Yukiko
by G-String

I look around the beach, my heart hammering like crazy. I don't know if I 
can really go through with this!

It has been a hot though not particularly sunny day in Bali. Actually, it 
is late in the afternoon and the sun is going to set in the next hour or 
so. If I don't do this now, I shall never get another chance, as I shall 
be flying back to Hong Kong tomorrow. As usual, I hesitated far too long.

The scorching heat coupled with the tangy sea breeze is making me drowsy. 
I take another furtive glance around but nobody seems to pay me attention.

"Do it, you coward!" A voice screams inside my head.

Timidly, I retract an elbow through the armhole then the other. With a 
deep breath, I wriggle the tank top awkwardly over my head, baring my 
milky-white breasts to the whole world for a first time!

What brought me here, you may wonder? To start off with, I broke up with 
my boyfriend two weeks ago after catching him in bed with Fanny - my 
workmate and best friend at the travel agency I work with. Then I thought 
I needed some time by myself and booked a flight and a five-night stay at 
a hotel here.

The first night I arrived, I promised myself that I was going to have a 
good time. So I wandered into a street bar. After drinking a couple 
bottles of Bintang on my own, a tall and very dishy Australian guy, in his 
early 30s, came and tried to chat me up. I just freaked out and flee to my 
hotel, as I was so scared of what I might be getting myself into. For one, 
I had never dated another man before. With my ex-boyfriend, it was love at 
first sight, or so I thought, and he had me literally. Shit, I was still 
thinking of him, even here, alone in my hotel room. Oh, sod it... sod him, 
Bastard!

The next morning, I donned my boring one-piece Arena swimsuit and headed 
for the beach. The tropical sun was burning fiercely. I squinted my eyes 
and was surprised to see quite a few girls were baring their top. I gave 
each of them a good looking over. They were of different ages, shapes and 
sizes but no Chinese. I thought to myself if they could do it then why 
couldn't I, knowing that I have a younger and firmer body than those with 
drooping flaps, otherwise I am curvier compared with those rather plain 
girls, all of whom strutting out there in just their bikini bottoms.

So I decided that I was going to try topless bathing, if only for once 
before I flew home. What's the big deal, you may wonder? Well, for me it 
is! Back home, I wouldn't even dare to wear a bikini on the beach.

Then each morning, I put on the swimsuit, a tank top, a pair of towelling 
hot pants and headed for the beach on my flip-flops; sitting on the sand, 
waiting for the right moment when there were fewer people around, to slip 
off the shoulder straps, roll down my swimsuit to waist for a quick dip 
and then to run like hell back to the hotel, just to say that "I've done 
it!" Well, that moment never came.

I waited and waited. In the second afternoon, just to find something to 
do, I had my hair braided in tassels with colourful beads at a beach 
stall. The girl pulled the hair so taut my scalp hurt like hell, and which 
almost beat some sense into me to quit trying anything silly. However, 
when I looked at my new hair-do in the mirror that night, I was so chuffed 
with what I saw that I immediately went to the beauty saloon in the hotel 
and had my finger and toe nails varnished in the colours of Smarties to 
match with the beads.

Anyway, soon I learnt that there would never be a quiet moment on the 
beach. It was then I tried persuading myself, "What's the point of doing 
it if no body sees you?" But every time just when I thought I had summoned 
enough courage to peel down my top, I was seized by a sudden apprehension, 
"What if I run into familiar faces?" Then it was another day wasted. 
However, each night when I arrived back at the sanctuary in my hotel room 
and stripped, I couldn't help admiring my curvy 33B-22-34 figure that I am 
so very proud of.

This morning, I did something daring. In a last kamikaze attempt, I left 
my swimsuit behind and went topless underneath a loose tank top, ever so 
self-conscious of the jiggling of my breasts as I timidly hurried through 
the busy hotel lobby. And so, here I am. I've finally done it, well 
almost!

Now, sitting ill at ease with my knees drawn up to my chin, my arms 
bracing myself and trying desperately to hide my naked breasts, I look 
around me sheepishly. Immediately, I notice that a few guys are checking 
me out. I take a sneak peek down the chest and find to my embarrassment 
that my pastel pink nipples are protruding rather lewdly on my firm though 
modest-sized breasts. Then I notice a fluttering at the side of the 
ribcage and realise that my heart has all along been galloping at a 
maddening pace.

"Put your top back on and stop this silliness at once!" A solemn voice 
demands inside my head and I should have listened to it.

"Don't give it up now, you are just one step away!" Yet, another quiet 
voice keeps pleading from deep in my heart.

So what is it going to be, returning home and be a coward and a loser, or 
finishing off what I've come here to do? I struggle with the alternatives; 
my head is going crazy.

Then I seem to a decision. With a shrug of the shoulders, I lower my arms 
to unveil my perky breasts. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see heads are 
turning. Oh God, people are staring at them! My body is suddenly shaking 
like a leaf and my heart is pounding wildly. After just brief moments, a 
small group of men begins to loiter round me, ogling unashamedly at my 
naked breasts, sending a weird tingling through my puckered nipples; my 
cheeks and my upper torso become flushed with embarrassment.

What now? Finally, I make up my mind.

