16 comments/ 137038 views/ 21 favorites Yukiko By: G-String I look around the beach, my heart hammering like crazy. I don't know if I can really go through with this! It has been a hot though not particularly sunny day in Bali. Actually, it is late in the afternoon and the sun is going to set in the next hour or so. If I don't do this now, I shall never get another chance, as I shall be flying back to Hong Kong tomorrow. As usual, I hesitated far too long. The scorching heat coupled with the tangy sea breeze is making me drowsy. I take another furtive glance around but nobody seems to pay me attention. "Do it, you coward!" A voice screams inside my head. Timidly, I retract an elbow through the armhole then the other. With a deep breath, I wriggle the tank top awkwardly over my head, baring my milky-white breasts to the whole world for a first time! What brought me here, you may wonder? To start off with, I broke up with my boyfriend two weeks ago after catching him in bed with Fanny - my workmate and best friend at the travel agency I work with. Then I thought I needed some time by myself and booked a flight and a five-night stay at a hotel here. The first night I arrived, I promised myself that I was going to have a good time. So I wandered into a street bar. After drinking a couple bottles of Bintang on my own, a tall and very dishy Australian guy, in his early 30s, came and tried to chat me up. I just freaked out and flee to my hotel, as I was so scared of what I might be getting myself into. For one, I had never dated another man before. With my ex-boyfriend, it was love at first sight, or so I thought, and he had me literally. Shit, I was still thinking of him, even here, alone in my hotel room. Oh, sod it... sod him, Bastard! The next morning, I donned my boring one-piece Arena swimsuit and headed for the beach. The tropical sun was burning fiercely. I squinted my eyes and was surprised to see quite a few girls were baring their top. I gave each of them a good looking over. They were of different ages, shapes and sizes but no Chinese. I thought to myself if they could do it then why couldn't I, knowing that I have a younger and firmer body than those with drooping flaps, otherwise I am curvier compared with those rather plain girls, all of whom strutting out there in just their bikini bottoms. So I decided that I was going to try topless bathing, if only for once before I flew home. What's the big deal, you may wonder? Well, for me it is! Back home, I wouldn't even dare to wear a bikini on the beach. Then each morning, I put on the swimsuit, a tank top, a pair of towelling hot pants and headed for the beach on my flip-flops; sitting on the sand, waiting for the right moment when there were fewer people around, to slip off the shoulder straps, roll down my swimsuit to waist for a quick dip and then to run like hell back to the hotel, just to say that "I've done it!" Well, that moment never came. I waited and waited. In the second afternoon, just to find something to do, I had my hair braided in tassels with colourful beads at a beach stall. The girl pulled the hair so taut my scalp hurt like hell, and which almost beat some sense into me to quit trying anything silly. However, when I looked at my new hair-do in the mirror that night, I was so chuffed with what I saw that I immediately went to the beauty saloon in the hotel and had my finger and toe nails varnished in the colours of Smarties to match with the beads. Anyway, soon I learnt that there would never be a quiet moment on the beach. It was then I tried persuading myself, "What's the point of doing it if no body sees you?" But every time just when I thought I had summoned enough courage to peel down my top, I was seized by a sudden apprehension, "What if I run into familiar faces?" Then it was another day wasted. However, each night when I arrived back at the sanctuary in my hotel room and stripped, I couldn't help admiring my curvy 33B-22-34 figure that I am so very proud of. This morning, I did something daring. In a last kamikaze attempt, I left my swimsuit behind and went topless underneath a loose tank top, ever so self-conscious of the jiggling of my breasts as I timidly hurried through the busy hotel lobby. And so, here I am. I've finally done it, well almost! Now, sitting ill at ease with my knees drawn up to my chin, my arms bracing myself and trying desperately to hide my naked breasts, I look around me sheepishly. Immediately, I notice that a few guys are checking me out. I take a sneak peek down the chest and find to my embarrassment that my pastel pink nipples are protruding rather lewdly on my firm though modest-sized breasts. Then I notice a fluttering at the side of the ribcage and realise that my heart has all along been galloping at a maddening pace. "Put your top back on and stop this silliness at once!" A solemn voice demands inside my head and I should have listened to it. "Don't give it up now, you are just one step away!" Yet, another quiet voice keeps pleading from deep in my heart. So what is it going to be, returning home and be a coward and a loser, or finishing off what I've come here to do? I struggle with the alternatives; my head is going crazy. Then I seem to a decision. With a shrug of the shoulders, I lower my arms to unveil my perky breasts. