International Relations

I was in Manila for business for 10 days, and had a lot to accomplish, but didn't know the local culture, or have many local contacts. Through an old school friend, I contacted the Chair of the Industrial Engineering Department of De La Salle University to get a recommendation for a highly professional student who could act as my local liaison for the week.

I knew I only had one chance to make my first impression here, and if I entered the country incorrectly, I could never succeed in my efforts. So, I needed someone who could teach me the nuances of developing proper trustful relationships in the local culture, who might have a few contacts of their own, and whom I could deeply and intimately trust.

I briefly interviewed the few students he recommended on the phone and via email. I quickly settled on one student, a bright young woman named Kate to help me out. Kate had a calm, but professionally determined way about her. She seemed to know how to conduct herself in difficult situations, and had a fairly shrewd air about her, while being 100% feminine, a plus in this culture.

Kate is one of those exceptionally bright women, one who has pure beauty as well as being well educated and with lots of common sense. I was nervous; because I wanted to keep this relationship strictly professional and I was afraid it could otherwise injure my business opportunities. So, Kate and I first met in a coffee shop just outside my hotel.

It was my first day, so I was still jet lagged, and Kate was early. As I entered, I was able to pick her out of the crowded shop and carefully introduced myself while shaking hands. Kate had a firm, but gentle handshake, and smile that shown like the sun shines. As it turns out, Kate is a Junior at the De La Salle University and needed the extra income to pay for some of her school expenses.

I was hoping she would be much less attractive, because I didn't want distractions from my work. Unfortunately, Kate turned out to be exactly the physical type that I loved and dreamt about. She was tall, about 5'5" and thin, jet black hair, firm body, small firm breasts that jiggle just a little as she bounced in her high heels, a tight firm rear end with long slender firm legs.

I decided immediately to redouble my efforts to keep this relationship strictly professional. We quickly reviewed what I was doing in Manila , what I had to accomplish and who I was meeting, and what I expected. After asking her what she wanted to gain (she desperately needed the extra money and an excellent recommendation for next years' competitive job search), I emphasized that I expected total loyalty in this relationship. I wouldn't tolerate the slightest disloyalty. The last thing I needed, or could afford was my liaison undermining my efforts and setting me up to be taken by the locals. So, I promised to pay her very well, give her a phenomenal recommendation, and a substantial cash bonus if she did as I requested. Without saying as much, I let her know that if she showed any disloyalty, she would get a terrible recommendation that would ruin her career.

Kate comes from a well to do family, so she immediately understood why I needed help and thought of a few contacts that she could bring me to assure success. She was also experienced enough to guide me on the local cultural aspects required for properly conducting myself.

Kate made a few phone calls and within four hours we had met two of 5 people she thought could help educate me on local business issues before I attended my scheduled business meetings. Grateful, I took her out for a very nice dinner and chatted comfortably together. Kate was a bit shy, and possibly a little intimidated with our professional relationship, but she more than held her own.

Later, Kate took me to Tito Rey for highly rated Filipino food. I really wanted to try out the restaurant before entertaining my guests later that week. Dinner was great, and Kate carefully introduced me to the local seafood cuisines including Bagoong which is a fish delicacy, Tahong (steamed Mussels), all served with Gulay (cooked vegetables).

Kate ordered Chicken Adobo, which is chicken cooked in a sweet soy sauce and vinegar and served with rice. She shared her adobo with me, and I should have figured out who she was from this episode.

Kate ordered all these different foods for me to try, and to share them with me, she would place the food on her fork, then lean towards me, placing her free hand on my lap, and then feeding me the food of choice.

For my part, I kept giving Kate more and more wine with dinner, finding all kinds of things to toast to so I could keep her drinking.

For dessert Kate ordered Leche Flan which is a sweet custard type of dessert, and again, her hand found its way to my lap when she was feeding me the dessert!

Kate is interesting that way. She is obviously very independent, but also loves to serve the man she is with. I enjoyed the evening greatly, mostly because of the poker oyna time I spent with Kate, but I wasn't convinced of the restaurant. So, I mentioned to Kate that we would have to try another restaurant tomorrow night. She seemed happy to oblige me with that task.

