Tales of the East IndiesThey say confession is good for the soul so here for what it's worth it is.  Whether I am proud of what happened or not is not something I wish to examine..  Who can ever fully explain their actions - I guess only a shrink might be able to tell me and I have never been to one, never needed one and don't need one now - so to the tales - make of them what you will.  I now completely understand the feeling of loneliness.  The most I've been away from home before is about a week.  I didn't know how I could handle three weeks.  Especially in a really foreign land where few spoke English and there was little in the way of companionship.It becomes difficult - I have, always have had, a fairly high sex drive.  After a comparatively short time away I found that the Shiatsu massage parlour took over a little from my wife.  A hand job from a strange woman is just that, it becomes mechanical relief.  Don't get me wrong it beats self-abuse hands down, indeed it was a mind-blowing experience for several reasons.  Nobody had ever and I mean *ever* done it to me before, not even xxxxx, and the way it was done was so good and polished that it was an incredible experience.  Never, even in my younger more virile days, have I ever ejaculated so hard that both a first and second spurt hit a ceiling nearly six feet above.  When I say I came hard, do I ever mean it.  The hell with toe-nails it felt as if my balls came out through the tip of my penis.  It was the most incredible experience.  Only that one woman out of the massage girls could ever achieve it.  Two of the other girls wouldn't do it, one of the others was only a pale imitation.  I suppose the Issi was just highly skilled.Issi was not a tall girl, few of the natives actually were.  She was certainly no oil painting conforming to that much maligned small breatsed, pear shape with heavy hips that some of the locals develope in middle age.  Not a shape that you would dream about, or ever believe could harbour the talents it did.  Her toes and fingers were instruments of both torture and great pleasure.  They could tease out the knots in your muscles in a way that almost hurt it was so good.  The sexual approach that Issi used was a very deliberate thing that was almost casual in its application.  It was built up over almost half an hour.  You started by lying face down.  My back was worked on by her standing on the massage bench and holding onto a special overhead beam.  Issi used that both for balance and taking some, but not much of her weight.  She stood, very carefully on my pelvic arch, which easily took her extra weight, then she probed with her toes.  You are covered with a towel at this point, and using her toes very precisely she used her weight to break the lesions and loosen the joints in my back and legs.  It's a hell of an experience, intense, but not overly painful.Then, using an oil, Issi started on one of my feet and slowly worked her way up that leg, with me still face down.  Her fingers working at all of the muscles in turn.  Idly I wondered how far she could reach as her fingers were moving up the inside of my leg.The first jolt of realisation that this was different came when Issi 'accidentally' brushed my scrotum from behind with her fingers.  Your immediate reaction is her cue on how she will continue.  If you are startled and look annoyed the expression is sorry and nothing more will happen.  If like me you enjoyed it and make more room it occurs again.  I glanced over my shoulder and echoed her slight grin before relaxing and laying flat again.  The oil and massage continued to the tops of the inside of my thighs and all round my ass. Her fingers just touching, teasing my asshole, kneading deeply, then brushing lightly.Jesus were those fingers talented, it took a lot of self control not to blow my wad right there and then.The towel was then moved to allow access to the other leg and it started all over again with my other foot.  If anything the feelings were even more intense because I know what might happen.  My erection was like iron and aching.  I swear my balls were bright blue.  After even more intense stimulation Issi moved on then, almost reluctantly,to my back and neck.  This allowed some of the sensations to die down, but the only real effect was to put them on the back burner for a while.Issi then asked me turn over and my burgeoning erection was noted with a gentle smile.  She then worked the same way with the front of my legs with the towel draped almost obscenely over my penis.  It just grew and grew and in the end the towel slipped off, Issi didnÕt bother to replace it.  I know from curiosity in my younger days that normal I could produce about eight, maybe eight and a bit inches.  In the height of passion you could maybe add another bit to make close to nine.  