Life never brings what you expect, but always what you need.
Asrar was still sitting at her desk, but she had removed the hajib, a most unusual move for an Arab lady of her age. Her hair was flowing free over her shoulders.
"How did she keep all that hair wrapped up," I thought not knowing what to say. Her hair was thick and black with a slight curl as it cascaded over her shoulder. I sat the phone down and walked to the back of the room. Asrar stood, she appeared taller than normal, but then I noticed she was wearing western pumps and a flowing skirt. As she stepped from the desk her skirt swished as she moved towards me with her hands outstretched, I took them as we embraced. The Arab mix of spices and perfume spread as I held her closer and tighter, not knowing what was going to happen next.
"I am going to miss you as my professor! It was the highlight of my day."
My god, I never saw this coming! I could feel her breast pressing against my chest while she looked up at me with her wide almond eyes. She looked down and in a low voice, said "I know this is wrong, I have exposed myself to you. But I had to let you know that I considered you to be in my family and I could wear clothes like I would around my family.
"Asrar, I don't know what to say..."
She pushed her face towards mine and with her lips open she pressed her lips to mine. It was only a few kisses when I felt her tongue probing, pushing deep into my mouth, and finally we were kissing like two teen-agers behind the football stadium. I didn't know what was next but at this point I really didn't care! Her arms wrapped around me and mine around her. I felt her hands on me like I would have never imagined and I let my right hand drop to her perfectly shaped bottom and felt her firm ass thru the silk of her skirt.
I think westerners often fantasize what is under the full burka that is worn by some Muslim women but, today I was wondering what was under her stylish skirt, because my hands instinctively noticed the line of a garter belt and French cut panties under the light material.
She stepped back and looked at me then down at the toe of her shoes, "I would hope you could join me for lunch, would you follow me over to the Hilton?" Of course but, Asrar, you don't have to do this." Turning her head to the side, "But if I want to?" I smiled back at her. She put her hair back into a bun, rewrapped the hajib and we left the room for the last time. No one knew we had just kissed and felt each other like teenagers.
The school was in a somewhat exclusive high end business district, so I followed closely behind her black Mercedes and slid into a parking place across the row from her car. Walking into the hotel as friends, no one would have thought we had just been making out in my classroom.
Inside the lobby, I started towards the dining room when she whispered, "I can't be seen eating in public with you, and I have a suite where we will eat."
Stepping onto the elevator I felt her hand take mine and her body inch closer to me, looking down into her eyes I thought I saw heaven.
Once the door closed behind us, the hajib came off again, her hair was free and she became the sex kitten that kissed me in the classroom.
"Professor, please be mine today..." With that I noticed there wasn't any food on the table and she began tugging me towards the bed room door.
Walking into the bedroom our arms wrapped around each other, Asrar fell back onto the bed and I fell with her. My hands went to the hem of her skirt and I pulled it up as he worked the side zipper exposing the olive skin of her bare thighs, between the high cut panties and the top of her tan stockings. Asrar, took the blouse off while I removed my trousers and shirt and in mere minutes we were laying on the bed, nude except for her erotic lingerie.
Kissing her cheeks I went down the softness of her face and neck and used my tongue between the cleavages of her breast again being overcome by the erotic scent of her perfume.