For extremely sexy Anne, hope this does you justice!!
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Anne looked out of the window seeing the Qatar scenery in the early evening light for the very first time. Her husband John had been working out here for a few months now so she had been missing him terribly. When he had told her that he had arranged for her to come out to be with him she had jumped at the chance. The build up to her flying out had seemed to drag, the day had of course arrived, so now following the long flight here she was. In her mind she had told herself that they would have enjoyed a romantic, yet passionate, lovemaking session as soon as they got a private moment together. She had not accounted for the tiredness she would feel from the flight or for the fact that their first evening together would clash with a party to which John, and of course now Anne, had received an invitation to attend.
She smiled at the lovely romantic vista in front of her. Then her smiling face turned to meet John's as she felt his muscular arm encircle her waist. They kissed then as they separated John asked, "So do you like the view?"
"God, yes. If I felt sad at missing you it will be worse now as you will have this when I have returned home."
He kissed her again. "You're right but it's nowhere near as beautiful as you are."
"Right answer." She said laughing then kissing him. With that she made her way to the bathroom to get ready for their night out. John had warned her that the trip would take them into the desert and would be held at a 'bachelor camp' so she would definitely have few fellow women to take the men's attention from her. This has really sold the party to her and she was determined to put the maximum effort into her appearance for John's benefit of course.
After bathing in the luxurious bath Anne washed her longish brown hair. Prior to travelling out she had had blonde highlights put in so that her hair looked at its absolute best. For this reason the surprise of the party was not too bad. Then she lightly shaved her bikini line. This had been trimmed at home as she was certain to take advantage of the Middle Eastern sun and get as good as tan as possible: for this reason her bikini would be a skimpy as possible. While it won't matter tonight she felt that the more pampered she felt the more she would shine on John's behalf.
Putting on her robe Anne dashed into the bedroom. The instruction to John had been simple: no peeking, as she wanted him to see only the finished outfit. The room had a full-length mirror in front of which she stood; luckily the tanning sessions at home had meant she did not have lilywhite skin. To enhance the tan she had picked a white outfit. Firstly she stepped into a pair of white panties that left little to the imagination, looking at her reflection she adjusted the white gusset so it was perfectly positioned. Then she put on her white halter neck dress, one of John's favourites, which fully showed off her impressive cleavage whilst allowing a tantalising glimpse of her firm 34B breasts. She had decided against any type of bra as she was yet to become accustomed to the heat. The real reason why John was so keen on the dress was that it really showed off Anne's fine long and curvy legs. These had been recently shaved and were silky smooth. Looking into the mirror she grinned as she felt she had never looked so drop dead gorgeous in all of her 25 years.
Walking through the door into the living area Anne gave a gentle cough. John looked up and from the look on his face she knew how much he appreciated the effort that she had invested in her appearance. "Anne, I don't think you have ever looked this beautiful before."
"I'll take that as a complement. I think I know exactly what you mean and not that normally I don't look that good." They laughed together and John walked towards her. He attempted to embrace her and she resisted. "Hey, you have got to shape up boy if you want to date me, please shave and get ready." He laughed and went to get ready.
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Upon arriving at the camp Anne quickly became aware that John had not exaggerated when he said the men would out number the women. Also she was gaining lots of nice comments together with many appreciative glances from the partygoers. There were over fifty men yet just three women including Anne. She could never recall ever being in such a lopsided mix of sexes.
John saw a colleague who he said he needed to speak to about something so he grabbed Anne another wine to drink. As he handed her the glass he promised that he would be a matter of minutes but he hoped she was relaxed and would enjoy the party. Taking the glass she smiled, partly giving her consent for him to slip off, but also at the more than generous size of the drinks she was being provided with.
As she took in the music and general hubbub of the party she became aware of a man standing beside her. She looked at him before returning his warm smile.
"Hi. My name's Bob. I guess you are John's wife Anne?"
"Please to meet you Bob, you're spot on. I'm impressed at your deductive skills."
