The apron easily covered my bottom half, but was too small on top. My breasts were spilling out of the sides. Of course, seeing me in just an apron that didn’t really cover everything turned Liam on and he wanted to go at it again, but I was too tired and we were both too hungry. I made him stay out of the kitchen while I made dinner. Horny or hungry, he just gets in the way anyway.
I made some pasta, but we didn’t have any kind of sauce. We had some fresh tomatoes — at least they were fresh when we bought them at the grocery store — and other vegetables. So instead of sauce, we had vegetables and olive oil.
We still had some nice French bread and I wanted to make garlic bread, but we didn’t have any garlic. So I just baked the bread with some olive oil and herbs on top.
I was pretty hungry so I made plenty of food. I knew Liam would be even hungrier than I was because he always is. He eats at least twice as much as I do every day, but he’s still skinny. I don’t know how he does it. I keep in shape by working out every day and dancing at work and at home. His idea of working out is spending all night drinking at pubs.
While we were eating, he was tearing into his pasta.
“You’re sloppier when you eat your dinner than when you eat my pussy,” I pointed out.
He laughed so hard that some food flew out of his mouth and across the table.
“How could I ever take you to eat dinner at the White House if you eat like that?” I asked him. “Not like that’s ever going to happen.”
“How could I ever take you to the White House if you talk about eating pussy at the dinner table?” he countered.
“You think no one at the White House ever eats pussy?” I asked. “Look at Clinton.”
“I bet Bush loved eating pussy,” he said.
“Why’s that?” I asked him.
“Have you seen that video of him eating barbecue?” he asked. “Besides, it’s in his name.”
“Obama’s probably a serious pussy eater,” I decided.
“I bet he eats Michelle out every night,” Liam added.
The conversation just got strange from there.
We talked about Barack and Michelle’s sex life and Liam said if he were president he’d have sex in the Oval Office every day.
“I don’t think I’d want to do it in the Oval Office every day,” I said.
“If I were president I could easily find other girls to do me,” he said.
He didn’t mean it in a mean way. We were having a weird conversation and we weren’t talking about anything real. All the while he was totally naked and I was only wearing an apron.
“I’d do it on Air Force One,” I said.
“I’d love to do it on a plane,” he told me.
I already knew that. He’s mentioned it a million times.
“If I were president I’d get other guys to do,” I told him. “Big muscled Marines. I’d line them all up and have them stand at attention.”
“You don’t need to be president to get any guy you want,” he said.
He wasn’t trying to flatter me. He genuinely thinks I’m sexy. He’s always saying I’m the best girlfriend he’s ever had — and I remind him that I’m the only girlfriend he’s ever had. I probably remind him too much.
We both decided that I’d be a better president than he would.
After dinner, Liam wanted to watch TV, but I thought we should spend more time in the villa since it was the end of our villa day. He pointed out that the TV is in the living room, but I meant use the villa in ways you can’t use a normal hotel room. It was like our own little private house. You can sit around watching TV in any hotel room.
I knew what I wanted to do and I knew what he wanted to do — and I knew they weren’t the same things. So I told him to go watch the show about people who buy and sell junk and I stayed outside.
After he went into the living room I took off the apron and stepped into the swimming pool. I expected it to be cold since it was nighttime, but it was still warm. I don’t know if it was still warm because it was under the sun all day or if there was some kind of heating system. I couldn’t really tell. If there was a way to heat the pool, we never found the controls to turn it on. It wasn’t really that sunny most of the day anyway. There were a lot of clouds and it looked like it could rain at any moment, but at this point the sky was clear.
I sort of swam a few laps. It was a small pool, so one lap took about two seconds. Then I just floated around and looked up at the stars. We don’t get any stars in Hong Kong, so it was nice to see some again. I used to look up at the starts all the time in Minnesota, but Hong Kong just has too many lights on all the time and far too much smog to see anything in the sky at night.
After a while, Liam came out to the pool area.
“What are you doing?” he asked me.
I looked around at the water and felt it to make sure.
“I’m swimming, Einstein,” I laughed.
He walked over to the pool and looked down at the water.
“It looks good,” he said.
“It feels great,” I told him. “Do you want to join me?”
He was acting all shy as if he wasn’t sure if he wanted to come in — and then he suddenly did a cannonball into the pool.
“Did that hurt?” I asked him when he came up for air. “With your balls hanging down like that?”
Only then did he think about it. He was ok. His naked butt took most of the impact.
Swimming at night felt so good and the lights in the pool made it look romantic — plus I hadn’t kissed Liam in at least an hour — so I swam over to him and gave him a big smooch. We kissed as though nothing could fall. We kissed for a long time before he even hinted at sex.
Our bodies were pressed up against each other, so I could tell he wasn’t hard. I couldn’t tell if I should be offended. I didn’t know if he was soft because we were just kissing or if he was just worn out from all the other things we did that day.
