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A Trip to Singapore Ch. 01

By: BenLong



Do you believe in fate? That some things are just meant to be? For the most part I don't, I believe that "luck" is the product of opportunity and planning; lucky people seem to have made the right moves beforehand that leave them in a position to achieve what they want. But, every once in a while something happens that leaves you wondering.

I guess there are always those things that if you could you would do over again. Things that you've done that if you just didn't have to face your family, co-workers, or society wouldn't be that bothersome. It is what others tell us we should think or do that is the basis of all "morality". How many women have fantasized about turning a trick, getting paid for sex? How many women have fantasized about being raped, forced to have sex? Being a stripper? Doing there father, or brother in law? How many men have dreamed of being a porn star, or at least having a threesome? And of course, we, at least most of us, never do. Driven by society and the need to conform, driven by morality. 

But – if the time were right – we know we just might do those things. 

Bridgette and I shared these things, these ultimate fantasies, and everything else over the years. We also shared our favorite positions, what we liked to have done to us or to do to our partner. By the time we finally met, some years later – she'd been my fantasy lover, and my cyber lover, for quite some time. Sometimes our cyber sessions seemed to overcome time and distance, other times they were just sex. We agreed it would be fun to actually meet, but our meeting came about totally unexpectedly.

My work over the last 10 years has taken me all over the United States and to every continent except Antarctica, but primarily to the US. About 6 years ago I changed how I do business, and now haven't been out of the States since 2001. I've about had my fill of long distance travel and pretty much I've turned it all down, at least until a surprise phone call earlier this year. A company I haven't worked for in several years called me, wanted to know if I could help out for a month or so. I was about to turn them down outright, when they happened to mention Singapore. Suddenly I stopped, listened, and before long, I found myself agreeing to go to Singapore.





I e-mailed Bridgette, and told her I was thinking of having an affair with someone I'd only ever met on the internet, and what did she think about it? She responded that she didn't think it was a good idea, that after all this person really was a stranger and there was no guarantee that she was anything she claimed to be. She gave me all the reasons why I shouldn't meet this woman. And then she added, there was no way "she" would ever do it unless it was someone like me that she was pretty sure after all this time that I was who I said I was. 

I sent her back an e-mail that said "So you'll meet me?"

In her return mail she admitted that she hadn't put two and two together at all. She'd thought I'd been talking about someone here, and wanted to know if I was serious. I told her I was, that I was going to be coming to Singapore for work, and that I'd have weekends and some evenings and possibly some more time to meet her. I said "Don't be mislead – if we meet, if we like each other, know in advance I intend to be your lover. I'm not going to spend days wooing you, we both know we're attracted to each other. If you want to be seduced, just say yes. If not, just say no – and I'll take you to dinner and meet you once then say goodbye." Her next e-mail was a three letter response.

Suddenly this internet lover had the probability of become a real lover. Never in my life had I set out to seduce someone that I already knew was willing and wanting. Never had I set out to make love to someone that had already spilled their most intimate desires. I already knew some of what turned her on, some of what she fantasized about, so now I had to figure how to make our mutual fantasies come true. I began online shopping, searching for lingerie and toys and clothes and trinkets. Every sex website was open game, and gradually I began to accumulate "presents" to take with me.

I arrived on late Wednesday night in Singapore. Of course I was out of kilter with the local time, didn't sleep well at all, and by the time Thursday evening rolled around I was ready to go to bed. I called Bridgette for the first time before I did, and she gave me instructions on how to get to her the following evening. I would meet her after work, so we met downtown. 

I wasn't sure I'd know her or not, but was pretty sure I knew her immediately when I saw her, recognizing her from her picture. She was facing the other way, I saw her as I was walking toward her and evaluated as I approached. Taller than most women in Singapore, she easily could pass for a model. Long, lithe, legs that ended in a gorgeous butt; as she turned I could see it was her entire body that was gorgeous. I hadn't known exactly what to expect – was she what she said she was? I'm sure she had the same thoughts about me. She was looking around, checking out anyone that might be me, and finally as I approached our eyes met. I kissed her hand, then pulled her to me in a hug, then released her holding her hands. Her voice - so different than my mind had imagined - but yet a perfect match to an enjoyable body. I sensed her nervousness, but the longer we were together the more at ease she became. Talking with Bridgette was like talking to an old friend. After nearly two years of "talking", we already knew each other although we'd never heard each others voice. We talked through before dinner drinks, through dinner and sat and talked for maybe an hour afterward. When I suggested that we go to my hotel, she blushed but readily agreed. 

It wasn't just a strip and fuck, I already knew she was somewhat shy around a new guy, so I made sure to take the time to let her relax. She said that she felt dirty and was still in her work clothes and really wanted to clean up. I told her the suite had a large Jacuzzi tub and I'd start her a bath. After I got the bath full, complete with bubbles, I left her for a few minutes. I heard her get undressed and climb into the bath. I took my own clothes off; when I was naked, I knocked on the bathroom door to announce myself, and walked in.

Bridgette was in the bath, hidden from view by the bubbles. I was naked – no doubt about it – here I was in all my glory. Although I wasn't hard, I wasn't flaccid either. Her eyes looked at me, my cock, my face with a touch of surprise. I sensed her shyness, and then the sure boldness of "I'm about to have an affair." 

"I thought maybe you'd like someone to wash your back." I didn't expect a response, just climbed in by her feet. She pulled her knees up, her feet between my legs as I slid down with my legs to the outside of the tub. I pulled one foot up into my lap and began to massage her foot. I wasn't pulling her foot to my cock, but as I massaged her foot it would occasionally touch me, and each time it did I was harder than before. I switched feet and as I pulled her second foot to me, she let her first one slide down across my cock, her toes tracing around its form. 

We talked while we were in the bath, flirting where none was needed, but I was in no hurry. When I was done with her feet, I had her turn around and sit with her back to me. I took a wash cloth and washed her back and shoulders, arms and reaching around washed her chest, feeling her breasts for the first time, even before I'd ever seen them naked. Firm B cup breasts belied the fact of two kids. I let the cloth go in the water, and now holding her to me began to kiss her neck. My hands roamed over her breasts and belly, her nipples hardening to my touch; her backside resting against my cock. I moved my hands and arms from over her shoulders to under her arms, letting my hands work south until I found her pubic hair and finally her clit. Her moan when I touched her was all it took to let me know she was enjoying this, and all too soon her legs clenched together and she grabbed my hand, shuddering in orgasm. 

I let her come down from her high, cuddling her from behind, my still hard cock resting against her backside. When we were ready to get out I had her stand on the bathmat and dried her body from head to toe, pausing to kiss her nipples for the first time as I worked her body dry. Dropping the towel, I swept her off her feet, her arm went around my neck and I carried her in my arms to the bedroom. Laying her on the bed I covered her body from head to foot with kisses. Her belly button, her nipples, her knees and toes, I kissed and sucked her body from top to bottom. I kissed her nose, eyes chin and cheeks. I smelled her hair, then moved to her breasts, kissing the sides and top and bottom of her luscious globes until I reached the brown little nubs at the middle, pausing longer this time on her nipples, feeling them grow in hardness to my tongue. By the time my tongue reached her nether regions she was writhing in arousal again. When my tongue finally found her nectar, it was only moments before she came a second time. I allowed my tongue to rest on her clit, feeling it throb with orgasm. As the throbbing subsided, I withdrew my tongue and crawled up beside her, putting my arms around her and holding her close. She sighed and snuggled in, eventually, despite my cock being rock hard, we both fell asleep. 

I awoke, knowing not how long it had been. It wasn't the lights that were still on that had awoken me, but Bridgette's mouth that was now returning to me the ecstasy that I'd provided her earlier. I'd withered in our sleep, but her obviously skilled mouth returned my cock to its previous splendor. Once she had me hard again, her mouth traversed my body, from cock to belly button to nipples, working her way to my mouth, her body gradually climbing on top of mine. We were soon coupled in our first fuck, her long brown hair tickling my face as her hard little nipples tickled the palms of my hands. Slowly at first, her methodical rising and lowering of her pussy on my cock brought me closer and closer to my first orgasm. When my cock finally spewed its contents into her womb, she didn't stop her motions but intensified them, continuing her work for another minute or two, her breathing getting more ragged and less controlled until finally she gasped and quivered, and collapsed against my chest. Slowly her pelvis rose and fell, milking my cock of its last hardness and pleasure, until she totally relaxed against my supine body beneath her. This time when we fell asleep, it was morning before the wake up call awoke us. I had to work, even though it was Saturday, but we did it again before I left.

A Trip to Singapore Ch. 02



From the beginning, the sex was good. All the time spent together on the internet paid dividends. I knew how she thought she liked to be touched, I knew what signs of arousal she exhibited, she knew what I liked and tried to please me, Saturday night was more of the same. 

