She texts me, “I want to come to your place at 7 tonight. I text back, “ok.”
I am waiting outside the gate for her. The dog has barked at her before, so I wanted to make sure she got in ok. While I was waiting, I wonder if she just wants to have sex to get money for her eyeglasses. What world is this when people fuck for eye wear? When I had no money for glasses, I just kept fixing them with tape. In her case, the first glance at her face from a potential client, means that she may earn money for the necessities of life.
This time the dog didn’t bark at her. She has been over to the homestay enough for the dog to know her. She asks, “can we go out?” I ask, “Do you want to eat fish? I know you don’t eat pork.” She says. “I want to go to that restaurant where I saw tourists dancing. It looks fun and I want to go.”
I order the grab to the restaurant that grills fish by the sidewalk. We walk out to the grab and she is holding my hand. She is acting like a school girl on a date. Ok, perhaps we are both acting. It is fun’s and it is a part of the experience. She continues to hold my hand when we are in the car. It is sort of the second date. Her hand is warm. The grab driver asks me questions about what I do and where I am from. I reply to the grab driver, “ I do construction on small remodeling projects. I say I like my job. It gives me flexibility to travel.” He says, I tried construction with my uncle during Covid, but it was too hard.”
We arrive at the restaurant. I order too much food because I don’t know how big the servings are at this restaurant. I order wine. As she is Muslim she doesn’t drink wine or eat pork. The not drinking may also be an economic decision. The government is Muslim. The government doesn’t restrict use of alcohol, but they discourage the use of it with high taxes. I order a Greek salad. I ask her, “ have you had a Greek salad? She says, “no.” I say, “You will like it.”
There are two men playing music. One 20 year old is playing the piano, and the other is singing. They are playing newer style of music than some of the other bars on the street. Then they play the a version of the song Imagine, by John Lennon. She says, “that is the Scorpions.” I ask questioning, “the band? “She says yes. I love the Scorpions.” I am wondering if the scorpions ever did a cover of Imagine. I am not too familiar with the band or their music, so I do a search and see it is a heavy metal band from Germany. I ask, “Do you like loud music?” She says, “ I love the scorpions. I listen to it loud.”
We finished dinner. I am stuffed. The band at the bar next door starts to play music. It is really loud. I ask her, “ Do you want to go there?” She says, “yes.” I pay the bill. She goes to the the toilet. There is only one toilet with a sink outside. I am outside waiting for her. She comes out and as I go in. As I go inside I trio over a bucket. As I am closing the door, I see her putting the bucket back in the right location. Very neat habits this woman has.
I want to smell the bathroom after she used it. I wonder what her poop or pee smells like. She use the words pee pee. It is cute use of language. I see sign above the lock to the toilet. It reads, pee pee alone, or pee pee with a stranger to indicate the direction of the lock. She didn’t leave a smell. Maybe she did pee pee.
We leave the restaurant and go next door. The restaurant has an old red vw combi bus in the corner which is used as the bar. It looks like the floor was removed so I was really only the shell. I ask her what the name of the restaurant means. She doesn’t know. I say, “Combi is the name of that vehicle”as I am pointing to it. I don’t think she understands what I am talking about. No worries I think.
We order drinks. She orders a fruit smoothie. I order red wine and a bottle of water. I drink my wine slowly, and really down the water. She is sitting on the other side of the table from me. We are looking at band and listening. I ask her, “Do you want to dance?” She says, “No, there are too many people.” The bar is actually quite empty. There is an older couple sitting next to us. I start up a conversation with them. “When are you from?” “We are from Perth. It is only two hours flight. When come to party and eat. And the beaches are great, but the beaches near Perth are the best in the world.”
I try to get her to dance. I ask, “ let’s dance!” but she says, “No , you go.” She looks very scared, but I get up and start to move motioning for her to come with me. A tall man about my ages see me trying get her to dance, and motions me to dance with him. He is trying to partner dance but he is too strong as a lead, and I don’t want to get hurt. I try to lead him, and I try to follow him but he does not have any concept of dancing together, except moving generally moving his body to the music. It is ok, I can do that too. After the song ended, I sit next to her I tried to sit next to her on the same seat. I say, “we can dance together while sitting. “ She leans back into me. We move to the music together.
