This is a story that is mostly true and that involves four people. I was the only consistent connection between all of them. Yet I will write this from one person’s perspective for continuity.

The French would call this “La douleur exquise”. It translates to the “Exquisite pain.” It’s the wanting someone that you can never share.

And so it begins…

It was the mid-1980s, and I (Mike) was serving in the Navy. It was a different time and had different cultural norms than today. Plainly, what was acceptable back then might ruffle a few feathers in today’s society.

We were in Southeast Asia. It was the first time that I had ever been outside of the country and my Chief had taken me under his wing (so to speak).

We had gotten off of the ship and made our way into town. Town was a series of unending bars, a few restaurants, and crafted goods. My Chief had told me that we were going to hit a bunch of bars, and I was to tell him when I found a girl that I thought was the most beautiful woman I could have imagined.

We had walked through over forty bars, and there she was. She stood 5’6” tall and weighed about 120 pounds. She had ebony black hair that was a little more than shoulder-length. She was wearing a light summer dress that was fairly form-fitting and came down to mid-thigh. She had larger breasts than was the norm. They were a full “C” cup. Her name was “Josie.”

My Chief had seen my expression and went over to speak to the owner of the bar. Here is where things start to be more than most people would understand if they did not serve in the Navy or during that period of time. No women were allowed outside of the bars during certain hours unless they had a “permission slip” known as a “Bar Fine.” This was a document that told the police that the bar had given them permission to leave the bar. Of course, they would not get one unless there was an incentive for the bar to do so. The girl’s jobs were to get the sailors to buy them “Lady’s Drinks.” These were watered-down rum and cokes. This is where the bars and girls made their true money. If you wanted to take the girls out of the bar, they would no longer be making the money for the bar. The way to get the bar fine was to negotiate with the bar owner a price to offset the loss of income.

If you pay for the bar fine too early, the girls are not happy, as they are no longer making money, and you can take them out of the bar to your hotel room or anywhere else. Of course, the girls wanted you to continue drinking so that you spent money on them and they would not be expected to do other things later on. That’s how things worked back then.

My Chief negotiated a rate that was good for both the bar and me. She would be available to me anytime the ship pulled into the port during our deployment. I had planned on traveling around the country, and she would be my “tour guide.”

The issue for Josie was that as long as she was not working in the bar, she was not making a living. While there was nothing under the law requiring me to pay for her "time," ethically there was an expectation to do so. Mind you, the exchange rate to the dollar was phenomenal. An entire evening of drinks and a bar fine would be less than $15.00 in today’s money. Keep in mind that we had been out to sea for weeks and I had numerous paychecks sitting in my locker ready to be spent. In other words, I had money to burn and a strong desire to do so.

As luck would have it, Josie was funny, smart, and a great conversationalist. In spite of the transactional relationship, we bonded quickly. I was enamored, to be sure. She was beautiful, and I was loving her company.

As I had paid her bar fine, she offered to take me back to her place and make us dinner. We stopped at a package and grocery store on our way.

She had a small apartment that was definitely a woman’s lair. There was a small kitchen, sitting area, and bedroom. The bathroom/shower was a shared one with the girl in the apartment next door. Her name was Emy.

After a dinner of chicken and rice, I explained to Josie that I would like to travel while I was in port. I would pay for both of our travel expenses and financially make her time worth it.

I left and headed back to the ship to pack some clothes and would be back to pick her up early in the morning.

As the sun was rising, I knocked on her door. She answered wearing a white cotton blouse that emphasized her breasts and a tight pair of shorts. While these were made of cotton, they were as snug as today's yoga shorts. They encased her heart-shaped ass and showed a three-inch gap between her thighs. She was ready for my arrival and was already packed.

Our first day entailed a four-hour bus trip to a well-known beach resort. We’d see jungles, rice fields, waterfalls, and many wild animals.

After checking in and unpacking, we stepped out onto our terrace. I wrapped an arm around Josie, and she snuggled into my body. She thanked me for treating her well. I pulled her into a gentle kiss. After her initial surprise, she began to return the energy.

As the kiss began to gain passion, I stepped back and told her to grab her swimsuit, as we would head down to the beach.

When she stepped out of the changing room, I was stunned. Her bikini was minimal. She had borrowed it from her neighbor, Emy. The top barely covered her erect nipples, although they were clearly visible through the material. The bottoms showed a cleanly shaved mound and material that was concealed between the muscular ass cheeks before me.

