Day One
It was almost eight in the evening when the taxi reached Jamil's place. Nobody's on the road, and the far distanced street lights do not provide ample light to recognize people on the road. The high and heavy iron gate of Jamil's home could conceal its residents, working well to his family's advantage. He and his mom were seldom home.
Having Yasmin with him right now, Jamil remembered their times as young lovers. He would push Yasmin into the dark corner to kiss her before they would enter the gate.
He looked at Yasmin, and she smiled. They kissed, reminiscing about those times behind the wall of climbing ferns and the enormous tree by the roadside.
Upon entering his home, Jamil dropped their luggage on the floor and their laptop bags on the dining table.
"Would you like to eat outside while restaurants are still open?" Jamil asked.
"No, I'm exhausted. I don't feel like eating," she replied.
She sat on the sofa and later laid down on it, closing her eyes, remembering their times in Jamil's home.
He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Mang Nardo, their caretaker, had refilled the fridge as he had requested. He filled two glasses with orange juice and took one to Yasmin. She sat up as soon as he approached. Jamil kissed her on the lips first before handing her the glass of orange juice. They locked gazes; glad to have reconnected after so long. Yasmin mused, remembering the famous line, "We picked up where we left off."
Indeed, as though they've never been apart for five years! Wow, this was so easy for him, Yasmin pondered with a tinge of sarcasm. She wanted to hear him explain. She cried and was desolate for five years! And they just kissed and made up as if nothing happened?! Woah, lucky bastard! Yes, she can curse him, as long as it stays only in her head.
Jamil ran the car engine and was glad it worked fine. Mang Nardo was dependable. In return, Jamil had always been nice and generous. He brought him gifts and some other things for his family, and cash that would compensate for his birthdays and the Christmas holidays when they weren't home to give him something. Jamil made sure that he gets paid every month to his bank account. With the car serviced and filled with gas, he might take Yasmin out tomorrow and over the next few days.
He went back inside the house, checked his bedroom and the spare room beside it. There are four rooms in the house. Two upstairs, his mom's bedroom and the other room as her study, computer, and hobby room (with all those arts and craft materials, fabric swatches, art brushes, and a lot more). The other two rooms on the ground floor are his; his bedroom and the other, for all his other stuff such as his two bikes (his mountain bike and the bike he gave Yasmin on one of her birthdays), computer, and game consoles, his 9-piece gym equipment arranged all over the room, and a spare single bed in case a friend is staying over. Although sleepovers from friends had stopped since he met Yasmin. Each room has its own bathroom. They have a backyard room which the caretaker uses when he is cleaning, repairing, or gardening.
Thinking that Yasmin might want to freshen up before retiring to bed, he prepared their bath. He filled up the tub, then went back in his room for the bath salts and foam bath in his luggage and unloaded the clothes to hang in his wardrobe. He closed the bathroom door to shave while continuing to fill the tub.
Yasmin woke up and, feeling quite rested, prepared to take a bath. She took her luggage to the room next to Jamil's; filled up the tub, brought out all her bath toiletries and essentials - perfumed candles, aromatherapy oils, and fun bubbles. She opened her suitcase and removed her bath towel and scrub, and laid down her underwear and bathrobe on the bed.
As she was taking out her clothes from her suitcase, Yasmin realized she didn't have enough outdoor clothes for a week. She had planned to buy new ones in Manila as they were cheaper besides the variety of choices. She had more home clothes, several pieces of one-piece short silk dresses, and few two-piece outfits of shorts and halter-tops - suited to the warm weather of Manila. She had only two spare pants and cotton shirts, and enough underwear for a week. Yasmin needed to buy a few outdoor clothes tomorrow; she decided.
She locked the bedroom door and took her bath towel, bathrobe, and undergarments with her before locking the bathroom door. Her tub smells of lavender flowers, her favorite scent of foam bath. She shampooed and soaped herself under the shower before dipping herself into the glorious and very warm lavender foam bath. She was enjoying the luxury when Jamil knocked at the bedroom door.
"Sweetheart, are you inside?" Jamil asked.
"Yes, I'm taking a bath!" she hollered.
Silence followed. Thank God, may I bathe in peace? She rolled her eyes and smiled. She closed her eyes again, rested her head on the tub, enjoying the luxury of her scented bath when she heard her bedroom door open, followed by her bathroom door.
"What? Why?" she asked in a screaming tone while sitting up abruptly.
"Woman! I've been preparing your bath in the other room and here you are!" shouted Jamil.
Yasmin can't simply take in what's happening because when Jamil barged in, he was in his briefs, his towel on his left shoulder, and his bulging shaft preceded him. And this shattered her sanity once again. She was always speechless in front of his male virility. Yasmin was naked under the bubbles and the sight of him made her clit throb and her groin ache. She's under the luxurious bubbles, but she instinctively had to cover her mound with her right hand and her breasts with her left at the sight of him.
Seeing her once again naked in his bathtub, Jamil smiled and approached her. He hung his towel on the holder then sat beside the bathtub on his right heel, while his left leg displayed his bulging leg muscles, including that between his legs. Jamil removed her hand from her breast, touched them, then put his right hand under the bubbles to touch her mound. He removed her other hand there too, replacing it with his. He raised her left leg from the tub and onto the side to open her up, then went back to touch her down and feel her up inside. She closed her eyes and let his fingers please her.
"Sweetheart, I want to enjoy every bath with you. Please don't deny me the pleasure. We have only a few days and I want to pack in as many memories of us. I want to kiss you, touch you, and feel you, every second we are together. I love you and will always love you. Five days are too short," he said.
Yasmin teared up; she couldn't believe they had met again tonight. She was grateful.
***
SERENDIPITY. When Yasmin surrendered all hope to meet Jamil again, they found each other. The universe connived to make their paths meet again. It's not contrived but a natural, spontaneous happenstance.
"You don't have to understand. You just have to have faith… Faith in Destiny."
***
Before Jamil could step into the tub, Yasmin stopped him by touching his rod inside his briefs. She had been wanting to do this on the plane; she rubbed him for minutes before removing his briefs. She took a long look at it before kissing its tip and taking it in her mouth. She closed her eyes to concentrate on how to form her lips and mouth with his size. She went through the motions to rub his foreskin and massage his dangling pair. She aimed to make him release some, if not all, of his cum into her mouth. Jamil could have climaxed so soon but tried to withstand the excitement and withhold ejaculation to enjoy the pleasure from her mouth longer.
Deprived of her touch for long, he realized just how much he had missed sex with Yasmin. His left hand was on the wall and his right on her head. His groin muscles tightened, and now his rod had grown harder and thicker. Jamil was ready to release. He groaned, moaned, and shuddered with his convulsive release. Yasmin swallowed every bit and licked at what dripped on the sides. Much as Yasmin wanted him inside her, she wanted to give him the pleasure this time. Yasmin ended it with one last long kiss before she finally let him into the tub.