The band takes a break. We sit and just hang out on the bench drinking our drinks. I spill my wine. She motions to the the waitress. She says something in the local language. She tells me, “I want them to clean it up because I do want her to fall.” Again she is very considerate of others.
We are sitting next to each other. She is holding my leg and gently stroking my leg. She says, “let’s go home.” I say “ok.” I pay the bill and order a grab. It says two minutes. I think, we don’t have much time. We get up and go outside. Although we get outside and after six minutes it still says it is coming in two minutes. The patience of the people here is amazing.
We get back to my place. She takes off her clothes and places them very gently on the bed. She has a different color of underwear. It is a very practical white. She wears the same red bra. She takes it off and says, “ I hate bras. They are very itchy.” I take all my clothes off. She lays back, on the bed. I touch her gently. Her clit is dry. I get some ky jelly and lube my finger. She has told me she likes one finger. I gently rest my hand on her crotch. I extend my finger into her vagina. I think she will cum tonight. I smell her desire to cum. I don’t think I will be able to cum. When having sex with her she puts an odd strain on my penis. I don’t think we are compatible on a long term basis. That is just one of many reasons, but tonight we will be compatible. I don’t know how to tell a short term lover that sex with them is fun, but the next day my penis hurts. I would like to tell her, but I don’t think she would understand the nuances of language to describe what is going on with our sex positions. Perhaps I don’t know myself. Anyway I am determined to make her cum. I am leaning on her right side. She is holding and stroking my hard penis. Her pressure is a bit hard. If she used oil on it, I would probably cum, but I want to feel her cum. It is so enjoyable to me to be next to a woman who is slowing getting aroused. What I am doing is working as I feel an increases in her breathing. I feel her body motions. I had read that inserting two fingers and hooking them uo inside is the way to make woman squirt. My two fingers are moving separately but in unison inside her. I feel the soft tissue inside which lies next to her hard bones. It is an amazing feeling for me to feel her moving, breathing. She cums. She whimpers a bit, her body is tense, and then it is relaxed.
She has told me that she is ticklish after cumming. Any touch tickles her. I get up and get a condom. I put a lot of ky jelly on it. She lays back on the bed, and opens her legs wide. I slowly enter her. I make some slow thrusts. She puts her arms around me and pulls me into her. I am slow and she moves her hips at a faster rate. I match her rhythm and keep it steady. She plays with and nibbles my breasts. Each time she bites I thrust into her. She knows she can control my thrusts with the intensity of her bites.
I moved her to the edge of the bed, so I could stand and fuck her, but my feet kept sliding on the floor. So I moved her up on the bed, she moved fully on the bed so I could mount her. I fuck with her rhythm. Slowly moving in and out. It seemed like she wanted to be faster, so I pushed my groin into her. I think she was doing everything she knew to have me finish, but it was working against me cumming. I pulled out and suggested that she get on top of me. She squats over my penis and as she grabbed my penis and guided it into her. Probably she is better about sticking things in her own vigania than some random stranger. She is dong squat thrusts on my penis. Again the angle is a bit wrong, so it hurt a bit. I try to have her sit on me but she doesn’t understand. I let her fuck me a bit but I still can’t cum. I have her pull out of me and I lay her back on the bed. I hope that I could fuck her until I cum. It does not seem like it was going to work. I lay back and pull out of her. She checks to see if I had cummed. I pull her against me. She is laying on the side of me. Her arms draped over me. Our breathing matches each other. I think this is why sex is so good for a couple to bond. It is the one time that they have the possibility to be synchronized. We are together at this point in time. I almost lose my composure and fall asleep. I feel her move. Is she getting up? She is just repositioning herself to hug me tighter. We stay there together a few more minutes. She gets up and goes to the bathroom. She doesn’t close the door. I hear her peeing and flush the toilet. I get up and pull my empty condom off my penis and wrap in a tissue, to add to the other used condoms and their wrappers in the room’s sole garbage can. I hear the shower. I think it would be fun to wash her back. I go in to the bathroom and she is squatting in the shower washing her vagina with the shower wand. The ky jelly probably doesn’t agree with her body. I ask her, “Do you want me to wash your back. She says, “no, I am not taking a shower, I took one before coming here.”
