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aspire4920G
nice story,
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Originally Posted by
newlife
Nice to have u back it have been a long time, but is a worth long wait. And all the best in ur new job and ur relationship with her.
Thanks for encouraging words. Regarding my relationship with Hazel, I won’t let the cat out of the bag just yet. Something unexpected (at least for me) did happen not too long ago. You’ll find out as I air my thoughts here.
Posting the next part shortly …
I started at my new company soon after. A good friend referred me to the company when he got to know that I had tendered my resignation. It wasn’t too difficult adjusting to my new company. The learning curve was steep initially, but I got the hang of it after a while. Colleagues were generally nice people, except for a couple of assholes.
I was leading a small team of three. I won’t go into the details of my work here, cos that’s the boring stuff. The more interesting bit is that one of my staff, Cheryl, was a real chio babe. Now, my office is not short of pretty OLs, but somehow to me, Cheryl stands out from the rest. She’s a petite girl, not very tall (perhaps around 1.6m), but she has a very sweet-looking face and a pleasant personality. And I still couldn’t decide whether best asset was her big eyes or her large boobs. I didn’t have a good gauge of her cup-size, but her melons looked like they were more than a handful each (and for that matter my hands aren’t small). But one thing’s for sure, Cheryl has the sweetest smile, with cute little dimples on each of her cheeks that could melt any guy’s heart.
I still remember my first team meeting with her involved. I had sat down at the discussion table before the rest of the team gathered. As Cheryl took her seat, she reached across the table to pick up something. She was wearing a jacket over a rather loose blouse that day. As she bent over, I got a clear down-blouse view of her longkang. And wow, the longkang was pretty deep lor! Her boobs seemed to weigh heavily down on the plain white bra that was supporting them. I had to pry my eyes away quickly before anyone noticed. Cheryl sort of realised that she was exposing herself and consciously pressed her hand against her chest, like ladies usually do. But the damage was done, as I couldn’t shake the image of the creamy white cleavage out of my mind. It was damn uncomfortable to conduct a meeting with a hard on in my pants.
Cheryl definitely got my attention. But I reminded myself that I shouldn’t get myself involved with a colleague (again!!), what more a subordinate this time! So I tried kept our relationship as cordial and professional as I could.
Cheryl was in her early twenties and she was the youngest in the team, also with the least experience. She’s a smart girl nevertheless and a real go-getter too. Her sweet looks were complemented by her fun-loving and bubbly personality. She’s what some would describe as a “xiao la jiao” (i.e. chilli padi - small, but freaking hot). And she’s a totally different kind of girl from Hazel, who’s a cool, mature and yet sultry lady.
Despite her confidence and youthful drive, she still needed a fair bit of coaching to guide her on the right approach in handling operational and business matters, especially on managing people and relationships. So I do get to spend a lot of time with her at work. Cheryl appreciated the fact that I showed concern for her work and helped her along whenever she needed it. I guess we sort of developed a liking for each other, but neither is prepared to show anything. I’m not sure about her, but I did get a warm fussy feeling every time she’s near me. It kind of reminded me of the feeling when I was with Hazel back at my previous office. Perhaps I missed that feeling …
As much as I tried to keep things between us professional, my stupid head (ya, the small brainless one) made it really difficult for me … And it didn’t help that each time she came over to my desk to check with me on something, I’ll get treated to a view of her creamy cleavage when she bent forward to discuss things me … Oh man! …
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andythai
a new colleague in the picture, nice work bro
Thanks Bro … ya … it’s kind of complicated …
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newlife
U are one lucky guy, there is always chio gals in where u work so envy.
It depends on the industry, Bro … I used to do engineering (construction to be precise) … the number of girls in my office one hand can count liao … pretty girls no need to use hand to count … Frankly, in those days, I saw more bangala workers than girls lah … my current line (marketing), on the other hand, is heavy on the estrogen side, and due to the nature of the work, the ladies bother to dress up … I still haven’t regreted changing field … Hee …
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rockyt
Bro Mike JustDoIt, Very fascinating and like bro Watsup, finished reading your contribution in 1 go, practically taking this whole morning. Must confess that it was really a good write-up and when comes to the juicy part, I had a hard on. Very luck dude and camping for your new encounter. I gonna sure not going to miss the new sexcounter, Cheryl. Camping here for more sexciting adventure……Salute to you! bro.
