UNDERNEATH THE HIJAB PART 1
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I’m a big fan of women that are taboo.
They represent a conquest,
a challenge, an accomplishment that you
can secretly smile to
yourself about.
There’s something exciting about pretty
girls who wear (long)
hijabs. They give you only a glimpse of
their beauty leaving your
mind to wonder what lies beneath the
surface. Sometimes beneath
the luster of the silky fabric, you can see
the outline of enormous
breasts. That drives me over the edge and I
start to fantasize
about what it would be like to experience
them in bed.
The first girlfriend I had during my
undergraduate days was one of
them. Nobody thought I would succeed
with her. Her name was
Zainab and she was a devout muslim. I
mean she didn’t shake
hands with boys, she never showed her
hair and she never missed
her fasting and prayers. We took some
classes together and
occasionally, we worked on some
assignments together. I was
friends with her for two years before I
actually let her know how I
felt about her. She was one person I
thought I would be last with
all the way to the end. She had grown
comfortable with me and we
had become inseparable on campus. We
never had any time alone
together because we both lived with our
parents at the time.
However I had an office as a student since
I worked part time. One
Saturday, we found ourselves in the office.
Alone. Together. For
the first time. It was like being 13 again.
I knew she had never been with a man
before or even had a
boyfriend. She had never been kissed or
touched or held before.
Completely innocent. We were sitting in the
office working on a
programming assignment together. When
we were done, we
starting talking about her innocence and
why she had chosen to
live the way she did. Before long I was able
to convince her that
she wouldn’t burst into flames if I held her
hand. It took some
patience on my part but eventually she
became comfortable
holding me. My hands moved to her thighs
and with some
resistance, she starting asking what I was
doing. I told her to relax
and I reassured her that I would be gentle.
I caressed her thighs
gently, running my hands over the tights
she had beneath her outer
garment. She felt so good and considering
that it was my first time
with her, I reveled in the moment. I could
tell that she enjoyed it
even though she kept telling me to stop.
As I loosened up her
garment, I caught my first glimpse of what
her bre.asts looked like.
They were big but not huge. A small D I
think. My hands wandered
from her thighs to cup them but she was
having none of it. She
covered them across with her left hand still
asking what I was
doing. And once again I had to reassure
her that if she didn’t like it
after I started, I would stop instantly. She
resisted but eventually I
had my palm on her top, gently caressing
one of her breasts. It
was an amazing feel. “Who’s teaching you
all this?”, she asked as
I leaned in to kiss the little cleavage she
had exposed. I could
sense that her words were slurred because
of what she was
experiencing. My hands wandered through
the open part of her
low cut top to feel her actual Bosom. Skin-
to-skin. I enjoyed
playing “find the Tip” with her Bosom as I
searched frantically
for what seemed like forever inside her bra.
I raised her top
eventually, enough to access her bra. And
without taking it off
completely, I had both breasts out. They
were much lighter in
complexion than her face and the sight of
them was entrancing.
Soon I was gently suckling them and I
could feel her hands on my
hair, caressing my head as I sucked, licked
and kissed her
Tips. I tried in vain to stuff as much of her
breasts as I could
into my mouth but they were too big.
“Where did you learn this?”,
she asked again. “You’re a bad boy.” This
time, she had no
resistance left. I took my time to explore
her bre.asts with my
fingers and my tongue. They kept me busy
for ages and as my
erection grew harder and harder, I could
feel pre-Pour leaking onto
my boxers. I didn’t want anything more. I
wanted her to be
comfortable first before we went any
further. Soon she was
directing me. Lick the other one. Come
back to this one. In my
mind, conquering Rome wouldn’t have been
as satisfying. I had
broken down the first barrier. And they said
I wouldn’t succeed. I
wish they could see me now.

