Egyptian soldier enjoyed with Kuwaiti beauty in 1991.
It was a dark and stormy night…
No, seriously, it was a fucking dark and stormy night. It was cold, wet, miserable, and dark as hell. I was sunk in mud halfway up my combat boots
My name is Basim Abd-Al-Aziz , Sergeant First Class, Egyptian Army. I’m a 21 Mike –a firefighter, and I’m responsible for all, and I quote, “Fire protection, personnel rescue, first aid and fire prevention duties” at Army Flight Operations Detachment, Ahmed Al Jaber Air Base. Translation: I’m a thirty two year old solder in this man’s Army, pretending to be a station chief, trying to keep an honest-to-god firefighting service together on hope, dreams, bailing wire and all the equipment I can misappropriate from beautiful, scenic, Ahmed Al Jaber Air Base.
Cold comfort in the desert, let me tell you.
I peeled off my shirt, slipped into my sleeping bag and drifted into the dreamless sleep of the weary.
I awoke to the sound of the tent’s rainfly being slowly unzipped. I went rigid. Silently, I groped around the inside of the tent for something to use as a weapon. I found my ruck beside me and thrust my hand into the open pouch. The first thing that came to hand was… a chemlight.
A chemlight? Seriously? Who do I even carry those with me?
Probably because safety conferences give them away for free and I’m a natural scrounger. And because, technically, they’re part of the seventy-two hour kit I feel naked without lugging around.
Well, fine. Punching someone with the end of a glowstick will hurt me less and them more than my fist will. And light could be good.
The inner fly my tent peeled open with a quiet hiss, and I saw the silhouette of a head start to duck into the inner chamber.
I snapped the chemlight into emerald brightness and pulled back my first to strike out at… a beautiful young woman, blinking at me in amazement. Her mouth opened and she worked her jaw to say something, but apparently she thought better of it because nothing came out. It looked like she had crawled into the wrong tent by mistake. Then she cocked her head at me for a moment, as if she were trying to figure something out. She peered at me for a long second, then she straightened, and crawled the rest of the way in.
I was in shock on several levels. For one, that she had actually had the nerve to come in to my tent like that. For another, I had never seen a woman so uniquely beautiful in my entire life. I mean, sure I watch movies like everyone else, and there’s always the internet, but even counting the singers and actresses that tour with the ESO (Egyptian Service Organizations), I had never seen anyone that looked like her in person. She was long and delicate like a spun-glass figure, or a living barbie doll. She had the longest swan-like neck I had ever seen, terrific breasts, and mouth-wateringly wide hips that flared beneath a dramatically narrow waist. In the soft green light her skin could have been made of polished marble, and her hair must have been newly brushed into the lustrous, silky waves that hung down past her waist. What kind of woman puts that much effort into her hair anymore?
Oh, and she was totally, unashamedly, gloriously naked. And she was reaching for the zipper to my sleeping bag.
As it happens, I know something about willpower. The Army issues you a whole bunch of it when they promote you to a senior NCO(non-commissioned officer) billet and turn you into a father figure for a bunch of perpetually horny young men. So when this pale brunette Bedouin goddess started unzipping my sleeping bag, I summoned up fucking all of it and just barely managed to force myself to catch her hand.
She looked up at me with a question in her eyes.
Wait, she wants me to talk, too? That can’t be fair.
“Honey, I think you have the wrong tent,” I finally croaked out. Very smooth.
She cocked her head at me again in that curious expression and murmured something to herself in a language that sounded vaguely Khaliji. Maybe she was Kuwaiti. That might explain a few things, actually. She smiled slyly and reached for the zipper again, and when she did she shifted position a little and Oh God her breasts were amazing.
I didn’t care about stopping her anymore.
She pulled open the sleeping bag and looked me over with obvious satisfaction. And damn if that isn’t an awesome feeling, knowing that a beautiful woman finds your body attractive.
She slipped into the sleeping bag with me. The first touch of that white thigh against my leg was electric. I went rigid with pleasure from that touch alone. God, what was wrong with me, it hadn’t been that long since my last time with a woman, had it? I counted the months on mental fingers and the months turned into years which turned into the firm conclusion that yes, it had been that long since my last time.
She slithered against me while her hands played out patterns on my chest and shoulders, all the while murmuring her appreciation in Khaliji. When she nestled the mound of her pussy on top of my briefs, and settled her weight on my cock, all I could do was groan my acceptance of the inevitable.
This unbelievable Kuwaiti chick was going to fuck me. And she didn’t seem to care that she didn’t know me, or that even though she was full grown, I had probably gotten my first promotion in the service before she had finished kindergarten. Hell, I wasn’t sure we even shared a language, but she was going to fuck me.
I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to fuck her back.
I pulled her up into a kiss, and when our tongues touched I swear my vision went white for a second. She moaned into the kiss, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tighter against me. Her breasts crushed against my chest, and I was amazed and insanely proud to feel her nipples hardening against me.
