Just like to share my own story here. It’s based on my own experience, but all the names have been changed and the sensitive details deliberately left out.
I’m doing this just for the fun of sharing and to hear what others have to say. So I’d be happy to carry on sharing as long as there are pple here interested to read on.
So here goes.
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Part 1 - Prologue
I was working late again as usual, and so was Hazel. The two of us have the habit of working late to clear our work - which never seemed to finish. By 8pm, we would usually be the only ones left in office, just like this night. Usually, if I leave office earlier than Hazel, I’d go over to her work station for a chat and to say goodbye. But this night things were slightly different.
Me: Not leaving yet ah? You’re the last person liao. (I popped my head into Hazel’s cubicle)
Hazel: Not yet … Waiting for you mah. (she smiled)
Me: Oh? … Need company ah? (I smiled back)
Hazel: Yeah, so tired today … would love some company now … *pause* … Been thinking about you the whole day … (she blushed)
As she said that, she uncrossed her legs and spread them in my direction, stretching her tight office skirt. Her hemline crept an inch up her thighs, revealing the lacey top of her black stockings. From my angle, I couldn’t get a good view of what she was presenting to me, but I knew she was horny. I played along.
Me: Tired huh… Let me help you relax a bit lah.
Without waiting for a reply, I went behind Hazel and started massaging the back of her neck. I worked my way down to her shoulders, slipping my hands under her jacket, touching her smooth skin. Hazel allowed her jacket to slip off her slim shoulders, revealing the black halter top that she was wearing. Her hair was tied up in a pony-tail. The view of the back of her neck, her shoulders and her bare back was very alluring.
“Mmm… That’s nice…” Hazel cooed as I worked my fingers across her shoulders and down her back.
From above, I had a clear view of her cleavage. Hazel has a fair complexion and the smooth skin of her boobs was even fairer. I had to get my hands on her boobs. I expertly unbuckled her strapless bra with one hand and then helped myself to cup her breasts, massaging and caressing the soft mounts gently. Her B-cup breasts could nicely fit in my palms. The softness and warmness of her breasts felt nice in my hands. Her light brown nipples were already protruding as I pinched and twirled them gently.
Hazel: That’s VERY nice… (she leaned her head back and smiled)
Me: I can do better than that…
I turned her swivel chair around, facing me, and kissed her on her lips. She gasped at first, not expecting my sudden advances, but she then responded by kissing me back. We frenched and our tongues wrestled, both refusing to back down.
With our lips still locked, I pushed her tight skirt up as I caressed her thighs. Once my hands reached their intended destination, I was pleasantly surprised that Hazel wasn’t wearing any panties. I could feel the moisture between her legs as I gently massaged her pussy lips and stroked her soft pubic hair.
Me: Someone is very naughty today (I whispered to her in between kisses)
Hazel: Told you I’ve been thinking about you the whole day lor… (she blushed again)
Me: ok lah … that’s a good girl … deserve to be rewarded …
I lowered my mouth to kiss her neck tenderly and then headed south. I planted my kisses gently on the lips of her pussy, tasting the sweet juice that kept flowing out. She let out soft moans, as I frenchkissed her pussy lips, probing my tongue between them. Licking her clit, my tongue made circles around it, slowly at first and gradually working up the pace. Hazel twitched uncontrollably in her chair. I held her legs apart firmly and hook them on the arms of the office chair. She bit on her lower lip as she tried desperately not to scream. Her hands grabbed my arms tighter and tighter as the sensations built up between her legs, and she was soon arching her back.
“Mmm… Mmm… Mmmmmm… Ahh…” Hazel let out a contented moan, as she slumped back into the chair. Her pussy was still in a spasm, contracting uncontrollably.
It took her a while to recover from the orgasm. After regaining her composure, she pulled my face towards her and kissed me deeply.
Hazel: Thanks Mike. I needed that.
Me: Hey, that’s what friends are for. (I joked)
Hazel: Then I should return the favour, shouldn’t I? (she gave me another sweet smile)
Yes, Hazel and I consider ourselves as just colleagues and good friends, nothing more. Why? Well, firstly, she’s already married to another man. And secondly, we never intended for our relationship to develop this way… at least not initially…
[To be continued …]
Here’s the next part, to give a bit of background to the story. Will follow up with Part 3 shortly.
