Hailey's Bali Diary

by Hailey McPherson

  I looked at him like he should realize I’m totally naked and there were people in our villa.

  It took him a while to catch on, but when he figured it out he brought me a towel and held it up so I could get out of the pool without showing everyone everything. With the towel wrapped around me I headed into the bedroom and got dressed.

  When I came back out I almost expected someone to say something, but they were busy with our breakfast the whole time and probably never noticed anything. They probably see people in the pools all the time and don’t give a second thought whether they’re naked or not. Given the privacy of the villa, they probably see people doing a lot more than just swimming naked. It’s amazing what some people will do in front of “the help”.

  They made us a special breakfast because it was our last day and they knew we would be at the airport and on a plane most of the day. They probably assumed we were flying back to the United States. What they didn’t know was that our flight was only five hours — but since we were flying Hong Kong Airlines, a good meal was very welcome.

  Hong Kong Airlines has terrible food. Most airlines have terrible food, but theirs is especially bad. Since we were leaving the villa no later than 2 o’clock and wouldn’t be in Hong Kong until after 11, that breakfast was our only real meal of the day.

  After breakfast I wanted to go into town to get some gifts for Liam’s family. I wanted to do it earlier, but we were busy relaxing and screwing around, so we saved it for the last minute.

  “We should just get something at the airport,” Liam suggested.

  “Airport souvenirs are even worse than tourist trap souvenirs,” I said.

  They’re also a lot more expensive.

  We called our taxi guy and he took us to a place that wasn’t filled with tourists.

  “Everything authentic,” he told us. “Genuine Bali. No tourist gimmick.”

  I couldn’t really tell the difference. The authentic Bali souvenirs looked just like the tourist souvenirs. The only difference was the price. The place he took us was a lot cheaper than places like Tanah Lot. We saw some of the same things — at least they looked the same — at much lower prices. It’s probably all made in China anyway.

  I’m not much of a souvenir shopper. When I go places, I like to see the sights, eat the food and meet the people. I’m not really interested in Eiffel Tower candlesticks or Coliseum ashtrays. I don’t need trinkets cluttering up my shelves to tell me where I’ve been.

  Liam wanted to get some snacks for the rest of the day.

  “They’ll just take it all away at the airport,” I told him.

  “It’ll be ok,” he said. “Hong Kong’s pretty good about not throwing away your stuff.”

  “We’re going through Bali airport,” I told him. “How much food do they let you bring?”

  We didn’t know what they were like since arriving and leaving are completely different. They usually only check your bags when you leave. Most airports assume everything’s already been checked when you arrive. An airport in a Muslim country might be more strict than Hong Kong.

  As big as Hong Kong Airport is and all the flights that go through, they’re pretty relaxed about security. I’ve brought in all kinds of food and no one ever said anything.

  The one thing you can’t bring into Hong Kong Airport is water. I know it’s the same at every airport, but I still don’t see why. They say it’s for security, but you can buy water once you’re inside the airport. Water you bring from outside is somehow threatening, but water you buy there is safe. It doesn’t make any sense to me.

  What bad thing can anyone do with a bottle of water anyway? I don’t know anything about hijacking planes so maybe I’m missing something, but how do you hijack a plane with a bottle of water? If you somehow can, isn’t the water you buy inside the airport just as dangerous? Did the water at an airport 7-11 go through a special anti-hijack filter? It looks and tastes just like the same water from any other 7-11. The only difference is the enormously inflated price.

  I don’t have any problem with not bringing weapons on a plane. That makes sense to me and I don’t need to have a weapon with me at all times anyway. I do need water to survive. You can be on a plane for a very long time. The air is dry and stale and you’ve got people with colds and sick babies.

  Sometimes it’s hard to get water on the plane. Some airlines only give you a tiny cup at a time. I don’t know why. Maybe they only want you to have a few drops because water is so dangerous to the aircraft. Being told that a bottle of water can take down a 747 doesn’t make me feel any safer.

  It’s all pretty stupid to me. I’m all for security, but some of the rules that only seem to exist to make us feel safer don’t make me feel safe at all.

  There’s a movie with Audrey Hepburn where she gets out of her car, buys a ticket, walks out to the runway and climbs the steps up to the plane. There’s no security at all — except maybe some guard in the corner.

  I would actually feel safer if it were like that than the arbitrary rules they have now. Of course, nobody hijacked planes back then. Things were very different, especially airports.

  On our way back to the villa our taxi guy told us he might not be able to take us to the airport.

  “I send someone if I no can make it,” he told us. “No worry.”

  One way or another he’d make sure we got there on time.

  This news was as disappointing as Super Bowl VIII when Miami beat the Vikings. We got so used to him and we knew he was reliable.

  “We should leave early since we don’t know who’s taking us there or what kind of problems will pop up,” I told Liam.

  We packed up all our stuff as soon as we got back to the villa. Liam’s a guy so he’s supposed to travel lighter than a girl, but he doesn’t. He brings even more junk than I do. I just bring clothes and all my bathroom stuff.

