The night air was thick with humidity as Siti pulled her car into the nearly deserted rest and recuperation area on the Malaysian highway. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow over the empty parking lot. She had been driving for hours, her eyelids growing heavier with each passing mile, and this seemed like the perfect spot to rest. The R&R was eerily quiet, save for the occasional hum of a passing truck. Siti, a petite Malay woman in her twenties, stepped out of her car, her hijab neatly framing her face, and made her way toward the small convenience store. Her steps were quiet, her demeanor shy, as she always was in public spaces.
Her throat was parched from hours of driving. After performing Maghrib prayers in the surau, she headed to the dining area, clutching her water bottle—a simple, clear plastic one with a blue cap. She set it down on a table before going to wash her hands.
When she returned, a tall man in a dark jacket bumped into her as he hurried past.
"Sorry—" he muttered, barely glancing at her.
The collision sent both their water bottles tumbling to the floor.
"Oh! It's okay," Siti said quickly, bending down to pick them up at the same time as the man. Their hands brushed briefly as they each grabbed a bottle.
Without a second thought, Siti took the one closest to her—a nearly identical clear plastic bottle, but with a slightly dented cap. The man, distracted by his phone, grabbed the other and walked off without another word.
Neither of them noticed the switch.
Siti unscrewed the cap and took a long sip. The water tasted a little… off. Maybe it was just the plastic, she thought. Or maybe she was just tired.
She sat down, scrolling through her phone as she waited for the slight dizziness from the long drive to fade.
Within minutes, a strange warmth began to spread through her body. It started in her chest, a tingling sensation that quickly moved downward, settling between her legs. Siti’s breath quickened, her heart pounding in her ears. She had never felt anything like this before—a restless, aching heat that seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. Her cheeks flushed, and she clutched her hijab tighter, as if it could shield her from the unfamiliar sensation.
Panic set in as she realized something was wrong. The store clerk was nowhere to be seen, and the R&R felt even more deserted than before. Siti hurried toward the restrooms, her steps unsteady. The drug in the water—she didn’t know what it was, but it was clear now that it wasn’t meant for her—had ignited a fire within her, a hunger she couldn’t name. As a virgin and a pious Muslim, she had never experienced such raw, overwhelming desire. It was both terrifying and intoxicating.
The women’s restroom was dimly lit, the tiles gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. Siti rushed inside, locking herself in one of the stalls. She leaned against the door, her hands trembling as she tried to make sense of the storm raging within her. The heat between her legs had intensified, a throbbing ache that demanded attention. She bit her lip, her mind racing. What was happening to her? How could she stop it?
Her gaze fell on the cleaner’s closet at the end of the restroom. The door was slightly ajar, and she could see a mop and bucket inside. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed a pair of worn sandals just outside. Someone was in there. Siti hesitated, her shy nature warring with the desperate need to alleviate the pressure building inside her. But the drug had clouded her judgment, pushing her toward actions she would never have considered otherwise.
“Hello?” she called softly, her voice barely a whisper.
The door creaked open, revealing an old Indonesian man, his weathered face creased with surprise. He was in his sixties, his dark skin marked by years of labor. He wore a simple uniform, his gray hair cropped short. Siti’s cheeks burned with shame, but the ache between her legs overpowered her inhibitions.
“Tolong… please,” she murmured, her Malay accent soft. “I need help.”
The man’s eyes widened as he took in her appearance—her hijab, her modest attire, her obvious distress. He stepped out of the closet, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he nodded slowly.
“Come,” he said in heavily accented Malay, gesturing toward the closet. “Inside.”
Siti followed, her heart pounding. The closet was cramped, the air thick with the scent of cleaning supplies. The man closed the door behind them, plunging them into near darkness. The confined space amplified her senses, the heat of his body pressing against hers. She could feel his breath on her neck, warm and heavy.
“What… what is happening to me?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
The man didn’t answer. Instead, he reached out, his rough hands brushing against her hijab. Siti flinched, but he paused, his fingers hovering over the fabric.
“Keep it on,” he murmured, his voice gruff. “I like it. You look… beautiful.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine. Siti had never been touched like this, never been looked at with such raw desire. The drug had stripped away her inhibitions, leaving her vulnerable and aching for release. She nodded mutely, her hands trembling as she began to unbutton her blouse.
The man watched, his eyes dark with hunger, as she slowly revealed her modest undershirt. His gaze lingered on her small breasts, the curve of her waist. Siti’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t stop. The ache between her legs was unbearable, a relentless demand that overpowered her shame.
He stepped closer, his hands moving to her skirt. Siti held her breath as he slid the zipper down, the fabric pooling at her feet. She stood before him in her undershirt and hijab, her legs bare, her heart pounding. The man’s eyes flickered to her hijab again, and she realized he meant for her to keep it on—a strange request, but one she didn’t question.
His hands moved to her undershirt, slowly pulling it over her head. Siti’s breasts were small, her nipples tight with arousal. The man’s gaze devoured her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He reached out, his fingers brushing her nipple, and Siti gasped, her head falling back. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that shot straight to her core.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “So pure.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Siti had never felt desired like this, never been touched with such reverence. The drug had stripped away her inhibitions, leaving her open and aching for more. She reached out, her hands trembling as she unbuckled his belt.
