Micronesian Story By: BeanBean2 1. Sarah A wave buffeted the side of the boat and Sarah was knocked awake. She didn't know how long she had been asleep, but she estimated that it had followed at least thirty straight hours of consciousness; although with all the time zones she had crossed from London to here it was difficult to calculate. Sarah sat up and looked around. The other passengers were standing up, ready to disembark. She was here at her final destination; the remote and tiny island of Ifala, Micronesia. Armed with a bachelor's degree in education, she had signed her services to Oceanaid; an international aid group with a mission to improve the lives of disadvantaged communities around the world. She felt excitement for the adventure she was beginning and pride for the assistance she would provide to the local people, but most of all she felt fear for all the unknowns that would greet her once she set foot on this exotic land. Sarah heaved her pack onto her shoulders and followed the brown-skinned Ifalans out. Andy was ahead of her. He had introduced himself to her when they boarded. He was an eighteen year old Australian, also with Oceanaid. That was all Sarah knew of him. Upon meeting him she apologised for her rudeness, but she desperately needed to get some shut-eye before she passed out whilst standing. Andy stood out from the crowd. Back home he would blend in but here he was six inches taller than his nearest rival, the only white-skinned man in sight, and dressed conspicuously like a westerner. The locals didn't wear socks or hiking boots or shorts or shirts. If they chose to wear footwear at all it was either flip-flops or sandals. Around their waists the men and women wore lavalavas; brightly coloured textiles fashioned into skirts and loincloths. The shirts were often substituted for nothing at all. That went for the women as well. Although most of the Micronesians Sarah passed by at the airport preferred western fashion, particularly the younger citizens, the farther out she travelled the more the locals embraced the dress sense of their ancestors. She was initially embarrassed by the sight of women strolling though streets and shops with their swaying breasts bare, but quickly came around to admiring the equality women had with the men in this regard and thought her own culture to be backward. Sarah took a deep breath of the damp, salty air and was now fully awake. She stepped onto the pier and took in the sights of what would be her new home. The bright colours of the blue sky and the green jungle seemed too vivid to be real. Colourfully dressed locals carried cargo from the ferry and welcomed the arrivals. Sarah saw that amongst those waiting to board the ferry for the return trip was a blonde-haired Caucasian. Young, muscular, tanned and handsome. He's now the top-ranked hottie of my trip so far. "You must be my replacement," he said to her. "Hi, I'm Michael." "Nice to meet you, I'm Sarah." That's disappointing. This prime specimen is leaving even before I've arrived. "Yeah look at me, this is what six months in the sun will do to your skin." Sarah had been caught staring at his body, and the embarrassment dumbfounded her. "Yes," she responded, too flustered to put a sentence together. "Are you ready for your adventure?" "Not really. What do I have in stall for me?" "Half a year of frustration, confusion and boredom." He smirked as he said it. "Should I run away now?" "No, I'm exaggerating. The locals are just a little... set in their ways. They'll be glad to meet you and show you their culture, but most of them aren't really interested in your help. It's also very quiet, everything you used to do for fun back home isn't here. But the experience is only what you make it." "I'm supposed to be a teacher." "They might have other ideas. You might be allowed into the school, you might not. They already have plenty of local teachers here and they won't want their jobs stolen from them by an outsider. My advice is, take a holiday for the first couple of weeks and don't worry about work. Do whatever the locals invite you to do. Get to know them and earn their trust, then you will be able to figure out how to best be of help." "Thanks." Sarah wondered where Andy had gotten to. She looked around and saw him chatting with a large local man. He might be their contact. She wanted to squeeze Michael for as much information as she could get before he disappeared. "Did you serve your stint here alone?" she asked. "Not initially. Oceanaid always has us working in pairs. My workmate.. she didn't make it." "How so? What happened?" "She decided to leave." "That's a relief. The way you said it, I thought she may have been taken by a shark." "There were sharks circling her all right, but of a different kind. She made the mistake of revealing she was single. From that moment she had more than a dozen suitors courting her night and day, even sneaking into her room in the middle of the night. It wouldn't have been a problem if she found just one of the appealing, the others would have left her alone if they saw she had a boyfriend. Are you