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The Heat of Kalua Lampur
by Sejong1446 (sejong1446@yahoo.ca)
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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...
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