Elise looked at me as though she were waiting for me to give her my permission to show her face, as a proper Iranian wife would have done.
I nodded, and she lifted the hood of her burqa to show her neck and a little bit of her chin. She had darkened her skin quite a bit, and it matched her darkened hands.
The man with the gun grunted and moved his foot so that I could shut the door, and I heard an angry voice and a more timid, apologetic voice. I wish I could speak Farsi a little better than I did. I would love to know what the terrorist was saying to the clerk. I wouldn’t be surprised if the clerk disappeared. I almost felt sorry for him. I heard the voices and footsteps disappearing down the hall.
After locking the door, I shoved a chair under it to keep anyone from breaking the lock and opening the door. They would have to break the door down in order to get in, and that would give us a few seconds to escape out of the window and run.
We waited for a few minutes but then were satisfied that they weren’t coming back, at least not at the moment.
“I think the hostel desk clerk had been suspicious of me and called the number the terrorists gave in case we checked in. I would guess that there was a reward. He didn’t look so happy when he saw your brown skin.”
She grinned at me as she removed the burqa. I saw that the brown only covered half of her face and her hands to the wrists.
I frowned at her. “Where did you get the coloring? I don’t recall seeing any makeup in the bag.”
She smiled as though she were hiding a great secret.
“There wasn’t any makeup,” she said. Then, she picked up one of her shoes and showed me the sides of it. On one side of the shoe, it was wiped clean while the rest of the shoes were muddy.
“Clever woman,” I said admiringly. “You never cease to amaze me. Your trick would have been perfect if I had remembered to bring some brown contact lenses for you.”
She blushed and bowed at the compliment. “Thank you. I’ve been practicing that trick all week. You should see what I have up my sleeve for my next trick.”
“I don’t know whether I am eager, excited, or scared. You are one unpredictable woman.”
“Thank you again. Feel free to keep on with the compliments,” she said, almost purring.
“You are going to get a big head if I keep this up,” I said.
“You’re the one with the big head,” she said, suggestively, pointedly looking at my crotch.
“What have I done to you?” I asked in mock horror.
“You don’t remember?” she asked, innocently. “Why, Sir, I thought you rather enjoyed it. Yet it all was so forgettable for you. Hmph.”
I rolled my eyes. “Wash your face and hands. You might have thought you were putting mud on your face. But with all the places we’ve been, you might never know.”
I swear that she actually turned a slight shade of green at that. I may have found a weakness. She scrubbed her face and hands until they were bright red. Then, she emerged triumphantly.
“My turn to shower. Stay alert to any sounds, voices, footsteps, or anything that sounds out of place. Come get me the second you detect anything out of the ordinary.”
She nodded.
I hurried into the bathroom and showered. When I had finally cleaned the dust and ick off of me, we ate a quick bite of jerky. We brushed our teeth and snuggled together on the bed. I told her that it would likely be a good idea if we kept our clothes on because we might have to make a run for it. She looked disappointed but nodded that she understood.
However, plans changed once I laid down and held her in my arms.
14
Elise
Isaw the bulge in Jared’s pants. I was glad to know that I had that effect on him. I moved to his pants, unbuttoned and unzipped them, then pulled them and his underwear off. I straddled his leg, pressing myself against him, rubbing my wet pussy and clit against his knee and hard thigh.
His balls were huge, and I couldn’t resist tasting them. I gently held them as I explored them, running my tongue over them and sucking ever so lightly on them. Jared sucked in his breath at my touch. His hard, thick shaft stood up straight between his legs, beckoning me.
Still rocking back and forth on his leg, my wet pussy tingling against his leg, I tenderly kissed the head of his cock. I gently moved my lips down the side of his cock and around it, barely touching him. Just lightly brushing by his hard shaft with the barest of touch.
He groaned loudly. Good. He needed to be taught what it felt like to be tortured.