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Apart from the airline thing, any breakfast today? Very hungry leow... ;)

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haha! Not EXACTLY breakfast... how about brunch?
Three pieces of bacon and three pieces of German sausages grilled to perfection and coated with a thin layer of honey for that touch of heavenly sweetness. Accompanied by scrambled eggs fried to golden brown and two slices of hand-made oatmeal bread, top it off with a small serving of salad. ;)

A petite, small-framed chinese girl, wearing a black polo t-shirt, matched with lightly fainted blue denim jeans and red converse sneakers, with a brown apron, walked towards you with the brunch in her right hand. Her black, lustrous long hair tied up in a pony tail, swung and bounced gently side to side as she moved swiftly towards the table you are sitting.

"Here's your Monday Special egg benedict sir..." She twisted her right hand and gently placed the dish in front of you.

"Thank you..." you responded with a delight.

"Enjoy your meal sir..." She flashed a warm and welcoming smile, accompanied by a deep dimple on her left cheek, before she backed off and skipped back into the interior of the restaurant.

Turning your attention back to your brunch, you swiftly rubbed your palms together and picked up your dining utensils.

And you made your first attack...


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Just as I exited from the aircraft, my phone rang…

Assuming that the person was Audrey and without a second thought, my left hand reached into the left front pocket of my blazer, took out my Jawbone Era Bluetooth set, inserted it into my left ear and pressed the answer button, walking briskly towards the descending escalator.

“My dear Audrey, we just parted less than a minute ago and you’re already so eager to see me?” I spoke mischievously, flashing a big smile across my face.

“Good Morning Mr. Jonathan.” An unfamiliar female voice came from the other side of the line.

I froze at the foot of the descending escalator and the smile immediately disappeared from my face. A middle aged lady who was walking just behind me was caught off guard by me stopping in my track suddenly and almost bumped into me, head first. She shuffled to my right side, dragging her seemingly over-sized carry-on luggage and grumbled in a foreign language which I was unable to make any sense of. I bowed my head down several times to her as a gesture of apology.

But… that wasn’t the point.

“My Name is Maria Suggiato. My General Manager, Mr. Bruno Robinson, appointed me to escort you from the airport.” her English accent was a slight mix of British and Indonesian accent.

“That's great! I will thank Mr. Bruno personally later...” I re-gathered my composure and began walking briskly again towards the travelator belt.

“I am waiting just before the immigration customs counters, holding up a signage with your name written on it.” Maria responded.

“Sure. I will keep a look out for that… And see you in a moment. Bye.” I replied and hung up the conversation.

In the far end of the long, and slow moving travelator belt, I saw someone standing on the left side of the travelator, holding up a A3-sized signage, with my name “M. Jonathan Chong, XYZ company” clearly printed. I broke a slight smile and hurried towards the signage.

As it was an early morning flight on a Monday morning, the area connecting the airplane to the passenger arrival area of the Soekarno–Hatta International Airport was rather empty. I could see several of the airport staffs gathering in small groups at different corners, engaging in small conversations. Some were checking out each other’s mobile phones, while other groups were giggling and laughing away, and occasionally placing their hands over their mouths to prevent themselves from laughing out too loud and receive unnecessary scoldings from their managers. Looking out of the glass panels on my left, it was a bright and sunny Monday morning. The ferns and small plants loosely placed and decorated on the other side of the glass panels were waving gently to the slight breeze.

The interior of the Soekarno–Hatta International Airport customs arrival area looked rather old and run down, a major renovation would have made the place looked more professional and modern. The air-conditioning outlets were clearly running at full speed, seeing the thin pieces of cloth tied to it, rattling away vigorously but unfortunately the area wasn’t cooling at all.

As the travelator brought me closer to the signage, I could clearly see a tall and fair lady, about 1.68m, wearing a black blazer over a white-coloured collar blouse, with a matching black skirt and black high heels with a pointed tip. Her long matt-brown hair was tied up into a pony-tail; much like how Anna Hathaway looked in the movie [The Devil wears Prada].

Coming up to her I verified, “Ms Maria?”

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I just can eat 2 Papayas & an Abalone w/a regular hotdog... ;)
BTW, I'm confused why there's "benedict sir"?? :confused:
I like Anna Hathaway... I guess u'll have some cardio exercises w/Ms Maria... :D

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egg benedict is a name for one of the brunch dishes... ;)

how my adventures with Maria develops??? read on dude... there are plenty of twists and turns

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Bring out the twists and turns.

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Sorry... I'm frog in the well... :o
pls start the cardio exercises fast... ;)

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the "abalone" in your meal is more than my suggested brunch =P

i will build up the suspense slowly... just like how the indonesian girls want it...
slow, smooth at first before exploding into a full-blown high intensive exercise ;)

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She seems slightly startled by a male voice suddenly coming from behind her as her sight was wandering to their side of the hallway.

“Oh… You must be Mr. Jonathan Chong…” Maria answered back, with a confirmation smile on her face. As she smiled, a small dimple appeared on her left cheek, and her eyes were closed for a brief moment. It made her look so adorable and yet sexy, at the same time.

Trying not to be too stoned by that magical moment, I quickly snapped back, nodded my head and flashed a smile as an acknowledgement.

“This way please, Mr Jonathan.”, putting down the huge signage with her left hand, as she turned to her right side and guided me to move towards the left side of the customs area, she continued, “I will be escorting you through the immigration counter, to quicken the whole process.”

“Sure! Thank you Ms. Maria” following her lead.

“Just call me Maria will do.” Maria replied in a more relaxed and casual tone of voice.

