Watch 9.05 to 10.24 and also 36.55.
The scene is reminiscent of what happened in Pulau Tioman at the bathroom outside the longhouse:–>
I thought I heard my auntie said “Oh Dear.” I asked her whether there was anything wrong. She said yes, she had not brought in her bath towel. Would I be a dear to go and get it for her from her bag? My auntie did not sound too worried about it. In fact, from my static-filled mind, there seemed to be a smile in the voice. Certainly, I replied.
I ran up the steps into the longhouse, opened her bag, grabbed what appeared to be a big bath towel and went back out and walked right up to the bathroom door, which was now half open, holding the towel in front of me. The door swung further open and my auntie reached out to take it. She was smiling and as her hand moved towards it, the top of her body followed slightly, just enough so that the whole of one beautiful glistening white breast with brown nipple appeared. I sucked in an involuntary breath and felt the perspiration break out around my eyes. Then my auntie had taken it and was gone.
But the image of that gorgeous, fantastic round breast stayed before my eyes. My shorts, I realised, were standing out as though I was carrying a portable diving board inside them. And now the door was almost fully open.
I knew I only had to move a couple of feet to my left and I would be able to see right into the bathroom. Just a couple of feet. But I stayed rooted to the spot. What if my auntie was looking at the door? What if I moved and she closed it on me?! What if she did not realise what she had just shown me, what I had just seen with my own bloody eyes?
But what if I never had another chance? What if I was killed by a falling coconut or eaten by a tiger that night? I moved, and it seemed the sound of my slippers screamed in protest. But she did not look up.
She was there, half turned away from me, one leg on the stool which was placed beside the big water container. She was drying her leg with short vigorous strokes, looking intently at her slim white toes. Obviously she had not heard the sound of my shuffling feet. As she moved, one breast was exposed to me in profile and with each stroke, it jiggled and touched the top of her smooth knee. The nipple was pointed and brownish pink, or was it reddish-pink because of the light from the light bulb, or was this happening at all for Godsake? If she turned just slightly, she would have to see me. I had to move, get out of her line of vision, back behind the door.
The shuffling of my slippers shrieked again but I was safe now, out of sight, my hand in the pocket of my shorts squeezing my erection and at the same time desperately willing it away. But even from my new position, I could still see her through the space between the door and the jamb. If she came out and I was like this, I would have to turn away. Or maybe she wanted to see it, even hold it herself. No, no. I had to stop thinking about it, say something that would take my mind off it for a moment.
I found my voice and told my auntie that if she was done (as there was no more water splashing sound), I would get my clothes to bathe. She turned towards the voice. The towel was in front of her, moving slowly over her groin, her legs slightly apart. Oh yes, she said, she was done and was getting dressed and I should get my stuff. I wanted to yell and cry and run into the bathroom and grab her and touch her all over and run away and laugh and stroke myself till I blew it all out and take her in my arms and put my tongue in her ear and squeeze her round tits till she cried for it and get the hell out, all at once. I did not want her to get dressed, not now or ever.
Watch 9.05 to 10.24 and also 36.55.
The scene is reminiscent of what happened in Pulau Tioman at the bathroom outside the longhouse:–>
I thought I heard my auntie said “Oh Dear.” I asked her whether there was anything wrong. She said yes, she had not brought in her bath towel. Would I be a dear to go and get it for her from her bag? My auntie did not sound too worried about it. In fact, from my static-filled mind, there seemed to be a smile in the voice. Certainly, I replied.
I ran up the steps into the longhouse, opened her bag, grabbed what appeared to be a big bath towel and went back out and walked right up to the bathroom door, which was now half open, holding the towel in front of me. The door swung further open and my auntie reached out to take it. She was smiling and as her hand moved towards it, the top of her body followed slightly, just enough so that the whole of one beautiful glistening white breast with brown nipple appeared. I sucked in an involuntary breath and felt the perspiration break out around my eyes. Then my auntie had taken it and was gone.
But the image of that gorgeous, fantastic round breast stayed before my eyes. My shorts, I realised, were standing out as though I was carrying a portable diving board inside them. And now the door was almost fully open.
I knew I only had to move a couple of feet to my left and I would be able to see right into the bathroom. Just a couple of feet. But I stayed rooted to the spot. What if my auntie was looking at the door? What if I moved and she closed it on me?! What if she did not realise what she had just shown me, what I had just seen with my own bloody eyes?
But what if I never had another chance? What if I was killed by a falling coconut or eaten by a tiger that night? I moved, and it seemed the sound of my slippers screamed in protest. But she did not look up.
