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I'm James, 57, and I live on a tropical island off the coast of Florida USA. I'm not the type of person you would typically find living on an upscale island, but I got here by hard work, good decisions and a lot of luck. A "blessing" perhaps, if you are among the faithful. I recently retired and have already accomplished a long list of projects and upgrades around the house. I expected my list would take a year to complete, but five months later I found myself bored, sitting by the pool and drinking way too much whiskey and beer.
I don't socialize much on the island. The people here aren't like me. For one thing, the lifestyle here begins at upper middle-class and goes up from there. These aren't the type of people I associate with, or can relate to. They don't work with their hands as I do. The only reason I chose to live here is to use my home as an investment as I upgrade it. I don't fit in well with these people, they live in fantasyland and have no idea what life is like for normal people in the real world.
Now, with so much time on my hands and no one to spend it with except beer and Jack Daniels, I've been putting on the weight. I caught a glimpse of my shadow the other day and was appalled at my size! I decided I was going to have to something about it. There's a park nearby, where all the snooty upscale soccer moms take their spoiled pre-schoolers to play, and/or to walk briskly around the track in their cute but hot expensive active wear. The parking lot is always full of top-dollar SUVs. These women don't work; I assume they graduated from some over-priced university, then married some sucessful jerkoff. They hire nannies to watch their kids play as they walk around the track bragging about how important their husbands are and what new things they have recently bought.
So it was a surprise to me, on my third morning there, to see someone who looked as out-of-place as I am. Even from across the large field, I could tell she was Asian. My heart jumped a little, as I have been fond of Asian women ever since I spent some time in the Philippines as a young military man. As I stretched my muscles, I watched her rounding the oval and now approaching me. She wasn't wearing a $500 jogging suit, she had a pair of dark green unbranded department-store shorts and was wearing a light jacket. It was bright sun and 80 degrees that day, even at 8:30 in the morning. Then it hit me, she is Pinay. The jacket is not for warmth, it's to keep the sun off her arms. Closer now, I can see she is cute, really cute! She looked to be lower-to-mid 30s of age.
She was wearing sunglasses, and I was dying to see her eyes. The eyes of Pinay always delight me, I think it's one of their best features. Always mysterious, but playful like a child, the eyes of Pinay often downplay everything that is going on inside their pretty little heads. And true to their nature, she flashed a beautiful smile at me as she passed. I noticed a huge, sparkling wedding ring on her finger.
She went by, and I fell in behind her, walking at the same pace. I noted that I couldn't discern her body shape because of the jacket. Her beautiful black hair was pulled back into a pony tail that bobbed as she walked. The jacket hid her waist and half her butt. Her golden brown legs were absolutely gorgeous. I wished I could see more of her. After two laps around the huge oval, she left the track. I watched where she went... she walked to a super-expensive Porsche Cayenne SUV and drove off.
I didn't sleep well that night. I thought about her all night. I couldn't wait to get back over to the park in the morning. Remembering that she was already there when I arrived the day before, I went a little earlier, arriving at 8:00. I waited in my truck listening to music and checking facebook on my phone. Sure enough, about 10 minutes later a silver Porsche pulled in. I watched her park and climb out. I timed my approach to the track to get there at the same time, and I began to walk beside her. After a minute, I introduced myself:
"Gandang umaga, I am James. I saw you here yesterday."
"Yes! I remember you... I'm Josie".
"Nice to meet you, Josie", and she flashed that lovely smile at me. I asked her, "Do you live around here?"
"Yes, down on Sunset Trail" Wew! That's where all the really big homes are!
"I'm just over here on the Parkway", I said.
We continued to make small talk, and I noticed that she was very open and friendly, like most Pinay. She wasn't "mukhang pera" in the least.... never once did she put on airs and boast about what she has. She appeared humble and her clothes confirmed it. I'm sure she could easily buy a $500 matching track suit if she wanted to. I liked her. She wasn't fake like everyone else on this island.
We walked and talked every morning from then on, I learned so much about her. But the thing I really wanted to know the most didn't come for a couple of weeks.... how she met her husband. I knew that she grew up in Pinas, so she wasn't fil-am. Obviously, someone in her husband's income bracket is not a former U.S. military veteran, even a high-and-mighty ex-colonel wouldn't live on Sunset Trail So how did they meet? I broached the subject in a round about way, and finally got the story.
She was an OFW in Dubai, working as a maid in a huge, five-star hotel. Hubby was a business traveler. One day he requested some towels, she brought them to his room, and they fucked. She said it matter-of-factly, just like that. I've known many Pinay to be frank, but still it surprised me! I inquired further and found out she had a boyfriend years ago in Philippines whom she had given herself to... and then he left. She felt unworthy for a long time after that, then decided to try working abroad just to get away from the situation. There she met hubby, not expecting anything more than a fling at the time. The guy, even older than me, flirted with her a little, then just started removing her clothes like he owned her. She said she just stood there and did nothing to stop him. She really felt nothing before, during or after they fucked. She said it was just okay, not great, but there was no emotion. Even now, she said, there is no emotion between them.