"What are our plans for tomorrow?" Yasmin asked while on top of Jamil's body.
"I'd like to run very early tomorrow. My muscles are tight and I need to stretch my body a bit. Would you run with me? Let's take the bikes too," Jamil said in his soft, passion-filled voice.
He combed Yasmin's hair with his fingers and kissed her eyes. Jamil hadn't exercised lately since his father had dumped a lot of responsibilities on his lap. He usually runs with his Filipino friends in Dubai.
"Why not leave the city? Then, let's have breakfast somewhere. And if you are up to it, let's go for a body massage after," Yasmin suggested.
"Hmm... that sounds like a good plan, okay!" Jamil agreed.
"Could you drop me by a mall for quick clothes shopping? I just needed a few outdoor clothes," Yasmin asked.
Jamil couldn't believe that someone travelling for only a week hadn't packed enough in that suitcase of hers. Yasmin admitted having packed more home wear than outdoor clothes. She didn't know that she'd be meeting him and staying with him instead.
"I'm sure you've packed correctly, sweetie. You must have expected that we'd be meeting. You'd be staying with me more inside the house rather than going out. Besides, you don't need to wear anything at all. I won't complain," he teased.
They laughed. This part of Jamil is what she misses most. He used to be very gregarious, especially with his male friends in Manila. Jamil is a bit more serious now. He must have changed since he started working with his father.
"I won't take long. I'll just need maybe a pair of pants and blouses," she promised.
"Take the entire day shopping, sweetie. I'll stay in a nearby café and will wait till you're done. Glad to be at your service," Jamil replied.
Yasmin regarded him, then thanked him.
"I'll be waiting too, until you are ready to tell me, in all honesty, why you left me without a word five years ago. I do hope I will know the reason before I return to work. It will take off a lot of my misgivings," Yasmin said sadly.
Jamil closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. He regarded her, saying he knew he had wronged her.
"Please forgive me. But I didn't know what was being planned by my father for me. I didn't know him. But I promise you I had averted what could have happened then. I didn't want to involve you. I didn't want him to know about you. Knowing him later, I feared for you, your life. Please give me a day, we'll talk about it. I hope you can forgive me and understand why I did what I did," he said.
"But what if I hadn't waited? What if I entered another relationship and got married thinking that you had married and left me?" Yasmin said reproachfully.
He said he believed she loved him and would wait for him.
Still, five years is a long time for her to have waited for him. He gambled and believed in their love for each other.
It touched Yasmin that she kissed him deeply and now she wanted to make love with him. She rubbed his rod to let him know. Jamil tensed and closed his eyes. He wanted it, too.
They stood up, left the tub, and wiped themselves off. She was glad he always understands her. They both wanted to consummate their feelings on his bed. Jamil carried Yasmin off to his bedroom.
***
Both naked on the bed, Jamil wanted to ask Yasmin one question before they make love again after their five-year-long separation. He summoned the courage to ask her.
"Has ... there been… anyone… after me?" Jamil asked painfully.
The thought that Yasmin became involved with another man hurt, but he would have to accept it. Yasmin lifted her chin to look up at him. She wanted to prolong his agony and didn't reply at once. She could see the pain on his face. Is he teary-eyed? She's debating on how to reply to him. Should she get mad first? How could he even asked her that question when he was the one who left her? Should she lie just to hurt him? But she loves him...still...so much.
Yasmin got up to a sitting position and in doing so came face to face with his shaft. Mesmerized by his size, she was speechless. She's dying to take him into her mouth again. Jamil must have sensed it. He wants that badly too, but he wanted an answer to his question first. So, he dropped himself into a crawling position. And now, his face is right in front of hers.
Yasmin's eyes welled up. With tears streaming down her face, she said that no one had ever touched her except him. She made a promise she wouldn't have another boyfriend or even marry anyone, either. That's how much she had loved and longed for him.
"Yes, so pathetic of me. You just left me! How could you! You didn't even bother to say goodbye. And during all those years, you never even bothered to find me, either. I waited… still… despite what you did," Yasmin sobbed.
Jamil didn't know how to react at first. I love this woman; he thought. Then he kissed her cheeks lovingly, then her lips. They were now both in tears. Jamil was so touched by Yasmin's love and loyalty. He loves this woman.
As soon as their lips and bodies touched, they couldn't stop. Five years were too long. They had missed each other's scent, touch, and the warmth of their bodies on each other. Their hands continued to re-discover all those once familiar spots, further searing their already hot, passion-filled, crimson red bodies. They've covered the full dimension of the bed, alternating on the top and bottom positions, their movements hurried entangling them with the sheets. All their body parts lending a hand to ravage and provide pleasure to all those sensitized and erogenous zones until violent pleasure rocked them and their juices flowed and oozed out of them. Once again, their love sitting on the back burner saw rainbow and rebirth. Jamil's burying himself and releasing his entire seed inside her sealed the intensity of their passion.
It never occurred to both that they had no protection and Yasmin could be fertile.
Exhausted, they've slept the remaining hours of the night... or maybe not.
***
EUPHORIA. Jamil and Yasmin cannot deny their intense excitement and happiness meeting up again after the five-year-long separation. They still love each other. That was why it was easy to fall back in. There may be that lingering wonder of what could have been if they hadn't lost touch, but they have the time to reconstruct that - and it will be easy since they haven't lost the feeling.
"The sense of wonder will remain through time as the couple spends their late-life years together."
***
Day Two
"Good Morning," mouthed Yasmin to herself. After five years, this was the first morning she'd woken up beside Jamil again. She looked at Jamil's sleeping form lovingly and smiled. They've really missed each other so much, they tried to make up for the five years' absence in just one night. She hugged her folded legs while she sat on the bed looking at Jamil.
Their steamy night that started early and ended at early dawn did not permit the couple to fulfill their running and biking plans. Yasmin hurried as she was planning to leave before Jamil woke up. She had to rush before traffic build up along busy avenues so she could accomplish what she had planned to do. Yasmin dashed out of their bedroom.
The previous long, hot, and steamy night exhausted them. Jamil could hardly get up from bed; he'll leave the house by mid-morning for a haircut and brunch, he decided.
***
Finished sooner than expected, Yasmin took the chance to see her mom and grandparents. She was glad that her mom was home, otherwise she couldn't spare another day without bringing Jamil with her. She couldn't bring him yet without knowing the reasons he just left. He could disappoint her mom. Glad that she brought her presents for them. She just needed to buy food. Not wanting Jamil to wonder where she was, she did not stay long.
***
Her mom and grandparents met Jamil's mom during their college days. Her family liked Jamil too, especially as they are both half-Emirati. Through the years of their relationship, Zora got used to Jamil calling her 'Mom'. It thrilled her to have him for a son, she told Yasmin when she asked her if it was okay. Jamil also felt closer to her mom.
