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Chapter 3 – We made love on horseback
After our ‘imperfect’ encounter in the morning, Rohit left my apartment. But promised to return that evening for a dinner date. He asked for my Jordanian phone number, and I readily shared it with Him.
A feeling of emptiness engulfed me as soon as He left. I had never been loved before. All I had seen and experienced in my life so far was lust from neighbours, colleagues, and middle-aged men. He was the 1st man to have professed His love for me.
I didn’t know if I was also in love with Him. But I had certainly developed feelings, both before and certainly after our morning rendezvous. The way it ended left me in a state of mixed emotions. I felt utterly restless and went for a walk.
Aqaba has an old-world charm. There are no tall buildings and very few state-of-the-art shopping arcades like Dubai, Doha or Abu Dhabi. Most buildings, especially residential ones, are 3 – 4 storeys tall. I kept walking for over 30 minutes till I reached the Marina.
The Marina, situated right on the banks of the Red Sea, is the most glamorous part of Aqaba. It has some truly opulent resorts, sweeping beaches, lively nightlife scene, and rows of luxury yachts. Rich European and Arab tourists mostly visit this area.
Snorkelling at the Marine Park and Scuba diving at the Red Sea are the biggest attractions for wealthy foreign tourists. These make Aqaba the perfect combination of ancient and modern, old and new, simplicity and luxury. It was, therefore, the perfect place for me to lose and rediscover myself.
My train of thought was interrupted by the ringtone of my phone. He was calling. I was so lost in my thoughts that I failed to notice when darkness had set in. It was evening and time for our dinner date.
I informed Him of my location, and He reached the Marina in 20 minutes. He looked dapper as usual. Smelling nice, as usual. Chivalrous as usual. He got out of the car and opened the door for me to get in.
“Sightseeing, are you?” He asked as soon as I got inside His car. “This place looks utterly gorgeous at night.”
“Yes, it does,” I replied. “Where are we going for dinner?”
“Downtown Aqaba,” He said, “the best restaurants are located there.”
We reached downtown in just 10 minutes. This area boasts of the best hotels and restaurants in the city. Double Tree by Hilton is the most famous hotel and landmark here. Surrounding the Double Tree are hundreds of restaurants and liquor shops.
We entered an elegant-looking eatery called Seven Spices. “It’s the best Indian restaurant in town,” He said.
“We will be going to Wadi Rum tomorrow,” He said as soon as we were allotted a table.
Wadi Rum is a world-famous tourist destination and one of the top 3 attractions of Jordan. The other 2 are Aqaba’s Red Sea Marina and the ancient city of Petra.
“What do you mean by ‘we’?” I asked. “I never said I wanted to visit Wadi Rum, that too with you.”
“It would be a gift from my side,” He replied smilingly and confidently, as usual. “The deserts and caves over there will blow away your mind. And you won’t find a better company than me.”
His confidence was impressive, and His smile was contagious. I couldn’t say no.
“How far is it from here?” I asked.
“70 km approximately,” He said. “But we have to leave early to beat the heat and the rush of tourists in the afternoon.”
“How early?” I asked again. “70 km could be covered in an hour.”
“We won’t be going by car. We will be going on horseback,” He replied.
“What? On a horse? Why?” I was flabbergasted. “I don’t know how to ride a horse.”
“There is nothing more peaceful, more satisfying, and more uplifting than a horse ride through the desert,” He looked straight into my eyes. “It is 20 times better than a car ride or a camel ride.”
“But I don’t know how to ride a horse,” I repeated.
“In that case, we will ride together on a single horse. I am a good rider, so you don’t need to worry. Consider it as a gift.”
“And where will you get the horse from?”
“A friend has a ranch on the outskirts of the city. He will send across the horse tomorrow morning,” He said. “We should leave by 5 AM before the sun starts boiling.”
“5 AM? So early?” I am not an early riser, so the thought of getting up early didn’t seem appealing.
He bent forward and said, “You do realise that August is not the right time to visit Jordan, don’t you? July and August are peak summer months. The temperature usually crosses 45°C during the day. It will be more in the desert, around 48°C. So, leaving early in the morning is not an option but a necessity.”
We finished our dinner and chatted on the ride home. I got down from the car in front of my apartment and asked if He would like to come inside. He smiled and said I should go to bed early in order to get a good night’s sleep.
I realised that He knew I wouldn’t get much sleep if He were to enter my apartment. Nor would He. I wished Him goodnight, and He drove off, but not before giving me a bit of advice.
