Hailey's Bali Diary

by Hailey McPherson

  They’re good for travel because you can fold them up like a plastic grocery bag. I always bring one wherever I go because you never know when it’s going to rain in Asia. Even it if looks like it’s going to be a sunny day it might rain. We had an umbrella somewhere in our bags, but I didn’t feel like looking for it. I was going to take a shower soon anyway, so it really didn’t matter.

  I stood out in the rain and watched the water splash in the pool. I had planned to go swimming in the morning, but the rain wasn’t letting me. The Hong Kong raincoat also wasn’t doing a very good job. Sometimes they work really well and sometimes you get home with wet clothes anyway. They’re always better than nothing, but never as good as a real raincoat.

  I went to our covered porch to get out of the rain and took off the plastic raincoat. I went back into the bedroom, but it was still too early to blowjob Liam awake. If I woke him up now he’d just go back to sleep and probably sleep until noon.

  “What are you doing?” he asked me. He was already half awake because of the rain.

  “I want to go swimming,” I answered. “But it’s raining. I can’t even walk around in the rain because this cheap plastic raincoat isn’t keeping my clothes dry. It’s useless.”

  “Just go outside naked,” he suggested.

  That’s his answer to everything. Do it naked. He gave me an idea, though.

  The main problem with the plastic raincoat was that it wasn’t keeping my clothes dry. I didn’t care that my arms and legs got wet because I wasn’t wearing any clothes on them. So I stripped off all my clothes and went back to the porch. I put on the plastic raincoat and went back out into the rain. That was a weird feeling.

  I was standing in the rain, but keeping more or less dry because of the plastic raincoat. I was also totally naked under the raincoat, so I didn’t mind that it wasn’t keeping me totally dry. It also felt weird to be wearing just the raincoat and nothing else. The weight of the rain always makes the thin plastic hug tight against your clothes, but since I wasn’t wearing any clothes, the plastic was pushed against my skin. It was like standing in the rain wearing just a plastic bag.

  Then I wondered why the rain was keeping me from swimming. When you swim you get wet. What difference does rain make? I know it’s a bad idea to swim in the ocean or some big lake when it’s raining, but that’s because a storm can make the water dangerous. This was a small swimming pool. It didn’t have any waves or tides. I couldn’t think of a good reason the rain should stop me. So I took off the little plastic raincoat and got in the pool.

  I like swimming. I think I’ve always liked swimming. Most of my life I swam with a bathing suit on. On this trip I was swimming naked — and I liked it even better. The bathing suit just gets in the way. It doesn’t keep you dry. I don’t know why anyone would want to stay dry in the water anyway. When you swim naked you get the full effect of the water on your skin.

  Now here I was swimming naked in the rain. It was great. It was all the fun of swimming combined with dancing in the rain. It was like taking a shower and bath at the same time.

  I also like dancing in the rain. I’m not really sure why. I like to dance. Rain just adds an extra element for your senses to enjoy. I’m sure it has something to do with the famous scene from Singin’ in the Rain. That’s one of the best movies ever and Gene Kelly shows so much joy and pure happiness while he’s singing and dancing in the rain. His character is so happy at that moment that not even walking home in the rain is going to stop him. In fact, he ends up enjoying it even more because it’s raining. The amazing thing is that Gene Kelly was sick as a dog when they filmed that scene. He was such a professional that it doesn’t show at all.

  After my morning swim I walked naked from the pool to the shower and took an outdoor shower in the rain. That was pretty interesting. It wasn’t raining hard enough to just use the rain as a shower, so I had the shower on, but I was also standing in the rain.

  After my shower I went to the covered porch and dried off. I put the plastic raincoat back on and went to the bedroom.

  When Liam woke up I was standing naked in the bedroom with just the raincoat on.

  “Are you going outside?” he asked.

  “Too late,” I answered.

  “Just go outside naked,” he said again.

