(fiction) Travelling Tales #2
Author's note: I've written a few stories so far and posted them on this blog. A number of themes keep popping up in my head: falling in love, polyamory, fidelity (or lack thereof), unconventional relationships. In the past, I've tried to keep the descriptions out of 'NC-17' territory. More because of where my comfort zone is (because of my impression of my own skill) than offending anyone. After all, don't write these stories with the thought in my mind of anyone else reading them, I just want to get them out of my skull. With that being said, reader beware, I'm treading in new territory with this group of vignettes.
The first days of the tour (Hanoi and the surrounding area) was interesting and a little odd. Odd in a good way; in that there was never a question that we weren't in Kansas anymore, Vietnam was foreign to my experience. A mix culture and history from a unfamiliar point of view, (the tour included visiting war memorials and guerrilla tunnels from the US/Vietnam conflict presented in a David vs. Goliath kind of way, where the Vietnamese overcame French colonialism and beat back the USA). We did a couple of excursions outside of the urban area, the scenery was gorgeous: winding rivers, terraced rice paddies, smallish villages, and surreal verdant mountain vistas.
Just before our last night in Hanoi (after packing to head off to our next stop), there was a knock at the door. When I answered it a slightly nervous woman greeted me with a little wave. Jessica was attractive in a 'fresh faced college student' sort of way: young, pretty, bouncy. She had jet black hair in a 'pixie cut', sky blue eyes, and a constellation of freckles that graced the bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks. I exerted some effort to keep my eyes locked on hers, instead of drinking in her barely concealed (and rather generous) bust. Up until now, we had only chatted a few times. I mean, we got along fine, we didn't know each other well, but over the course of the previous few days we had gotten acquainted. I found myself breakfasting with her and her college friends that joined her on the trip, or we might've had a few conversations during a guided visit to some site, but, this was literally the first time we've been alone together, so I was quite surprised how events unfolded.
"Hey, you have a minute?" She asked while peering over my shoulder, as if to see if I was alone.
"Sure, did you want to come in?" I asked, and opened the door wider to allow her to pass. She jauntily pranced into the room, I noted (discreetly, I'd hoped) the pleasant jiggle of her plush bottom.
"Thanks...I hope you don't mind me imposing."
"Not at all, have a seat, did you want something to drink? I'm sorry, the beer might be warm...uh, maybe I could order a pot of tea, or did you prefer iced coffee?... Anyway, I was just reading up on the next leg of the tour, I've missed just hanging out on a beach and Lang Co looks nice." I responded while showing her a photo on my smartphone. She looked at it briefly, apparently not particularly interested, nor did she reply to my offer of a beverage. She just sat on the edge of my bed. (It was the only seat in the room) Something obviously had her vexed. "So, what's up? How can I help?" I asked.
"I can't believe I'm asking...um...do you have any frangers...er, condoms?" She asked, a little nervously.
I could sympathize with her need, and her unease. I wasn't sure how reliable those products would be if acquired locally, and to have to ask me, just about a complete stranger, for such an intimate item must've been daunting.
"Sure, hold on a moment." I stepped to the closet and started rummaging through my day bag. In one of the myriad of pockets I knew I had a couple tucked...somewhere... For whatever reason which pocket I had squirreled a pack into was eluding me. Thanks to an earlier shopping trip (in Japan) to a commissary near the U.S. Naval station, several dozen of my preferred American brand were in my larger bag, but I didn't want to look like some kind of pervert by advertising that I'd packed away so many in my luggage. I was idly curious which of the 'Queensland Boys' was the lucky one. Then exclaimed "Aha! I knew I had some somewhere!" The treasure I was seeking was in the 'hidden' pocket on the over-flap. When I turned and triumphantly held up my prize, I froze, the pair of packets dropped from my suddenly numb fingers as I beheld Jessica. She was nude and reclining alluringly before me.
"Put one on" she said.
"What?"
"Put one on." she repeated. "No glove, no love. I'm in the mood to have a naughty, so you need to wear one."
"I understand what you are saying...but..." I was about to say that this had never happened to me, but my experiences in Japan would make that a lie. At the same time, I was ready to cut diamonds.
"Don't you want to? No, I see that you do..."(and then as if to herself, barely audible under her breath) "c'mon Jessie, be bold..." Then after apparently mustering her courage, she said in a firmer voice: "C'mere, let's have some fun."
