Bali Special

Bali Special - Putri's View

Author's note: This is a follow up to the original Bali Special story. There was a reader comment that they enjoyed the narration through the eyes of the couple in the story, but that it would have been better to also include the view from Putri as well. I think that's a good idea - to bring her perspective in as a subject rather than an object in the story. So with that in mind, I decided to re-write the story entirely from her perspective. It was fun to write in the first place, so I got to do it all over again. Win-win. You don't have to have read the original story to enjoy this as it stands alone by itself, but if you read both it might double the fun. Up to you.

I like it when the guests go out for the day and reception goes quiet for an hour or two. It gives you the chance to think about life and how to live it. It's also a nice break from the silly problems that guests want to burden you with. Making their stay comfortable and easy is what we are here for, but some of things people worry about just make you want to scream. Do they know how easy they have it, really?

I shouldn't complain too much. I'm lucky to have landed this job. Lucky and connected, I guess. It still comes down to family connections and who you know if you want to get ahead here. If my Mum's cousin didn't live here, and her son wasn't a driver connected to the hotel, I never would have had a chance. The reality was the Hotel Manager was making sure he had control over his total business by pulling the levers on our family connection. If one of us fails it reflects badly on the others and he can make life difficult for everyone. Having said that, he did say he liked my attitude when he interviewed me, so I must be doing something right. Too many other girls come in with the polite zombie approach to customer service, but I like to put in some effort so they remember me. You never know what can come from that in the way of tips and reviews. I've heard in some hotels you need to get a high percentage of positive feedback to keep your job, so I want to be that girl, not the bore that gets shown the door.

I can see myself staying here for a while to build up some savings. It pays well compared to a lot of the other options around. My sister lives with me but she just scrapes by, so I have to support her most of the time. She is less inclined to hang around the tourist centre here in Bali. When we came here she insisted on staying close to where we live so she didn't have to waste time commuting, but she only gets income every now and then when she helps the neighbours out. It isn't regular work so a lot of the time I'm left paying the rent. I don't mind - I see it as her living at my place rather than us sharing it and it gives me more say in how we run the house. I get the main bedroom, she gets the sofa. I go out to work, she cooks our meals. That kind of thing. She is away this week visiting our parents so it's nice having the place to myself for a change, even if it means I'm missing my maid!

My name is Putri, and I'm not Balinese. Our family moved to the island from Manado in the central part of Indonesia. I stand out here a little bit as a result. Paler skin, curlier hair, maybe a little taller, but that's all relative. I'm not exactly a giant. I also like to change my appearance more than the conservative locals by curling and dying my hair. That attracts the attention of the tourists and they are more likely to remember the girl with the chestnut tresses. I'm twenty, slender like all Indonesians, with quite small breasts, but I have a cute little bum and my legs look good in the short uniform skirt I have to wear. We also have to wear a bra under our blouse, which is meaningless for me, but rules are rules and I can put on a padded one to give the impression that I actually have a cleavage. Ha!

So that's my existence at the moment - working behind a counter at the reception of a busy tourist hotel, making other people happy. I guess I'm like what they call a concierge, but I don't get paid for that. I like organising things for people and if they are happy it helps keep the Manager happy, and that's the most important thing here. Outside of work I focus on making jewelry for sale. I've got a little studio set up in my bedroom - or is that a little bedroom set up in my studio? One or the other. That's my passion and I hope I can make a living out of it one day so I can call my own shots.

That would be the end of my story but for something that happened yesterday. Yesterday I got visited by an angel. Well, that's a bit flowery, but that's how it felt. Let me explain. Most of the tourists that come through are pretty ordinary. They may have money because they come from China, Europe, Australia and the USA, but that doesn't make them special. After you've seen a dozen of them you've seen a million, you know what I mean? But yesterday...I was working away minding my own business when I saw her. Yes, her.

Okay, I need to explain before I go on. It's true that I have an interest in other women. I always have, without really knowing what it meant. When I was young I always found boys selfish and arrogant, so I spent all my time hanging out with the girls to avoid them. It was also more fun. Boys only seem to be interested in a narrow range of activities, one of which I really wasn't ready for. And that will be the way it will always be because of one event in particular.

