Hidden Gold in the Philippines by Dante X

Book Details

Hidden Gold in the Philippines – This book is more of an adventure, treasure seeking story but does contain a few scenes of adult erotica. Warnings are placed in the specific chapters if you wish to skip those scenes.

Now at fifty six years of age, divorced and a lover of boats and large sailing yachts, Russell decided to head out to the Philippines. His plan was to find a nice sailing yacht and cruise around the thousands of beautiful islands in the Philippines, Indonesia and maybe even venture out to Palau or Tonga when he got more experience and built up his confidence. He’d previously lived in Thailand and Malaysia for ten years, so knew it was far better than the UK and finding a compatible partner was also much easier at his age in the Far East.

However, nothing could have prepared him for the incredible adventure that followed and searching for the hidden Japanese war gold, better known as Yamashita’s gold….

Tags – He likes to watch, Filipino wife, Abduction and submission, Treasure hunters, Threesome with a friend, Yamashita’s gold

Excerpt: Hidden Gold in the Philippines

Chapter 1

Nana and Philippe

It all started after arriving in Boracay, a stunning little paradise island in the Philippines. I’d seen videos online and it looked like the perfect place to start my adventure. I’d checked into a nice beach front hotel, that at night, the chef would BBQ freshly caught fish, lobsters and all kinds of incredible seafood. The tables were directly on the beach and the soft waves were literally lapping away on the golden sand just a few meters from my table. And being a single male, girls were constantly asking me if I wanted any company, I’m sure you understand what I mean. Living in Thailand was very similar and I knew they were only trying to earn a living but I wasn’t looking for a short time experience and basically just wanted to bide my time.
 
However, when I noticed a couple coming ashore from their stunning sailboat anchored in the bay, I was even more surprised when they sat down at a table right next to me. He had a French accent and was about the same age as myself and mid fifties. His partner was Filipino and absolutely gorgeous. “I assumed she was in her mid twenties and most definitely not a bar girl or like the many freelancers approaching me while wandering up and down the beach. They seemed like a nice couple and after they ordered their seafood extravaganza, I overheard the girl saying she was going to find the restrooms.

“They are just past the reception desk in the main lobby,” I said, pointing to the hotel entrance.

“Thank you,” she replied smiling and wandered inside.

“Nice boat,” I then said to her partner.

“Yes, I love to sail in these waters but not as safe like in Europe. My name is Philippe and you are from Australia…?” He asked, holding out his hand.

“Russell and I’m from England actually.”

“Ahh… sorry, the accent, I always get confused with Australia and English. So you are on holiday in Boracay…?”

“Not really, I’m kind of semi-retired and intend to buy a boat like yours and cruise the islands.”

“What a coincidence, I don’t meet many sailors on land…!” He exclaimed.

“Did you buy her in the Philippines or sail her over from France…?”

“No, I bought her in Singapore, she’s a Bavaria 46 and only two years old, three cabins and two heads.”

“Very nice and you can sail her alone…?”

“Yes, I sailed her alone from Singapore to the Riau Islands then along the Borneo coast to Brunei and met my girlfriend in Palawan but much easier with one or two crew.”

“I see, so she likes sailing then…?”

“Not really, but we get on well and she is still getting her sea legs. Ahh here she comes, Nana this is Russell from England.”

“Hello, nice to meet you,” Nana said, smiling.

“Nice to meet you too,” I replied and shook her hand.

“Russell is looking to buy a sailing boat as well, maybe we should invite him aboard and show him around. What’s your price range…?” Philippe asked.

“I was thinking about 300,000 Euros but yours is a lot bigger than I was looking for.”

“I paid 420,000 Euros for her, should have been 100,000 more but I made an offer and it was accepted. So Russell, may we invite you aboard…?”

“Why not, I’d love to,” I replied as the waiter brought them their seafood feast.

“Come and join us, I don’t think we can eat all this alone, then we can have a drink onboard.”
“Sorry but I’ve already eaten but may I order another bottle of wine to share…?”

“Of course,” Philippe replied.”

The yacht was named Mermaid and the inside was amazing with two big cabins and the third having two single beds for I assumed any crew. The main lounge was also huge and had a 50 inch flat screen TV with curved leather sofas and a life size bronze mermaid and glass coffee table. Nana poured out more wine and we spent the next couple of hours sitting on the rear deck, talking about yachts and where Philippe had been. I told him I used to have a sailing yacht in Brighton for a few years but the British coastline and weather was not that desirable and that my now ex wife absolutely hated the water.
 
Warning – Skip to next chapter if you are not into erotica.
 
The strange thing was that he was constantly groping and caressing Nana in front of me. She was also acting a little flirty and left nothing to my imagination as she let him expose her breasts and tease her nipples while staring at the growing bulge in my shorts.

“Go on, go sit next to our new friend and I’ll put on that sexy movie you like,” Philippe said out of the blue.

I nearly spilt my wine as she peeled off her blouse and bra and slid over to me. Putting her arm around me, she then pulled me into her and began kissing me on the mouth.

“Enjoy, I like to watch and you are most welcome to stay the night,” Philippe continued.

The video was of two men and a woman having a threesome in a hotel room. Then I realised that Philippe was one of the men in the video.

“Nana likes this one, the woman is my ex wife and we picked up the other man in a club in Paris.”

Nana was now squeezing my bulge as I began caressing her breasts and was soon exploring between her legs. Philippe was already stroking his very impressive length and taking his shirt off. Obviously, they had planned the encounter and I was more than keen to see where it led. Nana was amazingly small compared to my ex wife and as she climbed onto my lap, I eased her bikini bottoms over and she impaled herself on my throbbing length. Holding her tiny bottom in my hands, I lifted her up and down as she began snogging me passionately. Philippe now completely naked and stroking his cock by her face, she stopped kissing me and began sucking and wanking him off as I stared in amazement.

Excerpt from: Hidden Gold in the Philippines