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see heads are turning. Oh God, people are staring at them! My body is suddenly shaking like a leaf and my heart is pounding wildly. After just brief moments, a small group of men begins to loiter round me, ogling unashamedly at my naked breasts, sending a weird tingling through my puckered nipples; my cheeks and my upper torso become flushed with embarrassment. What now? Finally, I make up my mind. Biting hard on my lower lip, I raise myself on my knees, slip my fingers under the waistband of my hot pants and give it a push. When I get up and kick it away, I find myself standing in a sea of wanton males, in a skimpy pair of pink cotton knickers. Suddenly, everybody around seem to have stood very still and with lustful eyes are blatantly caressing over every square inch of my 24-year-old body. There is a sudden flutter of butterflies in my tummy and my chin is quivering visibly. "Don't chicken out now and please, don't make a fool of yourself!" I will myself forward. Wobbly, my left leg takes a step towards the sea then my right. The hot sand is burning under my soles, hurrying me on. Then I find myself taking bald strides on the balls of my feet, unwittingly adding a couple more inches to the already long slim calves of my 5'5" frame. Not bad for a Chinese girl, I keep reassuring myself. There are still a good 60 yards to the sea. I march forward as calmly as I can manage under the circumstance for a dozen more paces, feeling the gentle swaying of my up thrust breasts, wearing a smile of false confidence, yet at the same time enjoying the warm sun and men's hot stare on my pink flushed bosom. More heads are turning now. Suddenly, people are pointing cameras at me and my resolve crumbles. I raise my palms halfway, thinking of shielding my breasts and making a dash for my tank top and I almost did. Instead, I break into a sprint for the sea, instantly feeling the bouncing weight of my naked breasts and the rippling of muscles over my butt; my heart is knocking crazily inside my chest, my face is burning with embarrassment; colourful beads on my tasselled hair are flying and beating painfully on my cheeks. I can hardly breathe and my head is spinning round and round. As if by a miracle, I make it to the water! And when it reaches about mid-thigh, I can wait no longer and dive into the surf, swimming out hard for about 20 yards. The piercing cold water sends a shock through my system but I have never felt so exhilarated before in my life. "I've done it, I've done it... Oh, I Love It!" I hear myself laughing and yelling. I look back to the beach to see my admirers are lining up at the edge of the wet sand, straining their eyes to see more of me. Well, can't disappoint them now, can I? I flip over to swim on my back, knowing that under the lowering sun my hardened nipples are going to glisten like pink beacons every time they break surface. I hope the crowd enjoy the show while it lasts. After a few more minutes of shameless display of vanity, I flip over again and swim out to the sea to enjoy my new found freedom, sensing the caresses of seams of warm and cold currents on my naked breasts, forgetting about everything else. By the time I swim back, dusk has completely set in and the beach is mostly deserted. I retrieve my gears and head for the unattended shower stands. Under the dim light of a tall lamp, I rinse sand from my body and begin to dry myself with the small towel I took from my hotel room. I notice a gang of locals are sauntering my direction. That should sound a warning bell but it does not. At a distance, the bar down the far end of the beach is jam-packed with holidaymakers. I can hear the laughter and the occasional clinking of the glasses. About a quarter of a mile or so further down, I can see the specks of lights from my hotel. What can this gang do to me? I am still in a state of euphoria, from flashing my breasts just a while back. Now, I have a strange urge to do it again, slowly this time, to tease and prove to myself that all men find me sexy and desirable. They stop at some twenty paces from where I'm drying myself and begin murmuring to one another. There must be over a dozen of them, all male, from their teens to probably 40s. My body is already tingling all over with anticipation. I take a deep breath to calm the nerves and begin my wicked show - drying my breasts slowly and very tenderly with the towel, my nipples erect rather obscenely before my audience. Raising a breast, I pat lightly under it, letting it bounce back then repeat with the other one to show these men just how supple my twin mounds are. They are moving closer again, stopping just 10 paces from where I am and are sniggering with each other in a dialect that I do not understand. My breath is getting heavier, almost panting now. I slide the towel down to dry my flat tummy, suddenly realising that my panties has become completely transparent when wet, leaving the small pubic patch inside, that I painstakingly waxed just before I left home, clearly visible. Oh god, I am showing more than I am prepared to! What I also realise is that my pussy is now throbbing in spasm and is soaking wet from the excitement of standing virtually naked in front of these men. Well, I don't know what has gotten into me. Perhaps, something just snaps inside my head; my modesty has completely deserted me. Acting nonchalant, I sling the towel over a shoulder; hook my thumbs under the sides of my soaking wet knickers, quickly slipping it all the way down, then stepping out of it and leaving it on the tiled floor. My heart is now pumping so fast I have a feeling that I'm going to be sick. For here I am stark naked flaunting my body in front of a crowd of total strangers. There is no turning back now. Anyway, after tomorrow, I shall never see any of them again and nobody will ever find out. A strange calmness descends over me. With a mischievous grin, I look them one by one in the eyes; enjoying the effect my body is having on these hot-blooded Indonesian natives. Without even thinking, I spread my feet to about shoulder-width, raise