Dealing with the matter of death was not a simple or trivial thing. And something, just when things couldn’t get any worse, the light is just ahead if fate smiles at you. This is a story of one of my strange experience which still feels like a dream but somewhat vivid and I doubt I would ever forget.
It was during one of my best times in life when I got a great job, a great pay and except than having someone stable, I am all ready to enjoy life and all when I got a letter from an old friend. Someone who is close to me like a brother whom I had not heard of in a long time. The letter, however was not a happy one and in fact rather depressing. Apparently my friends had gotten a terminal illness. He had been in Taipei since so long ago after we last saw each other in decade. In his letter, he mentioned that there is something he need me to attend to and he would love to see things settled so that he could go in peace. It was a very heavy matter to me. He was like a brother to me and I know I would do anything for him despite not being in contact for such a long time.
So, I packed my stuff in a rush and took 2 weeks off (yes, it’s crazy, I practically spend half my leave on this) and off I go to Taipei to see my old friend, perhaps for the last time. All the while in flight of 4 over hours, I could think of nothing but the days we used to have and I wondered what is it that he needed me to attend to. He has been in Taiwan for so many years and never needed me, but why now? I feel a little angry, but how can I be angry with a dying man. I hope I am not making the mistake of my life here. But little did I know this is going to be a hell of a trip.
Up to this point. Some of you would probably scream. Well, WTF. This has nothing to do with erotica or anything hot and sexy. Well, I promise there will be, but just let me get the background and stuff going before the main story.
I was promised there will be someone at the airport to pick me up from the email reply and I hope I am right. I waited a bit and Taiwan airport is really nothing compare to Changi and there is practically nothing to do there so it was very upsetting. Finally, I pick up a sim card and decided to call the number on the email. I heard a phone nearby rang and I looked up, a lady was walking towards me with her phone still ringing in her hand. It was one of those huge and big phone back in those days and I can’t help noticing her is really stunning looking, even though she is masked by her incredibly plain and dull clothes she is wearing and even her huge sunglasses (yes, it’s hot in those days) can’t cover the beauty of her face from me. She tries to squeeze a smile, but somehow I can feel she is not comfortable with that as she raises her hand and asked “Hi, Are you <dulanjiao>? I am Racheal.”
Well, let’s just say whether I like it or not, I am going to spend a lot of time with her in the coming days, but of course I have no idea then and sleepily I shook her cold little hands then…
(To Be Continued…)
Rachel is young and in fact very good looking. I can’t help wanting to look at her longer. From what little I know, Rachel is my friend’s wife. Sorta. So I presumed if she came personally to pick me up, it must be an honor. I got into the car with her, and with she driving, I feel really bored and wanted to talk, but somehow I sense the mood wasn’t right. I asked about my friend and she kept silent, so I cannot presumed there is good news. So all I can do is look out of the windows to enjoy Taiwan’s scenery and just look at Rachel once in a while so I do not have my neck twisted to one side for too long.
I cannot say I am not moved by Rachel. I can tell she is hot even in her black long dress and the deep V cut in front is doing more than just making me imagine. Under a better circumstances, I would probably had flirted with her, but of course this was a really bad timing and so I can only “video scan” her and just keep whatever thoughts I have to myself though the 45 minutes ride.
When I enter the house and yes it is a big house. My friend has somehow gotten rich getting a big house and renting to tourist like a hotel. I saw the notice that there will be no bookings etc during this period and from the white lanterns… I knew I was too late…
It was late, thanks to the stupid plane timing, and I just barely have the time to put down my luggage and I am in the hall where the alter and his coffin was. Rachel could not hold on to her tears anymore and broke down crying and naturally I have to help her up, calm her a bit before I pay my respect to my dear friend. I know this is terribly wrong, but what can I do, Rachel was holding on to me as she wipe loudly and I swear I could still remember how her hot body feel and smell like. But of course like I said. Bad timing.
After a simple wash up, Rachel show me to one of the rooms and told me to get some sleep. We should talk about everything else tomorrow. I was dead tired and the flight did not help. I am totally trapped and confused in my emotion and I guess it was the best thing for me to sleep too.
