Pete's Taiwan Adventures

Hi Reader, it's been a while, but here is the first of three chapters in the continuing Mia and Sia saga. For those interested, below is a list of titles in order. Read them first if you wish, but Pete's Taiwan Adventures is a stand-alone story. My heartfelt thanks go out to

Chief Hal

for his invaluable proof reading. Any mistakes are entirely my own and I appreciate constructive feedback. Cheers, Foster Kaizen.

Meeting Sia -

Meeting Sia Part One - March 2023

Meeting Sia Part Two - July 2023

Vina's Visit - Jan 2024

Pulao Yoyo - Dec 2024

Pete's Taiwan Adventures

A Mia and Sia story

By FosterK

Pete Townsend approached gate twenty-one in Brisbane's international airport, he pulled a small wheelie case behind him and hefted a smaller backpack over his shoulder. He was boarding flight SQ246, the midnight flight, Brisbane to Taipei, seat 47C. Halfway down the plane, he'd thought, but it's an aisle seat and although it was economy, at least he had got a discount on the fare, courtesy of Mia's connections with the airline. A former Singapore airlines flight attendant, or Singapore Girl, as they were known, Mia was his lover/partner, who, along with her daughter Sia, had rescued him from the depths of depression, following the death of his wife some years back.

Both Mia and her daughter were skilled practitioners in acupuncture (among other things). Pete had shown a keen interest in this field and had some limited training from Mia and Sia; when they could keep their hands off him that was. So now he was going to Tainan, in southern Taiwan, to complete his training with the same respected master of acupuncture that had trained both Mia and Sia. They have an idea that he could provide acupuncture and massage service to the many friends of his wife, women who would prefer a male practitioner, many of whom were former Singapore Girls and Ex Hostesses from other airlines.

Pete had his passport open to the photo page and his boarding pass in his hand, ready for scanning. The pretty Singapore Airlines ground staff, looked briefly at his passport and then at his face for confirmation, then scanned his boarding pass. She frowned slightly at the display on her screen.

"I'm sorry Mr. Townsend, there seems to be a flag in the system about you, can I ask you to wait just over there, 'til I get someone to help." She indicated a counter off to his left.

Pete shrugged, "Sure no problem," he stepped out of line, ignoring the curious looks from other passengers. I wonder what this is all about. He thought.

The ground staff lady waved at another team member at the counter, then continued scanning and checking other passengers.

The young, very handsome, Asian man, who Pete assumed was one of the flight attendants, looked up from his screen, seemed to have a moment of recognition and clicked a mouse button. He grabbed what looked like another boarding pass off a printer and hurried over. "I'm terribly sorry to pull you out of the line like that Mr. Townsend, I do apologise. You see we've somehow overbooked the economy cabin, and we have a family of six that all want to sit together, in the same row."

Okay, Pete thought, how does this have anything to do with me?

As if in answer to his unspoken question, the Flight attendant, whose name badge identified him as Aidan, continued, "and your seat is right in the middle of them. So, we'd like to offer you an upgrade, unfortunately our business cabin is quite full, so our only option for you is First Class. I hope this is acceptable Mr. Townsend," he finished, raising his eyebrows and offering the new boarding pass with a smile.

Obviously, Pete didn't have to think much about it at all. "Of course, it's acceptable," said Pete taking the proffered pass. "Thank you so much!"

"That's great sir," Aiden said, "now if you would like to follow me, I'll take you to your seat."

Aiden took him to his seat, 3A on the port side. Pete looked around, it seemed that there was only one other passenger in the cabin, an elderly Chinese man with a long, wispy, white beard, was being assisted with his luggage, in the front row on the starboard side. Aiden, indicated his wheelie case, "may I stow that for you sir?"

"Yes of course," Pete replied, his eyes once more falling on the elderly gent, something strange about the way he carries himself, he thought. It was almost as if he didn't really need help at all, but was humouring the person trying to help. He shrugged, looked around once more, then settled into the seat. "So not many passengers in this section?" he asked Aiden.

"No, just you and that gentleman in L1." Just then a stunning flight attendant, he guessed she was around thirty-five, stepped out from behind a forward bulkhead bearing a tray with two glasses. "Ahh here's Alyssa, she is the cabin supervisor for this section. Thank you, Mr. Townsend, I'll leave you in Alyssa's capable hands." With that, Aiden smiled at Alyssa and turned back to the rear cabin.

