I wake up around six each morning as the sun shines into the room. I had opened the drapes right before sleeping. The drapes are closed at night due to our nightly activities. I look at her message that she is on her way. I shower, get my stuff together for my leaving later today. I realize that I have one condom left. There is a little bit of ky jelly. It should be enough if she cums first. She is a dry and tight woman. She had said she was 42 years old. I wonder if she is still in the last mode of desire, or if she is actually older and is facing the problems of a woman in her late forties. It would explain why she always wants the air conditioner on at a cold temperature. The screen picture on her phone is a close up of a young good looking woman. She showed it to me. She said it was taken before Covid. I think Covid was hard on her face. Probably worry lines. I think she has had some pretty bad times. Perhaps that is why she is shaped the way that she is. I am almost prepared for her when she comes by this morning, but I don’t have anymore cash to give her. I guess I could send her some if she needed it in the future. I would probably feel obligated to help her if she asked me at some point in the future, if she didn’t ask for cash now. Yesterday, I had given her some extra money so she could buy eyeglasses. I wonder if she is coming for the cash, or does she really want to see me. Or perhaps she is desperate and needs the cash but still wants to see me. She definitely makes herself up, and takes a shower before coming to see me. I hear a knock on my door. She is here. I open the door, and she come in and hugs me. She is wearing a black skirt and a white shirt with a sequin butterfly. She is wearing her dependable tit lifter bra. I can tell because it lift her breasts to make her odd shaped torso look nice. I have gotten used to seeing her body both before, during and after we fuck. It is fucking, and not love making. At least I think that is what it is. We have tender moments. That seems to make it more than just transactional.
I sit on the bed. She comes and hugs me. In lay back on the bed and she lays her head on my lap. We have done this before. I hold her gently and ask her, “ Is your son sleeping?” She says” yes, he was sleeping. What time is your plane leave today?” I say, “My plane leaves at 3pm, so I need to leave here before eleven to get there three hours before the flight.” I stroke her back. In touch her hair. On Tuesday this week she changed her hair color and had it trimmed. It is soft. I appreciate that she did that, even though I didn’t really express it. I had noticed that she had her hair done. I didn’t say anything until she said, “ I have new hair done for you” I replied, “It looks good.” I just didn’t express to her that I appreciated her efforts to make herself look pretty.
It is true that you can see it when a couple is fucking. When we had gone out to dinner and we were sitting together, people looked at us as a couple. The band leader called out to us, asking for the couple in the corner for our request for a song. I had responded with a request for slow jazz. The wait staff gives me the check. Yes it is obvious that we are fucking. Today will probably be the last day. I thought last night was the last.
I reached my hand down to her butt. I stroke it. She holds me. Then she gets up without saying a word, and takes her shirt off. Then she asks,”do you have any condoms left?” I say, “Yes, I have one left.” She takes her skirt off. I see that she is wearing the same red bra and red panties that she wore when she first came to my room and was trying intice me to pay money first, before fucking. Today she just takes everything thing off and carefully folds them on the edge of the bed. Her tits hang down. They are large and her dark nipples are relatively small. I am sure she breast fed her son. I wonder if people who breast feed as children, like breasts when they are adults. It would be funny for someone to have a sexual fantasy of sucking plastic nipples during sex. Maybe that is the appeal of people having sex in Latex.
I take my clothes off. I am already hard. It seems like I will be able to cum again. Somedays I can cum three for four times in a day. Other times I don’t feel like doing it for several days. One time I went for a couple of weeks without cuming either in sex or by myself. This week has been every day, with only one day of not being able to cum during sex, and that was because I needed to pee, and that she was too dry. It didn’t feel right to me and probably didn’t feel right to her. I said we need to have more lubricant to make me cum.
She lays back on the bed. I lay next to her and kiss her breasts. She reaches down and pulls my penis. She pulls it the wrong way. She is too rough on it. Just because it is hard doesn’t mean that it likes being bent backwards or squeezed hard. If a woman is reading this. Remembering a man’s penis is just as sensitive as a woman’s vagina. Never turn it straight out from the body or bend back towards the man’s legs. I move her hands away from my penis. I tell her, “I want to make you cum first” She opens her legs a bit wider. She is very dry. Her vagina is closed. I reach the nearly empty tube of ky jelly. At home this amount would have lasted several months. I put a little on my middle and index fingers. I lay my hand on her crotch. I alternate on finger at a time on her clit. I put pressure on her crotch. I am circling my tongue on her right breast. I insert on finger into her cunt. It is starting to open up. In can feel the hard bone and soft tissue around it. I feel her breathing become shorter. I insert the second finger. This really starts the reaction in her. I don’t really know what she is feeling, but I assume that is similar to a man’s ejaculation. It just takes more time for a woman to cum. I keep a steady pressure and rhythm of my hand and finger, even as her body moves up and down. I don’t stop until until she pulls my hand away. I pull from her. My dick is hard. I open the condom package. I ask her, “do you want it? Are you still ticklish?” She nods yes. It probably wouldn’t have made a difference, because I really wanted to fuck her. She would have to say a firm no, if she decided that she didn’t want it. Women need to know that desire is hard to stop for both men and women, so if either of you think you don’t want to do something, don’t even start. In our case, this is our last time. Probably for ever. We had to make it good. But it seems like we have fallen into a routine about how to make her cum. Perhaps that is why people need to communicate about what they like and don’t like. She reaches up to try to put the condom on, but I already have it rolled on. She squeezes the remaining ky jelly on her fingers. She puts some on my penis and the rest in her vagina. I lean over her with my hands on either side of her. It is like I a going to push ups with my knees to on the bed between her legs. If a woman thinks this a man doing push-ups is sexy, well it is. I enter her slowly, but today my penis slips in easily. I make sure my crotch is against her, so my movements move her entire body with each thrust. I am thrusting into her slowly, as I am still trying to give her pleasure. She leans up to bite my breasts. She said on our second night that my skin is like a baby’s skin because it so soft. It is not the first time that has been said, so it must be true. Women like tits as much as men do. As she is gently biting my tit, I feel that I will cum, but I have to push and thrust as hard as I can. I realize I can think about what it takes me to cum, as she has already climaxed prior to me starting to fuck her. I lean up away from her mouth. The tit biting is nice but sometimes it interrupts my climax. I thrust into her. The bed is moving against the wall. The wall is concrete so the neighbor will not hear, but I hear the bed frame hitting the wall. I start to cum, and continue to push until in cry out in short bursts of quiet delight. I cum. I settle into her for a moment, and then pull out. She sits up and says, “ I have to go pee pee”. I hear her go into the bathroom. I hear her pee, and then get into the shower to wash her crotch. I pull the condom off. It contains a nice wad. Two big loads in twelve hours. It is amazing the rejuvenation powers of the human body. I pull off the condom. I put my clothes on,so I a,dressed when she comes out of the bathroom. That was fast and nice. We finished with both of us being satisfied in less than a half hour.
