An azure-eyed blonde, Claire had a generously proportioned young body that caused most men to stop in their tracks and forget what they were doing just to get another look at her. Then one noticed her blonde hair cascading down past her shoulder blades, wind-blown and thick and straight, tousling back from her high forehead with wild splendor. There was something about the way she carried herself, gracefully, but with an almost uncontainable bursting energy, that made a man's cock jerk at the sight of her. Her eyes were sky blue and she had flawless skin, a lovely luminous white, soft and blushing into a faint pink on the undersides of her high cheekbones.
Her looks made it terribly hard on her living in an Arab country. Whereas most of the women were dark and sultry, here was Claire Wells – like a ray of sunshine in the dark, and she was noticed by more than one man in the cities. In fact, she had even been followed by the Arab men, and she, could not seem to get rid of them.
The way they avidly undressed her with their dark, smoldering eyes sent Claire into flurries of exasperation. And though she had told Grant of this unwanted attention, he seemed to pay it no mind. If he ever took it seriously at all. To him, a woman enjoyed being appreciated – and she did, but not like the Arabs appreciated her.
She'd tried to call her husband's attention to their obscene overtures but, as usual, Grant had been in his own terribly private world. He seemed oblivious to everything, especially lately, ever since that wild night of oral sex. Why, he had not even touched her in weeks. It was as though he were feeling responsible for their obscene fucking and had decided to stay away from her to prevent further occurrences. Or it may even be that he was mad at her for the way she had behaved and was now punishing her. Whatever the reason, it was taking its toll on both of them. Her pussy seemed to be hot all the time, now, and with no one to satisfy her, she was both frustrated and bored.
It was a boredom that came from not having her desires as a woman satisfied. Nights she'd lie awake in bed, tossing and turning and hoping Grant would wake up in a rare moment of passion and plunge his thick cock up into her eager young pussy again. But he didn't. In the morning she'd awake, after only hours of sleep, and dread the idea of getting up and facing a day that would be filled with loneliness.
She found herself going out of the complex on the barest excuse, searching for companionship with the wild oil crowd she knew frequented the little town close by. That had been the root of her troubles. Already she'd attended three spur-of-the-moment parties, unaccompanied by Grant. And already she was involved in a guilty flirtation that she was desperately trying to get out of.
The man's name was Lyle Rhodes. He worked with Esso as a construction engineer at an oil site being built a few hundred kilometers away. He had come into the main compound for supplies when she had met him.
One night last week he had driven her across the compound to her house after a party. Instead of going to her house, he had driven to the fenced border of the compound and had stopped the car: He had slid across the front seat next to her.
'Why did you come out here?' she'd asked, tensing as his hand caressed her long slender neck and slid down to the top of her blouse.
Lyle Rhodes hadn't said anything. When he kissed her, it felt like a thousand tiny erotic fingers were butterflying teasingly through her belly, sending lewd wisps of desire into her cock-hungry cunt.
Again he'd kissed her and she'd opened her mouth, letting his tongue play heatedly against her own. Then her own tongue plunged into his mouth and he'd drawn his lips around it, sucking on it vigorously while his hand parted the front of her blouse and began kneading her passionately throbbing tits beneath her lacy white bra. Her nipples hardened achingly as he slipped his fingers deeper beneath the bra and squeezed on the stiffening little buds. Then his other hand drew her skirt up along her quivering thighs and he caressed their firm supple fullness until driving heat banked rousingly through her starving cunt. The excited young blonde wife let Lyle touch her white panties.
'Oooohhhh,' she moaned, grinding her desire-inflamed pussy-mound up and down on the car seat, feeling the cushion rubbing between her legs arousing her all the more. She tried to get as much pleasure out of the experience as possible without actually letting him ravish her heatedly frustrated cunt.
But struggling against him had been hard. Within moments after he kissed her, he forced Claire's hand around his exposed thickly jerking prick while he thrust one extended middle finger up beneath the tight elastic leg band of her skimpy bikini panties.
She jerked on his impatiently throbbing cock while he finger fucked in and out of her hot, slippery cunt. Finally,. the trembling wife could feel a cum charging down through her hungry pussy in a blinding flash. I'm cumming, she thought, just from the sweet pressure of his finger fucking in my hot pussy! As the cum gushed through her wetly clasping cunt walls that clasped tightly around Lyle's fingers, his throbbing cock trembled wildly in her hands. She jerked harder on his pulsing shaft, feeling the swollen underside swell up and grow quiveringly thick and stiff. Then she looked down and saw his bulbously rounded cock head beginning to spew its white jets of seething juices into the gentle cup of her hand.
It had happened so fast that Claire felt nothing but a deep sense of disappointment after it was over. Neither the young woman nor the oil construction engineer said anything to each other on the drive back to her house. When she reached home, all the lights were out and Lyle tried again to persuade her to let him fuck her.
'This time I'll fuck you. I don't want any more of these teenage finger fucks, for God's sake.'
She managed to remain composed, kissed him good night, and walked shakily back to the darkened house.
He had had to go out to the new site the next day, but he would be back sooner or later. And then she would start to worry. As it was with her and Grant right now, and the fact that Grant hadn't fucked her in weeks, made the temptation to have an affair almost overwhelming.
If he came by again she didn't know what she would do, and he would come by, she was sure of it. He had said as much to her – he might even come by tomorrow before he left. But that wasn't the worst part of it; the worst part was that Lyle had access to the work schedules and he would know when Grant was out on a job or at the office. He would know when she would be alone!
Claire didn't sleep well that night and when she woke the next morning, she felt tired and dragged out. In fact, the only good thing about the whole morning, she decided, was the fact that Grant had already left by the time she woke up and he didn't see the condition she was in. She felt so damned guilty about what she had allowed Lyle Rhodes to do to her pussy that she felt miserable. She just knew that if Grant had seen her he would have been able to tell immediately how upset she was. In her distracted state he would probably even be able to tell why she was so miserable.
Well, no matter. She would keep herself busy today, that way she would not have to think about the whole affair.
The Esso compound at Ad Dammam was set up like an army base. It was nearly self-sufficient. It had its own stores and restaurant and a cafe. Every Monday morning the guards at the compound gate would let the local merchants in from Ad Dammam and they would set up a kind of market on the main street.
Claire enjoyed going shopping in the weekly market, and today it was just what she needed. She dressed quickly and drove down to the center of the compound.
She needed the admiration the Arab men always bestowed upon her – she needed it desperately today, and she got, it! The merchants waited to serve her, and several. times she caught one or another of them savoring the provocative jiggle of her sensuously curved ass-cheeks as she moved from one stall to another.
'Hey, Hanin! Hey, beautiful Bibek! Hanin!' one man called after her as she darted past the adjacent stall.
'Hello! Hello! Hello!' one young darkly handsome merchant called as the pretty blonde American passed his stall.
Claire laughed as she turned down the street from the market to the central plaza of the compound. Here, she took the lewd remarks that were thrown at her as compliments, not insults against her breathtaking figure. It was different from the furtive way the Arabs in the big cities had given her the once over – they didn't seem as dirty, somehow. Foreign girls had developed a reputation for being fast according to Arabic standards. Claire understood this and accordingly dressed in what she considered conservative fashion. It wasn't her fault that however modestly she swung her lushly rounded ass-cheeks, she brought out catcalls and salacious laughter. But instead of an arrogant stare back at them, she smiled and went on brightly about her business.
From Ad Dammam, she could hear the prayer callers sounding the call for the midday prayer from the towers of the minarets. There was a sudden crowding of people around her as the office workers got off for their lunch breaks and made for the restaurant opposite the main office building, crowded with employees from the