Bro JoeHope - Read on to find out …
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Part 2 - The Beginning
Some years back, I made a decision to change line, from male-dominated hardcore engineering (very sian, no pretty girls one) to do sales & marketing, where the weight is a bit more on the female side. It was very exciting for me, at the same time agonizing, to have so many pretty OLs around me and yet I couldn’t get to bonk any of them.
Hazel, who is a senior in my department, became the object of my many fantasies then. Although she’s already in her mid-30s, she could still pass off as a 20-something. The first impression I had of her was that she resembled Selina of the pop group S.H.E. Hazel is tall (about 170), slim, with smooth long straight hair that could just cover her boobs. Her boobs are not huge, but they are big enough to have some nice cleavage showing when the top few buttons of her blouse are undone. But I love her nice and perky butt best. I’d strip her naked in my mind every time I watched her butt sway, as she walked down the corridor in her tight office skirt.
My relationship with Hazel in the beginning was cordial at best. I later found out that she’s married, but no kids. Her husband flew around quite often, so he didn’t spend much time with her. As we both didn’t have much “family commitments”, we often worked late into the night to clear our work.
It wasn’t until we were assigned to work on a big project together that we started to know each other better and became close friends - thanks to all the nights of working late together on our project. But still no hanky panky between us then, as I knew she was married and its risky to get involved with someone in office. There were some flirting, joking and “accidental” touches - the normal acceptable stuff.
It was when the two of us had to fly overseas together for market research and meeting potential investors, that we really got to know each other “much better”…
[To be continued …]
Here’s part 3. More to come.
Just realised that someone has upped my points. Thanks Bro/Sis, whoever you are.
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Part 3 - Taipei
One of the first trips that Hazel and I made together (just the two of us) was to Taipei to do some market research and to source out possible investors for our investment products (I cannot say what - too obvious). Since we started working quite closely together on our project, I sensed that Hazel had some liking for me and I was definitely attracted her physically more than ever.
When the day of our departure to Taipei arrived, I was excited about what could be in store for us . The flight there was uneventful, so I’ll skip this part. After arriving in Taipei in the late afternoon, we checked into our hotel. We were allocated two rooms adjacent to each other. We put down our things in our rooms before meeting again for dinner.
We enjoyed the coolness of spring in Taiwan for a change from Singapore’s humid climate. It was about 17 deg C in the chilly wind. We walked around for a while after dinner, but decided we’d better get back to the hotel to prepare for the following day’s meeting. So we went back to our rooms to freshen up and agreed to meet in her room in an hour to discuss work.
I was tired after the 4 hour plus flight. I changed out and just lied down on the bed to rest, watching local TV. After 15 minutes or so, I heard sounds of running water from Hazel’s room. She was apparently taking a shower. The pornographic image of Hazel naked in the shower - with bubbles and foam all over her breasts, dripping down her body between her legs - came into my mind and made my bro stand at attention. I couldn’t tahan already and PCC on the bed, fantasising about her.
When it was about time to meet, I cleaned up and went over to Hazel’s room. She was wearing a casual white T-shirt and a pair of shorts, flaunting her long, flawless legs. Her hair was still damp from the shower and hung nicely down her shoulder. It was enticing to see her in such casual wear, a nice change from her usual prim and proper look. My bro was at attention again!
As the table in the room was too small and cluttered to work on effectively, we sat on the bed instead going through the materials. I had a hard time focusing on the discussion as Hazel was bending forward looking at the materials and our laptops on the bed, giving a clear view of her nude-coloured bra and cleavage through the drooping neckline. She was conscious and would adjust her T-shirt initially, but she soon forgot about it as she became too engrossed in the work. At some point, I even caught a glimpse of her areola. Steam again!
I think there were a few times she might have caught me looking down her neckline, but she seemed oblivious to it and continued discussing work.
Hazel: OK! … This will do
Me: Finally … Thought I’d have to camp in your room tonight
Hazel: You wish lor…
Me: Ya! I wish leh … Can? (tongue in cheek)
Hazel: Talk rubbish (she stuck her tongue out at me) … Go back and sleep lah … We have a full day tomorrow leh.