When we first moved to Bali we stayed out in the East of the island in a little place that barely has a name. My Mum's family lived there so it was our launching off spot and Dad was able to work in the port a short drive away. I didn't know anyone, so my sister and I hung out with my cousins and their friends. My cousin had a friend about my age, and she and I got on very well. So well in fact that I made her my first sexual partner shortly after my eighteenth birthday. We kept it a secret of course, and we used to go for bike rides out of town to avoid everyone. We spent time together at the beach or in the rice fields where there were watchtowers we could laze around in. That turned out to be a mistake. We got discovered in a watchtower one day by some of the local young men, who saw it as an opportunity to blackmail us into having sex with them. We did, to avoid the shame of being outed to our families, but it was horrible. They treated it like a joke and were mean to us the whole time. I hated them for it and vowed to avoid men and their cruelty for the rest of my life.

That was when I decided I needed to leave and take care of my own life. I talked my sister into joining me in Kuta, again using my Mum's cousins in the city as a launch pad. I left my girlfriend behind, but not my desire for women, and managed to get the hotel job through my cousin, Wayan, who does driving jobs for the guests.

So that brings us up to date again - but you needed to know that so I can explain what happened yesterday - you know, about the visit from the angel.

She was sitting on one of the couches in the reception area scrolling through her phone. I have never in my life seen anyone so uniquely beautiful, and that's out of the thousands of people who have passed through here over the last year or so. She was obviously Asian, but with a darker, coffee coloured skin that showed off her big, brown almond eyes to perfection. She was tall - I could tell that from her long legs that were exposed invitingly by her split skirt as she sat. She had on a light see-through top that did nothing to conceal a pair of perfect breasts - so round and tight - a nice generous handful. I could feel a tingling between my legs as I admired her in between the distracting customers that came and went. I just wanted to stand there and watch her undisturbed.

After a while her partner whispered something to her and she looked over in my direction. My heart jumped and I pretended to be busy doing something else. Then I looked back and there she was, walking towards me with a determined look. I calmed my erratic heartbeat and launched my welcoming smile the way I do for everyone.

She asked me if I could tell her if she was in the right place for her tour bus. I could have said yes and left it at that, but I decided to be extra helpful and pulled out the tour brochure so we could double check it together. She leaned over the desk as I showed it to her and I took the opportunity to admire her deep cleavage as she leaned on the counter to read. Oh my god! I was messing up my underwear right there on the spot. Flawless skin, such a firm handful. Her curly hair smelled of coconut and her make up was light because she was naturally gorgeous. She was like a movie star or a model or something. She made a comment about how her husband was stupid and we laughed before she thanked me and walked back, taking the time to call me by name after checking my name badge.

I watched her go, checking out her heart shaped bum as it swayed across the room to her waiting man. What a lucky guy! They talked for a while and I pretended to be busy, but I kept glancing her way - I couldn't help it. I couldn't get enough. Suddenly she turned around and looked right at me, then smiled and gave me a little wave. I was too stunned to react so I quickly looked away and was lucky to have a customer approach that I could focus on. I was too scared to even smile back. When I was finished I checked back and they were getting ready for their bus, which had duly arrived as I knew it would.

That might also have been the end of it, but when they came back from their tour in the evening they lingered in reception and had another little chat. Then she came over to the desk and spoke to me. I remember the conversation went something like this. She asked me if I could help her find someone that could take them around some of the less obvious tourist places, basically so they could set their own itinerary for the day and not be rushed. I pretended to ponder it for a while, asking about what sort of things she wanted to do, how long for, all those little details, all the while knowing I just had to call my cousin Wayan, who I have on speed dial for events just like this.

While I was waiting for Wayan to answer I said, "Did you enjoy your tour today?"

She smiled and said, "Yes, it was wonderful. We went snorkelling around the islands. The water is so warm here, and the fish are amazing."

