Escape from Chinese New Year - A Story

[ashtodust]

One

People leave the country during Chinese New Year for various reasons.

For me, I really needed a break. My whole life has been in a tailspin ever since getting that promotion. This new year, I know nobody will no longer ask me when I'm getting married. No one would dare to. But looking at my younger siblings with their wives and lovely children, some of whom have grown to love Jaclyn's presence as their "aunt", I knew I couldn't do this. My story with Jaclyn goes way back to primary school, and maybe some day I will share it.

Following the turn of events on Valentine's Day, I took an unprecedented week off work. You deserve a good break to celebrate this, they say. Nobody understand my pain, the pain of knowing that sometimes, love just ain't enough.

[ashtodust]

Two

An impulsive series of online clicks brought me to where I am now, this packed, red-eye flight to Bangkok. I was fortunate to get my favourite window seat despite the late booking. I love how the world, with your problems, seem to shrink and vanish under you from your window seat.

My neighbour turned out to be a SYT, ostensibly in her late twenties. The petite lady seemed to be alone.

The best part of flying is during takeoff, when you get this sinking, orgasm-like feeling that makes you feel sleepy. On some of my long work trips, I use that to fall asleep. Tonight, it was my neighbour who used that to fall asleep. She sure knocked herself out really fast, in spite of the crying baby near the back of the plane!

This was my perfect opportunity to check her out. It was advantageous that the seat next to her was somehow empty, although I was very sure the flight was fully booked. That gave me full visual access to her. Between the sleeves of her white, cotton cardigan were her heaving B-size bosoms, covered only by a rather tight-fitting purple tank top. As I inched closer, I could see her cleavage and the edges of her lacy black bra. It was a sight to behold. Moving downwards, I saw her creamy, white legs that were covered just by her denim shorts. They were not toned and athletic like Jaclyn's, but it was good enough. I could feel the pressure build up in my boxers as I ogled at her.

The plane began to rattle slightly as we entered an area of turbulence. The seatbelt sign came on. Now no one could walk pass me to see what I could be doing. I whipped out my phone, hovered it over this lady's chest and legs, and took some pictures. She was sleeping really well despite the turbulence and crying baby, and one must hand it to her!

She had placed her passport and boarding pass in the backseat pocket in front of her. I had to know her name so that I could stalk her further. I swiped her passport off the pocket, and just then the seatbelt sign came off and the passenger in front of me stood up.

Naturally, one's reaction would be to flinch at such a sudden event, but fortunately for me, my job and training has made me very proficient with the pokerface. After the passenger went to the toilet, I flipped over to the particulars page of her passport to take a picture of it.

So you're 28 years old, Jeanette.

I spent the rest of the flight ogling Jeanette whenever I could, and the flight could only end too soon. When will I see you again, Jeanette?

I hate waiting to get off a plane. That is why I always make an effort to collect my hand carry luggage way before anyone else. As I opened the overhead compartment, I noticed that my luggage had shifted away from my preferred and usual corner location. Shifting destinations... what an apt description of the current state of my life...

[ashtodust]

Three

I couldn't wait to check in to my hotel and get some sleep. I should have slept on the flight, but Jeanette's perfect boobs and legs were too distracting.

After settling in my suite, I wasted no time to unload my luggage. Only that I had a problem. I could not unlock my luggage. Why!

I gave up after five minutes of fiddling with the lock. Then I noticed a little luggage tag on the side handle of the luggage.

The owner: Jeanette Loh

What are the odds of someone owning the same luggage as you, and ending up as your neighbour on your flight?

I had to get my luggage back, and I had no idea how to contact Jeanette. Unless, of course, I opened the luggage to look for more information.

My beginning years in my paperwork-intensive, boring career has made me very attentive to details (and on hindsight, I should have simply called the airline to track Jeanette down). I accessed the picture of the passport particulars I took, and tried some possible password combinations.

CLICK.

I was greeted by a bundle of dresses, lingerie and documents.

[alan0338]

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[ANowhereMan]

Good start...

[ashtodust]

Four

What you find in someone's bag can tell you a lot about that person. I guess it is especially more true for a person's luggage.

The most noticeable item in Jeanette's luggage was this classic pair of black Louboutin pumps. Not many women can pull off 4.5 inches, but Jeanette owns precisely such a pair. Jaclyn was never comfortable with heels. She was too athletic for heels anyway.