Thanks for your encouragement, Bro … hope to write a bit more over this long weekend … will post soon … Thks.
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newlife
I also in the construction line, but going to chance after my mc is due. Have a very bad accident on 15/02/2011. So have to chance job after I recover, hope I have the luck like u.
Hey Bro newlife - Sorry to hear about your accident. Hope you’ll recover quickly and get well soon. Also, all the best in your job change.
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TCSSS
waiting for more , thanks for the interesting story
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Originally Posted by
ben.now
Hope everything is going well on your new job! So that juicy story will keep coming… Very exciting and stimulating story from u, keep it up and feed us with all the HAPPENNiNGSS..
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PantherPink
Great story! waiting for more
Thanks Bros. Will be posting the next part in a while …
It’s not easy for me to write this part as I still get a bit emotional when I think about it …
I soon realised that, under certain circumstances, things can change very quickly. Over the few months after I left my previous company, the relationship between Hazel and me had somewhat evolved from FBs to more like … well … just buddies. I mean we still met up, but probably due to our hectic schedule, the frequency of our meetings dropped from at least once a week to a miserable once a month, if at all. And when we do meet up, it’s often over coffee or a meal and to catch up with each other, rather than for sex. For the few times that she came over to my place for a romp, it just wasn’t the same anymore. Not sure if you guys know what I mean.
Then, Hazel sent me a message one morning …
Hazel: (text) Hey, I met a really cute guy last night at P******* (don’t wish to reveal the place as it may be too obvious) … He asked for my number … Ha ha
Me: Wow … Got hook up with him or not? ; )
Now, Hazel and I had a long established understanding that we could see other people and not be tied down to each other (this is not unreasonable given that we’re FBs). However, neither of us had exercised this liberty and we had remained “faithful” to each other. But we were quite open nevertheless and we would usually be quite candid when we joke with each other about such stuff. So I was joking when I texted her back and I thought little of her message.
Hazel: (text) No lah … He was with his colleagues and I was with my girl frens mah …
Me: You mean otherwise you wld hv bonked him? Hee hee … ; )
Hazel: I don’t know leh … Maybe … Hee … : P
I laughed the matter off in my mind, again not thinking much of it, and continued my journey to work.
The following Monday, my phone beeped just as I was getting ready to leave home for work.
Hazel: (text) Hey, I have something to tell you …
Me: Oh? … What?
Hazel: Remember the cute guy I told you about last week? … We’ve been keeping in contact …
Me: That’s ok …
Hazel: He asked me out last night …
Me: (there’s a sense in my gut that something is really not right) And? …
Hazel: We did it …
I understood what she meant. There was a sudden unexplainable surge of emotions in me. I wasn’t sure what it was - jealousy? anger? bitterness? I knew in my head that I shouldn’t be jealous or angry about this, as Hazel is entitled to her own personal life. After all, I’m NOT her husband, and I have NO RIGHTS whatsoever to be angry or to feel bitter about it. Despite this, I couldn’t control the emotions. I didn’t reply her, or rather I didn’t know how I should reply her. I was also thinking why is Hazel telling me this? I DON’T have to know this. The more I thought about it, the more emotional I got …
Hazel: (after 15 minutes) Are you angry with me?
Me: (trying to keep my cool, but I was damn sad liao) Well, we agreed b4 tt we can meet other ppl …
Hazel: I know … Somehow I just feel bad abt it … Are you really ok with it?
Me: Perhaps a little jealous … (I lied. I was more than just “a little jealous”) … Was he good?
*Shit* … I slapped myself on my forehead after pressing “send”. On second look, the last text made me sound so pathetic. Why did I have to be such a loser??!!
