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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Heat of Kalua Lampur by Sejong1446 (sejong1446@yahoo.ca) *** Re-united lovers meeting in Kalua Lampur, Malaysia and travelling the region together experiencing the exotic delights of the orient. (FFM, bi, exh, rom, india) *** Chapter 1 Kuala Lampur in the summertime – the heat is infernal and yet strangely comforting. There is a special resonance to summer that is not felt at any other time of year. It drains you of your energy and you willingly allow this – helpless to fight the oppressive humidity. I stare into oblivion as the heat haze shimmers off of the worn gauze curtains, swaying to and fro with the summer mistral. On the balcony, I slouch in my ragged rattan chair that embraces me like an old leather glove. The day is old, and yet my perspiration beads and ebbs in concert with the sweat on my glass of ice water. Such bliss... such relaxation... watching strange people and choking cars race back and forth as if they are all part of giant bee hive – scattering here and there, and back again. And yet, without effort, neither screaming children nor blaring horns can stop me from drifting off – remembering days – of love, romance, friendship and unrestrained passion. I cannot recall how long I have been here – days at least by the course grizzle of beard developing on my face. My white linen shirt is damp from the humidity of false expectations – or so I tell myself. I have come for her – telling myself over and over again – convincing myself that travelling half way around the world for my one love was the only thing I could have done... proving that my love for her is boundless. The sun slowly drifts beyond the horizon and is replaced by the brilliance of the full moon... the never-ending battle of light and darkness is won this night by the forces of light. I wait for the lunar god to take its place in the sky, and then without asking, striking moonbeams dance curiously against the gritty walls of my hotel room. And out the glimmer of my eyes, I can almost see her face against the tapered drapery. Such beauty, such beauty... my heart pounds mercilessly against my heaving chest... anxiety and desire all wound up into one impulsive emotion. I walk over to the basin of water left by the porter. A quick splash on the face, and through my hair... refreshed I tell myself in this tropical sauna... and in a trance like state I walk over to the door. Then suddenly, before I can reach out to turn the handle, a faint knock rattles my nerves. Who knows I am here? Eternal moments pass before a second knock startles me into action. I turn the handle and incandescent light from the hallway floods my vision to the point of disorientation. "Sir," the porter asks, "Are you ok? Apologies if I startled you sir." "What is it?" I reply, still adjusting to the hallway light. "A message for you sir," he says handing me a piece of paper. I grab the piece of paper like I am stealing a toy from a child, and close the door without granting any thanks. I walk back to the balcony, message crumpled in my hand, and stare aimlessly at the street below. Why am I scared to read it... too scared to even open it... ? But common sense prevails and I tell myself it is just a routine message from home. So slowly, I open it, averting my eyes until it is fully open, and easily read by the brilliant moon. Darling, Welcome to heaven. Meet me tomorrow in the memorial gardens, by the fountain at 1:30pm. Me. My heart races. Passion swallows me whole. I lean on the balcony railing for support, only to watch the note slip from my hand and float like a feather to the ground below. No matter, I tell myself. Exhilaration floods through my veins... nerves of steel erode to dust. And the angry moon exposes me in all my nakedness. Chapter 2 Late morning breaks with an orchestra of loud, angry cars outside my bedroom window. I wash hurriedly and make my way downstairs to the desolate lobby. I motion to the porter to hire me a cab while gulping down my caffeine breakfast. It is a two-hour drive to the gardens, and I tell myself that I should check out the place first. I don’t want any more surprises. The cab arrives as I finish my coffee. The humidity of a full day is already upon us as I step into the cab. No air conditioning... great, I think. I feel myself melting in more ways than one. The drive through the city is remarkably interesting and serene regardless of all the traffic and pollution. Kuala Lampur is a paradise lost to the inevitable sprawl of civilization. An exotic place with an equally exotic history, a place that is by any definition is a modern day Shangri-La. We pull into the entrance to the gardens at 12:45pm. The place is teaming with honeymooners gawking for pictures and busload after busload of tourists, all shouldering handy cams... I pay the fair, and walk up the wide lane way to the main office. At the tourist office, I pick up a map of the gardens and check to where the fountain is located. It’s a long walk from my location so I decide to start right away. The tropical flowers, the orchids and chrysanthemums billow their exotic scents into the afternoon air making the walk almost hypnotic. I see the fountain ahead... surrounded by more tourists and one particularly sensual goddess looking distinctly nervous – looking for a secure perch. The game plays into my hands. There she is... in all her glorious beauty... her hair is longer than ever, down to her mid-back, straight golden strands of the most precious silk. She doesn’t see me, and I slowly weave my way towards her using the crowd as camouflage. My heart beats like it is about to explode inside my chest Her beauty is breathtaking... she is wearing a shear floral mini dress accented by three-inch heels, a small shoulder purse and designer sunglasses. The crowd ebbs and flows, cameras and camcorders buzz with the summer haze. It must be 38 C by now and with the humidity it feels like 42C. I move ever closer and still she doesn’t see me. I watch her intently as she takes her right hand and gently sweeps it through her hair, serenely wiping the perspiration from her brow. As she turns once more looking for my figure in the crowd, I