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Originally Posted by BMW69
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
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.