She pointed at my groin and said, “I see that you approve," and then giggled.

This was an exclusive beach and villa. As such, we’d be able to enjoy our privacy.

The water was warm and the sand was soft. Our companionship grew, and we quickly lost track of time. It was now close to dinnertime, so we made our way back to the villa. After washing off the sand and lotion, we headed onto the terrace. Our dinner had been delivered and was waiting for us.

The food was awesome and the atmosphere was actually quite romantic. We sat overlooking the ocean, palm trees surrounding us, and soon the sun would be setting.

I moved over to a lounge chair looking out onto the water. I signaled for Josie to join me. As I sat with my back propped up by the chair, Josie spooned back into me. I wrapped my arms around her, and we silently watched the sun slowly drop into the ocean. I would periodically kiss the back of her neck, and she’d respond by snuggling further back and giving me a slight purr.

As the stars rose on this clear night, my hands began to roam. She dropped her arms down to her side to give me full access to her body.

I began to rub her firm breasts and felt the rigid nipples grazing the palms of my hands. Her head fell back onto my shoulder. The minuscule fabric was pulled to the side so that I could feel the warmth and firmness against my skin.

Josie’s head turned toward mine, and she offered a kiss. It was slow, gentle, and very enticing.

Soon her body shifted to the side so that our kisses were no longer constrained by our positions. My hand lifted one of her breasts, and I could feel the weight and firmness in my palm. A deep moan escaped her lips.

“Mike, please take me inside.”

We rose and walked into the bedroom. The bedspread had been turned down by the resort staff while we had been on the beach.

Josie slid back onto the mattress and rested her head on the pillow. The contrast of her ebony hair and the white pillowcase was stark.

I was not deluded into thinking she was a virgin, but at the moment, she looked innocent. I felt like I was going to violate her for the first time.

I slowly crawled up between her muscular legs while kissing the flesh as I rose forward. They would open further with each kiss. The thin material of her bikini bottoms had slid between her swollen labia.

The aroma from her arousal had begun to fill the room with its sensual properties. I took deep breaths of its intoxicating fragrances and began to explore her flesh with my tongue.

I would watch her hips rise and begin to undulate under my ministrations. I felt her fingers clutch my head and direct it to her liking. Her breasts rose and fell as her chest gasped for air.

Aware of her head rocking from side to side, her taut abdomen began to roll, announcing her first orgasmic quake. Her back strongly arched, almost throwing me off of her. A scream came forth that reverberated off of the walls.

Her thighs gripped my head tightly as her body rode through the tremors. Her body eventually went limp and her legs fell wide. Her eyelids fluttered and her nostrils flared.

My erection had become fully engorged and was quite uncomfortable in my shorts. I rose while sliding it down and off of my legs.

I began kissing my way up her body. A kiss to her mound, another to her belly button, a few to her breasts, and then some to her collar bone.

My 6’3” tall body towered over her smaller frame. My 220-pound body had been developed by many years of swimming. I now maintained it with running on a treadmill and a weight routine.

Looking down at her, her eyes opened, and I watched as her lips said, “I need you, now.” My hips fell. My cock was a divining rod and quickly found the moisture that it sought. The swollen crown pierced her core. The dew caused it to slide deeper.

Her thighs opened and her eyes became laser focused on my face.

My hips began to piston the shaft deep into her folds. Her arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders and neck. My strokes were steady and deep.

Her Kegel muscles were wrapped tightly around my shaft and were causing a milking sensation. In my limited experience, I had never felt anything so glorious.

I began to develop an animalistic desire to possess and breed her. My body dropped down, drawing her tightly against me. Her nipples raking against my chest. Our pubic mounds colliding noisily. A continuous murmur enticing me to quicken the pace.

The words “Mike, I need to feel your seed paint the walls to my womb" caused my balls to tighten and hips lurch forward. Rope after rope of my seed jettisoned deep into her womb. The seed seeking out its biological destiny.

The warmth caused her body to follow my orgasmic rush. We tightly held onto each other as we rode through the tremors.

I fell to the side in exhaustion, and a copious amount of semen oozed out of her onto the clean sheet below. Sleep overtook the two of us.

We would have two more days at this resort. We enjoyed the sun and surf and spoke about our pasts and our likes and loves. We were developing a deep trust for each other.

Each morning, Josie would wake me up with soul-searching oral sex. During the day, we’d also get to know each other’s body intimately.