I lay down thinking… Since I am too late… maybe there isnt much for me to do here anyway. But the fact that I saw nobody else helping Rachel with the funeral and I really think I should stay back to help. Then some other random thoughts and I just text my parents and my girlfriend then to tell them I manage to survive the plane, but my friend did not. With all the lost thoughts and confusion, I started to feel sleepy and soon I think I felt asleep.
But that was until I heard some noise… Some noise, but it kind of remind me of something… hitting against someone hard. It was repeating. Immediately I thought about Rachel. OMG. What if she is in danger. I jumped out of the bed and quietly I put on my shoe, pulled open the sliding door and peek outside. Yes that sound is still echoing down the long hall of guest room, but its faint and I bet under other times where there were more people around, you would probably missed it. But in this dead and lonely night, it sound like thunder. I knew I had to take a look, but I will never imagine what I would see and how it will change the whole trip into totally something else I did not expect…
(To Be Continue…)
I walked though the long hall and the faint smacking sound got a bit closer and louder. Its crazy to imagine the whole house, or rather hotel is so big with at least 5-8 rooms and there is even more on other levels. And there is only 2 of us. Not that I saw anyone else at least.
As it turns out, the sound did not come from any of the rooms in the main house. I walked into the little garden and listen hard. Somehow it seems to be coming from another building which looks like a small shed or storeroom of sort. As I draw closer I can make out the sound closer. Despite all imagination… I thought that was the sound of something hitting the skin. But what could it be? Rachel? My imagination run wild, but instinct suddenly make me worry. Could it be someone broke in and Rachel is in danger? I decided if that is the case, I better not make my presence known for my advantage.
There is a dim light coming from the shed and I can hear the sound rather clearly now. It is definitely something small and thin likely hitting against the skin. And I can hear heavy breathing and maybe even… a slight moaning. Rachel! I wanted to break the door and rush in, but I know that would be unwise, so I look around and lucky, the window was not locked… Gently, I slide it open and peek in…
What I saw with my eyes I could never believe. And it haunts me till this day. Not in a bad way though. The sound was from Rachel alright. But she is alone. Nobody else. She is dressed in a tight leather suit with lots of torn segments. Her back is against me, but I can still tell its her from her figure. Her butt was reveal, as the leather full body suit exposed them like a g-string and her back is exposed mostly. I could see lines of red marks on it and I knew why soon enough. Her hand was hold to a whip of sort. Actually a flogger and she was smacking it against her back. With each stroke, her body wriggles and she give out a soft moan. I was too distracted then, but its only then I notice her other hand was lifted up, handcuffed to a pole over head while she is doing this. I think I almost fainted due to the rush of blood. But I also realized it gave my such a hard on I feel I could not stand properly and I bend down.
WTF!!!! was exactly ringing loud in my head. But despite all. I knew I wanted to see more of it. At least my little brother agrees. So I lift my head carefully and peek again from the small slit in the window. Rachel has turned around now, facing me, but her eyes were blindfolded and she was god damn sexy. There were torn opening revealing her nice firm breasts on her suit and her nipples where well erected probably from all the flogging. She lifted her leg and placed it on the table nearby, her pussy exposed through the torn as she continue to hit her self, she is making louder and louder moans. I started to think. Is this really Rachel? Before I was knowing… I was sorta of rubbing myself and as I realized, I notice I really have such a hard on I need to do something about it…
BUT what? And isn’t this the worse timing? In the back of my mind, I could still recall something about a funeral, my friend, my girlfriend…FUCK! But my body just wanted to see more and little did I know this is the beginning of something like a hell of a ride for me…
To be Continue…
The soft crack of the flog hit against her sweaty back, I can hear the mix of the wet skin against the hardness of the flog accompanied by her soft sensual moans. I feel an urge to just pull out my cock there and then and play with it while I watch Rachel “punished” herself. As I look down, I realized that my cock is already standing tall and hard without much physical stimulation. The fact that Rachel is wearing a blindfold made me more bold. All that about moral, my dead friend’s wife, the funeral… All lose somewhere in time.
