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Morning. I lay motionless on the bed, covered only by a damp, thin white sheet. It's humid again, hot, sticky and humid. I can feel it without opening the window or balcony.

There is an indefinable scent or should I say, veil, that envelopes the room either from the air conditioner or from the lingering feeling that the ocean is just beyond the bedroom wall. The possibility of "dryness" becomes a concept lost in this moment. I am alone. And another note waits for me on the bedside table. It takes me sometime to raisemyself and take interest in reading the message. I just want to lay here and be vacuous as the air.

It doesn't last curiosity kills the cat. I reach for the note. I'm impressed by the envelope which seems to have my name written in gold leaf. The paper is high quality, possibly Japanese mulberry paper. It feels delicate in my hands as it opens and breaths life.

"My darling,

Wonderful, cherished darling. Being with you is great joy. You make my body shudder with goosebumps where goosebumps shouldn't go. I am on an early flight to Jakarta for business. I've left you a ticket for a later flight. Take the "silver taxi" from the airport to the Millennium Hotel. I will meet you there tonight. Kisses."

My head tilts in ponder and yet a smile stretches by dry morning lips. As my legs hit the floor, holding the note, I bellow out a long laugh all the way to the shower.

Towel in hand drying my hair, I pick up the Air Asia ticket. Flight leaves KL at 18:20 arriving in Jakarta at 19:20. "What if..." I wonder...picking up the phone.

I'm in a rush now having changed my flight time to 15:20. For some reason, an overwhelming urge took hold of me and thought it would be a nice surprise to show up early. So, I am hurrying now to the airport zigzagging with my taxi driver through KL traffic. My driver, young and clean shaven, has those crazy formula one driver eyes, and his foot never lifts off the gas the whole 30 minute race to the plane.

I am there in good time, all things considered. And still in one piece. By 14:50, I am settled in my seat listening to the flight attendants go through their instructions. There is not much to do on a one hour flight other than let your eyes linger over the pretty hostesses. Time passes and we are landing at Jakarta International. It's kind of a homey, comfy style of airport not too large, not too small just right.

I pick up my bags from the trolley, pass through security without problem, through the teaming masses of people waiting at Arrivals, out into the open, blue, cloudless sky. And then I am attacked by a horde of pushy taxi drivers. Thankfully, I quickly spot the Silver Taxi stand to the far end of the Pick-up/Dropoff area. I raise my hand for their attention and a burly Indonesian trundles over, pushes aside a few annoying lingers-on, and carries my bag back to his taxi.

I had my taxi saviour the address of the hotel: Jalan Fachrudin 3, Jakarta, 10250 to which he takes a micro second glance, crumples up the paper and steps on the gas. Exhale, sigh of relief secure in the taxi now and on the way to the hotel. It's 5:00pm Jakarta time. I'm not supposed to meet her until 8:00pm tonight. My mind is spinning.

The hotel is marvellous. The interior is white marble throughout, chair upholstered in white linen with exposed lacquered wood inlays. Plants abound, standing on their own, in planters, on pedestals and vases throughout the concourse. I think of just living in the lobby but then my eye catches the pretty receptionist and my feet automatically start moving in her direction. We converse for a moment, and she gives me the keycard to the room, informing me that my "wife" huh?! has already arrived. I nod my head as if knowing but my thoughts are "hmmm." A young teenage porter takes my keycard and bags marching me to the elevators to the left of the front desk.

When we reach the room door, 1401, I give the porter some extra American dollars and give him the international sign to scoot! The door opens quietly, and I enter the tiny hallway without notice or sound.

I hear the shower and the voices of two women. It's doesn't sound sexual, just happy and playful. So, I walk over to the chair by the window, the drapes are open but a blue sheer provides secrecy. The bed is quilted in a pink/blue combination of patterns, and a bowl of fruit sits on the table. Thoughts fly through my head until I decide to reach for my phone and call her. In the bathroom, I can hear her phone ringing.

"Hello" she says over the cascade of the shower.

"Hi sweety, surprise!" my reply comes.

"Huh?," she peeks out from the bathroom door. Her eyes roll around, eyebrows perk up and a grin of a person up to no good behaviour transposes her face. She pops her head back into the bathroom, mutters something in Bahasa, and then walks triumphantly towards, naked as the day she was born.

"Strip lover boy," she commands.