  On this trip I didn’t even need that many clothes, but I didn’t know that when I packed in Hong Kong. I packed a few bathing suits and only ended up barely using one. I also brought some bed clothes and sexy lingerie to turn Liam on. I didn’t need any of them since I slept naked every night and just getting naked is enough to turn Liam on.

  He brings his clothes and bathroom stuff. He also brings things he thinks he’ll need, things he thinks he might want to have and whatever he can think of.

  I went to Bali with a carry-on and purse. He brought a larger carry-on, backpack stuffed with clothes and a gym bag full of hats, shoes and sunglasses. He ended up wearing the same shoes every day and the same hat and sunglasses whenever we went out. We both could have easily brought a lot less stuff.

  When we were done packing we had a little bit of time before we had to go to the airport. It wasn’t enough time to do anything or go anywhere, but it was too much time to just sit around and wait. We could have gone to the airport extra early, but then we would have just waited longer at the airport.

  “I’d rather wait here,” Liam said.

  I couldn’t have agreed more.

  That’s the part I don’t like about traveling. If you get to the airport too early you’re stuck at the airport waiting around. Most airports don’t have that much to do besides sit around and wait — or shop. Every airport seems to be a shopping mall. If you go on time then there’s traffic or an extra long line at security and you’re late. It’s better to sit around for an hour than miss your flight.

  Liam went to the living room to watch TV and I went to the bedroom to lie on the bed. I wasn’t going to take a nap. I just wanted to lie down and stretch out for a minute before spending all day at airports and cramped in tiny plane seats. I’m not the tallest person in the world, but my dancer’s muscles hate being confined to those small airplane seats. I can’t even imagine what it’s like for basketball players.

  While I was lying there I thought about the trip and all the things we saw. We never swam with dolphins, but the beaches were beautiful and Tanah Lot was amazing. The monkey forest was like being out in t
he wilderness but close to the city. The traditional Indonesian dancers were great.

  We ate at a fancy restaurant, roadside food stalls and everything in between. We mostly ate food I made in our wonderful villa kitchen. I’d cook every day if I had a kitchen like that in Hong Kong.

  We spent a lot more time outdoors than we usually do. We went swimming every day — morning, noon and night. We got a massage outdoors and even Liam gave me a massage. We took naps outdoors, took showers outdoors and even had sex outdoors. We had a naked day and a rainy day.

  We had more sex in one week than we’ve had in months. We did it indoors, outdoors, in the pool, in the kitchen, on the bed, on the sofa and on the pool lounge chairs. I got it from all sides, in positions I didn’t think I could do and a few I didn’t even know existed. We had anal sex that wasn’t bad and I even deepthroated him. Liam came on me, in me and everywhere near me. We even made out in a taxi and imitated a porn movie.

  Thinking about all that sex got me horny, but I didn’t want to tell Liam. We didn’t have enough time. I’ve also been living without him for the past few months so I’ve gotten pretty good at pleasing myself. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hand down my panties. It takes me a lot less time to find the best spots than it takes Liam. There’s no doubt about that.

  I mostly just rubbed myself and played with my clitoris. Sometimes you just need a release. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. I was wearing clothes, so any kind of penetration would have been harder, but I didn’t need it anyway. I was just quickly getting myself off.

  Masturbating while he was in the next room seemed almost dangerous. It’s not like getting caught by your parents, but I still didn’t want him to come in. I had to be quiet so he’d never know what was going on. If he knew what I was doing he’d come in for sure.

  After I had a quick but satisfying orgasm I buttoned my jeans back up and just lay there for a while. I was happy and relaxed and ready to deal with airports.

  When we called our taxi guy to pick us up he surprised us with the news that he could do it himself and he wouldn’t have to send someone else. That was a relief. We knew when he said he’d be there at a certain time that he’d be there before that. That’s the kind of thing you want when you’re going to the airport.

  When we got in his taxi we were happy to see him and we both told each other he was going to get a good tip without saying anything. We were on time — even early — and everything was going great. I felt peaceful since I just had an orgasm. Then it occurred to me that Liam didn’t get a blowjob that morning. He didn’t get anything — and we were about to spend a long time in a place where sex isn’t an option.

  I felt sorry for him — even more so because I felt so happy for me. So while he was looking out the window at the passing scenery I unbuttoned his pants and reached in. He was shocked. It was totally unexpected. I think I was almost as surprised as he was. Our taxi guy was busy watching the road and we knew he wasn’t going to pay any attention to whatever we did in the back seat, but we were still in public more or less and this was something we never did before.

  I grabbed Liam’s soft dick and held it in my hand. It didn’t stay soft for long. I like feeling it grow in my hand. There’s just something about it. I don’t have any body parts that can do that — at least not that much. I jerked it under his clothes for a while, but then I looked around and saw that the coast was clear. I took it out to get some fresh air.

  Liam was so happy. His cock was really happy, too. It was standing straight up all by itself. That’s when he looked around to see if any of the other cars could see us. I wondered to myself if he wanted to be seen or if he was starting to get self-conscious. He always talks about doing things in public, but would he really like it if we actually did something that people could see? Sometimes I get the feeling that he’s all talk and would actually be afraid to do most of the things he talks about doing.

