(The final part of Cumming All Over the World, please start at Part One if you haven't read Part One or Two first. I hope you come back and enjoy the story!)
Tim's extended time in Tuvalu had started off poorly, there was no doubt about it. He had four days in which to find a Tuvaluan to cover in cum, and three days later he'd had no luck. He was in Funafuti, the capital ciy, and had checked into the creatively named Funafuti lodge, but now he considered that this was probably a mistake. They considered themselves a five-star hotel, which was great for him, but also made it less likely that he would meet anybody from Tuvalu, who not only had no need for hotels but, for the most part, couldn't afford somewhere like the lodge, which was a massive tourist trap.
Walking about Funafuti during the day, it was obvious to everyone that the only people he was attracting were the local street walkers, and Tim had no interest in giving them anything, desperate for a volunteer. But as he started his final evening in the capital sat at the hotel bar, he considered that, unless a miracle occurred he no longer had a choice.
"It's nice to see someone who knows what they like."
Looking up in surprise, his eyes having been focused upon his beer, he now spotted a curvaceous, dark-skinned woman playing with her drink, something murky with a cherry in it.
"I have minimum standards," he intoned glumly, "and I'm beginning to understand why there are so few tourists."
"Because we're in the arse end of nowhere?" The woman laughed.
Noting the 'we', Tim considered the woman again. He'd spent a lot of time in the Pacific islands, and at times it was difficult to differentiate some of the Pacifica people between themselves, a feeling he'd heard from Pacific islanders more than once, but this one was dressed in a manner that expressed professionalism, whereas usually relaxation and chilling out was the way to go.
"That certainly makes sense," he admitted, "but I think it's partly due to the lack of industrialism."
"Okay," the woman shrugged, "but I'm happy with that, so fuck your industrialism."
Laughing, Tim didn't disagree, instead looking at her with increased interest.
"Are you not surprised that someone like me can afford this place?" the woman asked in what Tim considered a provocative manner.
Tim shrugged at the question, taking a swig of his drink.
"No, that would be pretty fucking rude."
Eliciting a belly laugh, Tim turned to assess her properly, holding his hand out as he did so.
"Name's Timothy Smith," he spoke as the woman took his outstretched hand, holding it in her own for, what he considered, to be an overly long time, although he took the opportunity to admire her. She had light brown skin, long black hair and a round face which contained small but luminous eyes, as well as a large nose and lips. Wearing a sundress, it was not only weather-appropriate but also flowed attractively over her curves, revealing her long legs that reflected her height.
"I am Eselealofa Teo," her voice was deep, but had a lightness to it that made it feminine, "but you can call me Ese, pronounced 'ee-zy'."
"Am I to gather you are from here, having fucked my industrialism so readily?"
"I am," Ese smiled, to which a small part of Tim's brain went 'kerching!' "But I no longer live here, I am merely visiting family."
"I assume they all live in Funafuti? Otherwise to get about anywhere in this place you've got to travel on the back of a donkey, right?"
"You mock Tuvalu's size, Timothy," her words were defensive, her tone casual, "but it means that I have seen all my country. How many British, American or Australians can say that they have done the same? How can anyone claim that they know and understand their country if they have only, and will only, ever see a small part of it?"
"That's true," Tim spoke thoughtfully, "but you left your country. How do you know that things haven't changed? That your country is still the same one you left behind? Was moving for your education worth no longer knowing your country as it is now, instead grasping onto how it was?"
It was Ese's turn to pause, yet her smile seemed to show genuine warmth rather than any anger or frustration.
"It allows me to see the changes, to assess how things are in comparison to how they were. How did you know I moved for my education? The University of Queensland if you're interested."
Tim waved his hand to indicate her. "All this, your dress, your mannerisms and your intelligence. Not that others around here aren't intelligent," he backtracked slightly, "just that yours seemed well-honed and practised. I work with people, and while I'm not always right, having a rough idea in advance lets me know who's going to be a difficult bastard and who's going to be incredibly pleasant."
"And which am I?" Ese teased, "A difficult bastard, or incredibly pleasant?"
"Who's to say you can't be both?"
Ese laughed. "I am sure my mother would agree with that assessment, especially when we argued about me going abroad to study. Not an appropriate thing for a young lady to want," she shrugged heavily, a sigh escaping at the same time, "but now she owns her own home and boat, so I hear no more complaints. I was difficult at the time, but time would consider me a futurist. Who is right? Both, and neither."
The early evening sun was a fitting backdrop as Tim and Ese spent the next hour or more conversing about anything that came to mind, the drinks flowing easily until Tim began to feel hungry.
