Dorsai - Kelly's adventures

You should probably check with Marlyn, though, just to make sure."

"I will."

Both of us got undressed and went in to take a shower. As I'd predicted in Manila, we'd had far more showers in tepid water than hot – and a couple of them were outright cold. So we'd gotten into the habit of showering together so that we could eliminate the risk of one of us freezing when even the tepid water ran out.

We'd also learned not to dawdle in the shower – there was never any telling just how much water there was.

The net effect was that we had plenty of time to clean up and change clothes before heading for the lobby area. We got there about twenty after six, and gave Marlyn ten minutes past the agreed-on deadline before going out to eat. As Bhoy had said, there were a number of places to eat just a couple blocks from the hotel. We talked it over, and decided that the fast food from lunch had hit a pleasant spot, so we settled on Kentucky Fried Chicken. It was most definitely a change of pace from the fresh-cooked, low-fat Filipino food we'd had the last few weeks. Not necessarily a good change, though – just a change.

There were a few stores nearby, and the two of us did a little shopping.

I settled on a couple of nice Barong Tagalog shirts (similar to the Latin guayabera, a loose outside-the-pants shirt with embroidered designs) and a few carved wooden figurines. Kelly chose some pretty seashell jewelry that was surprisingly inexpensive.

By the time we'd finished our shopping, it was still relatively early, but we headed back toward the hotel anyway. Along the way, we stopped at a sari-sari store to re-hydrate with a Coke. I'd explained to Kelly on the flight over that a sari-sari store is essentially a small booth where the owner sold small quantities of a relatively few popular items at mildly inflated prices – think of an entire convenience store scaled down to half the size of a one-car garage. The owner never got rich, but seldom went broke, either; you could buy anything from a single cigarette to a kilo of rice, which made them fairly popular.

Once we were back in the hotel room, and had our purchases tucked away, we got undressed to enjoy the relative coolness of the room as we watched some TV. When it came time for the news, we shut the set off and snuggled up to each other. I didn't mind in the slightest when I felt Kelly reach down to take my penis in hand, since I already had a hand cupped around one of her breasts.

I kissed her softly on the cheek as I ran my thumb across her nipple, feeling it growing slightly under my attentions. Kelly responded by giving my penis a few gentle squeezes, then stroking it a bit as I began to grow in her hand. When I moved to kiss her cheek again, Kelly turned her head so that our lips met. From that initial contact, our lips soon parted so that we could duel with each other's tongues. I continued to grow under Kelly's tender care, even as I felt her nipple getting even longer and harder under my hand. After a bit, I moved my hand to her other breast to bring it up to speed with the first as Kelly continued to stroke me toward erection while we kissed.

We'd already made love several times during the trip, but this one was special. I knew that Kelly's desire for us to make love wasn't triggered by the money she'd spent. Rather, I'd encouraged her to express her concern for, and interest in, others; so she was physically expressing the love she had for me, just as we had used our hearts and pockets to show others our love and concern for them.

As I felt myself getting close to being completely hard, I let my hand ease its way down Kelly's body, ending up at the soft, dark cloud between her thighs. She readily spread her legs for me so that I could draw a finger between her wet and extended labia. As it passed over the entrance to her womanhood, I could feel how hot and wet she was inside.

I repeated my actions a few more times; with each pass, I let my finger dip a little deeper into her. By the time I finally let my finger slide into her slick opening, Kelly was panting slightly with her arousal and caressing my full-blown erection with more and more insistence.

When I knew she was completely ready for me, I slowly pulled my finger free of the clasp of her vaginal muscles. Despite all the times that we'd taken pleasure in each other's bodies, she still felt wonderfully hot and tight to me.

With my finger free of her intimate grasp, she quickly pulled my hand up so that she could take my finger into her mouth to clean her own juices from it. When she'd removed even the faintest taste of herself from it, she let me pull it free of her lips with a soft 'pop' before giving me a wanton, lecherous grin.

Kelly went on to put a hand on my chest to nudge me over onto my back; once there, she moved over me to start kissing her way down my body until she got as far as my penis. She locked eyes with me before slowly lowering her head to take the head of my penis into her mouth. To my surprise, she only held me there for a few seconds – just long enough to give me a thorough coating of her saliva before raising herself up again to straddle my hips. Once in position, she took me into her hand and held me in place as she lowered herself onto my still-glistening member.

With only a couple of tries, she had me completely inside her, moaning her pleasure when she felt our pubic hair mesh.

After a few seconds, she leaned forward to make her breasts available to me. Firm as they were the first time I sampled them, her breasts were a delight to the eye: a trifle larger than a B-cup, they were smooth and without blemish. Her areolas were relatively small and puckered with her arousal. They, in turn, were capped by the hard pebbles of her nipples.

I happily took the end of one of her breasts in my mouth and started sucking on it – which brought a soft moan of pleasure from Kelly. When I'd drawn her nipple and areola to form little volcanoes in my mouth, I switched over to do the same to the other. As I was doing all this, I was also letting my hands wander across her body – caressing her sides and hips, back and butt, legs and arms. I could never touch her without again marveling at how smooth and soft and clear her skin was.

While I was nursing at her breasts and delighting at the feel of her under my hands, Kelly started moving over me slightly by beginning a slow, short hunching motion on my penis. Moving barely an inch along my member, she was consciously using her internal muscles to clench herself around me – using her vagina to milk my erection the way a farmer would milk a cow: relaxing herself as she lowered herself onto me, then tightening around me as she lifted herself up again.

The sensations she was creating felt exquisite (!!), so it wasn't long before I was willing to release her nipple from my mouth and let her raise her body so that she was sitting over me again. I was able to reach up and cup her breasts in my hand while she slowly increased the extent of her movements over me; before long, she was sliding herself along my entire length, with only the head of my erection staying inside her. Her motions were still slow and languorous; I knew that I wasn't making love to her – SHE was making love to me. Even as I was savoring the sensations she was creating around me, I couldn't help but contemplate my good fortune that such a warm, loving, intelligent, and*attractive* young woman would choose to give herself to someone nearly twice her age.

For perhaps ten minutes we stayed like that, with Kelly's actions steadily increasing our mutual arousal and pleasure. She leaned forward several times to let me lick and suck on her breasts and nipples as she continued her self-impalements on my male spear. Only a couple of times was I tempted to contribute more to our excitement. Both times, I easily dismissed the mild urge; our lovemaking like this was Kelly's gift to me, and I had no desire to interfere. Instead, I accepted the love and affection and pleasure that she was offering me, in the spirit that she was giving them – and it only made me fall in love with her all over again.