"Slow down a bit, I mean why me?"
"Seriously? do you really care?"
"I do."
"Why not you? There isn't reason involved; I just want to, with whom I want, and I reckon you're decent enough bloke." Then she added while ticking off points with her fingers. "Besides, I'm not a homewrecker, so Hans and Jerry are out. Flynn spends most of his time banging with Betty in my room, I think the other 'Queensland boys' are more interested in each other than me, and our tour-guide just isn't my type."
"So process of elimination then?"
"Not really, you were my first choice anyway, I mean I do have preferences and I'd like to think that I know what I want when I see it..."
"Now you're just trying to flatter me...There are plenty of boys at UNSW, you're very attractive, I'm sure you could have your pick."
"I'm not at USNW now, and regardless, like you said, they're boys. I want a man. I don't need some wanker... er... overexcited juvenile, fumbling about in my nethers then bragging to his frat-boy clique about it..."
"Sorry, did I touch a nerve?"
"I'll let you make it up to me. After we're done, you can rub my feet."
"I still don't get it, I mean just what is going through your head?"
"I'm randy, I don't want strings attached, I want...you know what I want. You don't need to think too much about it, I know I'm not going to. It's just that I'm on vacation and I want a bit of a cheeky root, you know, have some discreet adult horizontal fun time? Let's not make a fuss; it's recreational, and not too long from now from now, we'll part ways, never to see each other again. Isn't that what men want most?"
Trip #2: Southeast Asia, "Time to Play"
A tour guide greeted me at the Hanoi airport baggage claim, and, once a few other members of our group joined us, we migrated to where a mini-van was waiting to take us to our hotel. When the sliding glass door opened to let us out of the terminal, a blast of hot humid air assaulted us. By the time we reached the van, I was already damp with sweat. In that moment I realized how I had managed to book this tour so cheaply, July was hot, and in the northern part of the country, headed towards the peak of the rainy season. Even though this would be considered 'high season' for tourism (in other parts of the country), the packages tended to be aimed at those who travel on a shoestring (college students on break, backpackers, and the adventurous). Discriminating tourists visited in April or during the 'winter' months when the days tended to be cooler and drier. I had only been in this country for a few minutes, and already wanted a shower. As if the gods were reading my mind, it started to rain. I started second-guessing my choice to vacation here. It was stupid hot, sticky-humid and the rain brought no relief.
After a short ride (parts of it white-knuckle inducing as we zipped in and out of traffic on packed streets, slick with rain), we arrived at our hotel. We'd have a reception/meeting after settling into our rooms to discuss any tweaks to the itinerary, and to introduce us to Vietnamese cuisine.
I was the odd single in the block of rooms for the tour. Also in the group were four twenty something college students, stereotypical 'frat boys' travelling form the University of Queensland, another college group: girls from UNSW (University of New South Wales), as well as two married couples; one from Austria, one from Oregon, to round out our group of a 'baker's dozen plus' of tourists. Everyone seemed nice. I mean, usually, if you get a group of twelve to fifteen folks together, someone is going to stand out as being high maintenance (a 'Karen'), or a complainer just looking for something to target their frustration on, or whatever. In this group we didn't seem to have that person. (Did I not see that person, because that person was me?) Maybe because we were there on the off season, and everyone had a different attitude? As if we knew ahead of time that there were going to be challenges, so, the sheets not being the right thread-count or whatever just wasn't going to be a 'thing'. I liked that everyone seemed so down-to-earth. We all got along and we had interesting conversations, and we were all cordial. At least that was my initial impression after our first meal, and time spent socializing as a group.
After a short ride (parts of it white-knuckle inducing as we zipped in and out of traffic on packed streets, slick with rain), we arrived at our hotel. We'd have a reception/meeting after settling into our rooms to discuss any tweaks to the itinerary, and to introduce us to Vietnamese cuisine.
