Sarawak Adventure Ch. 02

She turned in her seat and tilted her sunglasses sexily downward with one hand, and beautiful dark brown eyes joined the smile to make her beautiful. Ryan was taken with her immediately and held out his hand. She shook it briefly, and then held it for a longer moment.

"Mr. Ryan, welcome to Kuching! I am happy to meet you."

Ryan could see a hint of sexual tension between them. They were on best behavior, but he instantly sensed something underlying the their words. Partly it was the glances back and forth as they talked. Maybe he was imagining it, he thought, but he had a well-developed sense for people's emotions from long years of negotiations both business and private.

"I told Mr. Ryan we are old friends and what your nickname is!" Alex said and then turned and winked.

"What nickname?" she asked, looking into his eyes.

"You know, 'chiok tam po'!" he laughed. Alex was enjoying fencing with danger. Ryan sensed that some of Alex's comments had a double meaning that he was not in on.

"You are terrible!" Mei Ling made a punching jab at his arm. "You are in bad company here, Mr. Ryan! I warn you, Alex is a terrible playboy and is up to no good." She said, laughing to let him know she was teasing him.

"How long will you be staying?" she asked, craning her neck briefly and looking seductively over the tops of her sunglasses.

"Two or three weeks, or till we get something set up. Have you made appointments for tomorrow, Alex.?"

"Yes, all set. Mei Ling's husband Mark will pick you up. Did he tell you that, Mei Ling?"

"Uh, .. .. noooo ....." she said in a far-off tone, then said no more, leaving it as a question hanging in the air.

"Well, you can expect him at 9 AM. He knows the industrial locations completely, so you are in good hands. I will visit some government agencies to pave the way for discussions while you look around. We will get back together for dinner and discuss what next. OK?"

"Yes, fine."

"We have not discussed this, Mei Ling, but Mr. Ryan may have questions about insurance and employee benefits. Would you be able to help? It will save time for Mr. Ryan if you are available."

"Oh, I didn't know, I was just picking you up. But, sure, I will be glad to help, Mr. Ryan!" she said, looking back quizzically.

"Great. Start by just calling me 'Charlie' or 'Ryan.'"

"OK, Ryan. I like that name, Ryan." Her round pronunciation of it sounded sexy to Ryan. She smiled over her shoulder at him, with an engaging look.

They continued discussing plans until they turned into the drive before a white building with about twenty stories. The tower sat upon a wide, sprawling lower portion about 4 stories high and suggested a parking garage in there someplace.

"Yes sir, Mr. Ryan, we have you in one of our large executive rooms with a king-size bed on the concierge floor.

"Hello again, Mr. Pang, we have your regular suite on the 20th floor as usual. I hope your stay is comfortable. If there is anything I can do to be of assistance, don't hesitate to call. Here is my card." The desk clerk bent over backward to suck up to Pang and Charley watched disapprovingly out of the corner of his eye.

Mei Ling appeared at his left and put a hand on his arm.

"I will see you again, Mr. Ryan, er, I mean, .. Ryan! Nice to meet you."

Ryan turned and watched as she walked gracefully toward the door. He admired the curvaceous legs over medium heeled shoes that thrust nicely proportioned breasts against a trim, tailored, orange and yellow dress with big white buttons all down the front. She looked gorgeous and Ryan looked forward to seeing her again.

"Well, I'll leave you too, Mr. Ryan. See you tomorrow at dinner? Mark will take care of arrangements." He glanced nervously at Mei Ling, as if he couldn't wait to be off. Then with a wave at Ryan, he follower her trim figure toward the car.

"What does it mean if I say 'chiok tam po?'" He asked the pretty girl behind the desk.

"You should ask him!" she giggled, and pointed to the bellman just picking up the bags and leading the way to the elevator.

Ryan was embarrassed at having said something off-color without knowing it.

When they got into the elevator, the bellman smiled and said: "' chiok tam po' is a part of a slang phrase, meaning I nearly made out with a girl. Literally translated, it means 'came close'"

Ryan tipped the Bellman and looked out over Kuching as the door clunked shut behind him. It was just after 6 PM and the city lights were twinkling on in the twilight gloom. It seemed mercifully released from the murderous grip of the sun. In the soft light, it looked much more inviting to him than it had in the bleaching sun just a couple hours before. He didn't bother to undress, but lay back on the bed and let the hushed rush of the air-conditioning sooth him to a welcome sleep.