"Good evening, sir, can I interest you in a glass of champagne, or perhaps orange juice?" she asked.

Pete once again looked at Alyssa, she was breathtakingly stunning, her dark brown hair fell to her shoulders, she seemed to have been poured into the standard Singapore airlines uniform. She was not well endowed, but more statuesque than anything, her dark stockinged legs looked sexy encased in high heels. But it was her face that got his attention. Why is it, he thought, that the women I meet look like the girls from those old Mystique magazines? Alyssa bore a striking resemblance to Kay Sivilay from the seventy's magazine. Full sensuous lips, almond shaped eyes, makeup sparingly, but expertly applied. She had such a lovely smile, Pete considered falling in love on the spot.

"Sir?" she questioned, "are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, err I'll have the champagne please," he finished.

She placed the glass and a napkin on a small tray she had produced from his armrest. She reached across him, and opened a small compartment, "please stow your backpack in here for take-off, Mr. Singleton, or... may I call you Peter?

"Yes, Peter is fine, or Pete," he said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Okay, Pete it is. I'll be your flight attendant on this flight, please fasten your seat belt, or would you like me to show you how to do that?" He nodded and she reached across him and clipped the buckle together, "enjoy the champagne. I'll be back to collect your glass as we get underway, and I'll explain the features of your seat when we get airborne." With that she turned and went over to speak briefly with the passenger in L1.

Pete stowed the backpack, and settled back to finish his drink, he thought about her scent, an intoxicating, subtle, floral blend he decided, and her hands had come very close to his groin as she did the belt up. (Of course, he knew how to do up the belt, everyone born after 1920 did, it always amused him that the airlines, most likely on the direction of the regulator, insisted in instructing passengers, on how to buckle a seat belt.) So, almost my own personal flight attendant, he thought as he looked around, no others had entered the small, first-class cabin.

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Pete looked up from his tablet where he had been reading a novel. It was the last in a series of tales about the exploits of a professional diamond thief. He read it for entertainment; but, couldn't help thinking that the author really knew diddly squat about safes, how to get inside without the keys or combination; or diamonds for that matter. But he did know how to tell a story.

Before he met Mia and Sia, he had made a living from relieving bad people of their possessions, his preference was small, bright and shiny, but cash was always a welcome find. He was very selective though, only cunts and arseholes, as he described them to himself, were selected for his unique skills.

"May I take your plate, Pete," asked Alyssa.

"Sure, thank you."

Alyssa was clearly bored having only two passengers to look after in the cabin, one of which was clearly asleep, having donned the complimentary eye mask, before the 'fasten seat belt' sign went out. She cleared his plate and took it to the galley. She was quickly back, she asked, "can I get you anything else, Pete, a cognac perhaps, as a night cap?"

Pete thought, yeah why not then I can get some sleep. "Yes please, Cognac would be great." He watched her great legs walk her back to the galley, the satin of her uniform clinging to her bottom. She had changed into flat shoes for the flight, but her legs still looked great. Was it his imagination, were her stockings a few shades lighter than before? He put away his tablet preparing for some shut eye. Alyssa was back in a flash with his drink, she sat on the armrest of 3E, the seat next to his.

"So, how are you enjoying the upgrade, Pete?" she asked, crossing her long legs.

Pete looked again at the stockings; yep they were lighter.

"It's wonderful, I was expecting a noisy flight crammed between two sweaty businessmen in economy, so this is a very pleasant surprise. And it's nice to have my own personal flight attendant to look after me, I do appreciate that."

"Yes, Mia said you would appreciate it," she smiled at the shocked look on his face. "Mia wanted to make sure you enjoyed the trip and arrived relaxed and rested, so she called in some favours and... well here we are!"

Pete grinned, "so this was all planned? I knew I couldn't be this lucky on my own. "How do you know Mia?" he asked.

"Mia and my mother worked together many years ago when they were the original Singapore girls, they've kept in touch, and I've met Sia and Mia on several occasions on layovers in Australia." She explained.

"What about the other passengers where are they?"

"Oh, that part is easy, it's very expensive to travel first class, this is usually a quiet cabin anyway." She paused then continued, "Mia told me you're going to Tainan for an acupuncture course. Tainan is my hometown; you'll love it there."