“Wear either a long dress or loose-fitted pants tomorrow,” was His advice. “Don’t wear jeans or leggings. They are not ideal for the desert heat and might cause rashes.”
So, that’s what I did. I got up at 4 AM, took a cold shower, shaved my pubes and ass, and put on my favourite long floral-printed dress. It reached my ankles. I also applied a lot of perfume and lipstick. The lipstick was neither glossy nor matt and lent a velvet-like finish to my lips.
He arrived 10 minutes before 5 on a black stallion. The horse was huge, much bigger than the horses I have seen in India. He said it was a pure breed Arabian stallion, considered one of the best horses in the world.
I had taken only sunglasses and a small purse. Nothing else. He, on the other hand, had come with supplies. A few bottles of water, a GPS device, and 2 hats – one for me and one for Him.
He helped me get on the horse by standing on the ground and lifting me by the waist. But that wasn’t enough. The horse was too tall, and I was too short. So He grabbed my hips and pushed them onto the back of the horse.
His touch on my bottom felt good. What a way to start the day! He sat behind me on the horse, put a hat on my head and took the horse’s reins in His hands. And we were off.
The horse galloped slowly. I watched the sunrise on the horizon across the desert. It was a breathtaking view – miles of sand, half in dark brown, yet to be touched by sunlight. The other half shone like gold under the first rays of the sun.
We were outside Aqaba and in the desert in less than 20 minutes. He looked handsome as ever in a beige hat, Gucci sunglasses, t-shirt and baggy pants. He looked great, smelled great and was a very good horse rider.
“Did you sleep well last night?” He asked suddenly.
“No,” I replied.
“Kept thinking about me all night?” He asked again. I didn’t answer even though He was right.
“Thank you for wearing the lipstick. Looks great on you,” He said and bent forward to kiss my shoulders.
We were now the only travellers in the desert. There was not a soul in sight. He guided the horse away from the highway onto the dunes where nobody could see us.
Just like yesterday, He started by kissing my shoulders first. Then gently moved my hair to kiss the back of my neck. Then my ears, my cheeks, my throat. I offered no resistance. I wanted it.
He held the reins of the horse in His left hand and cupped my breast with His right. He slowly felt it over, fondled it, caressed it, squeezed it softly. He pinched my nipple through the clothes.
Then He switched hands and repeated the same actions on my left breast with His left hand. I felt horny and aroused and began to breathe heavily.
By that time, the entire desert was flooded with sunlight. His hand had moved downward to my navel. He touched it through my dress, rubbed it with His finger, and drew circles on it. It sent shockwaves through my entire body. I felt wet between my legs. Very, very wet.
A few minutes later, His hand moved further downward. He touched my panties through the dress. I had no idea if He could feel how wet the panty was. It was drenched in my wetness.
The gallops of the horse, though slow, made it difficult for Him to slide His hand further down. The fabric of the long dress was also an obstacle. I wanted to feel His touch on my forbidden place. I tilted backwards, rested my head on His chest, and lifted my crotch slightly from the back of the horse.
That was all the encouragement He needed. He groped my crotch, pulled my back towards Him, and started rubbing my pubic mound through the dress. Gently at first, then faster and faster, until I closed my eyes and started moaning in pleasure.
Emboldened by my reaction, He found my clit and began to stimulate it through the dress. My clit had become so hard and engorged by then that locating it was not difficult for Him.
He rubbed His fingers back and forth, sideways and in circles. My tiny little clit kept swelling and swelling under this assault. The more He rubbed, the wetter my pussy got.
I was now leaking badly. My panties were totally drenched and left a damp patch on the fabric of the dress where they touched each other. I moaned and shivered, wriggled and quivered. I lost all control, bit my lips, curled my toes, and had a loud, explosive orgasm.
So much cum oozed out of my pussy that His fingers got smeared, and it left a big wet patch on the front of the dress. My discharge was so profuse that even the horse must have felt it. It stopped galloping suddenly.
We were in the middle of nowhere. Miles of sand surrounded us. There was nobody – neither human nor animals nor birds – anywhere in sight.
I collapsed backwards on His chest and slowly regained my composure. He gave me as much time as I needed to catch my breath. A sense of calm and tranquillity came over me. I felt peaceful and happy.
“Miss Velvet Lips, are you ok?” He whispered. I was too embarrassed to respond, just nodded yes.
We reached the Wadi Rum Visitor Centre after another 30 minutes. By then, the scorching sun had dried off most of the dampness of my dress, saving me from further embarrassment. We paid a tourist fee of 5 JD to enter the Wadi Rum Protected Area.