find myself directly behind her and I am overwhelmed by her sweet scent. I wish I could just stand here for an eternity and bathe in her beauty. But my passion to be even closer overtakes my senses. Slowly, like an apparition taking form, I move up behind her until our bodies are touching. She senses me now but does not move. Is it fear or fascination that has her frozen? I am holding an orchid flower in my right hand, and place it gently in front of her golden face. She takes a deep, deep breath, holds the scent inside her and then exhales like all her worries have disappeared. I wrap my left arm around her waist, holding her tight against my body. Together we melt into each other... holding each other with no desire ever to let go. I place the orchid in her hair and wrap my other arm around her. No words are spoken, just the everlasting song of two hearts beating in unison. I feel that I am dreaming... everything happens in slow motion. Within my arms she turns and faces me. Her eyes are black opals, and teeth white pearls. I have to keep telling myself that she is real... that we are together again. She raises herself up on her toes, lips parted, discovering mine and we kiss. Such gentle tenderness... such wild abandon struggling to get out. Onlookers stare at us like we are in the wrong place. I make a quick glance back and I feel the first raindrops on my arm. And then the heavens open and we are caught in a torrential midday shower. Tourists and honeymooners scramble for the nearby gazebos and other shelters but we just stay our course, passionately entangled in each other’s love. The rain becomes harder and harder, and soon she is leading me deeper into the gardens. Eventually we find ourselves alone under a blossom tree. There is no one around... it is like we have walked out of reality into a fairytale. The rain is calmer here, safe under the canopy of the tree. Our senses are overwhelmed with the exotic scents and the veil of mist that surrounds us. She pulls me close and our lips meet in a flurry of wet, probing kisses. Tongues dance back and forth, and small nibbles to create the perfect balance of pain and pleasure. Our kisses are deep, breathtaking to a point that she pushes me away gasping for breath. I see her now in all her splendor. She is my Venus, my Aphrodite, my Aka. The rain is incessant, but the canopy catches most of the raindrops. There she stands, her back arched against the tree, with perfectly shaped breasts beckoning me forward through her soaked gossamer dress. I grab her hands and pin them over her head against the tree. She moans in agreement our lips meet and do not part for an eternity. I kiss her on her neck and then slowly kiss my way up to her ear. This drives her crazy and her moans become louder and louder. We do not care anymore. We know that all the others have either made their way back to their buses or are still sheltering themselves. She pleads me to stop but I know she desires more. I can feel the slow grinding of her pelvis into my loins. For an instant I wonder how far we can go, and then as the rain turns to a thunderstorm, when we know that no one can hear our cries of passion... when my desire hears her whisper. The rain slowly comes to an end, and we make our way back to the now empty gazebo by the main office. She tells me to wait there while she goes to make a phone call. I feel like my unending hunger has been satiated. Love and lust are the two most powerful forces of human nature. I wait for what seems like an eternity. Then make my way back to see what is taking her so long. She is nowhere to be found, only a note on the payphone: "If you really want me, you must wait for me. Meet my tonight at the Blue Palace. Dress accordingly." XOXO I hold the note, crushing it in my hand, not knowing to be angry, mesmerized, or exhilarated by her intrigue. I decide to play along but wonder where all this will end. Chapter 3 Evening breaks as the moon burns through the remaining clouds of the day. I am dressed in a black satin dress jacket, black pants and shoes, blue satin shirt and tie. I feel that I am ready for anything she throws at me, and in a distinctly sly mood, I am eager to let this game begin. The Blue Palace is a posh, slightly over the top dance club/cigar lounge. It’s 11:30pm, and the crowd is just beginning to filter in. The club patronizes an eclectic mix of young studs on the hunt, giddy pubescent girls, drag queens and those that play on the other side of the fence. The place is large inside, three floors of thumping remix dance beats, choking cigar smoke, scantily clad bar girls and steroidal sized bouncers. I make my way in after paying the $20 cover fee. I am not sure where to find Baby. So many people to wade through and the continuous bass beat numbs your senses. It is dark inside with black lighting around the side of the walls and the requisite disco balls in the center of the ceiling. Laser lights flash on and off against the many mirrored ball showering the floor with tiny beams of red, blue and green. As I move through the crowd, from one floor to the next, I notice that the third and last floor is predominantly populated with drag queens and their friends. I have a feeling this is where I will find her. The floor is packed in solid with young boys dancing to a techno beat music while older men sit on the bar stools gazing at the whirling, sweaty nubile young forms on the dance floor. Drag queens parade up and down from the lounge area to the bar and back again, never giving a glance to the action on the floor. I can see through the haze, boys and men making out in the darker interiors of the club. I feel uncomfortable yet not threatened. In a feminine sort of way, it is no different than the actions taking place just one floor below. I push past a couple of drag queens that I suppose felt where the pillars that held up the floor. There is a jibe and sly remark pushed my way... something to do with "the well dressed man." I let it slide, and just as I am ready to start investigating the lower floors, I see her sitting on a lounge chair, seated between two pretty boys, and sipping some exotically colorful drink. I almost had walked by not really noticing how well she was made up. She sees