As friends are aware I am in the UAE as executive head  of an American multinational . I stay at Al Bateen Marina, which is a string of flats facing a wharf. In the last 2 years I have built up a fair amount of friends, some of who are Arabs. One of  my friends is a sheikh and he owns a luxury yacht. In fact its a power boat and is usually anchored in the wharf and visible from the balcony of my flat.

Last Sunday, my friend rang me up and invited me for a ride with him in his powerboat in the Arabian sea. I had a good mind to say no, but my friend also announced grandly that he had invited 3 girls as well. That did the trick and I agreed to go on the   cruise. However the friend informed me that it would be windy and the sea could get a little choppy, but there was no cause for worry.

We set course early morning at about 8 in the morning. There were 3 girls along. One was an American and the other 2 were Arabs replete with burkha. I was introduced to all three who were greatly thrilled to be in the company of a man who had flown supersonics. There was plenty of food and drink stocked and as we sailed,  we ate a lovely breakfast , sitting on the deck. there were 2 helpers who helped with all the chores.

As we sat the wind began to blow and the American girl removed her dress and revealed a bikini underneath. She was a sailor and been often on sea cruises.Then something happened, that brought out the voyeur in me. The strong wind lifted the loose burkha  up and one was witness to a set of lovely legs. The beauty was that the one Muslim women had worn only a  bikinis, while the other had a swim suit under the burkha. I cannot tell whether this was by design or planning.

Repeatedly as the wind blew, the burkhas went up and up to a lot of laughter as well.  I must say Arab girls have excellent , fair and sculptured legs. Perhaps the Yacht and the open sea helped them get over their cloistered world, with the permission and encouragement from  the host .

We had lunch as well and now I wanted to get back , legs or no legs as I had a churning in my belly due to the waves and tossing of the power boat..  The Sheikh retired in his chamber after lunch with the American and I had 2 lovely Arab girls to relate tales of my flying days. this had an effect and the churning left my stomach.Well, it had to end and we docked at 5 in the evening and promised to meet again. I invited the Arab girls who were students in London and had come to meet their parents to come to India as my guests. That's that, I went home and slept like a log.

Photo of power boat visible from my flat moored by me.