It’s only a 90 minute flight from Fuzhou to Hong Kong, but the closest one that arrived before noon left at 9 o’clock. Fuzhou Airport is pretty deserted in the morning and you don’t need to arrive too early, but he still had to wake up by 7:30 at the absolute latest to catch the 9 o’clock flight. That’s very early for him. He wanted us to just take a later flight from Hong Kong to Bali so he could do everything later, but those flights were more expensive. The cheapest flight is the one we took.
The flight to Bali takes about five hours. There’s no time difference between Bali, Hong Kong and China, so that helped a little that we were all already on the same time.
Neither of us had ever been to a Muslim country before — and Indonesia is the largest Muslim country in the world. We usually think of the Middle East when we think Muslim, but there are more Muslims in Indonesia than all Middle East countries combined. Bali is mostly Hindu — Muslims are a very small minority on the island, but it’s in Indonesia so you have to go through Indonesia immigration.
We don’t care what religion anybody chooses, but we’re Americans, and Americans have been told for the last decade that Muslims are people you need to keep an eye on. The government and media won’t come out and say that, but every single time you hear anything about any Muslims in the news, it’s always someone killing someone. The message is pretty clear. Christians equal family, charity and Christmas. Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. Muslims equal car bombs, sectarian violence and all out war. Things blow up during Muslim holidays. It’s not subtle at all.
Most of the people who live in Indonesia would probably be appalled if they knew how their religion was portrayed in countries like the United States. Or maybe they already know. We were not about to bring the subject up. If our cultures were at war then we were heading into enemy territory. If we weren’t at war, why let them know how much we’re warned to be cautious around them?
I can imagine how I’d feel if some foreigner came to Minnesota and was too afraid of school shootings to send their children to any public school. Minnesota is not at all known for school shootings, but people outside of the United States hear about how Americans are always shooting each other. Just as Americans hear about how Muslims are always blowing each other up. The truth is probably nowhere near the hype.
We didn’t need to get visas before going to Indonesia, but you get one at the airport. It’s a lot easier than getting a visa to China, but you have to give some guy in a uniform a lot of money right after you get off the plane. I’ve never done it that way before so it was kind of uncomfortable for me. I don’t like carrying a lot of cash on planes — especially when everyone on the plane knows you’re going somewhere that you have to give them a lot of money just to get in — but there’s really no way around it.
We didn’t have any trouble getting through immigration — maybe because we gave them a lot of money — and we went straight to the taxis. We’ve traveled enough to know how to get a taxi at the airport. I’ve never been to any airport outside of the United States that didn’t have shady cabbies trying to rip people off, but in Bali there were a lot more than usual. Even more than China — and that’s saying something. Bali is a big tourist resort island, so I can see why there are a lot more people trying to scam the tourists, but I think it would be better for their image if illegal taxis weren’t the first thing visitors noticed.
We took a legal taxi to the hotel and the driver asked if we wanted to hire him as a private driver for the rest of our time in Bali. We said no, mainly because we really didn’t know how much we’d need a taxi. We didn’t really make any plans outside of the hotel and plane tickets and we didn’t know where we’d be going.
The hotel was a regular hotel that also had private villas. We got a villa because that’s what you’re supposed to do in Bali. That’s one of the reasons people go there. That’s one of the reasons we decided to go there. You’d think a private villa on a resort island like Bali would be way too expensive, but it was actually pretty reasonable. Our fairly large private villa cost less than a tiny hotel room in New York. I don’t know why. Maybe because it was February. Maybe it wasn’t the most luxurious villa on the island. Maybe they’re just not that expensive. I don’t know.
The villa was like a small house with a living room and bedroom. The living room alone was bigger than my apartment in Hong Kong. Both rooms had air conditioning, but we rarely used it. I’m sure there are hotter times of the year. The bathroom was partly indoors and partly outdoors. Every villa we looked at before we booked this one was like that. I guess people like to use the bathroom outdoors when they’re in Bali. The shower was totally outdoors, which was interesting.
The kitchen was also outdoors. I didn’t like the idea at first. I’m from Minnesota. The last place we want to put a kitchen is outdoors. But Bali in February is nothing like Minnesota in February. The weather was great most of the time we were there, so cooking outdoors really worked out.
The hotel also had a regular restaurant we could go to anytime, but I liked cooking in this kitchen. My kitchen in Hong Kong is so tiny you can’t really do much, but this was a regular size kitchen — it just happened to be outdoors. Breakfast was included in our package and since we had a kitchen we had the choice of either eating a free breakfast in the hotel restaurant or having them make breakfast for us in our villa kitchen.
The best part of the villa was the swimming pool. It wasn’t very big, but it was very private. The whole villa was designed to seem like there’s no one else around. It was surrounded by trees and high walls and you’d never know there was anybody on the other side of those walls. Since most of it is outdoors, you don’t feel at all claustrophobic. We never heard any of our neighbors while we were there. We don’t even know if we had any neighbors. The only time we saw any other guests was in the hotel’s main lobby.