“And Call me Jon, Maria…” I responded with a smile. Maria responded with a smile, as she walked on my right.

Needing to re-adjust herself, Maria brought up the signage in her left hand, folded it in half and clamped it under her right armpit. Without her realizing it, this gesture actually compressed her right breast slightly and created a small gap in her white blouse between the 2nd and 3rd button. This sudden introduction of that small gap, seemed to have created a vacuum, and my attention was sucked towards it and I turned my head and my eyes slowly to my right. The iris of my eyes magnified significantly and my eyes started to widen as the view of the majestic treasure came in line with my sight.

In less than a friction of a second, I think both my eyes made at least a thousand nano movements, like a pack of hungry wolves, deprived of food for weeks. They were scanning fanatically. Analyzing every possible piece of data they were able to detect and pick up. It was extremely difficult trying to keep my vision away from that gap, and I needed to prevent myself from appearing too perverted, since this is the first time we met and I didn’t want to destroy any possibility of us developing further over the next few days…

“C`mon Maria, let me help you with that, it look kinda bulky” I pretended to offer to help her to carry the signage, raising my right arm and rotating my palm inwards so that it appeared like I wanted to take the signage from her. But in actual fact, all I wanted was to have a better view of what was or were hiding behind those white-coloured clothing.

“No No No Jon, it’s alright. No worries. I can handle it.” Maria rejected my offer kindly with a struggling smile to assure me that she could handle it. And to give me further assurance that she was able to carry it by her own, she raised her left hand to secure the signage firmly underneath her right armpit and that caused the vacuum between the buttons to open up even further. My breathing almost came to a stand still.

THERE… Right there they laid. So soft… So smooth… So inviting...
Sandwiched between a white-coloured bra with black polka dots. The bra and her treasures appeared to be in perfect fit. Her figure was well-concealed by her black blazer and I was unable to make an actual assessment of her cup size but she should be at least a B cup. The impact from securing the signage underneath her right armpit, sent multiple waves through both treasures, causing them to shake and vibrate. The shifting was further amplified by her walking motion.

Perhaps the sight was too much for my visual senses to handle so early in the morning, or perhaps it was the poor ventilation in the transit area. But its causing the temperature between my Hugo Boss shirt and my neck was increasing rapidly. My neck was feeling a little tight and my little Jon was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable in his enclosure...

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HAHAHA I got it without the Starbucks clue. Hmm why don't you fly SIA? I just came back from around there but didn't fly commercial >< Hmm but even if I flew their national airline, the uniform would be light brown *hint hint*

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haaha... I like emirates.. their air stewardess,are pretty hot...
the logo is an animal with horns [clue]

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Haha I know it's Qatar. Just didn't want to expose them :p

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you just exposed them :eek: :p

well... i have some adventures with those air stewardess in light brown as well... and in indonesia too ^.^ but are in the later part of my story...

Its my first try at pening down my erotic adventures, not really used to it, as I am more into writing Fantasy storylines..
but SERIOUSLY... writing my story on a tablet IS not easy, even with a writing stylus. I really take my hats off for you guys who are typing away on your mobile *clap clap*

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OH MY GOSH! I thought to myself. Am I really awake or still in dreamland? I can’t really believe what I am experiencing. Just a few minutes ago, a cute air stewardess was caressing my wound and now? A young and beautiful lady, dressed in sexy office attire, unaware of the vacuum between her buttons. The more I think of it, the more adrenaline rush I feel in Little Jon. And it was getting REALLY uncomfortable in there…

I clashed my right fist tightly, “Breathe Jon… Breathe Jon…” I told myself, “I must control… Now is not the time to let your little Jon take over… You will be screwed through and through if you do so…” I slowly counted 1 to 10 quietly in my mind. Inhaling and exhaling as I counted each number.

“Is something wrong Jon?” Maria turned to her left and looked at me with a concerned expression.

“Huh…?” Snapping myself back, “I’m… I’m fine…” loosening the grip on my right fist, I raised my right hand to my shirt’s collar and used my index finger to expand the collar slightly, trying to make more breathing space around my neck, “Maybe I am just not used to the stale air in this area…”

Scanning my eyes around the area, trying to divert her attention to something else and change the topic.

“Well, that’s just one of the things you need to deal with in Indonesia… There are more awaiting you beyond those gates…” Maria jokingly said.

I raised my eyebrows in amusement. “Really?! Well... You got to show me then...” And I flashed a wink at her. She broke out in a short giggle.

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haha that's exactly why I don't post when I don't have my laptop :P anyway just landed in BKK about 20 mins ago. ^^

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;) wow wow wow.... bang-cock :D any sex-capade to fuel your stories?

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I raised my eyebrows in amusement. “Well… we’ll see…” And I flashed a wink at her. She broke out in a short giggle.

Once we reached the Immigration Counter, Maria quickened a few steps ahead of me and she bent down to put her stuffs on the floor in front of the counter. As she bends down, her round and full butt slowly protruded outward and gradually pressed against the thin material of her black skirt. Her skirt was a bit tight now and it hugged every curve of her butt. The hem of her skirt began to glide up her slim thigh, cm by cm, and the inverted V-shaped slits on the sides of her skirt started to open up bit by bit.

At the point where Maria was about to place her stuffs on the ground, it was the most arousing sight ever. Her butt was slightly shifted to the right, to accommodate her action to place the stuffs on the ground. Maria tilted her head slightly to the left so that she could see where to place the items and she used her right hand to swing her long matt-brown hair, tied up in a pony-tail, to the right side of her shoulder and at the same time trying to keep a firm hold on the signage underneath her right armpit. Maria had bent her knees slightly so that she could place the items on the floor easier, and this compressed her butt against the fabric of her black skirt even more.

