I’ve been lucky in my professional career that I’ve gotten to travel quite a lot. Sometimes that’s a blessing, others it’s a curse. Several years back I was asked to work on a large development in the Magic Kingdom.

No, that’s not a Disney property. Any expat will tell you that the Magic Kingdom refers to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.

The commitment was for a year and I didn’t know much about Saudi at that point in time. I didn’t know that KSA was a very strict place with regards to their laws and customs. That men and women in society are kept separated. That you couldn’t speak to a woman you knew in public unless you were her husband, father or brother, or she was accompanied by one of them. I didn’t know alcohol was outlawed. I didn’t know that prayer time was five times a day and that they closed stores and restaurants during prayer times. I was unaware that the Wahhabi (religious police) would come around to push people to get to mosque to pray. And I didn’t know that Sharia law was strict and swift in its punishment. That capital crimes were dealt with directly after Friday morning prayer in the main mosque plaza.

While some may view many of their laws as harsh and barbaric, there is little crime in KSA, and I felt safer there than almost anywhere else I have traveled!

While the religious police did their best to stem interaction between men and women, there was a large expat community that comprised maybe forty percent of the population. The expat men outnumbered women by something like twenty or thirty to one. So it was no surprise that even the least physically graced, most socially inept woman was treated like the belle of the ball, with more male attention than they could handle, as long as you were willing to risk the police.-

If a woman walking by you in the mall whispered as much as “Hello”, that was risky to her, and enough of a rush for a man as to give him instant wood!

The expats community generally lived in compounds owned by their employers. Men women and families all lived in separate compounds. Needless to say, dating was difficult and risky.

All things considered the position I took was very financially rewarding. I got a good salary, and my employer paid for everything but what I ate. They covered my housing, car, insurances, healthcare, a months vacation, and an air ticket anywhere I wanted to go.

On my way over to KSA I flew through London. Heathrow is a great airport. The airline BA had an executive lounge strictly for first class passengers transiting between North America and the Middle East. It was called the Oasis Lounge. It had a large public area with a bar, food buffet, meeting rooms and televisions to keep you entertained. The lounge also had a quiet side with lounging chairs, pillows, blankets and private showers to freshen up after your nap. After a 7 hour overnight flight I really enjoyed my layover!

After having worked for six months I earned enough vacation time along with Ramadan holidays that I could take off for three weeks. So I booked my ticket back to the states and took a cab to the King Khalid international airport. Once inside the security barrier the world changed. The religious police stayed outside. And inside people were more open and talkative.

As I was going through security there was a woman in an adjacent line who spoke to a security agent. I caught an western accent but with her abaya and hijab, I couldn’t see what she looked like, other than a sweet face. Unfortunately by the time I’d gone through security she was gone.

I walked past several gates on the way to mine but I didn’t see anyone that could have been her, so I waited patiently for my flight to be called. When the gate agent announced boarding I got in line and it turned out that a woman in an abaya and hijab was ahead of me. I was talking mostly to myself when I muttered, “ Thank God for holidays !”

The woman turned to me and said, You meant Allah?” She said with a sarcastic grin. It was the woman with the western accent!

Then she asked, “How long have been in country”.

I told her, “Six months, and it seems like forever!”

She said, “ No mercy! I’ve been here a year!” Then she asked, “Where are you headed?”

“Chicago, and I’m William.”

“Toronto, Fiona” she replied.

We then chatted as the line crept towards the jet bridge and the aircraft door. Turns out she was a nurse at King Faisal Hospital near my office. When we reached the door I wished her a good flight, since I expected her to turn right into coach and I was going left into first class. Then she surprised me and headed to the left. We both found our seats and they were on opposite sides the aisle in the same row aisle. She had the aisle seat and I was a window.

Shortly thereafter her seat mate showed up and moved into his seat. And then the person in the seat next to me arrived. She was an older well dressed Arab woman. When she noticed that Fiona and I were talking she offered to switch sides of the aisle so we could talk more easily.

Then Fiona had taken off her hijab to show the rest of her head and the cutest little blonde bob that framed her angelic face.

The flight attendant came by to offer drinks and take our dinner orders. I’ll admit that I love flying first class.

Shortly thereafter Fiona got up to use the restroom. She came back having taken off her abaya, and I got to see a trim little figure with a cute little apple bottom that had me drooling. She was dressed to fly comfortably, wearing a big loose sweater and some loose fitting shorts that accentuated her ass. She saw my jaw drop at her appearance and asked, “When was the last time you saw a woman?”

“Far too long!” was all I could muster!

Just then we heard the bulkhead door close, and all the video announcements start about seatbelts and other things I’ve heard a hundred times. Then I noticed Fiona getting pale and very quiet. I asked, “Are you alright?”

“I hate the take offs!” She said. And from the panicked look on her face I had no doubt!

She told me she had to be just short of drunk for the flight that got her to Saudi, but that she’d be fine once we were airborne . So I told her to relax as best she could and we would get through this.

So as we rolled out from the gate we talked about our jobs and that neither of us how had significant relationships at that time. The closer to the end of the runway we got the more I could see panic rising in her eyes. I put her hand on my forearm. As the engines went full thrust I felt her hand squeezing my wrist hard! Then I leaned over and whispered a question, “When did you have your last good fuck?”

