It was already grey and overcast when we reluctantly left the air-conditioned Kuala Lumpur Monorail at the China Town stop. In Malaysia, outside in ninety-degree heat and ninety percent humidity is no place to be.
But we were outside and getting hotter by the second as we ran down the steps from the elevated station to the busy street below. It felt more humid, if that was possible, and suddenly lightning flared over the city center.
As an ex-London banker who had made enough cash to last the rest of my life and get out of the rat race before I went mad, Malaysia was a great place to come to live. Low cost of living, nice people, and zero crime. Plus, I had been lucky enough to meet Julie here one night.
Julie was her stage name; she was a cabaret artist from the Philippines working a long tour in the KL hotels. No one, if not from Manila or points nearby, could pronounce her real name in the Tagalog Filipino language.
Thunder crashed around us as we ran hand-in-hand to our China Town apartment. Once again I marveled at her slim beauty and tiny hand in my big European paw. We got to the front door and I fished in my pocket for the key. No dice, I vaguely remembered seeing it on the kitchen table before we came out.
"Got your key, honey?" My voice was all but drowned out by another thunderclap, right overhead it seemed.
She shook her head. "I thought you had it."
Then the tidal wave of rain hit us. Something else to get used to: in the tropics a monsoon is another word for half of the ocean dumping on you all at once.
She giggled as we clung together on the doorstep, soaked through in an instant but revived after the oppressive heat. And, by revived, I mean all over. I'd been feeling randy on the Monorail coming home, thinking of what Julie and I might do when we got back. From the way she had been squeezing my hand, I guessed she had been having similar thoughts. Now, rain and no key not withstanding, I couldn't wait.
Putting my arm around Julie's shoulders, I hustled her round the corner where there was a glass-roofed extension over the side alley. Julie squealed as I almost literally swept her off her feet and under cover.
"Mm, baby," she laughed, "what's my big boy got in mind?"
"We've got a saying in English: ‘Actions speak louder than words.’ Look out for some hot action now!" And I pressed my lips against hers and held her light, lithe body against me, my other hand mussing her dark hair made even more lustrous by its being soaked.
And still the rain pounded the glass roof.
Her tongue flicked inquisitively into my mouth and wrapped itself around mine. One hand held me close and the other slid down to my zip. She gripped me inside my shorts, feeling just how keen I was on her.
"Hey, my banker-man likes me, I think," she managed to whisper, taking her mouth from mine.
I could only grunt. At this rate, I wouldn't last more than a few more seconds.
Pulling back, I stared at her in awe. She was always beautiful, but now, with her brown nipples clearly visible through her virtually transparent blouse and her skirt pulled up her thighs, she was a wet dream – in every sense.
There was an old couch in the alleyway under the glass roof, so it was dry even if we weren't. I pushed my sexy Julie down on the cushions and knew that this was no time for long, lingering lovemaking.
The flush that extended up her neck to her cheeks made her extra desirable. I wondered if that same sign of arousal extended down to her breasts, and there was only one way to find out. I pulled hard on Julie's blouse and it ripped open, buttons flying everywhere, and her sweet rosebuds, which needed no bra, popped into view. She gasped. My lips were down and on her nipples, first one and then the other. With one hand, I pulled her skirt up to her waist and she wriggled some to help me. Her mouth was at my ear and I could hear her saying "Yes, oh yes, baby, do it, that's right" as her hands sought me again and, loosening my belt, slid my cargo pants and shorts down and grasped my balls, giving them a good, hard squeeze.
Just as I felt I was going to pop, she squeezed firmly around the tip of my cock. This sudden pressure helped me to back off momentarily with relief. Julie had nice variety of exotic moves in her sexual repertoire that were perhaps common knowledge where she came from.
By now I had her very wet panties in my reach and a quick tug was all it took to bring them down her smooth thighs. She wriggled again and they slid down her bare, sexy legs and were gone.
Her snatch was as wet inside as we both were outside, and hot, too. I couldn't wait any longer and thrust into her as she raised her hips to meet me. We bucked and rolled and I rode her like never before. She moaned and held me, her hands on my back locking me to her. As I climaxed she screamed, and was answered by a huge peal of thunder right overhead.
And then it was over. We lay there together in a way I’ve never experienced before, and I suddenly realized something was missing. It was quiet; the rain had stopped. And people would be out on the streets again very soon.
Originally published October 2008