***
Yasmin stopped on her way to the supermarket. They had sex without protection; she remembered.
"Oh, my!" she worried. Upon checking her appointment book where she noted and circled the start and end dates of her cycle, she believed she was safe, but just to make sure, she'll check with a doctor.
They were virgins when they first dated and had their first sexual experience. Since then, they had become exclusive partners. That's why Jamil didn't want to use the rubber. He had no fear of sexually transmitted diseases and they had no sexual activity outside of each other. He wanted to feel them skin-to-skin; Yasmin had to take the pills for protection, though.
Jamil had found his woman, and that's Yasmin; they are passionately compatible. It isn't lust. It is true love, and she is his only love.
Yasmin rushed home after buying her prescribed pills, groceries, and fresh products to cook dinner for Jamil.
***
She's an excellent cook, too. She learned to cook while growing up, since her mom was not around and her grandparents were old. Her sirloin steak, steamed veggies, and mashed potatoes were perfect. She left one bottle of wine from the three bottles she bought at the duty-free shop. The coffee-flavored ice cream will be their dessert. She hoped Jamil will arrive in time. She didn't want the steak to grow cold and hard, nor the steamed veggies to go limp.
Having set the table, she took a quick shower. She debated on what to wear tonight, although she had chosen the midnight blue silk short dress. She knew it was too sexy, but she had nothing else. Maybe she could use shorts and a halter-top. Either would do just fine. She preferred the short dress, though. Dressed and ready by the time Jamil was turning the door lock on the main door, she topped the apron to hide her short dress from Jamil. She kissed and pulled him to the table at once. After the wine and the main course, Yasmin stood to take their ice cream dessert from the kitchen. As soon as she got up and turned her back, Jamil saw her short nightie.
She was about to put two scoops of ice cream on each of their cups when Jamil hugged her from behind. He kissed her from the nape, shoulders, and cheeks while feeling and squeezing her breasts in that skimpy silk dress. She can feel his engorged shaft from behind her. She closed her eyes, anticipating his caresses and fondles. He put his right hand underneath her dress. It delighted him she's wearing nothing. Then felt her G-string. Jamil smiled. There's nothing it can hide, not even her slit.
"My Good Woman, you're driving me crazy," Jamil moaned.
For minutes, his fingers stayed inside her hot, soaked, well-lubed, and quivering hole, pleasuring Yasmin and himself as well. The pleasure was from her warmth and moistness and from the quivering, throbbing, and pulsations of her body.
Now, his fingers climbed behind her vaginal wall to touch her G-spot. Yasmin's knees and legs buckled under her, the wild pleasure enveloped her, and the scorching passion threatened to melt her entire body.
He'd been longing to touch her this way from the first eye contact at the airport. The moment Jamil realized it was Yasmin seated across from him at the airport, he started throbbing. He stared at her, waiting for her to look his way until she finally did. He will not let the night pass them without having touched her. He had even thought of re-booking both their flights for the following morning. All he wanted to do was to take her to the nearest hotel and spend the entire night making love with her.
He was glad of his quick thinking after learning that they were on the same flight but sat far from each other. He had her upgraded to the seat next to his. If that wouldn't have been possible, there is no way he'll let her go, he'd do anything in his power to make things happen for them that night. Even fooling her just to get her airline ticket and ID so he can hold on to her.
Kissing and feeling her up throughout the entire flight had at least eased his terrible longing for her. He wanted more than that, but he knew it was impossible without putting them both in a scandalous situation. He could have gone crazy if he wasn't able to touch her at all. They should start providing hotel rooms in airports too, for this reason.
That was why he couldn't talk much with Yasmin while waiting for their boarding call. Jamil was planning on how they could have sex on the plane. He's imagining all the scenarios, but he couldn't risk humiliating her. It had to be discreet. Nothing beats having his rod inside her, but that time on the plane, he had to be satisfied with feeling her up with his fingers. At least he had satisfied his woman. But that wouldn't suffice for him, he thought.
That was when he excused himself before they called their flight for boarding. He moved away and called his secretary, gave Yasmin's name, her hotel's name, and the dates of her booking. His secretary, Julie, had to cancel Yasmin's hotel reservation and should anything have to be paid, to charge it against his credit card. He asked her to let him know once it's done. No way at all that he is not bringing Yasmin home with him.
He pulled her G-string off, making her bend on the high stool in the kitchen and pulling one leg up to rest on the kitchen countertop. That was how Jamil finished and enjoyed his dessert, smearing her with ice cream all over and licking them clean. Jamil entered her from the rear; gently at first until Yasmin said faster, and they both reached the peak of their satisfaction, emitting guttural sounds.
He knew his rod had grown bigger through the years. Missing her so much but not wanting to touch any other woman, he tried to please himself. Her pictures helped, especially the one in his wallet, a naked, faceless picture of Yasmin which she insisted he keeps; that helped him through those times of deep longing and sex-deprived years. He had used penis enlarging creams and bought those sex toys he could do it with, so as not to be tempted. When he realized he had grown bigger, he was very concerned for Yasmin. He worried that he'd be tearing and hurting her, instead of giving her pleasure.
It was during these years that he came across videos on the internet on how to pleasure a woman by hand and finger massage. He became very interested and learned the process from those videos. Jamil knew Yasmin wanted to know how his rod had grown bigger, but the woman must be too shy to ask. He would tell her all that when he would confess why he left and never got in touch with her five years ago.
They needed a soundproofed house. Sex with Yasmin will never get boring. This daily sex with Yasmin had removed all his body tensions and stress from work, and his relationship with his father. He is happier and light-hearted - and his father should see it. Being with Yasmin is the only way he could be happy again; no other woman can replace her in his heart. He had to convince his father. If he wanted him to be happy, he should give him his blessings, and not force him into a marriage without bliss. And now, he remembered that his half-brother, Fayed, is in the same predicament as well. Why are some Arab fathers cruel to their children?
Yasmin had been staring at Jamil for a long time and saw the different facial expressions on him in a matter of ten minutes. She was eating her ice cream from a cup. She approached him from behind while seated on the sofa.
"Sweetheart, penny for your thoughts?" Yasmin asked.
Jamil looked up at her while he kissed her hand.
"I'm okay," he lied.
He pulled her hand, urging her to sit on his lap. His erection was instant upon seeing her again in her short nightie and lifting it to see her G-string. Yasmin laughed at it and touched his bulge tenderly.
"I love your new size," she teased him, her tongue swiping his lips playfully.
Then she sat on one of his legs while facing him. She rubbed her bottom on his leg.
"You're soaked, woman," Jamil said.
He closed his eyes and moved his head up, and felt his groin warming to her wet and warm bottom.
"I know," she winked.
"Oh, you ate your dessert and enjoyed it so much. I would like to eat mine, the same way you did, can I?" she teased.
