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Being so close to my auntie somehow made her in a way more accessible. The thought interestingly terrified me and turned my legs to soft plastic, but also automatically had the opposite effect on another part of my anatomy. The bloody thing had a mind of its own and even as I concentrated on controlling it, it pressed with increasing urgency on my white school PE shorts. I was glad when the bus finally arrived at Mersing.
From Mersing, we took a speedboat to Pulau Tioman. It was a small boat. We were told it would take about one and a half hours to get to Tioman. There were some other passengers and I couldn’t tell whether they were also from Singapore. I only noticed an elderly Chinese couple in their 50s because the man kept looking at my auntie. I thought he knew my auntie but later I realised that he was more focused on her white legs. And the “sway” thing that happened was that when my auntie was getting into the boat, she lost her balance and tripped and fell, hurting her left ankle in the process. Her left heel had gotten caught in a gap on the wooden floorboard.
My auntie sat down on the floorboard and started to massage her left foot. I dropped my bag and went to her aid. At this moment, the elderly Chinese man intervened. He squatted down beside my auntie and said that he was a trained Chinese physician and knew how to treat bone and muscular injuries. Without even asking whether my auntie was willing to let him help, he grabbed her left leg, lifted it slightly and started to remove her shoe for her. His action was too swift for any of us to react. He put down the shoe and started to squeeze my auntie’s left white foot. He groped around her foot and then said that she would be ok as it was a minor sprain. He then pressed hard on my auntie’s left foot. I could tell he was using a lot of strength and I could see my auntie’s pretty face grimaced in pain. He started to massage her ankle area and the top of her left foot.
Seeing a male stranger touching my auntie’s sexy foot at that moment made me quite jealous. I didn’t know why I felt that way then. I was taking in the details of my auntie’s left foot. Her toes were slender and long and the nails well manicured and clear. She had not applied any nail polish this time around. There was no toe-jam. Her foot look so clean and so kissable. A few of the other passengers had gathered round to see what was happening. I could tell that the men among them were gawking at my auntie’s sexy legs. I was glad she was wearing a pair of shorts. If not, her modesty would have been exposed. Still, her white shapely legs and the way she was sitting on the floor attracted a lot of stares. In a forbidden way, my loins started to stir again at the salacious sight of my auntie’s white shapely legs being leered at by total strangers.
After about 5 minutes, which seemed an eternity to me then, the elderly man said my auntie should be ok. He helped my auntie up and helped her to a seat. Then he returned to talk to his wife. My auntie thanked him gratefully. The gawking men started to move away. I felt relieved. In a funny way, I felt very protective of my auntie and wanted to punch up all the men and at that time, I was just a scrawny teenager. The short episode had shaken me to some extent. I felt a bit dismay too, thinking that I should have been the one rubbing my auntie’s sexy white foot.
The boat had already started on its choppy journey to Tioman.
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After about 5 minutes, which seemed an eternity to me then, the elderly man said my auntie should be ok. He helped my auntie up and helped her to a seat. Then he returned to talk to his wife. My auntie thanked him gratefully. The gawking men started to move away. I felt relieved. In a funny way, I felt very protective of my auntie and wanted to punch up all the men and at that time, I was just a scrawny teenager. The short episode had shaken me to some extent. I felt a bit dismay too, thinking that I should have been the one rubbing my auntie’s sexy white foot.
The boat had already started on its choppy journey to Tioman. The journey was fast. I watched one of the boatmen throw fishing lines into the sea and I remembered wondering how could he catch any fish since the boat was moving so fast. To my surprise, whenever he pulled up a line, there would be a fish about 5 to 6 inches long attached to it. It was amazing. I sat beside my auntie and most of the time, we just looked at the scenery of the open sea with squinted eyes. The sun was strong and burning and I could feel the heat on the back of my neck and my arms and legs. My auntie, after a short while, had retreated to a shady spot on the boat to hide from the sun. She was probably not used to the hot sun burning into her porcelain white skin.
