GIRL SEVEN, REPRISE

As soon as I entered, all the girls called out my little darling’s name. This time, my girl was not embarrassed at all. If anything she seemed quite honored that I had come back for her for a second night, which is the way I thought it was supposed to be all the time! I paid the mama, and waited outside while she went downstairs to get her overnight supplies. She returned a moment later. I told her to go back and get the panda. She hesitated a moment as if to ask, are you sure? I said go get it. She gave me the biggest little girl smile and literally dashed down the stairs. She came running back, hugging that thing like it was her own baby and she gave me that incredibly genuine little girl smile again. Nice to see her happy, made me feel like shit for not spending the extra couple of bucks to get the Pooh she really wanted.

We walked out to the road and grabbed taxi, she was hugging that panda for all she was worth. I pried it loose from her grip a little bit, and put her hand on my leg, saying one of the few Indo words I remembered, “iri hati”, jealous! I was joking of course. She smiled at me, and snuggled really close for the rest of the taxi ride, but kept her other arm wrapped tightly around the panda. I started to wonder if I had made a mistake in asking her to bring it? But the warmth and softness of her body melting into mine once again assured me I had not.

The front desk did not ignore us like at the Melia. Instead they smiled at us like we were both honored guests, no snickering or disapproving looks from either the males or females behind the counter, or the bell boy, very refreshing. That alone was enough to make me prefer the less expensive Hotel 2000 to Melia.

We got to my room and immediately showered, together. It was at once a much more intimate situation than our first time together. We both seemed to feel so much more comfortable with each other. We soaped and washed each other in the shower, taking a long time and having some giggles and fun together. Then we got on the bed and had slow, sensual, very unimaginative sex, that was so much more like making love than just having sex that I was very much blown away.

We spent the rest of the afternoon just enjoying each other’s company. The TV was on, but we did not watch it much. I read my novel a little, but we “talked” so frequently that I did not make much progress. She continued to “study” my phrase book. I tried to explain a few simple English phrases to her, and we “talked” the best we could for a couple of hours, never tiring, just enjoying it more and more. We would rest for a few minutes, then one of us would grab the phrase book or electronic translator for another round of “getting to know you”.

I taught her what I thought would be her most essential phrase as a working girl, “Condom Everytime”. She smiled as I made her repeat it dozens of times. Not that it will do much good, but it’s a matter of risk management. The more often she uses them, the less her risks will be. Even if she only uses them sometimes, her risk will be that much less than not using them at all. I also spent a long time telling her that her baby’s education should be the most important goal in her life, and to make sure the child studied English seriously. I suppose it was falling on mostly deaf ears, but it made me feel like I was doing my good deed for the day. And if she takes heed at all, it will only be to her and her child’s benefit, won’t it? It was by far the most enjoyable afternoon for me in Batam, and confirmed that meeting people and getting to like them is my foremost pleasure. Too bad she was the only Indonesian friend I made during my stay in Batam.

Around 6pm we headed out to Lucy’s. I was by now very enamored with my little gal. I had asked her what she wanted to eat, and she actually expressed a desire to eat sate, bless her little heart. I was tired of the blank looks and “up to you” I got from the other girls. She even specified mutton sate, not chicken. I asked the Lucy’s waitress where to get good sate that would be suitable for my date and me. She suggested Sari Eco. We went to the Red Cock next, and talked a minute with Kenneth the manager. My gal made a favorable impression, “sweet” being the operative adjective. (of course, what the hell was he going to say, “Man that is one sorry looking bitch”!!!!???…I don’t think so). Still, interesting to note that he used the term sweet, not pretty or hot or intelligent or sexy or anything.

I had hoped to use the English speaking ability of the waitresses at Lucy’s and Red Cock to translate for us. But I soon found out that was not a good idea. The waitresses were a little embarrassed to do it, although they helped when I asked very specific questions. And I noticed that both my date and I were sort of uncomfortable including others in our private little world. So I gave up the idea of having a long in depth discussion with her via translator, and we went to Sari Eco for dinner. It turned out to be sort of a mini pujasera outdoor eating place. We got mutton sate and meatball soup and ice tea, which she ordered. She seemed a bit confused about how to order, and to whom to pay the money. But at least she could speak the language and got us all fixed up. I am not sure I would have enjoyed trying to navigate the place by myself. The food was quite good. I did not drink much beer, only a couple at the bars before dinner, and the dinner was good and light. As we took the taxi back to the hotel, I felt very good, not drunk, not too full, just right.

