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First Time in the Philippines
By Wonder_Dad Story #8
We hopped in the back of a local jeepney, the Philippine version of a taxi, my friend Dave and I, tossing our duffel bags in and making sure our side arms were well hidden under our uniforms, as we headed for Angeles. We were accompanied by two young Pilipino girls and one sergeant from our would-be unit at Clark AFB. The sergeant had jumped shotgun leaving Dave and I sitting alongside these two brown-skinned chicks.
The road was mainly dirt, with more bumps and holes then carter has pills and it was atrocious. The flat seats along the sides of the back of the jeep were slick and it was all we could do to hang on to the rails to stay put. I guess fortunately for us, the two girls were sliding back and forth into us as their assets bounced wildly up and down. Both of us wrapped our arms around them to keep them in place with us. They were jabbering and smiling holding us tight. When we arrived the driver had his hand out for the fare, and not knowing any better, I tossed him a quarter since we had no foreign currency. His face almost cracked in two with a wide smile as he quickly spoke to the two girls pointing at us. He jumped back into the jeepney and speed away.
"Hey, I don't know if you realize that you just gave that driver a humongous amount for the taxi ride. That quarter paid for all 5 fares and then some," the sergeant laughed loudly at us. "And as an added bonus, these two girls are his daughters, and he has instructed them to 'take care' of you, if you know what I mean." He winked at the girls saying something to them and turned to walk away, speaking over his shoulder to us, "They will get you settled in your new shared quarters. You do not have to report for 5 days, so enjoy yourselves. Just keep your watches and wallets out of sight. The normal jeepney fair is 2 cents and US currency is Gold to them. I suggest you change over to pesos as soon as you can."
Still not completely understanding what he meant, the girls grabbed our hands and led us through the streets and down a narrow alley to a gate. There were no markings or numbers; you just had to remember where you were and what it looked like I guess. This house was concrete block with a tiny courtyard of maybe 6 feet by 10 feet. It was very different from most of the ones we had passed, which were nothing much more than cardboard boxes with tin rooms, a few wooden boards here and there, looking completely unsafe to us.
The girls opened the door to reveal what was one room; the floor was covered in pillows and blankets, a couple of small chest of drawers and a table and four chairs. Hanging on the walls were pictures of the girls and their father and, of course, a crucifix. A small refrigerator, stove and sink against the back wall was the kitchen.
"I am Aimee and this my sister Jessa. What you names?" Aimee asked as Jessa flipped the fan on, and opened the windows wide to allow the air to flow. Both girls had coppery black hair, wide lips and dark eyes that hung from under their wide-brimmed straw hats. It was obvious they were sisters each having similar facial features. The humidity was oppressive and the girls' tops clung to their breasts as they moved about the room, preparing it for us.
We introduced ourselves and the girls immediately chatted between themselves, saying our names, and it was apparent that they were discussing who was going to take care of whom. Aimee seemed to be the bolder of the two girls with Jessa a bit more reserved and shy.
"Fan will cool room; you take shirts off, you cool too. We make food for you now." Aimee said. Jessa and her both headed to the kitchen and pulled the curtain behind them as they went. It was a brilliant suggestion, and we both pulled our uniform shirts off laying them down on the duffels. "You sit please; we bring drinks first, and then eat when finished."
Within a few minutes, the curtains parted. There standing before us, the two lovely girls had shed their clothing, wearing nothing but panties. Instantly with their straw hats removed we had a set of twin girls before us. Their breasts were small, guessing on 34A's, glistened with sweat holding bottles of ice-cold San Miguel beer in their hands. Both smiled and came to sit beside us. Dave and I accepted the beers from Aimee and Jessa and toasted by clinking the bottles together, drinking deeply.
It was virtually impossible to tell which girl was which, they were identical in every visible respect, and I was having difficulty in keeping my eyes off the two of them. Their breasts were almost all nipples, puffy, dark and up-turned. As Jessa took a drink, the beer dribbled down her chin and fell between her breasts and without thinking, I used my fingers to capture the rivulet of beer. Her hands captured my hand, thinking I had gone too far, I started to apologize for my action, when she directed my hand onto her breasts and smiled widely.
"I like you touch me. You kiss them, yes?" Her shoulders went backwards and her breasts prominently stood forward. I immediately leaned forward and began kissing and suckling on her puffy nipples, one to the other, until they were taunt pointed probes in my mouth. She was running her hands threw my hair, stroking as I devoured her nipples. She moved and sat astraddle my lap, her pussy against my cock, which had now swollen inside the loose GI shorts, its tip protruding thru the fly. She ground herself against my crotch rubbing her pussy with my cock, moaning with her eyes closed.
My arms went around her pulling her closer and I glanced over at Dave, discovering that Aimee had already pushed him down on his back, removed his shorts and was going down on his cock, her long hair flowing on his stomach and thighs as she worked up and down on him.
All I could think of beyond the beautiful girl on my lap was how lucky we were to have come to the Philippines.