Hazel: (took a while before replying) This type of thing how to say … Reach my station liao … Talk to you later …
I went to work that day feeling really shitty and I had to drag my feet to work. I was pretty emo for a few days after that day. Was it because of my feelings for Hazel? or was it just my bruised ego? … I didn’t know … For the rest of the week I didn’t text or call Hazel. There was no further text or call from her either. One part of me had the urge to just ask her out to talk things out, but another part of me (probably my ego) prevented me from making the first move. Childish perhaps … I know …
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titan84
Well it is just sour at times even tho many a times we try to keep our mind open
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sammysam
Just… let go…
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andythai
understand your feelings bro, as a guy we would say never mind but deep in our hearts most of us are selfish therefore the pain factor comes in.
The best solution is to move on and find another gal then maybe you will feel better.
I know what you guys mean … And I know full well in my mind that I should let go … but my heart tells me otherwise … It’s more difficult than I ever thought it would be … I’ve always thought that I could simply walk away if I need to or when the time comes … I was so darn wrong …
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ben.now
perharps there’s a emotional thingy connected between u and her tat’s y both of you feel that way. hope you get over it.. stay happy and bonk freely… cheers to you bro. you’ll have our support.
Hazel and I have always been connected emotionally, although we both knew that our relationship would not go further than being FBs … Thanks for the encouragement … I will get over this, I know … eventually …
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tcrecruit
Another great writer…. Pls keep it up! Totally understand what u mean with your latest update.. *sigh
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PantherPink
great story. waiting for more updates
Thanks … the next part is coming up shortly …
And to all the kind Bros who have contributed to my points - Thanks, I will try to return the favour when I get the chance. Honestly, it is good enough for me to know that there are ppl here who are willing to read my posts and “listen” to me venting my frustration. The things I write here I can’t tell anybody else.
In the same week, my company participated in a road-show, in which we had taken up a booth. My team was assigned to take charge of the booth and my staff had to take turns to be stationed at the booth for a day each. For Cheryl’s slot, it was scheduled on the last day of the road-show. My boss had asked me to help her out at the booth, as she was still quite new. It was a task that I gladly accepted.
That morning when I arrived at the booth, still feeling down somewhat, a pleasant sight distracted me and lifted my mood. I saw a pretty lady wearing a slick-looking black tight dress with a deep V-shaped neckline, with black stocking / pantyhose and stilettos. The short dress hugged her curves and it only reached her mid-thigh, revealing much of her slender legs. My heart skipped a beat. It was Cheryl alright.
She looked damn sexy in that outfit (I admit I have a thing for ladies in small black dresses), although she tried to maintained some modesty (at least cover up her cleavage a bit) with a tube inside her dress. Her makeup was heavier than usual, but not too much – just enough to make her look real delicious to me. How I wished she would remove the tube under her dress for me, or better still, take off her dress! Images of Cheryl in just a stretched under-sized tube, panties and stockings filled my mind, and I guess I was practically staring at the hot chick before me.
Cheryl: Morning Mike! … (snapping me out of my day-dream) … erm … Everything alright? (she became a bit self-conscious)
Me: (slapped myself mentally for being so obvious) Hey Cheryl … I’m good … you’ve got all the stuff ready? (referring to the setting up of the booth)
Cheryl: Yup … good to go … (then she thought of something) … oh … I forgot to take out the freebies …
Without thinking, she immediately squat down to open the cabinet under the booth stand to retrieve the stuff. But what she didn’t realise was that she had squatted down facing me with her legs apart, stretching her dress wide open, exposing her panties to me. The place was pretty bright and I had a direct view into her tight dress. Her panties were white and she wore a pair of black pantyhose over it. I realised that it was such a cheap-thrill, but it was difficult not to look. I muttered in my head, early in the morning let my eyes “eat” so much “ice-cream” how to tahan. Fortunately, my jacket hid the hard-on that was forming in my pants. I forced myself to look away and offered to help her with the stuff that she was stacking up on one arm and against her chest.