  I got the feeling that he had no idea that any amount of time had passed since our last conversation.

  He looked at me standing next to the bed and wearing only that plastic raincoat. It’s so thin that you can easily see everything under it.

  “That’s a good look for you,” he said. “You should dress like that all the time.”

  “I don’t think they’d be too crazy about it at work,” I said.

  “Are you kidding?” he asked. “You’d get a huge raise.”

  “Yeah, but not the kind I want,” I said.

  “Is that pervert stage manager still there?” he asked.

  Liam and I used to work together, so he knows some of the people who work there. Most of the people who were there when he was there are gone, though.

  “No,” I told him. “He was fired a long time ago.”

  “Good,” Liam responded. “He was an asshole.”

  He was looking at me and I could tell he was imagining me at work wearing only the plastic raincoat.

  “He’d love this, though.”

  I started to take the plastic raincoat off, but he wanted me to keep it on.

  I took the sheets off his naked body and looked at his hard cock while he was checking out my plastic raincoat-covered body. I licked my lips with my tongue as he started stroking his cock. That’s when I started rubbing the raincoat over my pussy. I was about to get on the bed, but he wanted me to stay where I was.

  “No, stay there,” he said. “Watch me while I watch you.”

  He wanted me to watch him jerk off while he watched me rub my pussy.

  The raincoat against my skin felt unusual. I’ve never masturbated with a sheet of thin plastic before. It was like wearing those cheap plastic disposable kitchen gloves. I like the feel of skin on skin a lot better, so I lifted the front of the raincoat up to my waist and rubbed myself with my bare hands.

  Liam liked looking at my pussy under the thin raincoat, but he liked seeing me exposed even better. He motioned for me to come over and I got on the bed. I was going to lie down at his legs to blowjob him, but he had other ideas. He had me straddle his face with my back to the headboard of the bed and he licked my pussy while his hands were on my hips under the raincoat. I was grinding my hips against his face and having a good time, but I noticed his cock looked a little lonely.

  I moved down to the 69 position with the plastic raincoat sandwiched between our bodies and took his hard cock in my hands, licking the base. I arched my back a little to make sure he had full access to my pussy while I put his cock in my mouth.

  The more intensely he kissed and licked me, the deeper I put his cock in my mouth. By the time he was sucking on my clitoris I had the entire length of his cock in my mouth. I could never deepthroat before and I’m still not sure why I could this time. Maybe the sheer pleasure of what he was doing to me relaxed my throat muscles enough.

  With his cock in my throat I started to swallow automatically. That was too much for him and he came right away. As soon as I felt the first squirt of semen shoot down my throat I pulled my head back and kept just the first couple inches of his cock in my mouth. I probably should have just left the whole thing in there and let him come down my throat.

  He came in my mouth so much that I couldn’t keep it all in. It was like when you’re drinking with a straw and laugh and it shoots out all over the place. Some of it went sliding down his cock and onto his balls. When his cock was done twitching in my mouth and every last drop that was going to come out was out, I popped his cock out of my mouth and licked all the semen off the tip and some from his balls. There was just too much to get it all and a lot of it was on the bed anyway.

  You’re
supposed to want men to last longer, but I was sort of glad that he came so quickly. I don’t think I could have kept deepthroating him very long. It wasn’t painful or even bad, really. It just felt unnatural to have something that far in my mouth.

  It was almost time for the hotel to bring our breakfast anyway.

  They brought breakfast to the villa as usual — only this time it was raining. Most of the kitchen and dining table were covered, but still very close to the edge. So when it rains, water gets all over the floor. We were both wearing shorts and t-shirts — which might seem strange to wear on such a rainy day, but it was warm tropical rain and not cold at all. We had to wear clothes — despite Liam’s preference — because they came to our villa to make our breakfast. I could have had them bring everything the night before so I could make it myself again, but I didn’t.