The thought of her snorkelling in a bikini entered my head and my gaze dropped to her chest again. I couldn't help it - her breasts are magnetic. I quickly snapped my eyes back up and smiled as Wayan answered. I gave him the rough summary as she waited, absent mindedly checking her phone and looking at the posters on the walls behind me. I took the chance to slyly look her over a couple more times before asking Wayan to hold.

"I've got a driver who is free tomorrow. He will take you anywhere you want to go and charge RP250,000 for the full day. Is that okay?"

"Really? That's great! Yes, we will be happy with that. What time can he start in the morning?"

I reverted back to Wayan and confirmed the details. "He said 9:00am start. Is that okay? Also can I tell him your name please ma'am?"

"Of course - sorry. My name is Anita and that is my husband Dale over there. A 9:00 start is perfect. Where should we meet him?"

"Just come to reception. He will come and meet you here."

She looked pleased as I wrapped things up with Wayan. She smiled again and said, "Thank you Putri. You've been a big help."

The sound of her voice saying my name sent a surge of excitement through me, but I kept my professional smile in place and said something standard like, "Anything else you need, I'm always here to help," trying to add a hint of a double meaning to see if she would pick it up.

She didn't. She turned and walked back to her husband, who had been hanging in the background watching us chat. They wandered off in the direction of their room looking tired and happy. I sat down behind the desk and crossed my legs so I could squeeze my thighs against my clit, which was tingling and yearning for some attention. I knew what I would dream about in bed later to complete my climax. I was already halfway there. I resisted the temptation to slip into the bathroom and rub myself right then, but it took all my self-control. Oh god she is beautiful. Those eyes and those breasts. Those long legs and that luscious bum. Yum yum yum!

So, with my sister not being home I was able to really let go. I brought myself off three or four times last night, moaning loudly as I pictured Anita unbuttoning my uniform blouse and hitching up my skirt before making love to my nipples and my clit behind the desk in reception, before I led her into the back office and helped her strip so I could do the same to her. Just a simple fantasy but it did the trick. I was exhausted but satisfied by the time I finished.

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So here I am, back behind the desk for another day of being the tourists' little helper, with only one thing to look forward to around 9:00am. It's hard focusing, but the groups milling about keep me busy and it doesn't seem long before Anita appears with her husband in tow. I can feel the now familiar twinge of excitement in my tummy plus an added twinge of guilt after my all night session with her in my dreams.

They both walk over and wait till I'm free. Anita smiles warmly and wishes me good morning.

"Good morning 'Nita. Did you sleep well?"

"Very, thank you. We were exhausted after all the snorkeling yesterday. It was a long day. I haven't introduced you to my husband yet. This is Dale."

I hold out my hand and he gently shakes it. "Good morning Dale. I'm pleased to meet you," I say, giving him my widest welcoming smile. "I hope you have a good day today. Wayan is very nice and helpful, so just take your time and have fun."

Dale nods and gives me an inquisitive smile but quickly steps back to let Anita talk. "We're looking forward to it," she says. "Organized tours are all fine, but I still get stressed meeting at the right time and place as the whole bus load, you know what I mean? We just want to chill today."

"I do. It's funny watching people on holiday having all these stresses, but I do my best to make them feel at home. Anything you want, I'm here for you."

I don't know if I could be any more obvious with my double meanings, but they seem to be slipping by her. Might be the language barrier. I do okay with English, but I don't think I use it well enough yet to make myself fully understood.

She smiles and follows Dale over to the seat where I first noticed her. He stays standing while she sits down to relax. I find myself gazing in her direction again, taking in her beauty, pondering how dark her nipples might be and whether she waxes her pussy. I realise after a while that I'm biting my bottom lip, so I cut it out and shake myself out of my daydream. There are guests to serve and admin to do.

Wayan shows up only five minutes late, which is good for Bali. He greets me and we chat briefly before I wave to Anita and Dale to join us. I do the introductions and leave them to work out their plans for the day. As they are leaving Wayan turns and says thank you quietly. This will be a good pay day for him and it will hopefully earn us good feedback with the Manager. All of that and Anita will want to thank me, and right now, I have to admit it, that's the main thing, because I'm getting a little obsessed.