married." "No." "Wrong answer. You better start inventing a husband, or you'll get the same treatment." "I'd rather not lie." She also fancied having an ethnic boyfriend, and it sounded like she would have her pick of the local boys. "Is there anything else I should be warned about?" "Probably," he looked her up and down as he said this. "But you'll find out for yourself soon enough. I should get on the boat now. Good luck." "Bye." 2. Andy Andy disembarked from the ferry and was instantly lost among strangers. He had been told that someone would be there to meet him, but had no further details. He slowly walked down the pier, making eye-contact with everyone in the hope that one of them would rescue him. They all smiled at him, some even said hello, but no one seemed to be there for him. I don't even know who I'm looking for. What do I do if no-one's here to meet me? He had volunteered himself to take responsibility for a community, but he was straight out of high school and had never even been responsible for taking care of himself. Andy had never felt more like a stranger. This was the furthest he had ever been from home and everything here was foreign to him. The climate was hot and humid, the people spoke to each other in languages that were not English, and they dressed very differently. He could not see another person – male or female – who was wearing a shirt. On the ship he had sat next to a woman of fifty years. Her large sagging tits rested on her substantial belly. Intellectually he knew that he shouldn't find this woman sexually attractive, but his cock hardened at the mere thought of boobs. She practised her English on him, asking for his name, where he was from and where he was going and why. All standard small talk. Then she asked if he was married or had any children. At his age? He didn't know anyone who married younger than twenty-five, and thanks to being sent away to an all-male boarding school, he had never even had a girlfriend. Without conscious effort, his gaze drifted down to the woman's breasts as they talked. She noticed this and gave a raucous laugh. He could feel his face turn red. "Look, look," she said, "Why so embarrassed?" She must have thought him to be a complete fool. "Hello Andy!" A large middle-aged man with outstretched arms and a warm smile stood in front of him on the shore. His enormous gut spilt over the blue cloth wrapped around his waist. He continued in his slow and resonant voice, "I am Hopo. Welcome to Ifala." "Thank you for having me," Andy said. He held out his hand to be shaken, Hopo took it and pulled him in for a hug. Andy tried to hug back as the air was squeezed from his lungs, but his arms couldn't even reach halfway around this barrel of a man. "We are very happy you are here. There is another with you?" "Yes. Sarah should be around somewhere." Andy looked around. A blonde white girl shouldn't be too hard to spot in this crowd. "I see her. She is talking to Michael. He is also with Oceanaid, but he leaves now. Where you come from?" "Australia." "Aah. Kangaroos." Andy smiled and nodded. "It is very cold there?" "It is at this time of the year." "Here it is hot all the time." Hopo continued. "I am the the brother of the Chief. I will tell you everything I know about my home. If you need anything, you ask me. If you have questions about our people, you ask me. We have cooked a big feast to welcome you. " Andy was starting to think everything might be okay. Hopo already felt like a father figure, someone who could take care of him. His broken English was decipherable, which meant that the language barrier with the community would not be a huge problem. Two attractive, young women stood near them, conversing in their native tongue and wearing their native attire. How enjoyable it will be to see such glorious sights every day. Hopo saw the direction Andy's eyes were pointed, and it wasn't to their faces. "This is our way," he said, "and while you live with us, this will be your way too. To cover yourself, it is not honest." "You mean my shirt? Am I being rude by wearing it?" "Yes." "But I get sunburnt very easily." "In time, your skin will turn dark, like mine, then you will not burn. Until then, we have lots of trees. Lots of shade." Andy was soon to meet many people who would control his fate for the foreseeable future, including Ifala's Chief. It was essential that he made a good first impression. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and stuffed it in his pack. At least I wasn't sent to Papua New Guinea, there I may have been asked to wear only a penis gourd with my balls swinging in the breeze. "Your skin is whiter than the sand, and you are so skinny" Hopo said, his laughter sending tremors through his rolls of flesh. Andy was self-conscious about his body, but had no choice but to take the teasing with a nervous smile. Sarah arrived and they made their greetings. Hopo picked up their packs and flung them both over a shoulder as if they weighed nothing at all. No amount of protesting from Andy or Sarah would allow them to carry their own bags. Hopo led them along the main road, which was made of sand and pebbles and appeared to have never seen a motor vehicle. "We will have big dinner tonight," Hopo said, and pointing at Andy, "This skinny one looks hungry." 