me and gives me a wink. I stand puzzled and excited. How she could look even more beautiful than earlier today is a question I cannot answer. She sits in her sea green Indochina dress, cinched at the collar with the diamond brooch I had bought for her a couple of years ago. Her hair is pulled back in a sophisticated, 1940’s Hollywood style that opens her face to all it’s natural radiance. She beckons me with open hands to sit down but I motion that there is not enough room for four on the small couch. Seeing this she gets up and motions me to sit down, and then gingerly sits on top of my lap. I instantly feel the heat of her body against mine. The music thumps its techno-tribal beat through our skeletons, while the boys continue to twist their lithe bodies on the dance floor. My princess leans against my body, combs a hand through my hair and begins kissing my face from top to bottom, never touching my lips. I know she is teasing me, showing off in front of her friends... showing how much she has changed... showing that all her inhibitions, all her taboos were now gone forever. I feel myself becoming exhilarated by her movements while her gay friends look on with envy. Is she trying to show them up? Prove a point to them? I don’t care. I am becoming lost in this dark world of music, alcohol and eroticism. "Baby," I mutter into her ear. "Shhhh, darling," she says. "Just relax, let me make love to you." Her kisses become more passionate, finally probing my lips and mouth. I try to respond, to meet her kisses with my own, but she grabs my face with both hands, and continues to push her tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth. She slides her body now... so that she is facing me, legs straddled over mine; her back is to the dance floor. I can see that her friends are becoming disinterested now... like she has proven her point. But, she continues with her abandon. Her tight dress is hiked up to her hips so that her legs can easily straddle mine... and effortlessly, my hands reach down to her firm derriere. I squeeze gently, and push her closer to me. "Do you want me? Huh?" she whispers. "Yes" I answer, "All of you, right here... right now." I can see by the expression in her eyes that she is thinking the same thing. Our kisses become deeper, more passionate to the point of being animalistic. She bites my tongue and then licks it better with her tongue. I kiss her top lip and swirl my way down to her bottom lip, never pausing for a moment. Her hands pull on my hair, pulling my head forward so that our kisses penetrate deep into each other’s mouth. She opens her eyes and her stare etches her ravenous hunger into my heart. All is lost, passion and yearning take over. She grabs my chin with her left hand, begins sucking on my tongue and with her right hand unzips my trousers. I look around but we are deep in the recesses of the club, darkness prevails every where and the men and boys are more interested in each other than us. She grabs tightly onto my hard penis and moves it to her desirous opening. I am so excited that I am not totally aware of my surroundings. Slowly she slides my hardness into her, without pause, she is so, so wet. "Ahhhhh," she moans, "so hard, so..." The risk of being caught heightens the experience. I can’t remember when I have been so excited as now. My head tilts back against the couch, and my neck becomes a blank canvas for her unending kisses. She moves slowly up and down, and I can feel her wetness increase with each movement. We both know that the moment we increase the pace of our love, we will both orgasm, the desire is so strong. "Baby," I begin to moan but she places a finger against my lips. I can see now that she is falling deeper into her own little world – the moment just before all your nerve endings scream out in utter passion. The music increases in tempo, more bass, and quicker beat. I can see the young boys work themselves up into a sweaty lather on the dance floor, spinning and gyrating to the continuous beat of the music. She pushes against my chest with her hands, and begins moving faster and faster, and faster... in time with the music. It is so hard to contain myself... my desire to release is overwhelming. Her gaze locks on to my eyes, pure black opals burning into mine. Faster she moves, faster to the music. I don’t even notice my hands on her hips now, moving her, sliding her up and down on my hardness, to the never ending drone of the beat. I see her bite her lip and throw her head back, faster and faster she moves. I can feel everything... the blood pouring into her loins. The pressure building in my penis. And as the music reaches a crescendo she lets out a primordial moan of total ecstasy. We both let go of everything we know, and feel each other, together in total uninhibited passion. "Oh yes... so hot," she sighs. I have no words to describe how I feel... just to see her like this, no taboos, no barriers, no inhibitions... overwhelms me with love. It’s 3:00am... it’s raining again, and we are holding each other waiting for the limo to pull up in front of the club. The dancing will go on until the break of dawn. The limo arrives and I open the door for my princess. It is luxurious inside, with wine bar, television and cell phone. I sit down first and then Baby lays her head on my lap, stretches out, closes her eyes and with a wry smile on her face falls instantly asleep. The ride back to her apartment takes less than 30 minutes. "Honey... we’re here," I whisper. "Hhmm, already?" she replies, stretching out her arms. I get out of the limo first, helping her out onto the wet sidewalk. She is still asleep, but manages to type in the security code to open the wrought iron fence that leads to her apartment. "Are you ok, princess?" I ask, but only get that tender little pout that melted my heart a couple of years ago. I close the fence behind me, and take the apartment keys from her hands. "Which one?" "It’s 2104" she replies, and then falls into my arms, succumbing to the sandman. I lift her up into my arms and carry her into the waiting elevator. The ride up is breath taking as the elevator is on the exterior of the building... with an ascending view of the downtown, you can see an ocean of lights and