At the end of the night, we agreed to meet the next morning in the hotel lobby and after hailing down a cab like a New Yorker, and I prepaid the driver and he whisked her away. I also tried to give her money for tomorrows cab ride, but Kate turned it down.

That night, had my usual extra glasses of wine to help me sleep, but I woke up in the middle of the night with a huge erection, after having a dream about Kate, and her hand in my lap. I knew this was not good so, I tried to completely avoid the situation and thought about other things going back to sleep without any personal satisfaction.

The next morning, Kate was in the lobby smiling like the sun shines again and she helped me find the cup of coffee I desperately needed. I wasn't much of a coffee drinker, but the jet lag was still hitting me hard. I noticed her tall thin physique a little more, in the vexing, but conservative pant suit she wore. As she led me to the coffee shop, though the crowd, I couldn't help but notice her cute ass, and long legs. My weakness for sure!

Every few moments she would turn her head back to me to make sure she didn't lose me in the crowd. I'm not sure, but I think she caught me thoroughly checking out her ass. The jet lag destroyed my normally quick reactions. Call me crazy, but after that, Kate added an extra bounce to her step that made her rear jiggle just a little more.

We got to our next appointment a 10 am, but we had the rest of the day free. She needed to attend the business dinner I hosted that night, but it was going to be to time consuming for her to go home then return, so we both hesitantly agreed to do some work in my room.

We kept the atmosphere very professional, but now there was some electricity going on between us. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but, I couldn't help but thinking more about her sexually, as well as professionally. And, I could be crazy, but I am sure she felt the same way. The more she caught me, the more she responded with her own flirtations, and exhibitions.

As the afternoon dragged on and we each had finished our emails, and scrawled out our notes, our talk became much more playful and without thinking, I very naturally touched her arm a couple of times, and she responded with her gorgeous smile and touching me back. I quickly covered up my growing excitement, but, I think she caught me, because she blushed and looked away. But only after taking another quick peak after I covered myself with a few papers I pretended to read.

We both freshened up for dinner, and I thought more about Kate in the bathroom, and my imagination started to wander. I just felt the need to go into the next room and take her. I just imagined her wanting it so bad like she had shown earlier. To my imagination, she would explode in fiery orgasms the moment my hardened cock touched her. But, business was business. I splashed some cold water on my face and got back to work with my temptress.

Before leaving, Kate spent a few moments teaching me a few more local customs required for gaining trust and intimacy. It was then that it happened. There was a spark, for a moment, where we both knew what was happening. For a moment we just looked deeply into each others eyes, and then we quickly regained our composure and hurriedly left for dinner. I was almost certain Kate had the same ideas in her mind as I did.

Dinner was great and it was only successful because Kate was there helping me work with the businessmen I was meeting with. So afterward while we had yet to discuss the work accomplished and the work still to be done, I suggested we do so in the exclusive hotel bar. To my surprise, Kate not only agreed, but agreed enthusiastically.

On our way there in the cab, I was looking at a document that had some Philippine tax stamps attached and asked Kate to tell me about it. To my utter surprise, she leaned very close to me, gently touching my leg and slowly explained how you can tell the validity of the stamps. When she was done, Kate didn't bother to remover her hand, but simply looked up into my eyes with her incredible smile and killer eyes.

We slowly moved closer, just like you see in the movies, but before our lips touched, we arrived at the hotel, startling both of us. As I stepped out of the car, I very awkwardly covered my excitement with the papers, when Kate, feeling mischievous, suggested that she carry them for me, since she was my employee. As I stuttered a response, she reached down a grabbed the papers, taking a long look at my embarrassment and then looked me right in the eye. "Don't you know that Filipino women love to serve the men they are with?" she said with a wink.

I just about died. She was pushing canlı poker oyna her own limits, but I was well over mine but I still had misgivings about mixing business with pleasure. "Here, let me help you. I know where the bar is, just follow me," she smiled with glee knowing what she was accomplishing.