We finished our laps and I proposed coffee somewhere out of the way, where no one would recognize us. I helped her climb into my truck and I left the island and headed for a nearby small town. There, we sipped our coffee and continued the conversation:
"He married me for a toy. His three previous wives, all white women, had married and divorced him demanding huge settlements. He wanted someone he could control and who he thought would never leave. Someone like me who he thinks can't survive on my own. He wanted someone he could keep like a pet, give me enough to keep me quiet, and stick his dick into me whenever he feels like it. He has never treated me as a lady or a friend."
Wow, I was stunned. I listened to this beautiful, soft, intelligent, gentle woman pour her heart out. Now she was in tears, I felt awkward sitting across from her and moved to her side of the booth. I held her until she stopped crying. Having also seen my ring, she wanted to know about my wife. I began:
"We've been married 36 years. First off, I want to say that I love her, I really do! But she became depressed after our kids left home, and we have become strangers to each other. She sits and looks out the window during dinner, lost in thought and not sharing whatever it is she is thinking about. She has completely lost all desire for romance and no amount of explaining, arguing, new techniques, sexy lingerie, sex toys, or, or... love have had any effect on her. I've finally given up. She is still working, as though her work is all she has left in her life. I feel so alone, but I won't leave her because we made a vow to each other and God. I just hope someday she comes back to me, her old self returns....."
Josie and I sat in silence, each feeling sorry for the other. Finally, she spoke:
"He never even touches me anymore....."
At that moment I put my arm around her and she sagged into my shoulder and I held her hand. The human contact felt great, so comforting. My senses were aroused, being so close to this beautiful creature and being laid open emotionally with each other. I wanted her from the moment I first saw her, and now I felt like I had to have her, that I would self-destruct if I didn't. She must have felt the same way, because now she let go of my hand and moved her hand to my cock. I became hard immediately and she rubbed and squeezed it softly over my walking shorts, soothingly and lovingly. We stayed like this for a while, and it felt great physically and emotionally. Then she broke the silence:
"Do you need to....ahm... finish?"
"Yeah, I really do."
I was so hard by now, I was afraid to get out of the booth and let anyone see my cock jutting out of my pants. I slid out and she got up, I followed her to the cashier. She paid, and it didn't hurt my masculine pride at all. We went to my truck, I opened the door and helped her in. Very skillfully, she had my dick out in no time, and went down on me without any hesitation. She sucked me for about five minutes, it was by far the most creative and pleasurable BJ I ever had. Great tongue work! When it was time, I tried to warn her off, but she just kept on doing as she was doing... and swallowed all of it. She kept on even after I finished, and continued to suck every drop, even as I softened up. Finally, she sat up, lowered the visor and used the mirror to smooth her hair and straighten up her face, and then leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. "I better get home soon." she said. I took her back to her vehicle and waved goodbye.
Hmmmm... I thought about casual sex as I drove home. I had just been blown by a married woman that I've only known a few weeks. Does that make her a slut? Does it make me a maniac? It's not like I do this all the time, I have been largely faithful to my wife. And I don't think Josie goes around swallowing the cum of every man she meets. She is an intelligent, capable woman... not some street-corner hosebag or barfly. Neither of us are defective, we're both just lonely humans needing physical contact and comfort. What the heck is wrong with that?
So the next morning, as we hit the trail, I proposed a fitness program. We would continue to walk and jog, but it would include an "extra" activity twice a week. We would find a place to go every Tuesday and Thursday and blow off a little steam. Josie giggled and agreed. Luckily, today happened to be Tuesday. After we walked, I went to the fountain to fill my water bottle. It was attached to the outside of the park's public restroom. There were three restrooms; male and female, of course, with a "family" restroom in between. This is something they recently started doing here. I had an idea...
"Come on, Josie" I said and opened the middle door to the family CR.
So she entered with me and I locked the door. It was clean and bright inside, not unpleasant in the least. I figured there are still restrooms available for men and women both if someone needed to go, so we weren't denying anyone who needed to use the facility. It seemed like a good time and place for what we wanted to do. I started by kissing her. She removed her sunglasses and put them on the sink. We stood there kissing for a while, then I hoisted her up by her petite body and set her on the built-in baby changing table. It was tiled, and therefore cool. With her seated there, she was at a comfortable height to kiss... and undress. I started by removing her jacket. That left her in a tank top and shorts, with white ankle socks and jogging shoes. I removed her shorts first. Her running clothes were inexpensive and modest, but she didn't scrimp on her lingerie. To my delight, I found a delicious designer thong underneath those shorts. It looked great against her brown skin. She looked so sexy I could eat her, and that was my intention. I wanted to return the favor of the parking lot blowjob she gave me yesterday.
I left her panty in place and began kissing and licking at her knees and moving forward. I licked my way to her inner thigh but stopped just before her crotch and did the other leg. I could actually see her panty dampening in the center as I kissed and licked all around her pussy, but deliberately ignoring the precious center. By now she was wiggling and squirming, trying to press her pussy into my face, but I wouldn't go for it. Every now and then I would rise up, kiss her mouth and feel her breasts, but then return to her thighs. Finally I buried my face into the triangle of cloth that covered her pussy and sucked the pussy juice out of the material. She gasped now and pushed my face closer, holding it where she needed me. The panty has to go! I leaned her back on the table, against the wall, and lifted both legs together straight up, held them there with one hand by her ankles, and pulled her thong off her hips and up her legs and over her head. I threw them on the counter next to her then opened her legs and lowered them to each side. Her beautiful puke was staring me i... Read More