"I'm sure I will," Pete said stretching and yawning.

Noticing this, Alyssa said, "Let me help you get your lie flat bed setup."

Pete got up from his seat and within a minute Alyssa had converted his seat to a lie flat bed, she also produced a couple of pillows for him. "Now, there is just one more thing I need to let you know." She stood very close to him and spoke softly. "We have a very special offer today on membership of the 'mile high club,'" She paused to let that sink in. "Mia thought it might be something you would enjoy, what do you think?"

"Well, that depends I suppose," Pete replied stepping even closer to Alyssa and placing his hands on her hips.

"On what?" she asked draping her arms around his neck loosely.

"On whether I'm joining with you, or... Aiden," He rushed to add, "I'm sure he's a very nice gentleman, but he's really not my type." Although, he thought, if I

was

that way inclined, he would make it on my list.

"And what about me Peter? Am I your type?" she purred, pressing her body against him.

"Oh, Alyssa, you are most definitely my type!" Pete said, holding her tightly. Gorgeous, slim, Asian. That combination had definitely become his type lately.

"Goody!" she exclaimed. She released her grip on him and took his hand, leading him forward up the aisle.

Pete looked back at the perfectly flat bed and said, "wait, where are we going?"

Alyssa looked back at him, "to the bathroom of course," she saw he was looking at the perfectly made flat bed. "We can't do mile high here in the cabin, someone might walk through. Has to be in the bathroom or it doesn't count, don't worry, I don't take up much room, it'll be squishy but fun, come on."

The entered the bathroom, Alyssa wasted no time in hiking up her dress. Black satin straps of a garter belt held up stockings on her perfect legs. No panties he noted. She pushed him down on the toilet seat and grappled with his belt, flipping open his waist button and tugging down his zip. He raised his bottom so she could pull his pants and boxers down. Alyssa grabbed his face in her hands and planted a deep, sensuous kiss on his lips, her tongue wrestled past his lips. Without breaking the kiss, she took hold of his cock and guided it towards her cunt. With the head of his cock now firmly nestled between her labia, she broke off the kiss and looked at him.

"Time to join the club. Fuck me, Pete!"

With a growl, he pushed to his feet taking Alyssa with him and slamming his cock home, in one fast thrust. She moaned with pleasure at the intrusion and wrapped her long legs around him. He held her light weight body up and pushed her back against the door behind her. Holding tight he proceeded to slam his cock in and out of her in long strokes. 'I wonder how strong the catches are on these doors,' he idly thought. Alyssa's moans were getting louder, her slick tunnel was gripping his cock like a fist. She kissed him hard then buried her face on his neck.

"Keep going, keep going, keep going! Almost there!" She exclaimed.

Pete had no intention of stopping but he was starting to feel a burn in his legs and he was getting very close to cumming himself.

Alyssa shook as her orgasm rocked through her. This was the trigger for Pete and he felt the spunk rise in his cock, till it spurted time after time into her clutching cunt.

Pete slowed and Alyssa lowered her legs as his cock slipped out of her.

"Wow Pete, I think that was the best mile high fuck I've had in a long, long time." She kissed him once more.

"That was...intense," he breathed, wondering just how many 'mile high fucks' she had had, over a career, quite a few he guessed.

"I don't do this very often you know, just when I meet a very special passenger."

"Thank you, I certainly feel special right now,"

Alyssa pulled her skirt back down and turned, she unlocked the door and peeked out to see if it was clear, it was so she stepped out, leaving Pete a bit more room to get dressed.

Pete returned to his seat and settled down for the night, he looked at his watch, one-forty-five AM. He thought he probably had about three hours sleep ahead of him, before he would be awakened for breakfast and landing soon after. Thanks Mia, he thought silently, certainly was an eventful flight so far.

Pete stirred as the cabin lights brightened, he opened his eyes to a beautiful sight. Allysa had squatted next to his seat; she looked fresh and relaxed. "Good morning, Pete, I hope you slept well."

Pete yawned, "I did, thank you," he said smiling. A nice meal, wine, cognac then great sex was conducive to sleep. "What about you? Did you get any sleep?"

"A little nap maybe, but not for long, I am on duty after all. Pete, I don't mean to rush you, but we need to get breakfast service underway and then get the cabin prepped for landing."

