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  Our hotel wasn’t on the beach and didn’t own any beaches, so we had to go to the public beaches.

  We didn’t want to be stuck on the picturesque beaches of Bali in our clothes and we didn’t want to go back to the villa to change either. By this point it would have wasted a lot of time.

  “Let’s just go somewhere else and go to the beach later,” I suggested, but Liam really wanted to go to the beach.

  We were in Bali. One of the main reasons people come here is for the beach.

  “We can change right here,” Liam said to me quietly. “In the taxi.”

  He was trying to speak quietly enough that the taxi driver wouldn’t hear us, but it was a pretty small car.

  “I don’t think he’d like that,” I told Liam, referring to the taxi driver. “We don’t want to offend people on our first full day.”

  “No mind,” the taxi driver told us. “My cab are your cab. Make yourself at home.”

  Liam’s plan to be whisper quiet wasn’t very successful.

  I wanted to give the taxi driver a dirty look, but he was busy watching the road, thankfully. I didn’t want an audience while I changed into my bathing suit, so Liam came up with a plan.

  “I tell you what,” Liam told the taxi driver. “If we can get changed in the back of your cab without you paying any attention, we’ll use you as our permanent driver for the rest of our stay in Bali.”

  “I can do that,” the taxi driver told us. “Absolutely, no problem.”

  “You can’t look at us at all,” Liam told him. By “us” Liam mostly meant me. He didn’t care if anyone saw him change, but he knew I didn’t want an audience.

  The driver immediately agreed and seemed far happier at the prospect of a steady gig than the chance to sneak a peek at me. I guess a guaranteed income is better than watching me strip.

  I still wasn’t excited about changing in the back of a taxi.

  “It will be a good test to see how professional this guy is,” Liam said to me. Of course, the driver could hear everything we were saying.

  I think part of Liam wanted the driver to watch me change. I wanted privacy and, maybe more importantly, I didn’t want to crash because the driver wasn’t watching the road.

  Changing into bikini bottoms while you’re sitting down is easy enough to do without anyone seeing anything, but the top is harder — especially in such a small space. When I took off my shirt, Liam draped it over me, but he did a terrible job. If there were any paparazzi cameras in that taxi they would have gotten some great shots of my boobs. I took off my bra and put on the bikini top in record time.

  It turned out I didn’t have anything to worry about. The economy was more important to our driver than a quick boob flash. While we changed, we both kept an eye on the driver and his eyes never even glanced at the rearview mirror. He passed the test. Though I really think you should check the rearview mirror from time to time while you’re driving.

  When we got to the beach we saw that the driver was right and there wasn’t any place to change, but there was a restaurant. We could have easily used their restrooms.

  It was a nice enough beach, but I didn’t feel like I was in some tropical paradise. It just seemed like any old beach to me. There was nothing special about it. The water was warm, but it didn’t feel like tropical paradise water. Maybe the private beaches are better, but you have to stay at the fancy hotels that own those beaches if you want to use them.

  It was dirtier than I expected. You expect tropical beaches to be pristine, but any beach on an island as popular as Bali isn’t going to be untouched virgin territory. It was still cleaner than Hong Kong beaches.

  For whatever reason, the people in Hong Kong — and much of China — don’t care about their beaches at all. A lot of beaches that should be beautiful little hideaways are nothing but unofficial garbage dumps. People throw their trash all over the place in China and a lot of what gets dumped into the water finds its way onto the beaches. It’s not that the people don’t know. It’s just that they don’t want to care.

  It was a cloudy day and looked like it might rain later, but there was enough sun to stay warm.

  After sitting around the beach for a while, we ate lunch at the restaurant on the beach. It was a nice restaurant with a really good view of the beach, but I knew we were eating tourist food instead of any kind of authentic food the locals eat. It was also a lot more expensive than probably what the people in Indonesia pay for food. It wasn’t expensive by Hong Kong standards, but compared to what we paid for food at the grocery store, the prices were pretty high. The groceries we got earlier were practically free compared to Hong Kong groceries.

  After lunch we went back to the villa. There was still a lot of Bali left to discover, but we were both a little tired and this was supposed to be a relaxing trip. We also really liked the villa and didn’t mind spending more time there than you would in a regular hotel room.

  Usually when I go on vacation I mostly just use the hotel to sleep. I like to spend as much time as possible checking out the sites and exploring wherever I am. I don’t go on vacation to sit around in bed all day and watch TV.

  I’m sure there’s plenty to see and do in Bali, but we were both working a lot lately and wanted to just go somewhere and relax. That’s one of the reason we picked Bali. It seems more relaxing than Tokyo or Seoul.

  The main point of this trip was to spend time with each other — not spend all day at tourist sites. Our villa was also the kind of place you could stay all day. We wanted to get out from time to time and see whatever we saw, but we also wanted to just hang out and not worry about getting anywhere or being there by a certain time.

  After spending the afternoon on the beach, we were ready to enjoy some air conditioning. The villa had an air conditioner in the bedroom and living room. When we turned on the bedroom air conditioning, Liam thought he was going to get some sex, but as soon as we got on the bed we both fell asleep.