3. Sarah "You're joking," Sarah said. "There's no way I'm getting my boobs out in public." "Don't get angry with me," said Andy, "I'm just telling you what Hopo said." It might be easy for Andy to strut around without a shirt on, but I'm not in the same boat. They were seated on the floor in Chief Lopo's house. On a mat in front of them plates of food piled up; grilled fish, crab, taro, and all kinds of tropical fruit, and coconuts with lopped tops to drink from. They were told that the people surrounding them were Hopo and Lopo's families, but there were so many of them that Sarah supposed some of them must have only been friends and neighbours. She and Andy were seated with the elder family members, and had not yet been given the opportunity to talk to those of her own age. "Everything is so delicious," Sarah said. Her remark was mostly made out of politeness. The banquet was fresh but rather bland, lacking any kind of herbs or spices. She couldn't spot a single dish that contained more than two ingredients, although she did appreciate the effort that went into preparing them. A woman spoke. "Andy, Do you like the fish?" Sarah tried to remember her name but couldn't, she had been introduced to too many people in too short a time. She believed the woman was Lopo's wife. "Yes, Ofa, it's very nice, thank you," Andy replied. "The men will take you fishing some time. Do you know how to fish with a spear?" "No. I live on a farm a long way from the ocean." Ofa's smile turned from courteous to genuinely pleased. "You are a farmer? We will take you to our farms here. You can show us how to grow our food better." "I don't know how to grow any of these foods," Andy gestured to the banquet before them, "My family grows barley." "Then you can teach us to grow barley and we can make beer." Sarah could tell that Ofa was joking about the barley, but Andy had a concerned look as if she may have been serious. Whilst Ofa relayed the conversation to the non-English speaking audience, Sarah spoke quietly into Andy's ear. "They're very taken with you. You already seem to have been accepted as one of their own. They've barely spoken to me." "I hadn't noticed," Andy said. "Maybe their society is a bit patriarchal. I don't think they would ignore you on purpose." Sarah considered the reasons why their hosts may have been so enamoured with Andy. He had not only lost his shirt and boots, as per local customs, but had also wrapped a lavalava around his shorts and so appeared to dress just as the locals do. Perhaps his dress-up game has earned him a bit of attention. An announcement was made in the native tongue and many of the diners sat up and exited the room. Sarah asked, "What's happening?" Ofa replied. "They will dance for you now. They are putting on their costumes." A space was cleared in the middle of the room and a procession of dancers entered. The young men and women carried a three foot long stick that they pretended to be a paddle of a canoe and stroked their way to their starting positions. They wore grass skirts and several necklaces of flowers around their necks, with nothing else concealing their torsos. Sea shells tied around their ankles rattled with each step they took. They sung as song in two-part harmony as they danced and clashed their sticks together in an intricate pattern. Sarah was impressed. Their performance is so professional. I would definitely pay money to see this. Some of the the younger women were undoubtedly pretty. Sarah noticed that one of them took every moment she could to lock eyes with Andy and smile. She also noticed that Andy always smiled back, and he didn't have eyes for anyone but her. The first song finished and a second started with a faster tempo. The hips of the dancers jolted with twists and thrusts, flinging the grass of their skirts in all directions. Sarah's attention was drawn to the young men of the group. They were all very muscular and many were handsome. Their sweat left a sheen on their light brown skin that further defined each bulge in their arms and legs. When they fell to a squat and rapidly separated and brought together their knees, Sarah's heart fluttered and and she wished she could be up there dancing with them, grinding her body against theirs. They finished the show with a final yelp and the audience applauded; Sarah and Andy with the most enthusiasm. Chief Lopo then stood up and raised a palm in the air, demanding attention. "Very good dancing. Very good singing," he said to the performers. Then he turned to the foreign guests, "We welcome Andy and Sarah to our land. We will look after them and teach them our ways, and they will teach us their ways as well." The crowd cheered and applauded. "Hopo will now take you to your homes." "You will live in my house, Andy," Hopo said. "You will share a room with my five sons, they will look after you." Andy smiled but his eyes gave away the fact that he was not pleased with the situation. "Sarah, you