And so it was standard operating procedure (SOP) that Vicky and I will get together to either have a meal or a drink before either of us flies off on a biz trip. And that’s probably a ‘couple thing’ to do. She coined that term.
Sometimes we would skip this when timing and the busy schedules don’t allow us to do so. But we would just have a chat on the phone before flying off.
One of the best ground rules that I agreed with Vicky was that we don’t have to and don’t want to feel the obligation to call each other when we are away on biz trips. I was completely ok with that. I hate stalker girlfriends anyway. And Vicky shared with me that she had a prior Stalker ex-BF when she was working in Indonesia who would call her when she was away and she felt very annoyed and felt tethered. Thats why she moved away and relocated to Sillypore from JKT. That was before she and I got together. Well.. too bad his loss, my gain.
My mind was all distracted with the coming trip and the multiple presentations that I need to juggle with, plus the biggest factor of Ingrid coming as well. And dinner with Vicky was completely a disaster.
She was mad at me. We didn’t chat at all. She said I was like lost in my own world and that I should not have arrange to have dinner if she was gonna talk to a brick wall. Fuck me.. it was my fault.
Maybe it was the guilt pangs in me on the coming sexcapade I was committing in Japan. Maybe I was guilty of the pleasures I was going to be enjoying. Ingrid fucking sucking, licking me. And me fucking, sucking, licking Ingrid and shooting my motherload of sperms into her. I just couldn’t get that off my mind. I was like a kid just before christmas knowing that I will be getting plenty of toys I was expecting.
I should have just not planned for dinner. It would have been better that way. Now I leaving for Tokyo with a pissed off Vicky.
Fellow Bros, who experience this sort of episode (whether with your GF or your wife) you would understood how I felt at that time yes?
To be cont’d….
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Originally Posted by
silkypussy
My Dear Maxpee88
Its not Silkpussy. It is Silkypussy. You missed the “y” .
BTW, thank you. I must say, your story telling is masterful. I am completely sucked into your world. Some one in your other thread said he spent the entire day reading your older posts just so he could get up to speed on Ingrid.
I guess that speaks volumes of your story telling.
Hmmm… would be great if all of us gathered around a campfire and you telling us stories. I am sure that will be an enjoyable fun.
And now being the woman in me, QUICK! GET ON WITH THE STORY TELLING!!!!
Ya ya ya … OK OK… I am getting on with the story telling…
patience is virtue you know.
I still remembered. We drove back from Holland V and that short 10minute drive was more like 1 hour in total silence in the car.
It was uncomfortable and nothing I could do to lift and change Vicky’s mood. Boy she sure was pissed. I had expected that I would sleep over (my stuff were in the car) but I kena sai that evening.
We arrived finally at Vicky’s condo. Instead of going down to the B1 carpark, I drove around to her tower lobby. She was not surprised. As she was about to get off, I reached across and touched her arm and she sat back down.
Me: Hey Vicky, let’s chat for awhile
Vicky : Oh… so you are now in the mood for a chat?
(I hate it when she gets sarcastic. She can lay it on thick and rough. So I had to eat humble pie)
Me : Vicky, please let me apologise and let me say that I am sincerely sorry about tonight and that I have been a completely dickhead.
(yep guys, that’s how I handled it. I sucked it up and offered my face for a smacker)
Me: Vicky, this biz trip is really stressful and I know its not an excuse and that I should not have asked you to dinner if i know my company would be zombie-like.
Vicky just sat there with crossed arms across her breasts. I can’t help but got distracted with her deep valley cleavage heaving up and down. No doubt Vicky was mad and she was breathing deeply. (See la… KNN…. at this moment still thinking of breasts …bey tahan)
She was not looking at me. She was staring out into the windscreen lost in her thoughts and definitely fuming mad over the spoilt dinner date that I singlehandedly fucked up !
I gently stroke her arms, but she shifted away from my touch and she looked at me with her big brown eyes. Those same beautiful eyes that I see dilated when Vicky cums hard. The same eyes that would rolled over when she cums deeply. Those same big brown eyes looking at me when Vicky licks and sucks my dick shaft. I shifted my gaze and looked down and saw her purse lips. Man, she was mad. I had better say something to appease her. But knowing Vicky, that will not work.
For a moment my confidence was completely shaken. Before I could open my mouth Vicky said :
" Look Max, you jolly well know I hate dinners like that. If you are busy, and so caught up with work, it will have been perfectly fine if we dont see other at all and at least I can make other plans. Gosh, I hated that dinner. I lost my appetite and its your fucking fault Max. You just spoilt my evening and possibly the whole week. i am so mad at you Max, you better believe I am not kidding you Max, I am SO COMPLETELY MAD AT YOU. "
Well guys, you wanna date ang mo girls right? Well be prepared to get this no nonsense DIRECT talk from them when they are upset. You gotta have take the verbal assault too.
Vicky leaned forward and slapped the dashboard with a smack : You men just don’t get it !
She shook her head and look down at her manicured fingers and again she took a deep breath.
I watched in awe at her boobs rising and falling slowly in sync with her deep breathing. She was angry indeed. Her cleavage was also moving. Even in a situation like this, I am imagining my dick between her cleavage. My dick clasped between her creamy breasts.
Yep for sure, no kidding. My mental state of mind is like that lor. Guys you don’t laugh at me. you know its true. We men just think of sex sex sex….
Me : I know I can’t undo this evening babe. And I am truly sorry. But you are absolutely right. I was a dick and I should have called off dinner. But Vicky, I wanted to see you and you know that’s just my way.. in my small way.. to show you I care about you..
(Well that was my Ace card, Joker card line liao.. I hoped Vicky would accept it. My fingers were crossed, my balls were even crossed as well.. hell if I had long tits they would be crossed too)
As I said that, I touched her right arm and this time she allowed me. I lifted her hand and kissed them gently and looked at her : I am sorry babe.
