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Master diver does speakth the truth.
Dating sites are fish in the barrel. It does not take long, but, it is way easier if you live here. Never more than a second date for most to end up in bed. The older ones (late 20's-mid 30's) are there a lot quicker and most are fantastic in bed. I literally have to keep a separate calendar just for dating. I do tend to keep them too long though. I have one now that is in love and has started to dictate terms. If she was not so damn sexy would have been gone long ago. MD does that mean I am in love? LOL
Taking her on a trip next week and will lay down the law (and some pipe).
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Virgin Trip to Jakarta. Day 3 Midday
no taxis. anywhere.
in jakarta for the first time (see day 1 and day 2 reports #7381 and #7384 if you are interested) , i am learning first hand what happens when it rains on a saturday afternoon.
i am at the mall. there's a long line of optimistic souls stoically waiting for a taxi but of course, none is in sight. i want to get back to the hotel: there are reports to read, emails to reply, calls to make.
i decide to call for my jakarta host's company car to come pick me up, when i hear tinkling feminine laughter behind me. i turn around to look and find myself facing two gorgeous, long haired beauties, gleefully chattering in bahasa. the girls seem pleased with my attention and also halt their chatter to look at me.
their complexion is the palest i have seen so far on any indonesian girl; probably an eclectic indo / japanese / korean mix.
the shorter of the two (late teens?) has a cute oval face, soft chin and pouty, pink lips. she is also the more curvaceous (but not overly so) and is wearing a patterned, blue tank top over her (b cup?) breasts. this is matched off by a pair of casual tie dye denim shorts apparently painted on to her gorgeously coquettish and protuberant ass.
the taller girl (perhaps also 19 or maybe slightly older?) could easily be a dead ringer for a younger, [blue][personal name deleted by admin][/blue]. (for those of you who perhaps don't travel as frequently to japan and want to know what nozomi looks like, search in google for "flickr groups /,[blue][personal name deleted by admin][/blue] "). the jakarta nozomi is wearing a white, lacy boobtube freely exposing her delicate shoulders and porcelain midriff. the lacy, bra vest coupled with her (fake) j crew animal print, shorts of linen canvas magnificently showcase the round slope of her slim belly descending erotically and sharply from the navel to her tiny, mound of venus.
what a gorgeous two set on a rainy day! i greet them in bahasa.
this promptly brings fresh peels of laughter from both girls and pouty lips sympathetically asks me in english "not speak bahasa indonesia?" (i had intended to wish them "good day" but god knows what i actually said!) i hastily switch to english but quickly learn that their knowledge of english is worse, somewhere between atrocious and abysmal.
in such moments, trust technology to lend a hand! translator app! it's not perfect but hey, it's something!
"no taxis. i will call my driver and ask him to come. your driver is here? no, he is at the office maybe you can ask him in bahasa to come to the mall. your driver says he will come immediately but. traffic. tell him it's way better than waiting indefinitely for a taxi here. giggle. your driver says he is coming soon. hey, when the car gets here, do you want me to give you a ride? you will? yes, no trouble at all. giggle. sure? sure! terima kasi. hey, want to grab something inside while we wait. giggle. oh! ok!"
safely inside from the muggy heat and the heavy downpour, they tell me they are sisters; the older one with the boobtube is lia and the younger one with the pouty lips is diah. but mall pickups using technology have their capricious side: for one, the translator apps are notoriously inconsistent and then there's all that pesky typing although, their double thumbed typing can easily set a world record.
so, staccato style, i slowly learn the following about them: "we are sisters. but wait in facebook your birthdays are only 7 months apart? oh! i see, that means you are cousins, not sisters. so, both your parents, chinese? your mothers are korean? no? only her mother? but not yours? what? yours also? huh?"
at the foodcourt, with much giggling they choose to sit on either side of me, instead of opposite me. maybe this is to help read the translator app screen, but whatever the reason this happy seating arrangment also allows me to have my legs press up against their creamy, smooth thighs. and each time they lean across me to talk in bahasa, there is a trail of floral scented perfume which lingers.
the girls' strongly accented english adds to the hilarity of our puzzled, conversation:
"you like rihanna?"
"yes, some of her songs"
"you like. ' i like nicky damon'?"