I was the odd single in the block of rooms for the tour. Also in the group were four twenty something college students, stereotypical 'frat boys' travelling form the University of Queensland, another college group: girls from UNSW (University of New South Wales), as well as two married couples; one from Austria, one from Oregon, to round out our group of a 'baker's dozen plus' of tourists. Everyone seemed nice. I mean, usually, if you get a group of twelve to fifteen folks together, someone is going to stand out as being high maintenance (a 'Karen'), or a complainer just looking for something to target their frustration on, or whatever. In this group we didn't seem to have that person. (Did I not see that person, because that person was me?) Maybe because we were there on the off season, and everyone had a different attitude? As if we knew ahead of time that there were going to be challenges, so, the sheets not being the right thread-count or whatever just wasn't going to be a 'thing'. I liked that everyone seemed so down-to-earth. We all got along and we had interesting conversations, and we were all cordial. At least that was my initial impression after our first meal, and time spent socializing as a group.
The first days of the tour (Hanoi and the surrounding area) was interesting and a little odd. Odd in a good way; in that there was never a question that we weren't in Kansas anymore, Vietnam was foreign to my experience. A mix culture and history from a unfamiliar point of view, (the tour included visiting war memorials and guerrilla tunnels from the US/Vietnam conflict presented in a David vs. Goliath kind of way, where the Vietnamese overcame French colonialism and beat back the USA). We did a couple of excursions outside of the urban area, the scenery was gorgeous: winding rivers, terraced rice paddies, smallish villages, and surreal verdant mountain vistas.
Just before our last night in Hanoi (after packing to head off to our next stop), there was a knock at the door. When I answered it a slightly nervous woman greeted me with a little wave. Jessica was attractive in a 'fresh faced college student' sort of way: young, pretty, bouncy. She had jet black hair in a 'pixie cut', sky blue eyes, and a constellation of freckles that graced the bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks. I exerted some effort to keep my eyes locked on hers, instead of drinking in her barely concealed (and rather generous) bust. Up until now, we had only chatted a few times. I mean, we got along fine, we didn't know each other well, but over the course of the previous few days we had gotten acquainted. I found myself breakfasting with her and her college friends that joined her on the trip, or we might've had a few conversations during a guided visit to some site, but, this was literally the first time we've been alone together, so I was quite surprised how events unfolded.
"Hey, you have a minute?" She asked while peering over my shoulder, as if to see if I was alone.
"Sure, did you want to come in?" I asked, and opened the door wider to allow her to pass. She jauntily pranced into the room, I noted (discreetly, I'd hoped) the pleasant jiggle of her plush bottom.
"Thanks...I hope you don't mind me imposing."
"Not at all, have a seat, did you want something to drink? I'm sorry, the beer might be warm...uh, maybe I could order a pot of tea, or did you prefer iced coffee?... Anyway, I was just reading up on the next leg of the tour, I've missed just hanging out on a beach and Lang Co looks nice." I responded while showing her a photo on my smartphone. She looked at it briefly, apparently not particularly interested, nor did she reply to my offer of a beverage. She just sat on the edge of my bed. (It was the only seat in the room) Something obviously had her vexed. "So, what's up? How can I help?" I asked.
"I can't believe I'm asking...um...do you have any frangers...er, condoms?" She asked, a little nervously.
I could sympathize with her need, and her unease. I wasn't sure how reliable those products would be if acquired locally, and to have to ask me, just about a complete stranger, for such an intimate item must've been daunting.
"Sure, hold on a moment." I stepped to the closet and started rummaging through my day bag. In one of the myriad of pockets I knew I had a couple tucked...somewhere... For whatever reason which pocket I had squirreled a pack into was eluding me. Thanks to an earlier shopping trip (in Japan) to a commissary near the U.S. Naval station, several dozen of my preferred American brand were in my larger bag, but I didn't want to look like some kind of pervert by advertising that I'd packed away so many in my luggage. I was idly curious which of the 'Queensland Boys' was the lucky one. Then exclaimed "Aha! I knew I had some somewhere!" The treasure I was seeking was in the 'hidden' pocket on the over-flap. When I turned and triumphantly held up my prize, I froze, the pair of packets dropped from my suddenly numb fingers as I beheld Jessica. She was nude and reclining alluringly before me.
"Put one on" she said.
"What?"
"Put one on." she repeated. "No glove, no love. I'm in the mood to have a naughty, so you need to wear one."
"I understand what you are saying...but..." I was about to say that this had never happened to me, but my experiences in Japan would make that a lie. At the same time, I was ready to cut diamonds.
"Don't you want to? No, I see that you do..."(and then as if to herself, barely audible under her breath) "c'mon Jessie, be bold..." Then after apparently mustering her courage, she said in a firmer voice: "C'mere, let's have some fun."