With that, she pushed me to the room door, gave me a sweet smile and wished me goodnight. It showed 23:45 on my watch. When it comes to work, Hazel can really be a workaholic and a perfectionist. Returning to my room, I PCC for a second time that day lying in the tub.
We were very focused on our tasks in the first few days of our trip. Time passed really fast and we made good progress. We had achieved our objectives for the trip ahead of schedule and we could take it easy for a few days before our scheduled flight back to Singapore. So we spent the rest of the trip going around Taipei, shopping and eating at the malls and night markets.
Hazel: Wah … feel so relaxed now … finally settled
Me: Yeah … how about rewarding ourselves and go have a nice dinner tonight? … I saw a pretty nice restaurant the other day … you ok to have steak?
Hazel: Ya … sounds good to me (she smiled, sweet as ever)
I looked forward to enjoying a nice evening with Hazel, without the cares of work. It turned out better than I hoped for …
[To be continued…]
Here’s the continuation of what happened next.
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Part 4 - Taipei [cont’d]
Not wanting to appear underdressed (we were intending to go to a posh looking restaurant), we went back to the hotel to change. I was done earlier and waited for Hazel outside her room. She emerged from her room dressed in a small black dress that she bought earlier that day. The hemline of the dress barely reached the middle of her thighs. She coupled that with a pair of thick black stockings / pantyhose (I didn’t know which), heels and a shawl. Her make-up was heavier than usual, which made her look stunning. I was mesmerised.
Over dinner, we chatted light-heartedly about everything. Inevitably, we started talking about our personal lives and then I asked about why she was not having any children.
Hazel: I’m ok with children, but he (husband) is not prepared to change his lifestyle … He still wants to play … *sigh* … And that includes playing with girls.
Hazel was fully aware that her husband visited KTVs and nightclubs in China and in Singapore for business as well as for his own leisure.
Me: Do you trust him?
Hazel: What to do, he needs his freedom. Or else he’ll say I control him too much. Plus, there are other reasons why I believe he won’t “do it” with the girls.
Me: ok … I guess I can understand … and you have a lot of trust in him leh … I’m also curious to know what are the “other reasons”?
Hazel: *long pause* (she looked away) … He has ED … *awkward silence* (I was stunned and didn’t know what to say either) … It started a few years after we got married …
Me: So you haven’t … erm (I stopped as I realised it’s a rather sensitive issue)
Hazel: Ya, you guessed right… We haven’t done it since … He won’t even let me touch him or be intimate with him …
I can understand that a man with ED problem may have some ego issues to deal with, and he may reject intimacy for fear of failing to perform. I did a quick mental calculation … Woah! … Hazel hasn’t had sex for like more than 3 years already lor…
Me: Have the two of you talked about this issue?
Hazel: He doesn’t like to talk about it … He’d get upset every time I try to broach the issue … And I just don’t want to upset him lah …
Me: I’m sorry to hear this … I suppose that’s how you trust him not to “do it” with the girls at the nightclubs …
Hazel: I don’t know … may be he does … just don’t admit to me … I don’t wish to know either …
In my mind I was thinking if he really has ED, how would he enjoy himself in the KTVs and nightclubs (
Perhaps some experienced bros can shed some light on this – or perhaps this should be a topic for another forum
). I mean there would be no point to “ta bao” the girls, since he can’t get it up. So it would probably be just drinking and hanky-panky. Or perhaps he could do it with the girls, and told Hazel “white lies”. I wasn’t (and still isn’t) very familiar with the nightclub scene in Singapore and China then, so I wasn’t sure.
Me: But what about your needs? … you would feel lonely I guess …
Hazel: I just try not to think about it … We don’t spend much time together anyway, he would always have some activities on or fly to China … I would feel lonely some times, but I have since learnt to cope.
That’s why Hazel kept herself busy with work. She would also often go for her shopping spree, her spa or manicure to relax and to take her mind off her unhappiness and to distract herself. But it’s obvious that, despite the unhappiness in her marriage, she still loves her husband very much.
Hazel: Some times I wonder if it is me that caused his problem. Perhaps I’m no longer attractive in his eyes.
Hazel’s eyes weld up with tears as she said that. I moved over to sit beside her and put my arms around her shoulder. At this point, I had the impulse to give Hazel everything that her husband failed to provide for her - i.e. tender loving care. I couldn’t comprehend why someone would neglect such a beautiful and understanding wife. Pulling her close to me, she buried her face in my shoulder and wept softly.