I swear I have never seen or felt so large - it was fiery red and  throbbing.  In the end Issi simply added oil to it and ran both hands round it, Then with one hand round my ballsand squeezing then very gently she stroked with me with the other.  Her timing was exquisite even if I only lasted less than a minute.  Issi built and timed the climax of her actions virtually precisely to mine and I watched the spurt hit the ceiling with two bursts and then go on to produce more fluid than I ever had before - it must have been the final insertion of a well oiled finger in my ass stroking my prostate that did it.I knew I hit the ceiling, so did she.  She actually climbed onto the bench and wiped it off.  My heartbeat must have been up towards two hundred.  Issi actually took about five minutes gently stroking my chest and stomach to reduce my erection to limp.  She let me sleep for about ten minutes to allow my heart rate to get back down to less than dangerous before she finished the massage off.  I thought that the effect might be because by that time I had been away from home for almost a week, perhaps it was, but when Issi did it again four days later, the feeling she produced was just as intense, both physically and mentally.  The build up was the same but instead of using oil she decided to use her lips and tongue to finish me off with both her hands working on my ass and my balls.  The effect was painful, totally awesome, very special, and if it never happens again I will remember it to my deathbed.  After the second attack by Issi my balls ached for almost twentyfour hours.  But what an ache!##########The other tale was an incident which was not premeditated, but when it happened, it felt almost pre-ordained.  I am by star-sign exactly, to almost the second, divided between Taurus, the Bull, and Gemini, the Twins.  Now say what you like about astrology, then go out and buy the book by the American Lady Astrologer - Linda Goodman - it's called, perhaps surprisingly, "Linda Goodman's Sun Signs", Start by reading your own.  It will change your perception of astrology for ever.  The twins make for a semi schizoid personality, but in most cases controlled, but you tend to almost at times, have a split personality.  The Taurean character, leads to a stubbornness that at times please, please understand leads you to do things with little thought for the consequence.  I have wondered over the years what I would do if I was ever offered, on a plate, so to speak, the opportunity to sleep with someone else.  Would I take the opportunity, would I be strong, well I guess you never truly know unless it happens.  Well it happened and I slept with an Asian girl of about twenty five.  I suppose the best you can say is that at the time it seemed like a good idea.  No don't get me wrong, in retrospect it was not the cleverest thing to have done, but the Gemini in me has no regret.  Even when you're over fifty and have a high sex-drive and I am and I do, it's nice to know that you can still pull.  And, if like me you've not had sex for a few days, even hand jobs, that you can manage to do the job three times in the course of a night - Oh all right then two and a half!  <G> How did it come about - well there was another bar close by - I got on well with the guy who ran it and he reintroduced me to pool.  As an aside if you want to really upset one of your fellow Americans, confess that you haven't played pool for nearly twenty years and then hammer the poor devil.  I got very lucky, He gave me the split and I put down two 'stripes' off the split, and left myself an easy clearance for the others.  The final ball dropped easily - he never got to the table.  I didn't buy another drink all-night, the bar organiser bought them for me on the hotels slate.  It also led directly to the results at the end of the evening.  The American left in a huff and the boss man told me he had hoped that someone would finally take him down a peg or two - I just got very lucky.  At that point we were joined by two Asian girls both looking to be in their mid twenties and we four played a foursome for the next hour.  During this time it was difficult not to notice that one of the girls, the slightly older and prettier of the two, very slim, about five foot, nicely proportioned, jeans and tight sweater, God knows what bust size, unlike most of the stories on a.s.s I can't tell instantly, but in nice proportion, was very attentive towards me.  The boss told me she had the 'hots' for me, mind, even I had noticed.  They both went off to the ladies.  and he then told me she was mine if I wanted her for the night.  I asked about std's and he said she comes from a good family, doesn't sleep around, and she was clean.  