On the fourth day, our travels took us into the mountains. I had arranged a cabin at the base of two waterfalls. The dissonance was overwhelming the closer you got to them. The cabin had been stocked with enough food to last the next three days. In the meantime, we would be alone to hike about, raft down the river, use the two all-terrain vehicles, or simply commune with nature. There was plenty of wild life about and areas for us to explore.

The first day we put on our hiking boots, packed a lunch, and headed out to explore the waterfalls. Monsoon season brings plenty of rain, but it also makes the humidity almost intolerable.

After getting to the waterfalls, we took off our clothes to get some relief from the heat. A dip in the water quickly cooled us off. We were able to swim behind the waterfall and enjoy the solitude. As the water cascading down onto the rocks below was so loud, we were unable to talk. Instead, we just snuggled up on one of the flat rocks, opened our pack, and laid down a small inflatable mattress.

Once positioned, I pushed Josie onto her back, where a smile crossed her face. Her arms and legs opened in anticipation. My cock was already engorged.

As I settled down onto her body, I felt her swollen labia part and receive my member. Our dance was slow and rhythmical.

I was enjoying the gentle clenching of her muscles. Enough to easily maintain the erection but slow enough to be teasing. I returned the favor by sliding deep enough to reach her cervical opening. The goddess beneath me is surrendering her soul to my pleasure.

With a wink, she began to raise her hips higher to meet my thrusts. Her eyelids then began to flutter. My crown began to batter her depths. As we neared our apex, her hand rose onto my chest, pushing me back. Looking confused, I lifted myself off of her with my cock falling out of its warm sheath.

She gave me a wicked smile and rolled over. With her face and chest buried into the mattress, she lifted her hips high in the air. Her perfect ass was gloriously exhibited before me. Her hand slid down between her legs and signaled for me to move forward. I needed no further prompting.

I moved forward and grabbed her hips tightly as my shaft easily slid inside of her open furrow. I was no longer intent on being gentle and slow. My hips began to slam back and forth like a heavy piston. She met my thrusts with equal need.

Her undulating hips and tight sheath soon had me nearing my orgasm. I could feel my testicles tightening and my shaft beginning to pulse. I then felt her pussy clamp down on me with a vice-like grip. Her head rose off of the mattress, and it was clear she was letting out a loud cry. The roar of the waterfall rendered it indiscernible. It was enough to cause me to shove my cock into her with everything I had and bellow out my own roar.

Within seconds, both of us collapsed forward.

I don’t know how long I might have been out, but she had crawled out from under me and was licking my deflated shaft. It had the appearance of a cat preening its coat. A lick here and then a lick there, ensuring all of the surface had been cleaned. When she saw that I had awakened, she smiled.

We grabbed our things and headed back to the cabin as naked as we had been on the day we had been born.

We would remain such for most of the next few days. The monsoon season would have had our clothes sticking to our bodies anyway.

After dinner, Josie excused herself for a while to take a bath. I had figured that our activities had rendered her a bit sore, and she needed some time.

She eventually came out and used a finger to come hither. I followed her into the bedroom. This was the coolest part of the cabin.

As I entered the room, I noticed a number of candles had been lit. The netting that cascaded over the bed had been drawn back.

The thing that caught my eye the most was the look in her eyes. They were very focused and soft. As she moved next to me, she began to slowly circle me while her fingertips grazed my body. Barely touching but fully exploring. Gently she pushed me towards the bed until I fell forward. She had me stretch across the mattress.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the lightness of her exploring fingers. Eventually I felt the bed move as she rose above me. Her form grazed my legs, butt, and back.

Her lips grazed my ear; she whispered, "Irog ko" (my cherished one).

I then felt her breasts caressing my skin. I was laser-focused on where and how the feather-like contact was.

As her lips grazed my other ear, I heard “Mahal kita” (I love you).

At the time I did not know what she was saying. It just seemed to add to the moment.

She reached under my hips and pulled my cock down between my thighs. One hand caressed the cheeks of my ass, while the other started to stroke my shaft. Soon, I started lifting my hips to give her better access. Her hand was working my shaft in ways that had me loudly moaning.

As I was about to spread my seed on the sheets below me, she stopped. My cock was fully engorged, and I was frustrated. I turned to look back at her. She put a finger to her lips to quiet my exasperation.