Biting hard on my lower lip, I raise myself on my knees, slip my fingers 
under the waistband of my hot pants and give it a push. When I get up and 
kick it away, I find myself standing in a sea of wanton males, in a skimpy 
pair of pink cotton knickers. Suddenly, everybody around seem to have 
stood very still and with lustful eyes are blatantly caressing over every 
square inch of my 24-year-old body. There is a sudden flutter of 
butterflies in my tummy and my chin is quivering visibly.

"Don't chicken out now and please, don't make a fool of yourself!" I will 
myself forward.

Wobbly, my left leg takes a step towards the sea then my right. The hot 
sand is burning under my soles, hurrying me on. Then I find myself taking 
bald strides on the balls of my feet, unwittingly adding a couple more 
inches to the already long slim calves of my 5'5" frame. Not bad for a 
Chinese girl, I keep reassuring myself.

There are still a good 60 yards to the sea. I march forward as calmly as I 
can manage under the circumstance for a dozen more paces, feeling the 
gentle swaying of my up thrust breasts, wearing a smile of false 
confidence, yet at the same time enjoying the warm sun and men's hot stare 
on my pink flushed bosom. More heads are turning now.

Suddenly, people are pointing cameras at me and my resolve crumbles. I 
raise my palms halfway, thinking of shielding my breasts and making a dash 
for my tank top and I almost did. Instead, I break into a sprint for the 
sea, instantly feeling the bouncing weight of my naked breasts and the 
rippling of muscles over my butt; my heart is knocking crazily inside my 
chest, my face is burning with embarrassment; colourful beads on my 
tasselled hair are flying and beating painfully on my cheeks. I can hardly 
breathe and my head is spinning round and round.

As if by a miracle, I make it to the water! And when it reaches about 
mid-thigh, I can wait no longer and dive into the surf, swimming out hard 
for about 20 yards. The piercing cold water sends a shock through my 
system but I have never felt so exhilarated before in my life.

"I've done it, I've done it... Oh, I Love It!" I hear myself laughing and 
yelling.

I look back to the beach to see my admirers are lining up at the edge of 
the wet sand, straining their eyes to see more of me. Well, can't 
disappoint them now, can I? I flip over to swim on my back, knowing that 
under the lowering sun my hardened nipples are going to glisten like pink 
beacons every time they break surface. I hope the crowd enjoy the show 
while it lasts. After a few more minutes of shameless display of vanity, I 
flip over again and swim out to the sea to enjoy my new found freedom, 
sensing the caresses of seams of warm and cold currents on my naked 
breasts, forgetting about everything else.

By the time I swim back, dusk has completely set in and the beach is 
mostly deserted. I retrieve my gears and head for the unattended shower 
stands. Under the dim light of a tall lamp, I rinse sand from my body and 
begin to dry myself with the small towel I took from my hotel room.

I notice a gang of locals are sauntering my direction. That should sound a 
warning bell but it does not. At a distance, the bar down the far end of 
the beach is jam-packed with holidaymakers. I can hear the laughter and 
the occasional clinking of the glasses. About a quarter of a mile or so 
further down, I can see the specks of lights from my hotel. What can this 
gang do to me? I am still in a state of euphoria, from flashing my breasts 
just a while back. Now, I have a strange urge to do it again, slowly this 
time, to tease and prove to myself that all men find me sexy and 
desirable.

They stop at some twenty paces from where I'm drying myself and begin 
murmuring to one another. There must be over a dozen of them, all male, 
from their teens to probably 40s. My body is already tingling all over 
with anticipation. I take a deep breath to calm the nerves and begin my 
wicked show - drying my breasts slowly and very tenderly with the towel, 
my nipples erect rather obscenely before my audience. Raising a breast, I 
pat lightly under it, letting it bounce back then repeat with the other 
one to show these men just how supple my twin mounds are.

They are moving closer again, stopping just 10 paces from where I am and 
are sniggering with each other in a dialect that I do not understand. My 
breath is getting heavier, almost panting now. I slide the towel down to 
dry my flat tummy, suddenly realising that my knickers has become 
completely transparent when wet, leaving the small pubic patch inside, 
that I painstakingly waxed just before I left home, clearly visible. Oh 
god, I am showing more than I am prepared to! What I also realise is that 
my pussy is now throbbing in spasm and is soaking wet from the excitement 
of standing virtually naked in front of these men.

Well, I don't know what has gotten into me. Perhaps, something just snaps 
inside my head; my modesty has completely deserted me. Acting nonchalant, 
I sling the towel over a shoulder; hook my thumbs under the sides of my 
soaking wet knickers, quickly slipping it all the way down, then stepping 
out of it and leaving it on the tiled floor. My heart is now pumping so 
fast I have a feeling that I'm going to be sick. For here I am stark naked 
flaunting my body in front of a crowd of total strangers.

There is no turning back now. Anyway, after tomorrow, I shall never see 
any of them again and nobody will ever find out. A strange calmness 
descends over me. With a mischievous grin, I look them one by one in the 
eyes; enjoying the effect my body is having on these hot-blooded 
Indonesian natives. Without even thinking, I spread my feet to about 
shoulder-width, raise my arms, thrusting my breasts out proudly and begin 
to blot-dry my tasselled hair, giving my audiences ample opportunity to 
take in every curves, every little details of my lithe yet muscle-toned 
body. I just hope that they do not notice I am in fact shivering all over.

