Hidden Gold in the Philippines – Treasure Hunting – Yachts and Erotica
Description
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 for readers that 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….
Hidden Gold in the Philippines – 18 + Adults only – 39,000 Words.
Table of Contents
Characters
Prologue
Chapter One – Nana and Philippe
Chapter Two – The offer
Chapter Three – The adventure begins
Chapter Four – Nana is taken
Chapter Five – Escaping Masbate Island
Chapter Six – Rizal Beach
Chapter Seven – Catanduanes Island
Chapter Eight -Peter and Jackie
Chapter Nine -The Secret Islands
Chapter Ten – Fun with Nana
Chapter Eleven – The search begins
Chapter Twelve – Six weeks later
Chapter Thirteen – Buying a bigger boat
Chapter Fourteen – Mr Chang
Chapter Fifteen – Kirishima
Chapter Sixteen – Shaun and Nathan
Chapter Seventeen – Change of plan
Chapter Eighteen – The trip to Palawan
Chapter Nineteen – Sangat Island, Palawan
Chapter Twenty – Boracay to Roxas City
Chapter Twenty One – Sangat Island
Chapter Twenty Two – Return to Boracay
Chapter Twenty Three – Buying a new yacht
Chapter Twenty Four – Converting the gold
Chapter Twenty Five – Unsettling news
Chapter Twenty Six – Leaving Sangat Island
Chapter Twenty Seven – The morning after
Epilogue
About the Author
Other books by Dante X
Characters
Russell 56 – Writing the story
Philippe 54 – Frenchman on sailing boat
Nana 27 – Philippe’s girlfriend
Ramone 24 – Filipino helper on yacht
Peter 56 and Jackie 48 – Couple robbed by pirates.
Mr Chang – Hong Kong Businessman.
Shaun Harrison 46 – Captain on Kirishima
Nathan Stewart 34 – First Officer.
Jocelyn 62 – Lady selling the Jeanneau 55 Sailboat
Mermaid – Philippe’s Bavaria 46 sailing yacht.
Kirishima – Ferretti 670 motor yacht
Carpe Diemo – Mr Chang’s – Feadship 110
Solaris – Pete and Jackie’s 32 ft sailing yacht
Lost Souls – Jeanneau 55 Sailboat
Hidden Gold in the Philippines
Prologue
The name is Russell and this is my incredible story. I’ve always loved travelling abroad and detested living in the dystopian United Kingdom where multiculturalism has totally destroyed the England I remember. When I was growing up in the eighties we only had two mosques in our town, now there are over fifty! So when I was told by the estate agents I was working for, they were closing down, I decided to take a year off and head over to the Far East. Luckily, I was divorced a year previously, so the house was sold and I moved into a rental apartment. After paying off the mortgage, we ended up with just over £110,000 each. I’d also been a bit of a gold bug over the years and accumulated quite a nice stash of gold coins and bullion. Then a few months ago, the price of gold hit an all time high, and even if the price doesn’t continue going up, I basically don’t need to work anymore.
Now at fifty six years of age and a lover of boats and large sailing yachts, I decided to head out to the Philippines. My 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 I got more experience and built up my confidence. I’d previously lived in Thailand and Malaysia for ten years, so I knew it was far better than the UK and finding a compatible partner was also much easier at my age in the Far East.
However, nothing could have prepared me for the incredible adventure that followed and searching for the hidden Japanese war gold, better known as Yamashita’s gold….
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.
She was clearly enjoying herself and as she tried to deep throat him, he held her head until she was coughing and spluttering then moved behind us and began teasing her anus. Gripping me tightly, she tensed up as he forced two fingers inside her and after a minute or so, he told me to hold her as he entered her back passage with his long thin length. After she relaxed, we were both penetrating her together as he massaged her tits and she bit into my shoulder. How I didn’t shoot my load immediately was a miracle as she was also grinding herself onto me like I couldn’t believe. He was a good few inches longer than me but not as thick. I’m about average in length but wide with a pointy bell end. But Nana was now moaning loudly as he increased his pace, both of us fucking her using alternate strokes until she wailed she was cumming and began jerking and gripped hold of my arms. That sent me over the edge as well and I spurted my seed inside her as he stared at me over her shoulder, smiling or more like grinning like a real cuck.
“Very good baby, now let’s get you on the bed and we can make love to you properly,” he said.
Nana slid off and kissed me on the mouth again before pulling me up and walking me down the steps to the master cabin. She disappeared into the bathroom as Philippe indicated for me to strip off and get on the bed. I did as he said and was surprised to see Nana had put on a very expensive looking bra and panties set made from black and red silk. She also wore, black hold up stockings and looked even more ravishing than before. Climbing onto the bed, Philippe pulled her down between us as she put her arms around us both and closed her eyes. Philippe was indicating with his eyes to pleasure her, so as I began caressing her breasts, she started kissing me on the mouth again. I had no idea why but it felt so natural and she responded by forcing her tongue in my mouth and we were French kissing like a couple of teenagers. Philippe had moved down the bed and was now between her legs, holding her knickers over and licking her beautiful smooth slit.
A few minutes later he was telling her to get on my face and she quickly slid around. I was now staring up at her lovely, tight, glistening pussy. I didn’t need any encouragement as I quickly pulled her down onto my mouth and began licking and devouring her succulent juices. But he was now behind her and forcing his long thin cock into her other hole. I was amazed at how she took it all so easily and watched her little pink slit opening and closing as he pounded away. She tasted so sweet and I just couldn’t get enough but then she was arching her back and from the noises she was making, she was about to cum again. Sucking and flicking her clit with my tongue was all it took to send her over the edge and she began trembling and jerking as an immense orgasm engulfed her.
Easing out of her back passage, Philippe went into the bathroom as she began sucking and wanking my cock into her mouth. I’d already cum so was able to hold back as she did her best to make me cum again with her mouth. But I wanted to fuck her again and told her to lay on her back. She did as I asked and just as Philippe re-entered the bedroom, I plunged in and began fucking her in a scissors position. Holding her leg up as she lay on her side, I was able to do it nice and deep as I rubbed her bud making her moan and sigh. Then Philippe was walking around us holding his phone. He was videoing us and it turned her on even more!
“Go on baby, you like it don’t you…?” He was saying.
“Yes, please I need to cum, please do it harder…. OOOHHH My God… I’m cumming,” she wailed as I forced two fingers into her anus and she went into a trembling fit. Squirting and jerking as Philippe zoomed in to capture the moment.
The rest of the evening was spent making love to her together. She particularly liked me kissing her as he entered her from behind. Then in the middle of the night, after we’d all ceased play and fallen asleep, I awoke to find her stroking and squeezing me under the quilt. I think Philippe was still asleep which made it even more exciting. She then turned around and guided my length into her anus as I gently fucked her for what seemed like ages.