She met me at my hotel, no sooner than the door had closed than we were tearing each others clothes off. I felt hot and sweaty from my days work -- she didn't care. Her mouth was all over me, kissing my neck, my mouth, sucking my tongue -- sucking my nipples. I pulled her shirt and pants off, releasing her breasts from her simple white bra, and sucking her nipples into my mouth. I walked her back to the chair where I pushed her onto the back and didn't bother to remove her panties. Pulling them aside, she pulled me by my cock and I slipped easily into her sweet pussy, she was wet enough that there was virtually no resistance. We fucked there, with me standing, Bridge sitting on the back of the chair, her legs wrapped around me, pulling and holding me deep inside her love tunnel. After we came we held each other, I slowly moved inside her, cum dripping out and falling on the floor, until finally my softened cock fell out. We went in and climbed in the shower where I washed her body from head to foot -- kissing nearly every inch of her dripping body while I did so. Afterward, she washed me, and although she didn't kiss all over my body, when her mouth passed by my now re-hardened cock she gave it a quick kiss. 

When I began to shop for Bridgette, being a typical male, I had no idea what I wanted to get her. I searched on the net -- found Victoria's Secret and Fredericks, Wicked Weasel and other sexy bikini sites, lingerie and clothing sites. I got ideas and then continued searching for erotic, exotic clothes. I got lots more ideas, but it didn't all come together until I visited the local mall. Thinking I'd look for a ladies clothing store and beg for help, I found exactly what I was looking for. Being one that normally visits the mall maybe once a year, I'd never realized there was a Fredericks and a Victoria's Secret store, but there they were. Once inside VS, on a weekday morning with virtually no one else around I found myself greeted by a more than pleasant to look at young lady. When she asked if she could help me, I told her yes, that I knew what I liked but didn't know how to proceed. 

I explained that I was planning a sure-thing seduction, and when she looked puzzled, I told her the truth - that I had a girlfriend I'd never met that lived in another country, that from her descriptions of herself and her life she had been constrained in everything she'd ever done but wanted to break out and experience life; that I had to go to work in her country and she'd already agreed to meet me knowing that at the very least we were going to have an affair -- but it was going to be a sure-thing seduction. I told her I had a few ideas of what I wanted, and the results that I wanted. I was looking for things that would allow a normally conservative woman to exhibit her sexuality, to feel that all eyes were on her, to make her feel wanton. I knew I wanted a few things, I wanted a shelf bra and something to wear it with; I wanted a "little black number" with a plunging neckline that would be worn braless; I wanted some thong bikini underwear; I wanted some bedtime lingerie; and I wanted some help to fill in the gaps between. I gave the sales girl the list of measurements and we were off and running. Between both stores I found everything I wanted and more. 

Bridgette, as it turns out, was virtually the same size as the VS sales girl. At 170 cm, she's tall for an Asian, but pretty average for an American girl. I showed her Bridgette's picture, she said that was a big help as it showed Bridgette's skin color. The sales girl knew her colors, gave me a list of colors that would be best for Bridgette's skin tone, and she knew how to pick what would look good from my descriptions. I found the only thing that I'd missed was shoes size. A few days later I asked Bridgette what size shoes she wore, and went back to the same sales girl with the information. She helped me shop for shoes, and I had a complete sexy wardrobe to take to my conquest to be. Some internet shopping to buy a few things that I hadn't found locally and all that was left was to travel to Asia and meet my new lady friend.

When we climbed out of the shower, Bridgette was putty to my hands. We got dried and as she started out of the bath I pulled her to me, kissed her mouth, and then picked her up. Her legs naturally clamped around me, and I walked her over and sat her on the counter. "Do you trust me?" I asked. She nodded in reply. I had my hand between her legs, stroking her pubic hair. I asked her if she'd ever shaved before, she said she hadn't and I told her I wanted to shave her. At first she was hesitant, but finally she agreed to let me.

Setting right there on the counter I got some shaving cream and a new razor and lathered her pussy hair up. I took my time, careful not to nick her prize, and proceeded to shave her totally smooth. By the time I was finished her lips were glistening with moisture, and when I looked up, her nipples were erect again -- Bridgette was visibly aroused. I cleaned the remaining soap from her pussy with a washcloth, then knelt between her knees and licked, using just my tongue on her pussy and clit until she writhed uncontrollably in orgasm. 

So far Bridgette had always dressed in a typical conservative business fashion. Although she'd had lacy panties, they'd been just a standard form; her bra had been a plain, white, lined model. Her clothes not revealing, but yet her form revealed itself. After I licked her to orgasm in the bathroom, we walked naked back to the bedroom and I opened the drawer to reveal the first of several outfits I gave her over the next couple of weeks. 

As we had evening plans that night, it was the "little black number" with the neckline that plunged to her belly. The folds of material covered her breasts completely, as long as she didn't move too fast and let the material twist. I pulled out a matching black lace tanga panty for her although I considered asking her to go pantyless. I figured I was pushing it, as it turned out I was. Once she put on the dress, she kept saying "I can't go out like this!" I kept telling her she was stunning and looked marvelous. When she tried on the shoes we'd picked out, she found they were probably a half size too large, which considering that everything else fit like a glove wasn't too bad. I just let her protest -- and after a while I was pretty sure that she would wear what I'd brought her, despite her protests. She went into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup while I got dressed. When I followed her in, she had taken the dress off and was standing in only her shoes and tanga, which didn't do much to cover her gorgeous bottom. I just stood looking at her body, both the front through the mirror and the backside directly. I thought "Damn --did her ex-husband make a big mistake or what?"

A wonderful evening, dinner, entertainment, a walk -- what more could there be? Sex? Oh yeah, but that was later. Everywhere we went, Bridgette was a head turner. She was hot -- without a doubt. Later that evening we were standing by a fountain and I pulled her to me to kiss her and discovered an unexpected benefit of the dress. The deep plunging neck gave me easy access to her breasts. Slipping my hands inside the cloth I could either cup her breasts or slide the cloth to the side leaving her bare breasted in front of me. I glanced around, at the moment no one was there so I slipped it clear off, then holding her now exposed breasts with my hands rubbed her nipples with my thumbs. She didn't stop me, but when another couple walked around the corner I pulled the cloth back in place and they were none the wiser. I started to suggest we call it an evening, when she said "take me back to your room". She didn't have to ask twice.

I tried to please her, and altogether it was a memorable, pleasurable evening. 

When I awoke, Bridgette was asleep beside me, lying on her side, her beautiful ass beckoning to me. I ran my hand over her bottom, and soon she was awake also. I had her move onto her hands and knees, entered her from behind and soon she was cumming again. With my lust from the night before somewhat slated, I slowed and paced myself and I soon had her cumming a second time. She stopped me and had me lie on my back and climbed right on top. She was now paying attention to me, milking my cock with her pussy while I fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples. She was good, but I was determined not to come before she did again, and amazingly I did. I could feel her getting wetter, her motions becoming more urgent, trying to get me to orgasm, and when I was about to come I could tell she was also and reached for her clit. All it took was a touch and she orgasmed for a third time - I raised my hips, forcing my cock as deep into her as I could as I emptied my balls into her. 

Bridgette collapsed against me, her head resting on my chest. We fell asleep with her laying atop me, my cock still in her the last I remembered. When I awoke, the bed was a mess, as were our genitals. I stroked her hair and cheek; she awoke and began to play with the hair on my chest. "How do you do that?" she asked.

"Do what?" I answered. 

"You just keep doing it to me and always seem to be ready to do it again. How do you do it, my husband was never good for more than once or twice." 

"Are you complaining?" 

"Oh heavens no -- I was just wondering how long we can do this before I wear out." She rolled off, cuddling in the crook of my arm. We talked for a while, then decided we were both hungry and decided to shower and get some food. 

After the shower she began to get dressed in her clothes and I stopped her. I took her grandma bra and holding it away from her dropped it in the trashcan. I took out a sexy see through bra and matching thong underwear set and had her try them on. At first she said "I can't wear these, what about my kids?" 

"You're not dressing for your kids, or parents or co-workers," I answered, "You're dressing for me." I then pulled out some new clothes for her to wear, casual but sexy, resort style, and had her try them on. She liked them immediately, and soon we were off to see the town. Bridgette showed me her city, from top to bottom. When we finally returned near evening, we immediately jumped each others bones again before getting dressed to go out to dinner. Another evening, similar to Friday and Saturday, but this time she had to leave somewhat early to get her kids from her ex-husband. 

We only got together for a couple of hours during the week. Each time there was that urgency of lust that took more time than we wanted. Each evening we were to go out to dinner, to spend a little more time getting to know each other, but instead we got to know each other in bed just a little more. And then, always too soon as far as we were both concerned, she had to return to her home and kids and another days work.

