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Special request: How I met my 'keeper' gf...
A bro asked about how I met my present Indo gf...here’s the story...I think telling it as a story will take the edge off a little for me since she is my gf now...I don’t want to feel like I’m kissing and telling too much...oh...also, I will censor the sexual parts to preserve her dignity...so those hoping to read about full-on sex may be disappointed...after all, this is about how we met and not about our sex life...
I’ve never tried writing a personal story before so please bear with me...if the response is good...I may write more ‘juicy’ accounts of my meetings with other women...in another forum of course...
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It was a very pleasant Sunday morning ...I just had my usual breakfast at my hotel restaurant...I arrived in Jakarta yesterday lunch time and worked late into the night...now that work is completed, I was wondering if I should call for a massage or go hunting....
A massage will take up 2 hours...very pleasant but kind of a waste on such a nice day. Going hunting is always nice but since I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon, this does not leave me with too much time to manoeuvre. Maybe get a massage then watch an in-room movie and go some place nice for high tea and have some me time. Then spend the evening chatting with my present two local gf to set myself up for 10 days' time...when I shall be back for 6 days.
The cute waitress came by to collect my plate...and also poured me some more coffee...damn, she is getting cuter every time I stay here...might be my imagination but her skirt is a lot shorter today than usual...hmmmm...wasn’t that top 2 buttons fastened before? When did they come off?? Woah...she's bending down to pour coffee??.....Warning...cleavage alert....
My lips were speaking to her about something but my eyes were fixed down that wonderful valley leading to her belly button, I think...can’t quite see that far down...too shadowy...nice B+ assets, wrapped up like presents just for me...swinging just enough to be sexy...hmmmm....her nipple should be around there...no...there...errr...there...
Huh? She asked something...Apa?? Shit, I must look like a real dickhead now...
To cover up my lack of attention paid to above her neck line, I pointed at my coffee and said: sugar please. (Don’t try this at home folks...takes years of practice to misdirect a woman with such calmness and cool...)
Her sweet smile increased to almost a grin...and she pointed to the side of my coffee cup...there sat 3 packets of sugar...na bei...this girl is a magician, where did those come from??
Ok, even with years of practice, when my face wants to turn red, I cannot stop it...shit...
She was looking me straight in the eyes...still smiling...hips cocked to one side...
I felt the beginning of sweat on my forehead....and was surprised at my own speed of recovery...in my best broken Bahasa and my most manly-manja voice: you won’t put them in for me?
She rolled her eyes in the cutest manner...then put down the coffee pot she was holding and picked up the packs of sugar...another customer walked by and she had to scoot closer to me...her soft and sexy-as-hell bum nudged me on the right arm and shoulder...AND....she left her butt pressed there after the man past...
I needed to send an immediate instruction to my arms and hands...NO autoroam...abort abort...this is only a system test...I say again...no autoroam...
I didn’t even know when she finished pouring the sugar into my coffee...she’s already stirring, my coffee, amongst other things...
To get back on track...I said: What did you ask me?
She asked again if I wanted milk...I stared at her chest region again...you have no idea how much I want milk sweetheart...but my head only nodded...
Just to be clear...I love staying at this hotel and I've stayed here on and off for over 2 years...the staff are very friendly and I get pretty much the VIP treatment, especially from the ladies...so I had vowed to never shit in my own backyard...finding women is easy compared to finding a hotel I am so comfortable in...anyway, most of them had seen me bring various ladies back on different nights and trips so they all must know my true colours by now...no reason to corrupt a whole other set of hotel staff...right?? Of course right!!
Damn it...I hate it when I have to deny myself...
Even as she walked away, her arse moved in such poetic rhythm...pure magic...one day...I promised myself...one day...that arse is going to be naked and backing itself onto my erection...but I need to find a nicer hotel first!!
As I sipped my coffee...I realised that the massage is not going to happen...the massage I get is the clean and strong type...but the oil and masseuse will create havoc to my body today...better give it a miss...don’t need to be naked in front of another, slightly less cute but cute nonetheless, woman and not be able to do anything about it...perhaps a massage later before I go to bed...good masseuse is like good hotels, very difficult to find.....haiz...so hunting it has to be then...
To those reading and cannot understand why I am such a bastard to go out hunting for innocent women for our mutual sexual pleasures...I hope this passage explains the chain of events...I do NOT have a choice, you understand?? Life forces me into such antics...I was happy to get a quiet massage and watch a movie...but...life had other plans...Don’t blame the man...blame circumstances...
(To be continued)
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