"One out of three chance, considerably slimmed by seeing you together!" He laughed. Then they chatted with Bob complimenting her on her tan, especially given her recent arrival. During this he rubbed her left arm with his hand remaining on her skin for a second or two longer than she was totally comfortable with. Yet when she looked over to John, catching his eye, he smiled back and waved. She guessed if Bob was a problem John would have come over so she carried on talking with him. Bob offered to get her a top up for her glass. She accepted his kind offer.
While he was away she saw some people play darts, groups were chatting, all the while the music continued to play. When Bob returned he handed her the drink. Then he produced a digital camera and took a photograph of her. Quickly she adjusted herself into a pose and smiled broadly.
"Thank you." Bob said, as he showed her the back of the camera. The photograph was very good. "Do you like it?"
"Its very good." Anne replied.
"One of my big hobbies. I love taking pictures. You are a very good subject, very photogenic. I must say you have extremely beautiful eyes Anne."
Anne laughed. "A lot of people find grey eyes cold and stern."
"Nonsense, I find them mysterious and fascinating." Bob replied and Anne felt he was being really honest. "Tell me, have you ever done any posing or modelling." With that Anne blushed slightly. Again he gently took hold of her, "Sorry if I seemed too forward but you are perfect for modelling." With that he took a few more candid pictures of her. She was beginning to feel really at ease when John returned.
"Oh, hello stranger you look very much like my husband. But I ain't seen him for ages." Bob sniggered while John feigned indignation.
He shrugged his shoulders. "You seemed to be getting on fine with Bob."
"Must mingle, catch you guys later." Said Bob as he left them to themselves.
Anne and John talked before she convinced him to dance with her. "So what did you make of Bob. He was very happy to hear you were coming tonight as he had seen a pic of you that I have got in my wallet. Thinks you could be a model." He saw Anne's face and added. "Don't think of him as a dirty old man. He's only ten years older than us and he does take his cameras and photography very, very seriously."
"I guessed that, he seems really nice." Anne had thought that Bob was a handsome man so she decided here and now that she would allow him to chat to her, even chat her up, as well as letting him take some more pictures of her.
John got them both more wine from the bar and when he returned they sat down, watching their fellow partygoers, relaxed and enjoyed themselves. As Bob walked past he took their photograph. He asked them to get closer together, embrace, then why didn't they kiss one another. After their impromptu posing session Bob thanked them before he crossed the room to where the dartboard was. Anne looked up lovingly at John as the mix of alcohol and the humid heat slowly intoxicated her.
"I have enjoyed today." She said to him. "I am jealous you get to work out here, I can't imagine you miss me."
"Bob used to say I talked non-stop about you. Then of course he saw your picture and fully understood. Want to play darts?" She nodded and they made their way to the board.
The people were playing 'first to the bull' to try and hit the bull's-eye but it seemed everyone's aim was effected by the drinking. After a while one of the guys noted it was one o'clock in the morning and announced he would hit the bull and call it a night. A mixture of cheers and laughter greeted his throw as it hit the centre just as he had predicted. In a dramatic style Bob pretended to faint through shock and lay prone on the floor. Anne threw her darts and as she walked to the board she passed close to Bob's head and he looked up. His eyes opened wide as he got a view up her skirt and she knew he would have glimpsed her panties. Looking down at him she gave a dirty wink, looking across at John, they both laughed.
Anne went to the toilet then as she returned she noticed Bob and John at the bar. Walking up behind John she playfully grabbed at his sexy round arse. He turned and kissed her, while his hand groped at her firm round bottom. She told him that she wanted to pop outside to get some fresh air. Walking into the open she realised that even at night there was little fresh air.
"Surprised by the heat?" It was Bob.
"Kind of remember being told the night was cold in the desert."
"Normally yes. You see when there is no cloud the heat escapes up into space. However, there was cloud today and they haven't moved so they act like a quilt trapping the hot air." Looking out into the darkness he asked, "Please can I take some more pictures of you?"
"Sure, but where's your camera?"
"Actually, I wanted to ask if I could take some sexier ones this time."
Anne looked at him. "Such as?"
