Serenity Haven II

One evening, after a full day exploring Marrakech, Tom was unwinding in the guesthouse’s inviting lounge. The warm, soft lighting created a cozy ambiance, casting a gentle glow over the room. Amina, the ever-attentive hostess, noticed Tom relaxing alone and decided to bring him some freshly brewed mint tea.

“Salaam, Tom,” Amina greeted with a friendly smile, her presence vibrant and confident. “I have tea for you.” She was wearing all white again. Light and shadow left little to his imagination. It looked like her skirt might burst at the seams any moment, much like the skin of an overripe fruit, with its rich, caramel-colored flesh threatening to spill out.

Tom looked up from his book, pleasantly surprised. “Oh, thanks, Amina. That sounds perfect.”

Amina set the tray on the table and poured him a cup. Her movements were smooth and graceful, her snug dress accentuating her curves. She then took a seat next to him on the sofa, leaning in slightly, her warmth radiating towards him.

“So, how’s your stay so far?” Amina asked, her voice engaging and inviting.

“It’s been great,” Tom replied, feeling more at ease with her proximity. “Everything’s been wonderful.”

Amina’s smile widened. “I’m glad to hear. You know, if you need a bit more relaxation, I’m here to help with that.”

Tom raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? What do you mean?”

With a casual shrug and a twinkle in her eye, Amina leaned forward, accentuating her curves. “Well, if you’re interested, I could offer a more personal relaxation. Just something to help you unwind.”

Tom blinked, processing her offer. “Uh, would that cost extra?”

Amina’s smile remained calm and inviting. “No, it’s on the house. But tips are always welcome if you like.”

Tom nodded, a bit surprised by her professional yet casual approach. “Alright, then. That sounds good.”

Amina’s smile remained warm as she stood up. “Great. Let me just fix my hijab so things don’t get messy.”

She moved gracefully towards Tom, her hips swaying slightly with each step. As she knelt in front of him, her hands carefully adjusted her hijab, tucking strands of hair back in. Then she took out a tube of lube and eagerly rubbed it on her hands.

“Alright,” she said, her voice almost businesslike, “I’m ready. Let’s get started.”

Amina began her work with practiced ease. Her hands made rhythmic, wet sounds as they moved along his shaft gently. Occasionally, her fingers brushed lightly against Tom’s leg, creating a reassuring contact. The gentle chime of her bracelets accompanied her actions.

“So, Tom,” Amina said, her hands working in a steady rhythm, “what did you think of the market today? Did you find anything interesting?”

“It was great,” Tom replied, his voice growing more relaxed. “We picked up a few souvenirs for the kids and tried some new foods. The atmosphere there is amazing.”

Amina nodded, her gaze focused yet relaxed. “That sounds wonderful. Marrakech really has such a vibrant culture. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

As Amina’s hands continued their soothing rhythm, she switched to using her mouth with practiced precision. The slurping sounds of her mouth, coupled with the soft, rhythmic gagging, were unlike anything Tom had experienced before. His wife, if she did this at all, managed to do so without making a single sound.

Tom sighed softly, his voice growing inconsistent. “Yeah, it was... really great. The market, I mean. And, um, you’re... really good at this.”

Amina’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she took a brief pause. “I’m glad you think so. I have lot of practice. I take good care of all my guests. The five-star reviews online don’t come from nothing.”

Tom’s breath became more uneven as he heard that. “Yeah, I can see that. You... you really know what you’re doing. Better than...”

Amina’s smile remained warm as she completed his thought. “... your wife?”

Tom’s face flushed slightly, his responses becoming more disjointed. “Yes, exactly. You... you’re really something else.”

Amina continued, her touch steady and confident. “Thank you, Tom. It’s nice to hear that my efforts are appreciated.”

As things progressed, Tom’s responses grew more erratic as he became more affected by her skilled touch.

“Wow, Amina, you’re... you’re amazing,” Tom said, his voice wavering.

As Tom glanced down, he couldn’t help but notice Amina’s boobs swaying with the motion of her head. “You know, Amina, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your bra size? I’m really into larger sizes, and I have to say, you look incredible. My wife, well, she’s not quite...”

With a plop Amina let Toms dick out of her mouth again, her eyes sparkled with amusement, though she maintained a relaxed demeanor. “Oh, that’s alright. I’m a 36G. I suppose it’s a bit different from what you’re used to.” She giggled, as she saw Tom's dissapointment, thinking about his wife's flat chest.

Tom’s appreciation was evident in his tone. “Definitely different, and in a very good way.... ugh god, you make it look so effortless. I'm about to cum...”

Suddenly, Tom’s vision began to blur, and the scene started to dissolve. He felt a disorienting jolt and, in an instant, found himself lying in his own bed. Disoriented and confused, he looked around the darkened room, realizing with a sinking feeling that he was back in reality. Next to him, her drooling mouth wide open, snoring was his wife.

As he lay there, trying to reconcile the vivid dream with the mundane reality, he began to hear faint noises coming from the room next door. The sounds of enthusiastic moans and rhythmic thumping filtered through the thin walls. Tom recognized the unmistakable sounds of Amina with another man, and they were going at it pretty hard.

A wry smile crossed his face as he chuckled softly at the irony of the situation. The vivid dream he had just experienced seemed to pale in comparison to the very real and somewhat humorous noises coming from next door. It was as if the universe had played a joke on him.