Jamil laughed hard. He pulled her and kissed her again. He lowered the strap of her nightie on one side and sucked her nipple. Seeing that she was still holding her ice cream cup, he took a spoonful and smeared them, eating and sucking the ice cream on it. Then he did the same on the other.
"You started this. Satisfy me," he jested.
While lowering her onto the sofa. He removed her G-string.
"No need to wear any underwear at home. I want you to be bare all the time," he ordered.
Yasmin laughed but answered, "Yes, master." Jamil smeared some more ice cream on her cherry again and ate and licked every bit. Jamil turned her over to finish all the ice cream in her cup, smearing it all on her behind, and he did just that. Yasmin made him promise that she'll eat her dessert too on him next time.
Jamil did all the dishwashing since she did the cooking. Then he prepared two glasses and took the wine bottle to their room. He lit the perfume candles and went back to the living room to pick up his woman.
"You need cleaning up, you're sticky," Jamil said.
He lifted her from the sofa and carried her to their room. They followed their quick shower with another passionate night. Her short dress and G-string set the mood for another bout of steamy romance and passionate love rekindling.
Day Three
It's a new day! Jamil went for a run. She's glad that Jamil takes care of his body despite already being fit. He's got abdominal muscles, abs in short, that are as hard as a rock. He runs, swims, bikes, and plays some sports like basketball and soccer.
Yasmin knew Jamil will be back soon and would be hungry after a run. She cooked his preferred breakfast. That's poached eggs, grilled bacon, toasted bread with butter and jam, and fresh fruits. He would also like fried rice, dried squid, fried egg, and beef tapa - the normal Asian breakfast on the other days. She's glad that she hadn't forgotten some things about Jamil.
Just showered, Yasmin is debating whether to take Jamil on his challenge. No underwear at home, when it's just them. Would she dare this morning in her black shorts and a halter-top? She smiled before deciding not to wear one. Jamil is teaching her to be daring, she thought.
She never worried about the bra; she got used to not wearing one with Jamil. The sight of her breasts always aroused him, he'd always end up with an erection. It aroused him when in the evenings she would wear her silk nighties without her bra; she remembered. It always ignites the fire that ends them burning in bed.
Between the two of them, Jamil is the more mature one in their relationship. Yasmin's mom said so too after meeting with Jamil. It must be his Arab blood and the influence of his father. Their elders expect their boys to be 'men' from an early age and are further trained as they grow up. It is the men's duty to defend their women.
No wonder his father had always been training him in their family business, obliging Jamil to work during summer vacations in Dubai. Until he called him in Dubai right after college graduation and she never heard from him again; it devastated her mom when Yasmin cried her heart out on one of her calls. Zora then took Yasmin to Abu Dhabi to be with her.
This was the day Jamil promised he'd tell her all. Will he? She wondered. Why did he leave without even saying goodbye? Yasmin didn't know what to expect from their relationship. Should she move on? What if he would come back? There were so many what-ifs. She hanged in the balance within five years. She wanted to know Jamil's reasons. It is her right to know.
Would he tell her how he'd grown that big? She smiled at the thought. Not that she's complaining. Sex with him had gotten even better. Although she'd learned to please herself since Jamil left, it was easier that time. Just thinking about his new size now weakened her legs. Then she laughed at Jamil's dare not to wear any more undies at home. And she did just that.
She was searching for the TV remote while waiting for him in the living room. While bending over in her search, he felt a hand feeling her up from behind, removing her skimpy silk shorts. He took her to the back of the sofa and bent her over all the more towards the seat. That was how Jamil licked and tasted her, freshly showered and smelling clean. In contrast, he was feeling hot and sweaty from his run. His breath, tongue, and mouth felt warm and excited her until her milk lubes were flowing. Then he drove his fingers inside her moistened hole until she reached the peak of satisfaction.
He had become an expert at it because he could easily make her reach her orgasm with his fingers. And he can do this anywhere else with her. He was kind of teaching her how to satisfy herself when he was not around, rather than her finding satisfaction in another man's arms.
She'd be content if this was his morning greeting throughout her life. Any couple blessed with their kind of passion must have a blissful union.
Jamil carried her to the bathroom for another shower with him before they ate breakfast. This was surely going to be a long shower, but she didn't mind at all. This was her first vacation from her Kazakhstan post and such a glorious vacation indeed. Yasmin fully surrendered herself to Jamil. He soaped, scrubbed, and shampooed her while ravaging her entire body all along. They must have done all the positions written in the Kama Sutra or may have even invented new ones. Jamil surely knew every line, wrinkle, mole, or scar in Yasmin's body, and so did she with him. Whatever their imperfections, they were still perfect for each other. The culmination, as always, was his thick and enormous rod, which was driving Yasmin crazy. She'll always remember how it felt inside her.
From the moment Jamil took her virginity in college, and she would feel the titillating throbbing, she would run to the restroom in school and put a finger in her cooch and satisfy herself until it finally subsided. Jamil's long absence left a void in her life. Now she's taking every opportunity she could have to get the most from him while she can. She knew it would be very hard for her to fill that void again when she goes back to work.
Yasmin was so thankful that she took this vacation. Had she not, they wouldn't have met again. This was her dream vacation. Not the place. She didn't mind where she was, as long as she was with Jamil. Everything would be perfect. Now she knew what true happiness is. Jamil was her true happiness. From hereon, she promised she will always be in touch with him. She would like to be married now that Jamil was back. Not that she didn't want to get married after all. Finally, she admitted Jamil was the premise of her argument. Yasmin knew that by the time they finished showering, their breakfast will be cold. She'll just have to cook something for him again. Food was the second priority now. For Jamil and Yasmin, sex was at the top of their activity list for this vacation.
They were having breakfast when Jamil remembered he went shopping yesterday and bought her some clothes after his brief detour from the airline ticketing office. That's the reason Jamil had stayed long outside. Shopping for women wasn't easy. Know what you want to buy - dress, skirt, blouse, whatever. Know what accessories to go with what. Yesterday, he practically relied on the store supervisor's taste and fashion sense, and he worried if Yasmin would like what he had purchased for her. Anyway, if she didn't, he had kept the receipts and made the supervisor agree. She would accept returns or exchanges on the purchases. He'll have to wait till breakfast was over. The items were in the car. He left them there intentionally last night.
He was excited to have dinner and, once again, eat the food Yasmin cooked. She knew his favorite food. A good steak was one, and he was craving steak when she mentioned that she'd be cooking that. What else can he ask for from this woman? She's beautiful, intelligent, friendly, humorous; she can cook, sew, craft, and best of all, she's as sexually passionate as he was. As he was thinking about all this, he was smiling, and Yasmin was observing him.
"A naughty thought, perhaps?" she teased.
Jamil laughed.