Enjoying this brief moment, I took my time walking up to her, tastefully admiring the "Grand Canyon" before me and hoping that this moment could last forever. Right at this moment I noticed something amiss…

Her butt was pressing tightly against her black skirt but something was not right. My eyes started to roam around her butt for clues and then it struck me...

There were no panties or thongs imprints around her butt. My eyes widened slightly and I inhaled a bigger intake of the stale air through my nose but trying not to make any noise, as I tried to process this new found data through my Central System.

Hundreds and thousands of thoughts were flashing through my brain now. Could she be wearing a new type of thongs which offer no visible lining? Or maybe she is wearing this new lingerie called “C-String” which has no lining, just the bottom of the C-string hugging her secret hideout to a T? Or could she even be not wearing anything at all? Just the thought of Maria not wearing anything below, all bare and free, sent Little Jon almost at full attention immediately, pulsating furiously and pressing hard against my brief, creating only a little bulge. I could feel a little bit of pre-cum oozing out from the lips of Little Jon, as I could feel a bit of wetness on my briefs.

“Jon?” Maria turned her head and looked up at me, just as her left hand released her stuffs at the moment it touched on the ground, “I will need your passport…” She turned her body to face me and stood up right and used her left hand to hook her pony-tail hair and flip it outwards with the back of her palm. The tail of her pony-tail hair kicked outwards and upwards, bounced softly a few times against her back before a gentle landing. For a brief moment, I was quite sure her eyes caught the slight bulge in my pants as she stood up, before she made eye-contact with me. A tingling sensation whizzed through my body, as I felt goose bumps all over my body, knowing that she must have seen the bulge created by Little Jon…

“Certainly…” I responded calmly, trying to contain Little Jon’s expansion and reduce his pulsation. I took two big strides and stood next to her. Reaching into the left inner pocket of my blazer with my right hand, I took out my passport and handed it over to her. “Here you go.”

She flashed a smile, her dimple appearing again, “Thanks…” and passed my passport over to the male Immigration Officer.

The next few minutes, Maria was talking to the Immigration Officer in long chains of Bahasa Indonesia, which sounded completely alien to me, and only understanding occasional English words which popped up during the conversation like Singapore, Leisure and Hotel. Occasionally, he would look at me and I would flash a weak smile at him, as a form of courtesy, before he switched his attention back to Maria and strike another conversation with long chains of Bahasa Indonesia, randomly mixed with one-two English words.

Finally, after a seemingly eternal 5 minutes, the Officer picked up the visa stamp, dapped it into the green-coloured ink pad a couple of times and stamped it on my passport and my immigration card. Before he handed the passport and the immigration card back to Maria, he looked at me and flashed a wide smile, “Welcome to Indonesia!”

“Thank you!” I responded and nodded my head in recognition of his greeting and we strolled past his counter.

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[QUOTE=henabi;9151400];) wow wow wow.... bang-cock :D any sex-capade to fuel your stories?

haha not at the moment. Didn't fly commercial so no hot stewardess. nothing much to do here really... Take in the bustling city life and snap some pictures haha.

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hopefully you managed to slot in a few surprises in between your shots :D

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decided to continue with a new post since I have some freetime at work >.< Opps

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“Thank you!” I responded and nodded my head in recognition of his greeting and we strolled past his counter.


Down a metal ramp, we turned left into the baggage area section and further ahead was a looooonnnnngg walk to the security check point.

As we passed the baggage conveyor belt section on my left, there were a few passengers still standing around waiting for their luggage and I recognized some of their faces as they were on the same flight as me earlier on. Luckily I traveled light, I thought to myself, otherwise I would still be wasting time waiting for my luggage.

“What were you and the officer blabbering about back there?” I turned and asked Maria, who was walking on my right.

“Huh?” My question kind of caught her off-guarded, “Oh… Nothing much really…” Maria looked away, trying not to avoid eye contact with me, “Why you asked?”

A loud rumbling and rattling sound came from behind us and a male voice mumbling some sentences were sandwiched between the noise and it was closing in on us fast.

I looked behind me to see what was the commotion was all about and I saw a petite man pushing a long trail of trolleys, rushing towards us.

“%$(*&#*&^#%*&^%!!!” the man raised his voice again and making hand gestures asking us to get out of the way but the rattling of the metal trolleys as they banged against each other was so loud that it actually overpowered the man's shouting and it seemed like Maria wasn’t aware of the situation happening behind us.

In a spur-of-the-moment, I quickly reached out my right arm, grabbed Maria’s left hand and pulled her towards me.

“Hu….h…” Maria surprised by my sudden action and her expression was still wondering what was going on.

As her body was closer to me, I instantly let go of her left hand and shifted my right arm down to her waist area and wrapped my right arm around it, pulling her closer to my body and swung her to my left so that she wouldn’t get injured by any protruding objects. “Careful!” I warned her.

Her body was trembling slightly; perhaps she was a bit taken back by my actions. I gently tightened my grip on her waist, assuring her that I was just trying to prevent her for getting injured. Our fronts were now pressing closely against each other, only the fabrics of our clothing provided that thin barrier denying our bodies from a direct contact.