A handful of them come even closer and are now almost within arms' reach. 
Exhibitionism is so addictive I just can't stop myself. With a smirk, I 
raise a slim foot and rest it on top of a concrete block at knee high to 
my right, spreading my thighs wide open. And meticulously I begin to dry 
my pubic fluffs, pulling at the short curly hair and pretending to sort 
out entanglements that are not there. My legs are in fact turning to jelly 
with this shameless display. Still, this cannot satisfy me! 

This is my last night in Bali. When I fly home tomorrow, life is going to 
be boring again. I crave for doing something outrageous. With my colourful 
fingernails, I spread my pussy lips apart. There is a big commotion when 
the rest of the gang closing in and forms a semi-circle right in front of 
me, some of them squatting, all trying to get a better look at my 
sprouting red love-lips. They are so close I can feel their hot breaths on 
my pussy!

I sense a heat surging to my pussy and as I splay my inner flaps apart, 
droplets of my arousal gush out and roll down the inside of my thighs. 
Even under the dim light, I can see my nectar glistening down mid-thigh. I 
grab the towel and swipe my love juice from the tender flesh of my inner 
thighs then try to dry my love-lips, which is futile. My pussy is leaking 
profusely, as if it is trying to drown out a fire that has been burning 
deep inside me.

I am getting so excited that I have become careless. The towel 
accidentally scrapes over my engorged clit and it makes me jump.

"Ouch!" I gasp, my legs suddenly give and I stumble.

The guy on my left catches me in time. I shudder as a hot palm cups under 
my left breast; my heart misses a beat. When I look to my left, I see a 
moustached guy pulling a lopsided grin at me. He looks around 40, not tall 
for a man, at about my own height, bare-chested, with a small beer belly, 
not particularly good-looking but with a chubby and boyish face.

I try to free myself but he begins to tug and roll my left nipple with his 
thumb and forefinger. And I suddenly hear funny gurgling noises in my 
tummy.

"Oh! Mmmmmm..." I let out a long whimper.

My knees buckle as I find myself leaning back against him, my neck resting 
on his shoulder. I shut my eyes, not believing what is going on.

As if on cue, so many pairs of hands are suddenly roaming all over my 
body. A wet tongue lashes roughly across my right nipple before a pair of 
moist lips closes around it and begins to nibble at the now throbbing hard 
nipple. I feel suction and a quarter of my perky breast disappears into a 
wet hot cavern.

"Ayeaah," I gasp, "Ohh!"

I sense a hot breath over my left cheek and I flick my eyes open. The guy 
with the moustache is trying to kiss me on my lips. Summoning all my 
strength, I push him away. And as he steps aside, I find myself falling 
back. However, powerful hands grab me. Strong grips come under my 
depilated armpits, either sides of my slim waist, inside of my thighs, 
behind my knees... Effortlessly, they lift me off the ground; spreading my 
legs wide open before landing me onto the damp towel and holding me on the 
tiled floor. With their spare hands, they continue to fondle my body; a 
few begin groping roughly at my breasts. I am suddenly truly scared!

I crane my neck and find to my horror that the moustached guy has removed 
his pants and is kneeling between my splayed thighs, nursing a hard-on.

"No! What do you think you're doing?"

I shout at him and try to wriggle myself free but a hand is quickly 
clamped over my mouth and grips tighten on me. Loud and incomprehensible 
voices are suddenly buzzing all around me. Then I feel the tip of his hard 
cock gliding along my wet slit, wedging itself at the private entrance of 
my love tunnel. I screw my eyes and almost die with shame. Desperately, I 
shake my head to tell him no but it is too late. There is a sharp thrust, 
aided by my free flowing nectar the moustached guy shoves his cock to the 
hilt in me, hitting me hard at the back of my vagina.

"Aarrrh..." in shock I scream a muffled scream.

Without any finesse, he begins to rock on top of me, thrusting the base of 
my spine painfully against the ground. His hard cock pumps so furiously in 
and out of me it feels like a hot iron, burning the tender flesh from my 
pussy, hurting me.

Then comes a weird sensation on my breasts. I open my eyes a crack to find 
a couple of guys are kneeling either side of me twirling and flicking 
their tongues over my painfully engorged nipples. A handful of them are 
caressing or kissing my tummy, where I'm most ticklish. Apart from the 
four that are still holding my limbs down, the rest of them are fondling 
liberally all over my body with one hand and jerking their cocks with the 
other.

I want to shout for help but the moustached guy suddenly quickens his 
pounding, hammering relentlessly against my pubis, poking harder and 
deeper inside me. Despite my predicament, I find myself getting aroused 
and my climax is suddenly building. The throbbing pain on my nipples 
spreads a strange tingly sensation all over my body. When I sense a 
gradual swelling of the cock knob inside me, I'm simply beyond myself. 
Desperately, I hold onto my breath, unable to believe what is really 
happening to me. Then all of a sudden, my body turns rigid as I'm hit by a 
colossal orgasm.

"Waaa! mmm... Ohh... Ohh... Shit, oh, shit!" I squeal as my pussy 
convulses around the hard throbbing cock, sending him over at the same 
time. With a grunt he is suddenly cumming, his warmth gushes deep into me.

"Oh shit, this isn't real... Oh shit, this can't be real!" I screw my 
eyes, shaking my head, thinking aloud.

By the time his shuddering dies down, I'm still shivering with wanton 
desire. I sense his cock slipping out of me, but a hard one is quickly 
pushed into my pussy. I just groan in ecstasy. 