She was between boyfriends, on the pill, and had asked him to see if I would sleep with her as she fancied me and had always wanted to sleep with an Englishman.(!) In that moment I was lost said sod it and yes.  I gave him my room number and he said she'll probably ask for money - settle for fifty dollars.  (Everyone asks for money for everything out here, the price of my earlier hand jobs was a  $6 tip ) He got told to go there before she came back.  So I went.  Got to my room and had a whiskey and thought what the hell have I done.  After about ten minutes I thought she wasnÕt going to arrive and then  there was a gentle knock on the door and I looked through the security hole.  She had come and on her own, so I let her in and closed the door.  They say that actions speak louder than words - she put her arms round my neck and kissed me, slowly running her hands down my back and sides and finishing at my crotch at the front.  Now if you were paying attention a moment agoto the earlier part of these tales, you'll know that I am not small.  I will tell you - her eyes opened very, very wide and she had a sharp intake of breath with a slight look of panic.  She knelt down to start undoing things, then remembered business before pleasure and said in very broken English - 'You give me hundred dollars for taxi?' Well I have always been a sucker for a pretty girl and believe me, in an oriental way she was, close up, stunning.  Not only that, the guy was as good as his word, she tasted and smelt fresh, clean.  She had even, like me cleaned her teeth.  I felt then that this lady was no hooker.  I am sure she came from a good home, and so I believe, even now.  I simply nodded and pointed to the side table where I had put my bill fold.  She opened counted out $100 dollars and put it in her bag.  She could have asked twice the amount and I would have paid up - as the joke says the brain was dead this was 'dick-speak'.I was beginning to hurt my erection was so hard, so I moved behind her and put my hands round her waist, she held them and moved them to her tits, no bra.  She felt me twitch and laughed putting her hand round her back, to my front.  She knelt down and undid my jeans and removed them, followed by my shorts.  She then really did look startled.  She tasted the dew-drop and licked her lips taking the head just into her mouth, I didn't really want a blow-job and truthfully she was not able to take very much.  She still gave it a nice little bit of suction before moving back up.  As she stood up I took her top off and it was my turn to gasp.   She had the frame of about a 16 maybe 17 year old with the most naturally beautiful-shaped tits I have ever seen, and I am married to a pretty good pair.  They were exquisite, both in shape, size and form.  It was my turn to attack them with my lips and she moaned very softly.  We both knew then that this was going to turn very physical in a very few seconds.She undid her jeans and stepped out of them, turning round to put them on the chair, on top of mine actually, and I put my hands on her hips from behind and slipped her pants down so that she was naked.  When she turned round I nearly came on the spot, she really was a very.  very beautiful young woman.  Thinking about it since then, she has to be the most superb naked woman I have ever seen.  She actually ripped the buttons from my old shirt, I threw it away and I told xxxx the laundry had spoilt it, and pushed me on my back onto the bed.  Now in my youth I used to 'collect' the taste of different pussies, and I wanted this one - so I rolled her over and started to go down on her.  I don't think it's done too much in Indonesia, she wasn't too keen at first.  But believe me, she was as clean and fresh as she smelt, and boy was she wet, and boy did she taste good.  She had her first orgasm on the spot and started jerking a little bit.  I laid off to let her come back down and she pushed me back and climbed on top of me.  She held me in place and slid just the head of me into her.  Her eyes were very wide and she sort of sat up and balanced with her feet flat on the bed.  I really don't know how she did it but she sort of panted her way down onto me - it was an incredible experience and even though she was not actually uncomfortably tight she was a slick tight fit.  I had my knees up and she leaned back against them as he bottomed out, pubic bone to pubic bone, after maybe thirty seconds of sliding onto me.  M1ke I swear her stomach bulged to where I reached, and that was her navel - I do not know how she took me, she did look very pleased though.  I moved gently inside her and she came and the quivers and contractions took me as well.  She reached down and where we were leaking our combined fluids she took a scoop and licked it off her fingers - I think it was the most erotic sight I have ever seen.  