It was the third week in Singapore that the job came to a screeching halt. The gremlin of Engineering reared its ugly head, and the fix was a week and a half away. Highly unusual in my business, but suddenly I found myself with the opportunity of several days down time.

I immediately put a call in to my travel agent back home. It was the end of the day for her, but I told her what I had in mind and the next day she called me back with the options. I called Bridge and told her what was happening and asked if she could get away for a long weekend. I told her if she could, we would fly out Thursday morning and we would come back Tuesday. It took her maybe an hour and she called back -- she could get away. I called the travel agent and told her what sounded best and a couple of hours later I had a confirmation, we were off to Thailand. 

Bridge took care of her kids arrangements Wednesday night, and then joined me for a late dinner. She came to the hotel, and as we were going out, my co-worker Peter and his wife, Annika, were just outside the hotel going to dinner also. A word of hello, introductions, a mutual invitation and we all agreed to join each other for dinner. Annika had been there for just over a week, she was flying out again on Sunday. 

Peter and I have worked on different jobs together over the years. This was the first time however that I'd ever met his wife. Annika was a real sweatheart -- I found myself liking her immensely. 

I didn't say anything, but knew that Peter never lacked for female accompaniment on job sites. Early to mid 30's, blond and good looking, he always seemed to find a girlfriend. I'd talked to him before about this; he said that although he was happily married, he and his wife were often separated for several months at a time. He said he that his wife had some boyfriends on the side when he was gone, and she knew that he had girlfriends, but when they got back together -- they were a couple, but they had an open marriage and often shared with others. All in all, I thought, a fairly healthy acceptance of their life and job requirements. 

After dinner we bid them goodnight and Bridge and I started our long weekend properly -- in bed.

I pulled more of my "presents" for her when we got back to the room. Another negligee, a thong bikini which I was pretty sure I could convince her to wear outdoors, and a second one that I was sure she would wear for me -- but probably not outdoors. The first was only slightly skimpy in front -- with her pubes shaved she could of course wear anything, although it was total butt floss in back. I asked her to put it on, just to get her used to having it on. She did, and at first was adamant that there was no way she'd wear it and be comfortable, but as the time went on and I kept playing with her butt and telling her how hot she looked I knew I had her. When she put the second one on, I again wasn't sure she'd ever wear it anywhere except right there in front of me. The bra cups didn't cover her breasts, if her nipples were any larger they wouldn't have been completely covered. The narrow cloth strip barely covered her lips; together she was as close to nude as it's possible to be without being there. Although she professed embarrassment, when we ended up fucking without taking it off a few minutes later it was obvious that it turned her on. Later after we showered, she wore the baby doll negligee for me. It had split bottoms, she ended up wearing it all night. 

In the morning we packed up to leave, everything of mine plus a suitcase for her clothes. When she came out wearing the skirt and blouse I made her raise it and show me what she was wearing underneath. She had one of her new thongs on, but I told her to take it off, I had one last present for her. I opened my bag and took out a pearl thong. 

With a white lace top, the pearls did nothing for coverage, but then they weren't supposed to. She protested of course, but I told her I'd be right there with her, and nobody would be the wiser. Finally she put them on, the lace accenting her bottom, the pearls riding between her pussy lips. I kissed her and reached down -- as expected she was wet just from the thought of what was coming. She walked around the room, admitted the pearls were quite sensuous. We walked out of the hotel room and by the time we got to the elevator, she gripped my arm and told me that the pearls were making her really sensitive. About halfway across the lobby she stopped suddenly so I stopped and she told me I was going to have to wait -- the thong was too much and she was afraid her knees were about to buckle. Another pause while waiting for the taxi, she stood as still as she could, I looked over and her face was slightly flushed. She seemed normal standing in line at the airport, then another pause walking down the ramp. 

The MD-80 for the flight was only about half full for this midweek trip, and we ended up in a row toward the back all by ourselves. Bridge was hanging on my arm by this time, and once we got off the ground, my fingers found her clit and the pearls and just a few minutes of rubbing them together and she clinched my arm in relief. Once she came, the rest of the less than two hour flight was uneventful, that is until we were nearly there. She pulled my arm to her lap, and again before we landed my finger put her over the top. 

No sooner did we start moving on arrival than I could sense her arousal once again. A taxi ride, check in at the hotel and practically before the bellhop had left the room she was attacking me. Afterward as we were lying naked on our bed she again told me how she couldn't believe how much the pearl thong stimulated her, how "slutty" it made her feel being aroused to the verge of orgasm just by walking around, and how naked it made her feel knowing she had nothing covering her privates at all. 

Koh Samuai was a vacation paradise. Beaches and bars, nightclubs and hotels and restaurants and shops. After lunch we began our stay with a trip to the adjacent beach. 

Officially nudity and topless is at least frowned upon in Thailand, however nothing is ever said unless things get out of hand. Try and fuck on a public beach, you'll be arrested. Walk around naked sporting a boner, you'll get arrested. Sunbathe topless -- nobody will say anything. On the Koh Samuai beach, there were maybe twenty to thirty people spread around near the hotel, and several of the women were topless. 

Unlike some beaches I've been to -- nobody walked around topless -- but once they spread their blankets or towels the tops disappeared. On the hotel grounds there was a masseuse advertising, and when we walked by I could see a good looking lady, apparently completely nude, lying on the table, her bottom half covered by a towel, her swimsuit sitting next to it on a chair. Surrounded on three sides by drawn shades, the fourth was completely open toward the hotel. Offically nudity may have been discouraged, but they obviously had a different outlook on life than the typical American.

Bridge didn't disappoint or surprise me, she wore the "larger" thong, along with a pair of shorts to go to the beach. Once we got there, she looked around, and seeing several thongs and several topless, hesitated only momentarily and dropped her shorts. She had me put lotion on her back, and when she turned I admired her totally naked backside, except for the thong strips, as I lathered her up with suntan lotion while she covered her front herself. I had her put lotion on my back side, then we slowly toasted in the tropical sun.

It wasn't long and it became obvious the protocol was to either have a sunshade, or every 5 minutes traipse to the water to cool off. The water wasn't that cool, so after about 15 minutes I went and rented us a shade, otherwise we'd have burned to a crisp that first afternoon, whether we lotioned up or not. I said nothing to Bridge about going topless, I figured I'd let things settle out for themselves.

The rest of Thursday and Friday we sunbathed, and swam, and went shopping and bar hopping and traveled around the island. One of the bars we stopped in was a strip club and/or a brothel, as were several others that we didn't stop in. Several of the nearly naked women, all covered but wearing see through or suggestive clothing, asked us if we were looking for a woman to join us. We assured them we were fine, but when we found the price of the drinks we soon moved on down the road. It wasn't until we had found a restaurant that it dawned on me that Bridge hadn't worn her "pearl necklace". She admitted she hadn't as she didn't think she could have taken the continual stimulation for as much walking as we were doing. I'm sure she was correct.




A Trip to Singapore Ch. 02



When I'd found out about Koh Samuai, I found that it was the gateway to Mu Koh Angthong National park. A marine park, the name means "many Islands". My initial thought was that maybe we could find a way to get to an island and be totally alone, but what I found was the next best thing. The travel agent had arranged for us to travel to one of the larger islands, where it was possible to also camp out overnight. The hour long trip was made in a inter-island boat where we transferred to the local small boats to land. Typical Thai, they were little more than large canoes, with a V-8 powered "outboard" motor with about a thirty foot long drive shaft with a propeller on the end. With the shallow waters, they actually worked pretty well. 

Within two hours the day tourists were called back to the boat. With a rental tent and a small cooler for a little food, a little wine, and not much more than the clothes on our back we bid adieu to the other tourists and prepared to spend the night. There was one other couple there, a couple probably in their early twenties, from Britain. We had our tent in an almost flat location, they were several hundred meters away in another. Once the other tourists left we had the place virtually to ourselves.



A Trip to Singapore Ch. 03



By the time we had the tent set up, I was hot and sweaty and so was Bridge. One thing about the tropics, it's always muggy. I looked around, and our neighbors were nowhere to be seen. Most of the beach was visible from our camping area -- I saw no one anywhere. Bridge had just slipped out of her shorts; she was wearing the less risqué thong underneath, when I told her that I didn't see our neighbors anywhere. I said that maybe this would be a good time for her to wear the "other" bikini.

At first she said "absolutely not". I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me, kissed the back of her neck and fondled her bottom, which of course caused me to rise to the occasion. She pushed her bottom back against me and asked where I thought "they" were. I told her they were probably out somewhere on a hike or in their tent acting like teenagers, which maybe we should do too. She pulled away, stepped out of the tent and looked around. Not seeing anyone she asked if I really wanted her to wear it, and when I said I did, she said "why?" I told her I wanted her to be naughty, and sexy and hot -- and that it made me hot when she was almost naked. 