We took yet another shower together, she showered more often and longer than the previous girls, much to my approval. We hit the sack, it was probably around 8pm, no TV, lights turned low, both nude, both ready for love making, both expecting, and if I may dare say so, both desiring to do it.

We went very slowly this time, and I remember it pretty well as I had not had much to drink. We kissed a lot, and I started to kiss her all over, on her neck, shoulders, chest, and slowly to her nipples. She breathed a sudden deep breath when I took her nipple all the way in my mouth, a sign to me that she was probably into it, and not just putting on an act. I spent a long time kissing and licking her upper body, going back and forth between her little breasts, her neck, tummy, belly button, and every square inch of skin I could reach. I finally worked my way down between her legs, and spent yet another long time teasing all around her inner thighs and pussy before finally lightly licking her clit. She let out a deep breath this time and tensed her whole body as I licked it again, ever so lightly. Yes indeed, this was no act. I continued my ministrations, slowly increasing the pace. I inserted a finger in her pussy, and she started to pump against me. I licked her more vigorously while working my finger in and out and all around. I continued working on her, gradually increasing the pace and urgency. I suppose we kept that up for nearly an hour, she had several convulsions, letting out little guttural groans of passion, until she finally pushed me away as I guess she got too sensitive and could take no more. I kissed her again, and she smiled and kissed me back. I wondered to myself when was the last time she had enjoyed sex like that, and made myself believe that it had been a long, long time ago, hell, maybe never!!!!

I gave her a few moments to recover, then slowly entered her. So soft and tender, but not sloppy, plenty of stimulation from her naturally tight pussy, I wondered what she had been like before the baby? Maybe too small for me? But now she was perfect. A perfect fit. I rolled over and had her got on top, for the first time. She might not have been great at bj or hj, but she was damn good at fucking. She rode me nicely, not like a bucking bronco (me no like), but slow and soft (me like, me like!), sometimes standing on her tiny feet and stroking me straight up and down, sometimes resting on her knees and rocking back and forth, sometimes leaning forward and resting her head on my chest, sometimes leaning back, letting me admire her wonderful smooth flat tummy and tiny body. I finally came just like that. I just let the feeling overwhelm me. No struggling to reach the finish line, no trying to hold off in order to “please” the girl, just pure enjoyment on my part. The small, very small, macho part of my brain was yelling at me for being so stupid (man, you should have fucked her doggie style, you should have put her on her back with her legs above her head and slammed her silly, you should have grabbed her tiny butt with your hands and rammed it so deep she would never forget it, show her the way a “real” man makes love). But no, I was in a dreamy state, had no desire to be Mr. Macho sex fiend, and just let her ride me ever so slowly and gently all the way to heaven.

We quickly fell asleep in each other’s arms, with the ever present panda happily snuggled between us.

I suppose it was around 10pm when we drifted into an easy sleep. At midnight I awoke with a hardon. Imagine that! And what luck! A most wonderful little receptacle for my lust was laying right next me! I turned on my side, and hugged my little darling, pressing my hardon up against her side. She woke, and to my surprise and delight, turned to face me. With no other preliminaries other than a short kiss, she lifted her leg and guided me home. Now maybe I just need to get out more, but this position was a first for me. Never met a girl who could so easily accommodate me in that position. We lay on our sides facing each other, snuggling against each other so comfortably. I am still not sure exactly how are legs were intertwined, I only know that it was incredibly easy and comfortable. These sideway trysts so often end up with one leg sticking out, or me desperately trying to twist my body to get a good angle for really good penetration. But not this time. I just lay in the same comfortable position and glided right in to the hilt while hugging her close to me. Damn that was nice. After several minutes of nice slow rocking I once again had a dreamy orgasm. Then back to sleep, all three of us, little darling, me, and the panda, his constant grin mimicking mine.