"Ohhaaahh!"

I'm too ashamed to open my eyes to see who he is but begin to rock my 
pelvis, to meet his powerful strokes, not wanting to climb down from my 
climax. Something hot nudges at my lips and when I open my mouth a crack, 
a hot cock dripping wet with pre-cum is shoved to the back of my throat 
and it gags me. The thrusting then intensifies at the both ends of me.

The guy in my mouth rocks so wildly that his cock slips out of my lips a 
couple of times but I grab it with both hands and promptly put it back 
into my mouth. That is when I find out that they have already released 
their grips on me and their hands are roaming all over my naked flesh. 
Their every little touches seems to send an electric current through my 
quivering body, leaving me tense and with an insatiable desire. Amid my 
confusion, someone lifts my left foot as a wet cock begins to rub and 
tickle at the soft sole of my slim foot. Oh God, what is he doing? I'm 
feeling delirious!

To cling onto a bit of reality, I squeeze my lips around the cock in my 
mouth. I suck so hard, drawing his pre-cum, that I hear the guy hiss in 
pain and ecstasy. Well, I know that he is almost there and I bob my head 
rapidly up and down his cock, twirling my tongue round the circumcised 
cock-head, sucking even harder, until I send him over. 

"Mmm... mmm..."

Timed with the loud grunts, thick whacks of cum are shot into my mouth. 
There is so much of the tangy stuff that I can't hold it all in my mouth 
and some begin to trickle down my throat. I shudder at the thought because 
even when I gave head to my ex - that bastard, I had always spitted 
everything out. As I am still pondering on this, there comes a deep thrust 
in my pussy.

"Aahhh..."

I gasp for air and a whole load of cum gushes down my throat, choking me. 
I quiver as the slimy stuff slowly reaches my stomach. Then all of a 
sudden, the cock at the other end throbs and squirts in my pussy.

"HHO!"

I yell at the top of my voice as another wave of orgasm hits me. The whole 
world seems to be spinning round and round me as bolt of lightning flashes 
through the back of my head.

I wonder if they had practised this before; I just know that the two spent 
cocks are quickly replaced with two hard throbbing ones. Somewhere along, 
an erect and slippery cock is placed in my right hand and I just yank at 
it, as if my life depends on it. By now, I don't care who they are or how 
many as long as they keep going at me, keeping me at the peak of my 
climax!



Amid that hard thrusting in my pussy and my mouth, there come a frenzy 
rubbing and tickling against the suppleness of my left sole. A hot 
splutter of gooey slime suddenly coats around my toes and begins to roll 
down the back of my calf, trickling ever so slowly down the back of my 
thigh.

"She's very pretty, isn't she?"

Out of the blue, I hear a lady's voice with a British accent. Stunned, I 
open my eyes to find a young western couple, leaning against an iron 
railing some 10 yards away, watching the orgy at the edge of darkness. I 
don't know how long they have been there, but they must have seen my 
shameless craving for sex.

"Mmm, and what a great body too!" The man says in reply.

"Do you want her? Well, why don't you bloody go and join the queue?"

I sense a hint of jealousy in her glib remark and am secretly pleased with 
their compliments. I just lay here screw my eyes shut and moan, enjoying 
all the attention.

"Yeah, harder... yeah, mmm, mmm..." 

I am whimpering, begging for more, and I know the two guys poking me are 
about to come. However, the cock in my right hand jumps and beats them to 
it. A thick whack of hot spunk is splattered all over my face. I can't 
wipe it off as I am jerking another hard cock with my left hand. I can 
only lash out my tongue and scrape as much of the gooey stuff into my 
mouth as I can manage and it tastes delicious!

Then it just happens. Two loads of hot cum shoot simultaneously into me. 
They don't last very long, none of them do, but that doesn't matter. It 
seems that I have developed an allergy for cum. As soon as a tick whack 
hits me, my whole body simply explodes in ecstasy. So here I am bracing 
myself for a new wave of orgasm.

I hold on until the very last moment when I flick my eyes open, searching 
first for the eyes of the tall British girl, then her man and my pussy 
suddenly twitches in spasm, my whole body shaking violently. This time it 
hits me real hard, knowing that I am giving a show, that out there are 
people watching my every shudder, listening to my every whimper. My eyes 
roll in their sockets as blinding flashes strobe across the back of my 
head. I can't breath and fear that I'm going to pass out! Then a fresh 
splutter of cum hit my face and I just go berserk.

"Yeeeaaaaaaaahhh!"

By the time two cocks slip out of my mouth and my pussy, I'm still jerking 
the two in my hands, as if I'm trying to revive them. But they finally 
shrivel and slip from my grasps. Suddenly, things have quieted down. I 
have lost count of how many of them have had me but there must still be 
more on the line. Oh, I am so desperate for a hard cock in my pussy!

A dark shadow suddenly looms over me. He drags me up and flips me over on 
all fours. My gaping pussy is poised in the air, waiting for his mercy. 
Then I feel his hard cock rubbing along my pussy folds, very slowly from 
front to back, when it suddenly flicks over my puckered butt hole. I 
squeal in surprise.

"Ohh!"

Then his cock knob slides forward between my wet pussy lips when he gives 
a sudden thrust and impales himself deep inside my vagina. I just cry in 
ecstasy.