There were quite a few tourists present that day. Most had taken a car or taxi ride to reach there and a camel ride once they were inside. Me and Rohit were the only ones on horseback and, therefore, attracted some attention.
Rohit was right. Wadi Rum is so fascinating it cannot be described in words. Towering cliffs, dark caverns, narrow gorges, sweeping dunes – the list is endless.
But the best part is the presence of refreshing springs, the only (and unexpected) source of water in this vast, arid landscape. I fell in love with it immediately.
“Let’s dip our feet in the spring,” He said, “The horse needs some rest too.”
I took a few pics on my phone of the spring, of the surrounding landscape, and a selfie with Rohit and our majestic black stallion. Other tourists were doing the same.
“We will stay away from the crowd,” He said again, “and spend the whole day and night alone with each other. How does that sound?”
“Spend the night? Here? Can we?” I asked excitedly.
“Of course. There are Bedouin Desert Camps here for night stay. Most tourists spend the night here – either because they are too tired to return, or for stargazing, or both.”
“Stargazing? Really?” I was amused. “What’s so special about the stars here?”
“You will realise once you see it at night,” He replied. “Till then, let us roam around the entire area away from the crowd.”
We spent the whole day and afternoon riding our horse through Wadi Rum. Our voices echoed in the narrow gorges and rocky cliffs. He called out my name, I called out His, and both were merged in one echo and returned by the rocks. I felt happy, ecstatic, and, for the 1st time in my life, truly free.
Freedom, to most, is an idea, an abstract thought that pertains to control. But that’s not freedom. That’s independence. Freedom is riding wild over untamed land with no notion that any moment exists beyond the one you are living.
“Thank you from the bottom of my heart,” I told Him. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“Of course. I knew you would like it,” He replied with His usual cockiness. He didn’t understand how much freedom meant to me, that even though I had achieved independence in my life, I had never been truly free.
Riding through Wadi Rum’s wild terrain on horseback gave me the 1st taste of freedom that I had craved for my whole life.
It was then that I realised I had fallen in love with Him.
As dusk settled in, we rode further and further away from the tourists, the Bedouin camps, and, in effect, from civilisation itself. It was a magic hour – the period between sunset and moonrise – when both light and darkness could be seen in equal measure.
It was then that I stretched my hand behind, grabbed His neck and pulled His face closer to mine.
“I love you,” I murmured and let go of His neck.
He came alive. As if He was in a deep sleep and I had suddenly woken Him up. Those 3 words turned the magic hour into a magical one. As the horse trotted slowly on uninhabited land, He grabbed my waist from behind and lifted my dress above my ankles and thighs.
He slid His right hand under the dress, up my inner thighs, and caught hold of the elastic waistband of my panty. He pulled it up, softly and gently, and kept pulling up till the panty felt too tight on my crotch and pussy.
I gasped and shuddered. I felt hot and sweaty between my legs. My back arched behind towards His chest, trying to make room for my cunt to breathe. His pulling made my knickers cut into my skin and made me very horny.
He slid His hand inside my panty and touched my pubic mound. The clean-shaven, smooth skin must have excited Him because He started playing with the cleft of my vulva.
He ran His fingers over the juicy folds of my cleft, along the edges of the W-shape, over the tiny flaps and my clit till I started leaking. I could not sit idle this time. I had to reciprocate. I moved my right hand behind my back, found His crotch, and unzipped His pants.
I inserted my hand into His open fly, fumbled with the elastic of His underwear, pulled it down after some effort, and set His cock free. The rigid monster was already hard and waiting and sprang out of the confines of His undies.
He was now rubbing my pussy lips vigorously. And I was tugging at His dick furiously. He was in a hurry, and so was I. I wanted His cock inside me badly. Desperately.
In seconds, His massive cock stood erect and stiff. I kept stroking it fast. My cunt felt like a volcano – hot and ready to explode – due to His incessant rubbing. I touched the tip of His cock. It had started oozing pre-cum. I realised it was time. It was now or never.
I released His dick from my grasp. With my free hand, I lifted my dress above my hips. With the other hand, I grabbed the mane of the horse for support and bent forward.
I rested my head on the horse’s neck and lifted my butt. He came from behind and pulled my flimsy, wet, soiled panty aside. He started poking at my pussy with His cock.
I closed my eyes and waited for Him to invade me. He rubbed His stiff rod along the length of my sloppy slit for a few minutes. Then shoved it in with a slight push.