On the one hand he usually gets hard just seeing me naked. A strong breeze can get him hard. Here I was naked and wet next to him naked and wet. On the other hand he already came a few times that day. He’s still young enough that he should be able to go several times a day, but he’s not Superman.
Not that I’d want to have sex with Superman. It would probably hurt a lot. When guys get really excited they don’t have much self-control. They all think they can tear a girl in half, but Superman really can.
Spiderman would be too messy. Sex is already messy when they spray their seed all over the place. Imagine doing it with Spiderman’s webs all over your body.
Batman seems too arrogant. Rich bad boys who think they’re the center of the universe don’t do it for me. Liam was more like Aquaman — at least while we were in the pool.
It was a nice change of pace to be able to make out without an erection getting in the way. Don’t get me wrong — I like his cock and all of its powers, but sometimes it’s nice to be held and kissed without getting poked. Sometimes I can ignore his erections when we make out while we’re wearing clothes, but in the pool we were both totally naked and up against each other. It would have been too obvious if he was hard.
At one point we were holding each other and kissing when we lost our balance and fell under the water. We didn’t want to let go of each other, so we stayed underwater for a few seconds, still kissing and holding on. It was an eventful trip with lots of romance, excitement and some really weird parts, but I think that underwater kiss was the most romantic moment.
With our heads above water, we kept kissing and making out. Pretty soon his hand found its way down my body. I have to give him credit for waiting as long as he did. He rubbed my lips apart with his fingers while my other lips were dancing with his tongue. His finger went inside my pussy at about the same time that his tongue went in my mouth.
He pulled one of my legs up to his waist and I put my hands around the back of his neck for balance. Then he put my other leg up and I was holding on to him comple
tely. Since we were mostly underwater it was pretty easy for him to hold me up while I held on. With my legs wrapped around his waist he had unobstructed access to the most sensitive areas of my body. He put two fingers inside me while his thumb was rubbing my clitoris. We never stopped kissing the whole time.
It wasn’t long before his cock was hard and I could feel the tip of it feeling its way around my clit. He slowly lowered me down and I took his cock in, kissing him more deeply the deeper he went inside me. The water was mostly holding me up, but I held on to Liam as though it was our first time. I could picture his hard cock filling me up in my mind. It was only then that I thought about a condom.
“We need a condom,” I told him in between kisses, but he didn’t want to go get it.
We were in the pool, we were in a very comfortable position and he was already deep inside me.
“It’s too late,” he said.
“It’s never too late,” I told him. “Unless you already came.”
“They don’t work under water anyway,” he told me.
I’m not so sure about that.
“If that’s true then we can’t have sex in the pool.”
I really wanted to do it in the pool, and I could tell from his throbbing erection that he really wanted to, but no condom means no sex. Some rules are meant to be followed.
I don’t know how the chemicals in the pool affect the condom, but his point was that they don’t work underwater because they can’t stop sperm when they’re wet. If they’re not water tight then what’s the point of ever using them? If they can’t keep water from going in, how can they keep semen from coming out?
Whatever it is, I wanted to use one and he wanted to just keep going. The more we talked about it, the longer he could stay inside me without a condom.
So I got up off of him and got out of the pool, leaving him standing in the middle of the pool erect and alone.
I walked into the bedroom naked and dripping wet and grabbed a condom. Then I walked back to the pool still naked and wet, unwrapping the condom along the way. It’s a testament to Bali’s tropical climate that I wasn’t freezing my butt off.
I sat down on the steps in the shallow end of the pool. Liam walked up to me with his erection leading the way. The closer he got to me, the more his body rose out of the water. Soon his erection was like a submarine periscope peeking out of the ocean. By the time he got to where I was sitting, only his lower legs were in the water. He wanted to put his dripping wet cock in my mouth, but instead I unrolled the condom on it.
I had him sit on the steps and I got on top of him. He leaned backward with his back, butt and legs in the water. The front half of his body was out of the water.
I grabbed his sheathed cock and sat down on it. Once he was inside me, I bounced up and down on his erection while he grabbed my breasts and licked my nipples. For balance, I put one of my legs in the water and rested my foot on the bottom of the pool. Then I put my other leg up on the edge of the pool. I had one hand on the edge and the other hand on Liam’s stomach. It probably looked awkward with all my limbs in every direction, but I was actually well balanced and had complete control of the action. It was also very comfortable since I could determine the depth and angle of entry with every bounce up and down. I could get him deeper inside me than if I was simply squatting on his lap.
Liam was halfway out of the water and I was almost completely out of the water, but every time I pushed myself down onto him, I forced him deeper below the surface and splashed water all over us.
I got up off of him and went back in the water, deeper into the pool. He got up and followed me. I pressed him up against the side of the pool where he lifted my leg and guided his cock to my pussy. He couldn’t find it, so I bent my leg with my foot up against the side of the pool and grabbed his cock, pointing it in.