cars buzzing here and there... Her apartment is a corner dwelling, spacious, and surrounded by windows. The moon floods the interior, and points the way to the bedroom. I gently lay the sleeping princess down on the soft bed, standing over her mesmerized by her love. With tenderness, I remove her shoes, and rub her small, delicate feet. "Hhmmm," she moans. "Turn over darling" I whisper into her ear. She turns, and I slowly unzip her dress exposing her caramel skin to the soft light of the moon. Her skin is like satin, so smooth and flawless. I slide the dress off and lay it on a nearby chair, then remove her lace bra and thong. She grabs for the blanket but I stop her and lift her gently so that she can slide properly under the sheets. Her head hits the pillow and the dream weaver begins singing his song of slumber. I take off my jacket and place it on top of her dress. Another chair beckons me, and I sit down by the window, trying to absorb the nighttime, but all I can do is watch her, see her breathing become shallow and watching her fall blissfully asleep. Chapter 4 "Mmmm, what time is it?" she says in a whining voice like she is disappointed to wake up. "It’s ten past eleven," I reply, "do you want some coffee?" "Coffee?" she quizzes, "it depends! Mmmm... ok!" "Very funny princess... come on, time to get up, I’ve drawn a nice bath for you, and the coffee is fresh just like your mouth!" I exclaim. "Touché! You got me!" she answers sheepishly, "come here for a second." I look at her with a suspicious grin, but being in her thrall, all I can do is walk over to her stretched out body on the bed. Mauve colored satin sheets cover her, and I can easily see her form squirm under the covers. "Yes," I say apprehensively. "Give me your hands, baby," she whines. I reach out my hands and she tries to pull me onto the bed with her but I turn the tables and pull her up out of bed into my arms. She is light, and firm... and the astonishment in her eyes, and her Cheshire grin, make me fall in love all over again. I carry her, kicking and screaming the bath. "Let me down," she cries, "don’t please, pah-lease!" "Too late darling, time to wash your dirty body and dirty mind!" I reply, and ceremoniously plop her into the waiting bubble bath. I pass her a sponge and tell her to start scrubbing while I get her coffee. As I walk out into the kitchenette, I can hear her singing some love song from the ‘80s. Sometimes she is so serious and sometimes so silly, but I cherish every moment. I pour two large mugs of coffee and stride back into the steamy bathroom. "Here," I say, holding out the mug. "Put it on the toilet seat, ok," she says, "I need you to wash my back." More coyness I think... but seeing her in the tub with bubbles all over her body, smiling and playing with such happiness. I cannot refuse her desires. I grab hold of a wet sponge but before I can even move near her, she scowls me to remove my clothes and wash her properly. How can I say no? I can’t. So I take off my clothes and I begin to take one step into the tub. "Stop!" she says, "I want to look at you. Turn around, slowly, and put your hands on your hips." "Yes mistress," I capitulate, with a chuckle under my breath. So I turn, slowly, showing off all my wears. "Yummy! Oh, you are so yummy! Remind me to thank your mom for creating such a nice body" she affirms. "Whatever," I say bashfully, "Can I come in now? I’m getting cold?" "Hhmm, ok!" She moves forward and I slip in behind her, the water is hot and the bubbles tickle the skin. I begin massaging her neck and shoulders, pouring the hot water down her back. There are no more words, just sighs of pleasure and comfort. Our bodies move against each other like cool silk sheets on a summer night. I continue to wash her back and shoulders, and without thinking, without measure, my hands slide along her abdomen up to her breasts. I can hear her whimper of desire. My hands cup the underside of her firm bosoms, holding them like gentle melons. She leans back against my chest and rests her head on my left shoulder. I lower my hands to the water and scoop up some bubbles, bringing these scented globules up to her nipples; and, creating the likeness of whipped cream topped cherries. She smiles and then moans as I have circle my fingers around her increasingly hard nipples, spreading the bubbles farther and farther from her aeriolas. I pinch a little. She squirms more, and brings her hands up to push her breasts together. I begin nibbling on her neck and ear, creating a wet, sensual road map with my tongue. She moans louder, deeper and her hands slowly slide off her bosoms under the water and search out her willful pussy. "Not so fast," I whisper in her ear. She groans a discontented sigh. She knows the feeling she wants to experience and patience is something left courtship. But I slow her down, and place my hand against her vagina, preventing her from doing what she desires most. I lean further back in the tub taking her with me. And I can feel my penis become harder and fuller with every gentle move against her body. She feels it too. And she knows what I want... what she really wants. Like a cunning snake in the grass, she twists her body to face me, supports herself on my shoulders and moves her rapacious, hot pussy onto my gorged cock. I slide in without effort, so wet and smooth. Together, complete again. "Jehan, you’ve been a very naughty boy," she whispers. "For that, I have to punish you." "Is this how you punish me, darling?" I ask. "Hhmmm, we’ve just started! You will not cum until I tell you to... do you understand me?" she demands. "Yes, I am your slave!," I answer. And as she listens I can see her hands reach for each side of the tub so that she can get as much leverage as possible. Then slowly, to make sure that every nerve ending is tempted the right way; she begins grinding faster and faster against me. The bathtub is a kaleidoscope of tiny waves and erupting bubbles. Faster and deeper she pushes herself on and off of me. I can feel every inch of her inside. She moves so fast, like a blur, almost like impaling herself on my hardness. The pleasure is immense, beyond euphoria. I reach down for her glistening, golden ass, and push with more force against my