Yesterday all my papers and money have been stolen and this is how my naked adventure began. I am on holidays on this big and paradisiacal Mediterranean island since a month and I had planned to leave tomorrow after spending hours swimming and sunning on the beaches around here. But now, with no passport and airplane ticket and worse, without being able to pay my hotel bill, my choice is alas very simple: being thrown into jail in this beautiful but archaic country, with all the fears and dangers it means for a girl, or find a way to quickly calm down my innkeeper.
He is a tall impressive, very handsome and attractive oriental man. But he is at the moment only a man who wants to be paid. I am facing him as a little girl who has made a horrible fault and I don't know how to make him trust me, to let him give me some time to be able to pay him. He is not even listening to me; his angry face is just scary. I tell him that I could work as a waitress until I would receive money from relatives or friends but he is like a wall. He just answers me that he prefers to call the police. I beg him not to do it, I cry, but he doesn't care either.
"Please, Sir, tell me what I can do for you to avoid jail, I am ready to do... anything you want."
With a smile, the first one, he explains me that with the body I have I could pay my bill very easily. I look at him, scared, shocked. Does he mean making love with him? He is very handsome and I have been attracted to him since the first day I have seen him. But if I would have accepted it for pleasure before, no way to do it for… money, this is so… disgusting.
Seeing the expression on my face, he understands what I feel: "No, no, it's not what you are thinking", he smiles at me again, "You will just have to dance in my tavern at night for a week or two."
I am relieved: "Oh, that's all? Then no problem, Sir! I love so much to dance!"
He looks at me with a huge smile now and adds: "Naked."
I blush deeply. Of course all the month I have sunned topless on the beach and even naked in little coves. He had seen me naked one day from his boat and, when back at the hotel in the evening, he told me how gorgeous my body was. I was so embarrassed that I quickly escaped upstairs to my room. I can see now, at the way he is looking at my breasts, that he still remembers that day very well.
"Look, I know that being naked is not a problem for you. You could earn a lot of money, I even promise you a 50% tip on all drinks each time you will dance."
"But Sir, being naked on a beach has nothing to see with dancing naked in a tavern… I am not… a slut."
"Nobody is asking you to make love with customers, just dancing, belly dancing. And you must know that belly dancers are great artists for us, not sluts. None of my customers would dare to touch a belly dancer or tell her dirty words like in your country. People here are full of respect for artists. Just know that our most famous belly dancers are earning more money than ministers and you will understand what belly dance means for us."
I know he tells me the truth by hearing the passion in his words, but I simply cannot imagine swaying my hips and breasts, naked in front of a men's crowd. I will never be able to do such a thing. I don't know what to do, how to answer him. But what is my choice: Jail or nude dancing? Both are awful. I am lost. I try again to convince him to give me some more time to pay him.
"Please, Sir, I don't even know how to dance that type of dance. And even if you have seen me naked in the cove, I would never dare to do it… among a crowd of men." Again I am deep red, I cannot look at him in the eyes and mine are full of tears.
He is a little more human now, he tells me kindly that I can give him my answer tomorrow afternoon. Like that I will still have some more time to find a solution to pay him.
This was yesterday, it's already four o'clock and I have to give him my answer now. Alas, after many unsuccessful phone calls, I now know that I have no other solution than to accept his naked belly dancing offer as nobody I know is able to help me quickly enough.
Belly dancing nude. I am just scared at the idea of it.
I have seen Fatima, one of the tavern belly dancers, doing it last week. I was amazed by the way she used the power of her body to excite men in the tavern, acting as a goddess in front of her worshipers. At a moment she came to my table and danced just for me, swaying her hips as if she was making love to me, eyes into eyes. I remember how aroused, even if I am not bi or lesbian, I was after she left me for another table. She was wearing transparent veils and jewels, a heavy perfume was floating around her. I close my eyes and imagine what it would have been if she had been fully naked. I know that I have no other solution than to accept my innkeeper offer, to dance as Fatima but without veils. Anyway it will always be better than taking the risk of being raped in one of this country's jails.