  By the end of breakfast our legs were dripping wet from the rain. I kind of liked it. It was like getting a light foot bath while eating your meal. None of the water got on the table, so our food stayed dry.

  We could have easily eaten in the living room, but we always eat in the living room in Hong Kong and I wanted everything about this trip to be different. Eating in the living room seems strange to me, but the Hong Kong apartment doesn’t have anything even resembling a dining room and the kitchen is too small for even the smallest table.

  We decided to go to the grocery store after breakfast. It was our last full day in Bali, but we were pretty much out of everything and we needed some food between now and tomorrow afternoon.

  We called our regular taxi guy and he was waiting at the lobby before we even got there. We figured he would be late because of the rain and he figured we would be in a hurry because of the rain. We spent most of the time between calling him and going to the lobby looking for our umbrella. We knew we had one packed somewhere, but it was hard to find since it was buried under everything else.

  We brought two of those plastic Hong Kong raincoats. Liam wanted to wear them with nothing underneath, but I told him that the people of Bali didn’t want to see that.

  “Instead of going straight to the grocery store, we should see something first,” I said to Liam.

  “Like what?” he asked. “What can we see in the rain?”

  “I don’t know,” I answered him.

  “Can you take us somewhere that we can see in the rain?” I asked our driver.

  We still wanted to see more of Bali even though it was raining. Since we were leaving the next day, we were only getting a few things at the grocery store anyway.

  Our driver took us to Tanah Lot, the most famous Hindu temple in Bali. Tanah Lot means “sea temple” and it’s on a tiny tidal island just off the beach in the water. It’s one of those places you can only walk to during low tide, like Mont Saint-Michel. At high tide the island is surrounded by water. Since it was raining we didn’t really want to walk to it. Most people just stay on the shore and look at it. If you’re not Hindu you can’t go in the temple, so there’s no point in walking on the tiny island anyway. The temple takes up the entire island.

  Tanah Lot is famous for having good sunset views. If you look at it from the shore you’re facing west, so you can see the sunset behind the temple. We weren’t planning on staying there that long and it was far too cloudy to see the sunset anyway. That also might be why it wasn’t that crowded. Most people go there during sunset and when it’s not raining.

  What I didn’t like was that to get to the temple you have to walk through an endless line of souvenir shops. The people selling trinkets were very loud and aggressive. Maybe because it was a rainy day and there weren’t as many customers. Or maybe that’s just the way they do it.

  I know that people need to make a living and Bali is a big tourist spot, so I suppose selling souvenirs is as good a way to make money as any, but this is their most important religious site and it’s impossible to get to without going through tacky tourist gift shops. I didn’t like the combination of spiritual and overly commercial. The only good thing about it was that it provided some cover from the rain.

  Once you get past the t-shirts and coffee cups, the view is incredible — even in the rain. The temple was built in a way that you can’t really tell where it begins and where the island ends. They both kind of blend in together. It’s not a fancy temple. From a distance you can’t even tell there’s a temple on the island. It’s not supposed to stand out and call attention to itself. It’s supposed to be natural.

  There are also good views of the coast from the shore. There are lots of cliffs and rocks with waves crashing against them. I don’t know if it was because of the rain or if it’s always like that, but it was all pretty dramatic. Unfortunately, the paved sidewalks only went so far. The rest of the path was all dirt. That’s ok on a sunny day, but it’s all muddy when it’s raining. We both wanted to go farther, but it would have been too messy and more than a little dangerous.

  We spent more time there than either of us expected. I think we thought we were just going to look around for a few minutes and leave, but we were there for a few hours. We tried to find a food stall where we could get a light lunch without spending tourist prices, but we were at Bali’s main tourist attraction. Rain or shine you have to pay the tourist rate.

  When we were done looking at Tanah Lot we went back to the parking lot where our taxi guy was waiting for us. We invited him to come to the temple with us when we first got there, but he said he wasn’t Hindu. We aren’t Hindu either, but nobody tried to stop us from walking through the souvenir stands. I think he just wanted to stay in the car where it was dry.