my arms, thrusting my breasts out proudly and begin to blot-dry my tasselled hair, giving my audiences ample opportunity to take in every curves, every little details of my lithe yet muscle-toned body. I just hope that they do not notice I am in fact shivering all over. A handful of them come even closer and are now almost within arms' reach. Exhibitionism is so addictive I just can't stop myself. With a smirk, I raise a slim foot and rest it on top of a concrete block at knee high to my right, spreading my thighs wide open. And meticulously I begin to dry my pubic fluffs, pulling at the short curly hair and pretending to sort out entanglements that are not there. My legs are in fact turning to jelly with this shameless display. Still, this cannot satisfy me! This is my last night in Bali. When I fly home tomorrow, life is going to be boring again. I crave for doing something outrageous. With my colourful fingernails, I spread my pussy lips apart. There is a big commotion when the rest of the gang closing in and forms a semi-circle right in front of me, some of them squatting, all trying to get a better look at my sprouting red love-lips. They are so close I can feel their hot breaths on my pussy! I sense a heat surging to my pussy and as I splay my inner flaps apart, droplets of my arousal gush out and roll down the inside of my thighs. Even under the dim light, I can see my nectar glistening down mid-thigh. I grab the towel and swipe my love juice from the tender flesh of my inner thighs then try to dry my love-lips, which is futile. My pussy is leaking profusely, as if it is trying to drown out a fire that has been burning deep inside me. I am getting so excited that I have become careless. The towel accidentally scrapes over my engorged clit and it makes me jump. "Ouch!" I gasp, my legs suddenly give and I stumble. The guy on my left catches me in time. I shudder as a hot palm cups under my left breast; my heart misses a beat. When I look to my left, I see a moustached guy pulling a lopsided grin at me. He looks around 40, not tall for a man, at about my own height, bare-chested, with a small beer belly, not particularly good-looking but with a chubby and boyish face. I try to free myself but he begins to tug and roll my left nipple with his thumb and forefinger. And I suddenly hear funny gurgling noises in my tummy. "Oh! Mmmmmm..." I let out a long whimper. My knees buckle as I find myself leaning back against him, my neck resting on his shoulder. I shut my eyes, not believing what is going on. As if on cue, so many pairs of hands are suddenly roaming all over my body. A wet tongue lashes roughly across my right nipple before a pair of moist lips closes around it and begins to nibble at the now throbbing hard nipple. I feel suction and a quarter of my perky breast disappears into a wet hot cavern. "Ayeaah," I gasp, "Ohh!" I sense a hot breath over my left cheek and I flick my eyes open. The guy with the moustache is trying to kiss me on my lips. Summoning all my strength, I push him away. And as he steps aside, I find myself falling back. However, powerful hands grab me. Strong grips come under my depilated armpits, either sides of my slim waist, inside of my thighs, behind my knees... Effortlessly, they lift me off the ground; spreading my legs wide open before landing me onto the damp towel and holding me on the tiled floor. With their spare hands, they continue to fondle my body; a few begin groping roughly at my breasts. I am suddenly truly scared! I crane my neck and find to my horror that the moustached guy has removed his pants and is kneeling between my splayed thighs, nursing a hard-on. "No! What do you think you're doing?" I shout at him and try to wriggle myself free but a hand is quickly clamped over my mouth and grips tighten on me. Loud and incomprehensible voices are suddenly buzzing all around me. Then I feel the tip of his hard cock gliding along my wet slit, wedging itself at the private entrance of my love tunnel. I screw my eyes and almost die with shame. Desperately, I shake my head to tell him no but it is too late. There is a sharp thrust, aided by my free flowing nectar the moustached guy shoves his cock to the hilt in me, hitting me hard at the back of my vagina. "Aarrrh..." in shock I scream a muffled scream. Without any finesse, he begins to rock on top of me, thrusting the base of my spine painfully against the ground. His hard cock pumps so furiously in and out of me it feels like a hot iron, burning the tender flesh from my pussy, hurting me. Then comes a weird sensation on my breasts. I open my eyes a crack to find a couple of guys are kneeling either side of me twirling and flicking their tongues over my painfully engorged nipples. A handful of them are caressing or kissing my tummy, where I'm most ticklish. Apart from the four that are still holding my limbs down, the rest of them are fondling liberally all over my body with one hand and jerking their cocks with the other. I want to shout for help but the moustached guy suddenly quickens his pounding, hammering relentlessly against my pubis, poking harder and deeper inside me. Despite my predicament, I find myself getting aroused and my climax is suddenly building. The throbbing pain on my nipples spreads a strange tingly sensation all over my body. When I sense a gradual swelling of the cock knob inside me, I'm simply beyond myself. Desperately, I hold onto my breath, unable to believe what is really happening to me. Then all of a sudden, my body turns rigid as I'm hit by a colossal orgasm. "Waaa! mmm... Ohh... Ohh... Shit, oh, shit!" I squeal as my pussy convulses around the hard throbbing cock, sending him over at the same time. With a grunt