It's always a turn on to check out a woman in heels, from bottom to top. Up the slim, killer heels, then the creamy legs, next the thighs, hoping that the thighs never end, that the fabric of the dress never gets in your field of vision, and when it finally does, the ass and hopefully the rare cameltoe, then the inward hourglass curves around the waist, followed by the bosoms and hopefully some cleavage, and then the neckline, jawline and face.

It's an even greater turn on to fuck a woman wearing nothing but heels.

The next item that caught my attention was this folder of documents. My instinct told me that this would be where I can find the information I needed to locate Jeanette and get my luggage back.

It turns out that Jeanette is a Marketing Manager working for one of the clients I brought in to my firm. Whoever brings work to do on a holiday must have a pretty messed up work-life balance, like me. As I flipped through the folder, I finally got to the part of greatest interest to me - there were hotel booking vouchers. Jeanette stays in the same hotel as me!

I want my luggage back. Now I know where it is. But I also have a luggage of lingerie and dresses.

[ashtodust]

Five

Jeanette is a Victoria's Secret and La Senza kind of woman, and I noticed that the lacy black bra I caught a glimpse of on the flight was only one of the many pairs of lacy underwear she had. I ran my fingers over the smooth, silky fabric of her bras. She had red, black, navy and purple, most of which was black.

The speed at which my penis sprang to life reminded me of how long it has been since the last time I laid my hands on women's underwear, let alone take them off Jaclyn's body which I miss so much.

I lowered my face into the red, petite-cupped bra and took a sniff. Arousing whiffs of detergent added on to the sensual assault that the silken texture of the bras was giving me. I turned the bra over to have a look at the label, and took a picture of it. Jeanette is a 32B. Not very big, but good enough.

Moving on to the panties, I observed that many of those bras I ran my fingers over had matching panties. Jeanette is a thongs person, nothing interesting here. Still, the thought that she might not have washed some of those panties cleanly, the hope that perhaps I could sniff traces of her womanly nectar made me examine every single one of the panties carefully.

There was a bulge under Jeanette's clothes. Like the kind of bulge you see in a man's crotch. Sensing that I might have found something nice, I reached for the bulge. On the top of the heap of clothes was a sexy, low cut bodycon black dress.

Louboutin pumps. Bodycon dress. She must be planning to party here, and how great would it be if I could join her, get her drunk and high, and maybe get her to ask me to fuck her.

The bulge under the clothes was a dildo! An even better chance of catching a whiff of her love hole.

It was a well-worn dildo that must have been used for a long time, or very regularly. There were some fade stains on the toy. I took a sniff of the dildo.

Ahhhh... the unmistakable scent of a woman. A scent I haven't smelt in a long time.

I took another sniff.

My penis was throbbing with excitement and begging for release by now.

[ashtodust]

Six

I whipped it out and touched myself. As I did so, I covered my face with the purple panties and sniffed at it.

I was in a room alone, with a woman's luggage full of her private belongings.

You know how it feels like when you masturbate after a long period without any ejaculation? Every jerk feels so intense. You also cum really fast. Buoyed by the waves of pleasure surging in my hands, I prepared myself for the final few jerks when I realised something - I was going to shoot into Jeanette's panties!

I hurriedly turned away from the pile of lingerie, but it was too late. Fortunately, only one of them got stained by my cum. It was quite a sight to see. I ran to the suite toilet and hurriedly washed off the stain.

I checked the time, and surprisingly, it has been 4 hours since I landed.

It is now 8am. I need to find Jeanette in her room fast, before she wakes up and leaves her room for the day's activities. For example, to find replacements for the contents of her lost luggage?

I went to the concierge to explain myself, and somehow I got more than what I asked for. The receptionist misunderstood what I was saying, and gave me another key to Jeanette's room. In fact there were so few questions asked and checks done, I wonder if they even had any training.

8am after a red-eye flight, and I have the keys to her room. Is she still sleeping? What does she wear to sleep?

[bombshell]

Waiting to read yur next chapter.

[ashtodust]

Seven

I pressed the lift button repeatedly, but there was no response. How could the lift break down so suddenly when it was still working when I took it down to the lobby?

There was no choice but to heave the luggage up the steps to Jeanette's 6th storey room.

