Mike left Singapore reluctantly, but was excited about visiting the Indonesian paradise island of Bali. He arrived at Denpasar at night and was picked up by the hotel minibus. The drive to the hotel passed hundreds of Aussie tourists. But Mike was interested mainly in Balinese women. He had seen photos of these gorgeous specimens of femininity who until less than a century ago paraded the island with their perky breasts bare for all to see.
The check-in lady at the counter was the perfect introduction to the beauty of Bali. She had jet-black hair and her skin was cocoa brown. Her eyes were the shape of almonds and her cleavage was modestly exposed under her lace, traditional sarong kebaya. Her nametag informed Mike that he was drooling over Sinta. Since it was late, Sinta herself showed Mike to his cabin. It was by the beach and a good 5-minute walk. Mike fell behind so that he could admire Sinta's swaying ass. It always turned him on when skinny women had well-rounded asses, and Sinta's was fighting to burst out of her sarong. She showed him the bedroom and the bathroom and then left him with his erect cock. Mike was exhausted and he ran himself a cool bath, poured some of the bubble bath in and sat down. Within minutes he found himself remembering Sammy in Taiwan, Devi in Singapore and Sinta's swaying ass. His soapy hand wanked his pecker, while another crept under to massage his own balls. He slipped it further back until it as pressed against his asshole. That made him cum and as a spurt shot up at him from his cock, he felt his ass ring contract around his finger.
Mike went outside in his shorts and sat on the deck chair outside his room. He saw a couple walking past his door, a large white man and a local beauty in a tight white dress. Her smallish tits were pushed up into an alluring cleavage, but it was her ass, round and well formed that caught Mike's attention as she walked past. They walked into the cabin a few doors down. Well, the man did, the goddess stayed outside and looked at the sea. She untied her long black hair in a move of uninhibited intimacy. She then sat and unbuckled her red pumps, running her hands up and down her smooth, tan legs. Finally she went in and so did Mike and he fell asleep with visions of him on his knees spreading those beautiful long legs and kissing them up to her shapely ass …
His first meeting the next day was at 10, so Mike grabbed a quick buffet breakfast first. He was rewarded with the sight of the goddess from last night walking in wearing a light pink bikini top that barely covered her nipples. Her bottom was covered with a blue batik wrap, but she had wrapped it tight enough for Mike to get a good idea of the shape of her ass. Her skin as uniformly golden-brown and looked delicious. She was eating fruit, and Mike could see the mango juices dribble down her chin and onto her chest between her teen tits. She looked down and wiped it with her finger momentarily shifting he bikini top so that Mike caught the quickest sight of a dark nipple.
He left a little after 9 to get to his meeting and when he returned at noon he decided to swim. The pool was pretty deserted in the midday sun, but many of the seats were covered with sunbathing tourists. Almost all the white women were topless, but most were older than Mike. He dropped his book and towel on the one free seat. He looked up to see that the goddess was occupying the one next to him, lying on her back, her bikini top pulled aside so that her nipples were exposed to the sun. Her breasts were small, but firm and would still have filled Mike's mouth were he given a chance to suck on them. They were barely lighter than the rest of her supremely tanned body.
He knew he would cum if he sat next to her, so he jumped into the empty pool and did some laps. He soon sensed that someone else had jumped in and when he surfaced he realized it was she. She raised herself onto a floating mattress and flopped on her belly. She was still topless. Mike swam around her mattress and noticed that her pink bikini bottom hardly covered her ass, and the water had mad it slightly clear. He looked right at her surprisingly hairy pussy through the fabric. She must have sensed his eyes from the back, because she half turned around and looked right at him. She then ran a finger from her mouth, over her sides, to her ass and then between her legs and under her bikini. Mike looked around to see if anyone else was looking, but they were all frying and asleep. The goddess then removed her finger from her pussy and pulled the bikini crotch aside for Mike to look unimpeded at her astonishing pussy lips. They were swollen like a ripe tropical fruit, the outer labia hanging down, dark, wrinkled and gleaming in the sunlight. She spread her legs wide open and then, sure that she had Mike's undivided attention, ran her red-tipped finger from her ass to her clit, pausing to pinch her fleshy labia. Mike noticed that her finger was lost among the dark flesh. She closed her eyes and moved her pussy-tickling finger for a few moments.
She smiled at him and lowered her self into the water. They were both in shallow water so she walked toward him, and as she passed him she grabbed his cock through his bathing suit and sighed in his ear.
Then she was gone. It took him a while to locate where she was, and she was walking toward where their cabins were. Mike jumped out of the pool, collected his things and followed her. He went into his cabin to drop his books and towels when he heard a soft knock on his door. He opened it hopefully. There she was wearing only a red hibiscus in her luxurious hair and a short batik robe that barely covered her pussy. She walked past him, dropped her robe and faced him.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he said, but she simply looked into his eyes and smiled. He realized that she did not speak a word of English. Her nipples stood up proudly on the tips of her perky tits and did not need a language to say, "Come lick us". Her pussy was covered by a tight triangle of thick, shiny hair yelling "fuck me hard".