She did it without taking her eyes off me, and even though I had just come a gallon, she kept contracting gently against me and kept me hard.  Without breaking eye contact she scooped up a little more and offered it to my lips.  I have never done that before but I licked her fingers.  Clean slightly salty, not unpleasant, very, very, very erotic, believe me.  She just sat there on top of me pulsing gently and I could feel myself rising to the next peak.  I held her and straightened a leg and rolled over on top of her holding myself above her so as to allow her to breathe.  She was incredibly supple and while I held off her she brought both legs up underneath me and out to the side so that they were now touching the backs of my arms.  I lifted first one arm than the other and she brought legs round to put her ankles by my ears.  This had tilted her pelvis forward until I was almost straight down into her.  Just two strokes brought us off again.  This time I eventually slipped off her still half hard.  Then something occurred that I have read about in the sex stories of others, but which I never, ever thought that I would either do or more to the point actually want to do this side of hell.  She slipped over the top of me and cleaned me with her tongue and mouth.  This brought her own sex close to me.  M1ke I ate her out and cleaned her and so help me god I enjoyed doing it, what's more, even though by now I ached it made me come hard again.  She snuggled up to me with her back towards me and still lubricating like a waterfall I slid inside her again.  It was so intense it almost hurt.  Then with her back to me she rippled her uterus muscles and after about ten minutes she started wriggling and squeaking and she came off again and again so did I.  I know I fell asleep half hard and inside her.  That was just gone 1 am, the whole experience having started about 11:15 pm.  I woke at about 6 am to the smell of warm cunt just above my face, dripping with her own desire.  She was trying to get as much of me in her mouth as possible, she gave up trying when I ate her to another fairly extensive high.  When she had come down she slowly scooted round and lowered herself slowly and continuously until I was buried in her and we dozed for a while with her laid on my chest.  Gradually we started to move and I came again for the fourth time in about 7 hours.  I haven't done that, no I correct myself I haven't been able to do that since I was a teenager.  We showered, washed and dried each other with out making it again.  She slipped out of the door and my life shortly afterwards.  Regrets?  If I am being totally honest no.  Would I do it again?  I suspect If I knew that xxx would never find out and the situation was right - maybe.  I couldn't be more accurate than that.  Was she really clean - before I left - I again spoke to the boss-man, I believe then and now that he told me the truth, somehow these people are lovable rogues and this guy was a Muslim - and they simply don't deliberately lie like that.  Anyway something else happened, as I was booking out later in the day and getting into the minibus with another ex-pat to go to the airport.  A Mercedes swept into the Hotel entrance.  Now in Indonesia to own a Mercedes you have to be very seriously wealthy, and I mean very wealthy.  She got out with another older equally attractive woman, who had to be her mother.  I was her toy, she had used me if you like.  That said I am glad she is now accessible to me, if the situation arose, and it probably would if she lived within distance of me, I would almost certainly be serially unfaithful with her if I could.  BTW the other ex-pat looked at her and said "jeez I'd give a lot to get into her pants." I looked him straight in the eye and said "If I told you that she spent all of last night until 7 hours ago with me you wouldn't believe me would you?" He looked at me and said "No - but did you?" I said yes and I think something in the way I said made him realise that I might just have been telling the truth.  'Cos he just looked back at her beautiful rear disappearing into the hotel and said "Christ you lucky, lucky bastard, that is class!" She, by the way, didn't even acknowledge me.  And that Mike was the story of my last night in Jakarta.  I will remember it for ever.  But I still Love xxxx very dearly and always will, but now in a slightly different way.  I will certainly never take her for granted, and I will certainly be more tender.  She will just put it down to me missing her, and she would be quite right.  But not quite how she believes, but I will make sure she never finds out.  Oh a last comment, it runs in the family, my Dad had at least two affairs that my Mother never found out about.  He never did know that I knew.  Like father like son.(c) Sven the Elder - Nov 1997