I looked down at her to check if she was alright. She nodded her head in response. I could feel her heartbeat sending micro, rapid pulsations through our fabrics at first but very quickly it slowed down, giving me an assurance that she was beginning to calm down. For a brief second, my eye sight unknowingly shifted down to the top opening of her white blouse and a deep ravine greeted me. Each breathe she inhaled, her chest would expand forward and upwards slightly, compressing her two mounts against her already tight white collar shirt and pressing it against my chest even more, while making insignificant micro brushings against my chest. The same actions were repeated in reverse as she exhaled. The sweet peach aroma from her hair drifted to my nose every time I took a breath, accompanied by the faint feminine scent of her Estee Lauder perfume.

For that few brief seconds, I was trying to be a gentleman and keep my vision away from her assets, by looking over my right shoulder to ensure whether the man pushing the luggage trolley has passed, but it was an uphill task, because it has been years since a lady was in such an intimidate position with me. It was an up-close and personal temptation too hard to resist. My heartbeat was already racing and to make matters worse, Little Jon was refusing to listen to any advice from my central nerve system to calm down despite all these stimulations, and Little Jon allowed itself to grow rapidly in size, absorbing all these multiple sensual simulations happening right in front of me. Soon, Little Jon was ramming against the walls of my briefs, and a bulge was protruding from the front zippers of my Valentino Tailor-Made pants, and the pressure was making me uncomfortable.

Unintentionally, my pelvis started to wiggle slightly from left to right, stroking my bulge gently against the front fabric of Maria’s black skirt. Sensing something bulging was stroking her, Maria’s face began to blush slightly, but she did not move away. Instead she used her left hand to hold onto my Raoul shirt, shuffled her feet closer to me and pressed her groin area against my rubbing bulge even more. It was an arousing sensation.
With each stroke of my bulge against her groin area, amplified greater with the additional rubbing of her black skirt, Maria gripped my shirt tighter, pulled herself closer to me and she bit her lips, trying to endure this arousing sensation.

But she finally lost the battle and let out a soft moan under her breath, “Mmmmmm…......”

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hahaha only into SG Chinese :p I updated my thread though if you read it. So there. :)

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who can ever resist high school adventures lolx.

Guys, I will be heading overseas this weekend to China for business convention. I doubt I have proper internet access to SBF. Therefore I will spend the next few days properly pen down my adventures ^.^

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But she finally lost the battle and let out a soft moan under her breath, “Mmmmmm…”

An announcement melody started playing loudly through the Baggage area PA system. “Dear Passengers, Welcome to Jakarta. Could the Passenger by the name of …..”

The announcement made me realized that we were doing such erotic acts in the public; I quickly loosened my grip on her waist and moved my arm away from her, reminded Maria where we were at that point of time. Receiving the message from my body language, Maria snapped back to Reality and took a few steps back and I gave her a few seconds to re-collect herself. “Sorry Maria…” I broke the silence.

“It’s alright Jon.” Maria responded, while her hands were checking and tidying her dressing and appearance.

“I hope I didn’t frighten you at all. Because…” still worried that she might mistake me for trying to take advantage of her.

“I know Jon… Luckily you pulled me out of the way in time. Otherwise, I might have gotten a few knocks and bruises now…” Maria flashed me a sweet schoolgirl smile. Her now slightly rosy cheeks made her even more attractive. “Well Jon, we should get going now… Otherwise we will be held up by the traffic jam,” Maria pointing to the clock hanging on the wall behind me, reading 9:20am.

I nodded and we swiftly made our way to the security check point at the far end of the Baggage Section.

Nothing much happened as we hurried towards the Security Check Point, except the back of our hands occasionally touching each other. We cleared the security check with a breeze and made our way towards the exterior of the airport where the taxis were. As we passed the huge cascading glass panels dividing the security check point and the taxi booking booths, I could feel the summer heat from outside slowly creeping in and warming up the cool air surrounding my body. The automatic glass panel door dividing the inside and outside of the airport arrival hall was wide open, probably faulty; it offered little resistance against the continuous waves of on-coming summer heat, the first welcome gift to visitors of Jakarta, as we passed through the faulty glass door.

Once outside, several men dressed in traditional Indonesian shirts began to swarm towards us like a pack of hungry wolves, gesturing at us and talking in a heavy mix of Indonesian and English language, which I found it difficult to comprehend but I was able to slightly understand that they were asking whether we require any taxi services. The sight was rather intimidating. And I felt rather uneasy by this; their constant chattering caused me to develop a slight headache. I shook my head to reject those men standing on my left and gestured my right hand to those on my right that I don’t require their services. But unfortunately, they seemed to be blind to my gestures and continued. Luckily, Maria started to speak to them in their mother tongue and soon they dispersed, shrugging their shoulders and chatted among themselves. I looked at Maria with a smile and whispered, “Thank you”.

Maria reciprocated with the same schoolgirl smile and for a brief moment, I was captivated.

Suddenly she held my right hand and started pulling me towards her as she walked briskly towards the right side of the hallway. I was quite surprised by her sudden act. A lot of questions started to flash across my mind. Was it deliberate? Or she wanted to grab me by my arm but accidentally grab me by my hand? Or was it... Before I was able to collect my thoughts, I almost lost my balance but I quickly double quick time my footing and was able to regain my balance and followed her pace.