"Hho!"

Slowly, he retreats until only his hard knob is wedged between my dripping 
pussy folds and there comes a second thrust, deeper than before. My pussy 
begins to quiver in anticipation of a fast approaching climax.

"Ohh, yeah!"

Again, he retreats ever so slowly until the ridge of his hard helmet 
grinds against the rim of my quivering inner labia. Oh, god he is driving 
me crazy! I tighten my grip below, holding him in my pussy. Then all a 
sudden, his cock knob pops out of me as it slides back and glides over my 
butt hole, making me jump. Oh, god! What is he doing? Doesn't he know that 
I am almost there?

"Come on, put it back in my puss..."

However, before I can finish my plead, there is a short burst from behind 
as his cock knob suddenly stretches my sphincter and squeezes itself 
through my virgin butt hole.

"Arrrrrrhhhhhhhhh..." in shock and in pain, I squeal in Cantonese, "Ho 
Tung Ah!"

That is all I can manage as a splitting headache overcomes me. I grit my 
teeth and shake my head in agony. I clench my sphincter in a futile 
attempt to block his advance. The grips of his rough hands tighten on my 
quivering butt as he pulls me back towards me, impaling his cock all the 
way inside me. The pain as his hard cock scrapes through my rectum feels a 
hundred folds more intense than the rupture of my hymen, just over a year 
ago.

"No, no, no...." I shake head wildly as tears come streaming down my 
cheeks; my whole body is throbbing in excruciating pain.

His slow retreat provides little relief, as he was only half way out 
before he gives another deep thrust.

"Arhhh..." I grit my teeth and whimper in pain as he begins to pump 
through my butt with increasing speed.

A vice like grip on my cheeks forces my lips open and a long slim cock is 
thrust into my mouth. Then the agony begins to intensify. My butt hole 
feels as if it is burning and my jaws ache from the synchronized 
poundings. Not long, my breasts begin to ache from the violent overhang 
swinging.

It seems a like a life time and the pounding continues relentlessly until 
the scorching agony in my rectum gradually turns to a numbing pain, then 
tickling. The guy inside my mouth suddenly cum with a loud groan. But 
before I have time to swallow everything another cock is shoved back into 
my mouth and the poundings continue.

The rapid stretching and rubbing of the engorged cock knob through my 
rectum finally turns into weird tingling and I find that I just can't 
breath, especially with my mouth so full with a yet another fresh splatter 
of thick cum.

"Hmm... Hmm..." my sphincter contracts suddenly, the spasm quickly spreads 
through my body, my back arches, "Yeeaaaarrrrrrrh!"

I cannot believe it as a huge tidal wave of orgasm washes over me, and I 
scream in delirium! Nothing seems real anymore! I only know that amid the 
shuddering, I begin to rock my butt against the guy behind me and gripping 
my sphincter to the rhythm of his strokes until I feel a shudder behind me 
as a hot spurt is shot deep inside my rectum then I finally collapse over 
the tiled floor, panting.

There is a round of applause. Whether it is for me or for the guy who just 
took away the cherry of my back garden, I don't know! I only know that I 
am being turned over, lying on my back again as one of them squats over my 
chest who squashes my breasts together tightly around his dripping hard 
cock and begins to slide it to and fro right under my nose. Around the 
same time, I sense a hot cock knob rubbing along my love lips then slowly 
begin nudging itself into my pussy.

"Aaaaarrrrrhh! Sssss..."

I hiss in pain when he pushes into me, as if I am being impaled by a thick 
bloom stick.

Out of shock and agony, I pushed the guy riding my breasts away. When I 
look down between my thighs, I find my cheeks burning with shame. For 
right in front of my eyes is that very dishy Australian guy whom I rudely 
brushed off the first night I arrived, whose cock is now buried snugly if 
only halfway inside my quivering pussy.

"Sorry did I hurt you, Miss?"

I look for a hint of mockery, but there is none in his handsome face and I 
find myself nodding in reply.

"I'm so sorry. You're so beautiful I just can't help myself. Perhaps I 
better take it out."

There seems a genuine concern in his eyes and I find myself melting away 
already as I begin to shake my head. He flashes a set of white teeth at me 
as I smile coyly under him. Where is my modesty? I should be so ashamed of 
myself! 

The guy who was riding on my chest tries to mount over me again but I just 
keep pushing him away, my eyes never leave the pair of sparkling blue eyes 
that is smiling down at me. After a few failed attempts, the Indonesian 
guy gives up and I am suddenly left alone with my new lover.

"I'm John. I fell in love with you that night you walked out on me. And I 
confess that I've been spying on you."

Again, I feel so embarrassed and wonder if he is making a mockery of me. 
He must be thinking what a pretentious slut I was. But there is nothing of 
such kind except pure lust in his eyes. I don't know what to say to him 
and I'm suddenly afraid to look him in the eyes. Timidly, I avoid his 
gaze. Then he begins to slide his big cock further into me and I find my 
heart pounding madly, in anticipating of our passionate lovemaking.

"Hey, what's you name?"

"I am Yukiko." I reply shyly.

And I feel his cock twitches inside me.

"What kind of a name is that? Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, it's a 
beautiful name but I thought you're from Hong Kong. It's just that your 
name sounds Japanese to me."

"Yes, it is." I giggle shyly and explain, "in Hong Kong it's fashionable 
for us office gals to pick a Japanese name."