  About an hour later I woke up while Liam was taking off my clothes.

  “What?” I asked him. I was still half asleep. “Can’t talk. Sleeping.”

  “I’m not tired,” he told me. Or he said “purple dolphin dishwasher”. I can’t really be sure.

  He was kissing all over my face and neck.

  “Just do whatever,” I told him. “I’ll be napping.”

  He kissed me and I could tell he was naked, but I wasn’t really awake. He started moving down my body with his kisses as I drifted in and out. It was actually pretty cool. It was almost like being drunk, but without any of the sick feeling or hangover. I hate being drunk, but I love sleeping.

  I think he kissed all the way down my body, but I couldn’t really tell. When I felt him licking my pussy I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to wake up and have sex or keep napping and let him do all the work. I fell asleep and woke up while he was going down on me.

  I hate to say it, but this is probably the best way to do it. Liam thinks he’s the most cunning linguist in the world — just like every other guy — but the truth is if he does it for 5 minutes, only maybe 2 of those minutes are any good and maybe 30 seconds are great. Since I was half asleep I could feel the good parts and got to nap during the not as good parts.

  I felt his hard cock rubbing against my pussy, but I never felt it go in. He told me later that he felt weird about doing it while I was asleep even though I told him he could. He just rubbed it against my pussy until he came. Then he fell asleep. When I woke up there wasn’t any spunk anywhere on or near me, but I don’t know if he wiped it off or he let the sheets do it.

  After our nap I wanted to go swimming. We had a nice little pool in our villa and we hadn’t even used it.

  “What are you doing?” Liam asked me while I was putting on my bikini.

  It seemed obvious to me. I just looked at him like he must have had a stroke.

  “We have a private pool in a private villa,” he reminded me. “What do you need a swimsuit for?”

 
; I’ve never been a big fan of skinny dipping, but this was as private a pool as we were ever going to have and I did enjoy going in the water naked the one time we went to a nude beach in Hong Kong.

  We went out to the swimming pool and I was all shy about it — which is really funny to me now since it was like being in your own backyard. Liam wasn’t shy at all. He just ran out naked and jumped in. When he hit the water he gave out a little girly scream.

  “What was that all about?” I asked him. “Your balls fall off?”

  “They didn’t fall off,” he told me. “I think they froze off.”

  “Is the water cold?” I asked.

  “It’s fucking freezing,” he said.

  I wasn’t expecting that. I just assumed any outdoor swimming pool in Bali was going to always be warm, but it was February. Not exactly the hottest time of year, but not the coldest either. It was a cloudy day, so maybe the pool gets warmer when there’s more direct sunlight.

  I was going to jump in, but this new information made me more timid. I dipped a toe in the water, expecting it to be freezing, but it was only a little cold. Once I was in the pool it wasn’t bad at all. It was actually very nice. I think Liam was just surprised since we both assumed it would be warmer.

  One of the worst things about living in Hong Kong is that most apartments don’t have swimming pools. Even most houses don’t have pools — unless you’re rich and have a big house. Our friend Hiram gets to use his boss’s house in Clear Water Bay while he’s out of town. That house has a really nice swimming pool, but it’s the kind of place that’s far from our price range.

  There are public swimming pools around the city, but they’re not exactly clean. Chinese people spit all over the sidewalk when they walk around, so it’s no surprise that they spit a lot when they swim — and I’m not just talking about spitting out water that got in your mouth. They hock out big loogies directly in the water. Chlorine can only do so much — and they use way too much of it. If you open your eyes in a Hong Kong swimming pool, they will burn. I guarantee it.

  If that’s not bad enough, I’ve also seen people urinate in the pool. Not just you’re in the water and too lazy and disgusting to get out to pee, but I saw a grown man stand on the edge of the pool with his tiny dick hanging out of his bathing suit and he was peeing right into the water. It’s not that he was drunk. It’s just considered a normal thing to urinate in public swimming pools. Either they think chlorine has magic powers or they just don’t care, but I’m sure that’s why all the pools use far too much of it. I’ve never gone back to a public swimming pool in Hong Kong after that.

  Your other swimming option in Hong Kong is one of the beaches. Most of them are just too dirty — the beach and the water. Hong Kong is a large city and major industrial port, so you have to go to the areas where there aren’t too many ships getting everything dirty. The cleaner beaches are farther away from the city, so they’re harder to get to.

  We found a nude beach in Hong Kong, but that one was very hard to get to. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to go, but when we were there it was completely deserted. Liam was disappointed that he didn’t get to see any naked girls on the beach, but I got to swim in the water naked without worrying about who was around.

  Our villa pool was both very private and very clean. No one was spitting and I knew for a fact that everyone in it bathed regularly. I told Liam that if he had to pee he better use the bathroom. I don’t think it’s too much to ask to want a completely urine free swimming experience. The outdoor bathroom was pretty easy to get to from the pool anyway.

  I don’t know how long we spent in the pool. It seemed like forever — and not long enough. It felt really good to swim naked in clean water. I decided then and there that I was going to go in that swimming pool every single day no matter what.

  We had dinner that night in the restaurant partly because we wanted to check it out and because we hadn’t seen any of the hotel besides the main lobby and our villa. It was time to get out a little.