I could tell she wanted to, but didn't, all at the same time. She stood there for a minute, looked around as if to see if anyone was around, then stepped back into the tent pulling the flap closed. A few minutes later she poked her head out of the tent and looked around, then stepped out wearing the micro thong. The first thing I noticed was that her nipples were hard. So far I'd found her nipples to be responsive to my sucking and touching, but otherwise weren't normally hard.

The crotch barely covered her pussy lips, her hard little nipples barely covered by the tiny swatches of cloth from the bra. The string back left her nude from behind, and she was definitely HOT. While she'd been in changing I'd grabbed a bottle of wine and some cheese, salami and crackers and some plastic glasses to take to the beach with us. When she came out, she picked up our towels and we walked down to the beach. 

It was almost sunset; we were on the eastern shore of the island so we were in deep shadows. We set the stuff down and waded out into the water for a bit, a little over knee deep. I asked Bridge how she was doing, and she said she was really nervous as she felt completely naked. She kept repositioning the cloth between her legs, but her lips kept wanting to pop out so the cloth would ride up in her slit so the bottoms covered little more than her clit. I told her to relax; we went back down to the beach and sat down on our towels. I gave her some wine, and cut the cheese and salami. No sooner had I laid it back on the plastic bag than I looked up and saw our neighbors walking down the beach toward us.

They were dressed in shorts and shoes, she also had a bra although he was shirtless; they'd obviously been walking a trail that started and ended at the end of the beach. Where we were, they were going to have to come right by us. I said to Bridge "Don't look now but here come our neighbors." 

Bridge immediately stood up and said "I'll be right back" and headed back to the tent. By the time our neighbors arrived at my location, she had disappeared into the tent. Our new neighbors stopped and said hello and we started the "where ya from" conversation. I asked if they'd care to join us for some wine and crackers, they said they'd love to. I told them that Bridge would be right back, and when I looked up she was already walking back, now with her other swim bra and shorts -- I presumed she was now wearing her other thong -- the one that actually covered something. 

It seemed like we'd only been there maybe 10 minutes and already it had gone from twilight to nearly dark. We introduced ourselves all around, found out that they, John and Marie, weren't newlyweds, but nearly so -- only having been married for slightly over a year. He'd been to the area with his parent's years before and had brought his new wife to show her Thailand. We shared the wine, and after just a little, it was practically gone. John excused himself saying he'd be right back, and soon was -- carrying not one, but two more bottles of wine and some grapes. We shared alike, and soon we all had a buzz going on. 

The horizon over the water was turning light again with moonrise. Eventually, despite the warmth of the day, the slight movement of air off the water made it feel quite cool and by mutual agreement, with nearly three bottles of wine polished off, we parted ways. 

I was inebriated, Bridge was just flat drunk. "Wine makes me want sex" she told me as we staggered up to the tent. I asked her if there was anything that didn't make her want sex -- and after a moment she laughed and said "No." We sort of put our stuff, what little was left, away, but mostly we sort of collapsed into our tent, and began kissing and fondling each other. It took nothing to get our clothes off and soon we were both naked. "If they hadn't shown up when they did I'd have done you right there on the beach" Bridge said. 

"Have you ever made love on the beach?" I asked. She shook her head no. 

"Neither have I," I replied, as my plan began to form in my head. I stood up, poked my head out of the tent and looked at our neighbors. There was a light on in their tent, I could see shadows. I grabbed my shoes and tossed Bridge hers, and said "come on." 

Bridge started reaching for her shorts and I said "Forget those --it's dark and they're in their tent -- I'm going naked. Wear your pearl thong." 

"Just the thong?" she asked. I affirmed the decision, and she agreed. She pulled the thong out of her bag, slipped her shoes on, I grabbed her hand and a towel and we stepped out into the darkness. She stopped at the door, carefully looking around with just her head out of the tent before she followed me outside. We were slightly in the shadow of the trees, and as we walked toward the beach we stepped out into the open. The areas that had been bright and sunny during the day were now virtually bright as day from the moon, at night. The night wasn't near as hiding as I'd thought it would be, and the white waistband of the thong shown as if lit with a black light. 

We walked to the beach, where our passion finally caught up with us. As I'd found out before, the pearl thong aroused Bridge so she virtually orgasmed as we walked. We fucked and sucked until it seemed like we had sand and cum everywhere, then went into the water to clean off. We shook the towel off and dried ourselves as best we could. I again told Bridge "Come on" and taking her hand we left our towels and shoes and walked naked in the moon light to the cliff at the far end. The breeze had stopped; the sea was dead calm and reflecting moonlight -- a dreamlike setting. I stopped in the shadow at the far end of the beach and pulling Bridge to me, we kissed. Not the passion of "I want to fuck again" but just a "thanks, this is great" kiss. We held each other for a few moments, than began our walk back toward the towel.

We picked up our towels and shoes, Bridge put the thong back on, and we headed back up for our tent. Right at the narrow point of the trail where we stepped out of the shadow into the wide area and headed toward our tent, I looked up and coming across the field directly toward us, were John and Marie. I stopped and Bridge whispered, "Why'd you stop?" I stepped aside and she gasped and tried to cover herself, but there was no where to go. Still in the shadow, they hadn't seen us, but I'd seen them -- and even from the distance could tell they were also naked. 

When they got about 20 yards away, John recognized us standing in the shadow and suddenly stopped. Marie bumped into him and said "What's wrong?" 

I heard his British accent say "I think we aren't the only ones naked on the beach tonight." 

Marie, like Bridge, was at first trying to cover her breasts with her arm, but her only protection was to stand behind John, as Bridge was standing behind me, so she just gave up. I laughed and said "We beat you to the pool but it's all yours now". I took Bridges hand and pulling her along we walked right by them and said "Goodnight -- have a good time." 

They walked on by; I was right -- they were both naked too. Bridge and I stopped by the bathrooms and washed up. I checked my watch, thinking it must be midnight, and was surprised to find it was only a little bit after 8. By the time we got to our tent we were both beat, but horny. Bridge didn't want to admit it, but she was quite turned on by having been seen outside naked, or at least nearly so. After a somewhat sedate round of lovemaking -- for us -- we both fell asleep quite rapidly. 

After too many years of rising early, I awoke just before dawn whether I needed to or not. I got up and went to the restroom and took a leak and then walked naked down to the shore. The stars were just disappearing, the horizon turning orange. The water was like a mirror, no wind, just a few small waves. I went for a swim, then walked back to the tent and climbed back into bed with Bridge. She was still asleep, and in trying not to wake her I fell asleep again, only to be awakened an hour or so later by some noises. Rising and looking out of the tent I found that there was a caretaker or ranger or someone emptying trashcans and doing some minor things. Shit, I'd thought we were alone, I didn't realize that someone lived there too. So much for my thoughts of taking Bridge skinny dipping again before the boats arrived that would bring more people and take us back. I crawled back in with Bridgette again, and this time she asked what the noise was. I explained and she said she'd wondered if maybe there wasn't a caretaker on the island. 

We got up and dressed, and broke out the breakfast we'd brought along and took it down to the shore to eat. I told Bridge she should wear her pearl thong again, but she said she wouldn't in the daytime. When I asked her about the skimpy thong, she just looked at me and put on the not so skimpy one. Naked or not, she looked good and I told her so.

We ate on the shoreline, and then once again walked down the beach to the far end. We'd been there all alone for maybe half an hour, and the sun was now coming up and it was beginning to get quite warm. Although it had not really cooled down during the night, being in the sun was much hotter. We went for a swim, then started walking back up the beach towards our stuff, and as I glanced ahead I saw John and Marie stretching out towels in the vicinity of where our stuff was. As we approached, I at first thought that they were both naked, then I realized that both of them had something on, Marie had a thong, but her top was untied as she was lying face down. I wasn't sure what John was wearing, but his butt was bare although he had a waistband. We walked up to them and bid them good morning, to which they both rolled over and sat up. Marie pulled her top strings together and asked John to tie them which he did. I glanced down and could see that John's balls and penis were in some kind of a sack, tied around his waist with the strap I'd seen from behind. John said "We'll I see you two have a bit more clothing on than last night." 

I laughed and said "The same can be said for you, although I've never seen that before," motioning at his crotch. "What do you call that?" 

"It's almost a thong -- but it's called a jock sock. You know the Thai's officially frown on nudity and even topless women, but they sell bikinis and thongs and swimwear that sure doesn't cover much. I guess it meets the letter of the law." I glanced over at Marie, although she had on a top, it was nearly as small as the top for Bridgette's micro-thong. She was much more amply endowed than Bridgette, and it did little more than cover her nipples. I commented that with only the four of us there, we probably didn't even need what little we had on until the boats showed up. John said that this was there second day on the island, and that the previous morning when they'd been alone they were naked and the ranger had come down and told them that nudity and topless was forbidden so they'd put these on and he hadn't said anything else. He said they, like us, hadn't even realized there was a ranger that stayed there as his house was well secluded from the camping area.