"Well, Yukiko. You know, I've long been dreaming of making love to either 
a Chinese or a Japanese gal. Tonight, you make both my dreams come true."

"You're making fun of me!" I try to push him away but again I melted under 
his boyish charm, my whole body is suddenly tingling with a weird desire.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean..." there is a pause when he searches for my 
eyes, "Yuki..."

I turn my head aside demurely as he forces his cock to the hilt through my 
pussy.

"Oh, John... you're so big!" I shudder and clench my vaginal muscle 
unwittingly around his manhood at the sign of pain.

"My gorgeous Yukiko! Oh God, you're so tight! Just relax, I shall be gentle."

But he is not! His rocking soon gathers momentum, thrusting deep inside 
me, through my cervix into my womb, driving me crazy! Not long, I hear a 
familiar squishing noise as his long thick cock slick rapidly through my 
quivering vagina. I have never been penetrated so deep and by a cock so 
thick before, but it is such a wonderful feeling. I just screw my eyes and 
lose myself in this maddening carnal pleasure, forgetting where I am or 
who I'm with, just gripping the big cock with my pussy, panting, sweating, 
shuddering...

"Ohh, mmm... mmm..."

Not long I find myself thrashing my head about, groaning lustfully to the 
rhythm of his deep strokes; my fingers are crawling behind his neck, 
pulling at his long blond hair; my legs are wrapped around his slim waist, 
my heels digging behind his lean white butt, drawing him even deeper and 
harder into my pussy... I've never felt so full in my pussy. Then I feel 
the swelling of his bulbous cock head, stretching deep inside me.

"Oh, Yuki, Yuki, Yuki..." he is suddenly panting as he keeps repeating my 
name.

When the first blast of hot cum hits deep inside my womb, my whole body 
jerked in one massive convulsion, as I arched my back and cling tightly to 
his shuddering body.

"Aaaaahhh, Aaaaahhh... Oh, John. Ohh... Ohh... Hho... hmmm.."

After a long while, I finally begin to climb down from the peak of my 
climax, the shivering however remains as my pussy continues to squeeze 
around the semi-hard cock.

"Oh, John that was so wonderful!"

"No Yukiko, you are wonderful and you are the most beautiful girl I've 
ever met!"

Then he kisses me full on my lips and I shudder with a tingling passion. I 
begin to think - If I hadn't rudely sent him away that first night, then...

"Yukiko, you ready for the shower?" He asked after a long passionate kiss.

I nod my head and sense his thick cock slowly slips out of me, leaving me 
with an inexplicable void!

"Oh, My God! That thing of yours didn't really... did it?" I shudder at 
the sight of his spent yet still very tick cock that looks at least seven 
inches in its deflated state.

John merely grins at me. He helps me rinse cum and sand from my hair, my 
face...

We dry ourselves after the quick shower. I look around and see my pink 
knickers lying on the tiled floor. Someone must have treaded on it as it 
is now full of sand and grit and is torn. There is no way I am going to 
wear it again. I slipped on the hot pants and begin looking through my bag 
but can't find my tank top. I begin to panic. How on earth am I supposed 
to get back to my hotel without something to wear on top? Desperately, I 
search my bag again, to no avail.

"Something's wrong, Yukiko?" John asked.

"I can't find my top. I must have forgotten to put it back in my bag... 
and I have nothing else to wear. Oh God, what am I going to do, John?"

I strain my eyes over the long stretch of sand. There is no way I am going 
to find my top out there in the darkness.

"Hey, you can try mine on."

He says after a while and hands a day-glo yellow garment over to me. I 
look at the mesh tank top and then at him.

"Are you serious, John? This is see-through. I can't possibly wear it back 
to the hotel. I..."

"Sorry love, but this is all I have." He looks apologetic.

I sigh as I pull the oversized garment over my head. It hangs loosely over 
my shoulders and reaches half way down my thighs, much like a dress. I was 
right; it hides nothing - my naked slim torso, the shape of my 33B-Cup 
breasts and my puckered nipples are clearly visible from underneath the 
eye-catching garment. I look around in desperation. But what else can I 
wear? I begin to dread for the journey back. I look at John, hoping that 
he would offer me some advice.

"Don't worry, Yukiko. You look fabulous in this. The mesh holes are quite 
small..."

Well, there is really nothing else I can do. I look up at John who stands 
a head towering over me and wonder what shall I say to him.

"Yukiko," he mumbles, "can I walk you back to you hotel?"

"John, I think I'm okay..." I say as I turn to walk on the sand. A million 
things suddenly come to my head!

"Can I see you tomorrow?"

"I'm flying back to Hong Kong tomorrow, John."

Even I can hear the reluctance in my own voice. If I hadn't been such a 
prude then John and I could perhaps have five passionate nights in Bali.

"Can I at least have your address in Hong Kong or you e-mail? I think I 
shall have my next vacation there and may be we can get together for a 
drink or something."

I ponder on the idea for a long time before turning to him and reply, 
"John, what just happened was wonderful. But, things back home is a little 
bit complicated. I, eh..."

"It's okay. But we have something to remember, haven't we?" He sighs and 
pulls a mischievous grin.

"Yes. Oh, John I'm sorry!"

And I stand on my tiptoe and give John a long passionate kiss.

