Monday, August 29, 2011

Typhoon Nanmadol part 2

Typhoon Nanmadol just slammed into Taiwan. There are reports of all kinds of damage and a few people died.

Nanmadol has already hit land twice, but it just keeps going – and it’s coming straight toward Hong Kong. Since it’s already hit land twice, it’s gotten a lot weaker. It went from category 4 to category 1. That’s the lowest category you can have and still call yourself a typhoon.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Typhoon Nanmadol

Here comes another one.

Typhoon Nanmadol and its 90 mph winds are headed toward either Hong Kong or Taiwan. It already hit the Philippines, but just kept going. They’re supposed to get pretty weak after they hit land, but Nanmadol doesn’t want to quit.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Europe Vacation part 8

I can’t wait for your big trip to Rome. I think about it all the time. I’m dying for some real Italian food. People keep telling me about good Italian restaurants in Hong Kong, but every time I go to one, it’s never as good as I want it to be. It’s very hard to get authentic food that isn’t Chinese around here. Hong Kong has such a wide variety of people from all over the world, but all the restaurants have at least some element of Chinese influence in them. I’m sure the tourists don’t come to Hong Kong to eat American or European food, but I think it would be nice to have a few authentic foreign restaurants for the rest of us. I like Chinese food, but I’ve been eating it every day for seven months. I’d like a little variety now and then.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Europe Vacation part 7

I’m slowly accepting the fact that we’ll have to go to a travel agent to get plane tickets to Rome. I didn’t want to do that. Chinese travel agents don’t seem very trustworthy to me. Everything is a package deal. They don’t want you to just get plane tickets. They also try to sell hotel rooms, guided tours, shopping sprees, almost anything. I just want plane tickets.

I’ve heard stories about some of these tours. They take a bus full of people out to see what the tour guide wants to see and then dump everyone at some shopping area where the owners pay the guides to bring in the tourists. I’m going to Rome. I want to see what I want to see. Some group tour in Chinese isn’t what I’m looking for. I’m sure I’ll do plenty of shopping – more than Ryan wants – but my kind of shopping isn’t the same as a bunch of old Chinese people shopping.

I’ve also heard that the tour guides take everyone’s passports and don’t give them back until all the shopping is over. That’s completely unacceptable. My passport stays with me.

I’m not saying Chinese tour guides are con artists because they’re Chinese. It’s probably more about being able to get away with it. Most American businesses will rip you off if given half a chance.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Europe Vacation part 6

Finding plane tickets to Rome isn’t easy. So far the cheapest thing I’ve seen online is $2,080. That one stops in Paris, but there’s no time to see anything since the next flight leaves two hours later. There don’t seem to be any direct flights from Hong Kong to Rome. That’s weird since Hong Kong airport is huge and flights seem to go everywhere – everywhere except Rome. Some of the flights go from Hong Kong to Doha or Dubai – which I don’t even know if we’d need visas to pass through.

If we want, we can fly Hong Kong to Frankfurt to Athens to Rome for $8,250. Why would anyone do that when you can do it for a lot less in only one stop? All those extra stops makes the total flight time 28 hours. That’s just crazy. It’s probably faster to just fly to Frankfurt and take a train or local airline to Rome.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Europe Vacation part 5

Finding a hotel has been difficult. There are too many choices in Rome. I think I found a good one. It’s a smaller boutique hotel. I don’t want to stay in a huge chain hotel. Ryan doesn’t care as long as it’s not too expensive. But this is Rome. The good hotels are going to be expensive. The cheap hotels are, well, cheap. This is a major vacation for us and I don’t want to be stuck in some crappy hotel. The one I picked is on a quiet little street, but close to Piazza Venezia.

The pictures on the website look good, but you never know. I’ve been looking around a while now and I’ve seen some horrible pictures. Some hotels look like boxes with a bed against the wall. My hotel looks beautiful – well decorated with lots of color on the inside and an old European hotel on the outside. I just hope that’s what it really looks like offline.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Europe Vacation part 4



We’re going to Rome! We both made a list of places in Europe we wanted to see and Rome was the highest one on both of our lists. It wasn’t number one for either of us. Ryan’s number one was Amsterdam and mine was Paris, but I’m more than willing to take Rome. When I pointed out that we could get into Paris Disneyland for free, Ryan said that the last thing he wants to do on vacation is go to Disneyland. He’s got a point. I’m not sure I’d want to go there either if I’m in Paris. There are just too many better things to do.