As we strode down the hallway, many people were looking at us with curiosity but Maria didn’t seem to be bothered about their stares and her hand was still holding on to mine. (I was not sure why they were looking at us at that moment. I only knew the reason later.) Gradually, I felt sudden warmth developing in my heart and a slight grin lit across my face. I started to examine her hands. Her hand was small; in fact against the backdrop of my palm, her hand looked extremely small, almost like a child. My right thumb began to slowly feel the back of her left hand in a circle. Her skin was very smooth and silky, and there were not any signs of spots or wounds or scars or blemishes. There were also no visible veins on the surface of her hand, probably because her hand was slightly fleshier. My thumb glided gently across her skin effortlessly. The tenderness of her hand and how small her hand felt in my palm, made me felt like I should be handling it with care.
Playfully, I gave her hand a gentle squeeze and her fingers responded by wiggled a bit. Maria turned back thinking I wanted to ask her something, instead I gave her a wide sunshine smile and she flipped her eyes upwards, giving me that “What the hell…” expression before she turned her head to the front.

I began imagining myself sitting down in a Simba Twister armchair, naked. And Maria squatting down in front of me, looking at me with a CFM look and putting her tender hands on my fully erected penis.
Her tiny fingers would wrap around my dick and gradually move her fingers up and down my metal rod, slowly peeling its skin down, revealing its swollen head. Occasionally, she would tease me by using her index finger to brush across the lips of my erection lightly, sending short pulses of ecstasy through my body.
A bit of pre-cum began to ooze out from the mouth of my rod and Maria would playfully dip her index finger onto my pre-cum, spread it around my dick head and back to the mouth again, and tap her index finger over the lips repeatedly with some of my pre-cum still on it.

Feeling an intense buildup of elation, I thrust my hips back and forth several times, encouraging her to be more adventurous…

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ho ho ho. That's good. Don't forget about the story when you're there. Alternatively you could get a VPN xD

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will wait patiently for your updates bro :)

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well I am in the process of recommending a VPN for my company, since we have several overseas branches. It will definitely help me alot ;)

One more post in the Changi Airport T2 transit area before I fly off :D

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HONK! HONK! HONK!
A white-coloured Toyota Alphard MPV parked next to us sounded its horns a couple of time in quick successions, and I was snapped out of my erotic thoughts. I shot a stare at the driver for breaking in and thought to myself "BLOODY FUCKER...".
I stole a quick glance at the front of my pants, and it was rather visible that I was having a near full erection from my imagination earlier. Look back at Maria, her vision started wander around the area, scanning from left to right, right to left, seems to me she was looking for something. But what was she looking for?

“What are we looking for Maria?” I asked.

“Ahmad… Jon…” Maria replied, still looking around for that person.

“Errmmmm… Who’s Ahmad?” I asked again.

“Ahmad is our chauffeur…” Maria responded. We stopped in the middle of the Hallway quite near where the KFC restaurant was and she let go of my hand, took out her iPhone 4S and began dialing a long list of numbers. Standing next to her, I could hear the person picked up the call immediately after just 1-2 rings and Maria started to speak in a long chain of incomprehensible language. She sounded a little bit pissed off from the tone of her voice, even though I could not understand a single word she said. As the conversation carried on, Maria started to look to her left and look to her right. I guessed she must be trying to locate where Ahmad was.

“Are you trying to locate Ahmad?” I asked her, trying to confirm her actions. She nodded in response.

“Let’s walk over there…” Maria pointed to an empty berth next to two black-coloured Mercedes Benz, and on their roofs marked with letters imprinted in gold colour: GOLDEN BIRD. “Ahmad will be driving the vehicle here.” Maria added. I nodded in acknowledgement as we walked over to the spot she pointed.

A quick glance at my Baume & Mercier again, the hands read 10:30am [Singapore Timing]. I decided to wind the timing one hour back to be in-sync with the local Jakarta timing, so that I do not have any time lapse or any confusion with the timing through my five days here. As we stood there next to the waiting and alighting berth, I began to wander my eyes around the area. At 9:30am in Jakarta, the Sun was already high up in the sky, nearing the top. Looking up into the sky, there were a few fluffy clouds drifting around but they offered us little shield from the Sun as its furious flames were in full blast and luckily we were under the shades.

The huge SAMSUNG LED TV set, probably a 52 incher, hanging on the side of the wall, was flashing flight information and on the right hand corner, it showed the current temperature in Jakarta, 32 Degrees Celsius, and some other wordings below it, which were too small and incomprehensible from where I was standing. Like Singapore, it was equally hot. But the difference being Jakarta felt much less humid. Back in Singapore, I hate walking along the busy streets of Raffles Place or City Hall in the mid-day in my business suit. The immense heat, accompanied with the high humidity, would make me sweat almost instantaneously, even if you were standing under the shades… That is why, as much as I may, I will zoom around the city in my Z4 with the air-conditioning system at full blast.

A gust of wind blew through the arrival hall and came towards us. It was a rush of cool air, surprisingly, given the fact that the weather was scorching at that moment. It definitely made me more comfortable, as the moving air brushed across my face gently, taking away with it the prickling heat. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes momentarily. Despite all the vehicles surrounding me, the gust of wind had a slight earthy scent, quite different from Singapore, which usually reeks of tar, dust and silt. (Unless you go to specific nature spots like MacRitichie Reservoir, HSBC Treetop trail etc) Perhaps I was a bit too greedy and took in too much air, my lungs were not used to the air quality in Jakarta, I coughed a couple of times and cleared my throat.

A shiny, black-coloured Toyota Vellfire MPV pulled into the empty berth and stopped in front of us. The driver seemed to have done some modifications to the vehicle because it looked very different from those Vellfire I have seen on Singapore roads. I am not very knowledgeable with car/vehicle modifications but I managed to find a picture through Google search, which looked 80% similar, except the side glass panels were fully tinted. I’m not sure whether it was legal to have full tinted glass in Jakarta but this Vellfire looked fucking AWESOME!!!