"never heard it. how does it go?"
they both sing the chorus in unison "i likey nicky damon. i likey nicky damon"
"oh! diamonds? that actually goes 'shine bright like a diamond"
"yes, yes, that one. you like?"
i also notice a competition of sorts between them. each trying to be more seductive than the other: if one runs her fingers though her hair and twirls it, the other would straighten her posture and thrust her breasts out. this would make the first one to ostentatiously cross her legs and let her feet dangle to rub against my leg. upping the ante the other one would lean so close to talk to me, her lips almost touching my cheek and earlobe.
we are having ice cream, chocolate for them, vanilla for me. the talkative twosome are quiet only when eating their ice cream; but even with mouthfuls of ice cream, every time they catch me looking at them, they giggle shyly covering their mouths with the back of their hands.
i am intoxicated by their sensual body language; but their cheeky playfulness is even more appealing. my mind fills with deviant images of sinful threesomes with these two. oh, the things we could get up to! but in my defence the depravity of my thoughts are not entirely, unprovoked.
for instance, what i am about to describe. i swear. took less than 10 seconds. but even now, i can replay the whole scene frame by frame.
their icecream almost finished, i offer them some of mine. diah accepts immediately and grabs my fist holding the spoonful of icecream with both hands. but instead of directing the spoon to her mouth, she moves her head seductively towards it with her pouty lips open. i watch mesmerised with lia pressed close to me with her finely chiselled chin on my shoulder.
diah's tongue darts out and slowly licks the smooth underside of the spoon before her soft mouth closes over it. the delicate hands tighten around my fist while her mischeivous eyes are locked into mine. ever so slightly, she now moves her pretty head in and out, as if she is sucking. all done fleetingly fast, but long enough to leave an indelible impression. diah then pulls away at a 45 degree angle from the waist, laughing with her hands covering her mouth.
not to be left out, lia shakes me by the shoulder and mock-pleadingly points to her mouth. i scoop up some icecream for her. lia starts off by giving a half moon of a lick to the spoon before sticking out her tongue to receive the icecream. it's a bit messy as some of the white cream smears her lips and dribbles down her chin. there's much laughter from both girls as lia daintily wipes off the smeared cream, with the back of her hand. she then opens and closes her mouth and says "look, all gone!" and smiles prettily. diah guffaws.
as i say all of this took no more than 10 seconds but did any of the shoppers in that crowded foodcourt notice this erotic performance? i doubt it but there's no doubt about my raging hardon!
back at my hotel, they delightedly run around the largish suite, posing for each other and taking photos. they are obsessed with their looks. not once did they walk past a mirror without glancing to look at their own reflection, straighten their hair or adjust their posture.
i am hungry, so i order room service. when the food arrives they both sit on the floor at the lounge coffee table sharing nasi goreng from the same plate. this time, i get the r rated version of 'sucking the spoon schtik' but with the sate skewers as props. it is not however done with full on horniness but with a cheeky playfulness and a lot of gigles.
diah lifts up the skewer and bends own under to lick the whole length of the underside of the meat before proceeding to rub the sides with her pouty lips. lia amazes me by throwing her head back to deep throat almost half the skewer. has a sate ever been taken into such small mouths more erotically or more seductively?
afterwards, they sit on either side of me in the sofa and watch imovies on my ipad, squealing appreciatively. by now, diah sitting to my right has her right leg draped over my outstretched legs, my palm freely running over the silkiness of her thighs. my other hand is wrapped around lia's waist, who helpfully repositions herself to let my hand slide inside the waistband of her shorts.
taken up with those silly imovie horror trailers, diah pleads with me, her pouty lips pouting even more "please! do imovie with lia and me"! i let her beg some more before suggesting that i might consider it if she gives me a kiss. lia lasciviously coos "ayyyy".
without missing a beat, diah throws her arms around me and kisses me. i draw her close to prolong the kiss and hungrily suck on those sexy, pouty lips! after i let go, diah wipes her lips with the back of her wrist and asks. still on point."you will do imovie?"
without answering i turn to lia, who with her hand on my left shoulder gets up and sinuously straddles either side of my knees. i am now staring at that porcelain smoothness of her exposed midriff. with her arms on my shoulders lia draws me to her. my lips and tongue need no further encouragement, as i start to lick and kiss her silky belly; lia sexily slithers down, hugging my face tightly to her torso and letting my mouth trace its contours over the lacy boobtube as she sits down on my lap, cowgirl style. she offers to my eager mouth first her left tit and then the right.
not to be left out, diah climbs on to the sofa on her knees and wraps my right arm around her waist. my hand reaches for her spectacular ass, squeezing each of those magnificent orbs.
still writhing sensously on my lap, lia is visbly turned on by my tonguing her perky tits. she lifts up my face to kiss me passionately. as i rub her tiny mound i feel the heat of her crotch. lia bites my lower lip and then runs her tongue over it. i too bring my tongue into play and lia eagerly opens her mouth to receive it.
outside, rain is falling down in buckets on sinners and saints alike; inside, the two young things wrapped around me are taking me to seventh heaven. at that point, i was blissfully ignorant about the disastrous curve ball fate was about to throw at me!
customary apologies for the quality of the ipad photos!
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