Next to the pool was a little Bali style gazebo. It had two very comfortable massage tables. The hotel had a spa, and just like the restaurant, you could get a massage in the spa or in your own villa. Our package included one massage for both of us. Everyone who stayed at the hotel got a free welcome foot massage. That wasn’t in the gazebo, though.
We checked in at the lobby and someone showed us to our private villa. Five minutes later someone rang the bell at our villa’s front door, which was a big outdoor door. Two tiny Indonesian women had us sit on the porch and they washed and massaged our feet. I think that’s a pretty good way to welcome guests — especially after a long flight. Our flight wasn’t very long, but lots of people come from much farther away.
We both thought it might be a good idea to check out the town. It was dinner time, after all. We had enough welcome food in the kitchen and the hotel had a restaurant, but it was our first night in Bali so we had planned to go out. It didn’t take much to change our minds. After our relaxing foot massage, the five hour flight and dealing with airports, after Liam had to wake up at 7:30 — which is very early to him — and since we hadn’t seen each other in person in three months, we stayed in.
We were both pretty hungry, but we were even more horny. Before we ate, before we unpacked, before we did anything really, we went at it on one of the swimming pool lounge chairs.
We tore off each other’s clothes like we hadn’t seen each other in months — and we hadn’t. We started with Liam sitting on the lounge chair and I was squatting on top of him. As soon as he got my bra off he started sucking my nipples. I like it when he licks my nipples then opens his mouth and takes us much in as he can and then slowly closes his mouth while sucking. It feels very good, especially when he gets to the nipple. He sucks it like he’s trying to get milk out of there.
I had his hard cock in my hands and wanted to sit on it, but we needed a condom. He knew he was going to get laid, so he thought ahead and took a condom out of our bags and put it in his pants pocket before we tossed all our stuff in the bedroom.
His pants were crumpled on the ground, so I had to lean over t
o reach them. Liam held on to my hips so I wouldn’t fall off the chair. I grabbed the condom out of his pocket and unrolled it on his cock. Now safe and secure, I sat on his erection and drove it deep into me.
I rode him for a while as we kissed and he played with my boobs. Then we rolled over and I was sitting on the lounge chair with him on top of me. He grabbed onto the sides of the chair so he could pound into me as hard as he could. He was as hard as he could get and I was as wet as possible, so I told him to do me harder. When he came I could see the incredible relief on his face, like a man who hadn’t gotten any in months.
It didn’t last very long, but it was pretty intense. After a few months of celibacy, we were both ready to explode.
The pool lounge chair was actually pretty comfortable. Or maybe it just seemed comfortable because I was finally getting laid. It wasn’t until after we finished that I realized we had sex outdoors. The villa was so private that even when you’re outdoors it almost seems like you’re indoors.
We ate and unpacked and then looked around the villa. I made a late dinner in the villa kitchen with the food the hotel had waiting for us when we got there.
When we got in the bed — which was also pretty comfortable — Liam leaned over to kiss me. I thought it was just going to be a good night kiss, so I was surprised when he kept kissing me. His body was up against mine and I could feel him getting hard. We just had sex, but he was ready to go again. I was glad we brought plenty of condoms.
This time he took it slower. Neither of us had any of that pent up sexual frustration anymore and we weren’t in any hurry. He was on top and I wrapped my legs around him while he slid in and out of me.
He rolled me over and I lay flat on my stomach while he entered me from behind. I arched my back a little and put my butt up in the air just before I came. Liam waited until I was finished and then pulled out of me, took off the condom and unloaded on my butt.
We were both pretty tired after all that. I didn’t even bother to wipe the semen off my butt. There wasn’t that much of it anyway since he let most of it out the first time.
It was still early, but after spending the day at airports and on planes and after two rounds of sex, we were spent, so we went to sleep early. We both knew the next day was going to be very active.
DAY 2
SKINNY DIPPING
I woke up pretty early our first morning in Bali since we went to sleep so early. Liam was dead to the world when I woke up, so I went to take a shower. I wasn’t sure at first if I liked the idea of the shower being outdoors, but it felt really good having the sun and water on me at the same time. It was outdoors, but it was completely private. There’s no way anyone could ever see you in the shower unless they were in your villa — and the only way to get in the villa was to come in the large front door, which had a big lock.
It was also really nice to take a long hot shower. The water in Hong Kong comes out hot, but it gets cold very quickly. You always have to turn it all the way hot and then back down when it gets too hot. A minute later it gets cold and you have to go back to all the way hot. Cold always stays cold, but hot never stays hot. Chinese people take very quick showers, so it doesn’t bother them. Maybe the hot never lasts because they take such short showers. Or maybe they take short showers because the hot never lasts. I don’t know.
Sometimes I want to take a long shower. That’s hard to do in Hong Kong, but it was very easy in our private villa. The water temperature stayed wherever I put it and I could just stand there with the hot water and warm sun flowing over my naked body all day if I wanted. That seemed like a good idea at the time, but I had plenty of other things to do.
After my shower, I went back to the bedroom. Liam was still dead asleep. I took off the towel that I had wrapped around me and got back in bed. Liam always sleeps naked and it didn’t take much for me to notice that he was hard as a rock. So I decided to wake him up the best way.