The vehicle reversed and moved forward slightly several times before it came to a complete stop and a skinny and tanned malay guy stepped out from the driver seat. As he stepped out, he putted on a black-coloured NO FEAR duck-tongued cap and briefly adjusted his attire, walked towards our direction and waved his right arm at Maria with a big smile across his face.

I guessed he must be Ahmad.

He wasn’t very tall, probably 1.65M, wearing a red-coloured short sleeved batik shirt, decorated with bamboo patterns. Ahmad sports a clean, buzz cut hair style, the graying of his hair were visible near the roots. Judging by the extensive amount of crow feets at the end meeting point of his upper and lower eye lids, and dryness of his facial skin, I gave a guess he should be around the mid 40s. Ahmad reached out his right hand to greet Maria, and touched his left chest ( a common greeting gesture among the muslims I guess.)

“Ahmad, this is Mr. Jonathan Chong. And Jon, this is Ahmad.” Maria introduced both of us and we said hi to each other and exchanged a friendly hand shake.

“Alright then, let’s get on the car…” Maria instructed us.

“Mr. Jonatan, you have any bag you want put at the back?” Ahmad asked in a heavy mix of English and Indonesian Language.

“No… I don’t Ahmad”, I replied.

“Ok!” Ahmad acknowledged immediately, and our brief conversation ended there and then. Ahmad stepped ahead of us and opened the left sliding door and held onto the door for me and Maria to board.

Maria gestured me to go in first and even though I offered her first. The interior of the Vellfire was very spacious and had a tall ceiling, plus fully carpeted floor. But given my height, I had to lower my head and bend down slightly so that I was to move into the car. (But that’s just the rare few disadvantages of being tall) There were two rows of leathered seats facing each other, both nude-cooured. I sat on the row of seats facing the front window of the car. Maria entered immediately right after me.

As Maria was wearing 4-incher heels, she also had to bend down slightly so that she could move in. From the side, I realised that the top button of her blouse had come off; it probably came off when we were hugging back at the baggage collection section, and Maria was completely unaware. I assumed that Maria was going to sit next to me, so I moved in all the way to the right side but to my surprise, Maria opted to sit directly opposite me. She then turned around to sit down and had to bent down further. She bent down so low that I was able to see her breasts and her white-coloured bra. Her bra was those demi or half cup type, which leaves the top half of her assets completely exposed but hers was a little bit different. The bra didn’t seem to be her size; it covered less than half of her boobs as her boobs were dangling and almost spilling out from her bra and I was able to see a bit of her pink tips. I could feel my dick getting hard once again and FAST but being a gentleman, I decided to look to my right. As the seats were slightly reclined, from the corner of my eyes, I thought I saw a dash of red between her thighs as she sat down with her legs opened before she crossed her right leg over her left.

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Hohoho. Should think about using one of these when I'm overseas :p Usually ferried around in a Guardian when I'm in Indo

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Excellent description and very detailed too! Looking forward to your next post bro TS , hope you've a good trip, cheers, ..............

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I shifted my butt slightly and crossed my right leg over my left to hide my fast developing erection so that Maria wouldn’t detect it and flashed her smile once she was seated down comfortably.

Ahmad inserted the car key into the keyhole. The car engine started almost instantly as he turned the car key. Then he proceeded to adjust his rear and side mirrors, ensuring everything is insight. Once done, he placed his left palm over the center air-conditioned outlet to check the airflow and the coldness of the air. “Air cold?” Ahmad looked into the rear mirror.

“Colder would be good…” I replied with a smile.

Ahmad nodded his head and turned the knobs to increase the airflow and decrease the temperature. Within seconds, the temperature within the vehicle dropped and it was much cooler and more comfortable now; I could hardly feel the heat radiating from outside, even though I was sitting next to the window panel.
“Thank you Ahmad.” I gestured to him. Ahmad looked into the rear mirror again and smiled back, revealing his slightly yellowish tainted teeth. Ahmad signaled a right motion on our vehicle and soon, we were pulling out from the berth and moving off.

“A nice solid vehicle you have here…” I commented, moving my eyes around and exploring the interior.

“I initially suggested a regular BMW 535i as your transport. But Mr. Bruno considered that you will constantly on the move during your 5-day trip here, therefore he wanted me to get a bigger, more comfortable vehicle…” Maria responded.

“That’s so nice of him…” I smiled.

“That goes without saying Jon and plus, you’re one of our biggest clients…” Maria beamed back, “Let me show you the interior…”

I was puzzled and thought ‘What interior?’

“Since Mr. Bruno factored that you will be always on the move and you will definitely need to access your work while you’re on the road, this car comes fully equipped with a mobile workstation.” Maria went on and flipped out a foldable writing desk from the side of the seat, “There is a foldable writing desk for you to work on your laptop. At the side is an internet cable to connect to your laptop, if you require faster internet access but if you don’t like wires, this vehicle is fully WIFI connected and the password is here...” Maria explained. Next, Maria turned her body slightly so that she could reach her left hand to the center cushion of her seat and her eyes turned to the center cushion. As she turned, she uncrossed her right leg, so that she could turn with ease. Since she was looking away, I shifted my eyes to her legs.

Her legs were long, fair and looked very smooth. There were no visible signs of any leg hair, a possible indication that she shaves or wax frequently. Exploring further up, her calves were looked lean and toned, and I love ladies with lean and toned calves. Moving my eyes further upwards and nearing the “Forbidden area”, my heartbeat was gradually accelerating and my breathing increasing slightly. I could feel my lips drying up a little bit and my throat tightening slightly as I started to feel a bit nervous, for feat that she might suddenly turn her head around and caught me checking her out. I tried to remain as calm as I could because I didn’t want to create any unnecessary attention, as I wanted to admire this gorgeous lady for as long as I could. Maria parted her legs slightly, I wasn’t sure if she did that intentionally or not, or perhaps it was because she was turning her body, therefore it was her body’s natural reaction but whichever way or whatever reason it was, I was able to see her hidden cave much clearer with the aid of bright sunlight shining in.