will live with my Uncles, Tano and Mano." Two elderly men appeared, they didn't have a full set of teeth between them. Tano looked into Sarah's eyes in a way that made her shiver. Mano just stared at her crotch and giggled. "Such a pretty girl" Tano said. He and taken a strand of Sarah's long blonde hair and was thumbing it between his thumb and forefinger. "Are you married?" "Married?" Sarah mind relived the conversation she had earlier with Michael. It was now evident who the dirty old men were. Although she despised lying, her personal safety had to take priority. "Yes, I'm married, aren't I Andy?" She didn't mean to throw that last bit in, but she didn't think of herself as a great liar, so having someone back her up might make her more convincing. She looked at Andy with raised eyebrows. He was hesitant, but got the message. "Oh, yes. She's married. I can definitely confirm that." "You did not tell us that," Hopo said. "Married people should have their own place to live. Come, I will take you to the Honeymoon Suite." That was close. What a relief. Not only had Sarah dodged a bullet, but received a room upgrade as a bonus. After congratulating herself for her accomplishment a thought hit her. Does he think that Andy and I are married... to each other? 4. Andy Andy didn't know whether to be disappointed or grateful. The so-called "Honeymoon Suite" was as simple as a house could possibly be. Simpler if you considered that a house must have walls to be defined as such. Large wooden posts held up a roof thatched with palm leaves, the only thing separating the the inside from the exterior were shutters made from woven palms that hung from the ceiling and swayed with the breeze. There was no furniture, only a mattress that was almost large enough for two in the middle of the room and curtained by a mosquito net. Andy felt that the hut was barely a step above a tent, but then he quite liked camping. He was glad to escape Hopo's hospitality and the prospect of sharing a room with five of his children. The only time he had ever shared a room with another person was at boarding school, and that was unbearable. Hopo said, "The toilet and shower are around the back, but do not drink water from the tap, drink from a bottle. We have fruit for breakfast." A boy following Hopo, perhaps his son, carried a box of supplies into the hut. "You have everything you need here, but if anything is not here, tell me tomorrow. I'll leave you to do what newlyweds do. Bye bye." "Goodnight," said Sarah. Andy just waved goodbye whilst clenching his teeth. When they were alone he spoke to Sarah. "What did you just get us into?" "I'm sorry, this isn't what I wanted. I was told by Michael to say that I was married so those old guys wouldn't pester me. I didn't mean to bring you into it." "We're going to have to keep this act up for another six months now." "I know, I know, I don't like it either. I was so looking forward to a cute Micronesian boyfriend as well, now I can't have one without the entire island calling me an adulterer." Andy thought about his relationship prospects as well. He also may have entertained fantasies about the local girls, but now the young dancer smiling at him would be the closest those would come to realisation. In the dying light of the day Andy and Sarah surveyed their surroundings. The shower consisted of a hose latched to a seven foot post at the rear of the hut; cold water only. It's location seemed to offer privacy from the neighbourhood, being lodged between the hut and the jungle, but it had no screens to give them privacy from each other. They approached the outhouse. "This is a tense moment," Andy told Sarah, "I've seen some very bad toilets in my time." Andy shuddered as he remembered the long drops he had used in rural Australia, stinking and swarming with flies. He carefully opened the door, all too aware that many animals may consider this seldom used structure to be an ideal home. Inside was western style porcelain toilet; weathered but clean and connected with proper plumbing. "That could have been a lot worse, we're very lucky," Andy said. Drops of rain came down from the heavens and so they retired inside. The light shower turned into a heavy downpour. The roof is made of leaves and sticks, but its keeping the water out. The house was wired, but only had a single light bulb and power outlet; no appliances. The box that Hopo left contained bananas, papaya, a pineapple, bottled water, some kitchen utensils and a machete. Micronesian Story "It might take some time for me to get used to all this," said Sarah. "It's basic but it looks like we have everything we need," said Andy. "I've been on camping trips where we have gotten by with a lot less." "I wish I could just take all these challenges in my stride like you do." Dealing with dirt and a lack of facilities is easy. It's people that I have trouble with. "I'm not finding it so easy. I grew up living simply so the poverty here doesn't bother me, but the culture of the people here is putting me way out of my comfort zone." "You seemed to enjoy the culture of those half-naked girls