Stiff Nipples and Sensitive Tits

Anisah snoozed her 7 am alarm on her smartphone. Usually a light sleeper she felt as though she was waking from hibernation than a night's sleep.

Anisah put it down to the mountain air.

There were another four snoozed alarms before Anisah finally rolled out of bed. It was now eight in the morning and time to get ready to leave and explore the town.

She woke to a simple bedroom, typical of what you find in motels. Clean and tidy. A heavy-duty ochre carpet with cream wallpaper, a comfortable bed with generic artwork adorning the walls. There was also a small flatscreen TV and a sturdy looking armchair. Opposite the bed was a long narrow table that doubled as a dresser. As well as a mirror, it carried a coffee maker with cups but also an open Gideon's bible which Anisah had flicked through out of curiosity.

Anisah now needed to shower and pray.

The bathroom was tiled and contained a small shower cubicle. Fortunately, it was clean and the water was hot enough to enjoy.

The steaming water invigorated Anisah's senses and woke her from her stubborn daze. For the time being at least, the shower washer away Anisah's worries so she could start her new beginning.

As Anisah soaped her naked olive skin she noticed her breasts tingled to her touch. Her sense felt heightened. Even the water hitting her large swollen nipples sent erotic shocks through her nervous system.

Anisha felt a little naughty as she lathered soap into her exceptionally tight virgin pussy. Her feelings in overdrive, she suddenly wanted to explore herself.

She washed her sex again and again, enjoying the sensation of her fingers on her tight folds.

Maybe Anisha's body clock was telling it was time to settle down with a man and start a family of her own.

Was Anisah feeling broody? Perhaps.

Eventually Anisah stepped out of the shower. She towelled herself dry then rubbed moisturising cream to her soft skin, applying a little extra to her sensitive small mounds.

Looking into the mirror her breasts didn’t look any different. Her perky nipples rested a little higher than those of her white friends at school. Not that it's a race thing, just something she noticed in the shower rooms.

Anisah dressed in her loose-fitting prayer dress that covered her crown to foot. Taking her salah mat from her luggage, Anisah rolled out the ornately woven mat towards the east then did her name prayer.

It was obviously a very personal time Anisah took every day to connect to her roots and give thanks to god. As she recited the Islamic prayer Anisah transported herself back to Syria, Aleppo, and remembered her family. Back when she was truly happy. But she also prayed for her Christian foster family who had always shown her kindness and love. She loved them all.

Standing up she rolled up her mat, she then applied her modest makeup then got changed into a pair of skinny jeans, a long-sleeved top and a pair of converse sneakers.

Anisah still covered her hair and neck though. For modesty of course, but it also saved her time. The advantage of wearing a shalya headscarf is that when in a rush you don't need to worry too much about styling your hair.

Finally ready, Anisha opened the door…

...then screamed.

Cindy yelled back, her foot kicking over an empty bottle of Jack. She had been sleeping on a chair outside Anisah's door with a loaded shotgun on her lap. "Jesus H Christ! Anisah, I could have blown your skinny brown-ass away."

"For f… sake. Cindy! What are you doing?"

"Keeping you safe."

Anisah hated surprises and couldn't contain her annoyance."How? You were asleep."

"I fell asleep at sunrise when Leonard started the day shift…" Cindy glanced at the empty bottle on the vinyl floor. "...but couldn't be bothered moving."

Anisah placed a hand on her chest."Well. I appreciate it." Her heart was finally drumming a near-normal beat. "Right, I'm ready to check out."

"Good. I'll sort you out. But are you not having breakfast? Leonard might be heavy on the pork, which I take ain't no good for yeah, but he also does a mean pancake with homemade jams and syrups."

“Pancakes sound good.” Anisah tugged a large wheeled-travel case behind her."Listen. I'm looking to open a convenience store, locally. Do you know an estate broker for commercial property?"

"Girl, we were meant to meet. Just so happens my brother is a realtor.” Cindy sounded full of enthusiasm. “He'll fix you up good and proper."

"Great."

“I’ll call him over breakfast.” Cindy held a door open for Anisah. "So you're looking to stay around?"

"Yes. I drove around a little yesterday. Seems quiet and I like the mountains."

"It's beautiful, ain't it?"

“Very.”

The motel ran a diner next door which was open to the public as well as guests. Anisah was sitting in a window booth enjoying warm pancakes with maple syrup.