At around noon, we arrived at a jetty. I was glad when our feet touched solid land. The boat trip, although not that long, was too choppy to my liking and I actually felt a bit woozy towards the end of the trip.The place was called Kampong Juara. It was a small village on a quiet side of Tioman and it was away from the main tourist areas on the west coast. It was a haven for travellers who prefer more secluded areas with gorgeous views and plenty of quiet breathing space. I could see the beach which was in pristine condition, unmarked by any rubbish whatsoever that you could see at Singapore’s east coast park. The only eyesores were a few sea taxis and boats that dotted the water. I learnt from my auntie that a longhouse had been reserved for us. There was a guide waiting there for some of us. I noticed that the elderly couple were in our group. We were led to our longhouse. It was a 15 minute walk from the jetty. I had expected a long house literally. Actually the place my auntie and I would be staying was a small hut on short stilts. There were about a dozen of them. The elderly couple moved into one quite near to us.
I was disappointed the moment I climbed up the few steps and got into the “longhouse”. It was quite bare, with a window that you have to push out. There was no bedb, only two mattresses on the floor, two pillows and blankets. We were expected to rough it out. We put down our gear and got out. The bathroom and toilet was a smaller hut just next to ours. There was a tap, a big water container and a scoop. That was it! I began to wish I had not agreed to follow my auntie on the trip. It had turned out to be a big disappointment.
But, little did I know then that the trip would turn out to be the most satisfying and edifying trip in my entire life as far as sex education was concerned.
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I was disappointed the moment I climbed up the few steps and got into the “longhouse”. It was quite bare, with a window that you have to push out. There was no bed, only two mattresses on the floor, two pillows and blankets. We were expected to rough it out. We put down our gear and got out. The bathroom and toilet was a smaller hut just next to ours. There was a tap, a big water container and a scoop. That was it! I began to wish I had not agreed to follow my auntie on the trip. It had turned out to be a big disappointment.
But, little did I know then that the trip would turn out to be the most satisfying and edifying trip in my entire life as far as sex education was concerned.
The guide brought the group of us to a nearby cafe where we had lunch of rice, chicken and some vegetables. There were many houseflies buzzing around and I was quite put off by them. When two houseflies decided to land on my rice, I could not continue eating. However, I quickly finished up the drink of coconut juice which was very refreshing.
After lunch, the guide told us he would be bringing us to Monkey Bay to sunbathe or swim. To get there, we would have to do some jungle trekking. He gave us 10 minutes to pack our gear. My auntie and I got back into our hut. She told me that we would carry only one bag – mine. She would put her clothes in my bag. I emptied my bag and only put in my swimming trunks. As my auntie opened her bag to take out her swimming costume, I could see her spare underwear among her clothes. They were red and lacy and quite translucent. My heart started racing. She also took out a bottle of suntan lotion. We then got out of the hut. I noticed that there was no lock and asked the guide whether it was safe. He advised us to bring along our valuables which we did.
We then started off. Our group totalled ten persons, including my auntie and I and the elderly couple. We followed the guide who was chatty and told us stories about the island.
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We then started off. Our group totalled ten persons, including my auntie and I and the elderly couple. We followed the guide who was chatty and told us stories about the island. The going was easy at the beginning. We were walking on a smooth track but as we went deeper into the jungle, it got more difficult. It was humid and soon we were all wet. At first I was walking side by side with my auntie. Half an hour into the trek, I was dropping back and walking behind her. From behind, I could see clearly the shapely form of my auntie’s taut and trim body. Her waist was small and her hips round. The sweat had made her t-shirt and shorts stick tightly to her body. I could make out the shape of her bra and panties. Best of all, I was admiring her curvy legs, which in the dim of the jungle, appeared even more white and smooth. Her gait was steady which meant that her ankle injury was nothing more than just a slight sprain. Her quick recovery could also be due to the massage given by the elderly Chinese man.