  We drove back into town and he took us to the grocery store near the villa. We decided to go out to a restaurant for our last dinner in Bali and the hotel provides breakfast, so we really only needed to feed Liam’s candy addiction and get some water.

  We took our groceries back to the villa and took a little break before dinner. We spent most of the day walking around and looking at Tanah Lot so we just wanted to rest a little before going out again.

  Liam went straight for the bedroom, leaving his clothes along the way. He took off his plastic raincoat and shoes on the porch, his shirt and socks in the living room and everything else in the bedroom. Once naked, he crawled into bed.

  I took off all my clothes and got in bed next to him. He was lying on his side so I spooned him from behind. I could tell he was really tired because even with my naked body pressed against his he didn’t have an erection.

  While I was asleep I had one of those dreams where you know you’re dreaming. I knew none of it was real, so I accepted everything no matter how strange it was and went along with it.

  We were on the beach. It was sunny and warm, but there were lots of really scary dark clouds in the sky. It seemed like we were in Bali. The beach looked like it was near Tanah Lot, but I was wearing a Hawaiian hula skirt and coconut shell bra and Liam was a dolphin. He was sitting next to me on the beach and talking just like a person, but he was a dolphin.

  “I want to go in the water,” he kept saying.

  That only made sense since he was a dolphin.

  “I want to stay on the beach and get a tan,” I told him.

  The clouds made it a bad day for sunbathing, but I only paid attention to the sun.

  “Why do you want to go in the water so much?” I asked Dolphin Liam. “You should enjoy the sun.”

  He stood up on his flukes and put his flippers on his hips defiantly.

  “I’m a dolphin,” he said.

  Then he made a dramatic dive into the ocean.

  As soon as he was in the water it started raining.

  He popped his head out of the water and said, “You should get out of the cold wet rain. Join me in the water where it’s warm and dry.”

  The rain was making my coconut bra shrink so I thought I should go into the water before it shrank down to nothing, but I was concerned about breathing since I’m not a dolphin.

  “It will be ok,” Dolphin Lia
m told me. “I can teach you how to breathe underwater.”

  “Are you going to say something vulgar about your blowhole?” I asked him.

  “I wasn’t going to,” he answered. “But that gives me a good idea.”

  “How did you learn to do it?” I asked. “Breathe underwater?”

  That’s when my friend Livia popped up. She was also a dolphin.

  “After I became a dolphin I showed Liam how to do it,” Dolphin Livia said. “He wasn’t very good at doing it at first, but after a few hours of doing it over and over again, he got better.”

  I was still reluctant. I like living on land and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be a dolphin. I like to swim, but I don’t want to do it all the time.

  “Look,” Dolphin Liam said. “I have needs and if you can’t be a dolphin and fulfill them, I’ll just have to find someone who can.”

  Livia nodded her head yes the way dolphins do at water park shows and that’s when I knew they were sleeping together.

  “Don’t be a cold fish,” Dolphin Liam said to me.

  He and Livia slowly moved backward deeper into the water hand in hand — or flipper in flipper. I wanted to follow them, but I was afraid to go into the water. I knew I could swim, but I also knew that if I went in I’d never be able to keep up with them and I’d probably drown.

  When I woke up I was mad at Livia. I knew it was a dream the whole time and obviously they’re not dolphins, but I decided that the dream was telling me something. The most obvious thing is that Livia and Liam are having an affair.

  I left the bedroom and took an outdoor rain shower. While I was in the shower I realized there’s no way Livia and Liam can possibly be cheating with each other. She lives in Hong Kong and he lives in Mainland China. If she wanted to go to China she’d have to go through everything I went through to get a visa. Even when you have a visa you can only go a couple of times before you need to go through the whole process all over again to get a new visa. It would be too difficult.