Two Weeks in Bali and a Confession I Can’t Forget
I had never traveled alone until that summer. I had just turned thirty-two, had recently ended a long relationship that had slowly faded from exhaustion, and all my body was asking for was to disappear for fifteen days somewhere no one knew my name. I spent an entire afternoon looking at maps and ended up buying a cheap flight to a coastal village in southern Bali. I didn’t even book a hotel beyond the first three nights.
The first few days were strange, and they were strange because of me. I went for walks along the seafront, ordered cold beer at any bar with a terrace, and sat watching people go by. I tried talking to women who caught my eye, and the conversation died after two minutes, or I discovered that what I had read as interest was just politeness. On the third night I went back to the hotel angry with myself, lay down fully dressed on top of the bedspread with my cock hard from sheer sexual frustration, pulled it out and quickly jerked off thinking about any of the women who had smiled at me out of politeness, and promised myself I would try something else the next day.
I started early on the fourth day. In midmorning I went into a small bar overlooking the pier and ordered seafood and a beer. I was eating slowly, watching the fishermen unload crates, when she walked in.
She was different from the rest. A little taller, with firm hips, large breasts pressed beneath a tight shirt that showed her nipples outlined beneath it, with no bra, dark skin, and black hair reaching halfway down her back. She sat two tables away, ordered something to drink, and looked around unhurriedly. When her eyes met mine, she smiled. It wasn’t a polite smile. It was a smile that invited me to stand up.
I approached with my beer in hand and offered her another. She accepted. Her name was Kadek. She had lived in that village for years and worked, she told me with a disarming naturalness, accompanying single tourists who were passing through. She told me while looking me straight in the face, without disguising it, as if she were offering me a coffee. A rate for the night, a rate for the whole day, whatever we wanted to agree on.
—But first I have to ask you something —I said, uncomfortable.
She laughed and stood up before I could finish. She took my hand and led me to the bar’s bathroom, a small place with a latch. She closed the door and, without taking her eyes off mine, asked for my permission. I nodded. She slowly lifted her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties. Just her, real, with thick, brown lips shining with moisture, and a dark, dense triangle that dried my mouth. She spread her pussy open with two fingers so I could clearly see the pink inside, already wet, and showed it to me without shame. She took my hand and carefully placed it over herself. I ran my fingers along her soaked slit, pushed my index and middle fingers in to the knuckles, and felt her contract around them. I moaned like a teenager when I pulled out my glistening fingers and sucked them.
—Satisfied? —she asked with a smile, my saliva mixed with her juices dripping from my chin.
—More than satisfied.
—Then talk to me outside. We’ll agree on whatever you want, and you can pay me when we get to your hotel, not before. I want you to be sure of what you’re doing.
That sentence, spoken with her calmness, was enough to make me trust her. We returned to the table. We agreed on the whole day and the whole night, at a rate that seemed ridiculous to me for what I was about to experience. I paid the bar bill and we walked to my hotel along cobbled streets, our fingers brushing, while the sun began to sink over the sea.
***
I closed the bedroom door and stood there, not really knowing how to begin. Kadek did. She set her bag on the bedside table, took my face in both hands, and kissed me slowly, barely using her tongue at first, as if she wanted me to relax before anything else. When she felt my body give in, she bit my lower lip, slipped her tongue deep into my mouth, and gently pushed me toward the bed. She moved my hand down to her ass and squeezed it with my own palm, showing me where I needed to go.
—Tell me three things you like —she asked, unbuttoning my shirt—. And one you don’t.
I laughed softly, because no one had ever asked me that. I thought for a second. I told her I liked the neck, that I loved watching a woman come, and that an unhurried blowjob drove me crazy. That I liked coming in her mouth if she let me. The things I didn’t like were a couple of specific things I’ve forgotten by now. She nodded as if memorizing them, licked her lips when she heard about my liking to come in her mouth, and we didn’t speak again for quite a while.