She slid down onto the mattress and reached down to the cheeks of her sexy ass. Over her shoulder, she told me “Kunin mo ang cherry ko, Irog ko” (Take my cherry, my beloved). While I didn’t know what she said, I got the message.

Her tight brown star was winking at me, and I could see some type of lubricant surrounding it. Her body language had sent her message of importance.

I moved to position myself accordingly. My crown touched her anal ring, and a shiver ran through her body. Her hips began a wave-like motion. As the head would make contact with her anus, a moan could be heard from Josie, as her hips would push back.

I pushed forward slightly and the head became impaled past her anal ring. It was tight and flexing around me.

I held back waiting for her to relax and get used to my intrusion.

Quietly she said, “Unti-unti”(gradually or bit by bit)

I gradually lowered my weight. I watched as inch after inch of my shaft disappeared inside of her tight rectum. It was tighter than anything I had ever felt.

The idea of what I was doing, and submission she had offered was intoxicating. My cock was as rigid as it had ever been.

Before too long, I felt my pubic hair against her. Her ass cheeks perfectly fit into my pelvic girdle. I wrapped my arms around her and drew her into me.

After a while, her hips began to move and push back at me. My cock was sliding back and forth inside her rectum.

I felt the muscles relax around me and her quicken the pace.

Eventually, I was taking full strokes that were being matched in energy from Josie.

“Oo, oo!” (yes, yes)

Josie's body began to violently writhe under me, as an orgasm took control of her.

The strength of it bucked me off of her. I fell to her side with my cock pointing directly at the ceiling.

I watched her progressively shake until there was only minor little tremors.

She would ultimately roll over toward me. A look of complex exhaustion expressed on her face.

She whispered, “Iniibig kita.” (I love you deeply).

We faced each other without a word spoken for some time. One of her hands drifted down to my erection. As it bumped against it, she quickly looked down. “Oh, my. You’re still erect?”

She rose and swung her hips over mine. Using one of her hands, she grasped the head of my cock and directed it at her vaginal entrance. It was tight but extremely wet. I slid completely inside of her. Her hips began a back-and-forth rhythm.

It would not take long before I began to feel the tightness of her sheath milking me. Squeezing and holding. Release and begin again.

I grabbed her firm breasts as they wiggled before me. Her hands met mine and squeezed them tightly around her breasts.

I could feel her slick clitoris rubbing against my shaft, driving her higher and higher.

I could not last any longer. I drove my hips directly off of the bed, impaling her completely on my cock. My body began to shudder as I felt my seed rushing out the crown. The urethra was painfully overwhelmed as it was stretched to make room.

Josie followed my heavenly ride, collapsing onto my chest. My cock nestled deep in her womb until it eventually went flaccid and fell out.

Josie lay on my chest until the sun's rays began to drift through the windows.

I was reveling in the closeness while looking down upon her beautiful form. She lifted her head and whispered, "Minamahal kita" (You are my beloved). The sun shone down on her and bathed her body in gold.

It was not until later that she told me what "Minamahal kita" (You are my beloved) meant. It would become her mantra with me.

The remaining days sped by. We did a lot of talking about ourselves and our desires, but avoided the future. If we weren’t being intimate, we were enjoying the forest surrounding us. At no time were we out of each other’s sight.

We eventually had to go back to our real lives. As I headed through the naval base's front gate, I looked back to see Josie. She yelled to me, "Balik ka na sa akin, mahal ko." (Come back to me, my love.)

Our ship would return another three times during our deployment. Each port call was three to seven days, and I spent every minute possible with her.

The last port call, we no longer could avoid the inevitable. We each knew when the last day would be coming. As close as we had become, we each knew that our futures were not aligned. We each had different cultures, countries, goals, and aspirations. Yet… We had a bond that neither had ever felt before. It was something that was all-consuming. A part of me just couldn’t leave.

Josie had to work at the bar so that she could afford to attend college. I decided that I could help the woman I had come to love. I set up an allotment to pay for her schooling. This way she’d no longer have to work at the bar and could focus on her studies. This was a way to assuage my young conscience.

Josie went with me to the ship’s brow on the morning my ship was to depart for the last time. We held each other, cried, and felt our souls being ripped out of our bodies.

As I walked to the brow, Josie yelled, “Hanggang sa dulo, ikaw pa rin" (Until the very end, it will still be you), as my chief would tell me moments later.