We sat and had a conversation with them for quite some time, lying in the sun, just feeling the warmth of the morning. When it finally began to get too hot as the sun got higher, I stood up to go swimming and realized that our boat was on the horizon. We told our new friends we needed to go break down our tent and get ready to go, and left them on the beach.

When we got to the tent Bridgette was all over me, rubbing my crotch. "I want you to wear one of those" she said. I told her that was pretty skimpy; I didn't know if I had the balls to wear something like that. "Now you know how I feel," she said, "it's no less skimpy than the little bikini and you want me to wear that."

"Yeah," I answered, "and you won't wear that either."

"If you wear one of those, I'll wear the thong" she said. I looked her in the eyes, but she wasn't bluffing. "Deal" I said, grinning and holding out my hand. We shook on it. I wasn't going to go out of my way to look for one, I wondered if she would.

We gathered our stuff and took it down to the beach. The boat didn't arrive for maybe another 30 minutes after that, and we waited for all the other tourists to get off before we loaded our stuff on the ferry boats that took us out to the deeper water and the bigger boat. It was still going to be quite some time before they left so we bought some lunch and soon enough we were headed back to Koh Samuai. 

Back at our hotel, the first order of business was a shower, sex of course, and then Bridgette wanted to go shopping. We wandered through the streets, stopping at individual stores and small malls. She found some clothes she bought, really nice business type attire, and then we found a lingerie and swimwear store. We looked at the swimwear, some bikinis, some practically nothing, others full coverage one piece. Bridgette said something to the clerk that I didn't understand, but I did recognize her beckoning. I followed Bridgette and the clerk, and suddenly there they were: male thongs, and just like John had on, the Jock Sock's. Bridgette sorted through them, finally pulling out a non-descript (yeah, right) bright red one. I had no choice in the matter; I recognized exactly what she said when she told the sales clerk "We'll take this one."

When we got back to the room, Bridgette couldn't wait for me to try on the sock. It had an elastic bottom that hooked under my scrotum, and a draw string on top that basically closed the package. I took my clothes off, put it on, and immediately saw the problem. Pubic hair - everywhere. Bridgette giggled and started running her fingers through my curly pubes that were completely surrounding the sock. "Maybe we should put bows in your hairs?" she laughed. I couldn't help but laugh myself, I was pretty comical looking. There was only one thing to do, I took it back off and Bridgette led me naked into the bathroom.

She had me sit on the bathroom counter, while she rummaged through her bag and came up with a pair of little scissors. She handed me the scissors and I proceeded to trim my pubes, which to that point in time had not been cut since I had my vasectomy, as short as I could. While I was trimming, she got out the razor. She watched until everything was pretty short, then she took over. Lathering up my cock and balls, she began to shave me, holding my cock to one side or the other. Her handling of me caused me to grow until finally I was completely erect. She said nothing, just continued to stroke my skin everywhere making sure she got all the stubble off. She took a washcloth after that, and washed me to make sure all the soap was gone, then grabbing my cock like a handle said "come on" and pulled me along into the bedroom. She pushed me down onto the end of the bed, knelt in front of me, and proceeded to make love to my cock with her mouth.

So far in our relationship, she hadn't really given me a blow job, at least not to completion. She'd used her mouth on me a few times, to get me hard again, or just in foreplay, but primarily our sex had been fucking. When I shaved her pubes, which I'd done every Friday when we got together, I'd go down on her afterward, but she hadn't yet done the same to me. 

This time she made up for it. Kneeling before me, she worked my cock with her tongue and mouth, slowly, exquisitely, knowing exactly what she was doing and savoring every minute of it. Now that my cock and balls were naked, she licked and sucked my entire package, sometimes using her hands, sometimes just her mouth, but slowly working me to an exquisite orgasm. When I finally came, she didn't pull back but took me in her mouth, sucking until I quit pumping. I'd been leaning back on my elbows but collapsed onto my back, spent.

"That was nice. I should have had you shave before."

"If I'd have known you were going to do that, I would have."

That evening she had me wearing my new sock under my pants, and whenever she could she was rubbing her hand over my bottom, feeling the fit of them on my bare ass. When we finally retired to our room for the night she didn't need any foreplay to be ready to fuck -- which we did.

The following morning, our final in Thailand, was slow and luxurious. We slept in, entertained ourselves in bed before finally rising and heading off to breakfast. The buffet at the hotel restaurant was almost done for the day when we arrived. The restaurant was virtually empty; there were three women at the buffet that immediately caught my attention due to their looks. I at first thought they were alone, then realized their men were sitting at a large table in the back drinking coffee. That was only temporary as their husbands and/or boyfriends joined just a few minutes later. 

All three were good looking. The shortest one, Marisa, was Filipina, with a beautiful face and an American accent. The other two were Spanish, both of medium height. Carmen, was blond haired and blue eyed, and was wearing shorts with a tight fitting pink tank top, without a bra. The subtle bounce of her breasts as she walked was mesmerizing. The third gal, Maria, was about the same size as Carmen, but much larger busted. She had on a swimsuit bra with a mesh cover-up, and short shorts. 

We said hello to them as we went through the buffet, Bridgette began a conversation with them and before we were done getting our food they had invited us to join them at their table. They mentioned that they hadn't seen us the last couple of days and wondered if we'd just arrived. We explained that we were back, that we'd spent two days at Mu Koh Angthong camping, and actually this was our last day. We said we just planned on spending the day on the beach until we had to leave that afternoon. They said that they were planning on spending the day on the beach themselves, and invited us to join them. 

After breakfast I checked with the desk to see if we could get a late check out, and they agreed as our room was going to be unused until the following day. I made all the arrangements for transportation to the airport, and returned to the room to find Bridgette already "dressed" in the mini-bikini, and laid out on the bed was my jock sock. I could see Bridgette's nipples were hard, I wasn't sure whether it was because of what she was wearing, or whether it was because of what I was supposed to wear -- or maybe both. I didn't hesitate, went ahead and put the sock on, which immediately had Bridgette running her hands all over my ass and cupping my package. I started to rise to her touch and told her to knock it off or I wouldn't be able to go to the beach just yet. She laughed and we both put on shorts and shirts to walk through the hotel. 




A Trip to Singapore Ch. 03



There were several people on the beach, but it wasn't crowded when we got there. I went and latched on to an open cabana for shade immediately, having learned our lesson the first day, and after laying out the towels, I looked around. We were pretty much by ourselves, a couple of older couples toward the other end of the property, some younger couples in-between. Bridgette still hadn't taken her shirt or shorts off, waiting for my end of the pact to be fulfilled I guess, so I grinned and shrugged my shoulders, pulled my shirt off and stepped out of my shorts -- standing virtually naked on the Thai beach. I wanted to look around and see if anyone was looking; instead I just put my clothes into the bag and sat down. Despite my leading the way, Bridgette glanced around, I could feel she was more than somewhat bashful -- but then she finally followed suit. We were both virtually naked, on a public beach, with others around. 

We'd only been there about 5 minutes when I heard "Hey you two" and recognized Carmen's Spanish accent. I looked up; she and her husband Paul were just walking onto the sand, still dressed as she had been at breakfast. I could see Maria and her husband walking towards us on the hotel property, they'd be with us soon also. 

Paul had changed into a European style tight fitting swimsuit that left nothing to the imagination, and a tank top. They joined us, spreading a blanket out on the sand, and immediately Carmen started getting undressed. I watched in awe, almost having my mouth fall open when she nonchalantly peeled her tank top off, expose two virtually perfect breasts. No tan lines, puffy pink areolas with slightly darker nipples, she was a woman that would never need a bra. She slipped her shorts off, facing away from me when she did so I saw her beautiful naked bottom accented by the strings of her own thong. When she turned around, I could see that hers was about halfway between Bridgette's mini and normal sized ones; her pussy was covered but only slightly more than Bridgette. In reality the two of them were virtually nude.

As they got settled in, right behind them Marisa and her husband John walked up. Marisa had on a "full" bikini, and a mesh cover-up, so was really already dressed for the beach. They spread out there stuff, telling us that Maria and Pepe would be down soon. I wondered if Marisa was going to take her bra off too, but she didn't. She sat down, and in a minute or two all three girls were putting suntan lotion on each other. I took the lotion and began to spread it on myself, and asked Bridgette to put it on my back and shoulders which she did, then had me lay on my stomach and put it on my legs and butt. As I was lying there, totally naked in back except for the waist strap of my sock, Carmen said "Hey -- your g-string doesn't have any strings". 