As sleep overtook him, he wondered about Alex dropping his bags with the bellman and then rushing back out the door to join, what was her name? Mei – something, Mei Ling, he thought.

"Lucky sod, he joined Mei Ling and drove off with her."

The last thought before sleep overcame him was his envy of the handsome Alex with the beautiful Mei-Ling.

"I don't trust that guy Al .. .. .." he muttered.

Below in the street, the Mercedes silently eased down the sloping driveway.

"Mei-Ling, you look beautiful. I can't keep my eyes off you. What a treat to have some time together!" Alex was saying. She had no more than turned into traffic and his hand reached to touch her forearm.

"Oh, Alex, you never change, do you?" Mei Ling smiled across at him, and let him take her hand from the shift lever of the Mercedes. She took off her sunglasses in the gathering twilight, and looked at him under half-closed eyelids.

"Can't we stop this damned car and just talk for a few minutes?" he said. "I want a good look at you. Look, there, in that park? Come on, for old time sake, Mei Ling."

"Alex, I have to get home. Mark will wonder where I am. I told him I was picking someone up, but he will expect me home when he gets there."

"Listen, let me take you both to dinner! Where ever you like. OK? It will give me a chance to talk to Mark before he picks up the American, too."

"OK, yes, I would like to have dinner," she said.

"Good, it's settled. Now we have time! Turn here!"

Mei Ling's smile widened. She was always taken by his charm and it hadn't lessened over the years. It had been seven years since she had seen him last. She blushed as the thought of their last meeting before she married Mark. She turned onto Old Airport Road and drove along the curving road that was once the main road to the airport before the expressway shortened the route. A sign announced 'Serian 35 Miles.'

The orange tile roofs of low-lying buildings sped past in the waning light. These were the homes of small farmers and little businesses making roofing tiles and similar products. They drove along for half a dozen miles, Alex doing most of the talk and his hand touching hers for emphasis. They had left the lights of the city behind them.

"Let's just stop for a minute, please, Mei-Ling? We have time."

Mei-ling turned down a lane lined with rubber trees on either side. She pulled to a stop on the side of the deserted lane and changed the radio to soft romantic country and western music. The temperature had already dropped to the point she could turn off the Mercedes' engine and roll down the window. The scent of bunga raya blossoms was rich in the country air.

"Alex, we can't stop long!" she said firmly.

They turned toward each other and began covering the events of their lives since they had seen each other. She didn't mind him holding her hands and didn't object to a small kiss. In fact it was such a nice kiss that she allowed another and then, by accident, her tongue darted between her lips and touched a spark with his. The Moon loomed large and outlined the limbs of the rubber trees to form a romantic setting.

That kiss didn't end as the others had, with a smile and more talk, but lingered and lingered until his hand touched Mei-ling's breast. It just touched her, hardly noticeable at first. He held it lightly against the side of her breast as if simply guiding her, and then he pressed so that his fingers lay along the strap of her bra and his palm curved where her nipple began.

Their tongues tasted deeply of each other. Mei-Ling's eyes nearly closed, but not quite. She looked at the handsome face through long, interlaced eyelashes, as through a lace curtain, giving his face a movie star aura. Her mind reeled back to days when they had been like this before either was married; a time when she decided he would never, ever be the man she wanted to marry. He could never have been satisfied with just her. She was right of course, and she never regretted choosing Mark. But it was still true that Alex was the epitome of romantic charm and she was still taken in by that charm.

And so, when she felt his hand under her dress, it didn't seem so foreign either and she snuggled closer in the confines of the car. Her dress was open down to the last button and she was surprised to see her breasts and her panty-covered mound looking so voluptuously framed in the gaping open dress.

"Alex, .. .. we .. .." but his lips covered hers again so quickly she couldn't get the protest out. His hand was high on her thigh and that sweet tongue was magically touching hers again. His other hand struggled with the front closure of her bra and at last she helped him. The bra opened wide, freeing her breasts into his seeking hand.

They were both eagerly trying to be one. Her nipple tingled at his touch, then a sharp shiver went through her body as he pinched the already erect nipple. Mei Ling sucked hard on his tongue when he pinched her, and then pulled and tugged and sucked some more on the rough flesh of his wet tongue.

Alex's finger had slipped past her panties and burrowed deep into the wet between her legs. Mei-ling squirmed on his finger, helping him, urging him into her. She moaned as Alex's tongue traced her ear and whispered to her.