They had to finish breakfast first, he's so hungry. Frequent sex leaves him always famished, he said. Yasmin countered they can fast for the next two nights. Jamil's eyes left their sockets.
"Yeah, you have exactly two nights left before your flight. Remember, woman, I can re-book your flight or cancel it altogether. Appease me, or you are not returning," Jamil jested.
Yasmin laughed, hugging and kissing him on the cheek.
"No way!" she giggled.
Yasmin didn't realize yet that her ticket was still with Jamil! And indeed, he can change her flight or cancel it.
As soon as breakfast was over, he went to the car and brought in the items he purchased. This was supposedly what she intended to do this morning, she thought. Shop for some clothes. As she was inspecting the first shopping bag, she saw a black lace dress, so dainty and sexy.
"Why did you buy me this? Where will I use this?" she asked.
"You are being invited to dinner, your Majesty," he jested.
She giggled. Jamil was in the mood for jokes this morning. She smiled.
"Wait for my text later in the day for further instructions. I will notify you, your Majesty," he continued.
Yasmin was shaking her head. There was no way to talk to Jamil this morning. He was not being serious at all. He had showered very early and had changed into casual outdoor clothes. Where exactly is he going? Why the secrecy? Yasmin wondered. He kissed her on the lips and told her to check her phone messages later that day. Anyway, she didn't have to worry that Jamil's surprise is not pleasant because it always is.
At around 10 a.m., Yasmin got a message from Jamil.
It read, "Get ready to leave the house at 3 p.m. today; bring the black shopping bag with the black dress this morning, and everything in that bag (the shoes, bag, and the rest); just wear something casual when you leave. I'll be there by 2:30 p.m."
Another message followed, "Don't ask for more, woman, this is supposedly a surprise." (3 heart emojis).
"Okay," Yasmin smiled to herself.
He must have gone to that place to arrange it all, maybe. So there'll be no need to cook for lunch, Yasmin told herself. And maybe they won't be having dinner at home either. Yasmin put the ingredients back in the fridge and tidied up the place. She made sure that she properly disposed of the garbage outside the house. She did some laundry and tidied up Jamil's bedroom. When she was quite pleased that the house was clean, she took a luxuriating, warm foam bath then prepared to get dressed by the time Jamil arrived. Jamil took a bag from his room, then ensured he had locked the house before they left.
"We won't be back for the night," he told Yasmin as he kissed her lips.
She suspected that too, that's why she cleaned up the house and disposed of the garbage.
***
After 30 minutes, they reached the hotel. From the basement parking, they went up to their room on the 12th floor.
"Wow! What's the occasion, sweetheart?" she asked.
"You're leaving soon. I'd like to take you out for dinner," he replied.
This is romantic, thought Yasmin. They have a very nice room with a view of the bay.
"Would you like to have a full lunch or just something light?" asked Jamil.
But he followed that with a suggestion to go very light because he had booked them for a couple-massage around 4 p.m. for an hour. They will have the couple's massage in another suite room. He just wanted to use another room for the massage and not their bedroom. The massage therapists will leave them alone after the service. There's a flat TV screen that will show a specific romantic massage video for couples that Jamil had chosen for them. Jamil wanted Yasmin to see it. This would help boost their sexual relationship. And tonight, in their bedroom, he would try the techniques on her.
At exactly 4 p.m., the massage therapists started the session, and they finished at past 5 p.m. Then Jamil switched on the video. While watching it, Jamil was trying the techniques on Yasmin and he found her to be enjoying the massage. It was relaxing at first and then erotic, and by the time they finished the video, Yasmin must have reached her orgasm three times.
No wonder Jamil was very adept at these hand and finger pleasing, Yasmin thought he must have been learning from the videos. He asked her if she found it enjoyable, and she said she did. They left the room to go back to their booked suite.
At seven, they left the room for cocktails at The Lounge, and around 8:30 p.m., they joined the diners by the beach. Moonlit and candlelit dinner at the same time. Jamil let Yasmin order, but it seemed they both didn't want to eat much. They ordered something light. Jamil seemed to be pensive towards the end of the evening. He was preparing to confess something to Yasmin, but he also had planned something special. As for Yasmin, she had completely forgotten about it.
After dinner, Jamil ordered a scotch on the rocks; Yasmin, a margarita. The air was cool, and the mood was romantic. A soul band was playing something nice in the background, and Yasmin closed her eyes and relaxed.
Then Jamil went on a monologue.
His father had arranged his engagement to a very young bride, 15-year-old to be exact, who was more scared than he was when the families met for the engagement. One look at the girl told him she wasn't prepared for marriage either. At that age, girls were still playing and were innocent in sex. He couldn't even look at her then. He was like his half-sister, only a few years older. When he told his father that he was not marrying that girl in front of the girl's parents, his father was furious and threatened him that should he find out that he was not consenting to the marriage because of a girlfriend or fiancee back home, that he'll make sure that he will never see her again. That scared Jamil terribly. He felt cold. But he did not admit to having a girlfriend, he just didn't want to get married yet and also, that the girl is just like a younger sister to him.
From that time on, he became more vigilant than ever. He had a feeling he was being followed everywhere he went. His father even introduced him to some Arab men his age to be his friends, but in fact, they were spies. So, he never trusted them. He would rather have Filipino friends in Dubai than Arab friends. Jamil was being very careful; he said. All of Yasmin's pictures, letters, and everything Yasmin gave, he brought to Dubai; he kept it in a vault, in a bank. The only picture left with him was the naked picture in his wallet, but he didn't worry since it was faceless. He had been very careful all those years. He made sure that those Arab 'friends' wouldn't find out anything about Yasmin or anyone related to her.
After some years, his father became relaxed since there had been nothing reported to him. Silence filled the air after his confession. Yasmin didn't know what to say either. Should she ask for the girl's name? But what does it matter? She wouldn't even know her, anyway. So, did that mean the engagement never happened? Will the girl be waiting for him until he consented? He wanted him to volunteer the information. She didn't want to ask.
When Jamil looked up from staring at the glass of scotch in his hand, Yasmin was looking straight at him and, as if he could read her mind, he was answering some of her questions.
"No, I wasn't engaged. And never will be to her. So, I will tell you this, when you ever come to Dubai, we have to be extra careful. I have several Filipino friends who can help us. But when you see me with Arabs, even with my father or my other family members, pretend not to know me. Just give me some time. I will sort everything out. Or, I can also propose this. Let's get engaged quietly. If we only had enough time. If I had known that we would meet, we could have prepared the documents and applied for a civil marriage," Jamil said.
Silence followed. Then, Yasmin stood up and moved her chair closer to Jamil.
"But sweetheart, you're Muslim. Being one, you can have several wives. What good will it do to me? Your father can still marry you off to another woman. I'll just be your first wife, but not your only wife," Yasmin argued.
