I awoke the next morning to the gentle stroking of my chest hair by my little Asian kitty cat. She was looking at me in a questioning manner. I blearily opened my eyes, and looked back at her. " Do you still love me?" she asked.
" Of course I do, baby." I replied. " Nothing changed about how I feel about you. To be truthful, I was never more turned on than watching you dance last night. Maybe we shouldn't have crossed the line, but it's too late to worry about that now. Why? Are you feeling bad about last night? "
" A little bit. But to tell the truth, I never felt that hot in my life. Having you watch me was great, but I really liked that I could make you do anything I wanted. I mean I'd thought about it before, but never thought I'd find a guy who'd let me be me." Stacy answered " If that was me. I mean I'm getting wet just talking about it."
I watched as she blushed slightly, hardly believing this was the same girl I had met a few years ago. She had gradually changed from a modest girl into a sassy woman, and I for one appreciated the change. How I had changed I didn't know, but I felt powerless to stop myself around her. I stared into her warm brown eyes, watching her face as I reached my hand toward her. I placed it on her left hip, testing the waters. She smiled back, and I went to kiss her. As my face reached towards hers, she shook her head, telling me no. " I've got to keep you teased, or I'll not get my way for the rest of the trip. If you get my pekpek now, no fun for Stacy later." She laughed and jumped out of bed, leaving me in my aroused state.
She went to the bathroom and showered after telling me we were going to the beach today. Stacy loves the water, as I guess most people raised on islands would. She always wants to go to the beach, listening to the waves meeting the shore. We were both soon dressed and in walking distance of the beach, departed for it.
After stopping for a bite at Jolibee, Stacy decided we should go to Saud Beach, which is located in Pagudpud, north about 45 miles from Laoag City. So we went back to the Hotel Tiffany and got in the rental car and drove north.
Stacy was looking fine in her bikini, but every time she caught me peeking at her, she told me to keep my fucking eyes on the road. As we drove, she talked about how she felt about last night some more. She said, " You have to understand, I was raised Catholic. Here in the Philippines, it's not like in America. Girls aren't supposed to think about, let alone act, on their real desires. And you and you're talking got me thinking too much. Now, I like the idea of being in charge and I don't want to give that up. But I want you to know I love you, and I know you love me. You allowing me to have my fantasy come true was great and I want to keep on doing it. Is that okay?"
I answered yes, and she chuckled. " I knew it was, baby. I just like hearing you say it. And I liked watching you while I was doing it. You make me feel beautiful watching me."
As we continued to drive, Stacy got a distant look in her eyes. Seeing she was adrift, I asked what she was thinking. She turned her face towards me and wordlessly placed her hand between my legs. She grabbed a hold of my soft penis, and said " I was just thinking about how much you can take. I only want to play games if you are wanting it just as much." My cock was hardening as she talked and I knew she was going to get me to agree with whatever she wanted.
" I do want it just as much as you, Stace. I think I must be a bit of a masochist, because I loved watching you. I don't know that I can do it all the time, but once in a while it'll be good to remind me how hot you are to other men." She seemed satisfied with my answer, and we drove on to our destination.
Soon enough we were in Pagudpud, and Stacy was directing me to the road that led to Saud Beach. After parking the car in a coconut tree lined parking lot, she led me to the beach. Saud Beach is beautiful, with fine white sand set against the crystal blue waters of the Pacific. The place is truly breathtaking, with waves of up to 10 feet roaring into the island's northern tip.
Stacy found a nice spot and we laid out our gear. After we were all prepared, she handed me some sun block and I spent the next 5 minutes working the lotion onto her little tan body. She mewled in satisfaction as I rubbed her calves with her laying face down. My hands, always with their own mind, slowly worked their way up to the backs of her thighs. As I slowly worked my way towards her cute little fanny, she reached back and playfully slapped my hand away, saying " I know what you're up to, retard. Knock it off." Rebuffed harmlessly enough, I lay down and put on some headphones. Soon, I was asleep.
I awoke to find myself alone. After scanning the beach, I saw Stacy just dabbing about the shoreline. I watched her for about 10 minutes, smiling as she stopped to play with a couple of young children, helping them build a sand castle. She caught me watching and waved for me to come over, but I waved back no, being quite content to watch her at play. Not to mention my watching the other young women there, mostly Filipinas with a few Japanese tourists mixed in.
The kids' parents called the children back, and Stacy went into the water to wash off the sand.As she was washing off, I watched as a surfboard came out of a wave and hit her in her back, knocking her forward. She wheeled around to yell at the boarder and, doubtless knowing her, act more upset than she really was, when a young Japanese woman came up to her and I could see was being very apologetic. After enduring a brief Stacy tantrum, the women both seemed okay and then continued to talk.
I watched as the woman, apparently trying to be friendly, was attempting to get Stacy to try and surf. After quite a few unsuccessful attempts, Stacy finally managed to stay upright on some of the smaller waves. She was positively beaming while riding these baby waves and soon had the hang of it to a small degree. Eventually, the Japanese girl took her board back and went out to ride the larger waves. Stacy came back, grinning every step of the way.
"Did you see me. God, that was fun. I always wanted to try, but never had the nerve. But Nami made it easy." Stacy was clearly excited, and sat back down next to me. After a brief, wet, and salty kiss, she turned and watched the surfers some more. She seemed very interested in Nami in particular. I could see her eyes widen every time Nami rode a wave and the two women always waved to each other after Nami would lose her ride.
At about 4 o'clock, Nami came over and visited us for just a moment. She told Stacy she had to leave, but hoped to see her in Laoag during the week, as she was also staying there. Her English was good, with an accent that was surprisingly even less than Stacy's. She seemed to be a mixed race of white and Japanese, but I couldn't tell for sure. She left with her board, and after she did, I suggested we go as well, as hunger was getting hold of me. Stacy agreed, and off we went.
We went to a seafood restaurant near the beach to eat. My girl looked cute in just an orange top she put on over her bikini, and a little pair of white shorts. We had just sat down when Stacy was tapped on the shoulder by a Filipino guy. She turned, smiled and quickly jumped out of her chair and hugged the guy, who looked to be about her age. " Eugene, how have you been. I haven't seen you in years." Stacy squeaked, obviously excited to see this friend again.
Eugene smiled at me, extending his hand out to me and we shook, me saying " Hi. I'm Jim. Nice to meet you."
Eugene said hi, and then turned and brought forward from his rear, a young Filipina. " Oh, sorry. This is Mutia. We're kind of on our second date." Mutia was younger, I'd say early 20's, and looked none too happy about Stacy grabbing her date in the restaurant. She was a little taller than Stacy, but seemed smaller somehow. She was pretty, with her long black hair serving her well. Stacy insisted that they join us, and Eugene agreed. Stacy explained to me and Mutia that Eugene was her high school boyfriend's brother
For the next hour and a half, we drank and I sat listening to Stacy and Eugene catch up on each other. Their conversation was almost entirely in Ilocano, with both Stacy and Eugene occasionally stopping to tell me something in English that they thought was important. Mutia sat and mostly listened. She seemed to be getting more upset as the night grew on, as Eugene seemed to have little interest in her. Finally, Eugene invited us to his place, to play cards and have another drink. Unsure of what to say, Stacy squeezed my hand, letting me know that this was a yes answer that I was to give. So I said yes, and soon we were following them to Eugene's home. Mutia again looked unhappily at Stacy as they led us into Eugene's house.