I would go on to get out of the Navy a few years later and take a job working for the government. The job would have me traveling extensively, which did not allow me to develop any romantic relationships. The phrase "having a girl in every port" was indicative of any sort of relationship I enjoyed. They were the proverbial “friends with benefits.”

About seven years later, I was attending a private party in Los Angeles. A friend of mine from high school (Bri) had moved there a few years earlier. Bri was now married and had a job in the record industry.

Bri was walking me around her home introducing me to her friends. As we stepped out onto the patio, I saw her. There stood my Josie. She was older, wearing a different type of clothing than her country, but still beautiful. Our eyes met. It felt like a lightning bolt hit me. My feet were initially seared to the ground. Bri grabbed my arm and dragged me in her direction. As we stepped up to each other, a man appeared. Bri would then introduce them to me. This man was Josie’s husband, Mark.

As we stood there not knowing what to say to each other, Mark asked, “It’s obvious you know my wife. How do you know each other?”

I did not know how much she had let her husband know about her past, and I didn’t want to ruin things for this woman I had loved. “I met your wife working at a library on a naval base many years ago.”

Mark responded, “That must have been while she went to law school.” I answered, “Must have been.”

I excused myself and headed to the kitchen. I was trying to figure out what my next move was going to be and how I could make my escape.

From behind me, I heard, "Minamahal kita." (You are my beloved).

I turned, and we were in each other’s arms. It lasted only a minute, but it was as if time had returned. Yet we knew the moment could only be fleeting.

Quietly so that others might not hear, she spoke, “Thank you for saying the library. No one knows about my past… including my husband. I would also lose my law license.”

Just as we were about to carry on a conversation, Bri and Josie’s husband walked into the kitchen. He offered me a drink and suggested that we adjourn to the living room and get caught up on what I have been doing.

All I cared about was hearing from Josie. After my leaving, she had completed her studies and received a law degree. She had started with the record company in her home country, and they had transferred her to the United States, where she had come to meet her husband.

He was actually a nice guy. Perceptive but maybe not enough. Through the course of the conversation, he deduced that I had somehow been involved in paying for her education. I just mentioned that she had been quite helpful to a lost sailor a long way from home. It was my way of thanking her for it. He didn’t ask for details and thanked me on behalf of his wife.

As I sat there, though, a deep sadness began to take hold. I soon left the party, as it was becoming more than I could conceal. The next day, I threw myself into my work and basically ran.

It would be months before the sadness dulled enough to move on.

About 15 years later, I had a four-hour layover at the San Francisco airport. I was working on my laptop in the terminal bar when I heard "Minamahal kita" directly behind me. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Then I felt a woman’s hand on my shoulder and softly heard, “Iniibig kita.” I had since come to learn this language and knew it meant “I love you deeply." I turned to see Josie standing there. Tears streaming down her face. We were immediately in each other’s arms.

I looked around, and she sensed what I was looking for. “He’s not here.”

I held onto her as if my life depended on it.

I felt tears on my shoulder but knew there must have been tears on hers too. It was probably three to four minutes before we pulled just a bit apart. We both began to speak at once until her finger found my lips. I went quiet.

She told me that she had a three-hour layover and had stopped for a quick drink. That was when she saw me. At first, she thought she was mistaken or was seeing things. She had been watching me for a few minutes until she was sure.

We grabbed a table in the corner and quickly sat down. We each had to continue physical contact. We held hands and touched each other's thighs. She would occasionally reach out to my cheek. We brought each other up to date, but in a way like speed dating. We needed to get the small stuff out of the way.

She then looked at me with a glimmer and asked if my layover might need to be cancelled for a “night or two." I told her that my business had been finished and I had the next few days off. I might just be convinced to extend my stay in San Francisco. She told me that she could call her husband and say she had work come up, requiring her to also stay. Unfortunately, it could not be longer than two days. She needed to be back at work, and her husband would wonder if it was longer.

We made the necessary arrangements with our air carriers, and I got us a hotel room overlooking Fisherman’s Wharf.

We checked into our room and realized that we were going to need to eat, as it was dinner time.

Josie stepped into the bathroom to change for dinner while I made arrangements for us to eat. I knew of a nice restaurant within walking distance.

When Josie stepped out of the bathroom, I was astonished. She had put on a black dress that truly hugged her body. There was a small slit that ran up one of her legs almost to her waist. When she walked, it would hint at what might be seen.