"Bye, John," I start to walk away but suddenly remember, "Oh, how can I 
return this tank top to you?"

"Keep it Yukiko, something to remember me by."

I blow him a kiss and skip merrily away. After some 10 yards, I turn again 
and he is still there watching me. I wave him goodbye one last time and 
strolls contentedly toward the lights of my hotel.

My heart begins to thunder again as I approach the hotel, to rejoin the 
civilized world. The doorman bows deeply, poking his nose just inches from 
my outthrust breasts, straining his eyes to peer through the mesh fabric 
at my nakedness underneath and I let him. Oddly, I find myself enjoying 
the attention.

The air-conditioning in the hotel lobby hits me in full blast and I feel 
my nipples puckering. I check myself in the brightly lit hotel lobby. 
Although the holes in John's mesh top are tiny, my perky white breasts are 
still visible underneath. My erect pink nipples are straining to poke 
through the tiny holes of the revealing garment. The lobby is almost 
deserted but I find that beady eyes of the bellboys are already following 
me.

It is just before 9 p.m. and I think there is time for a quick drink. 
Feeling daring, I saunter into the lounge bar in this revealing outfit. 
Most of the tables are occupied but a sudden quietness seems to descend 
the second I walk through the door. Then the murmurs resume and I find 
myself the centre of attention. Well, after the beach I feel confident 
that I can handle this.

"Good evening, ma'am." The barman greets me; his eyes are fixed on my 
perky breasts.

"A Bloody May, please?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I look around and find that the patrons are of mixed nationalities; and to 
my relief there are no familiar Chinese faces. At the table closest me sit 
an elderly couple, in their 60s I guess, with pink flushed cheeks, both 
being overweigh by at least 60 pounds. The man raises his glass and gives 
a toast at my direction. I pick up my drink to return the friendly gesture 
and gulp down all of it and order another one. Then I see the lady 
sniggering at his ears before breaking into a shrill laughter. The old man 
struggles to get up and steps unsteadily towards me.

"Evening Mme. eh... Please excuse me. My wife and I are celebrating our 
wedding anniversary. We would be honoured if you would join us for a glass 
of champagne."

He says with a warm smile but his eyes never stray from my semi-naked 
breasts. "You dirty old man", I think to myself. Well, with his old lady 
around, I think it's safe. Anyway, I too have something to celebrate 
tonight.

"Oh, I would be delighted but only if I'm not intruding..."

"Please!"

I pick up my glass but find that I have already emptied the second round. 
At the table, he pulls the chair for me and treats me like a real lady. A 
barmaid quickly appears with a third champagne glass and the bubbly liquid 
is poured.

"A toast to a most beautiful young lady."

I feel so flattered by the compliment and gulp down the delicious wine. 
I'm suddenly so thirsty. By the third glass of champagne, I find out that 
they are a retired couple from Canada and they hear about my choice of a 
Japanese name. It is then I think he makes a cheeky remark about my 
attire.

"A nice dress you put on there!" I think he says.

"This you mean?" I raise the shoulders of the mesh tank up and let it 
drapes smoothly over my perky breasts, giving him a flash of the goodies 
hidden underneath and thinking all along "What a dirty bugger!" His wife 
suddenly bursts out in a squeal of laughter.

"No, no Yukiko. I said you put on a nice act back there." He points 
through a patio door towards his back.

"I beg your pardon. I must be thinking slow with this lovely bubbly 
swimming in my head." Giggling, I excuse my incomprehension. The champagne 
is in fact making me tipsy. 

"Ha, Ha..." his wife bursts out in yet another shrill laughter, tears 
streaming from the corners of her eyes before saying to her husband, "Oh, 
she doesn't know."

"My dear lady." He says in a hush voice, "I think you better take a look 
out there, through the patio door." 

"All right..." I say thinking they are just pulling my legs.

I get up wobbly to find that all eyes are on me again. My cheeks are 
burning hot. I have been drinking more than I should. I make my way 
precariously through a sea of lechers; push through the patio door, which 
closes with a bang behind me.

The warm and tangy sea breeze suddenly engulfs me. It is very dark out 
here. In broad daylight, one must be able to get a panoramic view of the 
sea but there is really nothing to see now. Just when I think of rejoining 
the couple and admonishing them for playing this little trick on me, I 
notice four telescopes mounted on stands along the railing. I strain my 
eyes toward the direction of the beach and I have a sudden feeling of 
unease.

I step behind a telescope stand and peer tentatively through the lenses. 
First, I only see pitch-blackness. As I continue to search, a bright light 
hit my eyeballs that I have to squint my eyes. I follow the light down and 
my heart suddenly leaps to my mouth. I find myself looking at a pair of 
pink knickers, my own knickers that I left behind at the shower stand! 
Quickly, I search through the area. Surely, there are the shower stands, 
now deserted. There is the railing where the young couple leaned against 
and watched me being gangbanged by the dozen or so Indonesians. The scene 
is so crystal clear under the telescopic lenses that I can even make out 
my footprints on the sand - at the very spot where John and I had our 
parting kisses.



"Oh, My God!" I gasp.

I have seen enough, more than enough! My head is suddenly spinning. 
Through the tinted glass window, I notice that patrons from quite a few 
tables are looking out here and waiting for my return. The hot and humid 
night air is suddenly making me nauseous. I swipe my palms over my face to 
find that I am sweating all over. I try to arrange the mesh top to provide 
a bit more cover to my naked torso underneath but it was futile. I pull a 
straight face and step back into the lounge bar, thinking of making a 
hasty excuse to the couple but the lady beats me.