Whaddya know, 2am rolls around and my little darling rolls to face me, I wake up, and she has her hand on me “down there”. I was a bit surprised, but even more surprised that all I had to do was reach out, cup that deliciously tiny ass of hers in my hand to get an instant erection. She seemed quite happy about that and once again performed her magic of slightly lifting her leg and guiding me in. A near repeat of two hours ago, and I once again floated into heaven without having to “try” at all. But then there was trouble, my little darling wanted more! She felt my dick and it was not ready. She rested and snuggled. 20 years ago I would have been devastated. Not now. I had my fun, she had hers earlier. If she still wanted more, I could probably give her what she wanted in the morning. Now was sleepy time. But sleep did not come right away. We continued to snuggle ever so comfortably, playing with Mr. Panda, engaging in limited small talk, and before I knew it I was once again ready for action, with her beautiful little butt providing most of the incentive. She again pulled me inside her as she had done twice before. After a few minutes I rolled over and pulled her on top of me. She fucked me as before, but after a few minutes I just pulled her down to me, placed my right hand on her rear helping her to press down onto me, and put my left hand on top of her left shoulder, with her head resting on my chest. In this position, I could help her move “up” with my hand on her butt (and reaping the considerable pleasure of manhandling those little buns), and then push her down very firmly onto my dick by pushing her shoulder and pressing down on her butt. I even pressed the middle finger of my right hand against her little butt hole, and she seemed to actually enjoy that a bit. That was a great position for me, and once again, with no further ado or mindless position changing, I kept her like that all the way to the end. Geez, four times between 10pm and 2:30am…..been a REALLY long time since I’d been with a girl who could get me that excited! Unfortunately, I think my poor little darling was not quite satisfied. I was clearly pooped, so she rolled over away from me, and smoked not one, but two cigarettes straight through, clearly appreciating the calming effect the long heavy inhales gave her. From all the burn marks I had seen all over Batam, on bar tables, restaurant tables, on the hotel towels, carpets, and bed covers, and I was very afraid of a fire, so I stayed very awake until she was done with her second one. Then I got up, and moved her cigs and matches and ashtray away from the side of the bed and across the room.

She, the panda, and I once again found a most comfortable position to snuggle and sleep, this time sleep was easy for both of us, thank goodness!

But the sex gods were not done with us. That old nemesis (when sleeping alone anyway), the morning hard on, was, unbelievably, with me. Not to worry, relief was only a few inches away. She was sleeping with her back to me, holding dear Mr. Panda. I pressed up against her dear little butt and she pressed right back, then rolled over, smiled at me, gave me a sleepy kiss, and once again lifted her leg and guided me into that ever soft, ever ready, tight little pussy. (Did I mention that she was the only girl I was with who was not dry as a bone? Never had to use my trusty astro glide lube even once with her). Remembering the wonderful last orgasm with her on top and my finger pressing her against bunghole, I rolled onto my back and assumed the same position, right hand covering most of her butt, left hand on top of her left shoulder, using my right hand to press down her pelvis against mine, and the left hand to shove her light body down onto my dick. Simply exquisite. I once again pressed one of the digits on my right hand against her sphincter, and once again got no resistance, indeed she acted as if it enhanced her sensations considerably. I further explored her nether regions with my finger, finally inserting it to the hilt and I could feel my dick sliding in and out of her through the thin wall of flesh separating vagina and anal cavities. I used a little bit more of my considerable manly strength (you can stop laughing now) and used my finger a more vigorously on her. I expected her to squirm and ask me to stop at any moment, but perhaps she did not know the words, or did not want to disappointment, or gasp, maybe she actually liked it? Anyway, it was all too much for me and once again, without worrying about postponing things to satisfy her, or to prove what a stud I was, I just let nature take its course in yet another supremely pleasant and satisfying orgasm. I made a mental note to pursue this anal play the next time we were acting frisky!

We took yet another mutual shower, and once again had fun getting each other all soapy, she shampooed again. I asked her if she had a shower available to her at Maxim’s, No. Yikes! Just a bucket? Yes. Shampoo? Not regularly, but she had a bottle now because I bought one for her. I wished the whole world could see her sincere, happy smile, standing in the shower, her hair all wet and bubbly from the shampoo, the top of her head barely reaching my chest. The simple pleasures are the best, aren’t they?

The macho man part of me could not help counting, that makes five times in the last 8 hours, go man go!

I was finally sated, felt no more desire for sex, at least not right away. I asked her if she wanted breakfast. She said yes, but not the hotel buffet. I was quite happy with her announcement. I had not eaten breakfast anywhere except the hotel lobby my entire time in Batam, partly because it was included in the room fee, and partly because I had no idea where else to go. So I was very happy to have her be my guide and brave the wild, wooly, trash filled streets of Batam in search of a “real” Indonesian breakfast. We hopped in the taxi that always seemed to be waiting in front of the hotel, and departed. I don’t’ know what she said to the taxi driver, but I was a little surprised when we ended up at the same place we had dined the nite before, Sari Eco. It dawned on me that she did not know any places in Batam having only been there a week or so. And I guess she had liked the food at Sari Echo, and/or thought I liked it (I did), and felt it was a safe place to go that we could both enjoy. It sure did not seem like a breakfast joint to me when we were there the previous evening, but she seemed to fully expect it to be open at 8:30 in the morning. From the taxi it sure looked closed to me although the front was open. She walked up to it and found one person working, but indeed it was closed. I grabbed her hand, and motioned for her to lead on! Finally my own personal guide, 8 days too late, but better late than never. We walked a short distance, and found a joint that seemed to be serving food.