Brigg laughed and said "he wanted me to wear this and I told him only if he dressed the same". 

"That's really cool. I like that. Honey, will you wear one if I buy it for you?" Carmen said addressing Paul. His answer was interrupted by Maria and Pepe arriving. Again the towel spreading and arranging of stuff as they got undressed. Maria had a bikini top and a scarf like wrap around her waist, which when she untied showed that she also had a thong. Folding the wrap, before putting it in the bag she reached behind her back and released her bra. Maria had full round natural breasts that would someday sag, but were right now in prime condition. Two small semi erect nipples sat on the upper side, making her breasts look quite proud. I thought "they should look proud." It dawned on me that from meeting three good looking ladies at breakfast (and their husbands) to being surrounded by four nearly naked women had taken less than an hour. 

We sat and talked for a while and the girls decided the wanted to take a dip. It was actually very hot for the time of day, and we all decided to go. We all stood up and headed for the water. As we got in, I turned around and saw that Marisa had also taken her bra off, exposing two beautiful brown breasts with almost black areolas and nipples. Like Carmen, I could tell she'd never have to wear a bra, but the lighter skin of her breasts said she had been in the sun with a complete swimsuit at least some of the time. Now only Bridgette had a bra left on, even though it wasn't much larger than a couple of band-aids. We swam and played in the water for a while, then headed back to our beach cabana. 

We sat and talked with our new, now almost totally naked, friends for quite a while. Carmen mentioned again that she really liked my jock sock, and Bridgette told her where she'd bought it. They mentioned that the beach had pretty much split into the "prude" side, where most of the older people hung out, and the "fun" side where we were. They were glad that we'd showed up, that now that it was off season there weren't that many younger couples around, although there were over the weekend. They asked about the Island park and we told them how we'd virtually had the place to ourselves, that we'd gone skinny dipping at night, and they all thought that sounded superb. We said that we'd heard that nudity and a woman being topless was frowned upon, and they said that was true, but that hotel beaches were considered semi-private and women could go topless here, but shouldn't walk around the hotels without covering up top and bottom. 

Paul said, "is it noon yet?" I looked at my watch, it was only 11:15 so told him no. When I asked why, he said "I sure could use a beer -- and I never drink before noon." 

I laughed with him and said "Well, it's noon somewhere." He answered "that's good enough for me! Anybody else want one?" I pulled my shorts back on, and Paul and I went to fetch drinks for everybody.

When we got back, the girls had all gone back down to the water, so the four of us guys were left at the cabana. I whistled, when the girls turned to look we held the glasses up so they could see that we were back and we each held our ladies glass until they came back. I sat down, watching the ladies walk toward us when I realized that now Bridgette was topless too. In fact, her thong had once again ridden up between her lips, inside her Venus cleft, so that virtually the only thing covered was her clit. She made no effort to adjust her swimsuit, and as I looked from her crotch to her face, she blushed. She turned back toward the ocean and as she sat, readjusted her crotch, but the blush had told me all -- she'd wanted us men to see. Early afternoon we decided it was time to go to lunch, so we all got dressed, at least enough to call ourselves "decent", and went and ate at the outdoor café by the pool. After that Bridgette and I bid our new friends goodbye, and headed back to our room to clean up and check out. 

No sooner had the door closed behind me than Bridgette was all over me. Horny as could be once again, showing her naked body to almost strangers, going swimming almost naked, walking with her thong pulled up inside her slit where rather than cover her nakedness, it accentuated it, had left her horny. It was mad, passionate, and hot. She pushed me back into the chair and climbed on. Soon enough our passion abated; we climbed into the shower and this time actually cleaned up. Check out, a taxi ride, a plane ride, where this time we fell asleep. Bridgette and I parted at the Singapore airport, she moving back to her world and I went back to the hotel and work.



A Trip to Singapore Ch. 04



The following day back to work, our equipment finally caught up, and now the installation and testing was behind. Although production had failed, it was once again up to the field people to bring things in on time. For the next week, we worked 12 and 14 hour days. I tried to call Bridge at night to check in, but didn't get to see her again until Saturday. Every evening we talked, only now on the phone whereas before it had been through e-mail and instant messaging. 

The first night all we could talk about was how much fun we'd had. As Bridgette said, the entire vacation she'd felt so "deliciously naughty." Wednesday night she told me about talking with her girlfriend at work, Nan. Nan was 27, single, and a real party girl. She said that although she's never been a close friend, that they'd had discussion many times, and being single had shared information about their dates and weekends. 

This time she said when Nan came by she just said, "What did you do, fuck non-stop all weekend?" When she asked her why she would ask such a thing, she just looked at her and said "Because you look like you did." She said she couldn't hold back and broke into a grin. She said she'd tell her later, so they went to lunch and she told her the whole story -- the pearl thong, finger fucking on the plane, skinny dipping, sex on the beach -- the thong on the beach that didn't cover anything -- she admitted everything. Nan was agog, saying it was the most daring affair she'd ever heard of. After she told me this, of course she said she wished we could be together as she was so horny. I promised her we'd get together on the weekend. 

Late Friday night when I called, Bridgette told me all about her day, how she'd had to sit in an otherwise boring every Friday morning meeting, and unbeknownst to her co-workers - had an orgasm during the meeting. She said that in the morning she'd been really horny and wanted to be naughty again just like the previous weekend, so she'd put on the pearl thong. She said she wore it with her skirt around the house while she was getting the kids ready, then when she was ready to go to work she just decided to wear it all day. No one else would know, and she could entertain herself all day. Since her skirt was fairly long, she wasn't worried about being discovered. When the meeting came, she sat back crossed her legs and discovered one of the pearls was resting hard against her clit. Every time she bounced her leg a little the pearl would move and tweak her clit -- just a little. She told me how just before the meeting came to an end, she just started bouncing her leg again and again until she came; in the meeting, completely surrounded by her co-workers - both male and female. She said that after the meeting she'd had to go take the thong off as it distracted her so much that she couldn't concentrate. Every movement teased and tickled, keeping her thoughts on her clit and how to come again instead of her work. She said after she took it off, she went without panties for the rest of the day -- which was also "so naughty" as she was in the work environment.

From being like honeymooners and nearly fucking ourselves raw to getting nothing for the next 4 days, it was like turning a light switch off. By Saturday we were both craving each other and although that night was good, I had to work Sunday. When I got home fairly early Saturday evening, worn out and fried, I was rejuvenated to find Bridgette in my room, dressed in a sweet little negligee that left no doubt about why she was there. It didn't matter that I was feeling dirty from work and needed a shower, she didn't want kissing or hugging -- she wanted fucking, hard and fast and furious. Soon she was on her back on the bed, her legs around my waist while I stood at the end and pistoned her until we'd both cum hard. Afterward we went into the shower and cleaned up. I shaved my beard in the shower but when I started to lather up down below, Bridgette said she wanted to shave me. We got out, then shaved each other on the bathroom counter like before. Shaving each other didn't have to be arousing, but with a little needless manipulation by hand it was. Once we were both hairless we finished each other off with our mouths and tongues.

Sunday at work Peter casually asked what I'd done the night before as I hadn't joined the rest of the crew for dinner. I told him that Bridge had come over and we hadn't gone out -- just stayed in and "ate each other for dinner". He laughed and said that was fun but didn't do much for the stomach. He told me how his wife had gone home and mentioned that she thought we were pretty nice. He said that he probably shouldn't tell me this, but that was her code language to him that we were a couple that she would like to share with. 

I asked Peter again about their relationship, and he told me that although they were married, they spent so much time apart that they both realized early on they couldn't remain monogamous and remain married. He said he'd been away from her for as long as six months at a time, and although some thought it an unusual relationship, it worked for them. He said that she had a friend "with benefits" back home that she'd visit quite regularly when he was away; and that he often had ladies that he met on the road. He always told her about them when he got home. 

When I asked about their play, he told me that it was not uncommon in Sweden, that in the old days, it was very common for couples to have friends that they regularly met and swapped with. Before television, when the days were cold and short, the nights were cold and long, that sex was the universal entertainment. He said that besides the couple on couple swapping, that they had also gone to a swingers nudist club one summer where almost anything went. 

"You swap with friends back home?" I asked, trying to figure out just how relationships like that worked.

"Not all of course, but a few. There are a some friends that we almost always share with, but with Annika and I gone so much it's not like we're getting together with them 10 or 12 times a year. Sometimes we get scheduled together at home for 6 months or more, but when we only cross paths for 2 weeks or so, being with Annika is more like being on a honeymoon."

"I think it would be difficult to tell the difference, if somebody asked you over for dinner -- how would you know it was for "dinner" -- or," I tried to think of a euphemism for what I wanted to say, but couldn't, "dinner and sex?" I finished.

