This is a real story which happened to us in 2009 in Tunisia.
As you all know a Souk is a Bazaar where you find anything and everything in little shops spread into a city within the city.
Hubby is a big time fan of antiques and he decided that we would go and visit the Souk in search of some wonders. As it was a very hot day, I grab an easy to wear outfit:
It was light and perfect for this long walk.
After more than an hour of walking the souk, visiting shops, and getting brushed by a few passersby, I was feeling tired and thirsty. As I complained to Hubby, the owner of the shop we were in told me in a broken English "No worry darling, me have tea in back room". I tried to ask Hubby if I could accept, but he was already gone with a sales guy. So I followed the owner inside the shop. It was much bigger than you could imagine by the size of the front shop. At some point the owner grabbed my hand to lead me through the hallways. Finally, hand in hand, we arrived in a beautiful room very fresh thanks to a small fountain. There were already two old guys discussing, seated in very low couches. They raised and came to welcome me. First shaking hands, then taking me in a kind of hug were they managed to kiss my cheeks very close to my lips. So close that the second one had his mustache brushing my lips.
Anyway, they offered me to sit, which was not really easy thanks to my very short skirt and very low couch. I managed it without showing too much. Did I tell you that I never wear underwear of any kind? Then you can understand my concern.
They brought me hot tea, which was delicious, with a bitter taste that I did not recognize. They were also smoking Hashish as they call pot in northern Africa. They passed it to me and I drew some.
As we discussed, I told them how hot I was and how I loved this cool room.
One of the older guys seated next to me went to the fountain, grabbed a bowl, filled it with fresh water, then a towel and came back to me. He started pressing the fresh, water soaked towel to my neck and it was wonderful. I was feeling so good and relaxed that I lay back a little on my stretched arms to give him some room and I closed my eyes.
He was now dripping water on my cleavage and I was filling the water running down between my tits, down to my navel and further. It was delicious.
More to come if you like it.
As you all know a Souk is a Bazaar where you find anything and everything in little shops spread into a city within the city.
Hubby is a big time fan of antiques and he decided that we would go and visit the Souk in search of some wonders. As it was a very hot day, I grab an easy to wear outfit:
It was light and perfect for this long walk.
After more than an hour of walking the souk, visiting shops, and getting brushed by a few passersby, I was feeling tired and thirsty. As I complained to Hubby, the owner of the shop we were in told me in a broken English "No worry darling, me have tea in back room". I tried to ask Hubby if I could accept, but he was already gone with a sales guy. So I followed the owner inside the shop. It was much bigger than you could imagine by the size of the front shop. At some point the owner grabbed my hand to lead me through the hallways. Finally, hand in hand, we arrived in a beautiful room very fresh thanks to a small fountain. There were already two old guys discussing, seated in very low couches. They raised and came to welcome me. First shaking hands, then taking me in a kind of hug were they managed to kiss my cheeks very close to my lips. So close that the second one had his mustache brushing my lips.
Anyway, they offered me to sit, which was not really easy thanks to my very short skirt and very low couch. I managed it without showing too much. Did I tell you that I never wear underwear of any kind? Then you can understand my concern.
They brought me hot tea, which was delicious, with a bitter taste that I did not recognize. They were also smoking Hashish as they call pot in northern Africa. They passed it to me and I drew some.
As we discussed, I told them how hot I was and how I loved this cool room.
One of the older guys seated next to me went to the fountain, grabbed a bowl, filled it with fresh water, then a towel and came back to me. He started pressing the fresh, water soaked towel to my neck and it was wonderful. I was feeling so good and relaxed that I lay back a little on my stretched arms to give him some room and I closed my eyes.
He was now dripping water on my cleavage and I was filling the water running down between my tits, down to my navel and further. It was delicious.
More to come if you like it.
