It didn’t matter how I came to be in this situation, what mattered was I was in it: my female friend, Michelle, lying dead drunk on her bed, and I was in her room, drunk myself. We were part of a group of 2 males and 4 females, all friends, on a long weekend holiday trip to Bangkok. We were out, partying and drinking and stuff. Michelle got drunk soon and I was tasked to escort her back to the hotel; or did I volunteer? I was feeling pretty drunk myself and I remember wanting to leave while the rest carried on partying.
So there I was in Michelle’s hotel room, with her. I was staring at her. At her slender legs, to be precise. She was lying on her back, her legs slightly parted and bent at the knees over the edge of the bed. Michelle was wearing a sexy one-piece black sleeveless dress, always popular on the clubbing scene. The hemline was designed to end at mid thigh, with spaghetti straps, which now had moved over her shoulders, hanging limply at her upper arms. There was no bra strap; she had worn a black strapless one. The hemline had rode higher up her thigh when I helped her onto the bed, just barely an inch from her panties.
I moved my gaze up and down her body; she was an attractive woman. We had known each other for five years already but no sparks between us, though I fantasised about her on occasion. The alcohol was not helping me to think straight. I was conscious that the beginnings of an erection was stirring in my pants. Reflexively, I unzipped my pants and pulled down my boxers, thrusting my manhood into the cold air-conditioned room.
I switched off Michelle’s mobile phone, moved closer to her and knelt down in front of her legs. I fished out my mobile phone, put it to silent mode, turn on the flashlight and shone it up her dress. She was wearing a black T-back thong with lacy trim. My erection grew harder at the sight of this. I moved my face forward and smelled her. The smell was intoxicating, a mixture of faint detergent, perfume and her womanly smell. I put my hand to my penis and started masturbating. Perhaps it was the alcohol, the masturbation felt slightly numb. After a some minutes at it, I got up and lifted her dress higher, exposing her thong. I leaned over Michelle and stared at her stone cold face, my gaze moving down to her shapely breasts. I pulled the top of her dress further down, revealing her lacy sheer black bra and stared at her nipples.
I gingerly extended a finger and touched her left nipple through the sheer fabric. Michelle was oblivious to this. Emboldened, I cupped her breasts and massaged them; smooth, firm with the right amount of bounce. Michelle worked out at the gym regularly and the sensation of her beasts on my hands proved the effectiveness, and discipline, of her training regime.
I knelt on the bed and positioned my penis above her face, the feeling of getting away with this was incredibly high. Suddenly sanity returned and I got back on the floor. What the hell was I thinking? Last thing I want was to be accused of rape. My penis went soft slightly, before I spotted her luggage which was open on the floor. Curious, I went over to it and saw that her panties and bras lying on top of other belongings. She must have put taken them all out to choose the ones to wear for clubbing. My penis grew hard again. I took her bras and panties and sniffed them; I loved the smell of clean female underwear.
I took a pair of Michelle’s high cut panties, a yellow one with floral design, wrapped it around my penis and started masturbating again. I stood in front of Michelle, watching her drunken form, with her exposed panties and bra and wanked for a good 5 minutes before bursting forth in ecstasy. The effects of alcohol on my brain had worn off considerably now and I started cleaning up. But not before spreading my semen on her panties and bras, careful not to leave too much that it would leave any tell-tale signs. Satisfied, I adjusted Michelle’s dress and planted kissed on her nipples and face before leaving her room.
it was a good business trip. i went with my VP sales and mkt, Claire (a hot mature lady), on a biz trip to tokyo to try and close a big deal. the meeting went smooth and the prospect agreed to go with our company. hq in sg informed and info sent to relevant dept for follow up. claire and i had dinner with our jap clients to celebrate our future business relationship and had several rounds of sake. after dinner, we parted ways with our clients and went on to shop around downtown tokyo. we were flush with victory and tipsy from the sake consumed earlier. with this deal, we had exceeded our sales target with 8 more months to close of the financial year. the mood was unmistakably jubilant.
claire was in her late 30s, shoulder length wavy hair and in good shape. she also had a great sense of dress. her office wear was always smart and good fitting, earning envies from younger female colleagues/subordinates. she was also a top performer, making VP at her age, one of only a few to achieve this in the long history of the company. perhaps she achieved too much, which probably “frighten” men off as she was still single. i heard from other colleagues she had boyfriends in the past but none worked out to marriage.
she loved to wear skirts which accentuate her shapely body and a smart office top and jacket. as her right hand man for 4 years, i had many opportunities to admire her body. due to her b cup (and i think push up bra), the top 2 buttons of her blouse are often left undone, allowing many peek-a-boo chances at her bosom and brassiere. and i never fail to observe her VPL from her close fitting skirts. however, she is careful with her panties as her VPL are often faint. she is one sassy lady boss. i loved working for her.