She hurt Jamil by what she had said. Wearing all black from suit to polo and tie, he loosened his tie. Elbows on his legs, holding his glass of scotch, he looked farther towards the dark waters, then took a swig from his drink. Yasmin apologized. She rubbed his back with her right hand while her other hand held his left arm.
"I am indeed very thrilled with the thought of marrying you now, but it seems there is no more time. I think we need to arrange the papers first. But I would very much like to be engaged. I wanted so much to belong to you. I wanted to be Mrs. Jamil Al Abdallah," Yasmin explained.
Jamil remained silent still, and now Yasmin became very concerned. He stood up, left his glass on the table, and walked towards the water. Yasmin followed fast and pulled him into her embrace. He didn't embrace her back, though. His hands loosely hung by his sides.
"I'm sorry. I must have hurt your feelings," Yasmin cried.
Her embrace was so much tighter this time. When she looked up, she saw Jamil was in tears. Then he pulled her head to him, cuddled her, and then kissed her on the lips while tears were running down his face.
"Do you want to know how my dick grew bigger?" he asked.
She nodded, her head closed to his chest. He may not have heard her, but he felt her nod her head.
"I didn't want to touch another woman while longing for you. I satisfied myself with sex toys, but those can't satisfy me either. So, I thought I should make mine bigger so those toys can satisfy me. That's when I used those men's enlarging creams. When I realized that I might have grown so big that I would tear you or hurt you, I worried. But I'm so glad you like this size. If I had wanted another woman, I would have easily found one. I do not want another wife. You will be my only wife," Jamil said.
Yasmin looked up and tried to reach his lips for a kiss. And they kissed, roughly and passionately.
Then Jamil reached for his pocket and took a ring case, opened it, and dropped on one knee.
"Please marry me," Jamil asked.
As she said yes, her ring finger was already halfway through the ring. She hugged him again.
"I love you so much, and I promise to remain faithful to you for the rest of my life," Yasmin declared.
"I should say that. But I'm sure you know how much I love you. I almost went out of my mind, not able to see you for years, but I couldn't risk them tracing you," Jamil said.
"I didn't want to believe that my father was cruel, but later on, when I could sense that I was always being followed, I knew he wasn't making empty threats. Once, I caught someone installing CCTV in the hallway of my flat; it wasn't the building owner, I suspected my father. I couldn't endanger your life and would rather not see you than risk your safety and your life. I love you," Jamil continued.
Yasmin couldn't say more. How she wished there was a way for them to be together, away from all this. Where they could be happy just being together.
***
BITTERSWEET. A mixture of happiness and sadness. This is how the couple feels tonight. They have loved. They lost touch. They met again. And they hoped to stay. Many say that rekindled romance is more intense. If destined, the couple would find their way back into each other's arms. "They needed to fall apart to realize they needed to fall back together again."
"Genuine love, once blossomed, never disappears."
***
Yasmin pulled him to go inside the hotel.
"Let's dance. I'm dressed so nicely and I would very much like to dance to celebrate our engagement," she said.
"Oh, okay," Jamil yielded.
As soon as they entered the dance floor, several couples were dancing on the floor. Yasmin pulled him with her to the center to dance. The dance floor was quite dark, although colorful lights circled the band, giving it a romantic feeling. The band was playing sweet music. Jamil and Yasmin stayed at the edge of the floor where there was no light. Jamil slowly put his hand under her black dress to feel her when he discovered she was not wearing any underwear.
"Nothing?" Jamil whispered.
"You told me not to," Yasmin naughtily replied.
"You will drip," he worried.
Jamil laughed softly as he gently touched her pubes.
"I brought a hanky to wipe me off," she said as she kissed his cheek.
"Let's go up. I am dying to give you a yoni massage," Jamil whispered.
As soon as the lift door closed and went up, Jamil gently nudged his middle finger from behind her and felt her warm moistness, moving it in circles and finally ending inside her soaking tunnel. It was slow at first and slowly increasing speed. He added another finger, hoping to make Yasmin reach her orgasm before they reached their floor. When Yasmin thought no one would join them in the lift, she boldly faced him and lifted her left leg, resting it on his right shoulder. She was moaning by the time they reached their floor. She took the card key from Jamil and opened their room.
Hurriedly, they removed their clothes and continued it on the bed. It was the most erotic night for them. What Jamil had in the bag he brought from his room contained some clothes, massage oils, vibrators, and a blindfold to cover her eyes while she savored the pleasures from his hands, mouth, and body. Jamil made sure that this night will forever stay in Yasmin's memory. He'll make it a night she will forever remember.
Day Four
Yasmin woke up first, and seeing the engagement ring on her finger, she admired it. She couldn't see it clearly last night. Her dream was finally happening, to be married to Jamil someday. She looked at him, he's so fitfully sleeping. She checked the time. Breakfast will soon be over in an hour, she thought. She kissed Jamil.
"Sweetheart, would you like us to have breakfast in the hotel? You booked a bed-and-breakfast, didn't you?" Yasmin asked.
"Okay, let's go," says Jamil.
He slowly turned over, since he slept on his tummy. As soon as he did, his erection pushed the thin white blanket up like a pole stand for a tent. Yasmin's eyes bulged out of her sockets. She went under the blanket, kissed, and took him slowly in her mouth.
"Oh my! I didn't see that coming," laughed Jamil.
He certainly enjoyed it, but Yasmin didn't stop there, she took it sitting down on him. It worried Jamil because she was not that wet yet, for sure. She was grimacing in pain but she wanted to go down deeper; she didn't think it would hurt if she was not ready. By the time she has fully sat on it, she was crimson red. It took her a minute or even more before she moved again. It didn't take her long to reach her climax; the friction fueled her to orgasm. She needed lubrication; or, soaking, aroused and damn right horny to take his full size easily.
He can't leave her in pain because of him and so pulled her legs towards him to please her with his lips, tongue, mouth, and fingers to bring her to full arousal. He succeeded when Yasmin moaned, writhed, squirmed, and moved her body up. He didn't stop until she finally called his name. That was always the signal. He let her extend that a bit more until she overflowed. Now, she is out of breath. He ended it with a long, passionate kiss.
They showered, then went down for breakfast. As soon as Jamil finished his breakfast, he passed by the front desk to settle their bill, then went back to rejoin Yasmin, who was still at the table.
***
As it was Yasmin's last day, Jamil wanted her to rest early. She has a long flight ahead. He asked her if there's anymore she needed to pack in her luggage.
"Nothing more," she replied.
They headed back home. As soon as they reached home, Yasmin took their used clothes out of their bags for washing. But Jamil insisted he would do that. He wanted her to rest. When she took her luggage to pack some of her things inside, Jamil scooped her up and carried her to their room.
"I will do everything for you. I want you to rest," he said as he kissed her and laid her down on the bed.
"You've done so much for me, already. How about I cook dinner then?" she asked.
