23-05-2020, 07:27 PM
To our rescue, Mark and Leila, our neighbor showed up, waived at us from a distance and came towards.
‘Hey fella,’ he said and came and shook my hands, and went and took my wife’s hands for a shake and gave her a kiss on the cheek, the way usually westerners did. On the first day we met, he just shook hands with Sahana, maybe unsure how a Bengali woman would take to being kissed on the cheek. But now that he saw her in her attempt at a swimsuit, he felt maybe she would not mind, I thought. And not surprisingly, she did not show any sign of discomfort with the kiss. A just shook hands with his so-called wife, who was wearing a two piece bikini, where her top was a bit small for her boobs, and lots of side-boob was showing with a much revealed cleavage. I loved how free this woman was.
We were speaking to them about the things we did in Bali the previous day and set up our blankets. They asked if they could join us as they knew no one else. I happily agreed. On mine and Mark’s trip to get beer we left the women to set things up and have a chat, while we men talked about what we did and everything else. Mark was an Engineer who owned an Engineering firm and who recently retired with a butt load of money, leaving the business to his son, and now was just spending it as on vacations and traveling. I did not probe about his marriage to Laila. He was very frank and joked a lot, commenting on the scantily clad young women that were lying on the beach and that how wants to be young again to be with girls like that. ‘Laila is very beautiful,’ I said jokingly, ‘you should be happy with beautiful Laila, and not look at girls so young.’ And we laughed.
‘Haha thanks, your wife is also beautiful my man,’ he said, ‘you should consider yourself very lucky, very lucky.’ I saw genuine honesty in the way he complemented my wife.
After we went back with beers for everyone, we met the girls where we had left them; they were now sitting on the blanket. Laila did not care about modesty as she was sat with her legs spread. I tried my best not to look down there. Mark then started a conversation with my wife about how beautiful the beaches in Nusa Dua are and how relatively less crowded they are. Then he said, ‘you know, I was just telling your husband, how beautiful you are and that he was lucky,’ laughing, casually flirting with her. She blushed.
After a while of chatting, with Laila actually joining in the conversation about the beaches in Syria where she is originally from, Sahana got up and took her Sarong off and stretched with her hands above her head and sat back down. Having Mark around made her exhibitionist mojo back and also maybe she did not want to be so outdone by Laila. Mark focused on Sahana’s swimsuit material, ‘what material is this? Looks pretty fancy,’ he said, as he extended his hands to about to touch it, stopping. ‘May I?’ he asked first looking at me and then at her seeking permission. She looked at me, looking straight at me and nodded a yes. I was not surprised. Mark extended his hand further and lightly grazed her stomach area, ‘fantastic fabric, so smooth,’ he said.
‘I chose that for her,’ I said, trying to take credit.
‘Good choice,’ he commented and then grazed his hands down to her hip, near her groin area and two of his fingers went under her suit and held the suit material between the thumb and fingers. He was holding it and looking at it, as if he was inspecting it like an expert. Sahana wasn’t minding any of this and so wasn’t Laila.
‘Hey fella,’ he said and came and shook my hands, and went and took my wife’s hands for a shake and gave her a kiss on the cheek, the way usually westerners did. On the first day we met, he just shook hands with Sahana, maybe unsure how a Bengali woman would take to being kissed on the cheek. But now that he saw her in her attempt at a swimsuit, he felt maybe she would not mind, I thought. And not surprisingly, she did not show any sign of discomfort with the kiss. A just shook hands with his so-called wife, who was wearing a two piece bikini, where her top was a bit small for her boobs, and lots of side-boob was showing with a much revealed cleavage. I loved how free this woman was.
We were speaking to them about the things we did in Bali the previous day and set up our blankets. They asked if they could join us as they knew no one else. I happily agreed. On mine and Mark’s trip to get beer we left the women to set things up and have a chat, while we men talked about what we did and everything else. Mark was an Engineer who owned an Engineering firm and who recently retired with a butt load of money, leaving the business to his son, and now was just spending it as on vacations and traveling. I did not probe about his marriage to Laila. He was very frank and joked a lot, commenting on the scantily clad young women that were lying on the beach and that how wants to be young again to be with girls like that. ‘Laila is very beautiful,’ I said jokingly, ‘you should be happy with beautiful Laila, and not look at girls so young.’ And we laughed.
‘Haha thanks, your wife is also beautiful my man,’ he said, ‘you should consider yourself very lucky, very lucky.’ I saw genuine honesty in the way he complemented my wife.
After we went back with beers for everyone, we met the girls where we had left them; they were now sitting on the blanket. Laila did not care about modesty as she was sat with her legs spread. I tried my best not to look down there. Mark then started a conversation with my wife about how beautiful the beaches in Nusa Dua are and how relatively less crowded they are. Then he said, ‘you know, I was just telling your husband, how beautiful you are and that he was lucky,’ laughing, casually flirting with her. She blushed.
After a while of chatting, with Laila actually joining in the conversation about the beaches in Syria where she is originally from, Sahana got up and took her Sarong off and stretched with her hands above her head and sat back down. Having Mark around made her exhibitionist mojo back and also maybe she did not want to be so outdone by Laila. Mark focused on Sahana’s swimsuit material, ‘what material is this? Looks pretty fancy,’ he said, as he extended his hands to about to touch it, stopping. ‘May I?’ he asked first looking at me and then at her seeking permission. She looked at me, looking straight at me and nodded a yes. I was not surprised. Mark extended his hand further and lightly grazed her stomach area, ‘fantastic fabric, so smooth,’ he said.
‘I chose that for her,’ I said, trying to take credit.
‘Good choice,’ he commented and then grazed his hands down to her hip, near her groin area and two of his fingers went under her suit and held the suit material between the thumb and fingers. He was holding it and looking at it, as if he was inspecting it like an expert. Sahana wasn’t minding any of this and so wasn’t Laila.
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