I grabbed a fistful of her black hair and pulled her head back, trailing kisses down the underside of her jaw, and she groaned and writhed. Her ankles hooked around my legs and she ground herself against my cock. Her nails dug into my chest, kneading me, almost like a cat. I got down to her collarbone and suddenly she threw me flat on my back and it was back to the lip-lock.
Our tongues danced, and when we broke for air she bit my lower lip, and gently pulled on me until I sat up into her kiss. She snaked her arms beneath my shoulders, got a grip on my hair, and clamped me down into the most amazing oral experience of my life.
It was more than a kiss. The way she used her lips… God. I thought I was aggressive kisser, but she explored my tongue as if she were taking part of me into her. Little did I know. The whole time she was gyrating her hips on top of me, massaging me into painful hardness beneath her. I started humping back against her and then suddenly, I don’t know how, my briefs were gone and my cock was sandwiched between her lips.
The feeling of her silkiness against my skin shocked me into stillness. As she dragged herself across my cock, it twitched, and she smiled hungrily.
She raised herself up, and I watched from inside a curtain of her black hair as she reached down between us and squeezed my cock, long and lovingly. She tipped me up at a little angle and rubbed the head back and forth across her hairless slit. Her eyes went half-lidded in desire.
“Yesss,” she hissed.
She sank back a little, just enough to split her shaven lips with the head of my cock. I pumped my hips out of sheer reflex, but she artfully kept herself just out of my reach, teasing me with her contact. She grinned at me, and lowered her head to play her tongue around the hollow of my throat.
I rubbed my hands up and down the smooth skin of her narrow flanks and she purred in response. She rocked her hips up and down, sliding my cock bottom to top between her soaking lips. She tongued around my neck, and played at biting my collarbone in between kisses. And then she bit down harder, hunched her back and slid me inside her. The feeling of her bulging around me, sliding me into her was so intense I didn’t dare to breathe.
When her mound came to rest against my pelvis and she had buried me inside her to the root, she shuddered against me. She huffed ragged breaths against my neck between bared teeth.
I brought my hands along her sides and cupped the sides of her breasts where they pillowed against me, thumbing her nipples. At my touch, I felt them swell harder against my chest, and she let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. Her pussy spasmed around my cock and she shuddered.
She took a deep breath and rose to her knees. I looked up in fascination at her as she towered over me, ducking her head to fit beneath the curved roof of the tent. She had unbelievable breasts such a slender frame. They were heavy and soft in my hands, each one more than a handfull. I kneaded what I could hold, tracing my thumb in circles around the pebbled skin around her swollen nipples.
Her eyes fluttered in pleasure, and she began rocking her hips sharply forward and back. Her hands drifted across my chest and shoulders, and trailed their way up my arms, squeezing. She kept up her rocking pace like the rhythm of riding a horse, and her eyes fluttered again. Her hands found my wrists, and pulled my hands harder against her breasts.
She started rotating her hips in small circles, grinding her pussy against the root of my cock. She let her hands drop down to her thighs, closing her eyes and breathing deeply through her nose. I took the opportunity to explore her with my hands, caressing her smooth belly. Her ribcage was tiny in my hands, and I traced the hollows between her ribs and the curves of her abdomen.
She hissed in pleasure and I felt her pussy grip me tighter. Grinning at her response, I ran my hands lightly up an over her shoulders and around the sides of her neck, barely touching her. I drew my hands down the back of her arms, and she squirmed again.
I ran my hands back up her body and found a sensitive spot on the back of her long, long neck, at the base of her skull. Her head rocked back, exposing her pale throat made green by the light, and she moaned incoherently. I traced fingers down the hollow of her throat, and back down her front, avoiding the simple pleasure of her heavy breasts.
When my hands reached her hips, her eyes snapped open, flashing with desire and determination. She stopped the circular motion of her hips and began to thrust herself down on my cock. I reached my hands around the curve of her hips to cup her ass as she moved up and down atop me, helping her rise, and letting her sink down my shaft again.
We fucked in earnest for an eye-clouding eternity; she bouncing atop me, mauling her heaving breasts; I clutching her hips and thumbing the hood of her bare clit.
With a growl she threw body down against my own, and began rocking her hips back and forth. She was grinding the base of my cock with her clit, clenching her ass to do the work of moving, and I held on for the ride.
Her breasts crushed against me, her hard nipples tracking trails of sensation across my chest. She was flushed with heat inside and out, and so was I. I throbbed inside her, and on each thrust I felt her pussy squeezing tighter and tighter.
Suddenly her eyes were right in front of mine, blazing with need. Her hands clutched desperately at my hair.
“You have to come,” she whimpered, riding my cock and grinding against me at the bottom of each stroke. I felt my orgasm building and knew I was close. “Come with me.”
“I’m coming,” I hissed back against her ear.
She clawed at my back desperately as she spiraled further towards her climax.