By Wonder_Dad Story #8
We hopped in the back of a local jeepney, the Philippine version of a taxi, my friend Dave and I, tossing our duffel bags in and making sure our side arms were well hidden under our uniforms, as we headed for Angeles. We were accompanied by two young Pilipino girls and one sergeant from our would-be unit at Clark AFB. The sergeant had jumped shotgun leaving Dave and I sitting alongside these two brown-skinned chicks.
The road was mainly dirt, with more bumps and holes then carter has pills and it was atrocious. The flat seats along the sides of the back of the jeep were slick and it was all we could do to hang on to the rails to stay put. I guess fortunately for us, the two girls were sliding back and forth into us as their assets bounced wildly up and down. Both of us wrapped our arms around them to keep them in place with us. They were jabbering and smiling holding us tight. When we arrived the driver had his hand out for the fare, and not knowing any better, I tossed him a quarter since we had no foreign currency. His face almost cracked in two with a wide smile as he quickly spoke to the two girls pointing at us. He jumped back into the jeepney and speed away.
"Hey, I don't know if you realize that you just gave that driver a humongous amount for the taxi ride. That quarter paid for all 5 fares and then some," the sergeant laughed loudly at us. "And as an added bonus, these two girls are his daughters, and he has instructed them to 'take care' of you, if you know what I mean." He winked at the girls saying something to them and turned to walk away, speaking over his shoulder to us, "They will get you settled in your new shared quarters. You do not have to report for 5 days, so enjoy yourselves. Just keep your watches and wallets out of sight. The normal jeepney fair is 2 cents and US currency is Gold to them. I suggest you change over to pesos as soon as you can."
Still not completely understanding what he meant, the girls grabbed our hands and led us through the streets and down a narrow alley to a gate. There were no markings or numbers; you just had to remember where you were and what it looked like I guess. This house was concrete block with a tiny courtyard of maybe 6 feet by 10 feet. It was very different from most of the ones we had passed, which were nothing much more than cardboard boxes with tin rooms, a few wooden boards here and there, looking completely unsafe to us.
The girls opened the door to reveal what was one room; the floor was covered in pillows and blankets, a couple of small chest of drawers and a table and four chairs. Hanging on the walls were pictures of the girls and their father and, of course, a crucifix. A small refrigerator, stove and sink against the back wall was the kitchen.
"I am Aimee and this my sister Jessa. What you names?" Aimee asked as Jessa flipped the fan on, and opened the windows wide to allow the air to flow. Both girls had coppery black hair, wide lips and dark eyes that hung from under their wide-brimmed straw hats. It was obvious they were sisters each having similar facial features. The humidity was oppressive and the girls' tops clung to their breasts as they moved about the room, preparing it for us.
We introduced ourselves and the girls immediately chatted between themselves, saying our names, and it was apparent that they were discussing who was going to take care of whom. Aimee seemed to be the bolder of the two girls with Jessa a bit more reserved and shy.
"Fan will cool room; you take shirts off, you cool too. We make food for you now." Aimee said. Jessa and her both headed to the kitchen and pulled the curtain behind them as they went. It was a brilliant suggestion, and we both pulled our uniform shirts off laying them down on the duffels. "You sit please; we bring drinks first, and then eat when finished."
Within a few minutes, the curtains parted. There standing before us, the two lovely girls had shed their clothing, wearing nothing but panties. Instantly with their straw hats removed we had a set of twin girls before us. Their breasts were small, guessing on 34A's, glistened with sweat holding bottles of ice-cold San Miguel beer in their hands. Both smiled and came to sit beside us. Dave and I accepted the beers from Aimee and Jessa and toasted by clinking the bottles together, drinking deeply.
It was virtually impossible to tell which girl was which, they were identical in every visible respect, and I was having difficulty in keeping my eyes off the two of them. Their breasts were almost all nipples, puffy, dark and up-turned. As Jessa took a drink, the beer dribbled down her chin and fell between her breasts and without thinking, I used my fingers to capture the rivulet of beer. Her hands captured my hand, thinking I had gone too far, I started to apologize for my action, when she directed my hand onto her breasts and smiled widely.
"I like you touch me. You kiss them, yes?" Her shoulders went backwards and her breasts prominently stood forward. I immediately leaned forward and began kissing and suckling on her puffy nipples, one to the other, until they were taunt pointed probes in my mouth. She was running her hands threw my hair, stroking as I devoured her nipples. She moved and sat astraddle my lap, her pussy against my cock, which had now swollen inside the loose GI shorts, its tip protruding thru the fly. She ground herself against my crotch rubbing her pussy with my cock, moaning with her eyes closed.
My arms went around her pulling her closer and I glanced over at Dave, discovering that Aimee had already pushed him down on his back, removed his shorts and was going down on his cock, her long hair flowing on his stomach and thighs as she worked up and down on him.
All I could think of beyond the beautiful girl on my lap was how lucky we were to have come to the Philippines.
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