I am thinking she needs to go to work, and l would like to go to yoga before going to the airport. I ask her “What time do you go to work?” She says, I took the day off today because you are leaving, and it is a day I can be with my son. Why don’t we have breakfast together?” As I start looking at my phone for a place in a different neighborhood than where I have been staying. There are two breakfast restaurants within a kilometer, and they are next to each other. We will have a choice. I ask her, “Do you know any place to go?” I know that she doesn’t. She goes to circle k to have coffee. Tourists places are outside of her budget. I show her my phone and ask, “how about this place?” She says, “Yes”. I order a grab, and we are there in ten minutes. The place we were going tonight was closed but the other place was a French breakfast place. She looks doubtful, so I say, “it is open, and there are tables down in the side garden.” She smiles and we go in. The waitress look at us as a couple. It is morning. We both have that glow that people get after sex. Sex is a youth drug. Maybe we get old because we don’t have sex enough. I know that I have not had this much sex in a week since I was 32 years old. We order breakfast and chit chat. She talks about her boss. I don’t think she likes him. She talked about her job she had before Covid. It paid a bit more but it went away. I asked her, “Is it hard to find a new job?” She nods yes. I tell her, “You seem happy, and you live in a place where everyone is happy.” She smiles, but I do not think she really believes it. Her life is hard. She doesn’t have another way to make it better. Just working at the day cleaning job, which pays rent, and finding other ways to make money. We finish breakfast and go back to my place. I think we are going to good bye. I tell her tell her, “It is great knowing you. You will have a nice future. I don’t have cash to give you this morning,as I gave you all that I had yesterday. She said, “you can buy something for me with a card.” “Yes, I could do that. Where do you want to to go? What do you want to buy? I said. She replies, “ We can go to the night market. It will be expensive. Is that ok?” I say, “I don’t know. How much? We can go shopping.” She is excited, “we are going to shopping!” I call a grab. As we are walking to the car she is holding my hand. When we are dropped off, she knows exactly where we are going. It is a little jewelry shop. There is not a lot of security. No cameras. No really hi security, so I am thinking maybe it is a hundred dollars each item, and that would give them a 70 percent mark up. She shows picks out a couple of bracelets. One is very cheaply made. The other would look like it would last. In the states it would be $50. She says can I have a ring as well. I said sure The rings are 16 k and are very thin. Again, probably on $50 dollars in the states. I pull out my credit card, and they say no cards. Ok, we can go get cash. At the cash machine she is very careful to look awayI take out the $200 maximum my account allows to withdraw from on a daily basis. This should be good. We go back to the store, and I lay out about about $100. She says, “no it is about $500 US dollars”. She knows how much the exchange rate is. I really don’t know. I usually just trust people, but I know I am being scammed at this point. She asks me, “can you get more?” I said, “we can try?” May account. Will probably let me take another hundred. We walk back to the cash machine. I give her all the cash.l explain, “I am not a rich person I my town. I am only able to take a limited amount of money on a daily basis from the account. Here is all the money I took out today. We don’t go back to that shop. It is better that you have money instead of jewelry.” I didn’t really explain that the place was a scam, because I think she new it, but as she didn’t know they didn’t take credit cards, she never actually took someone there to buy something. I bet at night, girls bring the their tourist boyfriends there to buy something for them. The next day they return it for cash. It seemed like a woman was at the shop returning something. I call a grab and we go back to my place as that is where her bike was parked. On the way back her son calls her on the phone. She is talking with him on a video chat. She is quite happy to show her son to me, and I wave at her son. Obviously she has told her son Thant she was going to out with an American man. He was not surprised . I tell her that I need to get going, and she should tell her son that she will be home soon. We get back to my place. She said,”can I help you pack?” I say, “No, but your can have some things I don’t want. I like to travel light, and everything’s needs to fit in this one backpack.” She takes my old clothes and seems pleased with them. We hug each other. I walk her to her bike. She rides off. Later that night she sends me a text, saying thank you for all that I did.
What does all this mean? It was a very interesting unexpected, and exciting week. It cost me about the same as staying at large all inclusive resort for the week. I had originally planned that, but I found a cheap accommodation, that I thought I could save money. I am glad it is over. I know now that I don’t owe her anything in the future, but I don’t think this is really the end
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