  The restaurant looked pretty much like any other hotel restaurant except that it was totally deserted. The only people we saw worked there.

  “Why are we the only people here?” I asked one of the waiters.

  “Is the food really that bad?” Liam asked. He’s not the most diplomatic person in the world.

  “Our food is excellent,” the waiter informed us. “I can assure you.”

  Maybe he said “superb” or “delightful”, but that’s not the way I remember it.

  “Bali offers a vast array of dining options to all of our guests. While our restaurant is never crowded, the food we offer is among the finest on the island.”

  Most people only eat in the restaurant occasionally and eat most of their meals in town or in their villas. It was also the low season and there weren’t as many guests in the hotel as usual.

  In Chinese culture, an empty restaurant is a sure sign that it’s a bad restaurant. You’re supposed to only go to the places that have lots of people. That seems like a really difficult way for a new restaurant to build up their business, but from what I’ve seen it’s mostly true. The most crowded places in Hong Kong are always the best and the empty ones are usually disappointing.

  The hotel restaurant was empty, but the food was pretty good. There are better restaurants in town — and we went to one later on — but considering you don’t have to take a taxi anywhere and it’s really close to your villa, it was good enough for us.

  After dinner we went back to the villa and Liam surprised me with candles all over the bedroom and flower petals on the bed. Someone from the hotel did it all while we were in the restaurant. I don’t know when he arranged it and I really didn’t care. It looked great and I loved that he took the effort to do something romantic. Usually his definition of romance is “roll over”. This was romantic by anyone’s definition.

  We stripped each other naked by candlelight while standing next to the bed. Then he picked me up and put me down on the flower petals. He got on the bed next to me and we kissed each other passionately. I reached down for his cock and he was already hard, so I played with his balls while he sucked on my nipples. He put his head between my legs and licked my pussy until I came.

  While he was going to town I thought about how lucky I was to be here in this beautiful villa on the island of Bali with this beautiful man who lives and works in a place he doesn’t like just so we can save enough money for the future.

  In the last two years we moved from Minnesota to Hong Kong, saw a lot of interesting things and met a lot of wonderful people. We took trips to Rome, Amsterdam, Macau, China and now Bali. Just a few years ago I never could have imagined I’d see the things I’ve seen.

  After I came he rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy. He put a condom on and slowly slid in a little at a time, teasing me and pulling back out again. Each time he went back in he went a little deeper and deeper until he was completely inside me. He slowly moved in and out, taking his time and driving me crazy. He was on fire and he knew it, enjoying himself while watching the look on my face.

  Right in the middle he pulled out completely and went back to licking my pussy. He never does that. It felt so good going from cock to tongue so quickly. He had me on edge when he put his cock back inside me.

  He was kissing me when I came again.

  “You can do anything you want,” I almost moaned.

  “What do you mean?” he asked, cautiously.

  He knew what I meant, but asked me just to make sure.

  “I can do anything?” he asked me. “As in…anything?”

  “Absolutely anything you want,” I answered him.

  “Are you sure you know what you’re saying?” he asked. He was double checking.

  “I know what you want to do,” I told him.

  He seemed confused. He understood what I was saying, but he also knew that I said it was never going to happen. So I used my most romantic voice and whispered in his ear a very unromantic sent
ence.

  “Fuck me up the ass, baby.”

  He smiled like a kid allowed to open presents on Christmas Eve. At the same time he wanted to savor the moment. He brought me to orgasm twice already by not rushing so he kept to his slower pace. He knew I probably wasn’t going to come again, but he was up for the challenge.

  He went back down on me and then gently rolled me over onto my stomach. He put two fingers in my pussy and then put them one at a time in my ass. He was trying to use my vaginal fluids to lubricate my ass.

  “That’s not going to be enough,” I told him.

  It was almost as though he was expecting my ass to get wet from being fingered.

  “It’s not a pussy,” I said.

  There’s something about the word “pussy” that just drives Liam crazy. He practically gets hard on the rare occasion that I say it. There’s also something about the word that makes it much easier for me to type than to say out loud.

  “Get some of the lotion I use on my legs,” I told him.

  “Is that made for up the ass?” he asked.

  “Not specifically,” I answered. “But I don’t see why it wouldn’t work.”

  I actually had no idea if it was an appropriate anal lubricant, but lotion is better than nothing. It’s a lot better than fingering my ass and expecting it to magically wet itself.

  He came back to the bed with the lotion in his hands and a new condom already on his hard cock. He put some lotion on his cock and stroked it a little before putting a lotioned finger in my ass.

  I told him to use more, and then I told him to use even more. After my ass was dripping wet with lotion, he started to push his cock against me. I moved up so I was on my knees instead of on my stomach. He repositioned himself and put his cock against my ass, slowly pushing it inside. He was taking his time — because he knew I needed him to and because he wanted it to last.

  He kept slowly going in deeper and deeper until he reached the point where I told him he could just go all in. It’s only at the beginning that you have to stretch everything open. Once you’ve reached a certain point it doesn’t really matter how deep you go. It’s a case of width being more noticeable than length.