Horny Little Women Pt12

Whilst awaiting Rosie and Tom’s arrival, Matthew Ryder kept busy spending the days with Johnny Frio and the nights with Heather. Both looked like becoming long-term partnerships, particularly after Heather accepted his proposal of marriage. The following day, a $2,000 ring adorned the finger of perhaps the happiest girl in Manila. That Tino Sala rang with congratulations five minutes after his return from lunch told Matthew that his new fianc?wasn’t backward in coming forward when it came to broadcasting the news. No doubt the diamond encrusted band had been waved triumphantly under Connie Truong’s nose on the way. Heather had succeeded in bagging the most eligible bachelor in Manila.

From that point forward, wedding talk persisted exclusively during their time together as Heather busily planned the perfect day down to a tee. In fact, it got so much that Matthew was quite glad of the break when she disclosed her plan to visit relatives in Cebu City to break the news. Overjoyed at the prospect of hosting a couple of English guests, he commandeered the limousine to pick them up in style from the airport. Winding down the blacked-out window, he gestured his guests over. Unused to pomp and ceremony, Rosie’s big doe eyes almost popped out of her head. “Welcome to Manila,” Matthew heralded.

Seeing Tom in the flesh for the first time wasn’t at all what Matthew had expected: tall and skinny with light ginger hair, barely discernible eyebrows and a beaky nose wasn’t the image he had of the ideal guy for the succulent and lusty schoolmistress. As the pair sat opposite Matthew in the limo with a bottle of Armand de Brignac chilling in between, Tom put his arm around Rosie protectively, relaxing only when Matthew disclosed the engagement, hence the champagne.

The bubbly disappeared during an hour-long journey, leaving all three heady and relaxed. No time to rest, however, the evening held much excitement in store. Tino Sala had chartered a boat for the evening to host a fancy dress party for his staff and a few invited guests. They had little more than two hours to visit the fancy dress shop and get ready.

Back inside the apartment, as they unloaded upstairs, Matthew sat in the study, feet up on the desk and watching as the spy camera trained on the bathroom streamed back images in real time. A short wait, action arrived via Rosie’s entrance, shedding her t-shirt and edging towards the mirror. As she bent to survey her face in close-up, an expansive bosom plunged in a lightweight lacy bra, threatening to topple out. It was some sight to behold for the horny young voyeur who was rewarded with an instant hard-on.

Reaching behind her back, the sexy teacher unhooked, the pent-up pressure upon loosening causing the bra to catapult forward. It slivered down her arms and clear, a pair of large purplish areolae revealed. Those awe-inducing breasts heaved playfully as she arched and issued a seductive flick of the hair. Turning away from the camera, she twiddled the taps on the bath, activating a rush of water and rising steam that threatened to spoil the peepshow.

Stepping out of a lacy thong, a somewhat unkempt bush was revealed. “Tut tut, Rosie,” she observed to herself with a smile. “We can’t have that nasty minge spoiling the bikini line.”

“No we can’t,” answered Matthew to the screen, sporting a huge grin and settling back to enjoy.

Reaching into a paisley toiletry bag the sexy schoolmistress took out a tiny pair of scissors, snipping at the privet-like growth on her crotch. With dexterity she snapped the sure blades until a pair of lush pink pussy lips were just visible. Yet she wasn’t done. Another rummage in the bag and a tube of gel emerged. Gathering up a healthy dollop in her fingers and fluffing it into a ball, she reached down to spread the foam generously among the tangle of clipped pubic hair. A gentle moan slipped out as fingertips came into contact with the outer lips of a plump juicy cunt.

Delving into the bag a further time she withdrew a razor, bathing it under the hot tap until the blade warmed. Spreading her legs wide, Rosie drew the razor from bottom to top, sculpting a smooth passage up the right side. She did likewise up the left, gradually moving inward until just a thin wispy line of hair remained down the middle. With care and precision she manoeuvred the blade its length, causing the onlooking Matthew to wince. A perfect job, however, she took a moment to admire her handiwork and a perfectly smooth vagina, all pink and kissable. A further dip into the bag and some soothing oil was applied to the shaven mound before it was patted.

Adding some bubble-bath to the water, she sploshed around with her hands and climbed into the rapidly ascending froth. Downstairs, Matthew was sorely tempted to sprint up and join her in the tub, before remembering with regret that he was now an engaged man. Instead, he continued to watch intently as she eased down gingerly into the boiling water and teased her fulsome breasts with the soap, working up a healthy lather. Lying back to submerge, shoulders disappearing, she sighed as the hot swirl conferred upon her a rosy glow. Wringing out a sponge over her tits, rivulets of water cut trails through the foam to reveal the delicious oversized orbs once more.

Following a thorough all-over scrub with the sponge, Rosie lifted her legs out of the water, heels either side of the bath. Regrettably for Matthew, the gorgeous pussy remained tantalisingly below the camera’s range. It was, however, pretty obvious from the contorted look on her sweet face exactly what she was up to: what she was up to was her knuckles in freshly shaven snatch. Occasionally she’d elevate from the buttocks, giving awesome glimpses of the finger fucking frenzy, face contorted in lust.