I had 2 drinks quickly while Kate savored hers. At that point, of course, I was much more open to having fun and I let my guard down and became my playful animated self, and for the first time I flirted with Kate for a bit. Soon, I was telling her stories, feigning the need for privacy and whispering the stories in her ear while placing one hand across her lap, while cupping her ear. For her part, Kate like my pursuit and became the willing prey, encouraging me, while keeping a bit aloof. She was an expert in keeping men off balance, and completely controlling their pursuit of her.

This woman had been driving me crazy, erotically speaking, for a two nights now, and I knew I wanted to make this happen or I was going to find myself sleep walking in the hotel hallways looking for her with my throbbing, dripping erection. So, I decided that we needed to celebrate and toast our successes. My strategy was working, and we quickly needed more drinks, to which I began to toast Kate for her successfully managing our efforts up to now. Whether Kate fell for the ploy, or she pursued it I'm not sure. However, unceremoniously, I told Kate that we should put our paperwork upstairs before we lose it.

At that point, Kate was hesitant. I think her fantasy of a foreign business romance was becoming too real for her, and she realized it would not be the best situation for her professional goals. So, I gave her a little bit of pressure, "Kate, if you want, here is my key, you can bring my papers upstairs if you want without me, if you don't trust me."

She knew she would be stepping over the line by offending me, so she quickly retreated, and apologized for any inference she made, bowing her head down low.

I looked at her, placing my hand under her chin, pulling it up and emphasized that Americans are not easily offended and quickly accepted her apology. Kate burst into her natural sunshine beaming smile again.

As we went up the elevator, I started thinking of what a mistake this was going to be, but Kate then started flirting with me again, and I thought, "Maybe she's the kind of girl who likes to be taken. The hell with it, just go for it!"

But, as we entered my room, I chickened out. I'm not the kind of guy who just rapes a girl because she flirted with him a little too much. So we put the papers on the table, and I turned to Kate and just grabbed both of her hands, "Look, I guess I'm more tired than I thought. Let's just pick up tomorrow morning where we left off. Ok?"

Kate's beautiful brown eyes narrowed as she looked at me quizzically, "Ok, do you want to meet me at Starbuck's again, or do you want me to come up here first thing?"

"Oh, let's meet at Starbuck's. I'm still on US time." then, I leaned into her to kiss her on the cheek, and Kate pushed her hand in front of me, wanting to shake my hand good night.

"Good night!" I smiled slightly.

"Good night. Catch up on your sleep, sleepy head!" she smiled as she turned to leave.

Man, was I glad I didn't jump her. She didn't even want to kiss me good night! I can just see myself in jail tomorrow if I went through with my plan.

I took off my clothes, brushed my teeth and decided to just sleep naked to enjoy the cool hotel room air, and maybe Ill wake up thinking of Kate and enjoy myself.

It was our third day together, and Kate and I have been getting along brilliantly, maybe too much so. I have been feeling my attraction to her, and she responds directly every situation, showing her attraction as well.

Like today, for instance, since we had mostly free time to explore the city, she wore a dark pant suit that had a short vest, with a log cut white silk shirt underneath, with a low cupped bra. What got me excited though was she also was wearing a bright red thong that rode above her pants.

And, she obviously wore her thong for my benefit, and used it extensively against me.

Now, without knowing her, I swear Kate must have had a wet dream about me this morning when she woke up and was on a sexual warpath with me. When she arrived at the Starbuck's (our regular meeting place, now) she wore her usual brilliant smile, and gave me a quick hug, instead of a hand shake. It seemed like she held the hug a moment longer than was customary, and she obviously pressed her breasts into me, so I clearly felt their firmness and size against my chest.

We have been talking a lot about our personal lives, getting to know each other more intimately than you would get to know business associates. We haven't spoken about anything sexual, by any means, but there is always an underlying sexual subtlety in our conversations.