"Okay," Pete said stretching, "I need the bathroom though," he gathered up the complimentary toilet kit as Alyssa stood and moved to the side.

"Take your time Pete, while you're gone I'll put your seat back to the sitting position."

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An hour later, Pete was just clearing Immigration control at Taiwan's International Airport. He had Alyssas contact details in his phone; unfortunately she'd informed him that she would layover in Taipei for the day, then had a schedule to fly to Bahrain, so no chance of a catch up in Taiwan. Definitely next time she was in Australia, she had told him.

He'd watched as the Elderly Chinese gent exited the plane ahead of him, confidently walking to the cabin door. Alyssa made a bit of a fuss over him, making sure he had all his possessions before he left the plane. Pete himself had received some knowing looks and tittering, behind hands from the crew as he exited the plane. He did notice later, in the gents that he had dark red lipstick on his cheek, courtesy of Allysa. Clearly this was the cause of the amusement.

Towing his small case, he cleared customs without incident and headed down to the train station below the terminal, He booked a first-class seat for the next train, which arrived a few minutes later, so he ran to the platform. As he boarded, he thought he spotted the gent from L1 boarding another carriage. Bit of a coincidence, he thought, as he found his seat, stowed his luggage and settled back for the fast service to Tainan.

Pete sat watching the countryside fly past. Small towns, some open rice fields and other agriculture then tunnels as the train passed through mountain ranges. Why can't we do this in Australia? He wondered, as he watched the speed indicator in the cabin climb to three-hundred and twenty kilometres per hour.

Arriving in Tainan HSR station he found a taxi and gave the driver the destination, The Brother hotel had been recommended by Mia. It was walking distance to the venue, where his training was to take place. Weird name but their motto was 'we treat you like a Brother would.' He checked in, noting that the first or ground floor was almost entirely restaurants and shops. He immediately took a long, hot shower. Refreshed, dressed and map in hand he went out to scope the route to the training venue and find some lunch.

Later that day, once again, freshly showered and changed, Pete headed out to meet Dan at his bar in downtown Tainan. The taxi driver pointed up a narrow lane, quaint looking, paved in cobblestones, lit by older style lamps that cast an orange glow. Pedestrians only. Pete looked up at the street sign, in Chinese, then underneath in smaller print it read; Wong Way. He shook his head smiling, someone's idea of a joke.

He walked up the lane, the recent rain had left a sheen to the cobblestones. He passed restaurants, gift shops, a Japanese restaurant - an Izakaya, and a bookshop. Wong Fu King Bookshop. He grinned again. Next door was Dan's Bar.

Pete pushed open the door and entered, thankful for the cool of the air-conditioning. The bar looked like it had been recently refurbished, clusters of tables and chairs occupied the central floor space, while the left side wall was lined with new looking, green vinyl booths. A bar occupied the rear space backed by a large mirror and the obligatory rows of liquor bottles. A waitress was working the tables.

Dan spotted him immediately, "Pete," he boomed, "Welcome to Tainan." The two men embraced, drawing looks from some of the patrons and bar staff. "Hey great to see you, Man," Dan continued, pumping Pete's hand, "haven't laid eyes on you since the ceremony at Pulao Yoyo." (Dan was Pete's best man at the commitment ceremony with Mia and Sia last year.) "What brings you to this steamy part of the world?"

"So good to see you too, Dan," Pete replied, "I'm here for some advanced training in holistic medicine and acupuncture. The master that trained Sia and Mia is here in Tainan."

"Taking over the family business hey?" Dan said. He knew of Mia and Sia's acupuncture clinic back in Cairns. "Come, say hello to Grace," he led Pete to the bar. Grace spotted him and ran out from behind and hugged him.

"Pete, so great to see you, I must tell you," she whispered in his ear, "I was very touched and moved by your speech, at the Commitment Ceremony, Mia is a very lucky woman I think."

"And I'm a very lucky man, of that I am sure," Pete replied.

"Ahem, if you two are done whispering sweet nothings, Pete needs a beer and so do I," said Dan.

"Oh you," Grace released Dan and hurried back behind the bar where several other patrons were waiting. She quickly produced two ice cold Tsingtao beers and went back to serving the other drinkers.

The two friends clinked glasses and took a long pull on the beer. They leaned back looking at the patrons, "Nice place," said Pete, looking around, and an interesting street name."