He invaded me slowly. His rock-hard cock penetrated my slippery hole softly and gradually. His gentle strokes then turned into thrusts. His thrusts turned into pounding. His gigantic cock started pulsating ferociously and ran wild inside my pussy.
I had never had anything so hard, so solid, so invincible impale my cunt from behind. I squealed wildly, trembled vigorously, and shivered continuously. His fat hard dick plunged in and out of my juicy hole like a machine, tearing my soft pussy apart.
With a final massive push forward, He shot off spurts of His warm thick cum and flooded my insides. I could not hold back either and climaxed once again. He withdrew His cock. Chunks of His white sticky cum mixed with my slippery cum started trickling out of my pussy, onto the back of the horse.
The white fluids shone like silver on the black skin of the horse. I was sure it realised what was going on because it stopped trotting and started neighing softly.
We got down from the horse and ran towards the big rocks surrounding us. It was evening now. Darkness had set in. The tourists must have gone back to the desert camps. The area was completely deserted.
I was not done. I wanted more. We found a smooth, flat, giant rock to sit on. I started opening the side zipper of my dress. He stood speechless, surprised at my behaviour.
I took off my dress, unhooked my bra, and removed my panty. The rock was stone cold, so I lay down the dress on it and knelt on my hands and knees. Doggy style. Buck naked.
“Take off your clothes,” I ordered Him. I was now in control. I was like a bitch in heat.
He quickly removed His t-shirt and pants and put them on the rock. Then He took off His briefs and got down behind me on His knees. Even though it was dark, the moonlight shined brightly on my naked ass and made Him hard in seconds.
I spread my ass cheeks with my fingers and opened up my asshole. He looked unsure and didn’t respond. “Do it,” I commanded again. I wanted Him in every hole of my body.
He moved forward, touched the tip of His erect cock and tried to shove it in my ass. But my asshole was dry and too tiny for His giant organ.
“It won’t go in,” He said in frustration.
“Push hard. Use force,” I said. I was in heat and wanted to feel His cock in all my holes. I wanted to be filled up with His hot, sticky fluid. I wanted Him to violate my ass.
He did as He was told. He pushed softly, then slightly harder, and then much harder. He managed to get the tip of His cock in. Then He made a final lunge forward and got halfway in.
I felt pain, a lot of pain. But I felt pleasure too. Pain has the power to awaken our deepest desires for pleasure. Without pain, pleasure loses its significance.
I squealed in pain. I moaned in pleasure. My screams echoed all across the rocky landscape. His grunts grew louder as His thrusts became heavier. Together, our voices ruined the silence and serenity of the wild terrain.
His strokes were forceful and deep but not as wild as the last time. This time, He was more composed, more poised, and more focused. His self-control amazed me. He would plunge in, withdraw completely, and plunge in again.
Not a single thrust of His was too shallow or too deep. They were measured and steady. After pummelling my asshole for half an hour, He dumped all His cum in me. Most of it stayed inside, while some of it trickled outside along my pussy and thighs onto the dress below.
Satisfied and exhausted, I purred like a kitten. We curled around each other and lay naked on the giant rock. He pointed His finger at the sky and said, “Look!”
I looked up and saw the most incredible assembly of stars I have ever seen. Millions of stars light up the entire night sky. So many that it would take more than a lifetime to count them. At the centre was a giant luminous area which shone exceptionally bright.
“That’s the Milky Way Galaxy,” He said. “It can be seen only from the deserts of Wadi Rum and Abu Dhabi. Zero air pollution makes it visible.”
“Stargazing!” I exclaimed. “That’s why tourists spend the night here. To stargaze.”
“Yes. But those tourists are now watching this from their Bedouin Desert camps. We are the only ones out here watching it in the wild,” He said.
“What’s it called?” I asked.
“What’s what called?” He couldn’t understand.
“The lipstick you have gifted me. What’s it called? It is different from other velvet finish lipsticks in the market,” I elaborated.
“It is called Velvet Lips, a limited edition launched by Sephora. For only those who have lips as perfect as yours,” He said.
I grabbed His face and started kissing Him passionately. I am not much of a kisser; I don’t kiss usually. I don’t consider it necessary for sex. In fact, kissing has got nothing to do with sex. It is the most intimate expression of love. And it should always be reserved for the person you love. Your soulmate.
“Tomorrow, we will go to the ancient city of Petra,” He announced, “and make love amongst its 2300-year-old ruins.”
To be continued.
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