"Slow down a bit, I mean why me?"
"Seriously? do you really care?"
"I do."
"Why not you? There isn't reason involved; I just want to, with whom I want, and I reckon you're decent enough bloke." Then she added while ticking off points with her fingers. "Besides, I'm not a homewrecker, so Hans and Jerry are out. Flynn spends most of his time banging with Betty in my room, I think the other 'Queensland boys' are more interested in each other than me, and our tour-guide just isn't my type."
"So process of elimination then?"
"Not really, you were my first choice anyway, I mean I do have preferences and I'd like to think that I know what I want when I see it..."
"Now you're just trying to flatter me...There are plenty of boys at UNSW, you're very attractive, I'm sure you could have your pick."
"I'm not at USNW now, and regardless, like you said, they're boys. I want a man. I don't need some wanker... er... overexcited juvenile, fumbling about in my nethers then bragging to his frat-boy clique about it..."
"Sorry, did I touch a nerve?"
"I'll let you make it up to me. After we're done, you can rub my feet."
"I still don't get it, I mean just what is going through your head?"
"I'm randy, I don't want strings attached, I want...you know what I want. You don't need to think too much about it, I know I'm not going to. It's just that I'm on vacation and I want a bit of a cheeky root, you know, have some discreet adult horizontal fun time? Let's not make a fuss; it's recreational, and not too long from now from now, we'll part ways, never to see each other again. Isn't that what men want most?"
"Only in adult forums and fantasy novels...well maybe some men do, y'know pick up artists and whatnot. I guess I've never, well almost never, took sex so lightly. I barely know you..."
"Look, I don't want to date, I want to fuck; but if it makes you feel better...I like you, you've been nothing but nice to me since the moment we've met, holding doors and whatnot. You're interesting to talk to, and even if a little scruffy looking, I still think you're a bit of alright...There's just something that makes me want to...Now, take off you clothes and get in bed with me."
"Well, since you put it that way..."
A few moments later we were (both) naked in bed together, before I took things any further I looked into her eyes. She seemed confident, serious, unflinching. The mood was too heavy, so I tickled her. She had an adorable laugh and a cute smile. I still thought something was wrong. I hesitated. She wasn't having it. Exasperated, she grabbed my ears and pulled my face down to hers. When our lips finally met, she melted in my arms, all the tension we apparently had pent up left us all at once.
"You're sure about this?" I asked.
She nodded and tightened her embrace. We took our time having some adult fun.
Later, Jessica was humming while I was rubbing her feet.
"You're very good at giving foot rubs...it's the perfect dessert after a thorough shagging." She cooed.
"Thanks, I aim to please."
We chatted about a number of topics; college, everyday differences between Australia and the U.S., our trip so far, what's on our respective bucket lists for future travel. Eventually the conversation came around to something more relevant to the situation we found ourselves in (two consenting adults, naked, in bed).
"What are your plans for the rest of this trip? I mean did you have your eye on one of the other girls or..." she asked.
"Actually, I wasn't looking to...um, I didn't think that I would...I mean I didn't think about anyone... You kind of threw me for a loop." I responded. I was a little flustered and not really looking to starting a relationship, but I didn't really know what to say.
"So...you okay with playing with me in the meantime?"
"Playing with you?"
"Yea, I want to do this again and there are a few things I've always wanted to try."
We then had a refreshingly frank discussion about our respective preferences, I told her about some lines I wouldn't cross, she told me about some things she didn't like and some things she was interested in exploring, We agreed on a safe word (watermelon), and exchanged contact information. Informally, we agreed to be 'fuck-buddies', we were not dating, she wasn't going to share my room and we avoided talking about anything beyond the tour; however, I gave her my spare key. She informed me that if she wanted to act out a fantasy, she'd let me know by telling me it was 'time to play'. My time in Vietnam and Cambodia was shaping up to be anything but uneventful.
I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I returned: Sherry had let her hair down and was reclined alluringly on my bed, both her and the bed were covered with a sprinkling of white flower petals (and nothing else). Something gauzy fluttered in front of the open window, filtering the light while allowing a gentle breeze of sea-scented air into the room. It felt like the setting of some perfume commercial.
"Well, since you put it that way..."
