Chapter 2 C2

"Jackson," I whispered, "if you get me too excited I will leak through my panties and stain the store's merchandise, and we will have to buy everything!"

"Well, we certainly can't let that happen," he said all too calmly, approaching me with a prowl. In a flash his hands were at my side, pulling down the boyleg panties and my soaked thong underneath it. In the next instant I felt his hand sliding over my glistening folds before two thick fingers were thrust inside of me. I hissed from both shock an appreciation at his touch. My hips started rocking all on their own, gyrating in a circular motion while mounted on his digits. But just as suddenly those invading digits were gone, leaving me pouting from the withdrawal. Jackson intently stared into my eyes as he brought his sticky fingers up to his nose, inhaled deeply, then stuck them into his mouth.

"I can't decide what I want to do to you more, eat you or fuck you," he growled in my ear, his erection pressed into my belly, making me moan.

The sound of new voices entering the store brought me out of my reverie and I froze. It wasn't just the fact that there were other people in the store, it was the specific tenor of the voices that worried me. I told Jackson to go out and see who they were.

"Oh my goodness," I heard Marie exclaim, "do you two have a sister? There's a woman in the back fitting rooms that looks just like you two." I panicked. My heart was beating at a million beats per second.

"We do," I heard my sister Fatemeh's voice reply to Marie, "but she lives in the states and won't be here for another two days," my oldest sister Naseem continued. Fatemeh is the sister closest to me in age, and we have been mistaken for twins in the past.

"Uncanny," I heard Marie say. "Don't they look like your wife?"

"I do see the resemblance," I heard Jackson's voice answer, "but my wife's an only child." I could not help but smile. It was nothing to be proud of but I could not help but marvel at how -- like me -- Jackson knew how to lie with such smooth ease. Growing up in an ultra-religious autocratic theocracy, lying was a matter of survival. The irony was that he was the one person in the world to whom I never had to lie. I knew I was the same for him.

"When she comes out, you will see what I'm talking about," I heard Marie say. Then I heard what I prayed were Jackson's footsteps coming back my way as my sisters explained that they were shopping for a week's worth of honeymoon outfits. A pang of guilt struck me as I knew I should have been with them, laughing together as we shopped and ran errands in final preparations for the wedding. More than feeling guilty I was scared to death. How in the fucking hell was I going to make it out of there without being seen?!

Jackson stepped back into my changing room and saw the look of horror on my face. The stunned smile on his face told me that he recognized that we had a problem. He was also surprised at how quickly I had managed to get dressed.

"Wow! Your sister's kind of cute," he joked trying to bring levity to the situation. It brought back sore childhood memories of when all the boys I liked seemed to only pay attention to her. I wasn't amused. I hit him in his stomach to let him know as much.

"I will scratch your eyes out if you even look her way," I whispered to him, jokingly deadly serious.

"Orkideh," he said softly as he came to embrace me, his own demeanor changing. "You have to know that no one else has ever come close to...," he sighed, gathering his thoughts. "I would have married you, in a heartbeat. I was ready to spend my life with you." He was letting me know in no uncertain terms that his eyes would have been only for me had I not walked away. I felt doubly shitty.

As was becoming common, Jackson had a plan to save my ass.

"There's a service entry door just to the right back here. I'm betting it leads to the delivery alley out back," he explained, picking up some the lingerie I had been trying on. "I'm gonna go buy one of these. While I have Marie distracted at the register you need to sneak out the back. We have to go quickly, though. If your sisters come back here and start trying things on, we are going to be stuck in here for a while."

"Which ones are you going to purchase?" I inquired. Jackson inspected the crotch of the boyleg panties he had in his hand then put them to his nose.

"Definitely this one," he said with a grunt. I turned red with embarrassment. Through trial and error he found one more that was no longer clean. "Hand me the rest of them so I can take them up to the front, lest she think you are back here stuffing them in your purse or something."

"Why would she think that?" I asked perplexed.

"The back door has an alarm on it and it might go off. Don't panic if it does, just walk calmly and briskly away."

"I can do this, remember?" I assured him. "New York, our hotel, the taxi, the police?"

"I was so impressed with you that day," he smiled.

"Good, so you know that I've got this. Now go, before they come back here!"

"Ok, ok. Just give me two minutes. Wait until you hear me say, 'thank you very much for all of your help' and that will let you know I've completed the purchase. That way if the alarm does go off I can just skip out the front quickly."

"Alright," I said, giving him a quick kiss. "Meet me at the Starbucks around the corner -- I'll be there in ten minutes." He agreed and left to put our plan in motion.

As luck would have it, the alarm did go off. I walked calmly out of the building as if nothing was happening. I heard a meek voice call out "hey!" just as I turned the corner and I quickly immersed myself in a crowd of people walking by. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I was a nervous wreck sitting in the Starbucks waiting for Jackson to arrive but no one would know it from just looking at me.

I usually love coffee but it was the last thing I needed just then. When Jackson finally came through the door I hugged him tightly before dragging him to a bar I had spotted across the street along the way. The bartender looked shocked when I walked up to him and ordered three shots of Knob Creek: one for Jackson and two for me. The bartender looked doubly shocked when I downed them immediately. I guess he had never seen a woman wearing a hijab walk into a bar and order straight bourbon before. It was turning out to be a weekend of many firsts for me.

The experience left me jarred. I just wanted to get away, to be someplace where I wasn't under anyone else's scrutiny. Instead, Jackson and I just made a beeline back to our hotel. It was a nice sanctuary but I was starting to feel claustrophobic spending all of our time in there.

--------------- Jackson ----------------

At some point in the middle of the night/early morning, the raw power of a dream I was having about Orkideh woke me up. Upon stirring, I discovered why the dream had been so potent. Tangled up in each other, my senses were filled with her in every way. We were spooning. My face was buried in her hair and I had been breathing in her scent for a while. I had one arm snaked under her armpit with my hand pressed into her midsection, holding her close to me. My other arm was draped over her, cupping her breast in my palm. We slept naked and I could feel her soft skin pressed into me all the way down to my shins. The most erotic thing was that I had a raging erection, nestled tightly in the crack of her ass. When I stirred my hips were grinding into her of their own volition. I moaned, feeling the comforting warmth of her cleft.

My stirring elicited her own rupture from sleep, and she groggily inquired as to what I was doing awake. In response I slid my erection almost out of the valley between her cheeks and then pressed it back into her, planting a kiss to the top of her head. She groaned, but I couldn't tell if it was one of arousal or frustration at being awakened.

"I would think after last night that you would need a good ten hours of sleep to recover," she replied, pushing her ass back to meet me.

"Normally you'd be right, but it was the force of my dream that woke me up."

"Ooh," she cooed, as if I had a naughty secret. "Tell me about the dream."

"I don't know if I can," I hesitated.

"Were you dreaming of someone else?" she demanded. I could feel her body tense up as she prepared to pull herself out of my embrace.

"No, my love," I told her, holding her tight and raining more kisses down on top of her head. "Of course it was with you."

"Then tell me," she pleaded, relaxing back into me. She used her cheeks to squeeze and hug my erection for added incentive.

"Well," I hesitated further, trying to find my words through the fog of raw lust that was still clouding my brain. "We were making love... but not in the conventional way." My dick swelled in her cleft with just the thought of what I was about to share with her. She inhaled suddenly at the sensation, then pressed her backside into me even more.