He landed in Singapore’s Changi airport in the afternoon and was at his Orchard Road hotel within an hour thanks to this city-state’s phenomenal efficiency. He walked around the shopping district, and enjoyed the bargains. Even more he enjoyed the beauty of the Singaporean women. There were the women of Chinese heritage, with their long straight, highlighted hair, their small eyes. He loved their tight asses snuggling in fitting pants. Every woman seemed to be wearing thong panties which he could see outlined against their pants, inviting him to remove them with their swaying walks. There were the Malay women with their almond eyes, wavy hair, and lips you knew could suck you off in seconds. Many of them also had luscious tits and were not shy about showing ample cleavage for their muscle-bound boyfriends. There were the South Indian women, taller and thinner than any Indian women her had seen before, but whose dark skin intrigued Mike. He wondered what color their nipples would be, how dark their pussy lips were and what his white cum would look like lying on their flesh. Finally, there were the expat white, blonde women with large bouncing breasts, bra-less in this tropical heat.
He slept well in the comfortable hotel bed, enjoying visions of dark Malay tits, fair Chinese asses and Indian skin. He woke up in the middle of a dream in which Sammy, the Taiwanese tennis pro from the day before, had been rubbing her luscious, round breasts on his cock. Waking with a painful erection, he went to the toilet and sat on the toilet and stroked himself until he ejaculated meagerly into his hands. Strange that the same act when performed by a pair of wet female lips, preferably with his mouth on a pussy, could result in such a hug amount of cum, cum that would fly out like a squirting water pistol. But in his own hands, the jism just dribbled out sadly.
He decided to postpone shower until after a quick session at the hotel gym on the 5th floor. He found it with some difficulty, hidden behind the swimming pool changing rooms and some large tropical bushes. Not surprisingly, it was empty. He stepped onto the treadmill after some stretches and ran, watching himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors.
He heard the gym door open and saw a gorgeous, dark woman walk in, her sports bra covering juicy tits. An expanse of flat tummy separated the yellow top from a matching, loose pair of gym shorts. She smiled at him and stepped directly on the treadmill, and started walking at a brisk pace. He noticed that the shorts did not completely cover her chocolate colored ass and he could see the lower side of both butt cheeks. He tried not to stare, but she was lovely. Her eyes were black, large and flashed brightly in the mirror. She had high cheekbones and her straight hair had the brown highlights he had noticed all young women in this part of the world now used. But it was her full, red lips that captivated him.
Until, that is, she picked up the pace and started running. Her bra seemed to be fighting a losing battle to restrain her heaving tits and they bounced madly with every step. Mike tried focusing on his own steps, even stared at his running shoes, but always found his eyes drawn involuntarily back to her lips or her tits.
She stopped running after 10 minutes, but Mike still had another 5 on his routine. He noticed her begin working on some floor exercises, although his mind was already deep in a fantasy, but he could not decide if the fantasy should end with him cumming in those red, full, erotic lips or if he should explode screaming onto those twin mounds of heavenly pleasure.
“Excuse me, could you help me out here?” he head a voice interrupt his decision making process. He looked to his right and there she was, lips, tits, eyes, hair …all of her was looking up at him. “I need some help with some of my exercises. Could you help”
“Sure, what do you need me to do”…I could lick your asshole, suck your clit, nibble on those titties and paint your face with my cream if you asked me to, he further thought.
“I want to do a handstand against the wall, but I need help raising my legs …they always fall to the side. Usually my trainer helps me, but could you?” she looked into his eyes and then let her eyes wander lower as he stepped off the treadmill. His mental debate on where to cum had left his 8-inch pecker standing tall, and she must have noticed. She licked her lips and smiled before walking toward the wall where she wanted to do her handstand.
“I’m Devi” she said grabbing his hands, but looking at his rising member, “Just grab my legs when I lift them up” a request he could hardly turn down. He mumbled his introduction still staring at this goddess’ body.
She placed her head and neck against the wall and pushed her legs up. Mike grabbed her shoes and then held her ankles. He was amazed at how long her dark legs were and as he followed them down with his eyes, he noticed her loose shorts were now revealing all of her ass. He made not pretense of not looking. Her eyes were shut, but she let her legs open just a little and Mike could see where her panties should have run from her ass to her pussy. But he detected no fabric, just a hint of darker skin. Her legs were amazingly creamy and soft and he ran his hands up and down a little as he pretended to get a better grip.
“OK, done” she said and he reluctantly let go of her legs. “Would you like to try that, it’s great to feel the blood rush to your head.” He did not want to say that my blood was pumping to my head right now, the other, lower, head. So he did a handstand too, she holding my ankles. The two of them were very different heights, so his crotch ended up pressing against her tits in that position. She must have felt him throb, but rather than move away, she seemed to rub her boobs against him before letting him down.
She lay down on the floor and said, “Could you let me grab your feet while I lift my feet up.”
The classic ab exercise. He stood there, very aware that she could see up his shorts and that she must be able to see how far in front of him his cock was standing, even under his shorts. He looked down to see that she was indeed looking straight up. When it was his turn, things turned even more erotic as she stood above his face with her legs apart so that she could plant her feet on either side of him. He could now see that she was indeed wearing no underwear and that her outer pussy lips were darker than any he had seen, almost purple.