The look on her face changed as the question took her by surprise, and the vice grip of her hand on my wrist eased up. I didn’t know how she would react. I figured I had a fifty-fifty shot at getting slapped for such a roguish comment!

What I got was a sexy little grin, and she forgot to notice that suddenly we were airborne. What she did notice when she released her grip on my arm was that her nails had dug in and drawn blood. I had felt it but didn’t flinch. And she was embarrassed both about her fear but moreso about injuring me.

She was so cute while being apologetic. Then when the flight leveled out, she got the flight attendant to bring her a damp napkin to clean up the blood and a couple of bandaids. I didn’t consider it a big deal. I’ve had bigger scratches from a pet. But she was quite taken back and embarrassed.

Then she brought up the question I had ask about her last fuck. She said, “That was a sneaky little trick to get my mind off the takeoff!”

“Worked! Didn’t it?”

She smiled and pulled me close enough to whisper in my ear, “The answer is… too fucking long!”

All I could do was smile!

When flying on long overnight trips the first thing after take off is drinks and food service. The flight attendant came around and asked what we wanted to drink and to serve our dinners. I must say that it was pretty good food for airline fare, and after dinner Fiona and I just settled down to chat. They turned down the cabin lights and most people turned to inflight entertainment or went to sleep.

We talked about everything from how we ended up in Saudi, to our past relationships. Shortly the flight attendant came round with blankets and pillows. She took a blanket and covered us both and snuggled in next to me. I was delighted as she was all warm and cozy.

Ask anyone I know, and they will tell you that I can sleep anywhere, and that I sleep hard.

It was already after a long day, add to that a couple of drinks, a meal and a warm snuggle partner and I was out. Several hours later I awoke and felt a hand in my lap. Her hand had found a warm spot and she had grabbed my cock. She was dead asleep so I guess she had just migrated there naturally. When I moved a bit she awoke and started massaging my cock. She looked up with beautiful blue eyes and a wicked little smile.

We were under the blanket and she reached to and unzipped my pants and freed my cock. She had lovely well manicured hands and the looked gorgeous wrapped around my dick. That sight alone was almost enough to make me cum. Fortunately the passengers around us were very quietly sleeping.

So I took my hand and slipped it into her sweater and found her nipples so firm. I pulled on one a bit just to see her face react. Just then a flight attendant walked up from behind us and whispered, “Breakfast will be server in about half an hour. She winked and smiled at us and went on her merry way.

That is when Fiona lifted the blanket over her head and I felt her guide my cock into her warm mouth. She didn’t need much effort. Just a few strokes down and I could feel my balls boiling up a load. It had been far too long and I whispered to her, “I’m close!”

Then I pumped three good jets into her mouth. She swallowed every drop and came up with a Cheshire cat grin on her face and licking her lips!

She gave me a sweet little smile, and I told her that I wanted to return the favor. It was then that the cabin lights came up and people started moving about. She looked as disappointed as I was.

As we were served our breakfast I asked what her plans were when we hit Heathrow. She mentioned that she had about four hours between landing and her connecting flight home. I had a little more time and thought how I’d love to get her in a hotel room a fuck the day away. Then I remembered the Oasis Lounge. Not exactly what I had hoped for as far as privacy, but the private showers had potential!

I asked Fiona if she had plans to shower between flights and she said she had forgotten about the showers in the lounge. Then the lightbulb went on and that sly smile came back. As the plane dropped altitude in preparation for landing we were both so eager to get on the ground.

Once we landed we made our way through the international terminal to the oasis and we checked in at the desk. From there we each got a key for a private shower room.

For appearances sake and each made our way to a separate room. Fortunately the area was quiet and no one saw us slipping into the same room.

The room was nicely fitted with a shower, a water closet and a sink in a long granite counter.

As we entered we dropped our bags under that counter and locked the door. Then I pulled her to me into kiss that was like igniting a bonfire! It seemed so hot I don’t remember how our clothes came off. As we broke our kiss I got to see how beautiful she really was. That sweet face belied a wicked body, 34C breasts, a tight waist and a beautiful ass.

I lifted her up onto the counter and pushed her back while she spread her legs wide, I started teasing her pussy to see if she was wet and I wanted a taste. So I bent down and slid my tongue between her lips. You would have thought I’d electrocuted her by her reaction! All I heard was her moaning and I stopped to suggest that we needed to be quiet unless we wanted to get tossed out.

She took my stopping as an opportunity to drag us both into the shower where the noise would cover any sounds as we explored each other. She willingly knelt and took my throbbing cock in her mouth. I loved watching her try in vain to get all of me down her throat. Before I came, and I was getting close, I pulled her up and bent her over. She was so wet inside and out that plunging in her was easily one thrust to full depth. Each thrust got harder and faster and then her legs started to shake. I had to grab her by the waist to keep her from falling. Still pumping away on that fine pussy. As I was getting close to cuming I thought I should ask where she wants the load. She responded with a request to “Fill my ass!”

I let her down to the shower floor where she got into a head down ass up position, reaching back and spreading her ass wide. I was on that in an instant and pushed the head of my cock in easily. She was a gorgeous sight! So willing and I took a moment to appreciate that beauty before pushing in all of me in one smooth stroke. That elicited a groan out of her that I’m sure was audible outside that room. But it felt so good I began a steady pace at fucking her tight ass. It seamed like only moments later I blew my load deep and she shuddered as we both came together.

After we showered and dressed we both agreed that’s how every layover should be!