She took my trousers off slowly, pulling down my underwear with her teeth until my cock sprang hard against my stomach. She gave a soft little laugh when she saw it and gripped it at the base with her right hand, squeezing until the tip turned purple. She knelt between my legs and ran her tongue along the insides of my thighs before moving to the center. She licked my balls first, one and then the other, taking them completely into her mouth and rolling them with her tongue while looking up at me with wet eyes. When she finally took my cock into her mouth, she did it with a gentleness I hadn’t expected. A long, flat tongue from base to tip, lips tight around the head, one hand holding me firmly while the other massaged my testicles with spread fingers. She took me all the way down her throat, held me there for a few seconds with tears in her eyes, then drew back slowly, leaving a thick strand of saliva hanging from her lip to the tip. Every time my hips threatened to take control, she stopped me with her open palm against my stomach.
—Easy —she murmured between licks, her tongue still circling the head—. We have the whole afternoon.
I held out as best I could. She sucked me for what seemed like an eternity, spitting on the head and stroking me from top to bottom, squeezing the base whenever she felt I was about to come, stopping me, waiting, and then swallowing me whole again. When she let go, my cock was shining with saliva and her juices, throbbing against my navel, and my heart was pounding in my ears. She asked me to lie properly on the bed and climbed on top of me, still dressed from the waist up. She raised her skirt to her waist, gripped my shaft at the base, and rubbed it against her soaked pussy, up and down over her open lips, wetting her fingers and the head at the same time. She sat down slowly, guiding me with her hand, and closed her eyes as she felt herself open around me. She lowered herself inch by inch until I was buried deep, then stayed still, breathing with her mouth half open and swallowing.
—You’re all the way inside —she whispered—. You can feel how I’m squeezing you.
She began moving in slow circles, grinding me against her bone, squeezing my cock inside with muscles I hadn’t known existed. I pushed her shirt up to her neck and freed heavy, dark breasts with broad, hard nipples that bounced softly with every rotation. I took them from the base, kneaded them without squeezing too hard, and lowered my mouth to one hard nipple, sucking and biting it until she let out a long moan. She braced herself on my shoulders and began rising and falling with a new rhythm, faster now, dropping her whole weight until our skin collided with a wet sound, letting out moans that asked no one’s permission. Every time she came down, a tight “yes, like that” escaped between her teeth.
I dug my fingers into her hips and helped her move harder. The bed squeaked, her breasts bounced, and I watched my cock slide in and out, shining with her juices, its base covered in a white foam that was all hers. She brought one hand to her pussy and began rubbing her clitoris with two fingers in quick circles, right above where I was penetrating her, and in less than a minute I felt her whole body tremble.
She came on top of me without my having to do much. It was a long orgasm, the kind that travels through the body from top to bottom in waves, while she squeezed me inside as if she never wanted to let me go, milking my cock with contractions that came and went. Her juices ran down her thighs onto mine, a warm puddle soaking the sheet. She stayed pressed against my chest, trembling, her nipples digging into my skin, and I held her tightly until she caught her breath.
When she could speak, she pushed me over so that I was on top. She asked for what came next without beating around the bush. She told me she really liked it in the ass, that it had been a long time since she had surrendered herself that way to anyone, and that she trusted me, but needed me to go slowly at first. I nodded. She got on all fours in the middle of the bed, arching her back, and offered me her ass, spreading her cheeks herself with both hands. I saw her dark, wrinkled asshole, and below it her pussy still dripping from the previous orgasm. I found lubricant in my toiletry bag and took all the time in the world preparing her. I knelt behind her and first ate her there, running my tongue from her clitoris to her anus in long licks, soaking everything. I pushed my tongue into her ass, pressing with the tip until I felt her ring relax, while she moaned into the pillow and pushed her ass backward, seeking more.
Then one finger. Lubricated and cold, up to the second knuckle, moving in circles until I felt her give. Then two, opening them slowly in a scissoring motion. She breathed deeply, pushing herself against my hand, while with the other I put three fingers into her pussy and masturbated her at the same time. I ate the back of her neck, bit her shoulder, and whispered in her ear how open I had her, how good her ass looked waiting for me.
When I entered, I did it millimeter by millimeter. The head first, pressing against the slippery asshole until it yielded with a small pop and disappeared inside. She held her breath, released it in a long sigh, and I stayed still, waiting, my hands firm on her hips. I pushed little by little, half a centimeter and a pause, half a centimeter and a pause, until I felt my balls against her pussy. She was the one who set the pace with her hand on my hip, until she released me and I could increase it. At first, short, controlled thrusts, then longer ones, pulling almost all the way out to the head and plunging back in hard. Her ass tightened around my cock in waves every time I thrust deep.
