AUTHOR'S NOTE: For several years, a friend and I made the rounds, living out some pretty terrific encounters. These stories are fictionalized accounts of what made life so much fun for her and me. I start somewhere in the middle. Maybe in a later chapter, we'll go back to the beginning. Enjoy. Be in touch...
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Makati, Philippines
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They were an extraordinary couple. Many found it impossible not to stop and glance, or stare, their faces expressing all the same thoughts: admiration, curiosity, envy.
Of the two, the man was taller, although not excessively tall. In fact, most of the men watching him were taller than he. The woman was short, and her diminutive stature made him seem taller than he was. His head was shaven, and he wore a slight, devilish wisp of whiskers on his chin, below a fuller, trimmed mustache. His eyes were dazzling blue, set beneath perfectly masculine eyebrows. He could frighten you when he wore sunglasses, which gave his face a mysteriously roguish, even mean quality that intimidated some men. But as he walked through the mall, his arm hanging casually around the woman's shoulder, his eyes were bright and magnetic.
So was the bulge in his pants. He wore no underwear and never made an effort to hide the snaky cock that pushed out against the fabric of his trousers. They weren't tight. That would have been obscene. But he allowed nature to advertise itself, and he knew always that men and women both wondered just what it might be like if only they could see. If only they could...
As they walked, the woman laughed at the joke the man whispered in her ear. She was herself enviable. Her hair hung wavy and black somewhat below her shoulders. If it fell in the front, it would lay along the slopes of her breasts: round, high, and exquisitely firm. She was trim, athletic, confident—qualities she shared with the man she walked beside. Another joke made her laugh louder, and he dropped his arm from her shoulder and playfully slapped her on the small but irresistible ass that every man in the mall was in love with.
They found a café and took seats in the back. He sat facing the door, as he always did. They had cups of coffee but showed no interest in drinking any. Their conversation never waned; it only transitioned from laughter to something else. There was laughter now, but less of it, and mostly hers. They talked on, and customers around them often gave them glances, or eavesdropped outright until a long but harmless look from the man ended the surveillance.
It was not by any means their first time together, nor their first conversation, but the theme was familiar. It was what they loved about one another.
-What was he like?
-Haha... Nice.
-Just nice?
-Haha... Nice and big. Hahahaha...
-And you met him in his room?
-Yes.
-Why did you go there?
-He wanted me to.
-And you do what men want?
-Yes.
-And why did he want you to go to his room?
-To fuck him.
-For you to fuck him?
-To fuck me.
-He wanted to fuck you?
-Yes.
-Did you want that.
-Yes.
-Did he fuck you?
-Yes.
-Did he get pussy?
-Yes.
-Did you give him pussy?
-Yes.
-Did you ride over there, in your cab, knowing you would give him pussy?
-Yes.
-Do they get pussy whenever they want it?
-Yes.
-Who does?
-Anyone.
The man stood up. The cock that had mesmerized so many when it was soft now made the shape of a sword in his pants. It aimed to the left, forced slightly down angle by the fit of the fabric against his skin. He walked to the front of the café, to the service area. He took napkins he did not need and walked back to the table. The woman had turned when he left and watched him come and go. She watched the other women watch him. When he got back to the table he laid the napkins down and headed for the bathroom.
His partner did not watch him go in. She looked instead back across the café, noting the women who refused to take their eyes of him until he disappeared inside the men's room. When the door closed, most giggled to a companion or went back to reading. Two did not. One looked like a student, maybe in her twenties. She was ignored. The other was not ignored. The woman at the back table got up and walked toward the front of the café.