he is suddenly cumming, his warmth gushes deep into me. "Oh shit, this isn't real... Oh shit, this can't be real!" I screw my eyes, shaking my head, thinking aloud. By the time his shuddering dies down, I'm still shivering with wanton desire. I sense his cock slipping out of me, but a hard one is quickly pushed into my pussy. I just groan in ecstasy. "Ohhaaahh!" I'm too ashamed to open my eyes to see who he is but begin to rock my pelvis, to meet his powerful strokes, not wanting to climb down from my climax. Something hot nudges at my lips and when I open my mouth a crack, a hot cock dripping wet with pre-cum is shoved to the back of my throat and it gags me. The thrusting then intensifies at the both ends of me. The guy in my mouth rocks so wildly that his cock slips out of my lips a couple of times but I grab it with both hands and promptly put it back into my mouth. That is when I find out that they have already released their grips on me and their hands are roaming all over my naked flesh. Their every little touches seems to send an electric current through my quivering body, leaving me tense and with an insatiable desire. Amid my confusion, someone lifts my left foot as a wet cock begins to rub and tickle at the soft sole of my slim foot. Oh God, what is he doing? I'm feeling delirious! To cling onto a bit of reality, I squeeze my lips around the cock in my mouth. I suck so hard, drawing his pre-cum, that I hear the guy hiss in pain and ecstasy. Well, I know that he is almost there and I bob my head rapidly up and down his cock, twirling my tongue round the circumcised cock-head, sucking even harder, until I send him over. "Mmm... mmm..." Timed with the loud grunts, thick whacks of cum are shot into my mouth. There is so much of the tangy stuff that I can't hold it all in my mouth and some begin to trickle down my throat. I shudder at the thought because even when I gave head to my ex - that bastard, I had always spitted everything out. As I am still pondering on this, there comes a deep thrust in my pussy. "Aahhh..." I gasp for air and a whole load of cum gushes down my throat, choking me. I quiver as the slimy stuff slowly reaches my stomach. Then all of a sudden, the cock at the other end throbs and squirts in my pussy. "HHO!" I yell at the top of my voice as another wave of orgasm hits me. The whole world seems to be spinning round and round me as bolt of lightning flashes through the back of my head. I wonder if they had practised this before; I just know that the two spent cocks are quickly replaced with two hard throbbing ones. Somewhere along, an erect and slippery cock is placed in my right hand and I just yank at it, as if my life depends on it. By now, I don't care who they are or how many as long as they keep going at me, keeping me at the peak of my climax! Yukiko Amid that hard thrusting in my pussy and my mouth, there come a frenzy rubbing and tickling against the suppleness of my left sole. A hot splutter of gooey slime suddenly coats around my toes and begins to roll down the back of my calf, trickling ever so slowly down the back of my thigh. "She's very pretty, isn't she?" Out of the blue, I hear a lady's voice with a British accent. Stunned, I open my eyes to find a young western couple, leaning against an iron railing some 10 yards away, watching the orgy at the edge of darkness. I don't know how long they have been there, but they must have seen my shameless craving for sex. "Mmm, and what a great body too!" The man says in reply. "Do you want her? Well, why don't you bloody go and join the queue?" I sense a hint of jealousy in her glib remark and am secretly pleased with their compliments. I just lay here screw my eyes shut and moan, enjoying all the attention. "Yeah, harder... yeah, mmm, mmm..." I am whimpering, begging for more, and I know the two guys poking me are about to come. However, the cock in my right hand jumps and beats them to it. A thick whack of hot spunk is splattered all over my face. I can't wipe it off as I am jerking another hard cock with my left hand. I can only lash out my tongue and scrape as much of the gooey stuff into my mouth as I can manage and it tastes delicious! Then it just happens. Two loads of hot cum shoot simultaneously into me. They don't last very long, none of them do, but that doesn't matter. It seems that I have developed an allergy for cum. As soon as a tick whack hits me, my whole body simply explodes in ecstasy. So here I am bracing myself for a new wave of orgasm. I hold on until the very last moment when I flick my eyes open, searching first for the eyes of the tall British girl, then her man and my pussy suddenly twitches in spasm, my whole body shaking violently. This time it hits me real hard, knowing that I am giving a show, that out there are people watching my every shudder, listening to my every whimper. My eyes roll in their sockets as blinding flashes strobe across the back of my head. I can't breath and fear that I'm going to pass out! Then a fresh splutter of cum hit my face and I just go berserk. "Yeeeaaaaaaaahhh!" By the time two cocks slip out of my mouth and my pussy, I'm still jerking the two in my hands, as if I'm trying to revive them. But they finally shrivel and slip from my grasps. Suddenly, things have quieted down. I have lost count of how many of them have had me but there must still be more on the line. Oh, I am so desperate for a hard cock in my pussy! A dark shadow suddenly looms over me. He drags me up and flips me over on all fours. My gaping pussy is poised in the air, waiting for his mercy. Then I feel his hard cock rubbing along my pussy folds, very slowly from front to back, when it suddenly flicks over my puckered butt hole. I