After what seemed like an endless trek, we finally made it out of the jungle and onto the beach. I could hear the rest laughing and cheering. I guessed we were all relieved that we made it to the beach in one piece. The steady breeze blowing gently on our faces was a welcome respite from the hot and humid air we left behind in the jungle. For changing up, we used the toilets which were nothing more than two shanty huts labelled Male and Female. After changing, I walked onto the beach and jumped into the sea. It was so refreshing and I immediately felt very clean. My auntie took longer to change and when she emerged from the Female hut, I let out a gasp involuntarily. She was wearing a blue piece of swimming costume which showed off her figure very well. It was cut a bit low and I could see the top of her firm cleavage. What was so enticing was that the crotch area was cut high, which was the fashion then in the 70s. As my auntie approached me, I could see the side flesh of her crotch and if I was not wrong, I could even see some hairs peeping out! Oh my!
My auntie jumped into the sea and splashed around. She was prancing around and splashing water onto my face. She looked so adorable and was behaving just like a teenage girl. We started splashing water onto each other. My auntie suddenly made a jump at me and I fell back and into the water. It was so sudden that my nose took in some sea water and I stood up choking and snorting. My auntie was concerned and asked me whether I was ok. I was and she seemed relieved. We just soaked our bodies in the calm sea water. The water was super clear and I could even see fishes swimming around. I had never felt so calm and serene before. The discomfort of the hot tiring trek through the jungle dissipated into nothingness.
After a while, my auntie told me she wanted to sunbathe and left the water. She walked to my bag, took a large towel and laid it on the beach about ten metres from the water. I saw her taking the bottle of suntan lotion and applying the lotion generously onto her face, arms and legs. She then lied face down onto the towel. I continued to soak in the water and take in the marvellous view of the beach. I could see the elderly Chinese couple under a shady tree. They were merely sitting down and chatting softly and staring out at the sea. I was curious why they trekked all the way to Monkey Bay and yet did not get into the water.
After a while, I too got out of the water and walked to where my auntie was lying down. I sat down beside her. Her long slender body was stretched out on the towel, the hot sand beneath her. She rested her face on crossed arms, her eyes closed and there was a slight smile on her face. My auntie then asked me to apply the suntan lotion onto her shoulder, the top part of her back and her legs. I took the bottle and started to pour the lotion onto her back and slowly started rubbing it onto her smooth skin. I could hear my auntie murmuring softly, as my hands kept up their movements, massaging her flesh gently and lightly. She shifted her shoulders, finding a more comfortable pressure, as I continue to rub her shoulder.
To look at her, one would have thought she was dozing but I knew she was awake. “Your skin is very soft, auntie”, I said softly. My auntie sighed, shifted her position, parting her deliciously long white legs, digging her toes into the warm sand. “Mmmm,” she replied lazily. I was not sure what my auntie was thinking but it appeared she was enjoying herself. As my hands touched her backside, I could see a sudden clutching of her ass. I stared at it, fascinated. The high cut bottom had drawn up into the split of her ass, exposing the creamy smooth ass cheeks. I watched them ripple and contract. Leaning over, I glanced quickly at my auntie’s crotch area. I could see a few dark pussy hairs curling from the tight band, and what seemed like a trace of moisture there.
I could feel my dickie stiffening inside my trunks and I sat up straight, my hands now shking slightly as I continued to rub oil onto her flesh. I kept looking at her ass and the backs of her thighs, not realizing my breathing was getting heavier and louder. I guessed my auntie could hear my breathing, but I didn’t care. Somehow, whether on purpose or not, my auntie worked her ass some more, flexing the cheeks time and again, and spreading her long thighs a little wider.
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My auntie was probably enjoying my hands caressing oil along the backs of her thighs then, and her breath caught. I was moving my hands slowly up and down, from her knees to the cheeks of her ass, but never quite touching the swell round mound of her ass. My fingers were running up and down the insides of her thighs, and I could see my auntie responding by twitching her ass cheeks. It was so surreal and my dickie was rock hard, the tip pressing at the front of my trunks. I could even feel it throbbed a bit. I was almost panting with excitement, which drove me and the edge of my hands a little too high along the inside of her thigh. I could hear my auntie gasp as she felt my fingers touching the tight crotchband of her swimming costume, and she jerked away quickly.