"It's never been a problem, usually it's not a surprise. Most of the time it's the context. If someone said "Hey Peter, you and Annika want to join us for dinner and the evening?" It's certainly different than someone saying "Hey Pete, we're asking a group of friends over for dinner to celebrate my wife's birthday on Friday, can you and Annika join us?" Just like with you and Bridgette, we've already set the groundwork; we went to dinner, had a good time. You know our relationship, and I've already told you that Annika found you attractive. So if Annika was still here and I said "Hey Jim, would you and Bridgette like to come over for dinner and the evening tonight," what would you think?"

I nodded, thinking about it. "So Peter, what are you doing now that your wife has gone back? I asked. 

"Actually," he paused slightly, "nothing. I never go looking for anything, I just don't turn it down when it finds me." 

I didn't think it was taking too much of a risk to follow up with, "So, if I were to ask if you'd like to join Bridgette and I for dinner and the evening next Saturday, you'd be up for it?" 

He looked at me for a moment, and said "You sure you know what you're asking me?" I nodded, then told him that Bridgette had indicated after we had dinner the previous week that he was attractive, and that one of her fantasies was to have two men service her at the same time. I said that since our relationship was based upon fulfilling fantasies, this was perfect. He agreed, and soon we were back to work. 

Bridgette and I got together once during the week for a "quickie" -- if you can call two hours of hot steamy sex a quickie, but she couldn't stay. However after working nearly two straight weeks, we planned on taking Sunday off. Saturday evening Bridgette met me at the room where we took our time, got cleaned up and showered and shaved. We'd gotten into a routine that whenever we showered together we shaved each other afterward. Bridgette said she liked my cock and balls smooth, no stubble, so I'd taken to shaving them every time I shaved my chin. But we both liked the play that went with shaving, so when we showered together we'd gotten into the routine of shaving each other. Tonight when she put her mouth on me, after she'd sucked me hard I pulled her off and said "Let's save it for dessert". I did the same for her, licked her clitty just a bit -- a tease -- then told her we should get dressed while we still could. I'd told her previously that we were going out for the night and she'd told me she had a new dress she wanted to wear for me. Now when I told her she wasn't getting anymore until "dessert", she kicked me out of the bathroom so she could get dressed without me seeing. 

When she came out of the bathroom, my mouth must have fallen open. She'd gotten a form fitting tube dress that fit her like a second skin. Two white pearl earrings and a pearl necklace, were the perfect accents. Her little nipples were nubs in the bust line but other than that there wasn't a panty or thong or bra line to be seen. Bridgette radiated sexuality, and knew it. I drew her to me, kissed her and ran my hand down her back and across her bottom, cupping her ass and pulling her against me. I felt something across her hips, and asked her what it was. "My pearl thong," she whispered back, nibbling my earlobe, "All I've got on is pearls." Bridgette was horny; her demure attitude from when I'd first met her had completely disappeared. She was sexy, knew she was sexy, and was dressed to show off. 

As we were heading toward our appointment, anytime we were out of earshot of anyone else, she was talking to me about the things we were going to do to each other once we got back. In the elevator she whispered how she was going to suck my cock, how she couldn't wait to get my cock inside her. At the taxi stand she whispered how if I didn't finger her off at dinner she just might have to do herself. As we seated ourselves in the taxi, Bridgette practically sittin on me, she whispered that maybe if there was a long tablecloth at dinner perhaps she'd just have to slide under and get her "dessert" at the restaurant. She was hot, she was randy; she both looked and acted a woman in heat. 

We were right on time at the restaurant, and Peter was at the bar waiting. When we walked in he waved and said "right on time". He gave Bridgette a hug, and stepped back admiring her. "Wow, you look fantastic". 

She thanked him, and when she looked at me I said "I guess I forgot to tell you we were meeting Peter for dinner." 

"She doesn't know?" Peter said glancing at me.

Bridge looked from Peter to me and asked "Know what?" 

"I asked Peter to join us for the evening -- for dinner," I paused, barely, and continued, "and dessert." 

At first it didn't click. As we sat at the bar I saw her do a double take, looking at me with that "what did he just say?" look, that "did he just say 'dessert' because earlier when we were talking about 'dessert' we meant...." I smiled and her eyes got really big, with that "Oh my god, I can't believe it," faintly panicked look. 

We sat at the bar, small talking, having drinks for maybe 45 minutes before we were seated -- right on time. A luxurious building top restaurant, we were there just in time to see the sunset. As we were being seated, Peter excused himself to use the restroom, giving Bridgette the opportunity to ask whether she was imagining things or not. I told her it was true, she wasn't imagining, and all her "show off" self confidence melted away, suddenly she was as she'd been three weeks previously, that "I couldn't -- what would people think?" persona. I told her to relax, flirt and be herself; that Peter knew she had a fantasy and that he and his wife were players -- he wasn't going to do anything that she didn't want him to.

Peter returned and we had a very enjoyable meal. Wine, and a beautiful sunset, Peter was truly a gentleman and Bridgette relaxed and before long I could see her sizing up the situation. Cordiality soon turned to mild flirtation, by midway through dinner Bridgette had warmed to Peter and the situation, by the end of dinner I sensed real excitement. A dessert wine after dinner added to the ambiance, and when the waiter offered a dessert to finish the evening, Bridgette answered "No thank you, we'll be having dessert later." 

Peter had also come by cab. Singapore being the "fine" nation that it is will fine you and throw you in jail for even thinking of driving after drinking, but the reality is that our company preferred that we use taxi's or other transportation rather than drive ourselves. A shuttle took us to and from work, to and from airports, and in the evenings if we didn't eat within walking distance we took taxis. 

The three of us slid into the back of the small (small by American standards) cab and headed to the hotel. Bridgette at first rested her hand on my knee, but as the three of us cuddled by necessity, her hand went over and rested on Peter's leg also. It was only a short drive, in just minutes we were there. Out of the cab, up the stairs and into the lobby; we walked slowly, talking, heading toward the elevator when suddenly Bridgette stopped and pretended to be looking at something. I stopped and was about to question her when it dawned on me -- the stimulation of her pearl thong had become too much. 

When we got out of the elevator, she turned and pulled my head to her. I bent slightly and received an open mouth, tongue in my mouth, kiss. Just briefly, then she pulled away, saying nothing. I understood perfectly -- the game was on. 

Once in the room, I said I'd pour us drinks, got out a bottle of wine and opened it, and when I turned around Bridgette was kissing Peter. His hands were on her bottom, "feeling the fit" of her dress on her bottom. I said nothing, but when I walked up to them with glasses, she turned from him and gave me the same full on kiss that he'd just gotten. I handed them the wine, and taking hers, Bridgette excused herself to the bathroom. I was wondering how this was going to go, Peter and I exchanged a few awkward comments, and sat down to enjoy the wine. Bridgette had been gone maybe five minutes when the bath door opened and she stepped out. "Are you two going to stay dressed like that all evening?" she asked. 

Bridgette was standing in the bathroom door, lit from behind by the light, and was stunning. She'd put on the quarter cup bra, her breasts with hard nipples resting upon them. She had on the "tiny" thong swimsuit bottom, which barely covered anything, and over the top she had on the baby doll negligee. Walking up to the two of us, she held out her hands and said, "It's time for dessert". 

Bridgette was practically insatiable. With her help we began to get undressed, and soon we were both naked, cock's hard and ready for play. Understandably she was really interested in Peter, but it was the two of us that took care of her together for most of the rest of the night. We did it all: she sucked me while he fucked her; she rode me while she sucked him; she came again and again and again. I fucked her doggie until I came, then Peter slid in behind, his condom lubricated by my cum and her juices and continued to fuck her the same way. When he finally came half an hour later, she must have already come a dozen times. Together we fucked her until we were both spent - it wasn't enough. 

After falling asleep, I awoke early in the morning to Bridgette on top of Peter riding him again. We resumed where we left off, although with much less intensity than the night before. Peter stayed with us until noon. We went out to brunch, then he excused himself -- saying that he'd had a wonderful time, but since we'd been working nonstop for 14 days, he needed to do a few things himself. Bridgette and I ended up falling asleep, slept the afternoon away, and awoke about dinner time. We went out and got dinner, and afterward Bridgette headed for home feeling like she needed to get her kids and at least see them as she'd been gone so much the last few weeks.



A Trip to Singapore Ch. 05



We talked nearly every day for the next week. We didn't see each other until Saturday, and since I had to work Sunday again, I thought that was it for the weekend. When I got back to the hotel on Monday however, she was waiting in my room, sporting the negligee -- with the quarter cup bra which so proudly supported and displayed her breasts (and which she knew I really liked), but it didn't last long. A quick romp in the hay, and she had to leave.