Having worked herself up into a frenzy, she came with a loud gasp, receding into the froth momentarily to come down off the orgasmic high. A few moments relaxation later, she climbed guiltily to her feet and into a fluffy towel that had been warming on the hot rail. Matthew’s eyes never left her body as she dried every gorgeous inch of womanly flesh. Satisfied, she headed to the bedroom to join her slumbering lover. At the press of a button, the screen on the laptop flipped over, Matthew with her all the way down the landing and in through the guest bedroom door, upon which he switched over to a third camera. The apartment was as secure as Fort Knox.

Shedding the towel to stand proudly before the mirror, Rosie looked utterly comfortable with her voluptuous nakedness. Squeezing water from the ends of her hair into an upturned palm, she flicked the stray droplets at her drowsy lover. He awoke with a start yet before he could offer a word of protest, she thrust her lips to his, muffling any discord. Then teasingly she pulled back, offering a coquettish smile, bouncy tits wobbling in his face. Tom rocked up onto his backside, trying to trap one of the prominent nipples in his lips. “Naughty, naughty,” Rosie chastised before ambling back to the mirror and going about her tousled hair with a dryer as Tom glanced slyly at the reflection.

“Me, naughty? Look what you’ve done to me,” he mock-protested.

Matthew’s eyes moved momentarily from Rosie’s shapely body to Tom’s wiry frame. Lounging in a pair of white briefs on the bed, a tent had erupted at the front. “I hope you’re going to do something about this,” he chimed.

“Oh, and if I don’t?” Rosie purred, pirouetting to face him once more.

“Then I’ll have to punish you,” Tom replied, climbing to his knees on the bed.

“Ooh,” Rosie cooed. “And how will you do that?”

Tom rubbed his chin. “I’ll spank you so damn hard that Matthew will hear.”

Downstairs in the study, Matthew sighed long and hard. He hadn’t been too sure of Tom at first but was gradually warming to a man very much after his own heart. How Matthew could spank Rosie’s bottie right now, if he wasn’t engaged.

He watched as Rosie shuffled forward on her knees to stand head high to Tom’s crotch, reaching over to ease the briefs down over the bulge. Tom’s cock sprung up, sprouting from a mesh of ginger pubes and nudging her cheek. Flicking a stray strand of hair behind an ear, Rosie let the bloated tip come to rest upon her lips, dispensing a hot kiss that caused Tom to groan wistfully. Tongue extending, she gave the underside of the purple head a good licking before it disappeared into a cavernous mouth that was surely designed with the sole purpose of administering blowjobs.

As she slid her lips up and down the hard shaft with relish, Tom reached down to give her tits a good firm squeeze. As Rosie moaned at the attention, her lover’s cock slipped out. It was dripping with saliva. “Fuck my face, Tom,” she hissed. “Give it to me hard.”

Grinning and taking a firm grip of the semi-damp hair, Tom didn’t need asking twice. Angling, he shoved his cock back in deep before beginning a rhythmic pounding motion. Rosie groaned in a muffled manner as her face was abused. So hot was the thought of doing it in Matthew’s guest bedroom (and not for one moment realising they were closer to their host than it was possible to imagine) soon Tom was brought to the verge of orgasm.

Matthew didn’t need to see the evidence itself to know that Tom had cum, for his face contorted almost painfully. At the same time, Rosie tipped back her head and gurgled down the load. Having swallowed every drop, she told him to run along to the bathroom as time was getting on. At that point, Matthew turned off the cam before he was tempted to do something he might regret. Rosie alone on the bed naked was just too much of a temptation. This really was no way for an engaged man to act. Besides, he had to get ready too. A fancy dress party, the theme was characters from the movies. Matthew – naturally – would be going as his hero James Bond. Rosie had plumped for Barbarella and Tom was Spiderman.

An hour later, the limousine arrived and Matthew climbed in next to host Tino Sala. Resplendent in a blue Austin Powers outfit, complete with comic teeth and glasses, he was introduced to Rosie and Tom. Among the others in the opulent conveyance was Connie Truong, dressed in a yellow tracksuit as Uma Thurman’s Black Mamba character from Kill Bill. A surprise for Matthew, it struck him that he hadn’t set eyes upon the girl since fucking and humiliating her some weeks back. They exchanged a sly glance and he had to remind himself once more that he was engaged.

Manila Bay by night was a wondrous sight to behold, no words able to do justice to its beauty, the moon on the horizon casting a cloudy orange glow across an oil-brown rippled surface. The two tourists’ jaws hit the deck as they climbed aboard the boat. “Now I realise why you didn’t want to stay in England,” Rosie observed, leaning up to kiss Matthew’s cheek to thank him for the wonderful surprise.

Tom didn’t seem to notice – or care for that matter – for his attention had been wrested by a trio of Filipina girls from Tino’s office who’d come as Charlie’s Angels. “A great shame Heather not able to make it,” Tino consoled.

Matthew nodded, though not necessarily in agreement with the sentiment. Following his fellow Brits to the bar, the trio availed themselves of preposterously named cocktails with sexual connotations. A fifteen-minute wait for the remaining guests to board, they were light-headed even before the boat had raised anchor. “Ah, this is the life,” sighed Tom who’d quickly learned how popular western men were among the hot little Filipinas.

As a consequence of his burgeoning carnal designs on all three of Charlie’s Angels, he missed the little touches Matthew issued his girlfriend.