The man stepped back, his pants sliding down his legs. Siti’s eyes widened as she took in his erection, thick and veined, jutting out from a nest of gray hair. She had never seen a man like this, never imagined she would be the one to touch him. But the ache between her legs was relentless, a hunger that demanded satisfaction.
She dropped to her knees, her hijab slipping slightly as she leaned forward. The man groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she took him in her mouth. Siti had never done this before, but the drug guided her, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she sucked him deep. The taste was salty, musky, but she didn’t pull away. The pleasure was overwhelming, a surge of heat that spread through her body with each stroke of her tongue.
The man moaned, his hips thrusting gently into her mouth. “Ah, Siti… you’re so good. So tight.”
His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. She had never been called tight, never been desired like this. The drug had transformed her, turning her into someone bold, someone hungry. She sucked him harder, her hands gripping his thighs as she took him as deep as she could.
The man pulled her to her feet, his hands moving to her hips. Siti’s breath quickened as he positioned her against the wall, his erection pressing against her thigh. She reached down, her fingers trembling as she guided him to her entrance. The ache between her legs was unbearable, a throbbing need that demanded release.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “You’re so young, so pure.”
Siti nodded, her eyes closing as she braced herself. “Please… I need it.”
The man didn’t hesitate. He thrust into her, his cock sliding past her hymen with a sharp pain that quickly gave way to pleasure. Siti gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to the fullness of him. She had never felt anything like this—the stretch, the heat, the overwhelming sensation of being filled.
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder. Siti moaned, her head falling back as pleasure washed over her. The drug had heightened her senses, every touch, every sound, every sensation amplified. She could feel him deep inside her, his cock throbbing with each thrust, his balls slapping against her clit.
“Ah, Siti… you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect.”
His words sent her over the edge. Siti cried out, her body shaking as her first orgasm ripped through her. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced—a wave of pleasure that seemed to consume her entirely. The man thrust harder, his grip tightening on her hips as he chased his own release.
“I’m close,” he panted, his voice strained. “I’m going to fill you up, Siti. Give you my seed.”
Siti didn’t respond. The drug had clouded her judgment, her only focus the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. She moaned, her legs trembling as she clung to him, her hijab slipping slightly as she arched her back.
The man groaned, his thrusts becoming frantic. “Ah, Siti… I’m cumming. I’m cumming inside you.”
His cock twitched, his seed spilling into her in hot, thick bursts. Siti cried out, her second orgasm crashing over her as she felt him fill her. The sensation was indescribable—a mix of pleasure and fullness that left her breathless.
The man collapsed against her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Siti’s legs trembled, her body still shaking from the intensity of her orgasms. She could feel his cum leaking from her, warm and sticky, a reminder of what had just transpired.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead. “So perfect.”
Siti didn’t respond. More. She wants more.
The old man, seeing her need, didn't hesitate. They switched positions and Siti was now riding the stranger she just met like her life depends on it. Instinct took over and the second round of the act starts.
Time passes slowly as the two strangers dance inside the small cramped area. Yet despite the size, Siti was bent, stretched, stood and lie in multiple positions. She lost how many time she felt the explosion that rocks her body and mind.
The old Indonesian cleaner too was not far behind. With vast experience in life, he easily guide the no-longer-virgin Siti in their act. He has always been strong and high stamina, a gift from his traditional diet. Plus, his seed has been accumulating since it has been a while he was with someone.
So to not let go of this opportunity, he released all of his pent up sexual desire and shot all of his seed inside of her. The only not pooling inside her womb was the one that was scooped up by his member during the act of penetration.
But all good thing must come to an end. The drug had begun to wear off, the haze of pleasure giving way to a flood of emotions. Shame, confusion, and a strange sense of loss washed over her. She pushed him away gently, her hands trembling as she reached for her clothes.
The man watched her, his expression unreadable. “You’re special, Siti. Don’t forget that.”
She nodded mutely, her hijab slipping back into place as she dressed. The closet felt suffocating now, the air thick with the scent of sex and cleaning supplies. Siti stepped out, her legs unsteady as she made her way toward the restroom door.
The R&R was still quiet, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Siti paused, her hand on the door, as she tried to process what had just happened. The drug, the cleaner, the overwhelming pleasure—it all felt like a dream. But the warmth between her legs, the sticky residue on her thighs, was a stark reminder that it had been real.
She took a deep breath, her hijab neatly in place, and stepped out into the night. The air was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered within her. Siti walked toward her car, her steps unsteady, her mind racing. What had she done? What would happen next?
The questions swirled in her mind, but she pushed them aside. For now, she needed to rest, to process the storm of emotions raging within her. She opened her car door, the familiar scent of the interior a welcome comfort. As she settled into the driver’s seat, her hand brushed against her stomach, a strange sensation washing over her.
The night was far from over, and Siti knew her life would never be the same. But as she started the engine and pulled back onto the highway, the silence of the night enveloped her, leaving her to wonder what the future held. Unknowing to her, the seed inside her began to show results and slowly, a ball of life began to start its own journey.
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