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#31
10-06-2013, 09:10 AM
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Re: Indonesia: Business or Pleasure?
Apart from the airline thing, any breakfast today? Very hungry leow...
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#32
10-06-2013, 11:01 AM
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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... -------------------------------------------------------- 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?” Last edited by henabi; 10-06-2013 at 11:11 AM.
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#33
10-06-2013, 11:32 AM
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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"??  I like Anna Hathaway... I guess u'll have some cardio exercises w/Ms Maria... Quote:
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#34
10-06-2013, 12:12 PM
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how my adventures with Maria develops??? read on dude... there are plenty of twists and turns
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10-06-2013, 12:17 PM
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Bring out the twists and turns.
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#36
10-06-2013, 01:13 PM
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Sorry... I'm frog in the well...
 pls start the cardio exercises fast... Quote:
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#37
10-06-2013, 03:32 PM
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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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#38
10-06-2013, 04:59 PM
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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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#39
11-06-2013, 12:20 AM
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#40
11-06-2013, 09:01 AM
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the logo is an animal with horns [clue]
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#41
11-06-2013, 09:11 AM
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#42
11-06-2013, 09:52 AM
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 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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#43
11-06-2013, 10:16 AM
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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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#44
12-06-2013, 03:20 AM
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#45
12-06-2013, 11:06 AM
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wow wow wow.... bang-cock any sex-capade to fuel your stories?---------------------------------------------------------------------- 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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