A few moments later we were (both) naked in bed together, before I took things any further I looked into her eyes. She seemed confident, serious, unflinching. The mood was too heavy, so I tickled her. She had an adorable laugh and a cute smile. I still thought something was wrong. I hesitated. She wasn't having it. Exasperated, she grabbed my ears and pulled my face down to hers. When our lips finally met, she melted in my arms, all the tension we apparently had pent up left us all at once.
"You're sure about this?" I asked.
She nodded and tightened her embrace. We took our time having some adult fun.
Later, Jessica was humming while I was rubbing her feet.
"You're very good at giving foot rubs...it's the perfect dessert after a thorough shagging." She cooed.
"Thanks, I aim to please."
We chatted about a number of topics; college, everyday differences between Australia and the U.S., our trip so far, what's on our respective bucket lists for future travel. Eventually the conversation came around to something more relevant to the situation we found ourselves in (two consenting adults, naked, in bed).
"What are your plans for the rest of this trip? I mean did you have your eye on one of the other girls or..." she asked.
"Actually, I wasn't looking to...um, I didn't think that I would...I mean I didn't think about anyone... You kind of threw me for a loop." I responded. I was a little flustered and not really looking to starting a relationship, but I didn't really know what to say.
"So...you okay with playing with me in the meantime?"
"Playing with you?"
"Yea, I want to do this again and there are a few things I've always wanted to try."
We then had a refreshingly frank discussion about our respective preferences, I told her about some lines I wouldn't cross, she told me about some things she didn't like and some things she was interested in exploring, We agreed on a safe word (watermelon), and exchanged contact information. Informally, we agreed to be 'fuck-buddies', we were not dating, she wasn't going to share my room and we avoided talking about anything beyond the tour; however, I gave her my spare key. She informed me that if she wanted to act out a fantasy, she'd let me know by telling me it was 'time to play'. My time in Vietnam and Cambodia was shaping up to be anything but uneventful.
*****
The group transferred by ancient bus (then ancient sketchy boat) to some out of the way 'resort' on Halong Bay. The incredible scenery more than made up for the low end accommodations. For the next couple of days the group would explore the coastline: kayaking and partaking of other maritime activities. We also spent time complaining about the inadequate air conditioning. Over the next couple of nights, Jessica and I tried multiple configurations and 'ways to play'. Some things we're more fun than I expected, like using her toys on her. Some things were utter failures: dominance/submissive games don't work if both participants want to be the 'dom', and both think being the 'sub' isn't much fun. Some things we tried had mixed results; for example, going down on her drove her wild, but reciprocating turned her off, and we discovered that porn producers are liars: butt play cannot be spontaneous. Preparation is required, it's messy, and there is no such thing as 'too much lube'.
We were getting comfortable, we figured out what we both liked and, surprisingly, it was rather vanilla, but still lots of fun.
What disappointed me was that during the day Jessie didn't seem to have time for me. She hung out with her college friends and was outwardly cordial, but, I was just another member of the tour group. I reminded myself that she told me the score, and I knew that after this trip we would not keep in touch. I guess I wanted my cake and to eat it too. It felt that I was being too easily dismissed. She should be the one yearning for more, I should be the one being aloof. At least that's what I seemed to be telling myself. I mentally kicked myself; she's an Australian college student, nearly a decade my junior and wants to share my bed (and not have any strings attached) I should just enjoy it while I can and understand that anything beyond this tour wouldn't be practical anyway.
Then she threw me for a loop (again).
"Good morning, sugar. It's time to play" She whispered huskily.
"Hmmm? Sure" I responded groggily, still mostly asleep. "Gimme a minute...what would you like to do?"
"Just lie there and relax, I have it all taken care of." She responded, then started kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobe while pulling the sheet away from my waist. She kissed me again just as I experienced the unmistakable sensation of being fellated.
"Mitsuko?" I mumbled, my still sleep addled brain jumped to the conclusion that somehow, magically, my recent companion from Japan was transported to my bed. It seemed reasonable at the time. I wasn't fully awake (and we drank a bit the night before), some of the blood that should be feeding my brain was diverted elsewhere, and I knew that Jessie was busy kissing my neck and didn't like giving blow jobs, yet, I was definitely getting one. I looked down to see who was taking care of me. I could see to top of her head bobbing. Her pony tail, the color of a black cherry, bounced as she labored. Somehow she sensed I was looking at her and she looked up at me, our eyes met. I recognized her, she was one of Jessie's college friends and a member of our tour group.