We barely speak any Italian – outside of ordering food and nord, sud, est and ovest – but that’s ok. We barely speak any Chinese, but we’ve been living in Hong Kong for six months. I’m sure we’ll survive two weeks in Rome with our Americano accents.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Typhoon Muifa



Typhoon Muifa decided not to hit Hong Kong after all. It went back north again and they’re expecting it to hit China or Korea. Another storm followed the same path into Korea in June. That one caused a lot of damage, but they’re saying this one will get pretty weak by the time it hits land.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Clear Water Bay part 2

Clear Water Bay part 1


Lily, Kevin, Ryan & I were sitting in the hot tub. Kevin and Ryan were in bathing suits. Lily was wearing my black bra, and nothing else. I was wearing her satin panties, and nothing else. I thought Lily was the brave one for going bottomless, but sitting in a hot tub full of bubbling water, no one could see anything. She could have been wearing the bottom of a pantomime horse for all we could tell. I was the one who was more exposed. I sat with my breasts underwater, but just barely. Everyone could still see plenty. Later on, they could see even more.

Kissing was inevitable. The last time we were all in the hot tub together, Lily and I did the only kissing. This time, we worked on our boyfriends. It seemed like seconds before Ryan was all over my breasts. Put some tits in his face and what do you expect. I had to sit up a little because I didn’t want Ryan to drown and that meant letting them out of the water. My concerns were for nothing since Kevin was entirely focused on Lily. Their faces were joined together and I could tell that Lily’s hand was in Kevin’s trunks. I could’ve been dancing on Ryan’s head for all they knew.

Lily made a big show of throwing Kevin’s trunks out of the hot tub. I never saw him, or her, take them off, but Lily made sure everyone saw them fly away. I really noticed when he sat up on the edge of the hot tub. It was hard to look away. But if Ryan worried that I would see too much of Kevin, Lily took care of that when she dug her face into his lap. All Ryan & I could see was her head bobbing up and down. It wasn’t visually graphic, but everyone knew what was going on. I knew it was only a matter of time before Ryan wanted to do the same thing, but I wasn’t ready to blow my boyfriend in front of other people, even if they were paying absolutely no attention. I sat on Ryan’s lap, making it very difficult for him to go anywhere. My breasts were undeniably out of the water, but I had my back to Lily & Kevin. Not that they noticed.

Ryan managed to slip his trunks off, somehow, even though I was sitting on his lap. I’m sure he was expecting more, but I wouldn’t let him take off my panties. Instead, I did what every girl in the world intuitively knows how to do when she doesn’t want to have sex – I gave him a handjob. Kevin had a front row seat to everything we were doing, but Ryan’s erection was under the water, so I didn’t think much about it at the time.

Both of the guys were more excited than I realized. Ryan came much faster than usual. What I didn’t know since I was facing the other way was that Kevin had already popped his cork. He & Lily were sitting back and smiling at me when I turned around and sat down. We all just sat there quietly for a minute. It was about to get awkward when the guys starting talking about one big game or another. There’s always at least one.

I grabbed my breasts when I got out of the hot tub. Lily just stood up and walked to where she dropped the cotton panties. When I picked up the lace bra off the deck, Lily took it back. It was hers. She wanted to trade again, so she took off my black bra. She was completely naked for a second, but facing away from the guys in the hot tub. I was happy to have my bra back, but Lily didn’t seem to be in any hurry to cover herself. Then she suggested we get back into our original panties. That would have required me taking off hers to put on mine. I wasn’t feeling that brave. With my bra and her panties on, I walked into the house. She came in after me, wearing her bra and my panties. Safe indoors, we took a shower together. We didn’t bother to tell the guys about that part. It wasn’t that kind of shower anyway. It was only in the shower that I thought about what fluids were floating around in the hot tub. The heat kills everything, of course, but there is the slim possibility that I had someone else’s boyfriend’s swimmers on me. I don’t think Lily thought about it at all.

We had already planned to spend the night since that was our last chance to stay in the house. With four bedrooms, it wasn’t hard to find a place to sleep. It was the first time Ryan & I slept in the same bed in a while and as soon as we were in our bedroom and alone, we jumped all over each other. We could hear Lily & Kevin at one point. It’s a big house and those rooms were not close together. You have to wonder how loud they were up close. Ryan suggested inviting them to join us, but I stopped him by sitting on his face. That always shuts him up.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Clear Water Bay part 1

The last time Lily, Kevin, Ryan & I spent the night at the big house was one of the last times any of us were going to be able to use it. The owner was coming back from vacation and Lily & Kevin had to go back to their apartment. Spending the night was not especially convenient for Livia or me, but we wanted to make the most of the gorgeous view, the wonderful kitchen, the luxurious pool and the infamous hot tub while we could.

There’s a super typhoon headed toward Hong Kong, but the weather has not been bad at all. It’s cloudy and looks like it could rain at any minute, but no torrential downpours or 100 mph winds so far.