As she came up to me, she had noticed where my eyes had been roaming. A slight wink, and she said, “I think you like my dress.” All I could do was nod. Words had escaped me.

We then made our way to the restaurant, where the maître d’ sat us in a private alcove.

As we slid into the seat, the dress rode up and her thigh became fully exposed. She gently took my hand and placed it on her thigh, and pulled it higher. I was soon to find out she was not wearing anything underneath.

We were served a very nice meal and finished off a bottle of wine. Our conversation was as if we were still back in her home country. It was free and easy. It was also warm and intimate. As dinner wound down, Josie stopped and took on a serious face. “My beloved man. I need you to take me. I don’t mean just to the hotel. I mean, I need you to physically own me. You have always had my heart and soul. I now need to physically feel your physical ownership. I don’t want to be loved. I have wanted… no, needed, to feel you physically take me as your possession.”

I paid the bill, and we left.

As the door closed to our room, I turned her around and pinned her against the door. Her beautiful face was mashed against the hardwood. A hand went under her skirt and slid between her thighs. She was very wet. I pulled her hips back and pushed a finger deep inside of her. A loud hiss escaped from deep within.

I brutally began to finger her. Her thighs spread, offering further access.

At a point where she was close to losing control, I withdrew my finger and pushed it inside of her mouth. Like a starving person, she quickly devoured the dew that had remained on my finger. She was panting with excitement.

I withdrew my finger and wrapped my fingers into her ebony hair. Pulling it back, I walked her into the room. There was a chair near the window. I walked her over to it. After opening the curtains on the window for all who might look, I sat down.

At first, she looked at the window, then at me, then back at the window. While our room overlooked the bay, there were places where if people looked just right, they would be able to see her. She guessed what was coming next. “STRIP for me!”

Her eyes got big, and then her fingers slowly rose to the buttons on her dress. I watched as more and more of her flesh came into view. It had been 22 years since I had seen her naked. She was older for sure, but I saw no flaws. She was still the most beautiful woman I had ever known.

She could see the lust in my eyes.

As the last piece of clothing dropped, I pointed at the floor in front of me.

She knelt before me and knew her place. She began to unbuckle my pants and slide them down my legs. My cock was pointing firmly at the ceiling.

She began to kiss my thighs, skipped my cock, and then went up my torso. Her fingers revealed my flesh as she opened the buttons. As soon as my clothes were free from my body, her mouth dove down on my cock.

I had near forgotten how well she could suck it. I spread my thighs to give her access to my testicles. She had so loved to run her fingers over the scrotum. I could feel my crown grazing the back of her throat, attempting to pass deeper. Tears and saliva were running down her face. This image would forever be ingrained in my mind.

One of my hands grabbed her by the back of the head and firmly lifted her up onto her tiptoes. I then dragged her over to the mattress and threw her across the bed. I then pulled her ankles close and spread them wide. Fear and arousal were evident in her eyes.

Her labia were swollen and very wet. The lips are wide open. My cock was a divining rod pointing directly at the fountain. I unceremoniously grabbed her knees and pushed them toward her heaving chest.

Grabbing her wrists tightly, I brought them above her head and dropped my weight down onto her. I immediately slipped into her needy flesh. Her head fell back, fully exposing her neck. A scream resonated off the walls. Hopefully having a corner room would lessen the chance of neighbors complaining.

My hips began to piston deeply into her. Our pubic mounds colliding with deep violence.

Her body began a wave-like motion. Her hips would rise to meet my hips, and then her back would arch. This would happen again and again. Her eyes started to flutter and her nostrils flared. She was lost in the moment.

As her body neared an orgasm, I quickly withdrew and flipped her over onto her abdomen. As the shock was wearing off, I lifted her hips and shoved my cock back inside of her. I then began to punch my cock into her cervical opening.

With one hand on the back of her head, pushing it into the mattress, the other was jerking her hips violently against my cock. A constant stream of gasps, breaths, and unintelligible words came out of her mouth.

When she reached back to grab a hold of my hip, I slapped her hand away. I then slapped her ass just enough to sting and rouse a red color on each cheek.

This was enough for her body to begin an uncontrollable quake. Her orgasm was fully consuming her, and the internal muscles were clamping down on my cock like a vice.

As I was about to release my seed, I pulled out, and with a grip of her hair, I spun her around to face my cock. Rope after rope of seed shot out, bathing her face and breasts with my cum.

Like a wild animal, she lurched forward and swallowed my shaft into the back of her throat, sucking every drop my body could expend.