She finishes washing herself, and I give her a towel. I want a shower. I got a good sweat fucking her. Some of the jelly was around my crotch as well because a lot came out as we fucked. She is still naked when I came out of the bathroom but, she was just starting get dressed. I put my pants and shirt on.
I lay on the bed and motion for her to join me. She lays down beside me and hugs me. I tell her, “This week was very nice for me. I hope that you enjoyed it as well.” She sits up and we start to talk. I ask her “how is your job at the villa? How much do you make in a month? She tells me, “It is about the amount I pay each month for my room. There is nothing left over to pay for other things. Sometimes it is so hard. I have to ask people for money.” I am curious, so I ask her about her room. She says, “it is the same size as this room. It is the same layout of the room with the bathroom there.” I ask, “Is the kitchen outside like here?” “ Oh, no. The kitchen inside and is in the corner. It is is a small kitchen.” I wonder as she said she has two sons. Does she sleeps in one bed with her two sons? I ask myself so I ask her, “Do you sleep in the bed with your two sons.?” She replies, “ Of course, but only one son. One son lives in Java with his grandmother. When my ex left me my older son went to live with her. My younger son was just two and couldn’t be apart from me. My son needs the air conditioning to be able to sleep at night, and begs me to turn it on, even though we don’t have money.” I ask her about money, “Does your ex husband give you any money?” She says, “He doesn’t, but what hurts the most is that he doesn’t call to ask about his sons. They don’t have a father, just a mother.” I ask her, “What about the money she makes with sex? It didn’t seem you were shy when you approached me that night. It was late. What were you doing?” She says, “ I was at the circle having coffee with my friends when I saw you go by. That is why I approached you on my bike. I offer people rides. When they say no, I offer to give them a massage at their hotel room, and maybe something else. I tell them we could talk at their room.” This is exactly what she said to me that first night. When we got inside my room she had grabbed my penis as soon as the door was closed. So that is also what she does. She says, “I ask for money up front.” It must be a variable amount based upon the country the customer comes from. She says, “An Indian guy offered me 500.” Which is basically a third of what she asked me. “I turned that down, and I asked him for 750 ,and he agreed. I took it because I know that it is expensive for Indian guys.” I ask her if she likes it. She says in her adorable way to say yes, with a long y and s. “Yes, it is enjoyable. Sometimes people stay in resorts, and there are free soft drinks. The staff looks at me with a knowing expression. I don’t care, this is the island. People do what they want, and they say, Sorry, and you are to reply, That’s ok. Even if there is something bad between us, that is what we will say. I’m sorry, that’s Ok.”
She continues, “an Indian guy wanted two younger women. I know two women 21 and 19. I negotiate a price with him. I delivered the two girls to him and demanded payment first. I said to him just like I did to you the first time we met.”
She says, “sometimes they don’t pay the agreed price, or not pay at all.” I ask. “you have learned by experience?” She says, “”yes it is has been hard. When have to borrow money it is a 20 per cent per month. If I don’t pay they keep calling me until I pay at least the interest that month.” I ask her, “do you want to tell me your story?” She says, “I have a a long story. “ She starts to tell the story, then she starts to cry. She has tears in her eyes. I hug her. She pulls back and smiles and says, “ this is here, and we are happy her” and smiles big. In this conversation with her I could see that she is a beautiful person. Even though she doesn’t have a perfect body shape or this most captivating face, she is beautiful. I want to remember her as she looked at that this time of a woman who has overcome struggles with a smile and determination.
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