I have to say, I NEVER would have considered setting foot in that little stall on my own. Dirty, small, barely even a snack bar. It is actually hard to describe. The cooking area was on the sidewalk, or what passed for a sidewalk, and consisted of a small cart. The cart was about 2 feet by 3 feet, with a glass enclosure around it. It contained most of the raw ingredients, a cutting board, and a hot plate for cooking. There was one table set up on the sidewalk with two rough looking Indo men sitting at it, one was eating, the other was smoking. My little darling turned tour guide led me to a shaky wooden bench and table next to them. But then a kindly lady said something and we went past the guys and behind the cart, where there was another more private table that could not be viewed from the street. The table was directly behind the cooking cart and I could see more of the operation. There was a second cooking hot plate on the ground behind the cart, and a rice cooker. There were several dozen eggs also sitting on the ground next to the hot place. In front of our table was a tattered playpen with a pretty large toddler in it. I thought she was about 3 years old. Behind us was a very small room, not more than 6’ x 6’, that seemed to serve as pantry for the restaurant, business office, and family living room. There was an older woman sewing, who smiled at us a lot, none of those disapproving looks. There was a younger woman, who looked as if she could be very attractive if she could get cleaned up, put on some nice clothes, fix her hair, and maybe use a dab of makeup. She was nice and slim, and clearly the over worked, stressed out mother of the 3 year old in the playpen. She answered the phone a couple of times when it rang, and checked the supplies once. The whole place was dark and dingy and dirty. The little table we sat at must have had a hundred burn marks from cigarettes left on the edge of the table. There was a brown beer bottle that said Ketchup on it. The top was open, no cover in sight, with crusted ketchup and a couple of flies almost plugging up the hole. There were also dirty, sticky bottles of soy sauce and hot sauce, and a jar (with a cover) of home made hot chili paste.

I cannot even remember if there were menus or not, but a lady spoke to my guide. It seemed as if my guide was ordering food. Then my smiling little guide turned to me and asked me what I wanted, using sign language. She actually looked like she expected me to answer! How the hell was I supposed to know what was available? I just said “same you”. I think I had to look it up on my handy pocket translator. She got the message. A few minutes later, we were served two teas with ice, and two small bowls of the same type of meatball soup we ate the night before at Sari Eco, but with a few rice noodles added. The soup was surprisingly decent, but not as good as Sari Eco, and the meatballs were not heated all the way through. I was a little concerned for my health, but ate the soup anyway, too fast I think because my thoughtful guide gave me two of her meatballs after I had finished mine. She motioned for me to drink the ice tea, but I was afraid of the ice. I pretended to sip through the straw, but did not swallow. I paid when we finished, R7,000, less than US$1 for a hot breakfast for two with beverage, now that’s a price that’s hard to beat!
Now the only question is whether or not I would get sick. It was a definite concern.

We took a taxi back to the hotel. On the way, she told the driver to stop at a roadside stall selling fruit and bought some apples and pears. I thought the price was high, but we could by then communicate well enough for her to make me realize it was about half the price of Matahari, and she had the look of a wife who had just made a wise decision and saved a good chunk of money. I was getting to like this girl more and more.

Back at the hotel, we once again just hung out. I guess I’m glad I met her last, because I was not as antsy to get out and see things. I was more relaxed and happy to just stay in the room. But I also have to say, that being in the room with her was far more enjoyable than any of the previous girls. She smoked much less than I had feared, in fact, aside from the two midnight smokes, she had just one other cigarette in my room, and opened the window and blew the smoke outside for that one. The TV was usually on, but was background noise, neither of us watched it. I tried to read my novel a bit, but we always seemed to get involved trying to talk. She had my phrase book open most of the time, laying on the bed, trying to keep her short skirt from rising too far up her thighs. She looked so cute, so personable, so sincere, so happy. And I too was very content and happy to be with her.

It was my last day in Batam, a late check out at 3pm and I’d be off for the Singapore airport. My little darling had to be back at Maxim’s at 1pm. Around 11am I started to want to have sex with her, again. I was having dizzying thoughts of her little butt snuggled up against my manhood. I was sitting in the chair, she was lying on the bed, so she could not see or feel my stiffening dick. I don’t know what she would have done had she known.