squeal in surprise. "Ohh!" Then his cock knob slides forward between my wet pussy lips when he gives a sudden thrust and impales himself deep inside my vagina. I just cry in ecstasy. "Hho!" Slowly, he retreats until only his hard knob is wedged between my dripping pussy folds and there comes a second thrust, deeper than before. My pussy begins to quiver in anticipation of a fast approaching climax. "Ohh, yeah!" Again, he retreats ever so slowly until the ridge of his hard helmet grinds against the rim of my quivering inner labia. Oh, god he is driving me crazy! I tighten my grip below, holding him in my pussy. Then all a sudden, his cock knob pops out of me as it slides back and glides over my butt hole, making me jump. Oh, god! What is he doing? Doesn't he know that I am almost there? "Come on, put it back in my puss..." However, before I can finish my plead, there is a short burst from behind as his cock knob suddenly stretches my sphincter and squeezes itself through my virgin butt hole. "Arrrrrrhhhhhhhhh..." in shock and in pain, I squeal in Cantonese, "Ho Tung Ah!" That is all I can manage as a splitting headache overcomes me. I grit my teeth and shake my head in agony. I clench my sphincter in a futile attempt to block his advance. The grips of his rough hands tighten on my quivering butt as he pulls me back towards me, impaling his cock all the way inside me. The pain as his hard cock scrapes through my rectum feels a hundred folds more intense than the rupture of my hymen, just over a year ago. "No, no, no...." I shake head wildly as tears come streaming down my cheeks; my whole body is throbbing in excruciating pain. His slow retreat provides little relief, as he was only half way out before he gives another deep thrust. "Arhhh..." I grit my teeth and whimper in pain as he begins to pump through my butt with increasing speed. A vice like grip on my cheeks forces my lips open and a long slim cock is thrust into my mouth. Then the agony begins to intensify. My butt hole feels as if it is burning and my jaws ache from the synchronized poundings. Not long, my breasts begin to ache from the violent overhang swinging. It seems a like a life time and the pounding continues relentlessly until the scorching agony in my rectum gradually turns to a numbing pain, then tickling. The guy inside my mouth suddenly cum with a loud groan. But before I have time to swallow everything another cock is shoved back into my mouth and the poundings continue. The rapid stretching and rubbing of the engorged cock knob through my rectum finally turns into weird tingling and I find that I just can't breath, especially with my mouth so full with a yet another fresh splatter of thick cum. "Hmm... Hmm..." my sphincter contracts suddenly, the spasm quickly spreads through my body, my back arches, "Yeeaaaarrrrrrrh!" I cannot believe it as a huge tidal wave of orgasm washes over me, and I scream in delirium! Nothing seems real anymore! I only know that amid the shuddering, I begin to rock my butt against the guy behind me and gripping my sphincter to the rhythm of his strokes until I feel a shudder behind me as a hot spurt is shot deep inside my rectum then I finally collapse over the tiled floor, panting. There is a round of applause. Whether it is for me or for the guy who just took away the cherry of my back garden, I don't know! I only know that I am being turned over, lying on my back again as one of them squats over my chest who squashes my breasts together tightly around his dripping hard cock and begins to slide it to and fro right under my nose. Around the same time, I sense a hot cock knob rubbing along my love lips then slowly begin nudging itself into my pussy. "Aaaaarrrrrhh! Sssss..." I hiss in pain when he pushes into me, as if I am being impaled by a thick bloom stick. Out of shock and agony, I pushed the guy riding my breasts away. When I look down between my thighs, I find my cheeks burning with shame. For right in front of my eyes is that very dishy Australian guy whom I rudely brushed off the first night I arrived, whose cock is now buried snugly if only halfway inside my quivering pussy. "Sorry did I hurt you, Miss?" I look for a hint of mockery, but there is none in his handsome face and I find myself nodding in reply. "I'm so sorry. You're so beautiful I just can't help myself. Perhaps I better take it out." There seems a genuine concern in his eyes and I find myself melting away already as I begin to shake my head. He flashes a set of white teeth at me as I smile coyly under him. Where is my modesty? I should be so ashamed of myself! The guy who was riding on my chest tries to mount over me again but I just keep pushing him away, my eyes never leave the pair of sparkling blue eyes that is smiling down at me. After a few failed attempts, the Indonesian guy gives up and I am suddenly left alone with my new lover. "I'm John. I fell in love with you that night you walked out on me. And I confess that I've been spying on you." Again, I feel so embarrassed and wonder if he is making a mockery of me. He must be thinking what a pretentious slut I was. But there is nothing of such kind except pure lust in his eyes. I don't know what to say to him and I'm suddenly afraid to look him in the eyes. Timidly, I avoid his gaze. Then he begins to slide his big cock further into me and I find my heart pounding madly, in anticipating of our passionate lovemaking. "Hey, what's you name?" "I am Yukiko." I reply shyly. And I feel his cock twitches inside me. "What kind of a name is that? Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, it's a beautiful name but I thought you're from Hong Kong. It's just that your name sounds Japanese to me." "Yes, it is." I giggle shyly and explain, "in Hong Kong it's fashionable for us office gals to pick a Japanese name." "Well, Yukiko. You know, I've long been dreaming of making love to either a Chinese or a Japanese gal. Tonight, you make both my dreams come true." "You're making fun of me!" I try to push him away but again I melted under his boyish charm, my whole body is suddenly tingling with a weird desire. "I'm sorry. I don't mean..." there is a pause when he searches for my eyes, "Yuki..." I turn my head aside demurely as he forces his cock to the hilt through my pussy. "Oh, John... you're so big!" I shudder and clench my vaginal muscle unwittingly around his manhood at the sign of pain. "My gorgeous Yukiko! Oh God, you're so tight! Just relax, I shall be gentle." But he is not! His rocking soon gathers momentum, thrusting deep inside me, through my cervix into my womb, driving me crazy! Not long, I hear a familiar squishing noise as his long thick cock slick rapidly through my quivering vagina. I have never been penetrated so deep and by a cock so thick before, but it is such a wonderful feeling. I just screw my eyes and lose myself in this maddening carnal pleasure, forgetting where I am or who I'm with, just gripping the big cock with my pussy, panting, sweating, shuddering... "Ohh, mmm... mmm..." Not long I find myself thrashing my head about, groaning lustfully to the rhythm of his deep strokes; my fingers are crawling behind his neck, pulling at his long blond hair; my legs are wrapped around his slim waist, my heels digging behind his lean white butt, drawing him even deeper and harder into my pussy... I've never felt so full in my pussy. Then I feel the swelling of his bulbous cock head, stretching deep inside me. "Oh, Yuki, Yuki, Yuki..." he is suddenly panting as he keeps repeating my name. When the first blast of hot cum hits deep inside my womb, my whole body jerked in one massive convulsion, as I arched my back and cling tightly to his shuddering body. "Aaaaahhh, Aaaaahhh... Oh, John. Ohh... Ohh... Hho... hmmm.." After a long while, I finally begin to climb down from the peak of my climax, the shivering however remains as my pussy continues to squeeze around the semi-hard cock. "Oh, John that was so wonderful!" "No Yukiko, you are wonderful and you are the most beautiful girl I've ever met!" Then he kisses me full on my lips and I shudder with a tingling passion. I begin to think - If I hadn't rudely sent him away that first night, then... "Yukiko, you ready for the shower?" He asked after a long passionate kiss. I nod my head and sense his thick cock slowly slips out of me, leaving me with an inexplicable void! "Oh, My God! That thing of yours didn't really... did it?" I shudder at the sight of his spent yet still very tick cock that looks at least seven inches in its deflated state. John merely grins at me. He helps me rinse cum and sand from my hair, my face... We dry ourselves after the quick shower. I look around and see my pink knickers lying on the tiled floor. Someone must have treaded on it as it is now full of sand and grit and is torn. There is no way I am going to wear it again. I slipped on the hot pants and begin looking through my bag but can't find my tank top. I begin to panic. How on earth am I supposed to get back to my hotel without something to wear on top? Desperately, I search my bag again, to no avail. "Something's wrong, Yukiko?" John asked. "I can't find my top. I must have forgotten to put it back in my bag... and I have nothing else to wear. Oh God, what am I going to do, John?" I strain my eyes over the long stretch of sand. There is no way I am going to find my top out there in the darkness. "Hey, you can try mine on." He says after a while and hands a day-glo yellow garment over to me. I look at the mesh tank top and then at him. "Are you serious, John? This is see-through. I can't possibly wear it back to the hotel. I..." "Sorry love, but this is all I have." He looks apologetic. I sigh as I pull the oversized garment over my head. It hangs loosely over my shoulders and reaches half way down my thighs, much like a dress. I was right; it hides nothing - my naked slim torso, the shape of my 33B-Cup breasts and my puckered nipples are clearly visible from underneath the eye-catching garment. I look around in desperation. But what else can I wear? I begin to dread for the journey back. I look at John, hoping that he would offer me some advice. "Don't worry, Yukiko. You look fabulous in this. The mesh holes are quite small..." Well, there is really nothing else I can do. I look up at John who stands a head towering over me and wonder what shall I say to him. "Yukiko," he mumbles, "can I walk you back to you hotel?" "John, I think I'm okay..." I say as I turn to walk on the sand. A million things suddenly come to my head! "Can I see you tomorrow?" "I'm flying back to Hong Kong tomorrow, John." Even I can hear the reluctance in my own voice. If I hadn't been such a prude then John and I could perhaps have five passionate nights in Bali. "Can I at least have your address in Hong Kong or you e-mail? I think I shall have my next vacation there and may be we can get together for a drink or something." I ponder on the idea for a long time before turning to him and reply, "John, what just happened was wonderful. But, things back home is a little bit complicated. I, eh..." "It's okay. But we have something to remember, haven't we?" He sighs and pulls a mischievous grin. "Yes. Oh, John I'm sorry!" And I stand on my tiptoe and give John a long passionate kiss. "Bye, John," I start to walk away but suddenly remember, "Oh, how can I return this tank top to you?" "Keep it Yukiko, something to remember me by." I blow him