Muslim for a day

I always been slightly curious about muslim women. When I lived closer to the city I would come across them in hijabs and even a niqab.
Hijab wasn’t the thing that was it, the niqab did it. Fully covered with just those beautiful eyes showing. It is so mysterious, sexy.
Living now in the country I haven’t seen any except on the news.
One day I was home and ordering some things on amazon.
I decided to look into hijab and niqab clothes. Loads of stuff! And cheep!
Maybe I could order up the clothes and go out dressed up as a Muslim. I thought it might be erotic.
I put a few items in my basket. I just couldn’t pull the trigger. Almost $60!
Few days went by.
I looked at everything again. Hijab with vail was black, multi layered with silver accents along the edge.
The dress was the same. Black long gloves too.
I had all the eye makeup. Haha!
I pushed the button.
About a week I would have a complete outfit.
First to arrive was the hijab with vail.
Pulling out of the bag the material was lite, silky.
Not knowing how to put it on, I looked it up on google.
After few trys I walk over and looked in the mirror.
Haha!!
I looked like a character from Star Wars…
Horrible!
It’s the eyes!
I took it off and worked on my eye makeup and tried again.
Better.
I looked Arabic. It was sexy.
Like bondage.
I dropped out of my shorts and laying on my bed imagining being in a harem. What the hell
I rubbed my vag for a awesome orgasm. I could easily breathe through the vail.
When the rest of the stuff arrives, I thought to myself....I’m going out amongst people.
I studied up on a few Arabic words...
Enough maybe to fool anyone. OK – fool anyone who wasn’t Muslim or Arabic. Hell…I’m full of myself sometimes.
The rest of the outfit came. I tried it on as soon as I got home. Look in the mirror I look just like someone in the Middle East. Somehow it was erotic and sexy at the same time…
I thought this weekend I would actually go into my own town dressed up like this. It was Friday and getting up going out to my car before work I noticed and thought about it for a while. Everybody… Everybody knows my car. I am really sure no Muslim has National rifle man stickers and pink pistol stickers on their windows. Now what??
I came upon an idea… I drop my car off at the dealership. It needed quite a few things done anyways. There is a recall. I could “rent“ the car for the weekend. This is getting expensive for a crazy fantasy.
I picked up a volts wagon Jetta and made it to work still on time.
On the way home I stopped off at the store and picked up a new purse with lotta bling to it.
Tomorrow I’ll go into my local café.
In the morning I got dressed. My tits are a disappointing A cup size and have a cone shape to them.
With the several layer top I decided I would just go bra – less. Personally the silky material felt good rubbing against my nipples.
Fully dressed… Eye make up and all the rest I got in my car and drove into town. It wasn’t 9 o’clock Saturday morning and it was already 80°! Sweat I could feel it running down my sides. I wore tights and again I was glad I didn’t have much of anything else under.
I parked right in front. Getting out of the car and walking into the restaurant was the most ridiculous thing ever. I swear I know there was music playing and it couldn’t of been shut off but everyone in the entire place went quiet. I went over and sat down. Not looking up I started looking over the menu and almost started shaking my head when I came to the horrible conclusion. How in the hell was I going to eat anything?
That didn’t matter… All three of the waitresses were behind the counter leaning up against the cook as if a terrorist just walked in and was pointing a gun at everyone. I really started to sweat.
It wasn’t erotic anymore.
There was some whispering no more talking going on. Finally The cook came over and asked me if I needed anything. He use the word ma’am!
All I could think about was… Tea.
He came back with a really smart looking tea set I’ve never seen before. On a platter no less!
I’ve eaten in this restaurant since I was nine years old and never was I serve tea on a platter!
The restaurant went back to normal. It seems after awhile I became invisible. Finishing my tea I left a $10 tip and got the hell out of there.
Returning home I walked out to my pond… Stripped naked on the dock; and went for a swim. It was going to be a really hot day today. Maybe reach 95°. I lounged around the dock for another hour bundled up my costume and headed back to my house naked.
I have to try to do it again I thought. As for it being erotic… Not so much.
It was funny listening to stories about the Muslim woman that visited the restaurant. One guy… even said “I didn’t think she had a bra on“. Why is that the only thing he remembers? Hahaha!
Everyone had a different slightly different version to it.
Of everything, listening to the stories was the best part.