"Mei-Ling, you are so lovely! I had forgotten how much I wanted you. Now it is even greater. We should have each other, .. .. one time. .. .. now .. .." he urged.

"Not here. The car is too small, .." ..she said hoping to find strength to stop.

But she followed when he pulled her across into his lap. He found the seat control and the seat back lay almost flat as Mei-Ling snuggled down along his body. All seven white buttons of her dress were open. The moonlight and the light from the instrument panel shown on her golden skin. Her breasts with their jutting nipples looked beautiful and Alex nudged her panties down from her hips. The pretty dark triangle of pubic hair contrasted against the yellow of her panties pouched just below her mound.

Mei Ling reached between them, inside his open trousers and cupped his balls so his cock lay up along her wrist. The sensitive skin of her wrist measured the warmth of his cock and she shivered with the thought of holding it like this. She glanced down to see that Alex was indeed quite long.

Her eyes were bright and shining with passion. She felt the slick head of the long cock. She remembered how big it was, how her hand had only just fit around it, and how tall it stood up from his body.

Mei-Ling's hair hung down like curtains around their faces as the two pressed their heads together and watched Mei-Ling's hand stoke Alex's long, long cock. They watched Alex's hand move between her round breasts and the mound between her legs.

Alex closed his eyes at the sheer pleasure of her hand clasping his shaft and laid his head back against the seat. Mei-Ling's eyes were shining brightly as she looked at him, watched the pleasure obvious in his face. She parted her legs for him and Alex's long artistic fingers probed and toyed with the gathering wetness between soft, swollen folds of her pussy. She moved her mound in luscious little circles against his hand, her eyes never leaving his handsome pleasure wracked face.

Alex's body went rigid under hers, his hands clenched her mound tightly and then in a rush, her hand seemed awash in his sperm. Spurt after spurt of intense heat splashed onto her as she moved faster and faster. Alex's body went slack. Mei-Ling pressed his hand tight against her mound and he pressed a second finger into her. She guided him carefully, helping the fingers find her g-spot. Her mouth flew open as she fucked against his big hand, driving his fingers into the snug wetness. Again and again she thrust against him as his teeth bit her nipple and tugged. Her orgasm was not as big as she wanted, but the excitement of being with Alex made it feel very good. The two relaxed against each other, Mei-Ling lying on her side stretched out between Alex's legs. The moonlight drenched their perspiring bodies as Lionel Ritchie and Dianna Ross finished singing 'Endless Love.' Mei-Ling thought she would never forget that moment.

Not far away, Mark Tan arrived home and called out to his wife.

"Mei-Ling! I'm home." His call was greeted by silence and he turned on a lamp near the door to look for a note. Then the earlier conversation came to him. What had she said? He had been busy when she called.

"Ah, yes, picking up a friend at the airport1" that was it.

Busy with other things, Mark hadn't even asked who it was she was picking up. He unfolded his newspaper and sat down to wait. Perhaps she would want to go out to dinner, he thought, and decided to hold off on eating anything.

When the evening news finished with no sign of Mei-Ling, he paced the floor for a time, wondering why she was late. Then, at last, he heard footsteps approaching. Mark sat down quickly and picked up the paper, not wanting to betray his anxiety.

Mei-Ling opened the door, surprised to find Mark home so early. Alex followed her inside and she looked quickly in the mirror to see if she needed to repair anything. Too late she saw that her dress was misbuttoned and her hair was mussed badly. She was struggling to re-button the dress when her husband came down the hall.

"Hello, Mark, old man!" Alex called out. Mei-ling whirled to see Mark's face staring at her disheveled appearance.

"Oh, Mark, you're home early! I'm sorry to be late. Look who I found at the airport! I told him we would go to dinner with him if that's OK?" she said nervously, the words running together as they scrambled from her mouth.

Alex and Mark shook hands, Mark tearing his eyes from Mei-Ling's appearance with some difficulty.

Mark got a glass of juice for Alex.

"As I recall, you don't drink, Alex? Perhaps you will like this. It is papaya juice and something else mixed in. Make yourself at home and I will be right back."

He left Alex and bounded hurriedly upstairs to their bedroom to find Mei-Ling still flustered but much more calm now that her clothes were straightened out. She was before the mirror repairing her lipstick when he entered and looked quizzically over her shoulder.

