Slept With A Muslim Girl Part 1 (Gaining Her Trust)

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My name is Rajesh. I work in a private company. This story is about my experience with a Muslim girl who grew up in a very orthodox family and had never experienced sex before. She proved me that girls from the Muslim community are better in bed than others.

Usually, women from the Muslim community wear a niqab also called as burkha (it is a black cloth which covers their body from head to feet) which covers their body. But it also hides their fantasies and desires and they build their own world inside those black borders.

They watch more porn than us, research about sex and imagine creative and wild ways of having sex than we can ever imagine.  In public we only notice them pass by and we never give them attention. We give attention to other girls who show their curves. The niqab girls don’t have the freedom to be like them.

But they build a different character behind their black wall, and when you pick her out of that black cloth in the bed, you can truly know what sex is. Their body is a beautiful monument and a rich soul hidden in a black cloth. This girl was one such woman who hid everything behind that black cloth.

Her name was Fathima and was my school friend once upon a time. Instagram connected us later. She had a perfect 30-26-28 body. I had forgotten about her but I saw her profile once on Instagram and started texting her since then. We talked about our personal lives.

She told me how bad it was to be born in a Muslim family. You cannot wear jeans and tops to college like other girls. I have to only wear chudidhar and cover themselves with a niqab all the time. She told me how her father scolded her for coming home late from college.

I consoled her and said we all have our own traditions. The niqab is made for a reason. It’s a tradition that sets you apart from other girls. I compared her with other girls. She looked beautiful, sexy and had a clear face because niqab covered your face and body and protected her from dust and tan. She was not convinced but I made her laugh and blush.

I made her feel safe when she texted. I told her I was very honest to her feelings and hardships and would not share it with others. She began to feel safe and responded to me very honestly. I would feel very sorry for her and wanted to help her out. While we texted, we both knew we had one common desire between us.

We wanted to explore each other and sleep on top of each other again and again. We began sexting over our phone and confessed she imagined me inside her once during the chat and she masturbated. I also admitted that I also fantasized her. I then texted her let’s meet. She didn’t reply for two weeks.

I messaged her saying, I was sorry to ask her out knowing her family was very orthodox. She never replied, so I apologized and kept quiet. One day early in the morning she texted me saying, “Can I trust you?” I told her, “Trust cannot be proved, it is just a mutual understanding, everything that we have texted till date is just between me and you only. Sex is trust; I cannot tell you anything more than this.”

She replied to me telling let’s meet. I told how you will come out of your house. She told me she will tell her dad that she is writing an exam in Mysore (a very close city to Bangalore) on Tuesday. Her college is taking her to write the exam in the college bus and will come back on Tuesday. When her father drops her off to college, she will come out with me.

I told her I will book a hotel in Bangalore and well spend the night there. She replied, “No, not here. We will go to Mysore because her relatives are in Bangalore and could spot her and report to my dad if they see me with you.” I told her nobody can see her, but she didn’t agree.

So I booked a room in Mysore and agreed we’ll go to Mysore by bus. I had bought Zara denim shorts and a crop top as a gift and packed it in my bag. As planned on a fine Monday morning, her dad dropped her to college at 8 am. She had packed her clothes in her college bag and sent her dad home.

She came inside college and walked to the back gate where I was waiting with a cab. This was the first time that I saw her after so many years. We had never met in person but only texted on the phone. She wore a black niqab and could only see her black eyes, popping out like a star.

As she walked towards me I stared at her black eyes and noticed she was in tension that someone would notice her. We greeted and boarded the cab and left for the bus stand. We boarded the bus and left to Mysore. She never spoke a single word with me until we were out of Bangalore.

She relaxed and started to talk. I was staring at her boobs through her niqab on the bus and she too noticed it and teased me by folding her hands below them. It was a 2.5-hour journey from Bangalore to Mysore and we reached the hotel in Mysore by 12 pm. We went inside the room and sat on the bed.

During the entire journey, I always wanted to lift her veil which covered the face and see her beautiful face, but couldn’t because we were on a bus. In the room, with all the excitement I moved my hand towards her veil and tried to lift it. But she caught my hand and pushed my hand down and stared with anger.

Her behavior shocked me. I got up and sat on the sofa beside the bed as I didn’t know why she behaved that way. I was clueless, and she was sitting on the bed looking at the wall in front of her. Then I said, “Fathima what happened? I don’t think what I did was wrong, what happened? Please speak.”

She turned and said, “Can I trust you, this is the first time in my entire life that I am out with a man. I do not want to ruin my life.” I got up and sat next to her and said again, “Trust cannot be proved it is just a mutual understanding.” She had her doubts. So, I took my hands and placed them on her head and told her I have never spoken about you to anyone or would tell anyone about our stay in Mysore.

She was relieved now and she lifted the face veil and showed her face to me. She was a princess, her nose sparkled, her soft silky black hair shined and her eyes looked like the North Star. Her eyebrows made the kajal look beautiful. I couldn’t resist myself admiring her beauty. I pulled her face toward me and kissed her pink lips.

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