Oasis (8 page)

“But she is no longer pure.”

“Don’t you think I know that? It’s all my fault. I should have controlled myself.”

“So, why didn’t you?”

“Because I got one look at that spectacular ass and lost my mind.”

Amon laughed. “Spoken like a true male. You aren’t the first man to lose his senses over a great ass, and she does have a lot of junk in her trunk.”

Shakir nodded. “I’m in deep trouble.”

* * * *

“What is that?” Charisma asked.

“A camel,” Shakir answered.

She frowned at him. “I know what it is? Why is it here?”

“It’s going to take us to
Khartoum
.”

Charisma backed up. “I’m not getting on that thing.”

“Relax; Nuri is a gentle as a kitten.”

“That’s what you said about the other camel.”

“Well that was my mistake. It must be her time of the month.”

Charisma punched him on the arm playfully. “It is not. She is evil.”

“Well, Nuri is not. I won’t let anything happen to you. We’re going to ride it together.”

“Together?”

“Yes, I’ll get in front and you can ride on back and hug my waist.”

“I don’t know if I’d like that.”

“Well, you can ride in front and I’ll ride in back, pressed against your behind.”

“Hm, maybe you in front might not be such a bad idea. Besides. I don’t know the way to
Khartoum
.”

“Exactly.” He ordered the camel down in Arabic and she knelt. Shakir climbed aboard and helped her up behind him. “Rise.” Nuri rose.

Charisma closed her eyes on the way up. The camel moved forward.

“See. Now hold on tightly.”

She hugged his waist, pressing her face into his back. The camel plodded on up the hill and into the
Nubian Desert
. There was something nice about the motion, Charisma noted. It was a pretty day, not too hot by desert standings, and they were the only ones out and about.

“Are you okay?” Shakir asked.

“Um hum. I’m relaxing.”

“Well don’t get too relaxed. You might fall off.”

“I won’t. I’m enjoying the ride. I can’t describe it but there is a vibration back here.”

“A vibration? Where?”

“Under my butt. Like the camel has a motor.”

Shakir laughed. “You’re nuts. This is a camel, not a car.”

“I’m serious.”

“Are we going to discuss what happened between us last night?”

“What’s to discuss. We made love and it was magical.”

“Yes, it was, but it does change things.”

“You mean, Robert?”

“Yes, I saw you kiss him the other night.”

“Well, you were bumping and grinding with that girl.”

“Halima.”

“Whatever.”

“She and I used to date.”

“Used to? She was rolling on your jock like the two of you did more than date.”

“Yes, we were once intimate, but it didn’t work out. She was too controlling and I found someone else.”

“That was honest.”

“It’s the truth.”

“So, if I get too controlling you are going to leave me for someone else?”

“I don’t know. I might give Asina to you as a parting gift.”

“No thank you. That camel is evil.” She paused. “Damn that felt good.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, tell me.”

“This camel ride is making me horny.”

Shakir tried to turn around. “What?”

“Horny, you know sexually aroused.”

“Really?”

“Really. My nipples are hard.”

“Oh my. Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare. This feels too good.”

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe camels are evil.” He made the camel trod faster.

“Ooh,” Charisma said. “You’re evil too.”

Shakir laughed.

“Slow it down. I’m serious. I’m….ooh.”

“What?”

“I don’t think I’m going to make it to
Khartoum
. The crotch of these shorts is rubbing against me like a tongue. I think I’m about to come.”

Shakir stopped the camel and slid down from it.

“Um,” Charisma moaned. “I like this camel.”

“Stop that,” he ordered. “You’re making me hard and there’s no place to get comfortable.”

Charisma pointed. “There’s a clump of cacti.”

“It’s the desert.”

“So, it’s deserted and no one is around.”

“Are you serious?”

“Very. My bra is getting tight across my nipples. They’re begging for relief.”

“Damn crazy woman.”