"Sorry to be late. Is it OK to go to dinner with him?" she whispered.

"Yes, sure, but what has happened?"

Mei-Ling whirled around and ground herself against him.

"Here, Mark, feel me! I am so hot!" she said breathlessly as she unbuttoned the dress and pulled his hand between her legs.

Mark could feel the soft folds of Mei-Ling's pussy were swollen and she was very wet. His erection was immediately firm and urgent against his pants.

"Did you .. .. in the car?"

"No, but he opened my dress. And his finger touched me there. The car is too small for .... that." She whispered urgently, pressing her lips to his, smothering his questions with her unsatisfied passion.

"That's all, .. .. you didn't .... fuck .. ..?"

"No, just that." She said.

"You know, Mei-Ling, it would make me excited if you did/" he said.

"Yes, I know. Touch me, Mark, touch me!"

Mark slipped two fingers into her vagina and felt himself swimming in a pool of her juices. She felt large and open to him, but he couldn't be sure if she had fucked Alex or not. The thought of his beautiful wife ravished by Mark in the Mercedes made him hard.

"Oh,,, I'll change and be right down, .. .." she said, letting him go.

Mark pushed his erect cock down in his pants as much as possible and went to rejoin Alex in the living room.

"Well, what kind of man is the American, then?"

"Didn't get much time with him really, just the ride into town. Seems all right. I told him you'd pick him up at 9 at the hotel. You'll probably like him, you get along better with the damned Yanks than I do!" Alex laughed heartily as he said this.

"Why don't we give Mei-Ling a treat and take her to Kikyo-Tei? We can get Kobe steak there and the atmosphere is elegant Japanese. OK with you? I'm treating you, by the way."

"Yes, sure, we like that too. Mei-Ling will be pleased." Mark was already thinking of ways to allow them the pleasure of being together and himself the pleasure of being nearby when they stole their pleasures. He took a long drink of the Hennessey XO that Alex had brought as a gift.

When Mei-Ling appeared at the top of the stairs, there was no sign of her earlier disheveled appearance. Her hair was down and framed her face in shoulder length waves. She wore a loose gold and white blouse with a long black skirt. As she walked down the steps, each beautiful leg in turn flashed out through the center slit that ended just below the top of her legs.

The two men stopped talking and watched with rapt attention as she descended the stairs.

"I'm ready," she announced, "where are my two handsome dates taking me?"

Her smile encompassed both in her radiance and her ready laugh spread joy as Mark turned out lights and closed the door after them. He noticed Alex guiding Mei-Ling by her elbow as he held the car door for her.

Mark started the car and Mei-Ling turned in her seat to talk to Alex, who leaned forward between the seats. Mark noticed that he could see almost her entire thigh, but not quite to her panties. "If she is wearing panties," he said to himself. The thought that she might be nude under the skirt sent his cock on another excursion and he pushed it down under his pants leg.

Alex asked for a table in the section of the restaurant that was Northern Japanese style. This meant the table was low over a pit where the diners' legs were close together and hidden. It was perfect for secret fondling of your neighbor, and is exactly what Mark would have chosen. Each table in fact, was closed off for privacy by Shoji screens on all sides.

Alex made an exception to his non-alcohol rule when he dined here and immediately offered a toast with the Sake poured by the hostess.

"To Mei-Ling, .. .. and Mark!" he nodded toward them. Looking into Mei-Ling's eyes, they sipped the potent wine and bowed slightly. Alex repeated the gesture, looking into Mark's eyes and sipping again.

"Campai!" they repeated in unison.

Being unused to drink, the effects of the Sake were soon obvious on Alex and he became steadily more amorous. Mei-Ling was radiant in his compliments and she slowly came to more of a party level of friendliness. Mark wanted wine and discussed the choices with the wine steward and selected an Australian Shiraz that would go well with the beefsteak.

As they ate, Mark slipped his hand along Mei-Ling's leg, squeezing the smooth velvet skin. As he moved higher on her thigh, he was aware of Alex quickly withdrawing a hand with the same intent as his own. His cock jumped with the excitement of his wife attracting Alex's ardor. At last, he slipped all the way up her leg and found that she wore no panties tonight. His finger contacted only moist swollen pussy lips. He toyed with the curls protecting her mound and withdrew, first brushing his nose with the scented fragrance on his finger and then returning his hand to the top of the table.