imagine Claire with a face like this:
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once i had to go to her place to drop off an important document and pick up reference files for another project on a Sat afternoon. she was dressed in comfy cotton shorts and t-shirt and she looked so…. inviting…… i remembered i had an instant hard-on then. she lived in a duplex condo unit with a loft. i was invited in and i had a chance to glance around. spotted some lingerie hanging in the kitchen balcony but no chance to explore further. she was my boss afterall. i waited as she ascended the stairs to the loft where she had her home work desk. and i caught a glimpse like this:
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my nose could have bled right there and then but it didn’t and i tried to continue looking discreetly as she went up and came down with the reference files for me to bring back. as she came down the stairs, her breasts bounced softly. i was trying really hard to rein in my small head. as she passed the files to me, i asked if i could use the toilet as i had a slight diarrhoea going on and she pointed me towards the kitchen. i quickly made my way there, closed the door and pulled down my pants to release my “angry bird”. unfortunately, there isn’t any lingerie around in the toilet to fuel my fantasy and i just had to recall what i saw earlier and started wanking fast and furious. in a short while, i ejeculated, releasing all the pent up pressure. i cleaned up, flushed the toilet and went off with the files.
back to the evening in downtown tokyo, window shopping. we were both tipsy from sake. we passed by a lingerie store where the mannequins were dressed in sexy lingerie. laughing to herself, claire asked me “what do u think of these?” being a pragmatic person, i looked at the price tag and exclaimed, “wah, quite expensive for such small pieces of fabric leh. i can buy clothes with much more fabric at those prices!” i jabbed in the air towards the display.
that seemed to trigger even more laughter from claire and she bent over double holding her stomach, offering me a view of her down blouse, spotting her purple bra.
“what’s so funny?” i asked, amused by her strong reaction.“it’s true what!”
claire giggled coquettishly and replied “u men know nothing abt lingerie. come, i will show u the finer point of lingerie fashion.” as she pulled my arm and walked into the lingerie store. she then took a piece of panties and began explaining to me the intricateness of the the design and the quality of the material. the very situation of my hot female boss explaining sexy lingerie to me quickly cleared the alcohol away from my head, and my small head started stirring. claire was in a very happy mood as she brought me around the shop to look at the range of lingerie. i was beginning to feel a bit embarassed but aroused at the same time by the many opportunities to catch claire’s downblouse as she lean over to pick up various pieces of lingerie to “educate” me.
just as i was lost in fantasising about her, she suddenly asked “well, what do u think?” i snapped out of my daydreaming and “well, all that is very good but the prices are still expensive.” claire sniggered again and pointed to one set of sexy matching bra and panty set, like this one:
“what u mean?” i asked.
“well, nice or not? sexy?” claire enquired, while looking over the set and feeling it with her hands.
“u dare to wear meh?”
“why not? i keep my figure well” claire shot back unabashedly.
“u dare to wear, i buy it for u” i jested with her.
“on! u cannot go back on your word!”
omg, that’s a pricey set i tot to myself. i quickly recovered and said, “on, but u must wear for me to see, u on for it?”
“ON!“claire replied without hesitation. in my head, alarm bells were ringing off. i tot i had gone too far with my boss but she’s quite the sport. in line with her high achiever character i supposed.
i sort of “solemnly” paid for the set at the cashier. that’s a good chunk of my salary there, but if i can see my hot boss in this lingerie set, i suppose i still gain. then again, i probably have to look for another job soon, because the working relationship dynamics could changed irrevocably.
claire took the package from the cashier staff and we went off back to our hotel. along the way, claire spotted an alcoholic drink she liked and went into the store. I looked at the drink she picked.
“wah, 20% alcohol leh, what kind of drink is this, quite strong.” i quipped.
“it’s nothing. i used to drink this regularly in the past before the shop stopped selling it. it;’s not popular in singapore.” claire informed me. claire drank along the walk back and finished the bottle (abt 330ml sized) when we reached the hotel. her gait was slightly unsteady now as the sake and this alcoholic drink mixed around in her body.
i helped her to her room and went back to my own room on the same floor. i slumped on the bed and looked at the receipt from the lingerie store. shit, quarter of a month’s salary. bloody expensive. i hoped she wears it everyday for the rest of her life! i thought. i closed my eyes and imagined claire wearing the bra and panty. just as i was fantasising, the phone in my room rang, making me jump.