Once again we talked all week, but the project was finishing up; our long hours had made up for the delays and we were only slightly behind. By Saturday evening we all were ready for a day off. Bridgette met me in the lobby, and tried to talk me into going directly to dinner. It was still really early, so I talked her into at least allowing me to wash up and change clothes. We did just that and went to dinner; returning and soon we were in the shower, doing our pre-sex shave routine. I shaved her first, followed by a tongue lashing that left her quivering, then she shaved my cock and balls, getting me totally erect and playing with me with her tongue. Taking just the head in her mouth and licking, I could tell she was in a real teasing mode. Finally she had me get down off the counter, and taking my cock in hand started pulling me toward the bedroom. 

We stepped into the room, and suddenly I became aware of another raven haired Asian beauty lying on the bed looking at me. She was on her back, propped up on pillows, dressed in a silky, satiny, shorty nightie. A see through top that barely covered her breasts and a "string" bikini bottom that was nothing except strings that accenting her naked vulva left little to the imagination. She was completely shaved, except for a small landing strip. I stopped, my cock already hard, suddenly growing even harder. "This", Bridgette said, "Is my friend Nan." I looked at Nan, and back at Bridgette. She giggled, pleased with herself about the surprise, "I told her about how you surprised me with Peter and she said she'd help me surprise you too. I hope you don't mind."

Mind? Holy cow, how could I mind? Two dark haired angels, that proceeded to fulfill my dying wishes? I'm sure they were angels, as I must have died and gone to heaven. Bridgette continued to pull me by my cock to the bed where she sat down and sucked my cock head into her mouth. Nan rolled over and crawled over next to us, lying face down propped up on her elbows next to Bridge. Once she was in position, Bridgette pulled my cock out of her mouth and moved slightly aside, holding it for Nan who leaned forward and began to suckle my dick. Licking the head and shaft, sucking me into her warm wet mouth, twirling her tongue around the sensitive spot, there was no doubt that Nan was an expert and experienced cocksucker.

I reached down to touch Nan, but without forcing her to stop her sucking all I could do was stroke the hair on the back of her head or her shoulders. Bridgette was still sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Nan, and when I dropped my hand between her legs I found her pussy oozing moisture. I ran a finger between her slit, sliding across her clit which elicited a guttural moan of pleasure, then continued lower to her love canal. When my fingertip began to penetrate, she spread her legs even wider and I slipped my entire finger into her. I finger fucked her first with one finger, her eyes closing as she concentrated on my pleasuring her. When I slipped a second one in at the same time, she moaned again. I pulled my fingers out to run one across her clit again, but she reached down with one hand and pushed and held my hand where I could put my fingers back inside her, and with the other began to rub her own clit. Her eyes opened again, staring at Nan bobbing on my cock. I'd realized her pussy was sloppy wet but until then when she began climaxing didn't realize just how far along she was. Her hand gripped mine, bidding me to stop stimulating her. I did, and when I looked into her face, she looked back into my eyes with a lusty grin. Pulling my hand from between her legs, she rolled onto her back and pushed herself forward so her head was hanging over the side of the bed. Nan moved slightly to one side and Bridgette grabbed my ass and pulled me toward her slightly as she began to tongue and suck my balls. 

Nan had moved her arm slightly, I was able to slip my hand down the neck of her shorty and find her firm breast and nipple. With my other hand to Bridgette's softer, fuller breasts, I tweaked her nipple at the same time. 

Lying on her stomach Nan appeared more endowed than she really was, but her nipples were magnificent nubbins of sensuality. Rock hard to my touch, she moaned with my cock in her mouth when I tweaked them. Nan was one of those women that look much younger than they are. If I didn't know better she could have easily passed for 18. She had a hard body from top to bottom, without a pound of fat. Her breasts were firm, her ass delectable, her legs supple and later I found how she had fantastic muscle control. She had a very pretty face and longer hair than Bridge, which she would drag back and forth over my body in a sensuous caress.

I new I wouldn't last long, but when I said I wasn't going to last much longer Nan suddenly concentrated on sucking rather than pleasuring, obviously trying to suck the cum right out of my dick. Moments later I began spurting down her throat, my legs buckling. I would have collapsed if I hadn't been straddling Bridge's head. Nan took me almost entirely in her mouth, a bit of my load dripping down her chin. She took a finger, wiped her chin and then sucked the finger, looking up at me with a devilish smile. "Bridge has been telling me all about you. I see she hasn't been exaggerating."

What do you say to someone that you've never met and has just given you a fantastic blow job? 

"Oh My God" is all I said, and moved to one side to collapse on the bed. 

Right from the beginning, Nan was in charge. Without even thinking about it, Bridge and I were the followers in our lovemaking. She knew what she wanted, and went and got it. Her bubbly personality came out in everything she did; we were eager and willing participants. I was ready for a short rest, but Nan wasn't. Bridgette rolled over and slid up beside me but Nan leaned in and began kissing my neck and shoulder, working down to where she began sucking my nipple, her hand playing with my still not totally soft dick. I groaned, despite my sexual exhaustion her tongue and hands felt good and although I didn't immediately start getting hard again, I didn't get any softer either. Bridgette moved in from the other side and began to suck my other nipple.

Nan positioned herself so I could reach her then began roaming with her hands and mouth. From my cock to chest to mouth, and then on to Bridge. When she sucked Bridge's nipple, Bridgette at first looked uncomfortable but when I sucked her other nipple she gasped and moaned, her hands behind both of our heads holding them to her breasts. 

I'd soon grown hard again, and Nan wasted no time in getting me on my back and climbing on. At first I wondered whether it was that she'd never had kids or that she was just naturally tighter than Bridgette, then as she moved on my cock I felt the pressure ebb and flow as she milked my cock with her pussy. She had Bridgette move up and sit on my mouth. Facing my head, with my eyes open I could see Nan's hands fondling Bridgette's boobs at the same time she was milking me with her pussy.

Nan was good. She controlled me as if she had a keyboard on my body. She'd work my cock, bringing me and herself to the edge of cumming, and stop her motions, leaving me on the brink and reach down and rub or tweak her clit and have an orgasm. She'd then go concentrate more on Bridgette, rubbing her ass or tits or moving her around and either get her off or help me get her off then she'd be back working my cock again. She climbed off me and had Bridgette climb on, and then while Bridgette was working me reverse cowgirl, Nan went down on her, her mouth and tongue helping bring me to orgasm as Bridgette also climaxed again.

The three of us fucked until I just couldn't do it again, then Nan convinced Bridgette to 69 with her. Bridgette said she'd never been with a woman before, and Nan told her she'd be a natural. Apparently she was; I knew they both came again. Eventually we settled down and I fell asleep with Nan cuddled on one side, Bridgette on the other.

These two angels had proceeded to fuck and suck me until I couldn't get it up anymore. Every masturbatory fantasy I'd ever dreamt of they did. Bridgette sat on my cock while Nan sat on my tongue. Nan sat on my cock while Bridgette sat on my tongue. Nan went down on Bridgette, Bridgette went down on Nan, and they both went down on each other together. Bridgette and I sucked on her nipples, Nan and I sucked on Bridgette's. They both took turns licking and sucking my cock, I came and came again, until I could come no more. With my cock hard and numb, I fucked them both to orgasm after orgasm, and when I couldn't do it anymore, they did each other.

Sunday we were all exhausted. It didn't keep us from enjoying each others bodies more, but we were all, especially me, just flat worn out. We played all day, although not as intensely or as non-stop as the night before, and parted company that evening. Nan and Bridgette left together as once again the weekend came to an end. I went to bed even though it was still early, and was sound asleep when the phone rang. It was Bridgette. I asked her what was wrong, and she said nothing - she just wanted to thank me for everything we'd done. She told me that she wanted to come back and spend the night, but that she had her family to take care of and couldn't, and hoped she didn't mind but Nan was going to come back and spend the night with me - if I didn't mind. We were still talking when there was a knock on the door. Answering the door naked, I checked first and saw Nan outside and let her in. I went back to the phone, and Bridgette just said "I've got to go, you two have fun."

We did.

Altogether I was in Singapore for almost 8 weeks. Although it was intended as an affair -- no strings attached, no commitments, just pure mutually enjoyable sex, at least for me it turned into something more. I had to go back, my life and my job were elsewhere, and Bridgette's life and family were there. Although the time we had was fun and memorable, we both new it was coming to an end. And it did, much too soon.

My flight out was Wednesday, Bridgette made arrangements even though it was a weekday, and we spent one last night together. I packed her into a taxi while I took another to the airport. 

I've spent hours thinking about our good times, it's hard to believe she's further than a taxi ride away. Every time I "shave", I think of Bridgette. Every time I get on the computer, I look for her e-mails. I don't know if I'll ever see her again, although last week when I was talking to Peter he suggested that he and Annika would love to have Bridgette and I come and visit them in Sweden. I wonder if she could get away to meet me in Sweden?