I made a decision. While I was tempted by her ever so desirable butt, I did not want to push things and end up with my last experience in Batam an unpleasant one. We were having such a nice happy time together, and the sex during the night was so good, I did not want anything to spoil a perfect last day in Batam. So I put my libido on hold, and we lounged around in my room until almost 1pm. We ate a bit of the fruit we bought after breakfast. I felt a lot of compassion for her. Like so many men before me, I felt like I wanted to “rescue” her from her future.

She had only been there a week, had been with two guys before me, said both were not very pleasant, and had another 12 weeks to go on her “contract”. She said she planned to return to Jakarta, her parents, and her baby when the contract was over. But we all know how that goes. She was developing a taste for whiskey and coke, she claimed to have never had alcohol before coming to Batam. She did not smoke much, and said she had shared the first pack of smokes I bought for her with her “friends” at work. But I could imagine her smoking more and more, out of boredom if nothing else. And getting used to going with different men. And getting jaded, and hardened, and blah blah blah, we all know the story all too well. Well, at least I met her before all that happened to her, while she was still the sweet person she was born to be. And I can always hope she will be the exception to the rule, I’ll probably never know.

I wanted to introduce my little darling to the owner’s of Lucy and the guide who had arranged for some of my previous companions, maybe just to show off (hey look what I found!!), maybe to see what they would think about her, and maybe because I hoped the guide might introduce some generous, kind gentlemen to her (hell, if she has to work, might as well have fun and make as much money as possible, right?)

Around noon we headed over to Lucy’s. We ordered drinks. I got soda water, she wanted whiskey and coke, which surprised me and bothered me a bit, perhaps a sign she was already falling into the trap. I told her no, just a regular coke. I did not feel like a cheap Charlie that time, although she may have thought I was. I was actually concerned for her and did not want her to get used to drinking alcohol, especially not at 11am.

We met Lucy’s owner, who agreed that she indeed seemed incredibly sweet, clearly a new comer. He talked to her a minute, but it turns out that instead of getting some inspired insight into her soul which he could then share with me, he just confirmed what I had already figured out, she was divorced, 20 years old, one baby, from Jakarta, been in town a little over a week, did not know Batam well at all. That’s about it. I asked where my former guide was. Lucy’s owner said he was at the Melia, recovering from a very late party the night before. I felt a little jealous that I had not had a crazy, all night, drunken party with a bunch of girls that I imagined must have degenerated into a non-stop orgy. But I have always felt left out, like I was missing something. Ironically, the few times in my life I’ve had a chance to be at a “wild, drunken, all night party”, I hated it. But enough of my own personal problems……..

We called the guide on his cell phone, rousting him from his hungover slumber, and arranged to meet him in the lobby of the Melia. I was very anxious to introduce my little darling to the guide. The girls he had arranged for me seemed to think very highly of him, referring to him as older brother, and talked to him with friendly respect. I was hoping perhaps he could befriend my little darling as well. The introductions were made, he talked to her very briefly, and seemed disinterested, like his mind was elsewhere. I asked what was up, and he said she did not want to go with bule. That was the end of that. My girl sort of looked at me as if to ask why I had wanted her to meet him. Duh……..uh…….well uh…I thought uh……..oh hell…….

We went back to my room for our last half hour together. Again thoughts of sex were on my mind, but I held them in check. We tried to hash out that no bule thing. Communication was difficult as it always was, but she smiled and was ever so patient. She could not really offer much of an explanation, except something along the lines that she in fact did not want to go with bule, except only me. Never understood why she agreed to go with me in the first place. Flattered, confused, and a little saddened, I bid farewell to my little darling. I filled her tiny purse with all my left over condoms, my left over chocolates, all my left over Rupiah (reserving taxi fare to Batu Ampar), and my pocket rocket vibrator that saw no action at all during my stay, and finally gave her my phrase book. She accepted all the small stuff casually, but asked me several times if I really wanted to give her the phrase book, and seemed very happy to learn I was serious in giving it to her.

During our “English lessons”, I had admonished her to do two things……make sure her baby goes to school (12+ years) and learns English, and for her to always use a condom. (she was perfectly willing, depressingly willing, to have sex with me without a condom, right from the very first time.) I once again admonished her “Condom Everytime!”, and urged her to devote herself to her child’s education, including English. She shed not a tear, but instead gave me that warm sincere smile, a quick hug, and she walked out the door, and out of my life.

Gosh I hope she survives, such a sweet little darling.

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