Once the tip was in, he grabbed my hips and thrust himself into me. I moved my other foot up to the side of the pool and held on to his shoulders. He had his back to the wall and his hands on my hips while I was holding his neck and shoulders and bending and stretching my legs to bob up and down on his hard cock.
After a while I moved my legs up so they were out of the pool. My legs were bent and my feet were up on the edge of the pool. I was floating on my back while Liam held my hips and thrust into me. It was a weird position. I knew we couldn’t hold it for very long, but it was fun while it lasted. I was basically hanging from the side of the pool while he fucked me. I couldn’t really move closer to him or away — it was all up to him as I just floated there.
We went back to him standing away from the wall and me with my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his waist. This was a more comfortable position and I could easily move up and down while he held me and moved along. We could also kiss and feel our bodies pressed against each other.
I had an orgasm while he was lifting me up and pushing me down faster and faster. It wasn’t long before he came, too. We stayed in that position for a while — my arms and legs wrapped around him and his hands holding me up. I could feel his cock slowly getting softer while we kissed.
He let me down off of him and I stood in front of him in the pool. I had him sit up on the edge of the pool and I pulled the condom off his soft dick. It looked like all his semen stayed in the condom. My entire body was soaking wet so there was no way to tell if any swimmers escaped. I put the used condom aside and licked and kissed his limp dick. I almost expected him to get hard again, but his little guy was exhausted. That didn’t stop me from taking all of it in my mouth and making sure none of his sperm was left behind.
I like to be thorough.
We were taking a shower afterward and he was washing my breasts, as he always does when we take a shower together.
“I’ll be right back,” I told him.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I have to go pee,” I answered.
“Just stay here,” he said. “You can pee in the shower.”
“Why?” I asked him.
“So I can watch,” he said.
I don’t like urinating in front of people. I’m not a guy. They love urinating in front of people. They seem pretty proud of their ability to spray urine out of their penises. I don’t really understand that. It’s not such an impressive skill.
It’s one thing if I’m sitting on the toilet while someone is in the room, but if I’m standing in the shower, he could see everything. He said that was the point.
We were in the shower and water was flowing down my body, so I figured it wouldn’t be as graphic. Sometimes when water hits you just right it looks like you’re peeing anyway. So I let go and peed in the shower while Liam watched.
I was wrong about it looking just like water streaming down. It was more obvious than I thought it would be and you could really tell the difference — but once I started I didn’t want to stop. My bladder was pretty full after all that pool sex, so I was relieved to let go.
Liam watched in excitement the way he watches someone pull a draft beer. I hope it’s just a coincidence that they’re the same color. He put his hand in the stream, which I thought wasn’t very clean, but we were in the shower. Cleaning up after I finished was very easy.
I felt a little embarrassed about it, but later on I realized there’s no reason to. He’s seen me on the toilet before. I even peed right on him during this trip, but he was sleeping. It’s a perfectly natural thing. Everyone does it. It’s just one of those things I’m a lot more used to doing in private.
He also let it flow while we were in the shower, but that’s pretty normal for him. He wanted to pee on me, but I said no. It would have been easy to clean off, but I don’t want to do that anyway.
With our bladders empty, appetites satiated and our bodies cleaned, we went to bed naked, relaxed and happy. We only had one full day left in Bali and no idea what we were going to do with it.
DAY 5
RAINY DAY
It looked like it was going to rain the
entire time we were in Bali. There were clouds almost all the time. Some of them definitely looked like trouble. There was also plenty of sun while we were there, but there was never a completely cloudless day. Some were more ominous than others. We were always surprised when it didn’t rain.
Then on our last full day on the island it rained. Not just a brief tropical rain here and there. It rained all day. We went to sleep the night before with a clear starry sky and woke up to steady rain.
This was one of those rare times when Liam and I woke up at the same time. I woke up because it was morning. He woke up because of the sound of the rain hitting the roof. It wasn’t heavy rain, but it was a sound we weren’t used to hearing in the villa.
“How is this going to affect our plans?” I asked no one in particular.
“What plans?” Liam asked, still half asleep.
We really didn’t have any plans.
“I was hoping we could leave the villa today and see a little more of the island,” I told him.
“We still can,” Liam said. “We can go wherever you want to go.”
He almost went back to sleep for a minute.
“We’ll just get a little wet doing it.”
He stopped talking for a while and I thought he was asleep.
“Just later,” he said. I didn’t know he was even partially awake. “Let’s go out later.”
While he slept, I got dressed, put on a Hong Kong raincoat and went outside. I didn’t even think about Liam’s rule about staying naked. I just got dressed automatically. It wasn’t villa day anymore anyway.
Hong Kong has these little plastic raincoats that are like thin yellow smocks. They’re very thin plastic and you can fold them up tight enough to fit in your pocket. They’re terrible as coats — they’ll never keep you warm — but you don’t need them to be warm in Hong Kong. It’s usually hot when it rains, so you don’t want to wear a big raincoat. You just want something to block the water. It’s like wearing a transparent yellow garbage bag that’s far too thin to hold garbage.
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