Velvet Lips – Part 3

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Chapter 4 – Wild Sex In The Wilderness
We spent the night in a dark cave in the Wadi Rum Protected Area. Rohit informed me that it was illegal to do so. We were lucky we didn’t get caught. Nobody is allowed to stay inside the Protected Area.
At night, the desert turned cold. It was amazing to see how quickly the scorching sand and sizzling heat of the day turned into biting cold at night. We had to leave our stargazing midway as the giant flat rock we were lying on turned into ice.
Rohit took me to a cave nearby. Hundreds of caves and caverns dot the Wadi Rum landscape. All were dark, damp and abandoned.
“I am freezing,” I told Rohit, nude and shivering.
“I am here to keep you warm,” He hugged me and made me lie down on His clothes and my dress. It served as bedsheets on the floor of the cave.
“Is it safe here?” I asked wearily, having never spent a night in a cave before. “Are there wild animals?”
“How many wild animals have you seen in the desert so far?” He asked.
“None,” I replied.
“And how many birds and cats and dogs? How many cows?” He wanted to emphasise His point.
“The advantage of staying in a desert is that there are animals, domestic or wild. No birds, cats or cows,” He continued. “A few lizards, insects and snakes maybe, a few camels, but nothing else. Bedouins survived in the desert for centuries.”
And so it was. We were embracing each other’s nude bodies, keeping each other warm, spending the night in a cave-like Bedouins. Of all the wild experiences I have had in my life, this one ranks the first. We fucked like rabbits throughout the night.
Every time I felt cold, He would fuck me to keep me warm. Every time He felt cold, I would suck Him and make Him warm. We forgot about hunger and thirst, about not taking a shower and not having dinner. The only hunger we felt was for each other’s bodies. The only thirst we had was for each other’s cum.
I woke up at the first light of dawn. The sun was beginning to rise on the horizon. The air was still chilly, still cold. It was my 4th day in Jordan, and I marvelled at how quickly the last 3 days had gone by.
My dress and His clothes had big wet patches on them. Semen stains. The consequences of having sex on our clothes, using them as bedsheets. This man had very thick cum. And He discharged a huge amount of it every time He had an orgasm.
My eyes fell on Him, sleeping by my side like a baby. But His dick was stiff and erect, pointing upwards. Wow! Men and their early morning erections. Have read and heard so much about them. Now I got to see them.
I took a long hard look at His cock. Yesterday, I could not observe it properly in the darkness. The day before, I could not do it in my kitchen. Now, the morning sunlight revealed the contours of His not-so-secret weapon in all its natural glory.
His cock looked like a long thick African tool carved out of stone. The bulging veins on it spread out like the branches of a tree. The tip was big and dome-shaped and looked slightly red from last night’s repeated assaults. The sight was enough to turn me on again.
His testicles were equally impressive. Swollen and round, they looked full of cum. I had read in numerous medical journals and magazines that the true test of a man is not the size of his dick but the density of his semen and his sperm count. This man, sleeping naked in front of me, scored very high on all 3 points.
I could not resist the temptation to touch His balls. I cupped them in my palms – one in each – and was astonished to feel their weight. They were so heavy! It wasn’t easy to believe that they were emptied 5 times last night.
I squeezed His balls. I felt they needed to be emptied again. It woke Him up. He opened His eyes to the sight of me groping His balls. He was stunned.
“Hi, handsome! Did I wake you?” The mischief in my tone masked the naked desire for another session. Or so I thought.
“Good morning,” He looked at me with sleepy eyes. “Babe, what are you doing?”
“I am hungry,” I said naughtily and squeezed His nuts again.
“We don’t have anything to eat,” He tried to get up, “but we can get breakfast at the camp.”
I pushed Him down. Made Him lie on His back again. “I don’t, but YOU have. Right here,” I grasped His balls again. “This is going to be my breakfast.”
“A blowjob first thing in the morning? How can I refuse?” He replied.
This was the green signal I was waiting for. Not that I needed it. His balls were mine already. His cock was also mine. I didn’t need His permission to play with them. But the go-ahead helped in fulfilling my mission.
I pounced on His erect cock like a cat, holding it with both hands, stroking it, pumping it, kissing the tip and licking it. To my delight, it started moving on its own, twitching and shaking, vibrating and jerking. It needed me as much as I needed it.
I went over to His face, got into a 69 position and lowered my pussy to His mouth. I supported myself with my knees and bent over to take His cock in my watering mouth. The scent of my cunt and its swollen wet lips drove Him mad with lust.
He started biting my pussy lips, turning them puffy, swollen and red. Moisture began to drool from my tight hole and fell on His face, nose and lips. The flow was so heavy that I heard Him cough and choke a few times.
