones? Would you like to try on something else?" the young lady inquired.
"I'm not sure, I don't normally wear this sort of stuff," I accidentally slipped up.