Lily & I made dinner in the wonderful kitchen. Kevin helped a little with peeling potatoes and slicing carrots. Ryan didn’t do anything because he can’t cook to save his life. The kitchen in my apartment is a hot plate and sink against a wall, with just enough counter space to hold a toaster oven. Everything I cook is either in a wok, pot or the toaster oven. There are a million things you can’t cook in a toaster oven. Brownies come out ok, but it’s hard to bake pretty much anything else. Not only is the toaster oven small, but it never gets hot enough.

The big house has a big kitchen, with a real oven, full stove, deep sink, all kinds of appliances I never used and miles and miles of counter space. We made dinner, dessert, dinner for the next night, and I baked my brains out. I spent more time in that kitchen than any other room in the house.

After dinner, we had drinks out on the terrace where we could watch the ocean and look at the clouds. Stars would have been nice, but we were never going to see any in this weather.

The guys were eyeing the hot tub and it was pretty obvious what they were thinking, but I wanted to use the swimming pool one last time. I love swimming and it’s something I never get to do in Hong Kong. Apartment buildings with swimming pools are extremely rare and the less said about the public pools, the better. They exist, but I can pretty much guarantee that I will never go to one again. I wanted to swim, but at the same time, I knew what the guys wanted. It was our last night there, and realistically, when would the four of us ever have access to a house or swimming pool like this again. So instead of changing into my bathing suit, I stripped down to my underwear and jumped into the pool. I saw no harm in throwing them a bone while I got what I wanted. I gave precious little consideration to how sheer my panties might get because I intended to be underwater as much as possible. My bra was solid black, and reasonably safe. Pool water is clearer than hot tub water, obviously, but it takes a lot of effort to see what someone is wearing in a swimming pool.

Lily stripped down to her bra & panties and joined me in the pool while the guys fired up the hot tub. They had a drink or two while we swam our last few laps in the pool. Lily suggested we trade bras, but not for any practical reason. She wholeheartedly intended to put on a show. We took our bras off, made the exchange and put on each other’s – all completely under the water. We’re not exactly the same size, but close enough. Ryan suggested we trade panties. I doubt Lily would have thought about that. My immediate thought was the logistics of taking off and then putting on panties underwater. Bras are much easier. All you have to do is make sure the water goes up to your shoulders. With panties, you have to make sure your head stays above water.

We were still swimming in between all this nonsense – or at least I was. The swimming was more important to me than turning on my boyfriend. Swimming in clean water is hard to do in Hong Kong. Making Ryan hard is easy.

The first thing I noticed when Lily got out of the pool was how sheer her – or rather, my – panties were. They were pink cotton. Not the most opaque fabric when dry. Pretty much useless when wet. Her – my – black bra was not too bad. It wasn’t exactly a suit of armor, but it was not nearly as revealing either. The panties I was wearing were green satin, which clings when wet but doesn’t get translucent. My greater concern was the yellow lace bra. You can see pretty much everything whether wet or dry.

As soon as I saw Lily out of the water, I developed a strategy. Rather than stall as long as I could, which was my first instinct, I got out of the pool quickly. My theory was that if anyone has a choice between watching Lily and watching me, nine out of ten people would pick Lily. If I got out of the pool long after she went into the hot tub, I would undoubtedly be the center of attention.

While I rushed to the hot tub, Lily took her time. I forced myself not to look down to see how much I was showing off. I felt it would be better if I didn’t know. As I sat down in the water, I looked at Ryan, almost surprised that he was watching me instead of Lily. I gave him a wicked little grin and took off the bra – and immediately sat low enough in the hot tub so that I would be covered. But for a fraction of a second, my tits were out there for all the world to see. Or at least Ryan. Kevin was watching Lily.

Before Lily got in the hot tub, she gave us all a wicked little grin and took off her panties. You could see everything through the wet cotton anyway. I admired how brave she was, standing on the deck bottomless. Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off her, and it was hard to tell where he was looking, but I couldn’t get mad. I was staring, too.

In the hot tub, Lily & I sat next to our boyfriends instead of next to each other. I’m sure the guys were expecting a faux lesbian show, but what they got instead was even better.


Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Super Typhoon

Beware the super typhoons.

There’s a big one that may or may not be coming our way. It was a super typhoon when it was headed to Japan. Then it turned west and aimed straight for Hong Kong. Then it lost some steam and knocked itself down to a category 4 typhoon. That’s not a super typhoon. Category 4 is only a measly 100 mph.

At this point they’re saying it could either hit us, get blocked by Taiwan or change direction again and go back toward Japan. Wait and see.