"Negative, woman. Learn to obey. Rest. Last warning," threatened Jamil.
Then, locked the door from inside to leave her alone. At first, Yasmin didn't want to sleep, but Jamil played some sweet instrumental music. She finally fell asleep. Jamil made sure that she was fast asleep. He checked; using his key to open the door. She's asleep, then Jamil closed it again.
He'll start with Yasmin's luggage. Jamil tricked Yasmin again one day and got her suitcase lock combination. It's his birthdate. He shook his head. This woman is so predictable. He smiled. He packed the new clothes and undergarments he'd purchased for her. But removed her old ones from there. He'll leave Yasmin's "Eau d'you" from her old clothes and underwear in his wardrobe. He smelled and kissed her clean old undies.
Before he threw their used clothes into the washer, he left one of her used underwear unwashed, sealed this in a zipper bag, and into a brown envelope, securing the same in his luggage. He deposited two special massage oil bottles in another zipper bag and one vibrator in another, put them inside a brown envelope before sealing them with packing tape. He concealed this in Yasmin's luggage under her clothes. When he was sure that he had everything in her luggage, he locked it. Then he started packing his luggage as well. Yasmin didn't know yet that they were leaving together on the same flight back to Dubai tomorrow. Then, she'll wait alone for her connecting flight to Kazakhstan. He finished packing both their luggage in no time and was pleased.
Something is bothering Jamil, though. Will one of his father's bodyguards fetch him again? He did it when he came to Dubai five years ago and does so from time to time when he's traveling on business too. He had extended his security to include him. It wasn't to protect him, though, from any harm. He was sure it was to pick up information about any love tryst he may have. Being rich and powerful has its advantages. He can command people at the snap of his fingers.
If so, he should make sure that no one sees Yasmin with him. She had better remind Yasmin again that they will have to maintain distance as soon as they reach Dubai airport. Jamil felt so repulsed by his father's tricks. He's not getting any younger. He can't keep postponing his life and hers as well. They both want to be together.
Then he remembered Yasmin can go home monthly. If she doesn't travel, can she still take one week off in Kazakhstan? It's just one flight from Dubai to Kazakhstan. Maybe he can see her in one week. They'll have a serious talk when she wakes up. He will have to remind Yasmin of the things he told her in the hotel about his father. He can't take the risk that he'll come to know about her until he consents to their marriage.
Meantime, he'll prepare a light dinner for them. He checked the fridge and saw that there was a fish. He can steam that with butter and herbs, and prepare a side dish of potato, broccoli, and beans. There's a white wine from his mother's wine collection. They'll have fresh fruits for dessert. That will do.
When Yasmin was not yet awake by 6 p.m., he opened their room and peeked inside. He was debating whether to let her sleep or wake her up for dinner. But Yasmin was already awake, and she raised her hands.
"Good Morning!" she jested.
"Yeah, would you still want to eat dinner? We are having steamed fish and veggies," offered Jamil.
"I want to, of course, you cooked it," Yasmin replied.
Jamil approached her to help her get up, but as soon as she removed the blanket covering her, he saw she had slept in her bra and bikini. He stopped. He'd better not start again, or their dinner will grow cold. She felt hot, she said, so she removed her clothes.
"Sweetie, can you throw me my bathrobe behind you, please?" Yasmin asked.
When Jamil wouldn't move, she begged. Jamil did at last throw it to her and left her to set the table.
When dinner was over, he told her that her suitcase was ready. Jamil wondered if she had remembered that her ticket and ID were still with him. But it seemed the woman hadn't remembered it yet. And she is already leaving tomorrow.
"What time is your flight?" he asked.
That was just to test her.
"I'll check my ticket in my bag again," she said.
Jamil smiled and shook his head. If you can find it there, he thought and laughed soundlessly. Then Jamil remembered they had to talk.
"Sweetheart, come here. Let's talk," Jamil ordered.
She frowned. Why is he suddenly being serious? She wondered. When Yasmin sat on the sofa, he pulled her nearer to him. He put her on his lap while he hugged her.
"Remember what I told you by the beach, about not talking to me when Arab people are around me?" Jamil asked.
"So, when will that happen anyway? I will travel alone tomorrow, and there's no chance that we will talk in Dubai," Yasmin replied.
At last, Jamil smiled. The woman caught on. He had better tell her then, Jamil thought. So he did. He told her they will travel together tomorrow.
"And by the way, remind me that your ticket and ID are still with me," Jamil said.
"Oh, yes!" Yasmin remembered.
She made a nasty face at him. He continued. He will leave her at the airport, and she'll wait alone for her connecting flight to Kazakhstan. Now, as soon as they land, they shouldn't be walking closely together. Because he said he can feel that his father will send someone to pick him up. The person will surely observe him from the glass wall of the waiting area. He can see him as soon as he entered the arrival area.
"We'll pretend we don't know each other from thereon," Jamil said.
Yasmin frowned and turned her head to him to give him a dagger look.
"Can I kiss you in the mouth and feel you up first before we part ways?" she asked while pouting.
Jamil crossed his arms over his chest.
"Am I laughing, woman?" Jamil tersely asked.
Yasmin stood up from sitting on his lap and faced him. Then, teasingly opened and closed her bathrobe in front of him. She's naked underneath. She removed her undies.
"What did you say? Are you mad at me? I'll sleep in the other room tonight then," she warned.
Jamil abruptly stood up and carried her on his right shoulder into their room.
"You'll see the other side of me tonight. When I got very cross with you. You need a good spanking, woman," Jamil said.
While Yasmin was laughing, and while passing by the table, she grabbed the bowl of their dessert tonight, assorted cut fruits. Yasmin was thinking of eating her dessert on him tonight.
Day Five
Their flight back to Dubai the following day was in the afternoon. The Grab cab came so much ahead of time, forty minutes to be exact. They did not expect the driver to have arrived so early; Yasmin was not yet ready. The driver told Jamil he had to arrive early, as it was company policy to be there minutes ahead of the booked time. He'd wait outside the gate, he said. Jamil went back into the house to check on Yasmin. She was almost ready; she said when Jamil knocked.
Yasmin looked so pretty in the dress made of the two-piece ensemble with a white satin top and a knee-length electric blue satin and tulle skirt.
"I would like you to see me wearing it because you bought it," she said, twirling.
The top shows off her fair shoulders and arms, and the set of gold necklaces and earrings on her complements it pretty well. The skirt is knee-length, which Jamil approves. Her white sandals completed the ensemble. It mesmerized Jamil to find her looking so pretty, like a bride on her wedding day.
He looked at his watch, and he could see they still have thirty-eight minutes before they leave the house. The driver will just have to wait; he can't let this pass. Jamil nuzzled her back and ravaged her lips with a wet, warm kiss. He removed her blouse that was tucked into her skirt and unhooked her bra to feel them. Jamil felt so horny. They can't leave the house without one more passionate tryst, he thought. He didn't care if they'd be missing their flight for this. He'll just have to buy them another ticket. Jamil was just too inflamed. He didn't know when the next time they will meet again. She's too pretty to pass up; there's no chance to feel her up even in the plane.