“I need you to come with me,” she cried. Her pussy clenched my shaft rhythmically. She was teetering on the knife-edge of a powerful orgasm, trying to hold off, trying to let me join her.
“I will,” I husked. My thighs were on fire, and I could feel the flash of pleasure running down the length of my cock. I was an eyeblink away.
“Come with me!”
She threw her head back, shrieking, convulsing. Her nails dug tracks into my shoulders and her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice. Her hips jerked into my own, crushing against me, and her pussy seemed to get even hotter and wetter.
“Yes!” I bellowed, and clutched her tight against me. I felt my cock pulse and spurt into the depths of her pussy.
Her pussy spasmed again against my hard shaft. I was so sensitive I thought I would pass out from the pleasure, and moaned helplessly. Her whimper joined mine, and we shuddered together, clutching each other. We rocked back and forth, breathing raggedly.
After many minutes, our breathing returned to normal. Our desperate embrace softened, and I stroked her back and her ass possessively. She still gripped me tightly, but drew a shuddering breath and dipped her head to kiss the side of my neck.
I was still half-hard inside her, and I could feel our joined fluids seeping out around my shaft and on to our tangled legs. It felt good. Neither one of us was in any hurry to move.
After five or ten more minutes she shifted her weight, and by silent mutual agreement we untangled ourselves from each other. A little moue from her when my member slipped out of her sheath, and she caressed it lovingly.
It took a little work, but we rolled and scooted onto our sides, facing each other. I draped an arm around her waist, and she stroked my short hair, totally relaxed. I gazed wonderingly at the young woman wrapped against me in the pale green light.
“I don’t even know your name,” I murmured to her.
Her eyes went very wide and flashed with what I didn’t recognize then as nervousness, but her face cleared just as soon as it clouded, and she grinned playfully.
“You can call me Halima,” she told me in a lilting accent.
She leaned into me and we kissed tenderly, deeply. I must have fallen asleep during the kiss, because the feel of her lips and the touch of her tongue was the last thing I remember that night.
I woke up alone, naked and sprawled half way out of the sleeping bag. Well, that figured. A girl might be willing to sneak into a complete stranger’s tent for a night of wild monkey sex, but there’s no way in hell she’ll stick around to be there in the morning. Or afternoon, judging from the amount of light pouring through my tent. Not to mention the number of knots that had worked themselves into my back.
I looked at my watch: thirteen hundred. God, I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been asleep until one in the afternoon. Not without being drunk off my ass first, anyway.
God damn. What the hell was I thinking last night? Strange foreign girl sneaks into stranger’s tent, fucks him senseless, leaves. There was no way that could have been the first time she’d pulled a stunt like that. I’d be lucky if I didn’t catch something that would kill me. And over a girl named Halima?
And to think I used to lecture my guys about thinking with their dicks. I scrubbed my hands through my hair in bemused frustration.
A sudden thought came to me and I dove into the pockets of my MOLLE pack. But no, my wallet was still there. And so was the pretty little Kuwaiti sheath knife. I didn’t have anything else valuable with me. Maybe last night was just one of those weird, amazing things that happen to people every now and then.
I searched around for my briefs, but they were still sopping wet from her dry humping last night. Wasn’t very much dry about any part of last night, come to think of it. I wished we’d had more time together, so I could have gone down on her. Given how good what was left of her smelled, even the morning after, I was guessing she would have tasted pretty good.
I had an idle fantasy of meeting her again at another campground and going for an encore performance, but even while I was thinking about it I knew it was a pointless idea. A girl like that wouldn’t be interested in having the same guy twice. I sighed, and maybe it was sentimental, but I folded the shorts up and tucked them in a separate pouch, next to the tourist map and one of those indestructible clear plastic compasses.
I pulled on a fresh pair of briefs and my jeans, and rolled out of my tent to find a spot to take a piss. I noticed with absent interest that I was the last one left in the campsite.
Break-down didn’t take long all that. I was used to it by now. I chuckled when I looked at my MOLLE pack. There I was with a sixty pound pack, and it seemed to me like I was packing light. That’s as much as everyday ordinary bunker gear for a Fireman, and on training humps I was used to lugging around another forty or fifty pounds of weapons and ammo on top of a full ruck. Sixty pounds might sound like a lot, but it’s really only a little more than a quarter of my body weight. On humps and field exercises, I made my platoon carry a full seventy two hour pack along with anything else the mission demanded or they felt like carrying, and I hadn’t seen any reason to change just because I was on leave. And besides, sometimes it’s darned convenient to have everything but the kitchen sink strapped to your back.
I was shaved and ready to go inside twenty minutes, and then all that was left was getting rid of the garbage. I glanced around for the bear-proof garbage bins that are everywhere on the trails, and I was impressed. Chalk another one up to typical orderliness, the campsite was so clean you could hardly tell anyone had been there at all. I could barely even tell where the tents had been.