went to WC but my arab friend’s mom was taking a shower so I fucked her. 1

Title: “An Unexpected Encounter”

As I stood outside the bathroom door, my heart raced with excitement and trepidation. My best friend, Khaled, had invited me over to his house for a game night. Little did I know that the evening would take an unexpected turn. While Khaled was in the kitchen grabbing us some snacks, I decided to use the restroom. As I approached the bathroom, I heard the sound of running water from within. Figuring it must be Khaled’s mom taking a shower, I waited patiently outside the door, not wanting to disrupt her privacy.

However, my patience wore thin as the minutes ticked by. I knocked lightly on the door, letting her know that I urgently needed to use the restroom. No response came. Puzzled, I knocked again, a little more forcefully this time. Still, no one answered. Assuming she must have left the shower running and stepped out, I reluctantly barged in, figuring it would only take a moment to handle my business.

What I saw next took my breath away. There, standing in the shower, was not Khaled’s mom, but his aunt, Amal. The steam from the water had fogged up the glass, obscuring her presence. Amal, surprise and embarrassment evident on her face, quickly covered herself with a towel. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I stammered, averting my gaze. “I thought it was Khaled’s mom.”

Amal’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but there was an undeniable spark in her eyes. “It’s okay,” she said softly, her voice husky with a hint of amusement. “You’re just surprised, that’s all.”

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. “I’m really sorry for barging in like that. I didn’t mean to intrude on your privacy. I better go and apologize to Khaled.” I began to back out of the bathroom, my face burning with embarrassment.

“Wait,” Amal called out, her hand reaching out to stop me. I turned to face her, my heart pounding in my chest. Amal’s eyes met mine, and I saw a different kind of heat in them. “You don’t have to go just yet,” she said, her voice low and inviting.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then, as if drawn by an invisible force, I found myself stepping closer to her. Amal’s hand reached out, gently caressing my cheek. I leaned into her touch, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Amal…” I whispered, barely able to get her name out.

She silenced me with a kiss, her lips soft and yielding against mine. I responded eagerly, my hands finding their way around her waist. Amal pressed herself against me, the towel falling away, revealing her nakedness. I groaned, my desire for her growing exponentially.

Our kissing became more urgent, more passionate. Amal’s hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me. I reciprocated, my fingers tracing the curves of her hips, her breasts, her thighs. Amal gasped as my hands found their way between her legs, stroking her most intimate parts.

She moaned, her head falling back in pleasure. I took the opportunity to trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. Amal clung to me, her nails digging into my skin. I could feel her body trembling with anticipation.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I knew what she wanted, what we both wanted. I undressed quickly, letting my clothes fall to the floor. Amal helped me, her hands eager and hungry. When we were both naked, I picked her up, carrying her to the bed. Amal wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.

We made love, our bodies entwined, our souls connected. Amal cried out in ecstasy, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. I followed soon after, my own release consuming me, taking me to heights I had never experienced before.

Afterwards, we lay together, our bodies sweaty and sated. Amal traced patterns on my chest, her fingers playing with the fine hair there. I kissed her forehead, breathing in the scent of her hair.

“What now?” I asked, my voice soft.

Amal looked up at me, a smile playing on her lips. “Now, we keep this between us. Just you, me, and our secret,” she said, kissing me lightly.

“Your mom, Khaled, they can never know,” I agreed, knowing the gravity of the situation.

Amal nodded, her eyes shining with a mix of love and mischief. “And who knows what other secrets we can keep between us,” she teased, pressing her body against mine.

I knew then that this was just the beginning. Amal and I had started something that would change the course of our lives forever. And as I held her close, I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.