When it was time for lunch, I went to the nearby cafe to pack lunch, while she stayed at the booth. I got Cheryl a Caesar salad that she wanted, a sandwich for myself and coffee for both. There was only one chair provided at our booth and Cheryl was sitting on it. So I ate my sandwich standing near the booth. Cheryl shifted her butt to one side and patted on the space next to her, signaling me to share the seat.
Me: It’s alright, Cheryl … I’m fine …
Cheryl: Come on, Mike … (she beamed her mega-watt smile) … we’ve been standing the whole morning … I’m sure your legs hurt as bad as mine … come sit down for a while lah … we still got a long day to go …
She had a point, so I took up her offer and sat down next to her, half of our butt cheeks on the chair. Our shoulders and knees were touching. From the side, I could peek down her tube a bit and enjoyed the view of the valley. The smell of her sweet perfume again intoxicated my mind with impure thoughts about her. Oh man, another round of erection in my pants. I wondered how was I going to get through this day if it goes on like that …
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Sorry folks. Was a bit tied up with work today, so didn’t manage to write a lot … will try to write a bit more next time …
It felt like a long day and both Cheryl and I were glad it was coming to an end. As we were packing up the booth (it was the last day of the event), I heard Cheryl cried out. I turned only to see her on the floor holding her ankle. A man was next to her apologizing profusely, trying to help her up. I figured she must have been knocked over by the guy and twisted her ankle when she lost her balance. I hurried over to her.
Me: You alright? … (helping her up, at the same time gave the guy an angry stare, which sort of scared him away)
Cheryl: I’m ok … *ouch* … I’ll be alright in a while … oohh … shit! This hurts …
Me: Let me take a look at it …
I removed her heels and helped her onto her better foot, holding her arm and supporting her by her waist. This was the first time that I “hugged” Cheryl, and it felt good. I was conscious to avoid touching her breasts, but it was inevitable that I would come into contact with the sides of her boobs somehow. I sat her onto the chair and started rubbing down her ankle which fortunately didn’t feel swollen. Cheryl was a bit embarrassed and apologetic that her supervisor was massaging her sprained ankle. There’s something erotic about holding a nylon-cladded foot in my hands. Fortunately, I didn’t exactly have a foot fetish, or else I think I might have done something stupid or maybe cum in my pants there and then.
At first, her thighs were tightly clamped. But she had little control over her legs when the pain in her ankle hit her, and her legs would part a little, several times. Again, it was tempting for me to look up her dress, but I resisted. For that matter, I was quite proud that I managed to do so this time.
After a while more, I rested her foot on the floor and insisted that she rest, while I finished up the rest of the packing. After giving our contractor some final instructions, I drove Cheryl home as she was in no condition to go back on her own.
Me: Let me help you up to your place …
Cheryl: It’s ok, Mike … I’m alright now … (she beamed her sweet smile at me again) … Thanks …
Me: Alright then … Remember to put a cold pack or some ice over it … It’ll help to ease the pain and prevent swelling … You take care, ya? …
Cheryl: (stepping out of the car) … Yes, sir! … (she chuckled) … You drive safely, K? … (I smiled back)
Driving out of the car park, I replayed the events of the day in my mind and felt the familiar warm sensation in me again, this time coupled with some arousal in my pants. I then thought of Hazel. The initial strong emotions have faded somewhat and I started to rationalize. I reasoned that I should be more mature about this issue and convinced myself that I should break the ice. So I sent a text to Hazel.
Me: (text) Hey dear, you free?
Hazel: (after a minute) Hey, I’m with a fren …
Me: (thought for a second) With the new guy?
Hazel: (after a long while) Yes …
I didn’t text her any further. A surge of emotions and a mixed feeling of sexual frustration, plus jealousy and all sorts of shit feelings overwhelmed my heart again, and it was beyond my usually cool mind’s control.
