The episode that I’m about to share is true. Parties name may be altered to maintain confidentiality and to protect the person in the narration.
It all happened some 4year ago when I was working in this MNC in Singapore. As I was in the marketing research team, I got many chances of dealing with the marketing people in my company. And boy oh boy, you know how these marketing folks will flaunt their fashion sense and dress to kill, thee thus gave me somewhat many opportunities to catch glimpse of some downblouse and not to mention, many VPLs of these ladies wearing tight skirts and pants.
As I’m a quiet guy and am not those highly sociable kind, I of course would not attract much of their attention and moreover I’m not a fashionable guy nor some handsome hunk.
All these was about to changed when there came a transfer staff from Korea whom was engaged by my department as a relationship manager between the marketers and us analyst. Let’s just call her Jun since she came to work in Singapore in June period.
June is not a tall lady, standing at only 162cm, but she surely has a nice figure. She is endowed with a nice B+ cupper and a slim waistline of 27. She does not have big eyes though, but her overall features does make her pleasant looking-then I was guessing that as for most Korean, plastic surgery might have given her the overall appealing looks.
Lengthy for my introductory start and hope you bro can forgive me. Do up my points and give me some signals for me to continue if you would like to know. I’m using iPhone to type the story so do forgive me for being slow at times.
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I thought the title was linked to some scandals between the … you know who. Haha. Anyway pls continue.
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Part 2 :
As promised…
Jun was a lonely lady speaking not fluently in English with a strong accent and in a foreign land. She was kinda lost in our office environment despite her having worked in our company in Korea, culture n practice wise, differences existed.
Most of the time I see her eating alone in the pantry n sitting in their during lunch break. She do not seem to mind that but somehow I see a lonesome face on her. She was very quiet all these while in the team and many people were speculating that she is stuck up and such. Poor child she is in a foreign land n yet have to withstand all these gossips about her.
As I was a quiet and reserve person by nature, I did not think about getting myself too involve in it too. Somewhat the Man up there must be testing me or either that the guy down there is trying to tempt me..
One fine day, Jun came up to me and highlighted a analytic report that I submitted to the marketers that is incorrect. She was having a difficult time trying to tell me what was not right despite that I was providing the data as per the spec sheet. Then after some moments of her explanation I sort of got her and I agree to re-run it. She then commented to me that she is so stupid and can’t get thing right causing herself to get a tongue lashing from the marketers.
This I was not pleased and told her its not her fault since the marketer did sign on the request form after Jun wrote it out. The protective instinct of a alpha male then surfaced within me and I told her I’ll speak to the marketer for her so that she can stop blaming herself.
She was reluctant at first to my offer, but since I insisted she could do nothing about it. She smiled at me then and to me somewhat the smile was simply beautiful. In fact this is the first time where I’ve seen her smile, maybe even the whole office would have attested that that was indeed the first time she is seen smiling.
I spoke to the marketer on the issue and it was resolved in a short time, earning Jun an apology from the bitchy marketer in the end.
The whole was then about to change from that very moment onwards….
Stay tuned for Part 3, and really appreciate bro whom up me and shown me the support to write on.
Part 3 :
Events change, life changing…
Soon, the relation between Jun n me changed. We begin to chat and I begin to see more of her smiling. On a very few occasions, I even got a chance to eat my lunch together in the pantry. Each of these opportunities allowed me to get to know her better. In fact I got to know that she is in fact married but husband works in Indonesia n so she requested for a posting to Singapore to enable her to meet her husband more frequently.
But what I did not know was soon turning to be the cause of the “Foreign Affairs”….
***bro who up me, I thanks you very much, but I got a zap as well. I’m being moderated so the post is coming in really slow even if I submit. Hope you bro out there would be patient***
Part 4 :
Jun had been in Singapore for 5mths+, and I am kinda of only friend in the office, the rest were just more colleagues than friends. I was keeping my distance since knowing she’s married and wanted to avoid any possible scandals in the office. Then came a day where she told me over lunch that it was her birthday that day. Of course I wished her and ask her what’s her plan. She told me that she would be going to Indonesia for the weekend to visit her husband and spend the weekend there. Knowing that day was her birthday, I offered to buy her a simple dinner after work n show her around Singapore since she did say before that most of her weekends are spent at home watching tv n relaxing. To my offer she readily agreed. We then arrange to meet at my car in the building carpark after work that day.
At work all was back to normal after lunch and we meet at 630pm as agreed.