Me: Don’t think like that. I for one think you are damn attractive … Honestly, I could get a hard on by just looking at you.
She broke out laughing and slapped my cheek softly for sprouting rubbish. But I could tell that she was quite pleased with what I said.
Wanting to take her mind off the sad topic, I suggested going for some drinks and dancing. We headed for a nearby disco to chill (Think the place was called “Kiss” or something – not sure if it is still there). It was quite a happening place with a young crowd. After a couple of drinks, I asked Hazel to dance. She said she hasn’t danced for a while, but what the heck. So we squeezed our way into the crowded dance floor.
Perhaps it’s due to the alcohol (Hazel was not a good drinker), Hazel really let herself go and danced sexily and wildly, catching the attention of a number of guys around her. I’ve never seen this side of her before. The dance floor was really crowded and our bodies were squeezed together in many instances. I also had to “protect” her from the guys around, so I took the liberty to put my arms around her waist. I’d let my hands “slip” down to her butt some times. She didn’t object or resist. A couple of times, her breasts were pressed onto my chest. Another time, she turned around and leaned back on me, grinding her butt into my crotch. My bro was rock hard and I thought she could possibly feel my rod pressing on her ass.
Then a slow number was played. Hazel was going to walk off the dance floor, but I picked up my guts and pulled her close to me. Hazel felt a little awkward at first, but later rested her head on my shoulder as we swayed to the song.
Me: (I whispered into her ear) I wish tonight would take forever.
She looked into my eyes and smiled. There were tears in her eyes. On the dimmed dance floor, we kissed for the first time. It sent vibes throughout my body. I’ve never expected to get this beautiful lady that I’ve been fantasising about all these while.
Hazel: (her head on my shoulder) Me too. I haven’t felt like this for a long time. Thanks Mike.
I believed she was craving to be touched and to feel loved by a real man again. We kissed deeply. I slipped my hands down her back to caress her firm butt. She held me close. So close that my hardened bro was pressing on her body.
By the end of the song, we were sure we wanted each other. So we got quickly got a cab and made our way back to the hotel.
[To be continued …]
Thanks for the support, bros. Appreciated. I’ll try to update as often as I can. There may be a bit of delay as I’ll need to find time to pen down the story from memory (and I’m still under moderation).
Here’s the continuation - the highlight of that evening …
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Part 5 - Taipei [cont’d]
In the cab, I put my arms around Hazel, she rested her head on my shoulder. I cupped her breasts, and started caressing them through her dress. However, she resisted when I tried to slip my hand between her legs.
Hazel: (whispered in my ear) Go back to the room first lah (she licked my ear. steam ah!!) … but I know you cannot wait already …
Hazel placed her hand on my thigh as she said that, and then let her hands roam up to my crotch, stroking my erected bro through my pants.
Once we closed the door behind us in her room, we locked lips again. We stripped each other eagerly. I unzipped her dress, while she unbuckled my pants. She also wasted no time to rip my shirt off and I undid her bra with a flick of my fingers. Piece by piece, the garments dropped onto the floor. She was left only with a black G-string and matching black stockings, and me only my briefs.
I lightly traced my fingers along the edge of her G-string from the waistband, down the sides of the triangle, which led them directly to her honey-pot. The bottom of her G-string was already soaked. I found her clit through the fabric and flicked on it with my finger. Her legs immediately went weak. In return, Hazel teased my balls and my bro with her fingers through my briefs. There was already a small patch of wetness on my briefs from my pre-cum. She could feel my bro throbbing, struggling to be released. Hazel obliged and pulled the waistband of my briefs down. My overjoyed bro sprung out to meet her. With a few quick tugs, her G-string and my briefs were soon on the floor too. We then fumbled across the room, with our mouths locked, and crashed onto the bed.
I broke our kiss to look at her naked body – something that I’ve been visualising in my mind for a long time. Her B-cup breasts are each a nice handful. I squeezed them and bent down to suck her tits. She squealed at the stimulation and wrapped her legs around me. She then pulled me up and frechkissed me deeply again. Hazel reached down and grabbed my bro, stroking it again. It was throbbing in her hands and dripping pre-cum. She positioned my dickhead at the entrance of her pussy and nudged my butt towards her. I got the hint and started pushing into her.