I go down the stairs. He is waiting for me, sat in one of the big armchairs of the hotel lobby hall.
"Yes, I will do it." I tell him quickly and nearly voiceless.
Ahmed, the innkeeper, is showing me all his teeth in a huge smile. "Good, then I will ask Fatima to teach you belly dancing, she is very talented, you will see."
I am now with Fatima. I am fully naked in front of her as she told me it would be easier for me to learn with her in the nude as I would have to do it this way for Ahmed's clients. She tells me that she did it also sometimes but in front of very private audiences. I ask her how it is to belly dance naked. She blushes. Very arousing is her only answer.
I am just wearing a hip belt, bracelets and necklaces. Fatima has reddened my nipples as my lips. Jasmine flowers in my hair, perfumed oil all along my body and a heavy oriental perfume has changed the fair hair white skin girl into an oriental sexy belly dancer.
She is teaching me the dance principles. Four hours later, exhausted but happy, I begin to feel the rhythm of the music, to move with it. The rebaba and the tabla drums beat into my veins while clasping my hands over my head, my pelvis gyrating in constant smooth but powerful sensual movements.
Fatima is dancing with me, she is also naked now. To better teach me, she is against my back, her hands on my hips, pressing her whole body on my back to make me better feel the movements to do, to makes me feel the rhythm of the belly dance, to make me gyrate my pelvis in rhythm with hers.
But after some time, her movements are changing, it's like if she is making love to me, pressing, brushing my buttocks sensually with her pussy. Her hands are more precise now, going up and down along my hips, down under my belly, up to my breasts.
I let her do, inebriated by the dance, the music, inebriated by her heavy perfume. I am so despaired, I need so much love, I need so much somebody to love me, somebody to take care of me, to help me to face that difficult moment. I need to wipe off my mind the fears and dangers that are still facing me.
We are both sweating hard now. Our nude bodies are glistening, sliding against each other. I can feel Fatima caressing, brushing her breasts on my back while I press a little more my bottom against her belly and thighs. Oh it's so erotic, so sensual. We are as a single body, Fatima is caressing delicately my breasts, pinching slightly my nipples with a hand while her other hand is wandering all along my pussy, her fingers sliding between my pussy lips. She is making love to me like a man, with so much strength now. I feel taken, she pushes on my buttocks as a man pounding his sex deeply into me, slapping her belly and thighs as if she had balls. I feel as if penetrated by a real sex, we are moaning together, throbbing together with each slam, with each pounding. My thighs are wide open now and my pelvis is gyrating to better feel Fatima's fingers between my pussy lips, inside me, pressing my clit against her palm. I am so wet, so horny. A long, deep shout and I fall on my back into Fatima's soft and silky arms.
I have never made love with a woman before this day. I don't even know if I can call what we did, love between women, as she was acting as a real man with me and I even felt her as my man. I just know that I had a wonderful, long and deep orgasm as never before, as strong as if I had been penetrated by a huge, firm long and smooth male sex. I can feel the same fire between my thighs, the same pleasure inside my pussy.
We are both lying on the floor. I am still into Fatima's arms, she caresses me and kisses my cheeks as if I was her child. I cuddle in heaven against her warm body. She is my mother, my man, my love. I need her love, I need her strength. I am so lonely here. She is my sole safe harbour.
After five days of practising belly dancing, of love, Fatima tells me that I am now ready for tonight. She is quite surprised by my ease at dancing the belly dance. She says that she is sure that I will have a great success, that I could be a professional belly dancer without any problem. She wants to call Ahmed to let him see how I am able to dance but I beg her not to do it. I am still afraid by him.
"Don't be scared by him, sister, he is not a bad guy and he never tried to make love to me. He prefers to earn a lot of money with my belly dances than to risk to see me leaving him for another boss."
Fatima has called me her "sister". I am moved. We are so different, culture, religion, country, education… but in this moment we are really like sisters in a men's world. I thank her for calling me her sister and I cry.