Rachel stood against the rack, her body strapped onto a set of harness which bound her movement away from the rack where there is sets of tools like a workbench. Well, after all this is the work shed. But instead of having a file, I see Rachel mounted a rubbery hard dildo against a motorized pump, one which her body is restricted to escape away due to the harness around her waist to the back of her butts, which honestly is quite a view too. I can hear the roar of the machinery as it was switch on… Rachel body struggle away from it, but she is gradually pulled towards the dildo which is then forced right into her pussy… It is like she love the fighting against it. I could somehow just understand that. Almost like she is being raped by the dildo. And that thought really cause me to want to cum right away.
I watched as she tried to pull back against the harness as it goes in her, he moans louder, and almost screaming in a mix of joy and agony. I was holding my cock and shaking it crazy as I watch secretly from outside the window. I could almost feel myself cumming, my mind flooded with erotic thoughts of Rachel in all sort of twisted images. God, I wonder what good I had ever done to deserved someone so great like this…
But as I was about to really cum hard, suddenly a gust of cold night wind just blow pass and despite all the hot action inside, it gives me a shivers. Suddenly, everything rushes back in my mind. Just WTF was I doing in the middle of the night spying on my friend’s widow. God Damn It! I scolded myself as I quickly hide my cock and shove it back into my PJ. I better get back to my room before Rachel discover me. I quickly sneak past back into the main house… My head turned one more time, the imagine of Rachel made such a deep imprint in my mind, it is scorched into my mind.
But of course… Little did I know this is not the end, but the beginning of a really weird trip…
I barely made it back to back walking straight up due to the hard on. As I lie down in bed, I released the high tower of Paris is standing so tall, I will need to turn side way so that in case if Rachel would pull open the door, I could avoid some embarrassing moments. Not that is it likely to happen though. But it was one of those guest room with no lock, so I do not feel that safe. But the thought of just jerking off before I sleep is tempting because of the whole episode. But maybe I was just too tired from the trip and everything, before I could touch myself much, my vision just blurred off and I was in dreamland faster than Superman.
But even in my dream, Rachel would not give me a break. I dream that when I open my eyes, I could see her slide open the door and crawl in on her fours like a little naughty kitten looking for trouble. She even has a tail on top of her sexy torn up (at strategic places) latex suit. Of course, its a dream, but it is likely a butt plug. But my focus of course is attracted by her pair of beautiful boobs hanging from her body, in a perfect cup of at least 38 if not 40, C or D cup. To make it more sounding, literally, there were nipples rings attached with little bells on them, making chime like voices of sirens.
Before I could get up, she pounded on me lightly, her body weight was not much, but enough to pin me down as she crawl on top on me. Her boobs was brushing me all the way from my legs to my manhood, tummy and all the way until she rest her gaze on me. I guess my mouth was wide open in shock, excitement or whatever is the feeling you describe this but she playfully stole a kiss from me before just saying “meow” in my face and lying her head on my chest. I find my hand stroking her long soft silky black hair that feels like satin as she fondles with my nipple gently and playfully giggles as I slide my hand down her back.
“Wrong” was the last thing in my mind maybe because of all the excitement or maybe because its just a dream conjured by my mind to “fix” my poor hard on. I find myself holding and caressing her tits before long and her soft almost pinkish nipples (despite being an Asian, which is purely rare) was soft in between my finger but hard against her mounds of pleasure. I rub them hard as I pull her tits to my mouth, hungrily sucking her nipples as if milk would come out of it. Thanks to the lousy airplane circulation which probably made me so dry and thirsty. I knew even without checking that my cock is already hard and poking right at her bottom.