“must be the stupid front desk asking if want morning call or not” i tot. to my surprise, it was claire. “hey, come over to my room now.” she said and hung up. what the heck does she want?
i went over reluctantly and knocked on her door. she opened it and i was shocked to see her wearing the bra and panty set! “well, i told u i can carry this off.” claire said when she saw my expression. “not bad right?” she asked rhetorically as she went back into the room, leaving the door open. i quickly followed and shut the door. i didn;t want the other guests passing by the corridor to see my boss like this.
claire walked to her bed and then fell on it heavily, and then she was unconscious.
" hey claire, u ok?” i asked. i went over to her bed. i can see her chest rising and falling, so it;s not like she was in need of medical attention. i was relieved. “claire?” i called out to her again. no response. i kicked her leg light with my foot. still nothing. i tickled her sole. not the slightest stir. she;s totally out.
i stared at claire clothed only in the lingerie set i bought her, sprawled out on her bed. i wanted to ravish her there and then. but i controlled myself. she;s my boss. f*cking her when she;s out drunk would kill my career without a doubt.
i sat down on a nearby chair and pondered what to do.
after five minutes, i walked to over to her, unzipped and removed my pants, revealing a bulge in my underwear. my “angry bird” was in action again, standing upright, firm and throbbing slightly, the veins protruding on the sides. i started masturbating myself, moving my hand slowly back and forth as my mind erupted in fantasies and danger warnings.
but i decided, fun should be had in a risk controlled manner. i dun want to risk my career and i would like to continue working under claire. i moved my hand faster, furiously rubbing against my penis glands with a firm grip, all the while watching claire in her bra and panty set in her drunken stupor. when it come close to ejaculation, i moved closer to claire’s torso and cummed onto her body. like this:
i panted after my labour, looking at my semen on her body, as though i had “marked out” my property like a dog pissing on some lamp post. i rested for a while before cleaning off my semen off claire’s torso. i left her there on her bed as is, and went back quietly to my room.
there would be future biz trips where i could plan more “activities” with claire……..
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Originally Posted by
stealthraider
It didn’t matter how I came to be in this situation, what mattered was I was in it: my female friend, Michelle, lying dead drunk on her bed, and I was in her room, drunk myself. We were part of a group of 2 males and 4 females, all friends, on a long weekend holiday trip to Bangkok. We were out, partying and drinking and stuff. Michelle got drunk soon and I was tasked to escort her back to the hotel; or did I volunteer? I was feeling pretty drunk myself and I remember wanting to leave while the rest carried on partying.
So there I was in Michelle’s hotel room, with her. I was staring at her. At her slender legs, to be precise. She was lying on her back, her legs slightly parted and bent at the knees over the edge of the bed. Michelle was wearing a sexy one-piece black sleeveless dress, always popular on the clubbing scene. The hemline was designed to end at mid thigh, with spaghetti straps, which now had moved over her shoulders, hanging limply at her upper arms. There was no bra strap; she had worn a black strapless one. The hemline had rode higher up her thigh when I helped her onto the bed, just barely an inch from her panties.
I moved my gaze up and down her body; she was an attractive woman. We had known each other for five years already but no sparks between us, though I fantasised about her on occasion. The alcohol was not helping me to think straight. I was conscious that the beginnings of an erection was stirring in my pants. Reflexively, I unzipped my pants and pulled down my boxers, thrusting my manhood into the cold air-conditioned room.
I switched off Michelle’s mobile phone, moved closer to her and knelt down in front of her legs. I fished out my mobile phone, put it to silent mode, turn on the flashlight and shone it up her dress. She was wearing a black T-back thong with lacy trim. My erection grew harder at the sight of this. I moved my face forward and smelled her. The smell was intoxicating, a mixture of faint detergent, perfume and her womanly smell. I put my hand to my penis and started masturbating. Perhaps it was the alcohol, the masturbation felt slightly numb. After a some minutes at it, I got up and lifted her dress higher, exposing her thong. I leaned over Michelle and stared at her stone cold face, my gaze moving down to her shapely breasts. I pulled the top of her dress further down, revealing her lacy sheer black bra and stared at her nipples.
I gingerly extended a finger and touched her left nipple through the sheer fabric. Michelle was oblivious to this. Emboldened, I cupped her breasts and massaged them; smooth, firm with the right amount of bounce. Michelle worked out at the gym regularly and the sensation of her beasts on my hands proved the effectiveness, and discipline, of her training regime.
I knelt on the bed and positioned my penis above her face, the feeling of getting away with this was incredibly high. Suddenly sanity returned and I got back on the floor. What the hell was I thinking? Last thing I want was to be accused of rape. My penis went soft slightly, before I spotted her luggage which was open on the floor. Curious, I went over to it and saw that her panties and bras lying on top of other belongings. She must have put taken them all out to choose the ones to wear for clubbing. My penis grew hard again. I took her bras and panties and sniffed them; I loved the smell of clean female underwear.
