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When her last guests left. Yasmin said, "Mr. Rosling, let me get you home."

"Yasmin, I can take a taxi."

"Nonsense. Let's go." Her Mercedes was parked on the side of her home.

It was twenty minutes across the city, and we talked about the school. I thanked her for inviting me. It was nice to get out.

Instead of dropping me off, Yasmin parked her car. "Mr. Rosling, it is customary to invite someone in for tea."

"I would, but I'm certain there's no tea in my flat and I haven't done much shopping." Even if I had gone to the store, I'm certain tea would not be on my grocery list.

"That's what I expected. I brought my own tea. I think you'll like it."

Inside, nonchalantly, she uncovered her hair, and let it shake out. Now, I had a better idea of her age. There were hints of grey. She was perhaps in her early fifties.

Yasmin made herself at home in my kitchen. She found a teapot that I didn't know existed in my fully furnished flat. We continued our chat, but to be fair, I was a little nervous. I mean being alone with a woman not my wife in this culture sounded like trouble.

Yasmin seemed unfazed. "Sam, I'm sure that you have no idea the constraints women here are under."

"No, I don't."

"Let me tell you that underneath what we wear many of our women remind themselves that they are indeed women and we want to look beautiful."

Yasmin shocked me. Right there in my living room, she removed her abaya. That wasn't the worst part, beneath it she had the most beautiful undergarments: a bra which barely covered what it was supposed to. It was an almost transparent white; her dark nipples were visible. Then there was the matching bikini panties. Clearly visible was a dark patch of pubic hair.

"Are you sure you're allowed to do this?"

"Sam, sometimes I need to feel like a woman, not a black blob waddling down the street. Sam, tell me I'm a woman."

"Oh, you're definitely a woman. I've seen women, and you definitely fit the description." I smiled.

"Thank you, Sam. How about now?" Yasmin unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.

"I couldn't contain myself. "Yasmin, I've seen women and those are the most beautiful breasts I've ever had the pleasure . . ."

"Pleasure of what, Sam?" She came into my arms. "Maybe the pleasure of feeling them, kissing them, sucking them?" Yasmin kissed me on the mouth. "Sam, tell me I have beautiful tits."

"They are, Yasmin. With an arm around her neck, I used the other to take one of the most loveliest tits I'd seen in my hand. Firm, but soft. Big but not Belinda or Mrs. Hamlin big, and certainly not like the udder-like titties of Chloe in Senegal. More like Lucinda's in Tijuana or Frau Schmidt's. "Sam, I drove you home tonight because I need you to make love to me."

"Are you sure because in the next few minutes you won't be able to change my mind?"

Yasmin looked around; it wasn't difficult to find where the bedroom was in my small flat. She led the way. "Sam, It's important that you look at me, see me as woman." She turned on the light on my nightstand and the one in the bathroom.

She took off her panties and got under the covers. "Are you coming, Sam?"

I took off my shirt, shoes, socks and pants, and joined her. "I didn't think a young man would be so shy." She reached for the waist band of my briefs. "Do you want me to help you?" She laughed. "I'd be glad to."

"I can do it." Soon, like Yasmin, I was naked and we were in an embrace. "Didn't you tell me you wanted me to feel, kiss and suck these beauties?"

My hand, then my mouth were all over her tits. "Sam, are they really beautiful? I don't need your sweet talk. You already know that I'm yours if you want me."

"Yasmin, they are very beautiful," I said with a nipple in my mouth and my tongue playing with it.

She reached down and took my hardening cock in her hand. It had happened before. Her eyes got big as she explored it. "Sam, at my age, I'm sure you guessed I'm not a virgin, but I have to say I've never had anything this big. I'm looking forward to enjoying it. And Sam when I say I want to enjoy it, I mean wherever you'd like me to enjoy it."

She kissed me hard on the mouth while continuing to play with my cock. "Yasmin, you're an amazing woman and I'm honored to be with you, but I must tell you that although I don't have much experience I do know that when I enjoy a woman I want to enjoy her with all my senses and that includes taste."

"Sam, I know what you're saying, but I have to tell you and it's a little embarrassing at my age, no one has ever done that to me. Are you sure you want to?"

Of course, Yasmin didn't know me. At this moment, there was nothing I'd rather do. "Yasmin, if I'm going to make love to you, I want to make love to all of you."

"Well, okay, but Sam, I have to tell you I'm a little nervous."

I laughed, "I promise it will be painless."

I started kissing her from those lovely tits to her stomach and then maneuvered between her legs and spread them. "Oh Yasmin, you're beautiful." She had a thick black bush. As black as Belinda's and Chloe's and almost as thick as Mrs. Hamlin's.

"Sam, are you saying I have a beautiful pussy?"

"It's as gorgeous as I've ever seen; not that I'm familiar with all that many, but Yasmin, you know I just don't want to look at it."