before." Andy, looked to his feet. "Oh don't be embarrassed," continued Sarah, "I'm only joking." "I know," Andy said defensively. He never enjoyed being teased, even if it was in good humour. "My body's still working by London's clocks. I could go to bed right now," said Sarah. "Okay. There's one bed, and two of us. How are we going to do this." "There are a few mats lying around. I can pile them together and sleep on that, you can have the mattress." "Did you bring your own mosquito net?" "No." "Then I don't think that's a good idea. This is malaria country." A mosquito buzzed by Sarah's ear. She swatted it away with a panicked flail of her arms. "Well then, we're going to get to know each other very well. We'll share the bed, head to toe." Andy had no alternative to offer. His friends back home would have been choking in excitement for him, sharing a bed with a beautiful girl, but he liked having his own space. "Now turn around, I'm going to get changed into my sleeping clothes," said Sarah. Andy did so and got changed as well, putting on some clean boxer shorts and a T-shirt. He imagined the naked girl behind him but obediently faced the opposite direction, resisting any temptation to take a peek. "I'm finished now, you can turn around." Andy stopped pretending to rummage through his pack and turned to see Sarah in a white T-shirt and pink tracksuit pants. She was on all fours, tugging at the sheets on the mattress. The neck-hole of her shirt was large, and Andy was in a position to see straight down her top to a generous view of her hanging breasts. Her nipples embossed the thin fabric. They weren't the first boobs he had seen today, but these were treasures that he wasn't supposed to see. Their forbidden nature made them so much more more appealing. When he became aware of the bulge forming in his shorts he crouched down to one knee and turned his body to an angle so Sarah couldn't see. Tread carefully Andy. You will have plenty of opportunities to see those tits, just bide your time and don't get caught. Sarah lay on the mattress, as close to the edge as she could, facing outwards. Andy took some time to admire her round butt projecting in his direction before turning off the light and laying down beside her. Sarah turned several times before falling asleep, each time a part of her body - a leg, some fingers, her butt - brushed a part of Andy a relay of electrical messages ran from the point of contact to his cock. It couldn't get any harder and pulsated with each touch. Andy's dick had barely had a rest all day. All day his eyes were assaulted by fine tits demanding his appraisal. At dinner one of the younger women leant her bare chest into his bare back when placing food in front of him. She had no comprehension of the spell she was casting on him. The same girl danced for him. She was dancing in front of a larger audience, but she danced especially for him. Her lovely, brown nipples slyly peaked from between the necklaces of flowers and her pert breasts jumped to the beat as she stomped. He almost jizzed in he pants watching her. Now a hot blonde lay beside him, her arse reaching out toward his crotch. He brought his hand into his pants and started stroking, bringing his foreskin over his head and back. He built up a rhythm and tried to keep is accelerated breathing silent. "Stop shaking the bed," said Sarah. "I'm trying to get to sleep." Andy stopped all movement and tried to relax, staring to the ceiling that was too dark to see. Blood was rushing through his crotch an such a high pressure and he knew that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep until his cock did. He quietly got out of bed. His shirt was full of sweat and uncomfortably clung to his skin. This must be why shirts aren't very popular in these parts. He peeled it off and dropped it in the middle of the floor. He looked out the doorway into the darkness and listened to the rain as it continued to pour down. It send a cool spray against his body. The outhouse would have been the ideal place to do what he had planned, but it was so far away. He couldn't get there and back without getting drenched and dragging a lot of mud back into bed with him. He looked back inside and sensed no stirring from Sarah. Andy lowered his shorts and and pulled out his cock. He stroked with one hand and used the other to balance himself in the doorway. He thought of the dancing girl, shaking her tits at him as he looked in his eyes. She took off each of the flower necklaces and dropped them on the ground. She pulled Andy closer, pressing her nipples against his bare chest, the brought her fingers to Andy's cheek. As their pairs of puckered lips converged a load of cum shot out from Andy into the darkness outside. He remembered to breath again. He hoped his projectile made enough distance to be washed away by the rain. 5. Sarah Sarah open her eyes to see Andy's foot an inch from her face. It has the same foot that had kicked her several times in the night. Andy was sprawled and sleeping on his back, a large erection pitching a tent in his boxers. My 'husband'. That's the only cock