"Last night you were good to me. I was surprised that you wanted to please me and did not find pleasure in hurting me. I am not afraid of you; I relax easily with you. You cannot do much for me. You will go; I will stay. I have learned not to think of what I want and learned not to dream." I turned my head so she could not see the tear that rolled down my cheek, but she caught it in her hand and licked it away. She said, "I'm glad we can stay together a few days. I don't remember a caring man. Last night, I felt your gentleness and my body did things to make you like me that it has never done before. You made me feel safe and satisfied."
I had no way of knowing if what Yoni said to me was true. I chose to believe it all, especially, the last part. I took her to the shower, bathed her, touched her pussy as she peed through my fingers and laughed with me. Twisting her pussy's lips around, I tried to write her name on the shower wall. She had not laughed in a long, long time. We splashed around and kissed. She noticed the change in my eyes as I rubbed her lovely ass. "Do you want my ass?"
I answered truthfully, "Yes, but only if you want to give it to me." She turned, offering me her backside and reaching back to hand me the body oil. I took the oil but knelt to kiss and lick her tight little puckered hole. I tickled her there and pushed my tongue in. Her body was starved for caring attention. Every touch that did not hurt her, seemed to excite her. I oiled my cock and hands as I kissed. She did not know why, but I oiled her hands also.
"Masturbate for me, Yoni." I began to gently stretch her little flower open with my fingers. When I felt she was ready, I sat down on the shower floor behind her and pulled her down to squat onto my dick. I slipped in about an inch. She held her breath waiting for the thrust and pain. It did not come. "When you are ready, only if it feels good, push down but don't stop rubbing yourself. I'm not going to move. I want to feel you make yourself cum while I am deep in your ass."
She paced herself, driving me toward madness. Yoni worked her clit and pulled on her nipples and pussy's lips. Every dozen strokes or so, she would moan softly and allow another inch to glide into her. I had given her a license to forget me and masturbate for her own pleasure. She could even enjoy the appreciative fullness sticking up her ass. I watched this beautiful tiny woman pleasure herself, as only she knew how to do. Each time she slipped a finger into her pussy, she would turn it and rub me through her cunt's thin wall. Yoni became more and more beautiful as her orgasm got closer and closer. As she came, I sat statue still while my balls pumped themselves dry into her colon.
Neither of us dared move nor open our eyes. This was too good, too intense and too personal to be real. Soon I turned her until she knelt between my legs. I did not know she was another person when we slipped our tongues into each other. Somehow, she gave me the pleasure she felt in her body; somehow, I gave her the pleasure I felt in mine; somehow, that trade multiplied pleasure of our after-glow into beauty; somehow, we soared beyond our bodies. We would forever remember this fleeting, life changing, unexplainable moment when we two were just one.
About 11 a.m., it was already hot but I had to walk, clear my head and get my mind imagining how life would be if I moved to Albai. I had to decide how to make many things happen. What should I ask for in compensation? I came up with lots of ideas but felt tons of weight on my shoulders by the time I returned to my suite.
I had forgotten that every person is driven toward self-preservation and avoiding bad situations. Yoni had taken the lead. She and Gina had gotten to know one another while I was gone. I discovered later that they really liked each other and could talk openly for hours. Yoni had ripped Gina a new one. As I came through the patio door, Gina threw her arms around me, kissed me and said, "I'm sorry for being such a bitch. I want to be with you and help you." Then she whispered, "I know someway, someday you will get me back home."
With Yoni in the background smiling at Gina and me, it seemed completely clear to me, we could be a great team. The three of us would plan how to live in Albai during the project and the three of us would decide what to ask for.
Yoni, Gina and I set up our planning area on the patio. Gina pretended to spruce up the plants and furniture as she checked for cameras and microphones. I sat Yoni down and told her to make notes about all the places she had been in Albai. Using my laptop, I typed as fast as I could to outline all my thoughts on living in Albai and making a success of the utility project. Thank God for flash drives that just dangle innocently on my key chain. I knew I would have to disclose everything to gain Yoni's and Gina's trust. I flippantly thought, "If I'm wrong, I've already lived longer than my Dad did."
Our first meeting started with me telling Yoni and Gina that we had a chance to be together and make our lives better for at least five years. I detailed my offer from Prince Tulan to distribute service and automate Albui's utilities – mainly water and electric. "We have a day and a half to give him a reply. He wants to know, what it would take for me to accept his offer. He has not given me any restrictions, he knows there are very few people in the world that can do the job and he knows, I will be expensive. If he says "No," I do not have a back up plan. I do not know enough about Tulan and Albai to ask for the right things. Together we might pull this off."