For the first time today, I thanked the Sun and the great weather in my heart.

It was red. My eyes widened a bit at the magnificent sight before me but not too wide to avoid raising any suspicion from Maria. And then, Maria gently closed her legs. Like fireworks, its brilliance and beauty last only for a second. My eyebrows frowned for a split second at the disappointment that it was over in a flash, and but my member was still at semi-full erection even though the excitement had died down.

Maria used her left hand and flip down the center cushion to reveal a mobile All-in-One machine which could do Print/Fax/Scan/Copy. Then she reached to a button located near the center light switch and pressed it gently. Almost instantly, I heard a motorized sound. A large center portion of the black car roof started to part away and slide downwards, revealing a huge 11 incher TV screen.

“This is the vehicle’s inbuilt entertainment system. It has access to over 100 different TV channels. The remote control is located here…” Maria demonstrated as she revealed a well-hidden remote TV control in the side rest of the door, and with a touch of the remote control, the TV screen was showing CNBC news channel, and simultaneously, the voice of the news anchor came out from speakers located around the car, “There is another one, located just next to you on your right…” I leaned my body slightly to the left so that I could check out the side arm rest on my right, and true enough, there was another similar remote control there, and had a very futuristic design.

“This is presently the latest state-of-the-art inbuilt entertainment system. It’s running on the latest Android Ice-Cream Sandwich Operating System. Besides watching TV, you are also able to surf the Internet, play some games and also, you can hook this system to your laptop via our in-car WIFI network and use this screen as a second monitor.” Maria continued to elaborate, “And of course…” giving me mischievous glare, she pushed back the All-in-One printing machine and unveiled a mini fridge.

“Impressive…” I commented, “I could use some ice-cold drink...” I winked at her.
“Here you go…” Maria flashed that schoolgirl smile once again and handed me a bottle of Coca-Cola with her left hand. As I took the drink from her, I purposely touched the skin of her left hand, and Maria’s face soon showed a slightly dash of pink, perhaps blushing from my touch and her smile changed to an embarrassing grin. She turned her head to her left and avoided eye contact with me. Under the reflection of the bright sunlight, her lips looked so moist, so tender, so inviting…

Suddenly, the car jam-braked and awakening us from our little flirting affair.

“SORRY MR. JONATAN!!! SORRY!!!” Ahmad quickly turned around and apologized repeatedly.

“It’s alright Ahmad… What happened?” I acknowledged Ahmad’s apology and wanted a quick assessment on the situation.

“Jam. Mr. Jonatan… Trafik jam…” Ahmad explained in his best ability in English.

“I see… Well, it’s ok Ahmad. Please continue driving…” I replied. Ahmad nodded his head a few times and turned back to face the road, and continue driving the car on the highway, which has now become a full-scale traffic jam.

“Well Jon… Let me give you a quick update as we make our way over to Mr. Bruno’s office” Maria spoke.

I turned my head to look at Maria as she spoke and gave her a smile, “Sure!” My eyes were doing their best not to drift down to her ravine.

Immediately, she bent down to reach for her Burberry “Haymarket Check” small tote bag, “Let me get my organizer first…” Maria replied and once again, her boobs were in full view. My boner Jon was reaching full attention and it was extremely difficult to hide my full erection now, even with my legs crossed…

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Getting exciting.. :D waiting for next installment...

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“AHHHHHHhhhhhh….” Maria screeched suddenly.

Ahmad, who was startled by her shriek, swiveled the vehicle slightly left-right but managed to steady the steering wheel and turned around to see what happened.

“OH MY GOSH!!!" Maria screamed again, finally realizing that her top button of her blouse had come off. She quickly sat up straight and frantically used her right hand to cover the opening of her blouse and her left hand took her Burberry tote bag by the handles and placed it next to her.

My ears were ringing slightly as Maria was screaming in a very enclosed area and I was slightly stunned by her volcanic reaction.

“YO….You… Didn’t see an…. Anything at all… RIGHT?!” Maria was blushing red now and I could tell that she was full of embarrassment and trying to gather any form of confirmation that she didn’t just accidentally do anything indecent in front of me.

“Well….ermmmm.... I would be lying if I said a [No]…” I replied, choosing my words carefully, avoiding any possible [landmines]. For a brief moment I wondered, for a lady whose body was pressed against mine earlier at the Airport, and her groin grinding against my hard rod, it was quite difficult for me to understand why she was so uptight, especially when the only male facing her, was me…

It was only later then I learnt that Indonesian ladies are very mindful about their appearances, especially in the public and in front of other men.

Maria didn’t say anything for a moment. She was restraining herself from looking at me. Her head turned to her right, looking down but she didn’t seem to be focused on anything. She was just staring. From the sides, I could feel emptiness in her eyes, like a girl who has lost her way and didn’t know what to do.

There was a long pause in the car. The only sounds were coming from the ICES (In-car Entertainment System), the low rumbling of the vehicle engine and the traffic jam surrounding us. The dead air within the car seems to have just frozen in time. It felt like one hand was slowly, creeping up to your stomach, making your stomach feel furry; and the other hand gradually wrapping its fingers around your neck, tightening its grip bit by bit and forcing the air out from your lungs, not enough to suffocate you but made you felt extremely uncomfortable.