"Good morning, Sir." She said before returning to her work.
"Indeed it is Sherry" I responded, blissfully.
"You like? Hmm?" Jessie asked. "She says she loves giving head, and I found out that she's a bit of a 'sub'. I reckoned that I'd bring her to you as a little present." Then she added conspiratorially: "If you want to turn her on, you need to take charge, she likes it a bit rough."
I looked down again, Sherry's expression (obviously) was hard to read. I surmised that look in her eyes was pleading. So I (gently) ran my fingers through her hair, then grasped her pony tail and used it to push her head down. She moaned joyously in response. Indeed, she seemed to like me in charge. We proceeded in that fashion and had a nice rhythm going for a bit... then, although I hated to interrupt, I wasn't going to last if I let this go on.
"Well, aren't you a treat to wake up to? Stop for a moment and let me take a look at you."
She did as she was told and posed alluringly at the foot of the bed. She turned several times so that I could drink in every angle. She was wearing a short halter that barely covered her perky breasts and revealed her toned waist. She had a lean athletic build, not wiry like a runner, more like a dancer or gymnast. Her 'boy shorts' accentuated her hips and butt (which was quite nice). "Yes, you're very pretty. Jessie says that you're a present for me. What do you think? Should I make you my plaything?"
"Please." she said as she got off the bed and gracefully lowered herself to he knees.
"Please, what? What do you want?"
"Please, make me yours."
"Do you have a safe word?" I asked as I moved to stand in front of her
"Watermelon." She replied simply, before again taking me into her mouth. She brought her hands up to either side of my hips. I concluded that Sherry and Jessie must've talked in detail, for Sherry to know the safe word that Jessie and I had agreed on.
Jessie pressed herself against my back and whispered to me: "Take her." She guided my hands to either side of Sherry's head, then coaxed my hips forward. Sherry tugged, subtly letting me know how far and how fast she could take. "That's it, like that, she loves it." Jessie reached down, briefly fondling Sherry under her shorts. "She's sopping wet...taste... she's yours. Don't hold back." Jessie goaded me, like the prototypical devil on my shoulder. She would alternately kiss me and whisper in my ear as I pistoned in Sherry's face. Sherry moaned, apparently enjoying it; sloppily slurping and drooling. Before long I erupted. Sherry continued her ministrations until I was spent and sat back on the bed, she wiped her chin, then licked her fingers. Jessie pulled me into a deep kiss.
"Give me your hand." Jessie interrupted our make out session, and my fondling of her to unlock my phone.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Give us a tic, I want to make some memories" She replied, then to Sherry she commanded: "You, strip...slowly." I wasn't sure if she was taking stills or video, but she started making a 'shooing' motion with her free hand, urging me out of the room. I put something on, grabbed my dopp kit and went to the bathroom (this hotel was cheap the shared bath was down the hall). I took my time with my morning ablutions, dedicating extra care to my grooming routine of shaving, tooth care, washing etc. I wanted to give my guests the few minutes they were asking for.
We were getting comfortable, we figured out what we both liked and, surprisingly, it was rather vanilla, but still lots of fun.
What disappointed me was that during the day Jessie didn't seem to have time for me. She hung out with her college friends and was outwardly cordial, but, I was just another member of the tour group. I reminded myself that she told me the score, and I knew that after this trip we would not keep in touch. I guess I wanted my cake and to eat it too. It felt that I was being too easily dismissed. She should be the one yearning for more, I should be the one being aloof. At least that's what I seemed to be telling myself. I mentally kicked myself; she's an Australian college student, nearly a decade my junior and wants to share my bed (and not have any strings attached) I should just enjoy it while I can and understand that anything beyond this tour wouldn't be practical anyway.
Then she threw me for a loop (again).
"Good morning, sugar. It's time to play" She whispered huskily.
"Hmmm? Sure" I responded groggily, still mostly asleep. "Gimme a minute...what would you like to do?"
"Just lie there and relax, I have it all taken care of." She responded, then started kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobe while pulling the sheet away from my waist. She kissed me again just as I experienced the unmistakable sensation of being fellated.