I started playing with his cock while he was still asleep. I took it in my hand and held it while I played with his balls. He finally woke up right after I put his cock in my mouth. He’s not a morning person — and he loves to sleep — but a blowjob will always wake him up.
I like watching him wake up. He’s almost like a baby — so surprised to see the world’s still there in the morning. I like it even better when I’m handling his cock when he wakes up. It always puts the biggest smile on his face. I think it’s good to wake up happy.
He didn’t want to kiss me because he came in my mouth. I don’t really understand that. It’s not like it was all over my face. His cock was totally in my mouth when he came and none of it spilled out. I swallowed it before I tried to kiss him. Kissing my lips isn’t going to contaminate him. It’s his spunk anyway.
While Liam was taking a shower, the hotel people brought our breakfast to the villa. You can’t see the shower from the kitchen even though they’re both outdoors, so they never got a free show. Liam probably would have liked that. I can’t say the same about the hotel people.
He was dried and dressed in time for a pretty good breakfast. They brought everything and cooked it for us in our villa kitchen. We had our breakfast in the outdoor dining area next to the swimming pool.
“We should go out after breakfast and see what Bali has to offer,” Liam suggested.
“We’re going to need more food to put in the kitchen,” I said.
“We can just eat out,” Liam said.
“I want to use this kitchen,” I told Liam. “Maybe we should find a grocery store.”
Breakfasts were included, but for every other meal we were on our own. We could have had every meal in the restaurant or out on the town, but I really wanted to use that kitchen. That meant we needed to find a grocery store.
We went to the lobby and they told us where a nearby grocery store was and called us a taxi. The taxi driver almost immediately asked us if we wanted a private driver for the rest of our stay on the island. We said no since we didn’t know what our plans were — just like we said no to the taxi driver from the airport.
We went straight to the grocery store, which really wasn’t very far from the villa. It wasn’t a very big store — more like a Wellcome than a CitySuper — but it had enough for our short stay. We got some nice French bread and very fresh vegetables. They looked like they were picked that morning. I can never find anything that fresh in Hong Kong. Not that it matters since my kitchen in Hong Kong is terrible. It would be hard to do much cooking in my kitchen even if I could find all the right ingredients.
The plan was to take the groceries back to the villa, put them away and then go out again and look around Bali. We had the taxi that brought us back to the villa wait for us since we were going to go out again right away, but we forgot about him when we were putting everything away.
While I was putting things on the counter, Liam got up close behind me and grabbed my boobs. He got horny pretty quickly and I could feel him getting hard. I ignored his hormones and kept putting everything away, but when I was kneeling down to put something in the refrigerator, he whipped his cock out and I turned to find it staring me in the face. I was going to point out that we had an island to see and the whole week to mess around, but he had other ideas.
He helped me up and sat me down on the kitchen counter. He pulled down my shorts and panties and went to town. I forgot all about sightseeing while he was eating me out.
I asked him if he had a condom. He had one in his pocket. He’ll forget to brush his teeth if you don’t remind him, but when it comes to condoms, that’s one area where he can remember to think ahead since he knows he’s not getting laid without one.
I unbuttoned his pants while I was sitting on the counter and he was standing in front of me. His cock was ready to go and I put the condom on.
Instead of putting it in me, he went back to licking my pussy. Just before I came, he pushed my legs up over the counter and slid his cock inside me. I came after a few thrusts and he kept pounding into me. It di
dn’t take long before we were breathing hard all over each other.
After he came, he pulled his cock out of me and took off the condom. Some of his juices spilled out onto the kitchen floor. I thought about cleaning it up, but knew it could wait. I don’t think cleaning his junk off the floor ever crossed his mind. We’re very compatible in a lot of ways, but I’ve always known that we don’t think about things the same way. I doubt most guys would ever think about cleaning up their mess when they know someone else can do it.
It wasn’t until we could breathe again that we remembered we kept the taxi waiting.
We scrambled to get our clothes on and rushed out to the lobby, but we agreed that the taxi was probably long gone by then. We were both surprised to see that he was still there waiting for us. We apologized for making him wait so long, but he didn’t seem to mind.
We decided we might as well go to the beach since we were already so close to it. The problem was that in our rush to go out to the taxi we brought our bathing suits, but forgot to put them on.
“We should just go to a nude beach,” Liam suggested. He was only half joking.
“So sorry,” the taxi driver said. “No nude beach in Bali.”
“What about on the other side of the island?” Liam asked him.
“No, sorry,” the taxi driver said. “No nude beach all of Bali.”
I didn’t mind, but Liam seemed disappointed.
“We’re not in Sweden,” I reminded him. “We’re in a Muslim country. Not exactly the kind of place you’re going to find a lot of public nudity.”
Suddenly a tropical paradise wasn’t paradise for him anymore.
“Is there any place to change on the beach?” I asked the taxi driver.
He told us there weren’t any kind of places to change. That seemed strange to me.
“Private beach own by hotel have all changing room, bungalow and restaurant,” he told us. “Public beach no as develop.”
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