waist.”
“I don’t know if I’d like that.”
“Well, you can ride in front and I’ll ride in back, pressed against your behind.”
“Hm, maybe you in front might not be such a bad idea. Besides. I don’t know the way to Khartoum .”
“Exactly.” He ordered the camel down in Arabic and she knelt. Shakir climbed aboard and helped her up behind him. “Rise.” Nuri rose.
Charisma closed her eyes on the way up. The camel moved forward.
“See. Now hold on tightly.”
She hugged his waist, pressing her face into his back. The camel plodded on up the hill and into the Nubian Desert . There was something nice about the motion, Charisma noted. It was a pretty day, not too hot by desert standings, and they were the only ones out and about.
“Are you okay?” Shakir asked.
“Um hum. I’m relaxing.”
“Well don’t get too relaxed. You might fall off.”
“I won’t. I’m enjoying the ride. I can’t describe it but there is a vibration back here.”
“A vibration? Where?”
“Under my butt. Like the camel has a motor.”
Shakir laughed. “You’re nuts. This is a camel, not a car.”
“I’m serious.”
“Are we going to discuss what happened between us last night?”
“What’s to discuss. We made love and it was magical.”
“Yes, it was, but it does change things.”
“You mean, Robert?”
“Yes, I saw you kiss him the other night.”
“Well, you were bumping and grinding with that girl.”
“Halima.”
“Whatever.”
“She and I used to date.”
“Used to? She was rolling on your jock like the two of you did more than date.”
“Yes, we were once intimate, but it didn’t work out. She was too controlling and I found someone else.”
“That was honest.”
“It’s the truth.”
“So, if I get too controlling you are going to leave me for someone else?”
“I don’t know. I might give Asina to you as a parting gift.”
“No thank you. That camel is evil.” She paused. “Damn that felt good.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on, tell me.”
“This camel ride is making me horny.”
Shakir tried to turn around. “What?”
“Horny, you know sexually aroused.”
“Really?”
“Really. My nipples are hard.”
“Oh my. Should I stop?”
“Don’t you dare. This feels too good.”
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe camels are evil.” He made the camel trod faster.
“Ooh,” Charisma said. “You’re evil too.”
Shakir laughed.
“Slow it down. I’m serious. I’m….ooh.”
“What?”
“I don’t think I’m going to make it to Khartoum . The crotch of these shorts is rubbing against me like a tongue. I think I’m about to come.”
Shakir stopped the camel and slid down from it.
“Um,” Charisma moaned. “I like this camel.”
“Stop that,” he ordered. “You’re making me hard and there’s no place to get comfortable.”
Charisma pointed. “There’s a clump of cacti.”
“It’s the desert.”
“So, it’s deserted and no one is around.”
“Are you serious?”
“Very. My bra is getting tight across my nipples. They’re begging for relief.”
“Damn crazy woman.”
Shakir ordered Nuri to the ground, helped Charisma off and pulled Nuri’s rein toward the cactus. Charisma skipped off in front of him. She slipped off her blouse. Shakir quickened his pace. The bra followed. She kicked out of her shoes, bent over and scooped them up. The shorts she wore rose up her hips, exposing her white lacy panties. She unzipped the shorts while she ran and kicked out of them. It was a spectacular sight. She was free and hot. Luckily it was a big sturdy cactus. He hooked Nuri’s rein to it and dashed behind it. He found Charisma there, nude and waiting for him.
“Don’t make me beg,
“I don’t know if I’d like that.”
“Well, you can ride in front and I’ll ride in back, pressed against your behind.”
“Hm, maybe you in front might not be such a bad idea. Besides. I don’t know the way to Khartoum .”
“Exactly.” He ordered the camel down in Arabic and she knelt. Shakir climbed aboard and helped her up behind him. “Rise.” Nuri rose.
Charisma closed her eyes on the way up. The camel moved forward.
“See. Now hold on tightly.”
She hugged his waist, pressing her face into his back. The camel plodded on up the hill and into the Nubian Desert . There was something nice about the motion, Charisma noted. It was a pretty day, not too hot by desert standings, and they were the only ones out and about.
“Are you okay?” Shakir asked.
“Um hum. I’m relaxing.”
“Well don’t get too relaxed. You might fall off.”
“I won’t. I’m enjoying the ride. I can’t describe it but there is a vibration back here.”
“A vibration? Where?”
“Under my butt. Like the camel has a motor.”
Shakir laughed. “You’re nuts. This is a camel, not a car.”
“I’m serious.”
“Are we going to discuss what happened between us last night?”
“What’s to discuss. We made love and it was magical.”
“Yes, it was, but it does change things.”
“You mean, Robert?”
“Yes, I saw you kiss him the other night.”
“Well, you were bumping and grinding with that girl.”
“Halima.”
“Whatever.”
“She and I used to date.”
“Used to? She was rolling on your jock like the two of you did more than date.”
“Yes, we were once intimate, but it didn’t work out. She was too controlling and I found someone else.”
“That was honest.”
“It’s the truth.”
“So, if I get too controlling you are going to leave me for someone else?”
“I don’t know. I might give Asina to you as a parting gift.”
“No thank you. That camel is evil.” She paused. “Damn that felt good.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on, tell me.”
“This camel ride is making me horny.”
Shakir tried to turn around. “What?”
“Horny, you know sexually aroused.”
“Really?”
“Really. My nipples are hard.”
“Oh my. Should I stop?”
“Don’t you dare. This feels too good.”
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe camels are evil.” He made the camel trod faster.
“Ooh,” Charisma said. “You’re evil too.”
Shakir laughed.
“Slow it down. I’m serious. I’m….ooh.”
“What?”
“I don’t think I’m going to make it to Khartoum . The crotch of these shorts is rubbing against me like a tongue. I think I’m about to come.”
Shakir stopped the camel and slid down from it.
“Um,” Charisma moaned. “I like this camel.”
“Stop that,” he ordered. “You’re making me hard and there’s no place to get comfortable.”
Charisma pointed. “There’s a clump of cacti.”
“It’s the desert.”
“So, it’s deserted and no one is around.”
“Are you serious?”
“Very. My bra is getting tight across my nipples. They’re begging for relief.”
“Damn crazy woman.”
Shakir ordered Nuri to the ground, helped Charisma off and pulled Nuri’s rein toward the cactus. Charisma skipped off in front of him. She slipped off her blouse. Shakir quickened his pace. The bra followed. She kicked out of her shoes, bent over and scooped them up. The shorts she wore rose up her hips, exposing her white lacy panties. She unzipped the shorts while she ran and kicked out of them. It was a spectacular sight. She was free and hot. Luckily it was a big sturdy cactus. He hooked Nuri’s rein to it and dashed behind it. He found Charisma there, nude and waiting for him.
“Don’t make me beg,
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