I started kissing her bush all over, inhaling her smell. "Yasmin, your fragrance is delightful."

Slowly I licked her pussy hole which was slowly opening. "hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm," Yasmin sighed softly.

I did what I do best. I ate and ate or if you prefer, I made love to her pussy with my tongue.

Yasmin demanded I fuck her. It wasn't a demand or command like Frau Schmidt, but she was insistent. "Sam, I need your cock. After what you've been doing to me, give me your cock."

She was a great and I do mean great fuck. Her lovely ass never stopped moving. "Damn, Sam, that cock has all the nerve endings in my pussy on fire. Keep fucking me; fuck me harder."

I laughed, "Yasmin, you have it wrong. You're fucking me."

"Yes, well, let's keep going. Your cock is so good to me."

"And my tongue?"

"Oh, yeah. Fuck me, Sam."

It was after midnight when Yasmin left. "Sam, it wouldn't be proper for me to spend the night, especially with my car parked right outside. We should plan on seeing each other next weekend, and Sam, it has been a while, I promise to do better."

It had happened again. I found myself involved without even trying. I had to admit Yasmin was a great fuck, and that pussy, delicious."

The following weekend, there was more of everything: fucking, sucking, eating. I couldn't get enough of her pussy, and Yasmin couldn't get enough of my cock: not in her pussy or in her mouth.

Two weeks later, "Sam, do you know what happens Tuesday at sunset?"

"No idea."

"Ramadan begins." She went on to explain the holiest month in the Muslim calendar. She was excited. "Sam, I'm not a very good Muslim, but there are certain things I do and don't do during Ramadan. The bad news is that I can't have sex."

"Oh?"

"The good news," she had a huge smile on her face, "you're not Muslim, you can have all the sex you can handle."

I was a little confused. "Sam, I can just lay back and let you enjoy and enjoy and enjoy. You do enjoy my pussy, don't you Sam?"

"Yasmin, are you saying that I can eat and eat, and you get to just lay there?" Like her I had a big smile on my face.

"I'm sure that I'm not exactly adhering to the law, but like I said, I'm not a very good Muslim, but Sam, you have to understand, no fucking and no blowjobs and only after sundown."

"I can live with that." Little did she know.

Every time we were together during Ramadan, Yasmin would undress and find a comfortable place to sit or lay down, and I would make love to her pussy. My tongue was insatiable; her pussy tasty; her orgasms numerous.

I only quit to let Yasmin catch her breath. "Sam, I've never had orgasms like this. I'm so ready for more of your tongue. Give my pussy another kiss, please Sam."

When I wasn't eating, Yasmin told me about herself. "After boarding school in Switzerland, I went to the London School of Economics. That's where I met Henri. My family expected me to be a virgin when I returned home and marry some distant cousin three times my age.

"It didn't happen. In less than a month, what do you Americans say, Henri and I were fucking like rabbits. As you can tell Sam, I have a thing for cocks. I can't wait to have yours again. There are only nine more days until Ramadan ends. Then you better watch out," she laughed.

"Anyhow, one day Henri and I were so anxious that we forgot to lock the door. I was on my knees; I'm sure you get the picture, when one of his friends walked in on us."

"That must have been embarrassing."

"Worse. His friend, Abdul was Jordanian, and couldn't wait to tell everyone back here what he saw. I was shunned, ostracized. I'd never be able to marry. I stayed in London for ten years."

"Why did you come back?"

"My mother was dying. She wanted to see me. She convinced my father to send for me. They didn't forgive me and I'm still not part of the family, but they let me live in peace."

"That must be a relief."

"In some ways, yes. Still, if my male cousins found that I was sleeping with a Christian, I'd be in trouble. We don't stone adulterers anymore or infidels, but still. I don't want to talk about this anymore. I need some happy thoughts. Sam, can your tongue give me some happy thoughts?"

The day after Ramadan ended, Yasmin insisted we fuck. When I finished, she went down on me, coaxing my cock to get hard so we could fuck again. Of course, it took a while. When she did get me hard, we fucked again, and then her mouth started all over again.

For the month after Ramadan there was lots of eating, fucking and blowjobs. Mostly eating. Yasmin understood what I liked, and how I liked to please her.

It's not that I had to teach Yasmin anything, but I did show her how Frau Schmidt liked me to eat her pussy. I had her sit on a kitchen chair with her legs spread while I knelt on the floor.

I had her ride my face. It didn't take her long to figure out how to make herself cum like that.

It's not that we didn't fuck, but when we did, she finished on top, and then scooted up and rubbed her cum-filled pussy all over my face.

Yasmin thought it was the funniest thing to squat over my face, and let my cum drip out of her pussy onto my face. She liked me licking my cum out of her pussy. "Sam, tell me again how good my pussy tastes. A girl my age can't hear that enough."

TO BE CONTINUED

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