“Ahh … gently please” she let out a soft moan.
Her face cringed as her deprived pussy was penetrated once again, after so many years of neglect. Slowly, I buried my whole shaft into her and stopped, giving her some time to adjust to the sensation of her pussy being stretched and filled. Her pussy was dripping wet and warm. It was the first time she had sex after so many years. She grabbed the sheets and let out a moan as I pushed deeper into her.
Me: Are you alright? (fearing that I might have caused her pain)
Hazel: (looked into my eyes, smiled sweetly and kissed me deeply again) Yes … I feel like a woman again … Mmm … not pain anymore … (she blushed)
She nudged my butt, giving me the indication to start moving. I rocked slowly and gently at first, building up the strength and pace gradually. Soon I was pumping her like a piston. Hazel held her legs up wide supported by her hands. She was still wearing her stockings and heels, which was a real turn on for me. Her body gyrated in sync with my pumping, and she moaned and purred like a kitten. Then she bit on her lips and her body tensed up. With a few more pumps, I felt her pussy contracting vigorously on my bro, as if trying to swallow it, and her body went into convulsion.
I stopped to let her recover. Her vagina was still having spasms. My bro was still rock hard and it was throbbing inside her, raring to go again. She sensed it and slipped my bro out of her.
Hazel: Let me say hello to my new friend.
I was kneeling on the bed. Hazel sat up and took my bro into her mouth. Her tongue twirled around my dickhead. She caressed my butt and ran her fingers lightly from my ass to my balls. Vibes shot up my spine each time and my dick throbbed in excitement. She may not have done this for a long time, but it seemed she hasn’t lost her BJ skills. She worked me up like a pro until I was almost going to cum.
Me: I’m cumming (giving her advance warning)
But Hazel continued suck and stroke my bro, even faster. Finally, I tensed up and unloaded into her mouth. She gagged at first due to the large amount of cum. She swallowed as much as she could. Some dripped from the corner of her mouth. She continued to suck me clean until I was totally spent. We crashed into bed, both shacked out. I held her close to me, stroking her hair.
Hazel: (planting a kiss on my lips) Thank you.
Me: The pleasure was mine (I joked, puns intended, but cheezy no doubt)
A few questions lingered in my mind as we drifted into sleep naked in each other’s arms - so how now? is this love or just lust? will there be a future for us? – I really don’t know …
[To be continued …]
Just had a quickie with Hazel over lunch (I may write on this another day) … made my Monday blues go away … Didn’t have the mood to work after that liao …
… Managed to quickly pen down the next part after lunch …
Bros, do let me know if this not interesting anymore (i.e. sian liao) … I may move on to write on my other encounters …
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Part 6 - Taipei [cont’d]
I woke up the next morning thinking I must have been dreaming. But I realised it was real when I saw Hazel still sleeping naked in my arms. She looked more beautiful to me than ever. I kissed her gently on her forehead. She opened her eyes.
Me: Good morning, how are you feeling?
Hazel: (stretching herself) Mmm … Feels nice to wake up in your arms … (planted a kiss on my cheek)
I felt relieved. At least my worst fear that she might cry rape over what happened last night proved to be unfounded.
Me: Any regrets about last night?
Hazel: (thought for a while) I wasn’t thinking last night … and I don’t want to think about it for now … *pause* … Cos you made me feel desirable once again … Silly right?
Me: No … I can understand … I just want you to know that no matter what happens next, what you decide to do and whatever you need, I will be there for you and I’ll support you …
Hazel: Really? Promise?
Me: Promise.
Hazel: Thank you, darling (hmm… She called me darling) … That’s comforting to know … *pause* … Now, I’m a little hungry (she hugged my neck and nibbled on my ear).
Me: ha ha … ok … Shall I order room service?
Hazel: No … I mean I’m still hungry “down there”, darling (spreading her legs) … You’ve stirred me up last night … Now I can’t get enough of it … (she blushed)
Poor girl, I thought. Hazel obviously had a high sex drive. Being deprived all these years must have been hard on her.