I leaned over her back, slipped one hand underneath to her clitoris, and rubbed it in time with my thrusts. With the other I grabbed her hair and gently pulled it backward, making her arch more deeply. She began repeating “harder, harder” into the pillow, and I obeyed. She came again, with a short, muffled cry against the fabric, squeezing my ass so tightly she nearly expelled me, and that was when I let myself go too, buried to the hilt, my final thrust driven deep, while she gripped my wrist hard and repeated my name. I felt myself emptying into her ass in several hot spurts, and when I finally pulled out, my cum slowly trickled from her open anus and dripped over her perineum to her pussy.
***
We slept. I don’t know for how long. When I opened my eyes it was almost night, and Kadek was coming out of the shower wrapped in a towel, her hair wet and her skin shining.
—Shall we eat out? I know a place —she suggested.
We had grilled lobster on a terrace above the rocks, with candles surrounded by little glass chimes tinkling in the wind. I asked her to tell me about herself, and she agreed on the condition that I tell her about myself. We talked about families, jobs, and why each of us had ended up at that table facing the other. There was no trick and no seduction act in that part. I liked it more because of that.
On the walk back to the hotel along the beach, we ran into another woman Kadek knew. Her name was Dewi. She wore a short, light-colored dress and a scarf tied around her neck. They hugged, spoke in their language for a minute, and then Kadek turned to me with a smile I couldn’t quite read.
—Dewi has the night free. I’ve told her what you’re like. If you want, she can join us. Only if you want.
I looked at Dewi. I looked at Kadek. I asked what I had learned to ask in only a few hours:
—Are you both comfortable with this?
They both nodded and laughed at the same time, as if my question amused them. We agreed on Dewi’s rate right there, beneath the light of a streetlamp, and continued walking toward the hotel, the three of us.
***
In the room, the two of them began undressing each other with such naturalness that I sat on the edge of the bed watching them. Dewi was smaller than Kadek, with smaller, firmer breasts, dark, pointed nipples, and a shaved pussy with a thin strip of hair that left her lips exposed. They kissed unhurriedly, using their tongues, sucked each other’s nipples, slipped their hands between each other’s thighs, and spread their pussies open with two fingers. Kadek knelt and ate Dewi’s pussy while she stood, Dewi leaning against the wall with one leg over Kadek’s shoulder, and from the bed I watched Kadek’s tongue slide in and out, glistening, while Dewi writhed and pulled her hair. It was obvious this wasn’t the first time they had been together like that. When they turned toward me, their cheeks were flushed and their mouths shiny with each other’s juices.
Dewi knelt between my legs and grabbed my cock with both hands, looking at it for a second before spitting on it. She took it into her mouth just as Kadek had earlier, but with a different style, faster, naughtier, with more tongue and less suction. She pulled my cock out and pushed it back in noisily on purpose, drew it out completely to lick my balls, and swallowed it again with a wet gurgle. Kadek climbed onto the bed behind me, straddled my back, wrapped her arms around my neck, and bit my ear, while with one hand she pressed one of her breasts against my shoulder and with the other pushed Dewi’s head downward so she would take my cock all the way down. After a while, Dewi released me with a pop, lay on her back in the middle of the bed, opening her legs and stretching one arm toward me, her pussy open and already wet, waiting for me.
I lay on top of her and entered slowly. She was tight and hot, squeezing me differently from Kadek, with quick spasms running along my cock every few seconds. Kadek positioned herself astride Dewi’s face, offering me her back as she lowered her pussy onto her friend’s mouth. I leaned forward and kissed Kadek’s shoulders while moving inside Dewi, holding Kadek’s waist with one hand while Dewi ate her from below, her tongue buried inside and her chin shining. The room filled with moans traveling in three different directions and meeting in the air. Kadek turned and kissed me over her shoulder, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth while I thrust into Dewi with increasingly deep strokes, feeling Dewi moan against Kadek’s pussy and those moans vibrate through Kadek’s whole body.