I was also taken aback by her sudden movement and didn’t quite know how to react. Was my auntie angry? I then suddenly said, “Auntie, I need to go to the toilet”, got up quickly and walked across the hot sand toward the shanty hut of a toilet.
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My auntie was probably enjoying my hands caressing oil along the backs of her thighs then, and her breath caught. I was moving my hands slowly up and down, from her knees to the cheeks of her ass, but never quite touching the swell round mound of her ass. My fingers were running up and down the insides of her thighs, and I could see my auntie responding by twitching her ass cheeks. It was so surreal and my dickie was rock hard, the tip pressing at the front of my trunks. I could even feel it throbbed a bit. I was almost panting with excitement, which drove me and the edge of my hands a little too high along the inside of her thigh. I could hear my auntie gasp as she felt my fingers touching the tight crotchband of her swimming costume, and she jerked away quickly.
I was also taken aback by her sudden movement and didn’t quite know how to react. Was my auntie angry? I then suddenly said, “Auntie, I need to go to the toilet”, got up quickly and walked across the hot sand toward the shanty hut of a toilet.
My heart was beating furiously as I almost ran into the toilet. My hard-on was gone. The fright had caused my dickie to shrivel up. I was quite shaken as I thought my auntie must have been very angry with me for touching her crotch. In fact, It was accidental and totally unintentional. Hmmm. Was it? I couldn’t tell. I guessed in my excitement, I got carried away. I stood inside the toilet for what seemed an eternity. After composing myself, I plucked up my courage and walked out.
I looked in my auntie’s direction but she was no longer there. She was gone! Her towel and my bag too. I totally panicked. She must have been very angry. Perhaps she had gone back to the longhouse to pack up and go home, leaving me behind. I felt tears coming to my eyes. I saw the elderly couple still sitting quietly under a shady tree and I ran up to them. I asked them whether they saw my auntie. The man smiled and said yes. My auntie had gone to the toilet. At that moment, I heard my auntie calling me. I turned round and saw my auntie walking towards me. She had changed out of her sexy swimming costume back into her t-shirt and shorts.
I turned and walked towards her, my head a bit down and feeling very guilty, just like a dog with its tail between its hind legs. I was ready there and then to be scolded or even slapped by her. But surprisingly, my auntie was smiling. She told me to change up and said that we would be going back to Kampong Juara. She said the guide had been telling everybody that we would have to start the journey back or we would be late. The guide had warned everyone that trekking in the jungle after dark was extremely dangerous. The guide wanted us to be back in time for dinner. My auntie passed me my bag and I went back into the toilet again to change up. This time round in the toilet, I was whistling as I changed up. The alarm I felt earlier was gone. Phew.
We started off on my trek back. Interestingly the journey back seemed to be shorter and easier. Perhaps it was because we had become familiar with the route. Throughout the journey, my auntie did not talk to me. Instead, she was talking to the elderly couple. From my observation, she was not avoiding me. Whenever our eyes met, she would smile at me. Once in a while, she would ask me whether I was ok. It seemed I had made a mountain out of a molehill over the crotch-touching incident. We arrived back at our longhouse in the evening. It was getting dark and the guide brought the group to the same cafe where we had our lunch earlier. The houseflies were gone. They probably needed to sleep too. Dinner was sumptuous. It was nasi goreng with dishes of mutton, chicken and vegetables. I enjoyed it. I noticed that my auntie was also enjoying her dinner. She had always been careful with her diet – no oil, no chilli etc. She had told my mother that she was careful with her diet because she wanted to maintain her figure and skin. Anyway, I believed the long trek to and fro had burned up quite some calories and worked up our appetite. We were given a fresh coconut each to drink. The coconut water was cold and sweet. Heaven!