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UNDERNEATH THE HIJAB PART 1
.
I’m a big fan of women that are taboo.
They represent a conquest,
a challenge, an accomplishment that you
can secretly smile to
yourself about.
There’s something exciting about pretty
girls who wear (long)
hijabs. They give you only a glimpse of
their beauty leaving your
mind to wonder what lies beneath the
surface. Sometimes beneath
the luster of the silky fabric, you can see
the outline of enormous
breasts. That drives me over the edge and I
start to fantasize
about what it would be like to experience
them in bed.
The first girlfriend I had during my
undergraduate days was one of
them. Nobody thought I would succeed
with her. Her name was
Zainab and she was a devout muslim. I
mean she didn’t shake
hands with boys, she never showed her
hair and she never missed
her fasting and prayers. We took some
classes together and
occasionally, we worked on some
assignments together. I was
friends with her for two years before I
actually let her know how I
felt about her. She was one person I
thought I would be last with
all the way to the end. She had grown
comfortable with me and we
had become inseparable on campus. We
never had any time alone
together because we both lived with our
parents at the time.
However I had an office as a student since
I worked part time. One
Saturday, we found ourselves in the office.
Alone. Together. For
the first time. It was like being 13 again.
I knew she had never been with a man
before or even had a
boyfriend. She had never been kissed or
touched or held before.
Completely innocent. We were sitting in the
office working on a
programming assignment together. When
we were done, we
starting talking about her innocence and
why she had chosen to
live the way she did. Before long I was able
to convince her that
she wouldn’t burst into flames if I held her
hand. It took some
patience on my part but eventually she
became comfortable
holding me. My hands moved to her thighs
and with some
resistance, she starting asking what I was
doing. I told her to relax
and I reassured her that I would be gentle.
I caressed her thighs
gently, running my hands over the tights
she had beneath her outer
garment. She felt so good and considering
that it was my first time
with her, I reveled in the moment. I could
tell that she enjoyed it
even though she kept telling me to stop.
As I loosened up her
garment, I caught my first glimpse of what
her bre.asts looked like.
They were big but not huge. A small D I
think. My hands wandered
from her thighs to cup them but she was
having none of it. She
covered them across with her left hand still
asking what I was
doing. And once again I had to reassure
her that if she didn’t like it
after I started, I would stop instantly. She
resisted but eventually I
had my palm on her top, gently caressing
one of her breasts. It
was an amazing feel. “Who’s teaching you
all this?”, she asked as
I leaned in to kiss the little cleavage she
had exposed. I could
sense that her words were slurred because
of what she was
experiencing. My hands wandered through
the open part of her
low cut top to feel her actual Bosom. Skin-
to-skin. I enjoyed
playing “find the Tip” with her Bosom as I
searched frantically
for what seemed like forever inside her bra.
I raised her top
eventually, enough to access her bra. And
without taking it off
completely, I had both breasts out. They
were much lighter in
complexion than her face and the sight of
them was entrancing.
Soon I was gently suckling them and I
could feel her hands on my
hair, caressing my head as I sucked, licked
and kissed her
Tips. I tried in vain to stuff as much of her
breasts as I could
into my mouth but they were too big.
“Where did you learn this?”,
she asked again. “You’re a bad boy.” This
time, she had no
resistance left. I took my time to explore
her bre.asts with my
fingers and my tongue. They kept me busy
for ages and as my
erection grew harder and harder, I could
feel pre-Pour leaking onto
my boxers. I didn’t want anything more. I
wanted her to be
comfortable first before we went any
further. Soon she was
directing me. Lick the other one. Come
back to this one. In my
mind, conquering Rome wouldn’t have been
as satisfying. I had
broken down the first barrier. And they said
I wouldn’t succeed. I
wish they could see me now.

.


Click on the link below to continue reading

www.naijanoisemakers.com.ng/2017/05/18/underneath-hijab-part-1/

This ya story resemble mine very well wallahi - in my case the babe no let me be long after we parted ways. We had to hook back up!

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