What [F]atima wore under her abaya (MF)

A few years back I was in graduate school and finishing some research on schools in Dubai. As a poor grad student of 25, I was always looking to supplement my meager GA stipend and teaching English as a second language jobs were fairly easy to come by (as I had an advanced degree in Literature). Most of my students were fine. Nice people from all over the Middle East/North Africa – but my favorite student was Fatima from Oman.

She was youngish (17-18) and very shy at first – unwilling to speak in class, despite only have 3-4 people in the course. It wasn’t until I ran into her at one of Dubai’s many malls that she started to come out of her shell. I bought us gelato and we talked about her family (progressive, but with four older brothers), why she is in Dubai (learn English so she can go to university in Canada or the UK) and what she does for fun (hangs out with 2-3 other girls from school). Above all, I was impressed with her English and I told her so. When she came back to class – I made sure she was called on often and she was quickly becoming the top student in our tiny class.

Plus – she was pretty. Not in a supermodel/celebrity way – but in a girl-next-door kind of way. She always wore an abaya and hijab in class – but I was beginning to notice that the hijab was starting to be pushed back a bit on her head, showing her dark blonde hair underneath.

One day after class, she asked me if I had any suggestions to help her study. I told her she was doing fine – but she said she needed to find a quiet space to study as her apartment (she shared with one of her brothers) was too loud. I told her she could use the space at school as the classroom was empty after her class – and she took me up on the offer. Staying 1-2 hours extra on a regular basis.

One day the air conditioning broke – not a pleasant thing in Dubai in the spring and it got warm, really warm, really quickly. I told Fatima that she would have to go as it is pretty miserable to study when it is so hot out. She told me her brother wouldn’t be picking her up for two more hours so we had to find another place to work. I thought about all the places we could go (the mall, a coffee shop) but none of them would be good places for her to study.

Like an oblivious fool – I invited her to my rented flat which was only a block away. She looked panicked at the thought (and I kicked myself for even suggesting it) but I was surprised when she sheepishly nodded and followed me to my flat. I went in first and she followed in the next elevator (to help avoid prying eyes) and she got to work at my dining room table as I turned the A/C cooler.

She saw some photos I had up of family and old friends. She smiled and then (to my surprise) removed her hijab. She asked if it was ok – and I agreed. I had never seen her exposed hair before and it was beautiful. I wanted to run my hands through it – but I restrained myself.

After about 10 minutes of work, she started asking questions. Do I have brothers (no)? Where does my family live (Ohio)? Do I have a girlfriend (no – broke up before I moved to Dubai)? The last question made her smile – especially when I asked her about her boyfriend. She blushed, and said that she didn’t have one – but I got the feeling there was more to the story.

As we got more comfortable, I asked her about what it was like being a woman from Oman. She said it was usually fine, but her mom is in a hurry to find her a husband. Then – I asked her something I have been dying to know since I arrived in the UAE. What do women wear under their abaya’s? She blushed again and said “whatever is comfortable.” I pushed it as asked if she was comfortable now – and she said she usually wears shorts and a t-shirt on days like this. As I felt my little head taking over for my big one – I asked if I could see. She stood up – and took off the black robe. She had on a Victoria’s Secret PINK t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. She looked very cute – but I could tell she was nervous.

I told her that she looked very “cute and that whoever your mom finds will be very lucky.” I gazed at her figure – up and down. She wasn’t very big up top, but she had a nice round butt. I was eager to see more, but I didn’t want to press my luck – or did I? I stood over her to “check her work” and slipped my hand on her shoulder. She jumped a bit, but then smiled. I know she appreciated the attention and the touch. I felt her bra strap under my hand, and I moved it next to her lower back. She breathed in deeply and I knew what I wanted. I took Fatima by the hand, and led her to my bedroom. Leaving her abaya in a heap on the floor in my dining room.

Once we got to my bedroom, she became surprisingly aggressive. I kissed her and her tongue forced her way into my mouth. I pulled her closer and her hands went straight for my growing member. I lifted her shirt – exposing her push-up/padded bra and she took off my shirt. I had her sit on the bed as I slid off her shorts and panties – both at the same time which I do not think she expected.

Her pussy was beautiful. Olive brown with cute darker brown lips. Not a hair to be found, which seemed to be normal for her. I ran my fingers down her lips and she shuddered. I felt her warmth and wetness against my fingertips and when I moved my head closer to her pussy and my tongue brushed against her clit, she moaned in a very sexy and erotic fashion.

I pushed a finger inside her and felt her tightness and as my tongue danced across her little button, I could tell she was very turned-on. I reached up to her chest, but she still had her bra on. I took a moment to remove it (she was shy at how small she was – maybe a a-cip at best) – but her nipples grew hard with my touch and I went back to pushing my tongue into her very wet pussy.

I took a moment to undress myself and her hand went right for my cock. It was covered in precum and she enjoyed rubbing it over the head and up and down. When she took my cock in her mouth, I wanted to explode.

She was so sexy and she loved to hum while sucking my cock. I don’t know where she learned that – but it was much appreciated. She began to blow me with significant vigor that it was getting harder to hold back my cum. After an unimpressive (short) time I began to explode in her mouth. I felt spurt after spurt erupting from me and she took it all in her sexy mouth. She opened her mouth and showed me the cum before swallowing it with a huge grin on her face.

Not wanting her to be left out – I went back to my job of licking, fingering and doing anything I could to help her cum. She didn’t take long either and with two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy and a tongue lapping across her clit – she had a very nice orgasm (so she said).

Before too long, we got dressed and got her back to school (separate elevators again) so her brother could pick her up. It was a bit awkward, but we ended up laughing about our “study session” a few minutes later.

We didn’t fuck on that occasion, but it was a great afternoon with a great student. She is married now, with two kids – but I find myself thinking about her and what she wears under her abaya every time I see her on facebook.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7xstwd/what_fatima_wore_under_her_abaya_mf