We changed positions many times. Dewi on top, riding me, with Kadek kneeling beside her, guiding her hips, grabbing her breasts from behind, and whispering in her ear. Kadek on her stomach with Dewi licking her ass while I fucked her doggy-style from behind. The two of them on their knees at the edge of the bed, ass to ass, while I passed my cock from one pussy to the other, fucking them in turns, two thrusts in Kadek, two in Dewi, two in Kadek, until I lost count. Both of them trying different angles, laughing together when something didn’t go as they wanted, sucking each other’s nipples during the breaks. I stopped thinking. I watched them, touched them, and responded to what they asked for. They gave me a double blowjob while kneeling together in front of me, licking my cock from opposite sides and kissing with the head pressed between their two mouths, and I almost came right there on their faces.
At some point, Kadek whispered something into Dewi’s ear that I didn’t understand, and Dewi pushed me in the chest so I ended up on my back. She lay beside me, leaned over my ear, and asked if she could try something different. She explained that she wanted to put it in me. Kadek had borrowed a small dildo with a harness from the drawer, and she wanted to use it slowly while Kadek took care of my cock in front. I said yes before I had finished processing it.
Dewi put on the harness while Kadek helped her adjust the straps around her petite hips. The dildo was black and not very thick, shining with lubricant. They made me lie on my side with one leg raised, and Dewi positioned herself behind me. I felt her hands spreading my ass cheeks, and then her tongue, warm and curious, moving in circles over my anus. No one had ever done that to me. A long moan escaped me. Then came a lubricated finger, very slowly, turning inside me until I got used to it. Meanwhile Kadek climbed astride me and sat down on my entire cock in one movement, staying still at first, letting me feel Dewi opening me from behind. She began riding me slowly, bracing her hands on my chest, kissing me with her mouth open and biting my lip.
When Dewi entered me with the dildo, she did it so slowly that I barely felt it. Just a pressure that kept growing, and a new, bright, stabbing sensation when she reached a point very deep inside that made me arch my neck. Kadek felt me tremble, laughed softly, and quickened her pace on top of me. The three of us began moving in rhythm, Dewi pushing from behind whenever Kadek lowered herself, pulling out when Kadek rose, and suddenly I no longer knew what was what. I only knew I had Kadek squeezing my cock inside her with spasms and Dewi touching a place I hadn’t known I had. Kadek bent down and sucked my nipples, biting them, while Dewi whispered in my ear in her language and caressed my chest from behind.
Everything came together. A wave rising from very deep inside joined my usual orgasm and became something double that left me screaming without a voice. I came in spurts inside Kadek, with contractions so long that I felt her fill and overflow at the corners every time she rose. She came with my final thrust, squeezing me so hard she wrung out what I had left. Dewi withdrew slowly when she felt me relax, lay down pressed against my back, and I kept trembling for a long while with both of them on top of me, hugging me and whispering words in Spanish and words in their language that I didn’t need to understand. Kadek rose off my cock, crouched down, and licked Dewi’s pussy lips, cleaning away the cum dripping between her thighs with her friend’s tongue.
***
The three of us slept tangled together beneath a thin sheet until midmorning, our legs intertwined and our hands still resting where exhaustion had left them. Before breakfast, Kadek woke first and slowly sucked me again until I was hard, then sat on top of me with Dewi still asleep beside us, and we fucked like that, in silence, looking at each other, until I came inside her again. We ate fruit and drank coffee on the room’s terrace, in silence, with no need to fill the air with words, all three mouths still tasting of someone else’s saliva. Dewi left after giving each of us a long kiss and making a vague promise that we would see each other again, a promise the three of us knew wasn’t really a promise. Kadek stayed with me for the rest of the week. She took me to little beaches where there were only fishermen, taught me how to ask for four or five things in her language that I forgot as soon as I got home, jerked me off under the table in two different restaurants, sucked my cock in the back seat of a taxi while the driver watched in the rearview mirror, and said goodbye to me at the airport without any drama, her phone switched off and a smile on her face. I left her a generous tip for everything that wasn’t included in the rate.
It’s been almost three years since then. I haven’t gone back to Bali. I suppose I will someday. Or perhaps I won’t, and this story will remain what it was: two weeks in which I discovered that desire, when negotiated honestly and without fear, can teach you more about yourself than all the years before it put together.
That’s what I took away from it, at least. That’s why I’m writing it now, in this corner of the internet, like someone leaving a confession beneath a stone before returning to his life, with my cock hard beneath the desk again as I remember it all.