Rachel leap upright and force herself up kneel, with a little adjustment, I find her pussy cups down right onto my cock. So this is how it feels when you get “wrapped” instead of inserting it. I could only look at her slutty facial expression, mouth wide open, eyes dazed like in a trance of lust as she licks her tongue playfully before I find myself wriggling like a worm, humping my cock into her wet and tight tunnel…
To be continue…
I move against her body in synchronized rhythm as I feel my cock wanting to penetrate her deeper itself. I find my hand touching her all over and she is not resisting it as I feel her tits, fondling, squeezing and even pulling at her nipples. Right there, we both only want one thing and that is climax. Every moment feels so good I wish it would last forever, but all good things must come to an end and we feel so great we did not even change position. I feel my cum shot high upwards into her pussy and then it was so full it flow back down onto my cock again, making both of us wet and messy. I could only remember her sweet smile as she lean down and we kissed again, soft but passionate as I feel myself lose again to blueness. Somehow it just ended. That’s how it happens with dreams. At least this one was so good I did not wake up immediately.
I feel a soft voice calling my name and when I opened my eyes, I could see Rachel fully dress in black, right for mourning kneeling beside me and I could barely make out her saying something about she needing to deal with the funeral early and wants me to get up and have breakfast quickly… then as quickly as it goes, she leave me half woken up. God, I feel wet. Below. Even inside the blanket. I flip it open to check and I realized I just had a hell of a wet dream and my pj is totally stained with cum. I quickly jumped out and get into some decent clothes. In my mind, all I can think of is… Was it all a dream last night… All about the BDSM, Rachel suddenly coming into my room, everything a dream? And there I saw it… was a letter left on my table, probably by Rachel.
I didn’t remember all the details, but long story short, the letter was from my friend. He wrote it before he departed…
“Thanks for coming on such a short notice and sorry to disrupt your live with such a bundle. There was nobody else to turn to and I knew that you would help based on our deep friendship. Rachel is rather young and I have left not too much except this hotel business and all and I want you to look out for her at least during the weeks after I was gone to make sure she can cope and get things on track. I know it is hard, but I assure you everything here is at your disposal. The finance, the resources in the hotel, all the contacts are here and even Rachel is at your disposal. Thanks for helping me one last time.”
I scratch my head as I walked towards the kitchen with thoughts about the hotel business and only the words from my friend echoes in my mind as I sat down and when I snapped back to reality, I only realized Rachel was waiting, seated opposite me, with 2 simple Amercian breakfast with toast and ham in between us. There is so much I wanted to ask and so many questions… But I did not know how to begin…
To be continue
It was an awkward silence, except the wind chime tinkling in the winds and soft chants from the priests in the main hall which is quite distance away. I cut through my bacon and try to organize my thoughts. But those sexy images of Rachel just keep flashing in. Damn those wet dreams! I was about to speak up when Rachel cuts in.
“I have to go to get some paperwork done up in the morning because nobody else can do it. Can you have me look after things here?” She said in a soft and firm voice. The Rachel now is nothing I dream of. Her dressing is tight and almost not showing any part of her sky except above the neck. I nodded, almost stupidly before ask her if another other friends or family would be here to help. She signed and shaked her head, as if there is a long story to tell and it is not happy. I just comfort her by telling her not to worry, I am there to help her. Well, at least I can stay, but since I can’t drive out, there is only so much I can do.
Rachel quickly show me to my friend’s study where all the finances and administration stuff for the hotel is and she quickly rushes off after we paid our respect to my friend. This is the second time I had put incense in the ash bowl and it just saddened me further. I stayed for a bit, listening to the haunting chants but suddenly, I realized I preferred to be alone and I might as well make myself helpful going through the hotel stuff to see what I can help out with.
In her accounting and all, it all seems good. The hotel was in fact pretty booked, but because of my friend departure, I presumed some of the guests were informed and rejected. Well, otherwise, how could Rachel cope with the hotel and the funeral at the same time. And who would want to stay in a hotel with a funeral anyway. At least, that’s what I thought. I run though other stuff and actually made a rather shocking discovery as I found my friend’s secret stash of hidden goodies. He has never changed… I remember how wild and crazy we were back in younger days, and then in army… Anyway, it was full of guys things and to my surprise there was some magazine of BDSM, photos of girls in various humiliating and vulnerable positions. Perhaps there are some basis of my dreams and maybe I did not really dream about Rachel afterall… Could that be real? My cock can’t help getting a bit excited as I thought about her latex suit and her almost pinkish nipples, but my thought was interrupted suddenly as I heard some calls and voices outside…
“Anyone in?” I can heard 2 girls almost screaming as the priest continue their chantings and circling at the altar. I wonder who it could be as I slowly walked out to the hall and at the front door, I saw 2 girls with lots of luggage. One of them were tall and slim, with long hair and a pair of sunglasses flipped up while the other slightly shorter and a bit plump, but definitely a figure she would be proud of. I walked towards them and the first thing in my mind is…“Tourists….