"Mitsuko?" I mumbled, my still sleep addled brain jumped to the conclusion that somehow, magically, my recent companion from Japan was transported to my bed. It seemed reasonable at the time. I wasn't fully awake (and we drank a bit the night before), some of the blood that should be feeding my brain was diverted elsewhere, and I knew that Jessie was busy kissing my neck and didn't like giving blow jobs, yet, I was definitely getting one. I looked down to see who was taking care of me. I could see to top of her head bobbing. Her pony tail, the color of a black cherry, bounced as she labored. Somehow she sensed I was looking at her and she looked up at me, our eyes met. I recognized her, she was one of Jessie's college friends and a member of our tour group.
"Good morning, Sir." She said before returning to her work.
"Indeed it is Sherry" I responded, blissfully.
"You like? Hmm?" Jessie asked. "She says she loves giving head, and I found out that she's a bit of a 'sub'. I reckoned that I'd bring her to you as a little present." Then she added conspiratorially: "If you want to turn her on, you need to take charge, she likes it a bit rough."
I looked down again, Sherry's expression (obviously) was hard to read. I surmised that look in her eyes was pleading. So I (gently) ran my fingers through her hair, then grasped her pony tail and used it to push her head down. She moaned joyously in response. Indeed, she seemed to like me in charge. We proceeded in that fashion and had a nice rhythm going for a bit... then, although I hated to interrupt, I wasn't going to last if I let this go on.
"Well, aren't you a treat to wake up to? Stop for a moment and let me take a look at you."
She did as she was told and posed alluringly at the foot of the bed. She turned several times so that I could drink in every angle. She was wearing a short halter that barely covered her perky breasts and revealed her toned waist. She had a lean athletic build, not wiry like a runner, more like a dancer or gymnast. Her 'boy shorts' accentuated her hips and butt (which was quite nice). "Yes, you're very pretty. Jessie says that you're a present for me. What do you think? Should I make you my plaything?"
"Please." she said as she got off the bed and gracefully lowered herself to he knees.
"Please, what? What do you want?"
"Please, make me yours."
"Do you have a safe word?" I asked as I moved to stand in front of her
"Watermelon." She replied simply, before again taking me into her mouth. She brought her hands up to either side of my hips. I concluded that Sherry and Jessie must've talked in detail, for Sherry to know the safe word that Jessie and I had agreed on.
Jessie pressed herself against my back and whispered to me: "Take her." She guided my hands to either side of Sherry's head, then coaxed my hips forward. Sherry tugged, subtly letting me know how far and how fast she could take. "That's it, like that, she loves it." Jessie reached down, briefly fondling Sherry under her shorts. "She's sopping wet...taste... she's yours. Don't hold back." Jessie goaded me, like the prototypical devil on my shoulder. She would alternately kiss me and whisper in my ear as I pistoned in Sherry's face. Sherry moaned, apparently enjoying it; sloppily slurping and drooling. Before long I erupted. Sherry continued her ministrations until I was spent and sat back on the bed, she wiped her chin, then licked her fingers. Jessie pulled me into a deep kiss.
"Give me your hand." Jessie interrupted our make out session, and my fondling of her to unlock my phone.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Give us a tic, I want to make some memories" She replied, then to Sherry she commanded: "You, strip...slowly." I wasn't sure if she was taking stills or video, but she started making a 'shooing' motion with her free hand, urging me out of the room. I put something on, grabbed my dopp kit and went to the bathroom (this hotel was cheap the shared bath was down the hall). I took my time with my morning ablutions, dedicating extra care to my grooming routine of shaving, tooth care, washing etc. I wanted to give my guests the few minutes they were asking for.
*****
Jessie sauntered over and lifted my chin (I had not realized I was agape).
"You like? Isn't she gorgeous?" She asked.
"..." I failed to respond
"Oh, I see at least part of you likes...anyway, she's for you and I'm going to film it."
"What are you going to call your little production?"
"The Deflowering, or The Virgin Sacrifice, or something similar."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Nope, you're going to be her first. She chose you. Now, get busy..." then she whispered: "but unlike before, I want you to be gentle. Take you're time with her...it's her first time after all, well not entirely, I popped her cherry with one of my toys, but that was like a year a go, I mean you'll be her first man to go there...I digress. Go!"
The last word was delivered with a shove to my back. I practically fell into Sherry's welcoming arms, we kissed and...I can't call it anything but magical. I could count the number of paramours I've had in my lifetime on my fingers, and still have a few digits left over, still I'd never gotten the 'feels' like I had from Sherry with my first kiss. I might've just fallen in love, and I didn't want that feeling to end. For some time I didn't care about anything but the wonderful woman in my arms and kissing her. It didn't matter that we were nude, and not alone, nor what Jessie expected of us...I forgot Jessie was even there.