I drove aimlessly for a while, not wanting to go home yet. I ended up driving along Upper Thomson Road and decided to turn into the Lower Pierce area. I stopped the car at a quiet roadside parking lot and for some strange reasons, I wept …
Now, I had not shed a tear for a girl ever since the breakup of my first relationship. We were still in JC then and I was obviously still immature. I’ve grown up since and thought I would no longer cry over such matters. Perhaps I was just angry with myself for being so emotional and unable to get a grip on myself. Or perhaps I felt that I’ve lost Hazel for good.
I don’t remember how long I sat there in the car. For some reason, I had the urge to text Cheryl. The clock in my car indicated 10.50pm. I silently uttered a prayer that she would still be awake.
Me: (text) Remember to take care of your ankle and ice it …
Cheryl: (to my surprise her reply came almost immediately) Ok, I will … Thks.
A minute later …
Cheryl: (text) Are you always so nice to your staff?
Me: (replied) Only to those that I like … Ha ha …
Cheryl: Well, you seem to like everyone in office …
Me: Maybe some more than others … : )
The message appeared too forward and I started regretting it the second I pressed “send”. I told myself that I have to stop sending out messages that I might regret. After an excruciatingly long minute I got her reply …
Cheryl: Glad to know that I’m among the “some” …
Me: (somewhat relieved that she didn’t take it the wrong way) Now, don’t start getting complacent, ya?
Cheryl: Hahahaha … I’m not … I’m just happy … ; )
Me: Ok … It’s getting late … Go get some rest …
Cheryl: Yes sir! … ; )
Me: Good girl … Ha ha …
Cheryl: Ya … I’m a good girl … But only to those I like … ; )
Me: You seem to like everyone too … : )
Cheryl: Maybe some more than others … Hee … ; )
Me:. Good nite, little girl …
Cheryl: Nite …
I smiled. This exchange of SMS didn’t seem like much, but strangely, it provided some comfort to me at a time of distress. It also set the stage for what is to follow …
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KeanuReeves
Bro Mike_JustDoIt, i felt the same before..
Nonetheless, i envy you that you’ve Cheryl (after Hazel)..
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Agreed, why I do not have such luck? Please continue..
I’m not so sure if Cheryl coming into the picture at this point was a good thing for me really … I guess it sort of complicates matters further … haiz …
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andythai
well done bro, great that u are able to move on
I wasn’t as determined about moving on as I should be … read on, Bro …
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lexlee
Bro mike, you really a good writer,I like your story very much. Bravo!!!!
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keepbill
Continue story please~It’s real nice to read
Thanks Bros. The next part is coming up shortly …
I slept very little that night, reflecting on all the things that had happened in the past weeks. Over the weekend, I continued to struggle whether to call Hazel again. The resistance was much stronger this time. At the same time, I thought about Cheryl as well … about my attraction towards her and how I should keep it under control, before it got out of hand. I continued to be frustrated as I had no solution for both problems.
I had to attend a half-day seminar in the morning on the following Monday. On my way to the seminar, the egoistic side of me finally gave in to my emotional side and I texted Hazel …
Me: (text) I still love you … shall we meet to talk …
There was no reply from Hazel. Her silence worried me. I wasn’t paying any attention to the speakers at all. Checking my phone every now and then, I yearned to see a reply from her. I would jump whenever my phone buzzed. Then, just before lunch …
Hazel: (text) Give me some time, Mike …
These few words were like bullets shot straight through my heart. I stepped out of the room to call her. It seemed like forever before she picked up the call.
Hazel: Hey …
Me: Hey … Just like to know what you meant …
Hazel: (spoke very softly as she was in office apparently) I’m a bit confused now, Mike …
Me: You’re in love with him?
Hazel: I really don’t know what I am feeling now …
Me: Does this mean the end for us?
Hazel: … (silence) …
Me: (let out an audible sigh) Ok … I understand … I won’t force you … I’ll let you sort out your feelings …
I really didn’t have the mood to work that day and took urgent leave in the afternoon. But I didn’t have anywhere to go and I felt so pathetic. This time, I finally resolved to let Hazel go. I have to. But it was really painful … really, really painful … After all, we’ve been together for so many years, since our faithful business trip to Taiwan. I couldn’t just let her go overnight. It’s just not possible …
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When I stepped into office the following morning, there on top of my desk was a box of chocolate, with a note from Cheryl. The note read “Thanks Mike. You’re the nicest boss!”