But I had no time to spare to look after Him. I was busy sucking His cock. I licked the tip of the veins. I pulled down the foreskin, wrapped my soft lips tight around the head, and slowly moved my head up and down His shaft.
The more He bit my pussy and clit, the faster I moved my head. The deeper His tongue drilled into my hole, the deeper I took His cock inside my throat. When He started slurping my wetness like a mad dog, I started crushing His balls and licking the tip of His dick ferociously.
It was fierce, combative sex, and we climaxed together. My pussy exploded on His face, and His cock exploded in my mouth. Rivers of my salty cum gushed out of my tiny hole and drenched His chin, nose and lips. At the same time, jets of His hot, sticky fluid flooded my mouth and coated my throat.
He drowned in my discharge, and I drowned in His. Spent and exhausted, I collapsed on His body, my cunt buried on His face. His dick is still inside my mouth. We smelled of each other’s cum and sweat. It took us almost an hour to regain composure.
“We have to take a shower now and eat something,” He was the first to speak. “We have to go to the camp now before the day gets hotter.”
“Yes, I certainly need a shower,” I agreed with Him. “But I doubt if I will ever get to eat a tastier breakfast than the one I just had.”
We giggled like schoolkids and stepped out of the cave, holding hands and wearing stained clothes. Our breath had the stink of cum, and our hair looked messy like wild grass. But we were both on cloud nine.
Chapter 5 – The Lost City of Petra
The distance between Wadi Rum and Petra is approximately 110 km by road. Since we were on horseback, we had to go through rough and wild terrain for over 120 km. But before embarking on our journey, both of us took long showers and ate hearty breakfasts at the Wadi Rum desert camp.
We may not have slept well last night, but our horse sure did. He was bubbling with energy and raring to go. We crossed the entire distance in an hour and a half.
Unlike Wadi Rum, Petra is not a wild, untamed land. It is a marvel of ancient architecture. It is half-built, half-carved into rocky terrain. It is surrounded by mountains riddled with passages and gorges. It is Jordan’s pride and was visited by 11 lakh tourists in 2019.
Petra was the capital of one of the many Arab kingdoms 2300 years ago. It is built entirely on pink sandstone. Tombs and temples were carved into those pink sandstone cliffs, earning its nickname ‘Rose City’.
But Petra is also called ‘The Lost City’. Almost 1700 years ago, a massive earthquake destroyed many of its buildings and water supply systems. Over time, this magnificent city was lost to the outside world and was buried in layers of sand before being uncovered by a Swiss explorer in 1812.
Steven Spielberg’s 1989 film ‘Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade’ was shot here. In 2007, UNESCO named it one of the ‘New 7 Wonders of the World’. I was surprised to know that only 15% of the ancient city has been explored to date. The rest remains underground, buried beneath layers of sand.
We entered the city through a 1 km long narrow dark passage named Al-Siq. We stood stunned at the magnificent structure standing before us – a 120-foot-tall ancient building named Al-Khazneh (or Treasury Building). Hundreds of tourists were taking pics and selfies. It was the star attraction of this historic site.
Our next stop was the Monastery (Ad Deir), the largest monument of Petra. It is 150 feet tall and equally wide and carved into the rocky terrain. The next attraction was the City Centre, where a gigantic theatre had been carved out of pink sandstone. The theatre could reach 8500 people in ancient times.
The Petra Pool and Garden Complex was next. It used to be a marketplace, had a swimming pool and Petra’s only tree. I was astonished to know that this giant city thrived and prospered in the desert for centuries with only 1 single tree!
At the top of a mountain is located The High Place of Sacrifice. Animals were sacrificed here, and incense was burned here too. It was the place for – what is commonly referred to in North India as – a Havan. Rituals.
“I am exhausted, not getting down this mountain anytime soon,” I told Rohit and sat down. “It’s too hot.”
He gave me a bottle of water, which I gulped down in seconds. “We hardly slept last night,” He said, “and climbing these 800 steps to reach this mountaintop is no joke.”
“800 steps? Those were 800 steps we climbed?” I was shocked. I was so mesmerised by the imposing structure that counting stairs never occurred to me. “I have never climbed even 8 steps in my life. Always use the lift,” I added.
“Ok. Let’s take a rest here for some time,” He sat down beside me.
“How come there are no tourists here?” I asked.
“This place usually attracts fewer visitors due to the difficult trail and those 800 steps,” He said. “And the sun is boiling now. Not everyone is as brave as us.”
I started liking the quietness and solitude of this place. It offered a stunning view of the surrounding landscape. The breeze was light since we were on top of a mountain. I felt more like an explorer and less like a tourist. I felt like staying there forever.
“You are sweating,” He said and wiped off the sweat from my forehead.
“There is sweat here, too,” I pointed at my throat. He lovingly wiped that off as well.