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But little did I know these 2 would made a great impact on my stay in Taiwan…
I spend the next 30 minutes or so trying to explain to them we are closed because of the funeral, which they could see clearly as they step into the hall, but the taller girl who identified herself as Grace insisted she got a booking and she does not want to change or find another place to stay at the last minute. I tried calling Rachel about I was not able to reach her. Eventually I give up. Some of these tourist can be really weird. But I mentioned the funeral again and asked them if they mind because it would still go on for a few days and strangely they are ok with it. So I lead Grace and the other girl, Nelly to the courtyard at least away from the funeral, while I try to check if the next room furthest away from the funeral, which is opposite mine is ready. Fortunately, it is in a good condition so I agreed to put them in and proceed with the registration. While checking in their passport, I learned that Nelly was from Penang and guess where is Grace from? Singapore.
After showing the girls to their room, I return to the hall at the funeral and continue to help fold and burn paper money, while entertaining some visitors who came to pay respect. Most of whom, I thought were business associates and thus, we did not really have topics to talk about. But all the while, I could heard giggles and some noises coming from the far end of the hall and it kind of disturbs me because it seems rather inappropriate for a funeral in progress. So I decided I better go check it out.
I walked all the way to the girls room and the giggles seems to be get louder so there is no doubt where that came from. I gave a knock and try to look stern myself and what greeted me was a total surprise. The door opened slightly ajar, I could only see Grace and only catch a glimpse of Nelly on the bed, both of them stripped down to the bare minimum of being decent, in sexy lingerie. Well, Not really for Grace, since I could only imagine it was their pillow fighting and all, but clearly one of her nipple had slips out of her sexy top and I can’t help but notice it. I guess the scene was too stunning for me to say anything. It must have took me about a minute before I opened my mouth.
“Sorry, but could you girls tone it down a little bit because there is a funeral out there and it is not very nice to let visitors hear all the playing and stuff…” I finally spoke, eye trying to focus on Grace face, which I can see changes from pale to pink on her cheek.
“Sorry…” She spoke softly, quite unlike the I-must-have-my-room lady just now and I can tell she is blushing as she suddenly realized she had a nipple slips as she quickly pulls her top over to cover it. Then, she suddenly looked up and spring a question I did not expect.
“Is the spring bath ready for use?” She looked up almost like a little girl to a candy and asked me. I was totally caught off guard. What? There is a spring bath in this place? I look totally lost, but trying to be professional, I replied her that I would check it out and let her know. Quietly she close the door and I can hear soft giggling again, as if Nelly was laughing at Grace for her nipples slip. I can’t helping thinking these two girls are rather cute in a way.
So, now my job is to check out the spring bath. I can’t imagine exactly how big this hotel is and it seems my friend has really left a great legacy behind. Then I suddenly think of Rachel and wonder if there is a spring bath, maybe she would use it too and while I walked around looking for the spring bath, my mind is flooded with hot steamy images of Rachel totally nude…
So I went to look around and sure enough, there is a hot spring bath tub right at the back beyond all the guest room. It aren’t huge, but from what I see, at least it channels the water from the mountain’s spring water. The only problem is that it has been drained, likely because there was a funeral and Rachel was not expecting any guest to use it. But further checking, it seems trival to turn it on, just that I might as well wash the tub a little before doing so.
It was a real hot summer, so I think the spring bath is a good idea as I went around to look for the tool. The place that came to mind was that wooden shed where I saw Rachel at night. It is also time to check if I was dreaming all along or was it really what I saw. Sure enough the shed was there and as I entered, it was quite different though. The chains and harness are not there, but a simple wooden work shed. At least I managed to find the tool. Still, logic would tell me it is impossible to imagine this or dream about this when the details are so real.