So obsessed that the rest of the day passes in a blur. The high points are the two texts I sent to Wayan to ask how his day is going, to which I get thumbs up and smiley emojis in reply. Good. I'll make sure to see them when they get back so I can offer my services for anything else they might want. You want a hairdresser? I know just the right lady. Nails done? I know a place. Pussy massage? I'm your girl.

They arrive back in the late afternoon. Wayan walks in ahead of them and tells me about their generosity by paying for the petrol for the day on top of the agreed fee. That will make a difference for his weekly income. It really is just week by week for most here. He tells me in Bahasa so they don't overhear - pride is also a common theme here. He gives my hand a quick squeeze in thanks and turns to Anita and Dale who are waiting behind.

"Thank you my friends," he says as he shakes their hands, "if you need anything else just tell Putri and she will call me." And with that he makes his way happily back to his car, leaving me with Anita and her quiet husband.

"Hi Putri - thank you so much for connecting us with Wayan. He is so lovely and helpful. We had a great day out."

"That's no problem! Glad you had a good time."

"We did. He took us up Mount Agung, then to a nice place for lunch with some of his friends. They had a market there, so we looked at that. They always have such amazing things for sale." She pauses for a second then adds, "Wayan told us you make nice jewelry."

That's a surprise - I wasn't expecting Wayan to tell them about that, but I'm glad he did. She seems interested.

"Oh he did! Yes, I make some. See here?" I lean forward and push my earrings towards her so she can have a closer look. It also gives me a chance to get closer to her.

"They look lovely. Do you sell them?"

"Yes, I sell some. I don't make enough for the market but I sell to friends." I need to lower my voice, so I lean even closer to her so I can speak softly. Our faces are only a few inches apart. "Not supposed to sell to guests, but if you like I can show you some?"

To my great pleasure Anita doesn't pull back and she replies in a low voice. "I don't want to get you in trouble, but yes I'd love to see some."

Her perfume is intoxicating and I have to fight the urge to just lean in and kiss her cheek. This is too good a chance to miss. If I get this right maybe her cheek won't be the only thing I get to kiss. "How 'bout tomorrow, I can bring some to your room? I finish at 7:00 - is that too late?"

She pulls back and gives me a happy smile. "No that's fine. I'll be there then."

"Great. I'll bring some nice pieces for you to try."

"Lovely. I'll look forward to it." Our eyes meet and linger slightly as if searching for something else. When nothing happens she adds, "Thanks again for today. I'll see you tomorrow."

We share a warm goodbye smile and I watch them walk off. Anita seems to have a stern look for her husband as they go. Not sure why, but it looks like he might be in trouble. She's so strong - I like her even more!

The rest of the day passes in as much of a blur as the morning. My stomach is in butterflies and my pussy keeps tingling in anticipation all the way through work and then amongst the passengers crammed into the half hour bemo ride home. As soon as I get in the door I strip out of my uniform and stretch out naked on my bed to give my clit the relief it's demanding. I haven't been this turned on since my days in the rice fields and it's so good to feel alive again. I rub my palm over my nipples to bring them to hard sensitive peaks and sink my fingers deep between my engorged lips to stroke my aching clit. I squirm intensely against the bed and my back arches with each climax as my fingers become more and more drenched with my pussy juices. My legs kick out and I let my head fall back as I cry out to the empty room. Oh my god, I'm so horny I could scream the whole place down! Horny and frustrated and angry that I have to hide all this away from the world, but relieved and excited that I have someone new to focus my desires on.

As I lie there in a sweating heap I have to deal with the other half of my conscience nagging at me that it's all a fantasy. She might not even be into other women and be offended. Even if she is into other women, what about her husband? He isn't going to be happy with me paying attention to his wife. Either of them might complain. I might lose my job. Damn it! Shut up and let me be happy for once!