CHAPTER 1
Jesse Meets the Man of Her Life
It was a hot day at Perth, as I boarded the plane bound for Brisbane. Walking down the corridor in the first class lounge I found my seat. Placing my hand baggage into the overhead compartment I settled down for the long flight. Ten minutes later a quiet voice disturbed my thoughts asking if she could get to her seat. Looking up, my eyes settled on a tiny Asian woman, long black hair flowing over her small shoulders, with dark eyes looking hypnotically through an expensive pair of pink framed spectacles, making her light brown face even more sensual. Like everything else about her, the breasts were tiny. She could not have stood much over five feet. Once settled in her seat she quietly, almost shyly introduced herself as Jesse, saying that although she was born in Thailand yet she lived in Sydney.
I was smitten, entranced, intoxicated with her erotic beauty. Starting a halting conversation I told her that I was returning to Brisbane from London where I had spent the last five years working for an international advertising agency as a design artist. She told me her full name was Jesse Ky I shook her delicate hand saying that I was Karl Swan, Jesse told me that although she lived in Sydney she had to go to an international jewelery exhibition, saying she was a designer and had a stand booked there. I noticed that she was wearing a delicate gold necklace with an opal pendant hanging down between her enticing breasts.
When the hostess came around we ordered a bottle of sparkling wine. Drinking the wine Jesse told me her story. She was born in Sankhlaburi which is a border outpost on a lake that is almost always covered in mist overhung by the rugged Karst Mountains. I lived there until twelve years old when my parents immigrated to Australia. I went to a high school and quickly learned to speak English. I was very artistic following in my grandfather's footsteps and studying jewelery design.
After hearing Jess's story I explained that I was currently out of work and looking for permanent accommodation in Brisbane. Being a graphic designer I did not think I would have too much trouble finding work. In the meantime I am booked in at a large city hotel. Jess's eyes lit up saying that that was where she had been booked by the conference organisers. We finished our wine as the stewardess brought a light meal to us. After eating this we lay back trying to catch up on some lost sleep. I woke three hours later with Jess's head resting against my shoulder.
I didn't want to move in case I woke her. As she slept peacefully her chest raising and falling with each breath I noticed the beginnings of an erection begin to make its presence known. I shifted uneasily in my seat trying to push my boner into a more comfortable position. My movements woke Jesse, who shifted, lifting her head off me. She looked towards me, apologising for the intrusion into my private space.
After many hours we heard the captain tell us that we were preparing to land at Brisbane Airport the weather was hot and humid. Twenty minutes later we were filing out of the cabin and into the terminus. Jesse and I went over to the carousel to collect our luggage. Wheeling our suitcases outside we hailed a cab telling him to take us to our hotel.
Jesse walked confidently up to the reception telling them who she was. The clerk looked down his monitor before looking up saying that she was not booked at the hotel. Jesse showed her booking papers and the clerk apologised saying there was nothing he could do the hotel was booked out for the conference.
Stepping forward I took her by the arm saying that she can share my room. She looked at me through teary eyes thanking me gracefully. Once I was booked in we took the lift to our suit on the top floor. It was a standard hotel room, luxury queen bed with separate bath room and sitting room with a balcony off. We noticed that there was only the Queen bed but Jesse said not to worry we are both adults and will manage.
It had been a long and tiring flight and we decided to test the quality of the covered pool n the roof. Jesse opened her suitcase removing a yellow bikini, disappearing into the bathroom and changing; she reappeared in a white dressing gown courtesy of the hotel. I had changed in the bedroom so we took the lift to the roof walking into the pool dome. Inside we found a twenty five meter, salt water pool and a door leading into a sauna. Removing our robes we entered the pool. It was refreshingly cool and we floated laying our heads back relaxing in the watery comfort.
Jess announced that she was hungry so we got out and dried off. It was then that I noticed her properly for the first time. Her tiny person was slim weighing no more than 95 pounds, her perfectly proportioned, tiny breasts pushed against the yellow cloth of her top, proud nipples standing out on show. Her brown skin tone set off the pastel yellow of her designer bikini. I watched as she raised one leg drying down along her inner thigh passing over her pussy to the other thigh before moving vigorously up to her breasts and head.
Having changed we departed for the restaurant; which was a large airy establishment with access to tables on a verandah. We requested the Maitre Dee give us a secluded table on the verandah. Taking our table we left our menu's and adjourned to the luxuriously appointed bar. Ordering two, bourbon's on ice we sipped our drinks making small talk. As we conversed I noticed Jess's hand snake onto my thigh her fingers squeezing lightly. "I owe you the world for being my savior. I can't thank you enough. I don't know what I would have done if I had been refused accommodation, my display has already been set up with over one hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelery. When I am refunded I will cover your accommodation."