I'm going to see until the new year. She shook her head, thinking of the ridiculous situation she had found herself in. Sarah desperately needed to pee. She got out of bed and looked through the doorway; it was still raining heavily. Her expectation of a tropical island was that it was always warm and sunny. Consequently, she had not thought to pack an umbrella or raincoat, those were London accessories. If it had rained all night, who could say when the sun would come out? There was no option to wait for the weather to change. She put to put on her shoes and make a run for the outhouse. Even when being bombarded by a storm, Ifala's climate was warm. The rain provided refreshing relief from the hot, muggy air. By the time she got to the latrine she was soaked through, and dripping water everywhere. She relieved herself and looked back to the hut. I'm already soaked, I'm not going to get any less wet by running back. She walked out under the weeping clouds and faced the sky. She basked in the rain and took a morning shower provided by Mother Nature. When she re-entered the house, Andy was out of bed and changing clothes. She caught a glimpse of his butt as he pulled his underwear up. Not bad, but I've seen better. "Hey! What happened to our agreement for privacy?" Andy said. "Oh, don't be a prude. Anyway, you knew I had to come back through that door sometime. I bet you planned to moon me." Andy finished dressing with his back to Sarah. He picked up a shirt before dropping it again, remembering that he would have no need for it. "All I'm saying is, how would you react if I walked in on you changing?" Andy was now facing Sarah, gaping at her. Her white shirt had turned transparent from the rain and clung to her curves. Sarah looked down at herself. "Aaargh!" She covered her breasts with her hands and turned her back to Andy. "My point exactly," said Andy. "I'll now give you the respect you failed to give me and let you change in private. I'll carve up the fruit for breakfast now." 6. Andy "Do you think they've forgotten about us?" said Andy. "It wouldn't be a bad thing if they did. It's nice here." said Sarah. They had finished their breakfast and were waiting for the villagers to take them to their first day of work. The sun was drying the puddles away and a warm breeze floated in. Andy enjoyed relaxing in Sarah's company. He often found it difficult to talk to other people, but conversations with Sarah felt easy and natural. Andy was first to spot the two women walking up the path to their hut, he recognised them both as dancers from the night before. The younger of the two was the girl who held him in a horny trance. This time, there were no necklaces of flowers obscuring her pert breasts. "Hello!" Andy called as they approached. His excited voice had a higher pitch than he intended. Sarah noticed his reaction and smirked. "Hello, I am Ele'ele," said Andy's favourite. "Hello, I am Tai," said the other. Andy and Sarah returned their greetings and formally introduced themselves. "Andy, you are a farmer?" said Ele'ele. "Well, my parents are, but... Yes, I am. In a way." "Would you like to help me on the farm today?" "Yes. Yes I would." He shouted "Yes" in his head a thousand times more. "Is Sarah coming with us?" "Sarah will work with Tai." "That sound great," said Sarah, although she had no idea what work she would be doing. Andy picked up his backpack stuffed with everything he thought he could possibly need for the day. "Bye Sara, see you soon." "Goodbye Andy, and make sure you behave." Ele'ele guided Andy along a network of small tracks that criss-crossed the island. She told Andy everything she knew about everything they passed, but mostly about the families of the houses the passed. Who lived there, the names and ages of all the family members, and what animals they kept. The content of the information didn't appeal to Andy, but the way Ele'ele presented it did. Ele'ele was very tactile. She repeatedly held onto Andy's arm and press her body against his – all in a very innocent way. She pointed and flailed her arms when speaking, and when she moved her body, her breasts moved too. She stretched her arms in the air and her boobs stretched with her. She put a palm on her chest to gesture to herself; one boob was squashed by the hand, and the other lifted by her arm. They would then spring back upon release. Andy gave a pleasured gasp with every motion. "We grow many fruit in Ifala," Ele'ele said, "We have the best coconuts in all the Pacific." Andy looked at her brown, round tits and agreed. They arrived at a small garden with patches of leafy plants scattered in between fruit trees. "This is our farm," said Ele'ele. Andy didn't recognise it as such, he had always known farms to have rectangular plots with plants growing in well-formed rows and columns. This was far too disorganised. Andy could identify the tree species by the fruit they carried, even though they were all new to him, but he couldn't determine the plants that had their edible parts underground. "What are those?" said Andy. "That is taro. You don't know taro?" Ele'ele sounded