"Sweetheart, forgive me, just one last time before we go," Jamil said.
So as not to crease her clothes, he removed them all again. In his haste, he hadn't noticed that the underwear she was wearing was crotchless. He removed all of his clothes as well. Jamil behaved like some sex-starved maniac if she can call him that. He locked the bedroom door. He scooped her up and put her down on the bed. Jamil kissed her again, wilder than ever, like some wild wolf tearing its prey. He had to do it fast, and can't help but be rough in his haste. Jamil squeezed and sucked her breasts until her pinkish buttons perked up. Yasmin didn't take long to be ignited.
Jamil went down, opened her to drive his mouth, lips, and tongue into the heat of her core, and lick her everywhere at the same time. He was sucking her love juices as he did so. His middle and forefingers gently felt her hole to touch her deeply and excite her G-spot, moving them fast in and out of her lube hole. His lips, tongue, mouth, and fingers were driving her insanely wild. Yasmin was opening up in total surrender. She was moaning, groaning, and screaming. Their bodies turned crimson red from the passion while sweating, shuddering, throbbing breathlessly. Then he gently thrust and slowly picked up speed until it was time for Jamil to release and he rammed deep, emptying himself of his full seed inside her.
It was his parting memento of their five days together.
Jamil looked at his watch. They have twenty minutes left. They showered quickly and wiped their bodies off. Jamil gently wiped off Yasmin's back, breasts, stomach, and between her thighs. He kissed her on the lips once more, this time with such passion and ardor not knowing when will be the next time. Yasmin took the towel from Jamil to wipe him off, too. Both satisfied, they kissed and hugged, then put on their clothes once again.
"Parting is such sweet sorrow."
***
The driver helped Jamil load their luggage in the car. Jamil carried their laptop bags. In the cab, Jamil became quiet. Yasmin knew he was as sad as she was. When she looked at him, he forced a smile and kissed her head. Then he looked out of the car window again. For the second time, he turned his gaze and pulled Yasmin to him, hugged her tight, and kissed her on the cheek. Jamil's eyes were teary.
After being separated for five years, they met and stayed together for five days. It may not be enough, but at least they've connected again. Jamil had kept her close throughout their taxi ride to the airport.
"Please try to call me before going to bed. Even a minute will do. I won't complain," Yasmin said.
Jamil couldn't respond. He was trying to avoid looking at Yasmin. His heart was so heavy, he could even hardly breathe. When he did, he took a long, sad look at her. Keeping his voice down, so the driver won't hear, he told Yasmin to text him first before calling. And when he's free, and no one is around, he will surely call her. He made her promise. Yasmin promised, even raising her right hand like taking an oath.
When they reached the airport, they went through the motions of checking in their luggage and handing in their tickets to get their boarding passes. Jamil returned her ID this time. They passed through immigration and joined the other passengers to wait for their boarding calls. Jamil seemed to be a very different person now. She didn't like this side of him. He seemed aloof, even with her. She held his left hand and caressed it.
Then Jamil remembered to ask her about her one week off in a month. Does she have to work if she doesn't take her vacation leave outside the country? She has the option, she said, to take her vacation leave in the country or work. She would rather work if she's not going home, she said. Jamil demanded that she updates him on her plans and changes thereof every time. He wanted to know. She nodded her head before saying she will.
Silence followed.
"Sweetheart, I miss you already," she said with her now glossy eyes.
Jamil kissed her hand and looked at her with an equally tormented look.
"If you can open up my heart, you will see how sad it is right now because I don't know when's the next time we can be together again," Jamil said in his gruff voice.
As Jamil was saying this, he was rubbing her engagement ring. Then he kissed her hand.
"I hope this ring will always remind you how much I love you. That I will always be there for you. Please promise you'll wait. And believe me when I tell you that there will never be another woman in my life. There will only be you," Jamil promised.
Yasmin grasped Jamil's hands.
"I've waited all these past five years already. I can wait, even if it will take forever. There will only be you in my life. Forever," Yasmin promised, her tears now threatening to fall.
And that was their closest to a wedding vow.
"The best love is that which awakens the soul, plants fire in the hearts," and promises to stay... forever.
***
It didn't take long, and they boarded the plane. Throughout the flight, the couple cuddled. Yasmin's head was on Jamil's shoulder and chest, while Jamil held her tight towards him. Once in a while, Jamil would kiss Yasmin's forehead, eyes, or cheek. She looked so pretty today that men passing by their seats did a double-take. They couldn't help but look at her appreciatively. Jamil would put his arm around her possessively.
"You are drawing too much attention, looking so pretty. It makes me feel uneasy," Jamil whispered.
She wore this dress intentionally for him because even if Jamil would put his hand underneath it and feel her, it wouldn't be obvious at all. It was an afternoon flight. There was no chance they could be very intimate at all, but she wanted Jamil to touch her on the plane one more time. She did not expect to have one more explosive, passionate interlude with Jamil before leaving the house. That would have sufficed, but then, she had no more time to change her clothes and open her luggage once again.
Besides, who knows, they'll pull it off. For sure, Jamil would appreciate it, too. She won't be able to touch him, though pitifully. It would look suspicious to be asking for blankets when you won't be sleeping. And how could you sleep when it was broad daylight even inside the cabin? That was why she thought about this long and hard.
She searched through the clothes that Jamil had purchased for her and saw this pretty dress. It is too pretty, in fact; it's something you would wear to a wedding or baptismal. She worried it would attract attention at the airport. But this would solve her problem. Yasmin tried it on and put her hand underneath the skirt from the side, and pretended to touch herself in front of a full-length mirror. She moved her hand underneath while looking at the mirror. It wasn't obvious; she said.
Then, as she was inspecting the undergarments Jamil bought for her, she saw three crotchless ones in different colors - black, dark blue, and grey. She giggled. Indeed, Jamil was being so naughty, she thought. Yasmin was about to close her luggage when she thought of using the dark blue crotchless one; it matched the color of the skirt. She retrieved this from inside her luggage. She wanted to show him how convenient it would be for him to touch her if she's wearing this.
Yasmin took the black shawl from her shoulder bag and covered her thighs and legs with it. Then she slowly guided Jamil's hand under her skirt. When Jamil touched her, he can feel that she's already soaked. He was glad she wore the crotchless underwear now. It was convenient for him indeed. That was all they could do, since there was no chance it would get dark soon.
Jamil's finger stayed there, pleasuring her by rubbing the warm, soft moistness between her thighs. It was slow and gentle throughout but all the same, pleasurable, and she reached her orgasm, releasing quietly and profusely.