Indonesia: Business or Pleasure?

[divedeeper]

Originally Posted by devilzQQ

wonder which idiot zap me. please show your balls here. dont keep hiding behind the screen.

wasn't me, bro. upz you.

[divedeeper]

Waiting for update...

[edvil]

Waiting update from you TS

[divedeeper]

Support....

[divedeeper]

Bro, waiting for more.

[eeemen]

Originally Posted by henabi

Should have some time next week to really sit down and do some fine tuning...
Past two months been typing and updating my adventures at random.

Will definitely return the support all of you have been showing. And thanks for taking the time to relieve these 11 pages...

Bro TS, we're still camped here waiting ! Hope to hear from you soon! Cheers, ....................

[divedeeper]

Hey TS, lots of us waiting for an update.

[henabi]

thanks for all your patience and support. Finally I have some time to sit down and type away... I didn't realised that typing down my sexadventures in Indonesia has hit 50 pages in my MWORD...

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“Sure… How much are the dresses?” I looked back at Maria and whipped out my DBS Black American Express credit card from my Bottega Veneta bi-fold intrecciato wallet.

“We’re done…” Maria flashed a smile at me. “And keep your card… I’m charging these to my boss.” Maria raised the shopping bags and waved it at me.

“Sure?” I questioned.

“Sure! Come on… We can’t be late…” Maria quickly slid her arm underneath mine and dragged me out of the shop. The side of her soft bosom pressing ever so gently against my arm through her thin white blouse; my softened rod started to stir a little.

The two shop assistants giggled seeing this. I felt slightly embarrassed. As we stepped out from the shop, I caught sight of the sign on the glass door, “We’re Closed” facing outwards…… I glanced back into the shop, the two female assistants winked back at me, probably letting me understand that they knew what was happening in the changing room. One of them bit a corner of her thick, full lips and gave me a foxy look. Something tells me she could be up to no good.........

Navigating around a huge shopping mall like Plaza Indonesia would be a task if it wasn’t for Maria. She held onto my arm firmly and guided us along the long, straight walkways, partnered by rows of boutique shops selling high-end, luxury products. The map of the entire map seems to be imprinted into her brain as she twisted and turned instinctively with a wink. Every time we make a turn round the corner, I feel the softness of Maria’s bosom pressed against my arm and blood is consistently being pumped to my rod. I didn’t dare to look down and I am not sure whether the people around us were noticing my slight swelling bulge and her pressurizing my arm tightly against her swells wasn’t really helping the situation at all.

Finally we whisked our way to the café and saw Bruno already seated inside and his huge thumbs typing ferociously at his Blackberry phone, the plastic structure of the phone barely able to hold up to his punishment. I tip-toed and crept up slowly to Bruno, pretended myself to be one of the waiters in the café and spoke to him in a mannered, polite and fluent German tongue.

Clearly my throat slightly, I spoke, “Darf ich Sie bestellen?” (May I take your order?)

Bruno acknowledged my presence with “Sure!”, he pulled his attention momentarily away from the 3.5” coloured screen and paused for a moment to consider what he wished to order and quickly, “Ich würde gerne einen Latte bitte. Weniger Zucker.” (I would like a latte please. Less sugar.) His attention went straight back to that screen which was quietly screaming for attention, after he spelled out his order.

“Sure!” I responded, “Möchten Sie Snacks oder Desserts mit Ihrem Getränk gehen?” (Would you like to order any snacks or desserts to go with your drink?) I think I was really getting into this role-playing prank.

“Nein, das ist alles…” (No. That's all.) Bruno responded, still looking at the phone.

Fighting hard to hold back my laughters, “Well… Robbie… Ich muss Sie an der Kasse bezahlen.” (Well... Robbie... You will need to pay at the counter." Finally, breaking my prank, as I said out his “pet name”.

“Rob…ROBBIE?!?!” Bruno’s eyes immediately darted away from the screen and turned to my direction. “JOHNO!!!!” His eyes widened in astonishment, instantly stood up and gave me a bear hug, “Damn it man. You pulled a good one there…”.

“Errmmmm..... Hey Bruno…. I know you miss me but could we not hug like this in public? People could get mistaken you know……” I reminded Bruno that we were still in public. Everyone in the café were spotting puzzled look as two big-sized men were hugging each other tightly like gays.

[divedeeper]

Welcome back. Enjoyed the latest chapter. Will upz you tomorrow.

[eeemen]

Thanks n welcome back, looking forward to more now, , cheers, ....................

[horniez]

welcome back TS!

enjoy the story very much. looking forward to your next instalment.

[divedeeper]

Looking forward to more.

[divedeeper]

Looking forward to next installment.

[goodu]

Originally Posted by henabi

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.

how come maria at the immigration counter with u? she also took flight?

[henabi]

Originally Posted by goodu

how come maria at the immigration counter with u? she also took flight?

Red carpet service.