There was a warm feeling in my chest again, which sort of lifted my spirits a bit, but at the same time a pang of guilt hit me for all the dirty thoughts I had of her.
Cheryl: Hey Mike … (startled me from my thoughts) … You free tonight? …
Cheryl popped over my cubicle and propped her boobs over the low partition. It was so difficult not to look. She was wearing a white halter top under her dark office jacket. The top had a rather low opening in the front that allowed her cleavage to play peek-a-boo. The outline of her white strapless bra could be made out under the thin fabric.
Me: (keeping my eyes focused on hers) I’ve got nothing at the moment … What’s up?
Cheryl: Nothing … Just hoped to buy you dinner … To thank you …
Me: It’s nothing lah … Don’t have to buy me dinner for that … (actually I was in no mood for dinner) … You’ve already thanked me with this … (I held the box up in my hand, and gave her an appreciative smile)
Cheryl: Wei … Do you know it’s very malu for a lady to be rejected leh … (she pouted)
Me: (I laughed at the unexpected retort) Ok then, if you insist … How’s your ankle?
Cheryl: Great! I insist … Ankle is much better now … Did what you told me and put ice on it … Still feels a bit stiff though …
Me: That’s normal … It’ll get better …
Cheryl: (she smiled sweetly) K … See you later then …
There was a skip in her steps as she walked away, her boobs bouncing.
Dinner with Cheryl was nice. I brought her to Pregos at Raffles City for some Italian food. We chatted over various things. And for once, I didn’t harbour sexual thoughts about her and, for a while, it took my mind off my unhappiness. We thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company. As the topics got more personal, Cheryl asked …
Cheryl: Haven’t heard you mentioning your family before … Are you married?
Me: Do I look like I should be married? … (I raised an eyebrow)
Cheryl: Oops (stuck out her cute little tongue) … No lah … You look young … But then you have a boyish face … And so?? (It was her turn to raise her eyebrow)
Me: (showed her my left hand) … No ring …
Cheryl: Girlfriend?
Me: No … (then I thought of Hazel) … No, I don’t … And I know what you’re thinking … I’m not gay, ok …
Cheryl: (laughed) I wasn’t thinking that … But since you mentioned … Hmm … I’ll have to verify that … (continued laughing)
I laughed along, but in my mind I was wondering what she meant by her last sentence … Hmm …
Me: How ‘bout you?
Cheryl: Boyfriend in US … studying …
My heart just sank on hearing that.
Me: Long distance … Not easy, ya?
Cheryl: Yea … It can get quite trying … He’s just so far away … And you know, sometimes I just need someone to … (she paused for a while) … be with … and he’s just not here …
Hmm … There she goes again … Is she hinting? … I really don’t know … But I didn’t want to presume, so I just tried to be casual about it and joked with her …
Me: Well, you can have my company if you don’t mind being seen with an old fart …
Cheryl: (chuckled) You can’t qualify as an old fart lah … ha ha … (I laughed along)
Maybe I was being level-headed, or perhaps I simply wasn’t in the mood, I didn’t make any advances on Cheryl that evening and I sent her home straight after dinner.
On reaching her block, Cheryl gave me a sweet smile before stepping out of the car.
Cheryl: Thanks for sending me back … Good night …
Me: Thanks for buying dinner.
Cheryl: No … I should thank you for your company … I had a nice evening … (She looked away and I thought I saw her blush)
Me: Text me when you reach home, K?
Cheryl: Hey … I’m not a kid leh …
Me: Just let me know you’re safely home … can?
Cheryl: Ok ok … So serious you … (she smiled and waved me goodbye)
5 minutes later …
Cheryl: (text) Reached home … Drive safely … See you tomorrow … Good night … : )
It brought a smile to my face …