surprised. Every child on the island knew what taro looked like. "I saw it for the first time last night. We don't grow it where I'm from." Andy was put to work, which was mostly hard labour. Ele'ele had him move every heavy object in the garden around from one location to another. He wasn't afraid of hard work, but he always preferred using his brain over his brawn. However, he was completely ignorant of farming practices in tropical climates, so he just had to play the apprentice for now and make himself useful any way he could. Ele'ele was most impressed with Andy's aptitude for picking fruit; with his generous height, no mango was left hanging. "The sun's very strong here," said Andy "I'm going to need to reapply my sunscreen." He rummaged through is bag and found the tube. "That makes your skin whiter?" asked Ele'ele. "Well, the idea is for it to stop my skin turning red, but yes, it will stop the sun turning my skin dark." "I wish my skin was that colour." She was pointing at Andy's chest. This shocked Andy. Ele'ele had beautiful skin; a light shade of brown and almost without blemish. "What's wrong with your skin? All the girls I know would love to have that tone." "Light skin is better. It means you have money and a good job and are not working in the sun all day." I guess we all want what we don't have. Micronesian Story "It is so white," said Tai. Sarah nervously smiled in response, but did not say anything. She didn't want to encourage a conversation about her body. Her breasts were indeed as pale as pale could be; they had never seen the sun before. Tai held up a seashell to Sarah's boob. "Look, same colour," she said. All the women chortled. Just let them get it out of their system. They'll be ignoring me again soon enough. The woman sitting on Sarah's other side held up a pink flower to Sarah's nipple. Sarah didn't know the words she spoke but she understood their meaning; it was a variation of Tai's joke. The audience laughed even harder. Tai reached her fingers to Sarah's boobs. Sarah tried to protect shield them by covering them with her palms, but her breasts were larger and Tai found some skin to stroke. "It look different, but it feels the same," Tai told the other women. The women vocalised an "aah" of understanding. What would they expect them to feel like? It didn't take long for things to return back to normal. Well, almost normal. The women were much more open to Sarah now and made more of an effort to include her in their conversations. Even the poorer English speakers made did their best to speak to her in her own tongue, although Sarah had trouble understanding them. Progress. Not enough progress, but it's a start. "How long have you been married?" Tai asked Sarah. Sarah had forgotten about that charade. "Oh, not long. About a month now." I better brief Andy on this so we can tell the same lie. "When will you have children?" The older women were feeding Tai the questions they wanted answered. "We haven't decided yet. Probably after we leave here and go home." Her home and Andy's home were half a world apart. They hadn't lied about that and Sarah was surprised no one noticed. "You have not had sex yet?" "What? Of course we have." Sarah hated her own dishonesty. She had no choice but to keep adding to the fiction. "If you have sex, you will have children." "I know that." Do these people think I'm an idiot? Of course I know how sex works. "We use contraception." They looked at her with blank faces. That word was not in their vocabulary. "Condoms. The Pill. Birth control." Their expressions did not change. "I have medicine from home that stops me having babies." That was the best she could do. She hoped that she hadn't said anything culturally inappropriate. "You mean lunung juice?" "Not that, but its probably something similar." Hopefully that will end that conversation. Two young men paddled their canoe with the waves and beached. They came up to the hut and showed off the fish they had caught. Sarah supposed that they must be relatives of someone in the hut but she couldn't figure out who. They noticed Sarah, she was obviously the odd one out, and she saw that one of them had a gaze that settled well below her eyes. She had forgotten what she was wearing, or not wearing, and covered herself. She looked down and let her hair cover her face to hide her shame. The leering man then thumped by and elder female's hand and was thoroughly chastised. "Sorry," he said to Sarah, and timidly walked away with his friend. "He didn't mean to be rude," Tai told Sarah. "You are different, so he looks." "Maybe I should only dress like this when its only us women around," said Sarah. "No. This is the proper way. Do not wear that again," Tai pointed at Sarah's shirt, "It is only good to clean your face." The rules had now been set for Sarah. She felt that she had no choice to comply. Why not embrace my womanhood. I have tits. Pretty good ones too. Also, it wouldn't hurt to go home with a uniform tan. 8. Andy After a day of hard work, Andy made it back to his home. Sarah wasn't there. Ele'ele had told him that the the island women were likely to keep