I don't know what it is about travelling that makes us geared up for sexual adventure. Maybe it's the freedom or the excitement of wondering into the unknown. But what I do know is that as soon as I leave my home for travels, my mind wonders off to the possibilities of meeting strangers for quick sexual encounters.
Until a few years ago I was a boring, middle-aged, unassuming man. But then I moved to Dubai and spent three glorious years there doing nothing much other than working and having sex with my beautiful English neighbor and my Indian servant. My marriage was shaky but after I went back to Egypt, my homeland, my new sexuality brought back my marriage and I once more fell in love with my wife. She accepted my adventures in Dubai as something that had saved out marriage and I even told her about my travel adventures, and since they were doing our marriage a lot of good, she agreed to let me loose when I travelled, as long as I told her everything including the minutest of details.
But enough about that!
So I was travelling for a five day trip to Dubai, again, to report something to my corporate headquarters and this time me and my wife sat down and set goals for me; sexual goals! I had to seduce the maids that cleaned my room everyday! Of course, this would need planning on a grand scale! My wife even set another higher standard of a goal: they had to be of different nationalities!
Now the problem was that my firm always reserved elegant hotel rooms for me in the best hotels and seducing hotel maids was almost impossible so I contacted headquarters and told them to forget about hotels and that I would make my own reservations in furnished apartments, which are plentiful in Dubai. So I did just that.
Did I tell you that to make life even worse, she demanded absolute evidence that I managed to seduce the maids! This was going to be hard!
I planned for a whole week and decided that I needed tools for this task.
Step 1: I bought one of those pens that record eight hours of video and audio for a start. Then I bought a massager – one of those long armed, vibrating massagers that can be either used as a massager or a vibrator.
Now I was ready.
Step2: immediately upon arrival in Dubai, I informed the management of the furnished apartments that I will not need their cleaning service and that I would hire a company that I always did business with. They made me sign a few papers waiving my right to sue if anything was claimed lost or stolen.
Step 3: I contacted three different maid service companies to request maids on the three of different days I was staying there; all to come at around 2pm as I usually finished my work around three and would take half an hour to get back to the apartment whereby the maid would still have another two hours or so to complete that cleaning shift as their shifts would be from 2-6pm. My first request was for a Filipino maid, the second was for an Indian maid and the third was for an Ethiopian maid.
I was now in business.
The next day I went to my offices and left as anticipated. I had left the recording device/pen on record and strategically placed it clinging on a shirt pocket aimed at the bed and hanging on a large standing hanger where you can just throw your clothes on, and left the massager on my unmade bed. Of course, I tested the position by recording some video to make sure that it was aimed correctly on the bed and viewed it on my laptop as it had a USB connection.
All the maids had been informed by their employers that I would be back around six to pay them. So my return at 3-4pm should be a surprise to them.
Maid 1- From the Philippines:
I walked into my rented apartment to find her working on the sitting area. She briefly looked at me and smiled but did not stop to greet me or anything. I walked around aimlessly pretending to be suffering from a back-ache. I then walked into the bedroom to find that it was nicely done and that my massager was placed on a small bedside table. I shut the door, got my laptop out and got the pen and inserted it and viewed the video. As expected, she had used the massager – this never fails! But she did not use it erotically. She ran it over her whole body quickly and briefly stopped it over her groins, laughed and ran it over the rest of her body and back to her groins for a second or two and switched it off. This was going to be difficult. I switched the recorder back on an replaced it where it was. I walked back to the sitting room and gave my best performance by holding to my back while walking with a slight lean forward and sat myself slowly on the couch.
The maid was short and plump. Not good looking in any way. I loved it! The thing with very normal looking people is that they seemed less arrogant and more vulnerable.
She looked at me and smiled again. "You hap problem, sir?" she cheerfully asked.
"Yes, my back hurts," I replied, crumpling my face to express my pains aches and pains.
"Sorry, sir," she said as she continued her work.
"Oh no, that's ok," I replied, "I will get my massager and do my back. But thank you for your concern."
She smiled and continued work. I got up walked to the bedroom, got the massager and went to work on my back.
She looked at me. I pretended not to pay attention.
"In Philippines we go to massage, not machine," she said in a concerned manner.
"I don't want a massage because I will have to walk to go there," I was being sly.
"There is Chinese massage place not far," she said in imperfect English.
"I can't walk," I said.
She continued her work and I continued my massage with the machine. I pretended that I was trying to reach for a hidden spot on my back but couldn't reach it and pretended to moan in pain while watching the giant 42" plasma screen.
She looked at me again. "You want me to do for you?" she sweetly asked. Bingo, contact made!
"Can you? But please only use the machine," I said, feeling the all too familiar stir in my groins.
"OK, but lie on couch," she commanded and I obliged.
