My stories are based on my personal experiences. They are NOT fiction or fantasy. Each story is as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory (even many years later).
Nobody in this story was underage.
Hi. I’m Pete. I was on my seventh trip into Laos when I met Carly walking along a street in Angeles City. One of the routines the Air Force had pushed for the members of my unit was an extended stay at Clark Air Force Base, both on the way to Laos and on the way back to the US. This was due to the harsh conditions that we endured in Laos and the weight loss during these missions. By now, I was used to the routine.
I had flown into Clark on a C-141 a few hours earlier, had checked into the hotel where I had been assigned, and I was hungry. On my way to dinner at a restaurant I liked, I spotted a small but beautiful Filipina carrying a small suitcase.
I stopped and asked her if she needed help. You never know where a small act of kindness will lead. She almost started crying. She said she had come to Angeles City for a job as a domestic helper, but when she got to the address she had been given, it was a bar. She didn’t know what to do because she didn’t have enough money to get back home or even eat.
I introduced myself, “I’m Pete. May I ask your name?”
She replied, “My name is Carly.”
“Carly, if you will allow me to take you to dinner, maybe we can figure something out for the rest of your problems,” I said.
“I have no money to pay you,” she replied.
“That’s OK, I said. “Maybe we can work it out so there isn’t any money required.”
I took her bag, and we walked to the restaurant. I asked for a table in the back where we could talk and set her bag against a wall by the table. This restaurant mostly served soups and sandwiches. I asked her if it would be OK if I just ordered for both of us.
She replied, “That would be fine. I am hungry, but I don’t want to burden you.”
I made a mental note and ordered extra food when the waitress came to the table. “Where are you from, Carly?”
Carly basically told me her life story. I had heard this tale before. It is amazing how poor most people are in the Philippines, but they still keep having more kids. Her parents were poor farmers in the mountains of Cebu. They had twelve kids, but three of them died when they were young, so Carly now had eight siblings at home.
Carly was the oldest daughter in her family, so after she graduated from high school, her parents sent her to find a job and help the family. It has always been customary for Filipinas to help their parents and siblings like that. When she heard about a domestic helper job that was available, she took the money she had stashed over the years and set off for Angeles City.
That was how she ended up coming to Angeles City. She had just enough money for ferry and bus fare to get there, but nothing left for food, so she had barely eaten in three days. I called the waitress back and ordered more food. I wasn’t sure where this tiny girl was going to put it all, but I doubted the food would go to waste.
We talked about possibilities for her finding other work in AC, but she said she had no place to stay. I told her not to worry her pretty head about that. Carly looked at me funny, and asked, “Do you really think I am pretty?”
“No doubt,” I replied. “You are beautiful.”
She blushed and said, “Thank you.”
The food and drinks came, and Carly really was that hungry. I said, “A pretty girl like you should never have to go hungry and should always have a bed to sleep in.” After she consumed the dessert, I paid the bill and we walked back to the hotel where I was staying with me carrying her suitcase.
Carly was obviously very nervous, so I stopped at a small store and bought orange juice and then at the hotel bar for some ice. Then, we went up to my room. She thought the room was huge. “This is almost as big as our house and much nicer. You even have your own CR (comfort room)”
I had her sit on the bed while I went into the bathroom (CR) to make drinks (orange juice, Everclear and ice in hers and just OJ and ice in mine). Everclear had very little taste, so the orange juice hid it well. I gave Carly her drink, and she immediately guzzled it. “Wow,” I commented, but took her glass back to the bathroom to refill it.
We continued to talk as I continued to refill her glass whenever she emptied it. I told her that she could stay with me for several days while she looked for work if she wanted. She looked around and asked, “Where would I sleep?”
I replied, “Don’t worry. It’s a big bed. You will have plenty of room.” She mulled that over, but she had consumed at least four drinks by that point, so I’m not sure how much logical thought went through her pretty head. Come to think of it, I am never sure how much logic Filipinas ever use. In any event, she never again questioned that she would stay with me.
With all of that liquid, Carly needed to pee, so I showed her the CR. I showed her the toilet, sink and shower, and I got out a new toothbrush for her along with the toothpaste. Then, I left her alone and went back to the bed. When she returned, she started to get on the bed with her clothes on, but I asked if she wouldn’t be more comfortable with less clothes. She said she didn’t have any nightgowns or pajamas.