I think internet casino I have been more open to her in the beginning. I don't know why. I just like her and trust her and enjoy sharing myself with her. After getting over being my employee, learning to look at me as a business associate, she opened up considerably. Talking about school, and the things that we all experienced there, horrible and mean professors, really nice and brilliant professors, students of the opposite sex, college social situations, etc. I told her of a ribald story or two from my college days. Nothing too explicit, but enough to give her a flavor that I wasn't some boring stuffed up old man (anything older than 35 must be an old man to her!)

Anyhow, that morning at Starbuck's she kept dropping things, like her straw, her pen, her notebook, etc. And, every time she bent over to pick up those things, she made sure to bend over with her back to me, showing me her beautiful red woven silk thong! Then, as I got more excited, she did the same thing, bending over with her front to me, just the right way to show my her deep cleavage and her very low cut bra, which, by the way, allowed her breasts to hang loose inside the bra when she bent over, flashing her gorgeous darkish pink nipples in front of me hungry eyes.

I swear she must have practiced that move for hours to get it down so perfect. I just don't know if she did that just for me, or if that is how she acts with other men. I like to think she was doing that specifically for me.

Then, as we were leaving, I grabbed my map to get a feel for the city streets, and Kate, then pressed her breasts against my arm. No matter where I tried to move my arm to get it away from her breast, she was able to press them against is again.

But, the kicker was this, though. And, it is a real killer! This shows so perfectly what a mischievous little elf Kate really is! On our way back to the hotel from Starbuck's we were waiting for the elevator. A lot of people were checking out of the hotel, so it was running slow and a large group had congregated waiting for the next elevator to arrive.

When it finally arrived, since we were first, we went straight to the back of the elevator, and I turned my back to the left wall of the elevator, while Kate stood perpendicular to me with her back to the back wall. With her effusive smile (or, should I say, mischievous smile - because she was up to no good!), Kate kept encouraging everyone to come into the elevator.

Soon, the elevator was packed and we were all squished very tightly together like sardines in a can. At that point, she moved her notebook from her left hand to her right hand, and let her right hand fall down to her side.

Then, as the crowd filled the elevator, the back of her hand was pressed firmly against my hardening cock which was dangling loose in my boxers. Once it found its target, Kate did not move her hand an inch. This was very natural, or so it would seem except for the fact that she had this huge shit eating grin on her face, and she kept babbling about the walk in the park we were going on today, and the shaved ice this one vendor had.

She became very animated and kept bouncing her body as she spoke, and even though she kept her hand pressed against my cock, (she knew exactly where it was, and what it was touching), Kate also kept moving her hand around my cock, touching it harder and softer, and moving it up and down.

Oh, my God! This woman is so bad! By the 12th floor, I was about to orgasm! I became so hard that I was about to die in the elevator (and, wet my pants)! When we finally reached the 20th floor, Kate finally turned to me, coincidently removing her hand from my crotch. When she got out of the elevator she very apologetically asked if I could carry her day timer for me, because she had get a stone out of her shoe.

Thank god this girl had some mercy! It really would have been too embarrassing for me to leave the elevator like that, even if she was the only one to see me.

When we got out, she leaned down, again showing me her dark pink nipples, removed her right high heel, shook it - nothing came out - and put it back on. Then, she feigned subservience, and tried to take her day timer back. We had a brief struggle, which I won, then, as we walked down the hall way, she quickly grabbed the day timer from me, without warning leaving me completely exposed in the hall way.

Finally, the coup de grace is Kate walked a couple steps in front of me, dropped her day timer on the floor right in front of me, and bent over to pick it up with her perfect ass just inches in front of me - just at the perfect height, causing me to bump into her! Right there in the hallway, that way! I mean, what kind of girl does this? What does she really want?

Well, after I bumped into her - which I totally enjoyed, and dreamt about anyhow! - Kate knelt down a looked up to me, holding her book under her breasts, pushing them up. Then, with the most innocent angelic voice, perfectly pitched so it sounded perfectly sincere, "Oh, I am so sorry! Did I step in front of you? I feel so clumsy this morning! Like I woke up a bad way... you know what mean?" beaming her brilliant smile to me.