I took a pair of Michelle’s high cut panties, a yellow one with floral design, wrapped it around my penis and started masturbating again. I stood in front of Michelle, watching her drunken form, with her exposed panties and bra and wanked for a good 5 minutes before bursting forth in ecstasy. The effects of alcohol on my brain had worn off considerably now and I started cleaning up. But not before spreading my semen on her panties and bras, careful not to leave too much that it would leave any tell-tale signs. Satisfied, I adjusted Michelle’s dress and planted kissed on her nipples and face before leaving her room.
Brother this is wild. You left semen on her clothing? When she woke up she could have accused you of rape.
this is all fictional accounts. real life i no guts to do this kind of thing for fear of changi chalet.
more stories illustrated with pics from jap websites….
Cheryl is a sweet looking colleague in my sales & marketing dept. She is friendly and has a bright disposition. She also like to wear tight skirts (revealing her VPL) and sometimes her tops are loose, allowing for downblouse peeks.In her early thirties, she is still single and has an air of attractive maturity around her. i took note of her from first day of work when i was introduced as the a new channel sales manager. as she was the marketing manager, i had plenty of opportunities to work with her targeting key clients and getting new accounts. we got along well.
every day, she would wear skirts like this
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which showed off her legs and accentuate the curves on her tight butt. One day, she even wore this fabulous skirt to office
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which is only mid-thigh. She’s giving me hard-on everyday and needless to say, i look forward to work daily.
On one dress down Friday, she wore a sleeveless top which showed off her smooth complexion. when we went out for lunch, i caught a glimpse of her downblouse
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when going for meetings together, i love to walk behind her. in addition to appearing gentlemanly, i get to admire her sexy derriere
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and VPL like this
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and this
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how much stimulation can a guy withstand? i would wank at once a day at work to ease the pressure and to get my mind off Cheryl. When i see her downblouse like this at work
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i would wank off again.
one day, there was a big regional contract which, if we won it, would absolutely meant promotions for both of us. naturally, we were both elated to work together on this BIG one, with our camaraderie. we flew to Tokyo to meet the ang moh EVP of the client during the final stage of the negotiations. this was the moment, do-or-die. if the evp endorsed our company, the contract is as good as sealed.
i remember walking down the street to the client’s office. it was a clear sunny afternoon and i was walking behind her
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as she has visited the office before. i got plenty of opportunities to admire her butt, VPL and shapely legs, especially when going up a flight of stairs
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I could make out her lacy panties underneath
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i almost went crazy at a traffic light waiting to cross the street
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but i told myself i must control myself and focus on the contract.
The presentation and negotiation went well. the evp endorsed us!!! leaving the office, we excitedly text back to SG HQ to inform our colleagues of the good news. we went back to the hotel and changed into more comfy clothes for a dinner celebration with the client. Rachel changed into a semi-formal charcoal skirt with a black top. i love the view from the rear as we discussed dinner plans in her room
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i waited for her as she went to the washroom before we leave the hotel together. i quickly used the opportunity to switch my spare key card with hers, which she kept always placed in the detector-holder by the door. she came out and we left.
after a great dinner, we went back to our hotel. my room was next to rachel’s. as she fumbled with the card key from her alcohol high, i offered to help her find her card and assisted her in. inside her room, i looked into her eyes and saw a slight twinkle in her eye, a look of longing. perhaps the alcohol removed our inhibitions. i held her in my arm and kissed her gently on her check. she reciprocated by throwing her arms around my neck and jumping up onto my body, her strong legs clasping my waist. the moment i had fantasised for the longest time is here.
we took off our clothes and had passionate sex. i controlled my climax and focussed on satisfying her
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she was ecstatic. it was difficult to withhold my ejeculation but i tried as best as i could. Rachel moaned softly as her back arched during her climax. i finally had to ejeculate. spotting her sexy lacy panties on the floor, i quickly withdrew and shot onto her panties, wrapping it around my throbbing penis.
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we both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. shortly, she fell asleep but i did not. the excitement of bedding Rachel kept me awake. after 30 min, i went to the washroom to wash up. while there, i saw another of Rachel’s lacy panties in the bathroom. i couldn’t help but be aroused again. my penis erected and i was renewed with vigor. i took her panties and masturbated with it, prolonging the ejeculation jut as i was about to cum. finally, after 10 minutes i came.
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i couldn’t take the physical exertion anymore and put on my clothes and went back to my room where i slept like a log until the next morning.