"Is this what you want, Sherry? I'm happy with anything..."
"I want to make love, with you." She replied while rubbing me in a way that left no ambiguity...practically establishing a fait accompli.
"Just a sec, I just need to grab a..." I said as I fumbled around the nightstand, seeking a condom.
"No, I don't want anything between us, and we don't need that. I'm on the pill..." She responded while rendering my point moot, she'd positioned me in such a way that when she rolled her hips upwards we were already 'there', I took her hint and gently went the rest of the way. Just a few seconds later, she gasped, I felt the telltale palpitations in her nethers, already she was climaxing.
"Already?" I asked, half jokingly
"Don't stop, please...maybe you could...a little harder?"
I worked to please her, there wasn't any more conversation. Just kissing and tender caresses, and two people expressing physical affection...some time later we were laying beside each other, trying to catch our breath.
"That was..."
"Wonderful!" Sherry interjected, as she swung a leg over to straddle me. We kissed deeply. "Do me again." She pleaded, while roiling her hips, grinding.
*****
The tour proceeded to Ho Chi Minh City and then we crossed into Cambodia and visited Ankor Wat. I don't mean to gloss over the sites/experiences of Vietnam and Cambodia, both are beautiful countries with many friendly residents. It just seemed that more and more of my attention was directed to Sherry and Jessica and away from 'the tour' which was drawing to a close. I had plans to fry to Sri Lanka next, but I was having mixed feelings. Jessie's 'playtimes' were lots of fun, and Sherry and I were also getting closer. I wasn't sure I was ready end our time together.
Apparently, I wasn't alone with my concerns. I was packing, and I was getting my nerve up to express my feelings when there was a knock at the door. I suspected it was one of 'my' girls, I felt a weight in the pit of my stomach this was 'it'. I opened the door.
"So..." I said to Jessica, who had knocked. She jumped into my arms and kissed me fiercely.
"Come home with me, to Sydney."
"What am I going to do? I mean you have your classes at what not, will you even have time for me? Besides, my tickets require me to go East, I can't afford..."
"Excuses, excuses. I like what we have going, do you want more of that or not?"
"Of course I want more, but, is it even possible? I mean tickets...and what, I'll need a job (and a work visa?) and to find a place to stay in Sydney and..."
"Pish Posh, all problems that can be solved with money. I have access to plenty of that. All that matters is: what do you want?"
"What?"
"I said, I like what we have going, I want more of that, if you want that too, I'll make it happen."
"What about Sherry?"
"She's part of it, part of 'us', don't you like playing? don't you want us anymore?"
"Oh, Jess, I want what you're offering so much it hurts but..."
"No buts, you're packed. Let's go, I need to buy you a ticket to Sydney. Hopefully we can be on the same flight...I can't wait until we get home, there's so much I want to show you..."
"Ok, I'm in."
"Really?! Brilliant! that makes me so happy. Sherry is going to be chuffed as well..." she kissed me again. "We still have time for a quick one." she said as she bent over and hiked up her skirt, "How 'bout it?"
I delivered a smart spank, not hard, but it had a satisfying 'slap', "You are naughty, why should I reward such behavior?"
She cooed, "Please?"
*****
That afternoon, for the first time in my life, I wasn't flying 'coach'. A short hop to Singapore, a layover (and a stay in the "Kris Flyer Gold" lounge: complete with a 'nap', shower, massage, and a nice meal - someone called ahead and new clothes awaited me as well) then an overnight flight to Sydney. I arrived 'down under' feeling somewhat special. Spoiled even. My companions seemed to have transformed also. Jessica was dressed nicely; a smart dress that showed off her curves nicely, something far too fancy for the budget tour we'd just left. Sherry was 'dressed down' wearing something like a tracksuit, but the designer labels told the tale, she wasn't 'slumming'.
I felt somewhat out of place. The khakis, the button down shirt, and the blazer someone sourced for me at the Singapore airport fit well enough, and I felt alright on the plane; however, when the Rolls-Royce stopped in front of us, and the chauffer held the door for me to enter, once again I experienced culture shock. This seemed to be a recurring theme. I wasn't in Kansas anymore.
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