Sarah until very late; they apparently did light work over long hours and with a lot of socialising in between. Covered in sweat and dirt, Andy needed a shower. The assembly in the backyard was a hose on a pole with no privacy screens. I can start and finish in about two minutes. I'd have to be pretty unlucky to be disturbed in that short a window. He left his towel and his clothes in the hut by the door, and walked to the shower wearing only his underwear and carrying a bar of soap. He turned on the tap. It was not heated, but was the perfect temperature for the climate. He considered showering in his underwear, but his crotch was where he was sweatiest. If I don't keep that area clean, I'm likely to develop an embarrassing infection. He pealed down his jocks and hung them up on the pole. I could have hung my towel up on the pole. I'll have to remember that for next time. The dirt and sweat washed off of him. He scrubbed the greasy sunscreen residue off with the soap. He relaxed with the waterfall pouring over his head and reflected on his day. Ele'ele's amazing breasts; perfectly shaped and always in motion, but now forbidden. He was now washing his cock. A breeze came though and tingled the hair on his balls. He started stroking, thinking of massaging Ele'ele's tits again. No, that's not right. Ele'ele is spoken for. He had to respect the local culture. He had to respect her. He tried to think of a replacement face. Random features morphed through her face. Her hair became blonde. It was Sarah. "Keep going," she told him, "Get it on my tits. Cover me all over with that white stuff." She then reached her hand down to his cock and started stroking his cock. "Let me help you squeeze out some more lotion." Andy was on the edge, about to cum. "Oh, Andy, now I know you're doing this on purpose. Just admit it, you're an exhibitionist." Andy broke from his fantasy. It was Sarah. The real Sarah. "Oh, geez," said Andy, full of frustration, "No-one's making you look, you know." He hid his erection with both hands and looked over his shoulder. Am I still daydreaming? Sarah was standing akimbo with her tits out, sweat shining off them. "Oh, shit, I forgot about that," she said. Her hands rose cover her chest, but she slowly let them drop again. "All right, we're going to have to have a talk about this, and a few other things as well. I'll meet you inside when you've finished your shower." "Yeah, okay." Andy was not pleased at Sarah barging in on him, but was relieved that she had not noticed was he was doing in the shower. If she did, he would never have heard the end of it. Andy turned off the tap and squeezed the water out of his hair. He walked to the hut with his underwear held in front of him. He reached for the towel and dried himself off before wrapping it around himself. His erection was starting to subside, but he still had to hold the towel to his crotch in a peculiar way to hide it. He stepped inside, saw Sarah's fabulous tits, and his horn raged again. Sarah spoke. "So, first thing, this is how I'm dressing now. I'm taking up the local traditions, just like you did. The women here won't even talk to me if I don't. I hope you don't have a problem with that." "No. No there's no problem." Andy always made an effort to be agreeable. "It just might take me a little time to get used to it." "Well, look at the all you like then. I'll forgive you for staring. You're going to be seeing so much of them they'll turn into part of the scenery. We're both going to have to forego our modesty here. I've walked in on you naked twice today, and it's bound to happen again. I don't want to shower in my swimsuit either." "So you're going to walk around completely naked?" "I'm going to change clothes like I would in my own bedroom and shower as if I were in my own bathroom. I don't expect you to look away, and I don't expect you to gawk." "And you won't be offended if I did the same?" "Not at all." "Okay. Is that all you wanted to talk about?" "Not quite. How is our 'marriage' working out for you? I mean, are the people you are talking to believing it." "Yeah, they're buying it. I think they are all very trusting people. I don't really like lying to them though." "Neither do I, but I think we're in too deep now. We've got to keep with it or they'll hate us forever." "I know." Andy and Sarah then exchanged the stories of their day, although each in a light more flattering to themselves. Andy made no mention of sunscreen incident and Sarah only spoke of her happier moments with the island women. 9. Sarah Their day had ended but the sun would shine for another hour or two. Sarah didn't expect the locals to drop by, young married couples needed their privacy at night. With no television she and Andy talked a lot. She was truly enjoying his company. However, Sarah had spent the entire day sitting on her butt, she wanted to do something active. She said to Andy, "The beach is close by and it's really nice. Do you want to go for a swim?" "I'm not much of a swimmer, but yeah, that sounds great." Now comes the first test of our agreement, changing their clothes in the same room.