Latifa, the hijabi whore, Pt. I - Sex Stories

Latifa, the hijabi whore, Pt. I

... walked into college, heading to her first lesson of the day, she realised that she was actually running five minutes late. As she headed into the classroom, all the seats appeared to have been taken with the exception of two or three – with a seat free next to Andrew! Andrew normally sat alone – as most of the local population was Pakistani and Muslim, Andrew was seen as an outsider, a kaffir, someone who couldn’t be integrated. As her normal seat was taken, she gratefully took a seat next to Andrew and gave him a sweet, unintentionally sexy smile, which Andrew reciprocated. After some small talk about the weather and how college was going, Latifa began to realise just how attracted she was to him. It was undeniable. Latifa dropped (on purpose) her pen to the floor and bent down to retrieve it. She could almost feel his eyes burning into her behind and was left very satisfied when he looked wide-eyed and flustered when she got back to her seat. She was so satisfied that she let a small, cute grin escape her face. Near towards the end of the lesson, the teacher had just announced a new project on which people with strong ideas about the existence of God were invited to work on, and it would need very determined and dedicated individuals – students may even need to stay up until 8:00PM in college. Naturally, nearly everyone shied out – it was too conspicuous and dangerous for this community. Andrew was the only one who volunteered, maybe this was her opportunity? Latifa ...

... immediately raised her hand. The prospect of being able to express herself properly and working with Andrew was just too much. Andrew gave Latifa a smile as the teacher told them that they were both to meet after college ended, at 7:00PM in the Humanities Centre. All throughout break time, lunch time and her lessons in between, Latifa tried to rehearse absolutely every single thing she was going to do and say – she desperately wanted to impress Andrew. After college finished, she quickly went home to get ready for the meeting. Latifa slowly and carefully applied some subtle make-up. She really didn’t need any make-up at all, but Latifa was especially determined to impress. She also needed to wear some nice clothes. She always wore a hijab and abaya – so what could she do? Such clothing was hardly going to attract someone like Andrew, was it? She frantically scoured her room – looking for any dresses she may have hiding away. She would have to keep her hijab on, but she could at least change her dress. No luck. Just as she was about to give up, she found her abaya from a year or two ago. It was far too small for her, but she tried it on anyway. The dress was extremely tight – really drawing attention to her breasts and her behind. It was so tight she thought it would just rip at the slightest sudden movement. She looked at herself in the mirror. It was the best she could do, and she did admit, wearing such a small abaya really brought out all that her body had to offer. After ...