unyielding stiffness. "More," she cries, "I want more." I kiss her full on her breasts, alternating between sucking and teasing licks on her hard nipples. My hand slides down her back to her gyrating derriere and I probe for her perfectly tight bum. "Yes," she moans, "Give me more." Raising her butt in the air, while bringing me up with her. My middle index finger slides into her effortlessly, and I press it against the thin lining separating my hand from my hard cock. She knows that the nerve endings here are primed for such an act, and she screams out moans after moans of pleasure. "Ahhh yes. Yes! YES!" she sighs pumping faster and faster until I can feel all of her desire explode, climax in shock waves of orgasmic bliss. Her breathing is so heavy, so quick that I just hold her tight against my chest. "Baby, I love you," I intimate. "Hhmm, I’m your wanton hussy, only yours, forever and ever," she replies. I try to move my body but she pins me against the tub. "I’m not finished! Not finished with you," she snarls, "Come on, get up." So I head my commands and get up and out of the tub. "Here," she says, "Dry me off, and then I’ll dry you." I grab a towel from the rack and begin drying this exotic goddess in front of me. She stands almost dispassionately but still with a bright mischievous grin. And, before I can finish, she yanks the towel from my hand and quickly with just a couple swipes dries me off. "Come," she demands, grabbing my hand and leading me into the bedroom. "Lie down" she issues. So I lay down on my stomach, arms stretched out like I am ready for the medieval rack. But, surprisingly, I feel the warmth of her hands and massage oil caress my skin. She sits on my derriere and spreads forward in wide sweeps. This feels so good... so relaxing. And I can feel her move down my body, massaging my ass and thighs and reaching under, grabbing hold of my manhood. I moan in anticipation and raise my buttocks so that she can reach further. I can sense that she has turned her body and then feel the first breathes of hot, moist air as she licks tenderly against my shaft, holding my balls firm in one hand while continuing to massage my ass with her other hand. This feels so, so good. Her kisses and tender bites go back and forth from my ass to my cock, constantly teasing me into utter rigidness. My patience is testing me, all I want is her sweet mouth to swallow me whole. But she continues teasing, gently sucking on each testicle, then, finally, licking the head of my hard, stiff cock. "Yes, yes," I wail, "Suck it Baby! please suck it!" And she capitulates by grabbing the base of my hardness and placing the rest in her hot, moist mouth, sucking faster and faster. The feeling is like no other... so much vulnerability, so much desire to explode. "Ah, you’re so hard, baby," she says, pulling her head off my hardness. "Stop teasing me," I plead. "Oooh, baby, you must learn to beg better than that," she retorts. "Not fair, not fair," I reply but she hears nothing of it as she turns me over onto my back, and mounts me one more time. So wet, so hot, so, so wet. "Watch me," she demands again, "watch how wanton I am." I reach behind me for a pillow to prop up my head and see that she is easing herself off of me. Then suddenly she moves down and engulfs my cock in her mouth again, sucks really hard and fast, and then moves back up and shoves my hardness back into her wet, desirous pussy. "Yes, yes, this feels so good," she exclaims, "Do I make you hot, Jehan?" "Ooh, yes baby," I moan, "Please let me cum" "No!" she says, "Not yet my honey, just watch me ok?" And so my goddess fucks and sucks me over and over again. I watch her in total ecstasy pump up and down on my hardness and then plunge my cock into her wanton mouth. It’s too much, too hot for me, and I beg her to let me release. "Hhmm," she murmurs... her wet, succulent mouth sucking and licking on the head of my penis, then swallowing all of my hardness, and back again. "Faster," I cry, "Faster, faster, hmmm... yes, yes, I’m going to cum!" She sucks faster, so quickly that I can no longer hold in my love, and I cum all over her face and mouth. "Hmmm... so yummy," she moans, licking with her tongue all the cum that is still pouring out of the tip of my penis. I have fallen deep into heaven, such a climax that I cannot move. And I just watch as she gently grabs my still hard cock and moves it back and forth against her face, rubbing in my love. "Good for my skin," she grins. "Mmm, yes," I answer, leaning upwards and meeting her mouth with mine. We kiss each other with deeper passion than at any time before. I can taste myself on her mouth. The taste of cinnamon, sweet and pungent. "Oh honey, I love you so much," she intimates. "Love you to, princess," I whisper. The sun is shining bright this afternoon, and the city is restless as the weekend winds down. Sunday is a day of rest and relaxation in Kuala Lampur. Couples go down to the beach for some sun and sand, while other relax by patio cafes, sipping cool drinks, and immersing themselves in conversation. We find ourselves seated at a nearby bistro, eating a buffet lunch and people watching. We don’t converse much. Still tired and drained from the last 24 hours. Now is quite time, to be with each other, absorb each other’s energies and watch the day turn to dusk. An hour disappears and I notice that both of us are finished our meals. She is restless, not full of energy but bored to be in one spot for so long. I stand up and hold out my hand, nodding to the shops across the street. She smiles in agreement, takes my hand in hers, and leads us out of the restaurant. We walk like the lovers we are, hand in hand, arms wrapped around each other as we stare like children at tantalizing window offerings. "C’mon," I say, breaking our silence, "let’s get some ice cream." "YUMMY!" she replies, jumping up and down. I pick out a combination of mango, pineapple and chocolate for the both of us. She smiles, takes her ice cream and we continue walking down the street. The day goes by quickly and we finally make our way back to her apartment. We are both quite tired, and the suggestion is made that we have a quick sleep, and then a later dinner. We agree, and after a quick shower we are