I pop by and knock on the door of the girls and this time Nelly opened the door ajar and still in her lingerie. She smiles and giggly asked “What’s up?” I tried my best to be serious in telling her that I will get the spring bath ready but it would take a while, but my eyes and my mind can’t help losing focus as I see her deep cleavage barely supported by her translucent pink top, does its job of hiding her nipples, but not the full shape of her full blown blossom which I suspect was at least a 40C I bet. I feel like I wanted to just take a squeeze out of it. I was interrupted as she giggles and look at me then answered with a smile “OK” then she poke at my chest and giggles playfully saying “You are all wet from sweating, I think you might need the bath more than us!” She close the door shut and I could here some laughing from the girls again. You know what, she is right. I haven’t got a good bath since I arrived.
I took the cleaning tools to the hot spring and started to work on it. It was a crazy hot summer and it was just easier when I took off t-shirt and just work with the scrubbing and cleaning in just my shorts. Afterall, I am getting quite wet from the sweat and the water as well. In fact I was working so hard on it that time must had passed and I also failed to notice that Nelly was kneeling beside the tub watching me in her towel maybe because she waited for quite a while. When I finally saw her, she just smile sweetly and bend down to look at the pool, but her towel absolutely failed to protect the view into her deep valley in between her breasts. I almost think she did it on purpose, but the sudden stimulation is way too much for me to try to hide it as I can even feel my cock getting the shock.
Nelly laughs as she must have notice my harden stick as she exclaimed “You get so hard so easily?” she giggles as I was embarrassed and not sure how to answer her. I try to distract myself by throwing the cleaning tool out of the tub and turning on the tub, letting the spring water flow and start to fill the tub up an inch at a time. But I am not sure if its just Nelly or are Penang girls really very friendly and sweet as she suddenly stands up, drops her towel and it was only then I realized she was wearing nothing below that, but my eyes were definitely locked on to her pair of nice tits, bouncing a little as she steps into the pool.
I guess hard works really pays off afterall.
I am not sure if staying still or moving away would be a better reaction, but either way, I did not choose but still stunned and still like a statue as Nelly move closer to me and without warning, she locked her lips onto mine. She was passionate and not stingy with her tongue as it glides into my mouth which I gladly welcome. I can fill her body stuck close to me, her chest onto mine as I can almost even feel her heartbeats which is definitely as fast as mine if not fast as I feel her nipples, no, not just that, but her whole breasts pressed against my bare chest and sliding it up and down as she move to hug me.
“What about Grace?…” I only manage to mumbled to much as our lips briefly parted, but my answer only lies in her sparkling eyes as she smiles and giggles gently whispering into my ears.
“She is asleep. Too tired…” She move her hand down and grab the shorts over my harden cock, then begin to stroke it slowly. I move my hand onto her waist, wanting to move up to grab her breasts. It was close to touching them now and then she did something I never expected. She backed off and slapped my hands.
“No touching. You just stay still like a good puppy!” She hissed and I was totally taken off, but yet the idea of me not doing anything kind of stimulated me anyway and so I play along. After all, what have I to lose? She then grab my shorts and pulled it down, exposing my long harden and redden cock. Its filled up and all ready, and her touching is not exactly helping it get any smaller. She gave me a gently push on my chest with her palm as I lie seated on the tub which is almost kneel filled with the hot spring water from the mountain. Gently, she kneels down and look at me then smiles at my tall manhood right in front of me.
“Are Taiwanese guys always so horny or something?” she smiles. Now is definitely not to spoil the mood by disagreeing so I kept quiet and just play along as she goes down onto her fours and crawl slowly towards me, until her face is only inch away from my cock as she blows softly on it. I could feel her warm breathe on my tip and it sends an electrical tinkles through my whole body. I am dying to want to touch her but I remembered what she said and worried that if I even moved an inch, she would do something really bad. Like stopping. My hands feels like its being chained up by an invisible bound as she prowls softly then cups her hands over my cock.
It felt like dying, but if dying is so good, I guess I did not mind then.