We are in the bathtub together. I never thought women's breasts could be so smooth, so soft, and so silky. Of course I know how mine are but soaping another woman's breasts with my palms is something much different. I better understand why men love our breasts so much. Embraced, I melt into Fatima's arms, I let her magical hands touch me all over my body, grasp my breasts, grasp my pussy, I open myself to her without any restraint, moaning in ecstasy until the waves of a new orgasm rush deeply inside me, all along my spine.
Fatima is drying my body with love while I can hear the noise of the water boiling for our tea. Naked among cushions, drinking tea, eating pastries, I feel like a concubine in a harem. Fatima's concubine as I still see her as a man each time she makes love to me. I tell Fatima how wonderful her expert hands are. She smiles and explains me that in her country women are often making love between them, men can be so careless with them here. Fatima thinks that only women are able to give real love to their sisters. She also tells me that, because of her belly dancing job and her love for women, she is not married and does not want to be.
Night has fallen down now. It's time for my naked performance. Fatima has convinced Ahmed that I could wear transparent veils for my first night. Barefoot, wearing seven diaphanous veils without any underwear, a hip belt with fringes, ringing bracelets and metal necklaces, finger cymbals, I open the curtain leading to the main room of the tavern. The music is giving me its rhythm while my heart is beating hard. I think I will never be able to do it, I want to escape.
Ahmed is in front of me, clapping his hands over his head, smiling me, other men are joining him to encourage me. Fatima is there too. She gives me a glass of white strong alcohol, I drink it completely. I feel better. Fatima is dancing in front of me to help me to get the rhythm, she looks at me, eyes in eyes, she tells me she loves me, she tells me how beautiful I am, she tells me that I am the Queen of this night. Men are looking at me with envy, a fair hair half naked pink skin girl will dance for them. A dream for all of them, used to see only dark hair and brown mate skin women.
As Salome, I glide barefoot onto the floor, my arms floating above my long fair hair, my red-painted fingers flickering like snakes' tongues in the smoke-filled air. The effects of the alcohol, Fatima's love, the ragging music, I begin to relax. I dance, I am intoxicated by the music, I dance, intoxicated by the alcohol, I dance, turning on myself, I dance, I forget all, I dance, I am a goddess, I dance, they are all clapping their hands now like in adoration for me. I dance, I am dancing and dancing as Fatima taught me, with whole my body not just with my belly, undulating my hips. My body gyrates, gyrates, shakes, shakes and rolls, rolls, I move my shoulders in rhythm with my pelvis. How erotic and sensual it is.
Hip circles, hip slides, rib circles, shoulder shimmy, snake arms and hands, one hip, then the other, circles forward, accelerating into thrusts so violent and impudent. I am the Queen of the night. I am love, I am all desire, all my fears have gone. I feel so much a woman, I love that dance, I am the dance. One by one while dancing, turning, undulating, I have taken off all my veils, I am completely nude now and without any shame, proud of my body, I show them my bare skin, my bare pussy.
Fatima has given me a long red cane; it reminds me of when I was a majorette. I swing it over my head, balancing it on my left breast, left hip and the curve of my round buttocks, same now on my right breast, right hip and my buttocks again. I dare to roll now the cane up and down over my pussy, then I arch my back underneath, finally balancing it over my belly button for a series of suggestive lifts performing a fertility rite so near masturbation.
The Oriental music gives me goose pimples. The musicians are in trances now, the rhythm of the music is faster, the speed of my movements is impressive. Rippling of my body, rocking of my nude pussy, love, desire, voluptuousness and wildness of the dance, I am in trances, I dance, I turn, hands over my head, my breasts swaying wildly and offered without shame in full view.
Suddenly I slow it all down, I am just a sensuous beast, I am on my knees, thighs opened while arched back on my arms, head down on the floor. I offer them my belly and breasts, my belly is doing the dancing alone now, it's the only part of my body moving, moving as an animal, breathing up and down, a so sensual belly with its own life, everyone in the room is fixated on that part of my naked offered flesh. It is so erotic, I feel myself so aroused that all my belly movements are like if I was making love with it. There is a huge silence now, I can hear their breaths, eyes closed, body opened, I am Scheherazade, Salome and all the courtesans at a time.
