Arabic Escort Ladies
The Arabic Experience
Muhammed was a wealthy Arab merchant; the kind of exotic and rich foreign man that Sahra had hoped to have as a client ever since she became an escort. As her driver drove into his enormous compound, she heaved a long sigh and donned a wide smile, her mind filled with all the fun that she was going to have with him. He was a true gentleman, she reminded herself. She had chatted online with him on the phone, learning about his schedule, about his work and most importantly, about his needs.
He wanted a thrilling experience with a totally enthralling Middle eastern escort. Those were his exact words and Sahra had put them to heart. She had come with all the tools he might need. With a perfect petite height and a body, befitting for a goddess, she was exactly the gorgeous Arabic companion of his dreams.
She boldly stepped out of the car and made her way into his house, only nodding once at the butler that helped her with her briefcase and ushered her up the stairs to the long passageway on the first floor.
“Where?” She asked him.
“The last room.” He whispered, his eyes staring at his feet. “He is waiting for you.”
Sahra smiled to herself, retrieved her briefcase from the coy house staff and dismissed him. She took her time to get to the room and rasped on the door, expecting to hear his anxious timid voice.
“Come in, Miss Sahra.” She heard instantly, the door slithering open as if it was remotely controlled. While she walked in, she noticed that his voice was unlike what she had imagined. It was strong, bold and commanding. More so, it sent a shiver down her spine, getting her to become the anxious one. Muhammed was in the middle of the room, completely naked on the bed. She saw his arms first before she noticed his hairy broad chest and the abs that formed around his ribs and stomach. His eyes – they were deep brown and they were staring admiringly at her as if she was exactly the kind of woman he had hoped for.
“You came with gifts?” His voice echoed around her again while she noticed that his eyes had fallen onto the briefcase in her hand.
“Yes.” She told him, stepping seductively towards him.
Her hips swayed effortlessly while her balloon-shaped breasts juggled freely in her tank top.
“I like gifts.” She heard him whisper as he shifted, giving her enough room on the bed beside him. Sahra dropped the briefcase on the bed instead of slithering into his waiting arms. She pulled the clips open and slowly opened the lid, aware of his intent gaze.
“Here.” She finally whispered, turning the briefcase so he could look at all the kinky tools she had brought with her. His eyes widened and glinted with excitement while his thin lips twitched sideways to become a goofy smile.
“Now, Miss Sahra, and to think that I doubted for days that you might not understand what kind of needs I want to be satisfied by an escort.”
Sahra smiled at him and finally slid onto the bed. Her fingers flew to her blouse while her legs widened in front of him, telling him how much more about their encounter he was about to find out.
“You are about to have that thrilling experience, Muhammed.” She told him. “So, brace yourself.”
He heaved a long sigh, one that got his chest to rise high as if his body was unable to handle all the excitement that coursed through him.
“I can’t wait, Miss Sahra.” He said. “I just can’t wait."