blissfully sleeping, cuddled up against each other. My sleep is deep and wonderful, dreaming of the last 48 hours and, indeed, the last few years of my life with Baby. It brings such relief to my heart that I have found my true soul mate. Time goes by briskly, and I am suddenly startled awake by the feeling a man gets just before he has a wet dream climax. My eyes are still filled with sleep, but I can see my insatiable goddess sucking furiously on my hard cock. I look up and see that my body is covered with whip cream, and that her face is also covered with whip cream and chocolate sauce. I move from total sleep to ultimate ecstasy. I can’t believe her, she is so wild. "Honey!" I moan. "Hi honey!" she replies, "I just need an appetizer before dinner, please cum for me!" And she sucks and licks all the whip cream and chocolate sauce, and as full as her mouth is with all that sugary goodness, I cannot help myself and orgasm directly into her waiting mouth. I watch her swallow all that I can give, and then continue to draw every last drop of my semen from me. "Yum, better than ice cream, perfect start to dinner," she says coyly. I am so drained now. I really cannot move. My god, I have never felt like this ever in my life. "Don’t move," she says. And soon returns with a wet towel and cleans my cream covered body. I just watch her in stunned silence. A wry smile on my face. "Shhh! Go back to sleep. I’m going to make you a special dinner. I’ll wake you up when it’s ready," she says, "Now go back to sleep, honey." It doesn’t take much coaxing before I am back dreaming of all that is well and good. Chapter 5 Morning. I lay motionless on the bed, covered only by a damp, thin white sheet. It's humid again, hot, sticky and humid. I can feel it without opening the window or balcony. There is an indefinable scent or should I say, veil, that envelopes the room - either from the air conditioner or from the lingering feeling that the ocean is just beyond the bedroom wall. The possibility of "dryness" becomes a concept lost in this moment. I am alone. And another note waits for me on the bedside table. It takes me sometime to raise myself and take interest in reading the message. I just want to lay here and be vacuous as the air. It doesn't last - curiosity kills the cat. I reach for the note. I'm impressed by the envelope which seems to have my name written in gold leaf. The paper is high quality, possibly Japanese mulberry paper. It feels delicate in my hands as it opens and breaths life. "My darling, Wonderful, cherished darling. Being with you is great joy. You make my body shudder with goosebumps where goosebumps shouldn't go. I am on an early flight to Jakarta for business. I've left you a ticket for a later flight. Take the "silver taxi" from the airport to the Millennium Hotel. I will meet you there tonight. Kisses." My head tilts in ponder and yet a smile stretches by dry morning lips. As my legs hit the floor, holding the note, I bellow out a long laugh all the way to the shower. Towel in hand drying my hair, I pick up the Air Asia ticket. Flight leaves KL at 18:20 arriving in Jakarta at 19:20. "What if..." I wonder...picking up the phone. I'm in a rush now having changed my flight time to 15:20. For some reason, an overwhelming urge took hold of me and thought it would be a nice surprise to show up early. So, I am hurrying now to the airport - zigzagging with my taxi driver through KL traffic. My driver, young and clean shaven, has those crazy formula one driver eyes, and his foot never lifts off the gas the whole 30 minute race to the plane. I am there in good time, all things considered. And still in one piece. By 14:50, I am settled in my seat listening to the flight attendants go through their instructions. There is not much to do on a one hour flight other than let your eyes linger over the pretty hostesses. Time passes and we are landing at Jakarta International. It's kind of a homey, comfy style of airport - not too large, not too small - just right. I pick up my bags from the trolley, pass through security without problem, through the teaming masses of people waiting at Arrivals, out into the open, blue, cloudless sky. And then I am attacked by a horde of pushy taxi drivers. Thankfully, I quickly spot the Silver Taxi stand to the far end of the Pick-up/Drop- off area. I raise my hand for their attention and a burly Indonesian trundles over, pushes aside a few annoying lingers-on, and carries my bag back to his taxi. I had my taxi saviour the address of the hotel: Jalan Fachrudin 3, Jakarta, 10250 to which he takes a micro second glance, crumples up the paper and steps on the gas. Exhale, sigh of relief - secure in the taxi now and on the way to the hotel. It's 5:00pm Jakarta time. I'm not supposed to meet her until 8:00pm tonight. My mind is spinning. The hotel is marvellous. The interior is white marble throughout, chair upholstered in white linen with exposed lacquered wood inlays. Plants abound, standing on their own, in planters, on pedestals and vases throughout the concourse. I think of just living in the lobby but then my eye catches the pretty receptionist and my feet automatically start moving in her direction. We converse for a moment, and she gives me the keycard to the room, informing me that my "wife" - huh?! - has already arrived. I nod my head as if knowing but my thoughts are "hmmm." A young teenage porter takes my keycard and bags marching me to the elevators to the left of the front desk. When we reach the room door, 1401, I give the porter some extra American dollars and give him the international sign to scoot! The door opens quietly, and I enter the tiny hallway without notice or sound. I hear the shower and the voices of two women. It's doesn't sound sexual, just happy and playful. So, I walk over to the chair by the window, the drapes are open but a blue sheer provides secrecy. The bed is quilted in a pink/blue combination of patterns, and a bowl of fruit sits on the table. Thoughts fly through my head until I decide to reach for my phone and call her. In the bathroom, I can hear her phone ringing. "Hello" she says over the cascade of the shower. "Hi sweety, surprise!" my reply comes. "Huh?," she peeks out from the bathroom door. Her