Still hungry Anisah then enjoyed a bowl of fresh fruit and yogurt. All were eaten while gazing through the window at a vista of snow-capped mountains that loomed high above the small town.

While Anisah aided her digestion with hot coffee, she read a tourist pamphlet which gave some information on the town.

Misty Peaks started life as a colonial trading post for fur pelts. But the town only came to prominence in the 1840s with the discovery of coal in the surrounding foothills. The mines attracted thousands of workers and brought infrastructure in road and rail, and great investment in civic pride. Schools, hospitals, libraries, theatres and even public baths.

Anisah then found out more about the Misty Peaks water.

Take a short drive north of the town of Misty Peaks and you'll find the scenic Lake District, which apart from it's mountain lakes you'll also find a dozen warm water springs.

With the birth of paid vacation in the early 1900s a large spa hotel was built, and Misty Peaks became a tourist town.

But like the coal mines the Spa's have been in decline in recent decades as people look for more exotic adventures abroad. There's only one now that's doing good business.

The town has haemorrhaging jobs ever since, it's population cut in half

But a local business man called Don Murray started selling the water as a health supplement in his gym… and it's become very popular…. And he plans to sell it to the world.

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Cindy came back into the restaurant and sat down, pouring herself a coffee from the pot. “Right. I’ve just spoken to my brother Elvis.”

“Elvis?”

“Yeah, I know. My parents were massive fans. Got a dog called Cash and a parakeet called Orbison.”

“That's funny. People called my aunty Asmahan…“ Anisah saw the empty look on a still clearly hungover Cindy. “Asmahan was a famous and very beautiful Syrian singer.”

"Oh…"

"Sorry. Continue."

“Elvis says he knows a few empty lots. He’s going to meet you this afternoon to talk about your budget then show you a few lots you can afford.”

Anisah smiled. She believed her life was back on track.“Fantastic.”

~

A red convertible Dodge pulled into the parking lot and outstepped Elvis. He looked like a typical realtor. An overcooked tan, slicked-back hair, a snazzy suit which screams, don’t trust me, and a set of bright teeth that looks like he sells dental insurance. And of course, like everyone else in this town, he was overly muscular.

Anisah’s eyes flitted south and noticed Elvis’s huge cock-bulge, but immediately darted back north to his annoyingly well-groomed face… even his eyebrows were fucking plucked. “I’m Anisah.”

“Hey. Nice to meet you Anisah, I’m Elvis.” He reached out then lightly shook Anisah’s hand. “Every town needs to move with the times.”

“How do you mean?”

“Every town needs a Muslim. Last year we got our first black couple and this time last week I sold a trailor to a family of Mexicans… We have a full deck of cards now.” Elvis saw Anisah’s awkwardness. “Hell, I’m just playin with yeah, sister.”

Cindy coughed into her hand.”Elvis thinks of himself a parttime comedian." She eye balled Elvis. "...when really he’s just an idiot.”

“Hey, Cindy.”

“You are, Elvis.” Cindy looked at Anisah. “But he’s also hardworking and good at his job.”

Elvis butted in. “I could sell condoms to the pope, rice to an Chinaman, and sand to an Arab.”

“For god sake, Elvis, Anisah is an Arab.” Cindy pointed to Anisah’s headscarf. “Hello, have you seen what she’s wearing?”

“I know, I’m not stupid. Why do you think I’ve got a bag of sand in the trunk.”

Anisah felt she had had enough and walked to the passenger side of the sports car. “Just show the shops, Elvis. No more jokes.”

As the odd couple drove down the main drag of modern looking retail units Elvis explained, “The town is split into three. In the south, you have the old mining town where Cindy and I grew up. Pops was a miner and mom worked in the pit office. Unfortunately, the last mine closed ten years, and to be honest, the district is a little rough with most of the folks there claiming welfare.”

“Sad.”

“I know. But the new mega bottling plant is opening this year, to take advantage of our mineral water. One of the coke giants is behind it. So maybe the future is bright. Who knows?”

“Fingers crossed.”

Elvis continued acting the tour guide “Then there is what we’re driving through now, the town centre. Largely business, banking and a shit load of retail as you can see. Finally, in the north, you’ve got The Lakes which is a touristic region of spa hotels, holiday parks and a new ski resort. Needless to say, that is where the money is.”

“I drove in through the north. It’s beautiful.”

“It is.” Elvis glanced at Anisah.” So, what’s your budget?”

~

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