In Witness Of A Dream (Part 1)
His door was fitted with a tall sheet of textured glass. He could see light outside and make out shapes vaguely. Tuesday afternoon he sat behind his bed and peeped through the holes. None of the girls showed a sign in the big room.
Then someone tapped on his door. He glanced to capture the light fallen on a white shirt and tanned pants of someone waiting at his door. It was a figure of a woman with short hair. Hishan!
She tapped again.
He replaced the longboard in position without making a sound. His brains already narrowed. He drew his shorts and groomed his cock to do exactly what was on his mind.
He opened the door rapidly to stand naked in front of Sophie Nadz. She was taller than him and she didn’t drop her eyes. He quickly closed the door, “Oh!”
“It’s alright,” said Sophie.
“Miss?” he asked behind the door, “What’s up?”
“Can you take me to The Guesthouse?” she was cool and calm.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll put on my clothes.”
Kaola locked the door and pulled on his pink underwear and a pair of faded blue jeans. He grabbed a short-sleeved floral shirt from the wardrobe shelf and hurriedly dressed.
Kaola emerged, “Where did you say?”
“The Guesthouse,” she carried a large shoulder bag and few folders in her hand. She wore a white shirt blouse that revealed a long zipper on her chocolate bell-bottoms…pretty old fashion.
“Which one?” he asked.
“What happened to your face? Are you alright, Kaola?” Bloody bruises marked his face.
“I bumped on this door.”
“It’s the name of the place, The Guesthouse.”
“Where is this place?”
“Behind Hotel Alia,” she said.
He carried her on his mobike heading down the Havana streets of Malé and in minutes reached the lane behind Hotel Alia.
“Stop here,” she pointed to the side lined with shops in a narrow lane next to the block that contained Mafannu Cemetery. She reached a gate painted in teal between red brick columns and shops on both sides. A wooden placard on the wall carved with the letters; The Guesthouse.
The gate led a narrow path under the shop roof to the first turn left under the overhang. A white wall of a structure built on roofing sheets stood to the right. A guard sat on a chair by the nook under the overhang. He wore a maroon shirt.
Next turn opened the sky to a wide long path to the end lined with plants bearing dark green leaves by the side of the white-walled edifice. It was rather a warehouse structure. Kaola had not seen a housing block of this nature and followed Sophie like a dog.
Halfway up the path they reached a section in the building holding a lobby area and two girls behind a large teak counter. Five clocks hung on the wall behind and the letters; The Guesthouse.
“Good Afternoon!” The girl who greeted briefly popped her face over the counter. It was Amila and she wore a dress with bare shoulders.
“Good Afternoon!” Sophie picked her room key and returned to the path. Kaola followed.
They turned right to a sheltered expanse with a restaurant located ahead with empty chairs and tables, all plastic and white. Kaola worked at the resorts and he had seen teak, cane and bamboo but nothing of steel, plastic and aluminium.
They reached a long corridor lying to the length of the block. Lit bright of silver walls lined with guest rooms on both sides. He couldn’t see a door accept the one on the far end.
As they advanced into the corridor those doors painted in teal came to view one after another. Those doors were positioned deep inside the silver walls.
He failed to notice two little things. There were no electric lights on the ceiling or the walls to light up the corridor. There were no room numbers or tags on the doors or the walls.
They reached the door facing the corridor. She unlocked and entered. Kaola followed into a huge bedroom with white furniture and linen, brown shades and grey walls, a wooden floor.
“Do you like this place?” Sophie asked pulling a trolley bag on to the bed.
“Yes miss,” he just uttered.
“My luggage I sent ahead. I have something for you,” she unzipped and pulled out a bottle of Beefeater. “Help yourself!”
“Miss, I don’t…”
“Come on! Kaola, sit down!” She reached him, “Now don’t give me that shit. You said you can throw a bottle of dry gin down your throat. I am coquette.”
“That makes a difference.”
“Of course it does. I called you because I need some help. Stay here with me for one night and do this favour. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” he gave a smile.
“Well, I forgot something. We have to go out to buy some Cadbury chocolates from Melon near ADK.” She picked her purse.
It was three-thirty in the afternoon and the sky turned gloomy with rainclouds. Kaola climbed the main street on his bike heading east. He could hear nothing over the noise of his motor but felt the rain catching up. “It’s going to rain.”
“Faster,” she cried, “faster...”
He gripped the throttle and raced up the main street as fast as he could, leaning over the handlebar. Rain came zipping to the ground overtaking the pair on the mobike. “Damn!”
They reached Melon and gathered inside the shop. She was soaked and her blouse stuck to her body revealing skin. She wore a light blue bra underneath.
She bought chocolates, biscuits and few other items. There were many people inside the shop and they waited in queue. Nizu, the schoolgirl, stood right behind them. Her big eyes rolled on him and he tried to ignore her completely. Sophie’s limpid blouse turned to show her entire back. He felt weight on those bruises on his face disturbingly wet. Sophie paid in cash.
The shower passed. They climbed the mobike and returned to the guesthouse. She entered the room and unbuttoned her blouse. “We are wet through.” She removed her top and bottom.
He could hardly believe the sparkle on her skin. A whitish yellow and not a scratch mark, her boobies in full volume under the blue bras. Her legs looked fresh and lengthy, roundness of her thighs evenly distributed from the knees to the crotch. She wore a white G-string that barely hung on her broad hips leaving round big bums exposed and the gap too wide between her legs.
Kaola poured a gin not to look at this beautiful woman. She was increasingly sexy.
“Aren’t you going to remove your wet clothes?” she asked. “We’ll take a swim before drying.”
Kaola took a large portion. Removed his shirt and dropped his jeans. She reached from behind and dropped an arm over his shoulder touching the back of her thumb firmly on his dick. She picked the glass from her left hand and sipped. Her body pressed on him.
“We take some pictures, have some fun, a good massage and I have plenty of work to do.” Sophie spoke still holding contact. “It’s very complicated so I tell you step by step. What’s your waist size?”
“Twenty-six,” replied Kaola.
“What have you got in your tummy? I’ll get you fresh clothes.” She placed a call to the reception. “Let’s go! Leave your phone and pick your wet clothes.” She picked a pair of sunglasses and a digital camera. Threw a towel over her shoulders and got out through the tall window to a tapered deck with plastic balustrade.
He threw his wet clothes on the handrail and picked the packet of cigarettes. They climbed over the balustrade to a narrow trail that led a back path to the swimming pool compound.