a kiss and skip merrily away. After some 10 yards, I turn again and he is still there watching me. I wave him goodbye one last time and strolls contentedly toward the lights of my hotel. My heart begins to thunder again as I approach the hotel, to rejoin the civilized world. The doorman bows deeply, poking his nose just inches from my outthrust breasts, straining his eyes to peer through the mesh fabric at my nakedness underneath and I let him. Oddly, I find myself enjoying the attention. The air-conditioning in the hotel lobby hits me in full blast and I feel my nipples puckering. I check myself in the brightly lit hotel lobby. Although the holes in John's mesh top are tiny, my perky white breasts are still visible underneath. My erect pink nipples are straining to poke through the tiny holes of the revealing garment. The lobby is almost deserted but I find that beady eyes of the bellboys are already following me. It is just before 9 p.m. and I think there is time for a quick drink. Feeling daring, I saunter into the lounge bar in this revealing outfit. Most of the tables are occupied but a sudden quietness seems to descend the second I walk through the door. Then the murmurs resume and I find myself the centre of attention. Well, after the beach I feel confident that I can handle this. "Good evening, ma'am." The barman greets me; his eyes are fixed on my perky breasts. "A Bloody May, please?" "Yes, ma'am." I look around and find that the patrons are of mixed nationalities; and to my relief there are no familiar Chinese faces. At the table closest me sit an elderly couple, in their 60s I guess, with pink flushed cheeks, both being overweigh by at least 60 pounds. The man raises his glass and gives a toast at my direction. I pick up my drink to return the friendly gesture and gulp down all of it and order another one. Then I see the lady sniggering at his ears before breaking into a shrill laughter. The old man struggles to get up and steps unsteadily towards me. "Evening Mme. eh... Please excuse me. My wife and I are celebrating our wedding anniversary. We would be honoured if you would join us for a glass of champagne." He says with a warm smile but his eyes never stray from my semi-naked breasts. "You dirty old man", I think to myself. Well, with his old lady around, I think it's safe. Anyway, I too have something to celebrate tonight. "Oh, I would be delighted but only if I'm not intruding..." "Please!" I pick up my glass but find that I have already emptied the second round. At the table, he pulls the chair for me and treats me like a real lady. A barmaid quickly appears with a third champagne glass and the bubbly liquid is poured. "A toast to a most beautiful young lady." I feel so flattered by the compliment and gulp down the delicious wine. I'm suddenly so thirsty. By the third glass of champagne, I find out that they are a retired couple from Canada and they hear about my choice of a Japanese name. It is then I think he makes a cheeky remark about my attire. "A nice dress you put on there!" I think he says. "This you mean?" I raise the shoulders of the mesh tank up and let it drapes smoothly over my perky breasts, giving him a flash of the goodies hidden underneath and thinking all along "What a dirty bugger!" His wife suddenly bursts out in a squeal of laughter. "No, no Yukiko. I said you put on a nice act back there." He points through a patio door towards his back. "I beg your pardon. I must be thinking slow with this lovely bubbly swimming in my head." Giggling, I excuse my incomprehension. The champagne is in fact making me tipsy. "Ha, Ha..." his wife bursts out in yet another shrill laughter, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes before saying to her husband, "Oh, she doesn't know." "My dear lady." He says in a hush voice, "I think you better take a look out there, through the patio door." "All right..." I say thinking they are just pulling my legs. I get up wobbly to find that all eyes are on me again. My cheeks are burning hot. I have been drinking more than I should. I make my way precariously through a sea of lechers; push through the patio door, which closes with a bang behind me. The warm and tangy sea breeze suddenly engulfs me. It is very dark out here. In broad daylight, one must be able to get a panoramic view of the sea but there is really nothing to see now. Just when I think of rejoining the couple and admonishing them for playing this little trick on me, I notice four telescopes mounted on stands along the railing. I strain my eyes toward the direction of the beach and I have a sudden feeling of unease. I step behind a telescope stand and peer tentatively through the lenses. First, I only see pitch-blackness. As I continue to search, a bright light hit my eyeballs that I have to squint my eyes. I follow the light down and my heart suddenly leaps to my mouth. I find myself looking at a pair of pink knickers, my own knickers that I left behind at the shower stand! Quickly, I search through the area. Surely, there are the shower stands, now deserted. There is the railing where the young couple leaned against and watched me being gangbanged by the dozen or so Indonesians. The scene is so crystal clear under the telescopic lenses that I can even make out my footprints on the sand - at the very spot where John and I had our parting kisses. Yukiko "Oh, My God!" I gasp. I have seen enough, more than enough! My head is suddenly spinning. Through the tinted glass window, I notice that patrons from quite a few tables are looking out here and waiting for my return. The hot and humid night air is suddenly making me nauseous. I swipe my palms over my face to find that I am sweating all over. I try to arrange