Four Moons on the Honeymoon !!!
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the next morning the sound to the sea beckoned me from the huge open glass doors. We wear our swimming costumes and walk down to the deserted beach. Strolling along the surf at the beachhead with her whispering sweet nothings and me looking longingly at the sea :D … i began turning my head towards her … as my line of vision came up-front, my heart skipped a beat or was it that i forgot to breathe? :O Coming towards us at some distance were two topless white women.
asdfghjkl … my face i’m sure resembled The Mask with his eyes popping out … my wife too got a load of those two pairs of bare MOONS heading our way. i was cursing my luck since i was not carrying the camera. i could not behave like a typical MAN and go back to the hotel to get it :( , being newly married and all … one thing i need to mention here … in those days she and i had a very good understanding … she read my mind & tells me to go get the camera :D
i pivot on the sand and make a run for it towards the hotel before she changed her mind, not wanting to wait and see whether she meant it or…you know, the woman thing ;) … ((( i may have said ''yes'', but my tone meant ''don't you dare'' X( )))
leaping over various hurdles on the way like a track star, i virtually flew back to the hotel. i didn’t bother to waste time waiting for the dumb elevator and took the stairs three at a time, lest i'm not back before the two subjects of my artistic abilities :D disappeared into the horizon or something. Besides, the bigger tragedy would be that my friends back home would NEVER believe me, hence the larger motive was to get photographic proof & NOTHING else :D
wasting precious minutes trying to shove in the key, i smashed open our room door a-la-hollywood style (((this is a bit too much exaggeration ;) ))), grabbed the camera by it’s strap, nearly decided to jump out of the second floor balcony into the pool below to save time. i refrained because the camera would become wet :D. i ran back down the stairwell, chest heaving, skidded to a momentary halt at the reception desk to FLASH … a smile, that is, to the pretty Thai receptionist handing over the room keys to her.
i headed back out hoping my wife had the two women engaged in some mundane conversation to delay their departure … first in my line of vision came my lone wife then (((whew!!!))) the brunette was on her haunches touching a dead jellyfish washed up on the sand and the other strolling around without a care in the world.
now to trap their treasure CHESTS on film without making it too obvious … my wife went and stood in line with the short-haired TOPLESS woman behind her kicking the surf … i got a clear shot keeping my wife relegated to one corner of the frame. Like a relay athlete I sprinted to her and she handed me the baton (((camera))) as i went and posed … my hands covering my crotch for obvious reasons, (((the goris must have died laughing))) telling her to focus on the dead jellyfish ;) …another perfect shot as she managed to keep me to one corner and the woman in the centre, as she had got up realizing she could not revive the dead jellyfish :D had begun trudging aimlessly, her MOONS swinging ;) , towards where my wife was standing focusing the camera.
Well i had the story to tell my friends at the dinner table on our return home … & as expected they disbelieved, as even I probably would have too … i whipped out the two photograph, my chest swelling with pride at the proof of the two lovely chests captured on camera :D, silencing my critics. While my ‘prestige’ went up multifold with my male friends ( lol ) the ladies were in throes, cackling away in the crowded restaurant at my rendition of both this episode and the incident of my disastrous fall off the honeymoon bed.
Whether i’m a good lover or not, i don’t wish to comment :D … but i hope my story telling skills are better than my fumbling elsewhere :D
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the next morning the sound to the sea beckoned me from the huge open glass doors. We wear our swimming costumes and walk down to the deserted beach. Strolling along the surf at the beachhead with her whispering sweet nothings and me looking longingly at the sea :D … i began turning my head towards her … as my line of vision came up-front, my heart skipped a beat or was it that i forgot to breathe? :O Coming towards us at some distance were two topless white women.
asdfghjkl … my face i’m sure resembled The Mask with his eyes popping out … my wife too got a load of those two pairs of bare MOONS heading our way. i was cursing my luck since i was not carrying the camera. i could not behave like a typical MAN and go back to the hotel to get it :( , being newly married and all … one thing i need to mention here … in those days she and i had a very good understanding … she read my mind & tells me to go get the camera :D
i pivot on the sand and make a run for it towards the hotel before she changed her mind, not wanting to wait and see whether she meant it or…you know, the woman thing ;) … ((( i may have said ''yes'', but my tone meant ''don't you dare'' X( )))
leaping over various hurdles on the way like a track star, i virtually flew back to the hotel. i didn’t bother to waste time waiting for the dumb elevator and took the stairs three at a time, lest i'm not back before the two subjects of my artistic abilities :D disappeared into the horizon or something. Besides, the bigger tragedy would be that my friends back home would NEVER believe me, hence the larger motive was to get photographic proof & NOTHING else :D
wasting precious minutes trying to shove in the key, i smashed open our room door a-la-hollywood style (((this is a bit too much exaggeration ;) ))), grabbed the camera by it’s strap, nearly decided to jump out of the second floor balcony into the pool below to save time. i refrained because the camera would become wet :D. i ran back down the stairwell, chest heaving, skidded to a momentary halt at the reception desk to FLASH … a smile, that is, to the pretty Thai receptionist handing over the room keys to her.
i headed back out hoping my wife had the two women engaged in some mundane conversation to delay their departure … first in my line of vision came my lone wife then (((whew!!!))) the brunette was on her haunches touching a dead jellyfish washed up on the sand and the other strolling around without a care in the world.
now to trap their treasure CHESTS on film without making it too obvious … my wife went and stood in line with the short-haired TOPLESS woman behind her kicking the surf … i got a clear shot keeping my wife relegated to one corner of the frame. Like a relay athlete I sprinted to her and she handed me the baton (((camera))) as i went and posed … my hands covering my crotch for obvious reasons, (((the goris must have died laughing))) telling her to focus on the dead jellyfish ;) …another perfect shot as she managed to keep me to one corner and the woman in the centre, as she had got up realizing she could not revive the dead jellyfish :D had begun trudging aimlessly, her MOONS swinging ;) , towards where my wife was standing focusing the camera.
Well i had the story to tell my friends at the dinner table on our return home … & as expected they disbelieved, as even I probably would have too … i whipped out the two photograph, my chest swelling with pride at the proof of the two lovely chests captured on camera :D, silencing my critics. While my ‘prestige’ went up multifold with my male friends ( lol ) the ladies were in throes, cackling away in the crowded restaurant at my rendition of both this episode and the incident of my disastrous fall off the honeymoon bed.
Whether i’m a good lover or not, i don’t wish to comment :D … but i hope my story telling skills are better than my fumbling elsewhere :D
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posted by _ShaitaaN_ at 8:20 PM
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