I fell back, and her body locked onto me like an octopus. Tightly and fully wrapping herself upon me. Then I faintly heard, “Hanggang sa dulo, ikaw pa rin” (Until the very end, it will still be you.)

We would fall asleep until the next morning’s daylight came through our window.

We would order room service for the rest of the day. Otherwise, we would not want to leave the room.

The day’s sex would range from gentle to dominant and back again. Our bodies were almost always connected in some fashion.

At night, I set the chair in front of the window. I had Josie sit on my lap while I held her, looking out onto the bay. After a while, her hand drifted down between her thighs, and the fingertips began to explore my privates. First the testicles and then the shaft, all in hopes of enticing them back. When I was hard, she lifted her hips, and with her hand, she pushed me inside of her. Her hips began to grind back and forth.

I saw a couple in the building just across from us. They were out on their top-floor balcony. The building was just high enough that they could see up into our room, but the building did not block our view of the bay. I pointed out the couple to Joise. At first, she tried to pull away and hide, but I held her against me.

I whispered up into her ear, “They can see how nasty you are. Fucking a hard cock in front of the window and letting them watch you. Open your legs! Let them see your tight, little pussy wrapped around my cock.”

I felt a deep shudder through her body. She had at first turned away from them but was now looking directly at them.

The man stepped behind his partner and grabbed a hold of her top. He opened it to display her breasts. They were large and pendulous. Soon her jeans fell down at her ankles, and the man stepped forward. You could see her being pushed against the railing again and again. The man must have dropped his pants and was now pushing his shaft inside of his partner.

Realizing what she was seeing and feeling, Josie’s pace quickened. Her hips rapidly grind up and down my shaft.

Her head fell back, and she began begging me to fill her with my cum. I soon gave in to her and flooded her womb.

As I began to recover, Josie jumped off of my lap. She ran to the window, turned around, and bent over. Her fingers then began pulling my seed out with her fingers for the other couple to see.

The other woman straightened up rigidly, as did the man, in an apparent orgasm, themselves.

Josie then fell at my feet and laid her head down on my thigh. My spent member next to her face. She looked up at me with a clear and content look.

After getting some nourishment, we crawled onto the bed and held each other. Tomorrow would be coming too soon. We drifted off to sleep, exhausted physically and emotionally.

I would wake up in the middle of the night to find myself alone. Josie was sitting in the chair looking out the window at the bay and ships passing in the night. I could see her shoulder moving.

I slid out of the bed and could see that she was silently crying. When she realized I had awakened, she immediately jumped into my arms.

After about a minute or two, she stepped back and pointed to the couch. We both sat, and then she took a deep breath. “Just listen… You know I have always loved you. I know our lives had different destinies, but my heart was always held by you. I also love my husband, but he never could take that part of my heart you held. He knew it too. Not that it was you but that he could never give me what I deeply needed. You obviously could not give another woman your heart either. That’s why you have always remained single. In the morning, my heart is going to be ripped apart once again. I so want to find you, but know and dread what will be inevitable. My having to part ways with you once again.”

Without my responding, she dropped her head down into my lap and slowly sobbed. I just lovingly stroked her hair until we both fell off to sleep.

Our morning was rushed as we both had early flights and had a hard time getting transportation to the airport.

At the airport, we just had enough time to hold each other for a moment and give each other a departing kiss. Emotionally, we did not have the time to close up the open emotions during our parting. I watched as I saw her running down the concourse, taking my heart with her.

Three years later, I get a call from my friend Bri. She tells me that I need to come to Los Angeles right away. She won’t tell me why, but her tone tells me it’s important.

She meets me at the airport, and we get into her car. I notice that we are not going to her home but are heading westward to the coast.

She pulls the car up to a coastal pull-out and asks me to join her. The sun is about to set.

We sit down on a bench overlooking the coast.

She says, “I have some hard news. Josie developed an illness about a year ago. It was aggressive, and she was placed into a hospice three weeks ago. You probably didn’t know her husband died the year before that, so I was the only real family she had here.

"The last few weeks were hard for Josie. She would be lucid one moment and then be years in the past the next. Mike, she passed away two days ago, but I need to tell you something. It’s a promise I made to Josie.

"Mike, she told me everything about your relationship, love, and, yes, even the sex. She wanted me to tell you that she always loved you and will love you into eternity. That you were “her beloved"!"