“And here,” I lifted my arms and pointed at my underarms. This was difficult for Him to wipe since my dress had sleeves (sleeveless clothing is prohibited in Jordan). He didn’t know what to do.
“Pull this down,” I signalled at the side zipper of my dress, 6 inches below my underarm. He probably anticipated my intentions and gently pulled the zipper down with a smile on His face.
“Now unfasten the 2 hooks at my left shoulder,” I was giving Him a step-by-step guide on how to disrobe a woman. He followed like an obedient student.
“Now what?” He asked, waiting for the next instruction.
“What do you think?” I pretended to be irritated. “You have to pull the dress up from the bottom, above my legs and waist and head.”
“Here? In public? In broad daylight?” He hesitated.
“There is no public here. We are the only souls present,” I replied. “And as you said, nobody will brave this heat to come here at this time.”
Just then, a gust of wind blew across the mountaintop and lifted the hem of my dress above my knees.
“Look, the breeze is also doing your job,” I laughed. “So, you could either wait or finish it yourself. What will it be?”
He needed no more prodding after that. Emboldened by my consent and the help from Mother Nature, He pulled the dress above my knees and up my thighs. His gaze fixated on my fleshy thighs for a few seconds, admiring the view.
I lifted my butt slightly from the ground, giving Him enough space to lift the dress on my hips and waist. The rest was easy – I raised both my arms, and He pulled it above my head.
I was now sitting in my undies under the scorching midday sun. He lay down the dress on the ground beside me and made me lie down on it. His eyes explored my entire body from head to toe, like some newly found treasure in an ancient land.
His hand expectedly moved towards my panties, but I stopped Him midway. “Start from here,” I pointed at my underarms. They were drenched in sweat, and He gently wiped it off with His finger. Then He bent down to kiss my armpits. He kissed and licked them, turning them wetter. Then He looked at me for further directions.
“Now here,” I pointed at my cleavage. Streams of sweat were running down my cleavage towards my throat. He touched His fingers on my deep cleavage and stared in awe at my 34DD boobs covered in a black cotton bra.
He inserted His fingers in my cleavage, moved them up and down the crack, pressed the upper part of my breasts not covered by the bra, and marvelled at their firmness. He bent down, licked the sweat off, and looked up.
“Now here,” I pointed at my underbreast. I have always found underboob sweat to be uncomfortable. My heavy boobs are to be blamed for this. And the searing heat of the Jordanian summer made it worse.
He ran His fingers under my breasts, trying to reach the sweaty, deep folds covered by the bra. “Take it off,” I told Him and raised my chest slightly.
He moved His hands behind my back, unhooked my bra, and gently removed it from my shoulders and chest. My tits sprang out of captivity and jiggled for a moment.
He needed no further guidance and got down to work on those tits. He lifted them, one by one, wiped off the sweat under them, played with them, shook them, fondled and squeezed them. As soon as my nipples hardened, He pinched and flicked them with His fingertips.
He then shifted His attention downward to my navel. Poked it with His finger and licked it with His tongue. He continued His southward journey and arrived at my crotch. He didn’t have to ask. He knew He would find sweat in every juicy fold of my skin, in every crack on my body.
He touched my panty and found it to be soaking wet. Wet with sweat and something else. He pulled it down my hips and slowly rolled it down my crotch, thighs and knee. Very slowly.
I don’t know if He found any sweat there or not. But He spent a lot of time running His fingers along the crack of my vulva, up and down my slit, inspecting the wetness. He kept probing all the folds of my skin down there, at the sides as well as at the centre.
He realised that the more He wiped, the more it got wet and slippery. Left with no option, He parted my legs slightly and used His tongue to remove the wetness. It made matters worse. My slit got sloppier, my cunt lips swelled up, and more moisture started seeping out of my secret passage.
The seepage began as a trickle, turned into a dribble, and, after a few minutes, became a full flow. I squealed in delight and moaned in pleasure as I had a sizzling orgasm. Like an open tap, my young cum gushed out of my pussy and fell on the ancient rocks, leaving its mark on the historic land.
Satisfied with the result, He gave me 5 minutes to catch my breath. Then He turned me over, with my back facing Him, and opened up the crack of my ass to check for sweat.
I guess He found plenty of it there because He rubbed His fingers inside the crack for a long time. It could have also been my cunt juices which were flowing freely minutes ago. Whatever it was, He decided to lick it off my ass. He spread my ass cheeks and licked my asshole.
First outside, then inside. His slimy tongue bore deep into that tiny hole and created a sensation I had never known before. It tickled, it poked, it slithered and slurped. Rohit is the only man in my life to have tongue-fucked my asshole. He transported me to heaven.
“I am sweating too,” He said as soon as He finished. He was, indeed. All this hard work on my body made Him perspire so much that He was bathed in sweat.