eyes roll around, eyebrows perk up and a grin of a person up to no good behaviour transposes her face. She pops her head back into the bathroom, mutters something in Bahasa, and then walks triumphantly towards, naked as the day she was born. "Strip lover boy," she commands. "Well, maybe you can tell me what is..." she covers my mouth with hers. I taste the instant flavour of blossoms and strawberries. And my clothes fall to the floor effortlessly. I can feel her wet body against mine, absorbing my warmth, leading me to the shower. Before she opens the bathroom door, she grabs her silk scarf from her open luggage and wraps it tightly around my eyes. "What?" I begin to say. "Trust me," she whispers and then kisses my ear gently. The bathroom floor is wet. My body is anticipating. I feel my blood rushing wildly, uncontrollably throughout. Then I feel the hands of another touch my hands, guiding me into the hot shower. Soft, small hands. Then both of them gently push me against the shower wall, one on each side of me. The shower reaches overhead and like a soft rain, the water covers all of us. "You caught me by surprise baby boy" she says like a school teacher. "A boy's gotta do what a boy's gotta do," I answer insolently. She laughs while the other giggles. I can feel both their warm breasts pressed against my chest. The familiar, small, round, hard nipples breast of my lover; and, now the large, firm breasts of the mystery girl. They each have one of my arms pressed firmly against the wall to the point now that I can only hear and taste, and smell their delicious scents. "Relax lover," she murmurs. And then I feel their kisses, kisses, nibbles on both ears, and the ocean swells in my head, and my body responds. The loss of my surroundings, feeling the waterfall, hands bound, eyes bound, ears bound. Feeling the sensations of her kisses down my neck, stopping for an ever brief moment to take a long, deep suck of my nipples, then down to the flatness of my belly, lingering for an eternity, until I feel her hot breath on me, there. And it's not the kisses of my lover, whose mouth and tongue now french me deeply. I can feel her rubbing herself up and down my leg, watching, as I guess, her playmate bring me to the point of no return. My now free moved through the waterfall and rested on the tight, firm breasts of my lover, pushing her hard nipples into her chest. Her kissing broke with a deep gasp of ecstasy as I pushed harder and now my tongue was probing the depths of her hungry mouth. She grabbed my hair with both hands and returned the wild, wet kisses, pushing her breasts firmly against my probing hand. And down, down on her knees, her buxom friend deep throated my hardened cock. I reached down and felt her long head of wet, silky hair, wanting to pull her up before I lost all control and exploded. "No, leave her be," my lover demanded. I tried to look down through my blindfold - my lover's tongue sucking on my ear. And down on her knees, faintly I thought, this gorgeous friend sucked my steel rod...slowly to the tip, and then erotically bit me with tiny nibbles all the way down to my engorged balls. The warm water heightened all our senses...my blindfold now soaking wet and tight against my eyes. I heard both girls giggle at some secret suggestion, and then with grace they changed places. "You can only touch her breasts and kiss her lips, nothing else" she whispered in my ear. "Understood" I replied expectantly. And with that, they changed positions, my lover now assuming the position on her knees sucking my firm cock, and the other, standing beside me, side by side, both our backs against the shower wall. I tilted my head to the left and felt her full lips just millimetres from mine, her heavy breathing... sensing her bosoms rise and fall quickly. I reached out my left arm around her tender shoulders, almost hugging her and she responded with a deep fleshy kiss to my lips. I tasted saffron and jasmine...her tongue was spicy and exotic. We kissed deeper and deeper, each taking turns sucking on each other's tongue. And while we exchanged this passion, my lover held my cock firmly in her left hand, rubbing it up and down and periodically sucking the tip with her mouth. With her effect, I felt the orgasmic feeling build up in my cock, and pushed out my hips intuitively. The girlfriend beside me, her moans became louder and louder and I could feel that she was bracing herself against me. The water cascaded down on us and slowly the blindfold, completely sogged wet, fell from my eyes to become a bandana scarf around my neck. When I looked down, with clear vision, I saw my lover crazily sucking my cock and then the beautiful, swollen cock of the girl... Javanese shemale beside me. I was awed, shocked, horny as hell and exploded with a great, jerky orgasm all over my lovers face. And within a second, the girl beside me orgasmed and then fell to her knees on the bathtub. My lover gave her a small kiss on the lips, whispered in her ear and then she stepped out of the bathtub, turning back to wink at me with a white, innocent smile. I wasn't sure to laugh, scream or keep silent. I just smiled at my lover who shrugged her shoulders innocently, and smile back at me. Chapter 6 Morning in Jakarta. Haze. Heat. Noise. The continuous din of scooters and lorries scattering around like worker bees on unkempt streets. I stood on the balcony of the hotel, Sanka coffee in my hand, looking down onto the street. Palm trees, red tiled roofs, a stream or sewage canal (who can be sure here?) ran parallel with the street. Children, some walking to school with their ninja turtle backpacks, others rummaging for anything in the small rubbish piles at every intersection. In the background the television was on...an animated broadcaster almost screaming in bahasa to any audience listening. I couldn't understand the commotion until my lover emerged from the shower. "Oh, there will be demonstrations today," she explained. "Isn't there demonstrations everyday," I replied mockingly. "No, just on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays!" she smiled. I walked in from the balcony standing in front of the television. She walked up from behind me, unfurled her beach towel to envelope