The doorbell chimed loudly as I pressed the bell at Room 609. I also made sure that Jeamette could see her luggage through her peep hole.

The door creaked as Jeanette opened a small slit, with the deadlock engaged.

Me: I have your luggage, Jeanette. The one that you thought was yours and looks just like yours, is mine. I spent the whole night trying every single possible password combination.

Jeanette: Oh my god, that's so amazing! Would you like to come in?

I would love to come in, of course. I would also love to come in her. Jeanette closed the door before fumbling with the deadlock, then reopened the door.

As i followed her into her room, I could smell the product she used on her face and hair. Now I'm talking to the woman whose underwear I sniffed, touched, and masturbated to. I watched her ass, wrapped only in a delicate pair of FBT shorts, jiggled in front of me as she walked over to the bed in her Deluxe room.

[ashtodust]

Eight

Jeanette: Oh god... Thank you so much for tracking me down! You must have taken a while to guess the combination to my luggage.

My eyes were now drawn to the two little peaks jutting out of her white camisole, supported just by the two sexy, thin straps down her shoulder. Maybe I stared a little too intently. She glanced down at her own chest and adjusted her top so her nipples were not that obvious. She should have put on a bra before letting me in. For her bottom half, all she had was a pair of short FBT shorts and I was sure I could see somethings if I stared hard enough. But to draw her closer to me, I must keep my distance for now.

In her room, alone with her. A braless Jeanette wearing short shorts. Sitting on the edge of her bed. Close enough to smell the product on her face and hair. Close enough to pin her down and fuck the brains out of her... close enough...

Me: The whole night, miss... So, where's my luggage?

Turning around to scrutinize her room, I noticed a familiar luggage at the corner, its zipper open.

Jeanette: I... I thought I forgot my combination and cut the zipper open... Sorry...

Me: What!

Jeanette: I didn't know...

Me: Count it as my misfortune then. Ok, here are your stuff, now I'll take mine back.

In my career dealing with my clients and their rivals, I had taken many calculated risks with people. This time, I'm taking another one of those calculated risks. I walked out of her room.

She is supposed to say something.

I was now at the doorstep. Is she really not going to offer to make up for spoiling my luggage?

Jeanette: Wait! I should do something to make up for spoiling your luggage. Are you free for coffee at the cafe downstairs?

[ashtodust]

Nine

At the cafe downstairs, Jeanette paid for my espresso. I really needed it after a night without sleep. Like me, Jeanette also liked her coffee black and plain, no sugar, no milk, no nonsense.

She was now wearing a navy tube dress that accentuated her petite figure, showed me enough of her delicious, defined collarbones and shoulders, and stopped just after showing a little teaser of a cleavage. She wasn't wearing her heels, but there was still some leg and thigh for me to see.

Jeanette: I don't even know your name yet!

Me: I'm Thomas. So, Bangkok during Chinese New Year. What's your story?

Jeanette: I just don't like being pestered by relatives about my relationship. My parents split my ex and I apart because we had different religious views.

Me: Hey, I'm sorry to hear about that. Sometimes love just ain't enough, right? ...You don't have to tell me so much if you don't want to.

Jeanette: It's ok, you look like the sort I can trust my stories with, Thomas.

Jeanette's face glowed scarlet as she said so. Sure, you trust me, one day I'll thrust you, Jeanette...

Our chat went on to work ("I might have seen you during one of the meetings before!"), our hobbies ("I played the clarinet too!"), where we went to school ("I've always had something for girls from your JC!" I said cheekily, earning myself a playful kick on the shin), where we lived, and stuff like that.

We hit it off really well. I never thought I could have such a connection with another woman after more than 7 fruitless years with Jaclyn. 7 years in something that I thought was meant to be...

Jeanette: Hey, I think we should go. Tonight, I'm clubbing at that new place just around the cormer from our hotel. I think I'll feel safe with you around. I hope a few more drinks there can fully make up for your luggage... Say we meet at 10pm at my room?

Will she wear her smoking heels with the bodycon dress I found in her luggage? Will a night of booze and dancing lead to other things?

Me: Don't mention the luggage anymore, Jeanette. I'll see you tonight!

[zeusfist]

Setting up camp

[Dino1]

Cool....camping for more

[PrinceCharles]

Very nicely written bro, waiting for more