"There were long queues out there..."

She doesn't get to finish her sentence as she is again seized by an 
uncontrollable shrill of laughter. My face is now burning scarlet, my 
temples throbbing from the effect of the champagne and the sea of mockery 
in front of me. It is just too much. I quicken my steps through the 
tables, my breasts swaying lewdly under the see-through garment. Well what 
should I care anyway, knowing full well what they have all seen? Suddenly, 
someone begins clapping his hands as I walk pass. Then everyone seems to 
join in. I leave hurriedly, tripping over at the doorway but I keep going. 
I just want to find somewhere to dig a hole to bury myself.

I wake up feeling woozy in the head. My body is aching all over and my 
pussy is feeling so sore! After a quick wash, I begin to pack my things to 
get ready for the airport. After a long deliberation, I reluctantly stuff 
John's tank top in a paper bag and leave it in the rubbish bin before 
stepping out of my hotel room and clicking the door shut. I am determined 
to put it all behind me.

I keep my sunglasses on during the flight home and am immensely relieved 
to see no familiar faces onboard the plane. The Garuda flight lands safely 
at Chek Lap Kok Airport and a taxi sees me home swiftly.

"Hey Yukiko, haven't seen you for a few days." The caretaker greets me at 
the lift lobby.

"Oh hi, Uncle Wong. I've been away on vacation."

"You're looking radiant with that suntan. Let me guess, Phuket, right?"

Before I can correct him, his phone rings and he begins yakking away. I 
wave a quick goodbye and sneak into the lift.

Alone in my flat, I suddenly realise how empty it is that I have thrown 
all that bastard's stuff away. I am dead tired and decide to leave 
everything until tomorrow. As I lay flat on the hard mattress of my bed, I 
feel a whinging pain on my back. I strip and discover a small bruise patch 
at the base of my spine. With fond memories, I recall the poundings I took 
on the tiled floor the night before. A mischievous grin breaks over my 
lips as I fall into a dreamless sleep, naked in bed.

Comes Sunday, I do the unpacking and washing. After a bit of tidying at 
home, I go out for a quick dinner at a cafe nearby. On my return, I meet 
the guy living in the flat above me in the lift lobby. We have never 
talked before, merely greeted each other with a nod or may be a strained 
smile. So it comes as a surprise when he suddenly asks me.

"Had a nice holiday in Bali?"

"Oh yes, thanks!"

Then we take the lift journey in an awkward silence. What a dirty bugger 
who keeps eyeing me all over and making me queasy. I wonder if Uncle Wong 
told him about my trip, but did I tell Uncle Wong about Bali? I probably 
did then.

I shall be going back to work tomorrow and I loath at the prospect of 
seeing Fanny that two-faced cow again!

Having nothing else to do, I begin to check through my e-mail before going 
to bed. There are just a handful of messages in my in-box but one in 
particular catches my attention.

"WHAT A SLUT" it's titled and it is from that bastard!

I click it open which starts, "I hope you enjoy your Bali trip as I enjoy 
these attachments. You pretentious bitch!"

Instantly, I am flushed with anger. He never dared to call me a bitch. I 
am going to close and delete the message but am intrigued about the 
attachments, so I click open the first one. Suddenly, I am feeling dizzy.

The Jpeg file shows me running topless on the beach, one breast bouncing 
upward on the side of a raised arm and the other one, defying gravity, 
pointing proudly ahead on the side of a pulled back elbow, my pink nipples 
were puckered; my long suntan right leg was making a big stride forward 
while a strained but smoothly muscle-toned calf was about to leap off on 
the ball of my slim and high-arched left foot. Colourful beads were flying 
at the end of my hair tassels and I wore a radiant smile. I looked vibrant 
and stunningly beautiful in the sharply focused picture but...

First, I am stunned and then I am thrown into a maddening rage. That 
bastard had been spying on me. You Bloody Bastard! Then I notice a smudge 
at a corner of the picture. My heart sinks when I check it carefully. It's 
the stamp of one of those free websites showing voyeur photos. I remember 
that bastard once made me surf the site with him. Oh, My God! If my photo 
appears on the web then...

Quickly, I click open the rest of the Jpeg files and I find myself shaking 
with shame and anger as tears suddenly roll down my cheeks. The dozen or 
so attachments are from no less than three different websites. With the 
exception of the first picture, all the others are hardcore, showing me 
skewered in every conceivable posture, some I don't even remember 
performing two nights before. There is no mistaking that I was being had 
by a big gang and was apparently enjoying it. In one, I was taken from 
behind while another hard cock was jammed into my mouth. Although the 
angle of the picture doesn't show it very clearly, but I recall all too 
well where that cock from behind was buried and it brings back painful and 
humiliating memories.

Oh, Yukiko you stupid twit! What have you done this time?

At the end of the attachment, there is a brief note: "I enjoy them so much 
that I take the liberty to forwarding them to a few friends. Hope you 
don't mind, Bitch!"

With trembling hands, I scroll to the screen top and check through the 
list. When I see the e-addy at the front desk of my travel agency, my eyes 
roll in their sockets and a sudden blackness washes over me!