Shakir ordered Nuri to the ground, helped Charisma off and pulled Nuri’s rein toward the cactus. Charisma skipped off in front of him. She slipped off her blouse. Shakir quickened his pace. The bra followed. She kicked out of her shoes, bent over and scooped them up. The shorts she wore rose up her hips, exposing her white lacy panties. She unzipped the shorts while she ran and kicked out of them. It was a spectacular sight. She was free and hot. Luckily it was a big sturdy cactus. He hooked Nuri’s rein to it and dashed behind it. He found Charisma there, nude and waiting for him.

“Don’t make me beg, Prince Shakir. Please service me.”

Shakir stripped out of his clothes. “Did you at least search the area for scorpions and snakes?”

“No, there’s only one snake I’m interested in at the moment and its right between your legs.”

Shakir groaned and dropped to his knees. They didn’t have time for foreplay. She didn’t need it. She was sopping wet when he entered her.

“Deeper,” she moaned.

“Don’t be silly. I’ll hurt you without lube.”

“You can kiss me down there and lube me up.”

“Don’t tempt me.” He reached for one of her breasts and squeezed it.

“I have all kinds of dirty things going through my mind,” she teased.

Shakir gulped. “Like what?”

“Like us doing it in every position ever invented.”

“Go on.”

“Even anal.”

“Oh.” The come rushed through his balls. “Don’t tease me.”

“You’ll spread my cheeks and you’ll do naughty things back there with your tongue.”

Shakir groaned. “You’re killing me, Chrissy.”

“I like it when you call me that. What about oral?”

“What about it?”

“I’d like to try it on you.”

“We don’t have time, and this is not the proper setting.”

She panted. “What kind of things would you like to do to me?” She eased her way down his length slowly.

“Ah.” His vision blurred. Shakir wiped the sweat away. “I’d like to prop you up on some pillows and push into you until my balls go inside of you.”

“Harder, my prince.”

Shakir pushed in further. He picked up the pace.

“Uh, uh, oh. Shakir! I’m coming. Ahh…”

Shakir let go and exploded inside of her. He sank down, covering her. “Where did you learn to talk dirty like that?”

“Late night cable television.”

Shakir chuckled. Nuri made a noise. He rose and peeped around the cactus to make sure that they were still alone. They were. “We have to go.”

“Just one more minute.” She lay there and then sat up. “Where are my panties?”

“I think you’re sitting on them.”

Shakir and Charisma dressed. “How am I going to explain these wrinkled clothes?”

“It’s your own fault.”

She giggled. “I was just trying to make it comfortable for us.”

“I have a pack on the camel, but you couldn’t wait, with your oohing and aahing and sexy talk.”

“Can I help it if you’re so damn sexy?”

“I had nothing to do with it. It was this damn camel you’re hot for.”

She marched around the cactus. Shakir followed. He unhooked Nuri. “Maybe I should walk the rest of the way.”

“Don’t be silly.
Khartoum
is still a long way off.”

She took out her brush and fixed her hair. “But the camel’s motion might set me off again.”

“So, I’ll just find another clump of cacti, or maybe we should have taken the car.”

“Yes, we should have. Why didn’t we?”

“Because I wanted to teach you a lesson about camels.”

“What? That they’re vibrators?”

“No.”

“Urgh!”

“What now?”

“I think I have sand in my crotch.”

Shakir gasped. “Shush, American woman.”

“Go on, make fun of me. Anyway, I’m too sore to ride.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ve enjoyed every minute of it.”

Chapter Five

The look on Robert’s face when she stepped inside of the mansion could stop time. “Where were you? We were worried.” He pulled her into his arms and she pushed him away.

“It takes time to get here by camel.”

He grabbed her arm. “By what? Are you crazy? That thing nearly killed you yesterday.”

Carmen freed her from Robert and hugged her. “Well, I’m glad that you’re here.”

“I need a bath,” Charisma replied. “I’m covered in sand.”

Shakir entered and Robert jumped him. “Why did you bring her here on a camel?”

“To conquer her fears. Besides, she enjoyed it so much she wants one of her own.”

“Sure do,” Charisma agreed. “It’s very therupedic.”

“What if she would have fallen off again? There are no physicians in the desert to patch her up.”