Me: No problem … We’ll just have to make sure that you have your fill then … Time for some “breakfast” in bed …
I vowed to make Hazel cum as many times as I could that day. I kissed Hazel deeply, at the same time slid my hand down her body, between her legs. I circled the entrance of her lovehole, which started to get wet, and used the juice to lubricated her clit. Then I gently rubbed her clit in circles. Hazel closed her eyes, took a deep breath and moaned, her legs opened even wider. I slipped one finger into her, then two. I felt her soft vagina walls sucking on my fingers as I fingered her. She climaxed shortly (1st time).
I got down and buried my face between her legs, licking and sucking on her clit. Her orgasm was building up again and she squirmed.
Hazel: Mmm … Darling, I want to eat you too …
We got into a 69 position with her on top. I pressed her pussy into my face and licked her like there’s no tomorrow. She tried to blow me, but she really had difficulty focusing on the job. Before long, she came again from my tongue action (2nd time).
I rolled her over and entered her missionary. Suddenly, my big head overruled my small head and jammed brakes.
Me: Eh … No rubber leh … Safe or not?
Hazel: Now then you realise ah … I’m safe lah, darling … Else I wouldn’t have let you come in last night … Silly
Relieved, I started pumping her hard. Small head took over control from here on.
Hazel: Ahh… You’re so strong … (she was breathless)
Me: Too rough?
Hazel: No … Ahh… I like it … Mmm … (biting her lips)
After another few dozen pumps, Hazel came again (3rd time). The intense contraction on my bro triggered the start of my climax. I pumped vigorously trying to achieve ecstasy. Hazel screamed and wrapped her arms and legs around me tight. I was like a mad dog in heat humping away. My last bout of hard pumping brought Hazel to another level of orgasm (4th time). At the same time, my floodgate opened and I unloaded my cum again and again into her pussy, filling her up.
I slumped onto her. My bro still throbbing inside her. I kept it in until it eventually went soft and slipped out. Cum oozed out of her lovehole. It seemed 4 times for her in one go was all that I could manage. I hope she’s happy.
Hazel: You make me feel so good … I getting addicted … What will I do without you next time … (pouting her lips)
Me: I hope there will be many next times … Remember, I will always be there for you … whatever you need and whenever you need me.
Hazel: Thank you, darling.
We washed up together and went out for a real breakfast - i.e. dou jiang you tiao. We only had one more day left in Taipei before heading back and we had to make full use of it. We were like newly weds on honeymoon. Clothes were redundant whenever we were in the room. By the end of the day, my balls were aching and Hazel had a sore pussy. But she enjoyed every minute of it. We slept naked together again, skin to skin, that night - our last night in Taipei.
Next morning, it was time to get ready to fly back home. There was a tinge of sadness in the air as we packed our luggage and the reality began to set in. However, Hazel refused to let it dampen her mood. Being the sunshine girl that she was, we chatted cheerful as we made our way to the airport hand in hand like lovers.
At the airport while waiting to board the plane. Hazel, with her arms around mine and her head on my shoulder, suddenly said in a serious tone.
Hazel: Darling.
Me: Ya?
Hazel: We need to talk … (oh oh, I didn’t like the sound of that)
[To be continued …]
Thanks Bros for the support and points. Appreciate it.
I’ve been a passive reader in SBF for some time, enjoying the stories posted by the bros here. I’ve always assumed that the TS would just go on with the stories. Having now posted my own thread, I realised that sometimes a little encouragement from fellow samsters can go a long way to help spur the TS to go on. Else, don’t know if pple enjoy the story or find it boring.
So from henceforth, I shall make it a point to also try to support the stories that I enjoy reading. I got no power yet, but the least I could do is to encourage the TS to go on.
I’m tidying up Part 7. Will post it shortly …
Part 7 - Back to Reality
Hazel: We need to talk …
Me: Sure … (I braced myself for what’s to come)
Hazel: I’ve never expected us to do what we did … but now that I’ve crossed the line, I’ll have to deal with the consequences and sort out my own feelings about you and him (I was surprised that Hazel could be so rational about this issue) … I feel so loved by you in the past few days and I love you for that … I really do …
Me: I love you too … (to be honest, I wasn’t sure if it was love, lust, sympathy, or a mix of these)
Hazel: But the fact is I’m a married woman … And I still love him, despite his imperfections … I won’t be able to bring myself to leave him … He’ll be devastated … You know what I mean?
