I recently spent two weeks with my girlfriend, Marion, in north Africa on holidays. Marion is 36 and so nine years older than me. She is quite tall and is a very sportive woman, feminine with some very good curves at her arse and her breasts, which are a lot bigger than mine. With both have brown, long hair. We are a pair now for about have a year and I really love her. She is a strong woman and the more dominating part of us. She knows that I love to read and write erotica and encouraged me to write down some of our private erotic action during our holiday.
For a lesbian pair in north Africa it's better not to show the girl-to-girl love openly. So we limited our love to the privacy of our hotel rooms. In some way that limitation made it even hotter for us. Not being allowed to kiss and touch each other the whole day, we couldn't keep our hands and mouths from each other during night. We also started to enjoy some quick and secret touches during day. A short stroke across the arse, an "accident"-touch to the breast and so on...
But the somehow most exciting thing erotically was, when we slept in the dessert in a traditional tent among tuareg-arabians. We had our own tent for the both of us and were lying on carpets on the earth. The nights are getting cold in the dessert. We were fully clothed under the sheets and cuddling together. I was turning my back to my girlfriend, her arms wrapped around me. Outside the tend we still heard the noises of the Arabians moving around between the few tents. The opening of the tent was only closed with some kind of safety-needle.
After a short while of just lying there and enjoying the exotic sounds of the dessert outside, Marion's hands started moving under my t-shirt and i felt her kissing my neck slowly and tenderly. I moaned softly to show her that I liked it. Her hands moved across my stomach, moving up till the undersides of my breasts and moving down to my panties. I enjoyed her hands lying still and listening to the outside, where some kind of exotic soft African music by the Arabians had started. From time to time one of the camels made a strange noise. It was unbelievable exotic, exciting and most of all it was very erotic. Marion did not hurry, she kept stroking my stomach very tenderly for a very long time, still planting soft, loving kisses to my neck. But her hands were going higher up and deeper down at each round, starting to caress the undersides of my breasts and my pubic hair. I love it if my pubic hair is taken care of tenderly. I was really hot now and felt that I was getting wet, very wet between my legs and that my nipples were getting hard.