She was there, half turned away from me, one leg on the stool which was placed beside the big water container. She was drying her leg with short vigorous strokes, looking intently at her slim white toes. Obviously she had not heard the sound of my shuffling feet. As she moved, one breast was exposed to me in profile and with each stroke, it jiggled and touched the top of her smooth knee. The nipple was pointed and brownish pink, or was it reddish-pink because of the light from the light bulb, or was this happening at all for Godsake? If she turned just slightly, she would have to see me. I had to move, get out of her line of vision, back behind the door.
The shuffling of my slippers shrieked again but I was safe now, out of sight, my hand in the pocket of my shorts squeezing my erection and at the same time desperately willing it away. But even from my new position, I could still see her through the space between the door and the jamb. If she came out and I was like this, I would have to turn away. Or maybe she wanted to see it, even hold it herself. No, no. I had to stop thinking about it, say something that would take my mind off it for a moment.
I found my voice and told my auntie that if she was done (as there was no more water splashing sound), I would get my clothes to bathe. She turned towards the voice. The towel was in front of her, moving slowly over her groin, her legs slightly apart. Oh yes, she said, she was done and was getting dressed and I should get my stuff. I wanted to yell and cry and run into the bathroom and grab her and touch her all over and run away and laugh and stroke myself till I blew it all out and take her in my arms and put my tongue in her ear and squeeze her round tits till she cried for it and get the hell out, all at once. I did not want her to get dressed, not now or ever.
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Thank you for all your kind support. I shall try to continue My computer has been infected with all kinds of virus and Trojans etc. I need to resolve this problem first. What is the best software do this? Thanks.
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Thank you for all your kind support. I shall try to continue My computer has been infected with all kinds of virus and Trojans etc. I need to resolve this problem first. What is the best software do this? Thanks.
I am humbled that even after so long, my story is still being read and there are kind supporters who want me to continue. Thank you very much!
I am humbled that even after so long, my story is still being read and there are kind supporters who want me to continue. Thank you very much!
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2335 Man
Yes bro. Good story must go on n on. We have waited long long for U
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Thanks Bro 2335 Man!
To recap:
“What happened after that?” I asked my auntie.
She looked at me wistfully. “When I came to, I found that I was alone in the studio. There was no one around. I quickly grabbed my clothes and belongings and I ran off from the place. I didn’t dare to look back.”
Listening to my auntie’s story, I felt very sorry for her. As she relived the bad experience, I could sense her horror at being taken advantaged of at such a young tender age. I wanted to hold and hug my auntie to comfort her. She looked so vulnerable as she told me the story. However, at the same time, I could not help thinking of my auntie being forced to suck the photographer’s cock. The image of her beautiful and sensual full red lips enclosing the man’s hard rod kept playing itself in my mind again and again. The story was having an effect on me. On one hand, I felt very sorry for my auntie. On the other hand, I wondered how it would feel to have my penis inside my auntie’s warm sensual mouth. To my horror, I found myself getting excited again. My penis start jerking and lifting itself up.
Oh no! I really wanted to feel how it was like to have my sexy auntie sucking and licking me. I had read about it but had never understood why it was something wanted by so many men. In fact, I learnt some years later that most men actually preferred a good blowjob to normal penetration and would do or give anything to look for girls who could provide good ones.
Although I was still young at that moment, I was smart enough to know that to get something, one usually needed to give something out first. I was getting excited thoughts about getting and having my auntie suck me. At the same time, I was thinking that I should perhaps eat her out first. I had also read about men performing oral sex on women. However, the thought was a bit of a turn off to me then. Would it smell? Some had described the smell as a turn-on while others had said the pussy had a fishy smell. Also, what would the taste be like? Some books had used the word “honey” to describe the pussy juice seeping out. But were they correct?
My auntie was looking at me with mournful eyes as all these thoughts were running through my mind. She looked so vulnerable and so alluring. Now, how could I get to perform oral sex on her?
Dear Bros
Thank you for your kind support since 2009! Will try my best to continue the story. I want to stay true to the story so I need to go through my diaries to remember what happened. I have forgotten quite a bit because a lot of things happened at Pulau Tioman itself and after returning to Singapore. My diaries are scattered in my parents’ house so really need to do a lot of searching.
A Happy New Year to all!
Dear Bros
Thank you for your kind support since 2009! Will try my best to continue the story. I want to stay true to the story so I need to go through my diaries to remember what happened. I have forgotten quite a bit because a lot of things happened at Pulau Tioman itself and after returning to Singapore. My diaries are scattered in my parents’ house so really need to do a lot of searching.
A Happy New Year to all!