She was striding towards me at the carpark with her ever sweet smile. In my mind, I was admiring her and thinking her husband to be a lucky chap having a petite and sweet looking demure wife and was wondering if her husband was enjoying her in bed equally… I was in deep thoughts when she reach me and gave a “hey what you thinking about?” that woke me up from thoughts.
I smile and replied her with my usual “nothing la, maybe about some analytic numbers la” just to brush off the question.
We got into my car am we drove to our intended place in Clarke Quay where I promised her a treat at HOOTERS - you guys should know that the waitress there are dressed in tank top and tight FBTs right. Well she chose there cos she was curious about that place when she was in Korea and wanted to see why that place draws so much attentions.
While on our way there, we were chatting as usual and my mind did sway occasionally thinking about how nice she would be in bed, and here I am with her for dinner on her birthday and kinda of like being her husband for the day. Well… Sigh… It was only a thought.
Dinner was served where we had the platter and beer to go along. Seems like Korean n Japanese ladies do enjoy the occasional beer more than Singaporean. Over dinner, we were joking n talking on the usual casual topics and once a while, joke about those sexy waitresses where some of them are kinda out of shape with tummy n kinda chubby. Haha… Mainly Minahs and Pinoys la. When we are talking about those waitresses, she would always lean closer to me to whisper to avoid being overheard and it was those moments that I get a whiff of her scent-sweet and womanly. I wonder how come I’ve never smell it during lunch? Maybe it’s the beer effect? Maybe it’s the atmosphere where hormones get a little into overdrive mode.
After dinner, we went for a stroll about there and she was delighted about the place, then we came to the Bungee thingy at Clarke Quay and she was fascinated with that and was rather keen to try it as she say in Korea her husband would forbid as he has blood pressure problem and is not advisable to do those thrill ride stuff. I readily agree to accompany her if she is keen when I say the childlike eagerness on her face. Well we paid for it and went for it-can’t recall the name of the ride but it was the one that looks like a ball and u were swing up one.
When in our seats, she was so excited and nervous that she kept giggling and holding my elbow and it was that moment where we were so close I can feel the occasional brush of her blouse or breast over my hand. It was kinda turn on for me, but what can I do but endure.
I can’t recall what we talk but when the cell/seat where we were in was catapulted, thats the moment where screams n tight hands holding happens and it was like feeling I’m some sort of her boyfriend or husband or lover, where I can really feel her being so close to me, was hoping the moment would last longer but sadly was only for a few minutes.
We got off the ride, but the hand holding and the giggling from her did not end from the thrill ride as we walk down the stairs.
Somehow, she kept holding my hand and we walk like a couple for a short distance till she realized it and she then pulled her hands away and applogise. I told her its ok and we walked on.
She mentioned to me that in the ride, she saw a glimpse of a nice looking park opposite of Clarke Quay. She was referring to Fort Canning park of course and we decided to talk a walk there instead.
While in the park, we found a bench and sat down and chatted. I do not knowing what gotten into me but I uttered the word “your husband is a lucky man”. This caught her off guard and there was silence between us then. Suddenly she started to sniff n I knew in the instant that she was crying.. I asked her what happened?
To my surprise she then started pouring out her secrets to me…her husband was then having an affair in Korea so he went off to Indonesia to work so as to be with the lady whom is a colleague of his as well. She said that he was not aware that she knew it all along from her husband colleagues but she just chose to act ignorant cos she do not want a divorce. She also reveal that since her husband started his affair, he has not been close and intimate with her and in many occasion even abused her by slapping her or pushing her violently. She started to cry more as she narrated on. I stopped her and tell her she have me to talk to and not to think of all those sad stuffs. I was not intending to take advantage of the situation but I held her close and lend her my shoulder. This was the moment, where I can feel her shuddering body against mine and I can smell her so close- the sweet and womanly scent.
Part 5 :
The sweet womanly scent filled my nostril and the shuddering body against mine was sending shivers down me. As I have no experience with a colleague before, I was scared and I was nervous. I felt that I shouldn’t take advantage of a emotionally weak lady and yet I wanted to feel her more. I started to gently stroke on her hair and down her back to calm her, and as I was doing so, inadvertently holding her closer to myself, and holding her tighter than ever.
