Zara swallowed again, remembering the soft touch of the woman’s silky flesh and the cries of pleasure that she brought from
her. It looked like she wanted a rematch. Resolutely, the captain turned her mind to Gabrielle and the infinite pleasures they
had shared all that afternoon. “She may not be able to return my love, but I will not betray her,” she thought firmly. Yet, the
Moroccan did not take her eyes from the dancer.
Without warning, the scarf around the dancer’s waist flew from her and floated away, revealing a much smaller piece of green
material that was so thin as to be almost invisible. The audience groaned collectively as she spun on, to land on her knees
directly in front of the Moroccan captain. Zara’s mouth suddenly went dry as the dancer bent far back over, bowing her
back until her covered head touched the floor as her arms weaved in serpentine patterns above her and her hips moved back
and forth against the thin material. The dark haired woman gulped and attempted to avert her eyes but found herself drawn
back to the dancer’s graceful moves.
The performer came to her shapely feet with a sinuous rush and began spiraling around and around in front of the captain.
Then suddenly the silk scarf whipped down over Zara’s head and the silken material rustled as it twined sensuously around
her neck. The Moroccan smelled jasmine perfume coming from it and shivered as she felt herself becoming aroused. “Where
is Gabrielle?” she wondered anxiously, looking around past the material as she felt a deep flush beginning and her heart beat
rapidly in time with the stimulating music.
The dancer spun away, leaving the silken scarf around Zara’s neck while she suddenly released the large veil from around her
chest revealing a much smaller veil clinging to her breasts. The material looked like green mist and the shadows of her curving
breasts and straining nipples were almost, but not quite fully revealed. The audience let out an appreciative gasp at the
revelation.
Zara was as shocked as the rest of the crowd when the large veil came off of the small dancer’s shoulders and abdomen with
a silken snap, but for a quite different reason. When she saw the pale white sculptured abs with the birthmark on the right
side, her mouth hung open and her mind almost shut down with the shock. Surely that was the small mole she had kissed so
many times as her tongue tickled down to her lover’s navel and beyond during that long afternoon they had just spent
together.
“Guh-Gabrielle?” She choked, her mind refusing to believe. Then the dancer spun about showing her now nearly naked
back to the captain. Under the all but nonexistent material covering her breasts and hooked behind her, the sinuous shape of
the blonde’s dragon tattoo was revealed winding down her back. Zara’s eyes shot to Arjun, her expression full of
consternation.
The feminine man had a cat like expression of mischievous joy on his face as he tried to watch everything and everyone in the
room at once. His eyes darted from the small dancer, to Zara, to Shikha, to the Sultan, to Daruka, to Isa, to Abu and
beyond. He spared his best friend a quick grin and then continued watching Gabrielle dancing and everyone else. The
combined shock and titillation of the audience filled the prince with amusement.
As Gabrielle danced back to Zara, her green eyes held amusement and allure. Bending and spinning her body, her eyes never
wavered from the startled captain’s face as she grasped the long silken scarf still wrapped around her lover. As the music of
the zurnas wailed and the tamburas thumped in a staccato rhythm, the blonde backed up pulling the silken material flowing
down over the Moroccan’s face.
The captain smelled the heady jasmine scent as the kerchief rustled across her skin and found herself becoming more aroused
than she could have believed. As the scarf whipped away, the blonde’s small hands tugged gently at hers, pulling the larger
woman irresistibly to her feet and onto the floor. As the music pounded faster and faster, the small woman spun around and
around the Moroccan captain, touching her lightly, brushing against her, darting forward and back, her arms weaving and
shimmying her exquisite belly all at the same time.
Just when Zara thought she could stand no more, the blonde made quick, graceful moves. The perspiration on her lovely
tattooed back was visible under the diffused light. The audience groaned as she swayed, their eyes moving to the dance of
the silken material as it moved back and forth, each move tantalizing in its slight revelations of the Greek’s body. Gabrielle’s
eyes were shining with excitement as she danced and the dark haired woman was so filled with desire that she could barely
breathe through the pounding blood in her brain. She almost reached to take her lover then and there as the music thundered
louder and louder.
The music was coming to an energetic climax and the blonde caught the captain’s eye, then ran towards her. Several feet
away, she leaped into the air at Zara, who caught her with little trouble. The blonde wrapped her muscular legs around the
tall captain’s waist and locked her ankles together behind her back. The Moroccan spun around with the momentum of the
smaller woman’s landing in her arms but managed to stay on her feet as she was engulfed with the combined steamy
fragrances of jasmine and the heated body of her lover. On the very last beat of the music Gabrielle’s arms went around the
spinning captain’s shoulders as the taller woman came to a stop.
There was dead silence following the end of the music, then the stunned audience broke into a massive applause of stamping
feet, yodeling and shouts of acclaim for the performance. Gabrielle’s veiled breasts were pressed firmly against Zara’s shirt.
The blonde pulled back her covered head to look into her lover’s face. The green eyes sparkled at her from behind the veil
and her warm breath puffed the material in and out.
“Hi, there…” she said in a throaty voice, her eyes fixed on the Moroccan’s. “You were right on cue. It could have been bad
if you hadn’t caught me, but I had faith in you.”
Before the breathless captain could speak, the petite woman flicked up the bottom of the veil with one hand and fastened her
mouth to the taller woman’s. Her tongue demanded instant entrance and the captain opened her mouth as the Amazon’s
sweet wetness swooped inside for long moments while the crowd continued to yodel and stamp their approval. Their slight
movement caused the final veil to fall loose, the single piece falling between them. Feeling this, Gabrielle pulled away slightly
as she tried to fasten the top veil, while also holding fast to Zara. When it seemed impossible, Gabrielle only shrugged as she
smiled at the Moroccan.
“I think I have a bit of a problem,” the Greek woman smiled as she kept herself pressed against Zara’s chest.
“I would offer to help, except I seem to have my hands full at the moment,” Zara smiled mischievously. With only a shake of
her head, Gabrielle pulled the taller woman’s head down for another kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths and
their lips delighted in the other’s softness.
At last Gabrielle pulled back and looked into the Moroccan’s gaze. Her green eyes were sparkling with humor and
excitement. “Were you surprised?” She was smiling beneath the veil and her eyes crinkled.
“Yes, it was… quite a surprise,” Zara said with a slight shiver.
Gabrielle gazed at her lover and her face turned serious. “Was it pleasing to you?”
“You have no idea.” Zara’s words were a sigh of delight.
“Oh, I think that I may,” the petite woman smirked when she gazed into the taller woman’s blue, passion filled eyes.
“Ahem. So, how are you going to get your clothing back on?” The captain asked as she looked at the various pieces of the
blonde’s costume strewn over the floor and at the still applauding crowd. “It is a little public here and the party is not yet
over.”
“Oh, we’re done with the party, but the dance isn’t over quite yet,” Gabrielle purred. “There’s a second part of this dance to
come... a private part…” Her voice turned throaty.
“There is?” Zara felt a tremor of excitement race through her.
“Yessss,” the small woman grinned as she felt the shiver run through her lover. Her breath puffed out the veil again. “We
need to get back to our room for this part of the dance.” She nuzzled the taller woman’s neck. “To do so, we need to make
an exit. If you would be so kind?” She flicked her eyes to the entrance.
“Allow me to be your beast of burden for this task,” Zara whispered and began walking towards the doors easily carrying the
smaller woman wrapped around her.
“Ah, but you have no idea of the strenuous toil that awaits you,” said the blonde with a leer.
“Oh, I think that I may…” the captain grinned as she carried the small woman away from the open dance floor. “In any case,
I have always loved surprises…”