me. I felt the sweet scent of mint on her breath as her kisses traced the curvature of my ear. I wanted more and turned around to face her, face her unrelenting beauty. And as I began my pout she placed her index finger on my lips. "Hold that thought honey, I am famished. Let's get something to eat!" she grinned. "Ok my queen, by your leave," I said and bowed. "Don't forget it!" she laughed. When we arrived downstairs for breakfast, the dining room was already a buzz of activity. Our hotel was on one of the major thoroughfares that demonstrators were most likely to walk. Many of the hotel staff were already making ready for any expected incidents. And the moment we sat down to our table overlooking the road, we could hear the first, faint chants of thousands of demonstrators marching down the road. The waiter came up to us, frowned and frumped, and explained that the people were demonstrating against the recent violence that took place at Glodok department store. Some big fight between the Chinese who were accused of unfair commercial practices that favoured their own community over the Indonesian community. This is the irony of Indonesia, demonstrations against violence that sometimes turn violent. The demonstrators, headbands and placards extolling the virtues of peace, march reasonably without incident down the road and towards the park across from the president's white house. Time moves forward as the demonstrations continue into the night. We arrive at the park and mingle into the crowd by now a night party of small bonfires, roasting chicken, cans of tiger beer and sing-a-longs like you could only imagine. I had no idea of the words but was singing right along anyways. And in a moment, dancing all to myself to the folksy guitar plucking of my new found friends, my eyes instantly and unexpectedly locked onto the brilliant lunar eyes of this goddess dancing alone to her own song. When she smiled, the heaven revealed all it's stars and I found myself walking towards her in some hypnotic trance. Suddenly, the music, the noise, the yelling, everything was gone. Silence. Silence like when you hold your hands over your ears, close your eyes and fall inward on yourself. Somehow, I was able to utter my name. She told me her name in reply. I said a few more things as did she. Then I walked away. She followed. My lover followed her. How we got back to the hotel, it doesn't matter. The only thing I remember was the softness of her skin, softer than velvet. Her kisses were oxygen. Her touch breathed life into my loins. My lover watched. We stood in front of each other, quivering with anticipation. My lover walked behind her and began disrobing her in front of me. With every layer of clothes dropping to the floor I felt the rise in my manhood. Suddenly, as if a dream, she was naked in front of me, caramel skin, innocence, heavy breasts crowned by dark, brown nipples. I knelt in front of her, my clothes removed from me and my flushed lips reached out and brushed her hardening nipples. She shivered. Goosebumps. Her hands reached for mine, took them firmly and placed them on her perfectly round ass. Blood pumped into my eardrums with instant heat and I felt the first throws of sensual giddiness. My kisses travelled down to her belly, lingering... teasing her... until she pushed my head down to her flower. Glints of sweat and wantonness peeked out of the darkness of her jet black pubic hair. Her pussy was plump, like a ripe plum and the juices of the plum flowed like a river. Her hands pushed my head deeper and deeper into her. Legs shaking, erratic breathing, knees bending in a ballerina stance. When I heard the grinding of her teeth, I stood up suddenly, not standing another moment, and flung her to the bed, legs spread eagled and pushed my hard, blood engorged cock deep inside her tightness. She screamed loudly, and more loudly with every thrust. And in the corner of my eye, I could see my lover, sitting in the chair, masturbating, two fingers plunged into her wetness, biting her lip, squeezing her taught nipples...eyes steeled on our every move. I rolled her over so that she was now in the cowgirl position on top of me, staring straight into the night eyes of my lover. My head tilted slightly over the end of the bed so that I could also spy on my lover's movements. The voyeur in her had taken over and she was now on automatic. Blood rushed quickly into her face, and I knew that face - that "oh my god! I am going to cum in buckets" face. Her two fingers swirled in blur of circles on her clit, faster and faster and faster until the cramps of pain in her arm could not be felt. She was so close, stretching her legs straight out, muscles rippling, toes askew and as she gritted her teeth... shaking wildly... she let loose a geyser of elixirious cum, yelling madly with ecstasy and passion. At that moment, I looked up at this mysterious princess fucking me like it was the last day on Earth. She was biting with no reserve on a thick strand of her silken black hair. Her eyes big and bright like the moon, watching the endorphin-rush passion of my lover's orgasm. In this "time-stand-still" instant, my lover shuffled over and placed my tilted head between her legs. Her cum trickled down into my mouth like maple syrup sap from a tree. Sweet, sugary juice. My tongue reached up like pooh-bear in the honey pot, licking more and more. The motions of lady mystery slowed and I could hear the knarled hisses of two tigers french kissing frantically above me. I bucked my hips up and down for more action. She responded in kind and soon disengaged from my lover's salacious lips. When I looked up into her face, her eyes were wolfen. And as my hands reached up for her hips she swatted them aside and leveled her hands around my throat...fucking me deeper and deeper, shaking her head to and fro, black mane of hair asunder. I was near passing out when she howled, waking the dead with her soul-numbing orgasm. She let go and fresh air surged into my lungs. I held my lover's hand, who lay crumpled on the floor leaning against the bed... lady mystery passed out on my chest. And we slept, for what else do wolves do after satiating their hunger... END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 34