I said, “It will be fine if you just wear your top and panties to bed. I will turn out the lights, so you can slip out of your pants and bra, if you want.”
“OK,” she replied. I turned off the lights and quickly slipped out of my clothes. She laid down on a towel I had placed over the sheet in case we made a mess later. It turned out that it was a good idea.
I rolled to face her as she lay on her back. I asked, “Carly, have you ever been kissed?”
“No,” she replied.
“Is it OK if I kiss you? I find you to be very beautiful and would love to taste your lips,” I said.
Again, she replied, “OK, but I may not be any good at it.” I leaned down and kissed her on her lips. It was a slow kiss at first to let her get used to the feel and taste. It was obvious from the start that while she had never been kissed before, she liked it.
When she started to moan, I slipped my tongue between her teeth and into her mouth. It startled her at first, but then she let her tongue start to dance with mine, and before long she was really moaning into the kiss. When I broke the kiss, all she said was, “Wow. I liked that. Can we do it some more?”
I replied, “Of course,” and resumed the kiss. This time, I introduced her to my hands roaming around her body as we kissed. After all, it was somewhat dark, so I had to use the Braille method. At first, her hands were there to fend me off in case my hands went anywhere too personal, but early on, I steered clear of her breasts and pussy. Instead, I focused on her sides, her neck and her legs.
Once she was more relaxed, I started expanding my territory slowly. I let my lips drift from her mouth to her earlobes and neck. I could feel her responding to my kisses. Her hands were now gripping the pillow at either side of her head. She suddenly moaned, “I can’t have sex unless we get married.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything that you tell me you don’t want to do,” I replied. That satisfied her, and I knew that at some point Carly would give in to her new desires and let me enter her. She relaxed a little and gave me more freedom to explore her body.
“I have never felt anything like this before. It feels so good that it must be a sin,” she said. I hadn’t even pulled her shirt or panties off at that point. What would she think when I started becoming more intimate with her? I suspected that Carly would totally lose control.
I continued to alternate between kissing her lips, her earlobes and her neck until my hands had made it to her chest and were massaging her breasts and rolling her nipples between fingers and thumbs. Then, after a while, I pulled her shirt up over her shoulders and head and then completely off her body. I think the first time Carly really noticed that her shirt was gone was when I sucked her right nipple into my mouth.
“Oh my God,” she cried out. “That feels so good.” I started earnestly suckling her nipples, taking turns between them and occasionally sucking in the tender tit flesh around her breasts and probably causing hickeys. She dressed so modestly that I was confident that nobody but I would see them anyway.
Even as I suckled her breasts, my hands weren’t idle. I softly rubbed up and down her vulva over the top of her panties. Again, her hands started fending me off, but when Carly started feeling the pleasure, she once again let me have my way with no interference.
Once Carly’s panties were totally soaked, I slipped a finger under the leg hole and directly onto her vulva. The result was electric, and her hips rose off of the bed as her pussy tried to have more contact rather than less. At first, her hands came up to hold my hand still, but as I softly rubbed her pussy from clit to vaginal entrance and back several times, her hands moved away and her hips rocked up and down in time with my finger movements.
I asked, “Does that feel good?”
“God, yes,” she replied.
“Then take off your panties, so they won’t be in the way,” I said.
Carly paused a moment before reaching down and removing her panties. Once they were clear of her feet, her legs naturally spread a little wider. I worked Carly’s clit with my fingertip until her juices were pouring out of her vaginal entrance. Then, I slid down until my tongue could lick the length of her vulva.
Again, she was shocked and tried to close her legs, but my head was firmly between them. “Please, no,” she pleaded. “It is dirty there.”
I replied, “There is nothing dirty about this. You are as sweet as honey, and I would guess this feels at least as good to you as it does to me.”
“OK,” she said, “But you will stop if I want you to?”
“Yes, of course,” I replied, knowing that she would soon be beyond the point of no return.
My tongue was busy exploring her pussy, and I was alternating my explorations with sucking her clit. Carly was getting very close to her first climax, and she voiced her concern that she would pee. I told her it wasn’t pee that she was feeling and that she should just relax and enjoy the feelings. Amazingly, she actually relaxed, although her reflexes had her legs alternately clamping my head and spreading as far as possible.