"Well, maybe you can tell me what is..." she covers my mouth with hers. I taste the instant flavour of blossoms and strawberries. And my clothes fall to the floor effortlessly. I can feel her wet body against mine, absorbing my warmth, leading me to the shower. Before she opens the bathroom door, she grabs her silk scarf from her open luggage and wraps it tightly around my eyes.

"What?" I begin to say.

"Trust me," she whispers and then kisses my ear gently.

The bathroom floor is wet. My body is anticipating. I feel my blood rushing wildly, uncontrollably throughout. Then I feel the hands of another touch my hands, guiding me into the hot shower. Soft, small hands. Then both of them gently push me against the shower wall, one on each side of me. The shower reaches overhead and like a soft rain, the water covers all of us.

"You caught me by surprise baby boy" she says like a school teacher.

"A boy's gotta do what a boy's gotta do," I answer insolently.

She laughs while the other giggles. I can feel both their warm breasts pressed against my chest. The familiar, small, round, hard nipples breast of my lover; and, now the large, firm breasts of the mystery girl. They each have one of my arms pressed firmly against the wall to the point now that I can only hear and taste, and smell their delicious scents.

"Relax lover," she murmurs. And then I feel their kisses, kisses, nibbles on both ears, and the ocean swells in my head, and my body responds. The loss of my surroundings, feeling the waterfall, hands bound, eyes bound, ears bound.

Feeling the sensations of her kisses down my neck, stopping for an ever brief moment to take a long, deep suck of my nipples, then down to the flatness of my belly, lingering for an eternity, until I feel her hot breath on me, there. And it's not the kisses of my lover, whose mouth and tongue now french me deeply. I can feel her rubbing herself up and down my leg, watching, as I guess, her playmate bring me to the point of no return.

My now free moved through the waterfall and rested on the tight, firm breasts of my lover, pushing her hard nipples into her chest. Her kissing broke with a deep gasp of ecstasy as I pushed harder and now my tongue was probing the depths of her hungry mouth.

She grabbed my hair with both hands and returned the wild, wet kisses, pushing her breasts firmly against my probing hand. And down, down on her knees, her buxom friend deep throated my hardened cock. I reached down and felt her long head of wet, silky hair, wanting to pull her up before I lost all control and exploded.

"No, leave her be," my lover demanded.

I tried to look down through my blindfold my lover's tongue sucking on my ear. And down on her knees, faintly I thought, this gorgeous friend sucked my steel rod...slowly to the tip, and then erotically bit me with tiny nibbles all the way down to my engorged balls.

The warm water heightened all our senses...my blindfold now soaking wet and tight against my eyes. I heard both girls giggle at some secret suggestion, and then with grace they changed places.

"You can only touch her breasts and kiss her lips, nothing else" she whispered in my ear.

"Understood" I replied expectantly.

And with that, they changed positions, my lover now assuming the position on her knees sucking my firm cock, and the other, standing beside me, side by side, both our backs against the shower wall. I tilted my head to the left and felt her full lips just millimetres from mine, her heavy breathing... sensing her bosoms rise and fall quickly. I reached out my left arm around her tender shoulders, almost hugging her and she responded with a deep fleshy kiss to my lips. I tasted saffron and jasmine...her tongue was spicy and exotic.

We kissed deeper and deeper, each taking turns sucking on each other's tongue. And while we exchanged this passion, my lover held my cock firmly in her left hand, rubbing it up and down and periodically sucking the tip with her mouth. With her effect, I felt the orgasmic feeling build up in my cock, and pushed out my hips intuitively. The girlfriend beside me, her moans became louder and louder and I could feel that she was bracing herself against me.

The water cascaded down on us and slowly the blindfold, completely sogged wet, fell from my eyes to become a bandana scarf around my neck. When I looked down, with clear vision, I saw my lover crazily sucking my cock and then the beautiful, swollen cock of the girl... Javanese shemale beside me. I was awed, shocked, horny as hell and exploded with a great, jerky orgasm all over my lovers face. And within a second, the girl beside me orgasmed and then fell to her knees on the bathtub.

My lover gave her a small kiss on the lips, whispered in her ear and then she stepped out of the bathtub, turning back to wink at me with a white, innocent smile.

I wasn't sure to laugh, scream or keep silent. I just smiled at my lover who shrugged her shoulders innocently, and smile back at me.