Sunday, November 18, 2007
Manila Rendezvous-Final
(Finally, the long overdue last sequel to Our Way Home on the Last Rendezvous Night and Manila- First Night)
And so we got into that large vehicle built with dark tinted windows after the jazz club. I led Ted by the hand and we made our way to the middle row of seats, leaving the first row of seats before us empty. His best friend, Sax sat in the passenger seat on the right next to the chauffer. It was a long journey home to where I was staying in the heart of the city. We must be in the outer suburbs.
Ted put his hand around my shoulder and I cuddled up to him. At times, we turned and stole kisses in the dark like high school students out on their first dates. Then I found myself climbing onto his lap and sat facing him as we continued our passionate pashing. All this while, Sax made no attempt to turn around to talk to us like how we were very interactive on the way to the jazz club. The chauffer and him had too discretely made themselves invisible from our private interlude.
At some stage, I found myself lounging languidly across the full length of the seat like the previous night, my body propped up against the window and my legs resting on Ted’s lap. I smiled at Ted lazily who eyed me lasciviously as he slid his hand between my legs and up my dress. His finger found its way underneath my panties as he inserted it into the moist private opening and began giving it pleasure. I smiled at him seductively…
Then Ted began to remove my panties and dropped it on the floor. Beaming cheekily, he hitched up my dress and lowered his head to bury his face between my legs. Then I felt his tongue doing the cunninglingus as I took deep breaths and bit my lips between moments of rising desires. As my head was still above level, every so often, my half-opened eyes wandered askance to ensure that neither the chauffer nor Sax made an attempt to stare longer into the rear view mirror than the usual required time or Sax to turn his head around to start a conversation. Rather “strangely”, I observed in the midst of my pleasure that Sax’s head was firmly glued ahead of observing the traffic before him.
Ted then pulled my dress back down to where it should sit and got up to the upright sitting position while I slung my legs down from the seat and sat up. I snuggled up to Ted and our tongues interlocked. My tongue strayed to lick his ear lobe lightly and I whispered into his ear in my helpless kitty voice, “Baby, would you like me to do the same?” Ted smiled sheepishly as he eyed me with his beady eyes and slowly, I smothered him with kisses and worked my way down south.
I found myself kneeling on the floor before him as I unbuttoned his fly with his impatient assistance. I lowered the tight elastic band of his CK boxers and freed his hard member that was all ready to spring to life. I put the hard rod into my mouth and began savouring it and licking it like a lollipop. I looked up at Ted cheekily every so often and to my amusement, I observed his facial expression as he sat in an upright position with one arm slung across the length of the seat in a leisurely manner, balancing his intervals of pleasurable moaning as he looked down at me with the forced façade of coolness or straight face perhaps for the benefit of his chauffer. He would by now have gotten a good full view of Ted’s contorted face of suppressed pleasure from the rear-view mirror. When I buttoned up his fly, I gave a laugh when I got up to French kiss him and cheekily let him have a taste of himself.
Ted began to lower me down to my lying down full-length across-the-seat position. I found him unbuttoning himself as he climbed on top of me. He rode my dress up high and penetrated me. He began pumping himself away, his body bobbing up and down from the back of the row of seats before us. Caught up in our own pleasure, Ted and I moaned away desirously as our breaths took turns to quicken. Ted started flipping me on my side as his tight and small built nimble body slid himself behind me in a similar sleeping Buddha position. He took me from behind and slipped his engorged beast inside me. He reached over to pull my dress at the front to minimise my private exposure. At one stage, I observed consciously from my half-opened eyes to ensure that neither the chauffer nor Sax was looking our ways or betraying expressions of knowledge from my view of their reflections on the windscreen. I could only detect facial expressions of “no expressions” (which probably told just as much;) )and was hoping that the loud external noise pollution from the busy traffic whisking by was more than enough to mask our mating call. The thrill of carnal indulgence with an audience within an enclosed moving environment and the fear of getting busted only sought to heighten my pleasure and excitement. I almost felt like I was seventeen again.
When we finally sat up side my side, I picked up my panties and put it on. I saw a mischievous sparkle in his eyes- Ted stood up with his exposed fly and dick in hand, he began swinging his beast away and gyrated his hips to do a debauched flash at our other travelling partners, especially the chauffer who would get a great full frontal view of Ted’s hardened specimen from the rear view mirror or possibly from the reflections of the windscreen. My heart skipped a beat as I pushed him to fall back on the seat. “Baby, don’t do that! You’re so naughty!” He chuckled and pulled me to his lips.
For the first time, we started to notice that there were quite a number of huge vehicles of trucks whizzing past. I came to realise that I could potentially have exposed myself many times over during romping and provided free porn to truck drivers on our right side in the left-hand drive traffic although our windows were tinted. The thought left me highly amused. Ted resumed his male chauvinistic air of nonchalance on his face, whilst between intervals he eyed the window on his right side filled with speeding truck traffic rather self-consciously. For some reason, he then indicated his thoughts by putting his palm over my privates in an over protectively manner, then he began to fuss over the length of my dress repeatedly by pulling it down and straightening it while looking out at the passing trucks on the right-side window.
I gave a little laugh and cuddled up against Ted with my head resting on his shoulder as he put his arm around me, eyeing me affectionately and kissing me lightly on cheek. When we finally reached my residence, my Fun Boy walked me to my room and tugged me to bed in his usual style, first not without another round of fun.
