and ready for a great day tomorrow.”
He wheeled her enormous suitcase into the guest room, and Danny flopped across the bed, still in her day clothes and too tired to change into pajamas. Her father tucked an extra blanket around her, kissed her forehead, and turned out the light as he left the room. She was asleep by the time he closed the door behind him.
At some point during the night, Dani woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. For a moment she didn’t know where she was, but when she heard the muffled sounds of her dad watching CNN in the living room, she remembered. He had always had insomnia, and he used to tell her that he watched the news because it was the thing most likely to put him to sleep. Reassured by the familiar sounds of her father’s nightly routine, she relaxed and began to drift off. In a state that was somewhere between waking and sleeping, she pictured the Middle Eastern soldier from the guard booth leaning over her. As she imagined his lips brushing hers, she lifted her hips from the bed and peeled off her sundress. Even in her exhaustion, her body was buzzing with desire.
At eighteen, Dani was still a virgin. In fact, she had never gone further than kissing a boy. She had been so focused on school and getting good grades, she had made a pact with herself not to have sex until she got to college. She had succeeded, largely in part due to frequent masturbation sessions. She loved exploring her body and finding new ways of pleasuring herself.
She closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild. The scenes in her head played out like a movie. She sighed as the soldier slowly pulled off his t-shirt, revealing washboard abs rippling under his gleaming olive skin, squeezing and stroking her pert, pink nipples. As his fatigues hit the floor and he stepped out of his boxer-briefs, she pictured his cock growing hard as he gazed at her. She squeezed her breasts together, imagining that she was wrapping them around his impressive girth, and the heat of his flesh felt delicious as he plunged himself into her cleavage.
She rolled onto her belly and thrust a pillow between her legs, and suddenly she was riding him. She traced the slit of her womanhood with her index finger, gliding the slick wetness of her desire across her engorged clit. As she imagined the soldier’s throbbing phallus pressing into the tight confines of her pussy, she began to rub herself in earnest. She bit her lip to suppress a groan as she squeezed her thighs against the pillow, feeling the soldier buck and thrust beneath her. Her hand was moving furiously, and the familiar thrills of pleasure were building. The tension in her body was like a mounting wave of water being held back by a dam. At long last, the water won, crashing through the wall, and she was swept away in a tsunami of release as the orgasm peaked.
With her pussy still pulsing with the aftershocks of the seismic orgasm, Dani curled up with her pillow, a dreamy smile playing at the corner of her lips. She wondered what her first time would be like. Would it really feel like this? Would it be soon? Or maybe it was still going to be quite some time? And what guy would she choose to give her virginity? These were questions she loved to ponder, and she played with possible scenarios until she had drifted into a deep sleep.
Chapter 2
When Dani finally woke up, she found her father in the kitchen, whipping up an enormous batch of banana, chocolate chip pancakes. They had been her childhood favorite. She was touched that her dad had remembered. She dug into the steaming stack he placed in front of her with gusto. “Mmmm, my favorite!”
“Well, eat up. As soon as you’re ready, we should get out of here. Let’s make a day of it, princess! I’m going to take you shopping, Middle Eastern style. You’re going to love the bazaars. They’re wild.”
The pair spent the entire day together, haggling with sellers over everything from souvenirs to fruit, and eating the