the mesh top to provide a bit more cover to my naked torso underneath but it was futile. I pull a straight face and step back into the lounge bar, thinking of making a hasty excuse to the couple but the lady beats me. "There were long queues out there..." She doesn't get to finish her sentence as she is again seized by an uncontrollable shrill of laughter. My face is now burning scarlet, my temples throbbing from the effect of the champagne and the sea of mockery in front of me. It is just too much. I quicken my steps through the tables, my breasts swaying lewdly under the see-through garment. Well what should I care anyway, knowing full well what they have all seen? Suddenly, someone begins clapping his hands as I walk pass. Then everyone seems to join in. I leave hurriedly, tripping over at the doorway but I keep going. I just want to find somewhere to dig a hole to bury myself. I wake up feeling woozy in the head. My body is aching all over and my pussy is feeling so sore! After a quick wash, I begin to pack my things to get ready for the airport. After a long deliberation, I reluctantly stuff John's tank top in a paper bag and leave it in the rubbish bin before stepping out of my hotel room and clicking the door shut. I am determined to put it all behind me. I keep my sunglasses on during the flight home and am immensely relieved to see no familiar faces onboard the plane. The Garuda flight lands safely at Chek Lap Kok Airport and a taxi sees me home swiftly. "Hey Yukiko, haven't seen you for a few days." The caretaker greets me at the lift lobby. "Oh hi, Uncle Wong. I've been away on vacation." "You're looking radiant with that suntan. Let me guess, Phuket, right?" Before I can correct him, his phone rings and he begins yakking away. I wave a quick goodbye and sneak into the lift. Alone in my flat, I suddenly realise how empty it is that I have thrown all that bastard's stuff away. I am dead tired and decide to leave everything until tomorrow. As I lay flat on the hard mattress of my bed, I feel a whinging pain on my back. I strip and discover a small bruise patch at the base of my spine. With fond memories, I recall the poundings I took on the tiled floor the night before. A mischievous grin breaks over my lips as I fall into a dreamless sleep, naked in bed. Comes Sunday, I do the unpacking and washing. After a bit of tidying at home, I go out for a quick dinner at a cafe nearby. On my return, I meet the guy living in the flat above me in the lift lobby. We have never talked before, merely greeted each other with a nod or may be a strained smile. So it comes as a surprise when he suddenly asks me. "Had a nice holiday in Bali?" "Oh yes, thanks!" Then we take the lift journey in an awkward silence. What a dirty bugger who keeps eyeing me all over and making me queasy. I wonder if Uncle Wong told him about my trip, but did I tell Uncle Wong about Bali? I probably did then. I shall be going back to work tomorrow and I loath at the prospect of seeing Fanny that two-faced cow again! Having nothing else to do, I begin to check through my e-mail before going to bed. There are just a handful of messages in my in-box but one in particular catches my attention. "WHAT A SLUT" it's titled and it is from that bastard! I click it open which starts, "I hope you enjoy your Bali trip as I enjoy these attachments. You pretentious bitch!" Instantly, I am flushed with anger. He never dared to call me a bitch. I am going to close and delete the message but am intrigued about the attachments, so I click open the first one. Suddenly, I am feeling dizzy. The Jpeg file shows me running topless on the beach, one breast bouncing upward on the side of a raised arm and the other one, defying gravity, pointing proudly ahead on the side of a pulled back elbow, my pink nipples were puckered; my long suntan right leg was making a big stride forward while a strained but smoothly muscle-toned calf was about to leap off on the ball of my slim and high-arched left foot. Colourful beads were flying at the end of my hair tassels and I wore a radiant smile. I looked vibrant and stunningly beautiful in the sharply focused picture but... First, I am stunned and then I am thrown into a maddening rage. That bastard had been spying on me. You Bloody Bastard! Then I notice a smudge at a corner of the picture. My heart sinks when I check it carefully. It's the stamp of one of those free websites showing voyeur photos. I remember that bastard once made me surf the site with him. Oh, My God! If my photo appears on the web then... Quickly, I click open the rest of the Jpeg files and I find myself shaking with shame and anger as tears suddenly roll down my cheeks. The dozen or so attachments are from no less than three different websites. With the exception of the first picture, all the others are hardcore, showing me skewered in every conceivable posture, some I don't even remember performing two nights before. There is no mistaking that I was being had by a big gang and was apparently enjoying it. In one, I was taken from behind while another hard cock was jammed into my mouth. Although the angle of the picture doesn't show it very clearly, but I recall all too well where that cock from behind was buried and it brings back painful and humiliating memories. Oh, Yukiko you stupid twit! What have you done this time? At the end of the attachment, there is a brief note: "I enjoy them so much that I take the liberty to forwarding them to a few friends. Hope you don't mind, Bitch!" With trembling hands, I scroll to the screen top and check through the list. When I see the e-addy at the front desk of my travel agency, my eyes roll in their sockets and a sudden blackness washes over me!