Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

.
.
.
.

It’s been bloody cold in Hong Kong these last few days. I do not like the cold. The old todger shrivels up and my bollocks get like a walnut. Hong Kong buildings aren’t designed to cope with this (it only happens for a couple of weeks a year) so it in invariably just as cold indoors as it is out.

On evenings like this most folks stay home with a bottle of something nice and a movie. But I’ve never been very good at that lark, TV and movies hold little fascination for me. The whereabouts of little Miki does intrigue me though and since I was in that area of town I decided to continue my search.

It was about seven o’clock and there were a lot of people hurrying home from work. Presumably it’s a busy time for professional ladies too, with guys stopping in for a quick one before scurrying home to wife and kids. Suffice to say the first few places I tried I didn’t even get an answer.

The last door I tried was on an open passage way on the third or fourth floor. The main road was below and across it and level with me was a modern keep fit centre with an army of lean sweaty bodies pounding the treadmills in the wall sized windows.

I was about to give up and leave when the door opened. It was a woman probably in her mid-thirties. Her hair was scruffily tied up and she was wearing round wire-rimmed glasses. She had on an old blue towelling dressing gown that was several sized too big and tied so tight that the left collar was almost into her right armpit. Her face was was a little pinched, as if she had just woken up.

I was just about to go into the old “Oh, I’m sorry, I think I have the wrong address” routine when she swiftly removed the glasses and in the same movement reached around the back of her head and released her hair. It came tumbling down over her shoulders.

Without missing a beat she pulled off the belt of her dressing gown revealing a deliciously pert, and completely naked little body. I stepped over the threshold, put an arm around her tight waist and drew her towards me bringing my right hand up to cup her left breast as she moved. It was small but firm and natural. She obviously spends a fair amount of time in that gym herself for this was one of the best kept mid-thirties bodies I’ve ever seen

I pushed her away and admired her naked body from head to toe.

“You like?” she smiled, but I think she already knew the answer because she padded off the run the shower leaving me to get undressed.

I’ll continue my search for Miki another day, in the mean time here is a quartet of Filipina LBFM’s from Little Brown Fucking Machines

See also: Taking the Miki