I felt the shuddering slowed and the sniffs quieten, I took a look down on her and saw her holding me round my waist and calmly looking at my chest with blankly deep in some thoughts and in her own world. I don’t want to disturb her and I wanted that moment to last, somehow she was able to read my mind. She glanced upward at me and gave me a weak gentle appreciative smile, and yet didn’t loosens her hold around my waist. I smiled back at her, and moved my fingers towards her eyes and gently uses my thumb to wipe away the tears on her lid. She did not resist nor did she shy away. All these while I was breathing heavily and my heart beat going fast, Suddenly the silence was broken when she asked “are you nervous? I can hear your heart beating so fast, and it’s so calming to me”. My mouth was dry with anxiety not knowing how to response and the most stupid words came blurting out “arhmmm, not nervous la, just my heart beat very fast one.” she laughed at my response and making me feel so stupid, and she returned my stupidity with a tight hug and released it and stood up to straighten her hair and blouse, and sat back down. I was like SHIT! It’s over?? But suddenly she hold me again in the same position and say “I feel so comfortable having someone to hold when I’m down, someone to lend his chest instead of shoulder to cry on”. This time round I was more conscious and so I replied “you have me to offer them to you whenever you need it”. She looked up and she smiled and there was then again the silence, but the scent lingers on….
Almost an hour of silence I guess and she whisper that we should be heading back home. I agreed as it was almost 11pm already, we stood up and she say to me “thank you” and gave me a gentle bow to show her appreciation n turn around and walked a few steps ahead. I saw her back from where I stood and admired her back for a moment. Wondering what she wear underneath those always well covered blouse and those knee length skirt-so conservative and yet so attractive. She woke me from my thoughts asking me “you don’t want to go home?” and she took the few steps back and held onto my elbow and lead me to walk on. I felt the gently brushing of her bossom (B Cup) against my elbow and it felt so good.
We walk back to my car in that way, and I volunteered to send her home despite not knowing where she stay exactly…luckily for me, she was in the north east area and a slight detour only from my place.
In the car, all was silence except for the soft music played on the car stereo till we reach her house. She waved on to the security guard and the barrier was raised. Reaching her block, she sat there and stared a moment at me and she moved over and peck me on my cheek. I was kinda taken aback at first and somehow I regain my composure and return her a gentle peek too. We stared at each other for a moment, and I do not know what pushes me, but I leaned forward then and planted a kiss on her lips instead. Nervous I was and not expecting a response at first but I was all wrong… She parted her lips for me and when our lips touch, I felt her warm moist tongue onto my lips and we were soon engaged in some tongue playing on each others lips…. And soon it evolved into a warm and sweet French kissing session hugging onto each other with the gear shift in between us…..
** hope bro can comment so that I can write better. Do bear in mind this is a true event and that’s why I want to be most detailed so that you all can know how it built up to be a “foreign affair” . Do up me if you are enjoying what is narrated here so far as encouragement, if I fall back into negative the posting would be moderated again. So hope bro, don’t zap me, but comment openly to me instead to help me improve ***
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bro u are doing our country proud
Thank bro, not so patriotic la. I’m just sharing only.
Glad that you enjoy reading so far.
Maybe a bit long winded though.. 😊
Part 6 :
The kiss in the car was warm n passionate, wet n wild with tongue lashing at each other’s. Hands running the back of each other’s head to hold each other closer. Stopping only momentarily to catch a breather and then start over again. It went on for a few tenths of minutes, and suddenly she pulled back staring at me. I was panting but I was in a daze like Jun was and not sure what will be next. Then the sound of our deep breathing was broken when she say “why not park your car and come up to my apartment?” - by the way, she stay in a rented studio apartment paid by the company cos of her overseas posting allowance so she gets a stay alone.
I was hesitant at first, giving her a blank stare, then I sat back, drove my car about the bends and towards the carpark lots. Head in instead of my usual back in, I parked my car in a whiff!
We got out of the car and walked eagerly towards the elevator, entered it and hastily press her floor. In the short ride up all was silence looking at our own reflections in the lift door. Reaching her floor, we walked quietly but hurriedly towards her unit with her leading the way. The door was opened by her in a hurried n fumbly manner….
Once inside, I closed the main door and the passionate kissing started all over automatically without any signal from each other. We were kissing like long lost lovers meeting after a long separation eagerly seeking each other out. Out tongue explored the faces and hands holding the back of the heads and back of the body urging each other closer. All these while standing behind the door and her slightly tip toeing just to meet my height.
I was aroused with the bodily heat and passionate contacts of our torsos and the hands begin to move further down to her butts, all these still with our clothes on….
The heavy breathing was obvious but was ignored by us both….
*** bro, it’s been a lot of writing today, gotta keep you all in suspense for a while, do look out for the next part. Do up me if you are enjoying what am writing now… Thanks in advance to all the supportive bros out there. I may not know you but your reading and support is a friendship that is good****