“Sweat looks good on guys,” I responded, “it makes them look manly. Except in one place.” I tugged at His pants. I sat up, removed his belt, and unzipped His pants. He did the rest, took off both the pants and His underwear, and stood in front of me like a naked statue.
I held His cock in one hand and lifted His balls with the other. “No sweat, all good,” I announced.
But His balls felt so heavy that I had to take a 2nd look. Swollen and puffed, they looked as amazing as Petra’s ruins. It was difficult to believe they were emptied 8 times yesterday – once on horseback, once on the rock, 5 times at night, and once this morning. They were full again!
“How come these are always so full?” I asked in amazement.
“They want to give you more opportunities to play with them,” He replied cheerily.
So be it. I had the time, desire and place to empty them again. I decided to use this opportunity.
“I want you to shove that thing fully inside, right up to the base,” I pointed at His erect dick and laid down on my back again. This time, I spread my legs wide and lifted them in the air.
He jumped on me like a tiger pounced on its prey. His thick stiff rod slapped on my pubic mound and stabbed my clit a couple of times. Then it went charging ahead. His 1st thrust was massive and made me squirm and yell as the tip of His cock went in.
I opened my legs wider to give Him more access. His 2nd thrust was so powerful that it made me scream. He was now halfway in. His 3rd made me dizzy and lightheaded. His 4th plunge made me almost faint and blackout.
He was now fully in, right up to the base of His enormous cock, as I had demanded. I wrapped my legs around His shoulders as He started plunging in and out with force.
Unlike previous sessions, He had His eyes closed this time. He was not looking into my eyes. He was solely focused on His pleasure. His heavy balls slapped loudly on my butt.
That noise, along with the sloppy sound of friction between His cock and my pussy, and my loud moans, were the only sounds heard on that mountaintop. I reached down and squeezed both His balls. Hard. He kept pumping me mercilessly, and I kept squeezing shamelessly.
It was ferocious lovemaking at its best. Within minutes, He inundated my insides with a profuse discharge. He dumped so much semen inside me that I could not hold it in, even though I wanted to. His rich, creamy cum dribbled out of my gaping hole and formed a tiny white puddle on the 3000-year-old rocks.
Exhausted and spent, we lay curled up beside each other. The sun was about to set, and visiting hours at Petra were about to end.
“Can we spend the night here?” I asked.
“We can, but not legally,” He replied.
“Fuck ‘legally’. I want to stay here tonight,” I demanded.
And so repeated what we did in Wadi Rum. Spent the night in The High Place of Sacrifice. We peed there. We fucked there. We polluted the heritage site with our pee and cum. We kept each other warm by fucking all through the night.
Chapter 5 – Back To Aqaba
We woke up early the next morning but didn’t leave through the way we had entered. We had to stay hidden. We got down from the mountain and took a different trail through Wadi Farasa Valley, the Lion Fountain, and the Garden Temple. We arrived at a resting place called the Rest Stop after an hour.
We raised eyebrows not because we were riding a horse but because our clothes had too many prominent cum stains on them. We bought water at the Rest Stop and rode towards Aqaba. It was time to go home.
We covered the 125 km journey in 3 hours. Rohit accompanied me to my apartment and promised to return for a dinner date. But I stopped Him short.
“I will be returning to India, Rohit,” I told Him with a heavy heart. “Today.”
“What? Why?” He was shocked, sad and upset.
“I had planned for a 5-day trip only. Today is the 5th day. The return ticket is for today,” I replied apologetically.
“But return ticket can be cancelled or rescheduled,” He implored. “Stay here in Jordan. With me. Please!”
“As what? Your girlfriend?” I said. “I can’t. I am sorry. I have my work and career in India. I can’t leave all that behind.”
I was crying tears of blood inside. But nobody could see that. Not even Him. But I was still happy. I got what I came here looking for and a lot more. I found peace, freedom and love. True love.
“Give me your dress,” He requested, “I will keep it as a memento.”
“It is dirty. I have to wash it,” I said.
“No. I want it as is, dirty and stained,” He insisted. “I will hold onto it as a remembrance.”
I gave Him the dress. He hugged and kissed me passionately. He stayed till the taxi arrived to take me to the airport.
“I am sorry I haven’t given you anything to remember me by,” He said as I got into the cab.
“You have. Goodbye, Rohit,” I replied.
The 6-hour ride to Amman International Airport was the longest ride of my life. I entered the restroom as soon as I reached the airport and struggled to hold back my tears.
I washed my face, took out my compact makeup kit, and applied Rohit’s lipstick on my lips. I looked at myself in the mirror and whispered, “Miss Velvet Lips.” I was not the same Shilpi anymore. I had changed forever.
I threw all the other lipsticks I had in the trash can and walked out of the restroom towards Security Check-In. Clutching my most precious possession.
A velvet red lipstick. MY velvet red lipstick.
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