  His cock was out in the open and I was jerking it when I thought about where he was going to ejaculate. We didn’t want to leave a mess in our favorite taxi driver’s car, but there was no way I was getting my mouth anywhere near that thing. Our taxi guy could stay unaware about a handjob — or at least pretend not to know what was going on — but if I put my head in Liam’s lap it would be a lot harder not to notice.

  I took a wet tissue out of my purse and aimed Liam’s cock at it. He made a noise when he came, but I covered it up with a pretend cough. I caught all his spunk in the tissue and used another one to clean off his cock. It wasn’t really that messy — he didn’t come all that much — but any excuse to clean his cock is a good one.

  We were both pretty happy by the time we got to the airport. We gave our taxi guy a big tip and thanked him for being so awesome to us on our trip.

  “You’ll definitely be our guy the next time we’re in Bali,” I told him, even though we don’t know if or when we’ll ever actually go back.

  We appreciated how much he made everything easier for us. It would have been a good trip either way, but it was more relaxing because of him.

  Then we made our way into the crowd and bustle of Denpasar Airport.

  Bali’s international airport isn’t the biggest airport in the world, but it’s very crowded. I’ve heard they’re going to build a new airport that can handle more people, but that hasn’t happened yet. Hong Kong Airport is a lot bigger and handles a lot more traffic, but it seems less crowded. It’s designed better to handle the heavier traffic.

  We made our way through security and waited in the endless line at passport control. Most airports have as many lines as there are open counters and everyone’s trying to find the shortest line — but the shortest isn’t necessarily the fastest.

  I think Hong Kong does it the right way. They just have one big line that funnels out to all the counters. The line is always long, but it moves quickly because the next person in line always goes to the next counter.

  When we got through everything we still had plenty of time before our flight. At Hong Kong Airport you’ve got enough things to do to pass the time. If you don’t want to eat or go shopping you can get a massage or even take a shower and rent a private room to take a nap. Denpasar Airport just had food and shopping.

  It had been a few hours since breakfast, so we got a snack. Neither of us likes airport food, but sometimes it’s better than nothing. There’s nothing great about airport food when you’ve been eating home cooking and good local cuisine. It’s like a microwave TV dinner compared to a nice restaurant.

  After our snack we still had plenty of time, so Liam suggested we find a quiet place somewhere and go at it like monkeys in a sacred forest. I thought that was too dangerous. That’s not the kind of thing you should do at any airport. Security is constantly watching your every move and too many people are paranoid about anything they think might look suspicious.

  An airport in a Muslim country is probably the last place you want to mess with security. Women have been arrested simply for having sex in their homes in Indonesia. Sex in an airport probably comes with a mandatory public stoning for the woman. The man probably gets a medal.

  We found a corner of the airport that was almost quiet and not as crowded as everywhere else. We sat there and talked about what we would do to each other if we could get away with it.

  “You should walk around the airport wearing just the plastic raincoat,” Liam said. “And nothing underneath.”

  “You should walk around in just a diaper,” I told him. “That way you could pee wherever you wanted.”

  I thought it was funny at the time, but then it took me a while to get that image out of my head.

  “I’d sit you down on one of those luggage shopping carts and eat you out while walking around the airport,” he said.

  “I’d give you a blowjob on one of the moving walkways,” I said.

  We both agreed it might be fun to do it on the baggage carousel.

  Eventually it was time to board our flight and lea
ve our little fantasy world.

  “We can still do it in the plane’s bathroom,” Liam suggested. “I’ve always wanted to do it on a plane.”

  He’s told me about his plane fantasy a million times, but one person can barely fit in those things. I don’t know how anyone ever has sex in them. Forget about security, they’re just too small. I’ve tried changing clothes in there and it’s too cramped for that. Sex seems impossible to me.

  We landed in Hong Kong after 10:30. Getting through Hong Kong passport control is always easy — especially for me since I have a Hong Kong ID. Liam had to wait in the long line for everyone else since he gave up his residency when he moved to Mainland China. Hong Kong is part of China, but the visas and paperwork make them seem like two different countries.

  Once you make it through the airport hurdles and out into the real world, the Airport Express is a very quick and easy way to get from the airport into the city.

  Some cities are hard to get to from the main international airport — or at least take a long time. Hong Kong makes the trip simple and incredibly efficient. Hong Kong has its share of problems, but going back and forth from the airport to the city isn’t one of them. Someone was really on their game when they came up with the Airport Express.

  We only had the night together in Hong Kong before Liam had to fly back to China the next morning. I made sure Livia and Hiram spent the night at their apartment so Liam and I could have some private time to ourselves.

  We were both hungry after a long day of sitting around and waiting so we went to Paisano’s and got some pizza to take home. We ate pizza for dinner while watching Hong Kong TV. It’s funny — I’ve always thought of Hong Kong TV as foreign since it’s so different from American TV, but after Bali it seemed so normal and familiar.

  After dinner we went to the bedroom and had some of the best sex of our lives. It wasn’t anything exotic or original. We weren’t outdoors or in a pool or hanging from the ceiling. We were in our bedroom in our bed with the lights off. Liam was on top and I was holding his butt while he took his time. We weren’t in a hurry and we knew we had all night.