Me: I can understand … he is a very lucky man to have you as his wife …
Hazel: I’ve enjoyed myself thoroughly in the past few days … I hope it will remain a secret between us.
Me: You have my word … But remember what I said …
Hazel: Yes, you will be there for me if ever I need you (she smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder again)
Me: (feeling a bit lousy) So what does this make us … just friends?
Hazel: You disappointed?
Me: Somewhat … But I will respect your decision. (what else can I say … I can’t force her, right?)
Hazel: Thanks, darling.
But it turned out that we could never really go back to being just friends. The feeling of being loved and desired, as well as the intense gratification from love making, would keep Hazel coming back for more.
In the first few days after returning to office, we got busy following up on reporting to management about our findings and results. But after those were more or less settled, the episode in Part 1 of this thread happened.
Those who have read Part 1 would recall that I gave Hazel a paintjob in her office cubicle. And she was going to return the favour. Here’s what happened next …
Hazel unzipped my pants, without unbuckling my belt, and pulled out my bro and my balls. The zipper and the elastic band of my briefs constricted my bro at its base, which made it feel very inflated. My bro was stiff as a rod. My dickhead was at its biggest ever and it turned dark red, almost purple-ish. Hazel stroked my over-strained bro and licked my scrotum, sucking my balls into her mouth one at a time.
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Side track a bit here - Although I’m not the very hairy type, I have a habit of keeping my crotch area shaved … not everything, just the scrotum, anus areas, plus also the shaft of my bro … on top still got hair, so from front can’t really tell and I won’t look like a pre-pubescent boy … From experience, the girls would appreciate the effort, as they won’t eat hair when they do BJ. They would also be more willing to lick my balls and to do AR …The sensation of warm mouth and wet tongue on shaved balls is really quite amazing … So bros, may like to try this, surprise your girl, and enjoy!! - now back to the story …
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Hazel then licked, kissed and nibbled her way slowly up to the tip of my shaft, before engulfing my bro in her mouth in one quick move. Her tongue twirled on my dickhead as she sucked on it hard, bobbing her head back and forth. One of her hands stroked the base of my bro, while the other was playing with my dangling balls. The sensations were intense. Just as I felt a climax building up, Hazel sensed it too and stopped what she was doing.
Hazel: Not yet, darling … (there was a very naughty look on her face)
Hazel stood up, straightened her skirt and took something from her purse. She then held my bro in her hand and led me to our office’s “Cosy Corner” - which was just a small pantry area with sofa, cushions and stuff - just a few steps from her cubicle. She settled me down onto a leather bean bag and pulled my pants down to my ankles. As I had anticipated, Hazel took out a condom and capped me.
Hazel: (pretending to talk to my bro) Sorry my friend … This week not safe lah … Have to make you wear cap … (then planted a kiss on my bro)
Hazel hiked up her tight skirt to her waist and straddled me. She then guided my bro to meet her pussy. I watched my whole shaft disappear slowly into her as she sat down on it. Hazel then untied her halter top, revealing her boobs. I reached for her boobs and squeezed them hard.
Hazel started to ride on me. I was already on the verge of a climax. The sight of Hazel’s creamy white, bouncing boobs and her ponytail swinging wildly, plus her riding skill, made me cum in a few minutes.
Me: I’m surprised that you had this planned (I smiled)
Hazel: Told you I was thinking of you the whole day lor …
Me: Do you have another condom in your purse?
Hazel: Yup … (she nodded and we frenched deeply)
This was the first of a number late night office romps and lunch time quickies between Hazel and I. There were a couple of close shaves (e.g. The cleaner auntie came to our floor unexpectedly), but we were never caught with our pants down. I suppose the possibility of being caught added to the thrill.
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The story between Hazel and me is currently still unfolding. I may go on to share some of the more “memorable moments” between us, if fellow samsters are still interested to read on. If not, this looks like a good place for this story to stop for now. Let me know. ok?
[To be continued???]
Thanks for the encouragement and points, Bros. I’ll continue to share short episodes of some of the more interesting and memorable times since Hazel and I started our office affair.
But first let me respond to a couple of comments:
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Originally Posted by
StillLearning
brother Mike,
Were you married at the time of the Office Affair?