The silence was like a low deep boom, hitting hard against my ear drums and made me felt like puking. Even Ahmad, who was all smiles and cheery, seem to sense the awkward stillness, and just focused on driving, he didn’t even dare to look into the rear mirror one bit.

Her breathing was deep, rapid and irregular at first but little by little, her breathing became more regular, softer and almost rhythmic. Her right hand was gripping to her top button tightly and pressing against her breasts, pushing them sideways; while she placed her left hand on her left thigh, motionless. As she regained her composure, she seem to realize the awkwardness in the air and her fingers started to feel the position of her top button and the aligning button hole and tried to re-button it back but her fingers were trembling a bit.

She looked down and realized that a few treads from the top button have broken and that was the main reason she was unable to unbutton it back. Sensing that there was a slight tension within the vehicle, she took a deep breath, “Sorry Jon…” breaking the silence.

“H….Huh” I stumbled at her sudden speech, “Errmmm… Its… It’s alright Maria…” I tried to give her comforting words.

Maria kept quiet; her eyes seemed to be searching for the right words to say but couldn’t find any.

I shifted slightly out from my seat and leaned my body forward towards her, “Maria…” I whispered, “You don’t have to apologies… It’s not your fault at all…” I reached out my right hand, gently placed it over her left hand and patted it a couple of times, hopefully she understood my message.

Sensing that she was still trying to recollect herself, I glanced over Maria’s back to look at the time on the car’s dashboard. 10:00am [Indonesian Timing]. I was doing some quick calculations but I needed firm answers, “Ahmad…” I called out to him.

“Yesh Yesh… Mr. Jonatan?” Ahmad looking up at the rear mirror and replied.

“What time will we reach Mr. Bruno’s Office?” I asked.

“Ermmmmm… I tink alound 11:30am Mr. Jonatan…” Ahmad replied back.

“I see…” I re-calculated again in my mind “Thanks Ahmad.” And I flashed him a smile.

“Welcum!” Ahmad responded back.

Immediately, I pressed the speech button on my Jawbone Era Bluetooth set and spoke “Call Bruno Robinson”. My Samsung Galaxy S3 reiterated what I just said and mimicked the pressing tone of phone numbers. Within seconds, the call was connected and a ringing tone came through my Bluetooth set.
Upon hearing Bruno’s name, Maria stiffened up immediately, turned her head and faced me, she looked stunned and wanted to speak up but I placed my finger to her lips and gave her a grin, and my lips whispered in silence “Relax….”

A voice came through after picking up the call “Hello, this is Bruno Robinson speaking. Who’s this?”

“Hey Bruno! It’s Jono here…” I answered.

“OH!!!! JONO!!!!” Bruno exclaimed at knowing who the caller was “You just arrived in Jakarta I supposed…”

“Yeah… I arrived about 1 hour ago and right now I’m now in the vehicle you arranged to pick me up.” I commented.

“That’s great! That’s great! I will see you in a minute yeah?!” Bruno delighted that I was arriving soon.

“Well, there’s an issue Bruno…” I replied back and purposely paused for a moment, so that Bruno has the opportunity to ask me the reason.

“Oh…. What’s the issue Jono? The car? Or Maria, my personal assistant?” Bruno sounded puzzled over the phone.

“Nah… The Vehicle’s great, Bruno. And Maria has been an excellent guide so far… It’s my shirt actually…” Trying my best to cook up a lie or an obscure reason.

“You worn a woman’s blouse?!” Bruno cracked a joke and was laughing away.

“Very funny Bruno… Very funny…” sounding sarcastic, “Well, it’s more or less along that line… When I was on the flight earlier, and an old lady accidentally spilled some coffee onto my shirt and I need to get a new one… You know me… I’m a perfectionist and I can’t tolerate my clothing having even one spot of stain…” trying to sound irritated by the fake coffee spill.

“I see… Well, I am sure Maria won’t mind to accompany you to grab a new shirt. She has an exquisite taste in Fashion…” Bruno sounded rather proud of Maria’s abilities.

“Really?! Well… I will certainly need some fashion advices from Maria….” I replied and winked at Maria. At this moment, Maria had more or less guessed the purpose of my call but she just wanted further confirmation from my conversation just to be sure. “How about this, since your office is near Grand Indonesia and Plaza Indonesia… Let me drop by Plaza Indonesia to grab myself a new shirt and we discuss our matters over lunch at Café De Excelso at Plaza Indonesia?” I suggested to Bruno.

“You always seemed to be able to read my mind Jono. I was thinking to suggest lunch as well…” Bruno joked and laughed “Sure! I’ll see you at Café De Excelso at PI at 1pm then…”

After a couple of laughs and goodbyes, I hung up the call and looked at Maria again with a wide grin.

Maria gazed back into my eyes, with a weak, delighted smile and whispered “Thanks…” She turned her left hand; palm faced up and gave my right hand a gentle hand to reassure me her appreciation.

“Ahmad…Let’s head over to Plaza Indonesia.” I called out to him.

“Suah Mr. Jonatan…” Ahmad nodded on the new set of instructions given to him.

I turned back to Maria, “Let’s get you a couple of new dresses and for myself too…”

Maria nodded.

“And… Wouldn’t you saying something about report or meeting? I reminded Maria.

“Oh yes yes yes!” Maria suddenly remembered “Let’s carry on with the update…”

In my mind, I was already thinking about all the naughty and dirty possibilities which could happen between me and Maria while we shop…

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impregnate her in changing room :D