We went up to the room, and Carly said that she wanted to celebrate her good fortune. She said, “I never would have had any of this if you hadn’t stopped to help me, so I owe everything to you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I helped you because you looked like you needed help and not because I wanted to create a debt. Besides, you have already repaid any debt there might have been when you gave me the most precious thing you possessed, and you have also given me your love. I am honored.”
“What precious thing have I given you?” she asked.
“You gave me your virginity, and you could only give that to one man in your life,” I replied. “That makes it very precious.”
“Oh, that,” she said. “I hadn’t intended to give that to you, but what you did to me last night felt so good that I got carried away. However, I would give my virginity to you every time we make love, if that would make you happy.”
“So, how do you want to celebrate?” I asked.
Carly replied in typical Carly style by starting to undress and saying we could start our celebration in the shower. As soon as she slipped her panties off on her way to the bathroom, she turned and asked, “Are you coming, or do I have to celebrate alone?”
I was out of my clothes in a flash and following her to the shower. There, I was greeted with warm water (Carly had learned how to control the water temperature) and a wet kiss and arms wrapped around me. I reached around her legs and lifted her, so she could wrap her legs around my waist, and pinned her against the shower wall.
She reached down between us and guided my cock to its new home in her pussy. I slid easily into her depths, all while kissing her and playing with her breasts. This is what paradise feels like. We set up a rhythm, and my cock was steadily thrusting and withdrawing, faster, harder and deeper with every stroke.
“Was this how you wanted to celebrate?” I asked.
“Yes, this was exactly what I had in mind,” she replied. Then she bit my shoulder softly as she started to orgasm on my cock. The muscles in her vagina rhythmically milking my cock was more than I could take, and I was once again filling her womb with active little sperm.
Eventually, I could no longer support her, and we actually got to the washing part of the shower. We dried each other and retired to the bed for a nap before dinner. When I awoke, Carly was laying next to me studying my face and body. “Wake up, sleepy head,” she said. “Do you want dinner or more celebration.”
I smiled at this beauty beside me and kissed her. “I guess that answers that,” she said as she lifted her leg to straddle my waist. With a quick adjustment, she had my cock sliding smoothly into her pussy. “Is this OK?” she asked.
I sighed as my cock slipped into her depths, “It is more than OK. It is paradise.” With that, I jerked my hips up hard, slamming my cock into its rightful place against her cervix. She squealed and started rocking her hips to set up a rhythm.
I showed her how to place her feet flat on the bed on either side of my hips to get the maximum range of movement of her pussy sliding over my cock, and Carly caught on quickly. Soon, she was slamming down against me, alternately burying my cock and almost sliding off it as she rushed us both toward climax.
Carly started cumming first, with her pussy spasming around my plunging cock, but I was not far behind. As soon as I felt my sperm starting to rise, I gripped her hips and held her pussy tightly against my cock. I felt rope after rope of hot sperm being pumped through her cervix and into her womb until I could no longer produce any more. By then, Carly had collapsed on me and was kissing me with passion. “That was the best ever,” she said. I had to agree. I was completely spent (at least for a while).
She got up and headed to the shower. “Let’s get cleaned up and get something to eat,” she said.
I followed her quickly, but I knew there would be no sex in the shower this time. We washed each other, dried and got dressed for dinner. We chose to eat at a café close to the hotel and then returned to the room. She was now tired, and so was I, so we decided to sleep for a while.
The next four days and nights went pretty much the same, except that Carly started work at the restaurant, so she wasn’t off when I returned from the base each afternoon. I had the hotel give me an extra key, so she could let herself in whenever she wanted.
I would nap in the afternoon, and would wake up to a beautiful woman leaning over and kissing me. The afternoon naps were actually good for me because I wasn’t getting much sleep at night. Besides, In Laos, I would usually sleep during the middle of the day, since the best times for spotting movement were usually in the early morning and late afternoon. Night was for changing positions to get better views.
When I received notification that I would be flying out the next day, I told Carly. She was heartbroken. I guess she thought she would have me longer before I left. I made sure that I knew where to find her when I returned to Clark.
We made love throughout that night, and my balls were empty of sperm in the morning, but it was OK. I would lay down and sleep in the back of the Air Force cargo plane taking me to Thailand. It was a tearful goodbye when Carly left for work the next morning. Then, I was off to the main gate and the base air terminal.
When I returned a few weeks later, Carly was nowhere to be found. She was no longer working at the restaurant, and nobody knew where she was. The only clue that I got was from a fellow waitress who said she thought Carly had gone to work in a bar for more money, but she didn’t know which bar. This seemed to be the story of my life, that Filipinas were seldom to be found where you left them. I had learned this lesson with other Filipinas and gave up after a short search.
I think two things caused this sudden disappearance of Filipinas from my life. One cause was that Filipino employees had no rights and could be fired on a whim. When they got fired, they not only had to find a new job, but often had to find someplace else to live, as well.
Another cause is that Filipinas tend to be fickle. They change their minds often at the drop of a hat and are easily convinced that another pasture is greener. They seldom reflect on the consequences of their actions until it is too late to go back.
In any case, Carly was gone.