No. I was a swinging single then. I’m still not married. Was in and out of a couple of serious relationships but they didn’t work out.
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Originally Posted by
Zakanara0312
Bro Mike,
The story I enjoyed reading very much if the CRO story by Bro AudiA5…….. also upping someone’s wife and in the end becomes his wife.
For yours, so far find it very entertaining and want to read more. But your story seems to maintain the relationship with Hazel as FB.
I enjoyed the CRO story too. Spent 3=hrs reading the whole thread when I first came across it some time back. I’m still following AudiA5’s Jiangsu girl story. Well, unlike Gin, Hazel is not in any moral danger from her husband. He just couldn’t satisfy her in certain aspects, which I’m more than happy to fill in the gap (puns intended
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The next part will be posted shortly … hang around, folks …
This happened some time back. I can’t recall exactly when it happened, but I can definitely remember the experience …
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Part 8 - Stockings
Hazel and I were going out for lunch together one day. Hazel was wearing a thin-striped pink & white blouse and kaki-coloured pants with a pair of white 4-inch stilettos that day (with 4-inch heels, she was as tall as me, if not taller). On our way out, Hazel realised that she hadn’t worn her heels properly and bent down to adjust the straps. The neckline of her blouse drooped and I got a good look into her blouse. Her creamy white boobs, cupped in a white-coloured bra, were tantalizing. It has been a while since I last put my hands on those soft tender mounts, I thought. I hoped it could happen that day.
Hazel and I didn’t indulge in our office romps too often for fear that “go up mountain many times, sure to meet tiger” (the original Chinese version of this idiom sounds much better). Although Hazel was highly-sexed, she’s also careful not to overdo it, and we had to cover our tracks well in order not to rouse suspicion among our colleagues.
Me: Nice shoes … Just bought huh? … Never noticed you wearing this pair before …
Hazel: Thanks … Ya … Just bought last weekend
Me: You just slipped them on before you come out for lunch huh? You don’t keep your shoes on while in office is it? (I know some OLs have this habit)
Hazel: Not usually … but today I had to take them off, cos the straps are hurting my feet … I should’ve worn a pair of stockings.
Me: Why didn’t you?
Hazel: I’m wearing pants today mah, silly … wear so many layers … Very warm inside leh … (she laughed at my lack of common sense)
Me: oic … (felt stupid)
Hazel: If I knew the straps could cause abrasions, I would’ve worn my stockings lo … Maybe I could go Watsons later to get a pair.
So we quickly took our lunch and I accompanied Hazel to a nearby Watsons. Hazel didn’t manage to find what she wanted. She was looking for short ones that would only reach the knee, so that it wouldn’t be too warm and uncomfortable. Instead, she had to settle for a pair that was longer and would go up to her thigh.
Hazel: Not exactly what I was looking for, but I just hope my feet won’t hurt so much after putting these on later.
I asked Hazel to show me what she bought. It was just a pair of simple nude-coloured nylon stockings, but images of Hazel unrolling the stockings seductively up her legs filled my mind (I had been watching too much porn, I think) and triggered some excitement in my pants. My small head started to put ideas in my big head.
Me: Let me watch you.
Hazel: Watch me do what? (looked blur)
Me: Put on your stockings lah.
Hazel: Huh? … But how? You crazy ah … (she chuckled at the absurd proposal)
Me: No, not crazy … Just a bit turned on … Leave everything to me …
With that, I led Hazel to the men’s changing room of our office gym. I knew it would probably be empty as the guys in our office were too lazy to workout during lunch (Some of the ladies were more health conscious and would do yoga or hit the treadmill during lunch). I went in first to check if it was indeed vacant, and then signaled for Hazel to come in. I led her into the corner changing cubicle, which was the roomiest, and locked the door behind me.
Hazel: (looked a bit worried) You sure no one would come in?
Me: Shh … (whispered) Yup… At this time nobody one … We’ll hear the door if anyone comes in … But let’s be quiet to play safe … K?
Hazel: ok, darling … as you wish … (her anxiety gave way to horniness)
Hazel proceeded to take off her heels and stepped onto the bench in the cubicle. She slowly unzipped her pants. I just stood by the door watching her …
[To be continued …]