After dinner, the guide advised us not to wander around at night on our own. If we needed anything, he would be nearby. He was sleeping alone in one of the longhouses. My auntie and I returned to our longhouse. Being alone with my auntie again somehow caused my heart to start fluttering again. My auntie told me that she wanted to shower. She would shower first and then it would be my turn. She gathered her clothes and went out of the hut. I remained inside to sort out the things in my bag. I noticed that my auntie had taken out her clothings and put them on her mattress. Once I believed my auntie had gone into the bathroom which was just outside, I quickly looked through what she had brought. I was hoping to find her red lacy underwear. I saw it stacked at the bottom of the small pile of clothes. As I reached for it, I heard my auntie screamed.
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After dinner, the guide advised us not to wander around at night on our own. If we needed anything, he would be nearby. He was sleeping alone in one of the longhouses. My auntie and I returned to our longhouse. Being alone with my auntie again somehow caused my heart to start fluttering again. My auntie told me that she wanted to shower. She would shower first and then it would be my turn. She gathered her clothes and went out of the hut. I remained inside to sort out the things in my bag. I noticed that my auntie had taken out her clothings and put them on her mattress. Once I believed my auntie had gone into the bathroom which was just outside, I quickly looked through what she had brought. I was hoping to find her red lacy underwear. I saw it stacked at the bottom of the small pile of clothes. As I reached for it, I heard my auntie screamed.
Stunned, I turned round, expecting to surely get hell this time from my auntie. But she was not there. I then realised that the scream had come from outside. I quickly got out of the longhouse and in my haste, almost tripped and fell off the steps. Instinctively, I shouted for my auntie. She answered me from inside the bathroom. I asked whether she was all right. She said yes, but I could tell from her voice that she was not. She sounded angry. When I enquired further, my auntie told me that the elderly Chinese man had tried to open the door of the bathroom! Immediately, I could feel my heckles rising. The bloody lao chi ko pek (Hokkien for Dirty Old Man) peeping Tom! My auntie told me that the door latch within was broken and thus the door could be opened by anyone from the outside. I told my auntie that I would go and look for the chi ko pek. She told me not to, saying that he had apologised to her, claiming that he did not know that the bathroom was occupied as the door was ajar. His wife was using the bathroom and he thought he could use this one outside our longhouse. He had quickly scampered off after saying sorry to my auntie.
I then told my auntie that I would stand guard outside the bathroom while she continued to bathe inside. I could hear the relief in my auntie’s voice as she thanked me for being her bodyguard. I stood outside the bathroom with my back to the door, my arms crossed, facing whoever would dare to come and peep at my auntie. They would have to do it over my dead body!
I was quite pissed off when I thought of the old man – first he touched and rubbed my auntie’s sexy white foot earlier in the day. Then he came to open the bathroom door when she was bathing inside. I wondered what he saw. Did he manage to see completely my auntie’s naked sexy body. Although it was dark outside, there is a small light bulb hanging from the top in the bathroom which was surprisingly bright for its small size. The bloody old man must have seen my auntie’s firm nubile body! Idiot! The thought made me want to rush into his longhouse and bash him up. If his wife were much younger, I would have gone to peep at her too to even things up! My teenage mind then was certainly not thinking clearly.
I could hear my auntie splashing up a storm inside the bathroom. I could hear the water running over her lovely pointed breasts and down her white flat belly onto her curvy shapely thighs and long legs. I turned my head and realised that the bathroom door was slightly ajar. From where I stood, I was looking straight into a mirror inside the bathroom. I had not noticed that there was a mirror in the bathroom when I used the bathroom that morning when we first arrived. I heard a rush of water and then caught a glimpse of my auntie’s shoulder in the mirror. For an instant, her beautiful face flashed across the little screen. I was looking straight at her but she did not seem to notice. If only I was a few inches taller, I might be able to see the lower part of her body being reflected. I stood on tiptoes but the image was gone. To my horror, I realised that I was actually trying to peep at my auntie bathing! Was I any different from the lao chi ko pek?
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.