Hijab Handjob

It was the night before the big day. He had just finished packing for his trip and was saying his goodbyes to his family and friends. He had been planning this journey for months, to a place far away, to a culture he knew nothing about, to explore a religion he had heard so much about but never experienced himself.

He was nervous but excited, ready to experience something completely new. He was ready to come face to face with the mysterious religion of Islam – and its accompanying hijab.

The next day, he arrived at the train station. He was filled with anticipation as he stepped off the train, looking around in wonder and amazement at everything he was seeing. He had heard so much about the culture, but to see it in reality was something else entirely.

The weather was hot and dry, and he felt a tingle of sweat on his skin as he stepped onto the street. He was still adjusting to the new surroundings when he suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder. He whirled around to see a young, dark-skinned woman with a hijab framing her face and her dark eyes shining with warmth and invitation. He felt his heart skip a beat, and he knew immediately that he was in for something special.

The woman smiled and beckoned him with her delicate hand, and he followed her meekly, feeling a sense of curiosity swell inside of him. She took him to a small alleyway, and as they walked down it, he noticed a multitude of brightly coloured doors and intricate curtains. They stopped outside one of the doors, and the woman gestured for him to enter.

He stepped inside, and his eyes widened at the sight before him. The room was small, but the décor was bright and inviting. There were cushions everywhere, and silky fabrics hung from the walls. The woman smiled at him and beckoned him to sit on the pile of cushions in the centre of the room.

He sat down, and she leaned in close, her hijab touching his skin as she whispered, “I’m offering you something special.”

He looked at her quizzically, and she continued, “I’m offering you a Hijab Handjob.”

He felt a sudden surge of excitement, and he nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak. She smiled again and began to explain the process.

“First, I will wrap my hijab around your penis and then I will stroke it gently with my hands, using just the lightest of pressure. I’ll work my way up and down, from the base of your penis to the tip, and when I reach the top, I will circle my fingers around it and play with it, teasing it until you can’t take it any longer.”

He felt his breath catch in his throat as he listened to her words, and he felt himself getting harder. She saw this and smiled, and she continued, “Once I’m finished with the handjob, you’ll be ready to experience something even more special. I’ll slip off my hijab, and I’ll straddle you, rubbing my naked body against yours. I will press my breasts against your chest and lean in to kiss you deeply.”

He felt a throbbing in his loins, and he wanted nothing more than to accept her offer. He nodded his head eagerly, and she smiled as she began.

She started off gently, making sure he was comfortable, and then she began to increase the pressure and speed. As she moved her hands up and down his penis, he felt his excitement grow, and soon he was lost in pleasure. His muscles tensed with anticipation, and before he knew it, he was at the brink of orgasm.

But the woman wasn’t finished yet. She leaned in and kissed him deeply, and then she moved her body against him, rubbing her nipples against his chest. She moved up and down, and back and forth, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.

Finally, just when he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, she smiled, and he felt a wet warmth envelop him. He felt his body shudder with pleasure as his orgasm ripped through him, and he felt his body go limp with pleasure.

The woman smiled at him, and then she stood up, wrapping her hijab around her body again. He lay there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, and then he got up too.

The woman led him back to the street, and before she left, she looked him in the eye and said, “You should come back and experience the Hijab Handjob again some time.”

He nodded, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure as he walked away, and he knew he’d be back soon.