We haven’t seen each other since then.
(Finally, the long overdue last sequel to Our Way Home on the Last Rendezvous Night and Manila- First Night)
And so we got into that large vehicle built with dark tinted windows after the jazz club. I led Ted by the hand and we made our way to the middle row of seats, leaving the first row of seats before us empty. His best friend, Sax sat in the passenger seat on the right next to the chauffer. It was a long journey home to where I was staying in the heart of the city. We must be in the outer suburbs.
Ted put his hand around my shoulder and I cuddled up to him. At times, we turned and stole kisses in the dark like high school students out on their first dates. Then I found myself climbing onto his lap and sat facing him as we continued our passionate pashing. All this while, Sax made no attempt to turn around to talk to us like how we were very interactive on the way to the jazz club. The chauffer and him had too discretely made themselves invisible from our private interlude.
At some stage, I found myself lounging languidly across the full length of the seat like the previous night, my body propped up against the window and my legs resting on Ted’s lap. I smiled at Ted lazily who eyed me lasciviously as he slid his hand between my legs and up my dress. His finger found its way underneath my panties as he inserted it into the moist private opening and began giving it pleasure. I smiled at him seductively…
Then Ted began to remove my panties and dropped it on the floor. Beaming cheekily, he hitched up my dress and lowered his head to bury his face between my legs. Then I felt his tongue doing the cunninglingus as I took deep breaths and bit my lips between moments of rising desires. As my head was still above level, every so often, my half-opened eyes wandered askance to ensure that neither the chauffer nor Sax made an attempt to stare longer into the rear view mirror than the usual required time or Sax to turn his head around to start a conversation. Rather “strangely”, I observed in the midst of my pleasure that Sax’s head was firmly glued ahead of observing the traffic before him.
Ted then pulled my dress back down to where it should sit and got up to the upright sitting position while I slung my legs down from the seat and sat up. I snuggled up to Ted and our tongues interlocked. My tongue strayed to lick his ear lobe lightly and I whispered into his ear in my helpless kitty voice, “Baby, would you like me to do the same?” Ted smiled sheepishly as he eyed me with his beady eyes and slowly, I smothered him with kisses and worked my way down south.
I found myself kneeling on the floor before him as I unbuttoned his fly with his impatient assistance. I lowered the tight elastic band of his CK boxers and freed his hard member that was all ready to spring to life. I put the hard rod into my mouth and began savouring it and licking it like a lollipop. I looked up at Ted cheekily every so often and to my amusement, I observed his facial expression as he sat in an upright position with one arm slung across the length of the seat in a leisurely manner, balancing his intervals of pleasurable moaning as he looked down at me with the forced façade of coolness or straight face perhaps for the benefit of his chauffer. He would by now have gotten a good full view of Ted’s contorted face of suppressed pleasure from the rear-view mirror. When I buttoned up his fly, I gave a laugh when I got up to French kiss him and cheekily let him have a taste of himself.
Ted began to lower me down to my lying down full-length across-the-seat position. I found him unbuttoning himself as he climbed on top of me. He rode my dress up high and penetrated me. He began pumping himself away, his body bobbing up and down from the back of the row of seats before us. Caught up in our own pleasure, Ted and I moaned away desirously as our breaths took turns to quicken. Ted started flipping me on my side as his tight and small built nimble body slid himself behind me in a similar sleeping Buddha position. He took me from behind and slipped his engorged beast inside me. He reached over to pull my dress at the front to minimise my private exposure. At one stage, I observed consciously from my half-opened eyes to ensure that neither the chauffer nor Sax was looking our ways or betraying expressions of knowledge from my view of their reflections on the windscreen. I could only detect facial expressions of “no expressions” (which probably told just as much;) )and was hoping that the loud external noise pollution from the busy traffic whisking by was more than enough to mask our mating call. The thrill of carnal indulgence with an audience within an enclosed moving environment and the fear of getting busted only sought to heighten my pleasure and excitement. I almost felt like I was seventeen again.
When we finally sat up side my side, I picked up my panties and put it on. I saw a mischievous sparkle in his eyes- Ted stood up with his exposed fly and dick in hand, he began swinging his beast away and gyrated his hips to do a debauched flash at our other travelling partners, especially the chauffer who would get a great full frontal view of Ted’s hardened specimen from the rear view mirror or possibly from the reflections of the windscreen. My heart skipped a beat as I pushed him to fall back on the seat. “Baby, don’t do that! You’re so naughty!” He chuckled and pulled me to his lips.
For the first time, we started to notice that there were quite a number of huge vehicles of trucks whizzing past. I came to realise that I could potentially have exposed myself many times over during romping and provided free porn to truck drivers on our right side in the left-hand drive traffic although our windows were tinted. The thought left me highly amused. Ted resumed his male chauvinistic air of nonchalance on his face, whilst between intervals he eyed the window on his right side filled with speeding truck traffic rather self-consciously. For some reason, he then indicated his thoughts by putting his palm over my privates in an over protectively manner, then he began to fuss over the length of my dress repeatedly by pulling it down and straightening it while looking out at the passing trucks on the right-side window.
I gave a little laugh and cuddled up against Ted with my head resting on his shoulder as he put his arm around me, eyeing me affectionately and kissing me lightly on cheek. When we finally reached my residence, my Fun Boy walked me to my room and tugged me to bed in his usual style, first not without another round of fun.
We haven’t seen each other since then.