Vicky used her left hand and stroked my hair as I leaned over and kissed her on her cheek and then her lips. Suddenly it was all good.
Vicky : Ok.. you better go. I am going up and do my laundry.
Me : Ok. Sweetie. I will see you when i get back ok?
Vicky closed the door and she walked straight into the lobby without looking back. I slowly drove off. At least she accepted my apology and she wasnt that mad, but still mad at me. No doubt the intensity of being angry wasn’t that bad now. I heaved a mental relieve and continued to drive off.
I drove past the security guard house and as soon as I turned off to the main road and hit a red light. I dialed Ingrid’s number….
TO BE CONT’d
Ingrid’s phone rang till, but no answer. I redialed as I drove my way home. Still no answer. I gave it a 3rd try and hung up after getting the same no answer status.
I got back to my apartment, pulled out the bag and my stuff. I originally had planned to stay over and have the taxi pick me up to the airport at Vicky’s.
I got back up to my apartment and started to repack my clothes, and planning out my work schedule for the days and also to writing a list of food places and pubs to take Ingrid to. I was getting excited. As usual, I would take close to 45 minutes to pack my shit together and then I headed off to shower.
I got off the shower and check my phone and no missed calls from Vicky or even Ingrid. I was hoping Ingrid won’t chicken out at the last minute that she was not answering my calls because of this reason.
I cannot be so sway right? I checked my email one last time before got into my bed. I was like almost falling into sleep when the phone rang. I jumped and pick it up and saw that it was Vicky calling.
Me : Hello babe!
Vicky : Hi there.. You all packed?
Me : Ya..just done I was about to sleep.
Beep! A tone sounded off and I lifted off my phone and saw the call waiting and the name was IVH. It was Ingrid calling back. I used IVH as the initials for Ingrid’s full name. But I can’t pick the call. So I ignored it.
Vicky : Max, you have an incoming call, arent you going to pick it?
Me : No, its ok I will call them back whoever it is
(I of course pretended)
Vicky : No take the call, it might be urgent at this hour
Me, thinking quickly hastily replied
Me : Nah… its probably the taxi company calling back to confirm my pickup because I had planned for them to pick me at your place since I was planning to stay over.
Vicky : Listen max, I wanted to say I am sorry for being difficult and acting that way just now. ol sweetie?
I smiled. Gosh, thats my Vicky. She is sweet and no matter how angry I make her, she would, YES, she would say it all right to my face, but thats her. After she gets it off her chest, its all good. I love my Vicky and i am a bastard for fucking her lesbo friend behind her back. Yes yes, me super bastard. But then again, fellow bros. if you were me, would you do any differently? Mai Kay Kay (dont act bluff)
Me: Ya sure babe. Its my fault anyway. And I am glad you called back. Cos it made me feel better Vicky. I love you
Vicky: I love you too babe. Listen I know its getting late, you best be getting some sleep. Have a safe trip and I will see you when you get back.
Me : Love you too sweetie.. and I better call back the cab company to reset my pick up point.
I made a quick call to the taxi company and re-arrange my pick up at my own place instead of at Vickys.
I hung up and quickly dialled the missed call from Ingrid. When Ingrid picked up before I could even say hello ….
Ingrid : Hey !!!! Whats’ up? 3 missed calls from you… must be super urgent.
You chicken out and want me to not fly ya?
Me flusttered : No no no no… I was getting excited really. I thought I’d call to check if all is ok and you got all the info you needed to get you to the hotel when you arrive.
Ingrid : Yes Max, I am not a baby. I got it. Thanks. Sorry I missed your call. I was at the salon.
Max : huh? doing your hair? Its just a short trip Ingrid. (I teased her)
Ingrid : No silly, I was getting a wax job.
My mind raced up and I realized Ingrid like most ang mo girls usually go get a bikini wax and even more so now that her period was just over. Man, i was going to look forward to a nice bald shaven clean pink pussy for me to eat suck and fuck ! I felt so LUCKY that moment in time, i was smiling from ear to ear. And in fact, my cock was all hard. All hard, because tonight would have been spent fucking Vicky, but I fucked up at dinner and now I am spending the evening by myself and my cock not having to spit out its army for sperms. What a wasted hard on.
Me: hey, Ingrid, you wanna sleep over? I can give you my apartment keys and you can lock up and pass me back the keys when I see you Tokyo.
Ingrid : wha… you joking yes max? Its late max.
Me : i am all horny now that you said you just had a wax job.
Ingrid : Max, YES I JUST HAD A WAX JOB, but its a little sore down there. I mean my skin, and I dont think i am in the mood for any activity tonight, if all you have on your mind is just sex.
I felt being reprimanded by a school teacher for bad behaviour. There again, my cock head made me sound like a fucking desperate sex starved guy. I better handle myself coolly or otherwise I might royally fuck up this arrangement with Ingrid and scare her off.
So again, there you go… insights to having relationships with Ang Mo girls, they say whats on their mind to you and they are not afraid to say what it is , what it is, to you. You know what I mean?
TO BE CONT’d
And so Ingrid and I just quickly talked over the logistics and plans on her arrival on Thursday. And she was pretty comfortable with the arrangements I made.
Fast forward to Tokyo. On wednesday the minute I arrived, I got the office people to meet me at the hotel so that I didn’t have to waste precious time and can finish my commitments and meetings so that I can get off work and spend time with Ingrid. In my mind, all I wanted to was to maximize this golden opportunity with Ingrid.
My jap office team was probably thinking I overdosed on RedBull or something, because I was non stop working with them, until one of them politely asked me if it was ok to continue discussion over dinner. I looked at my watch saw it was already almost 8pm. I felt so bad and apologise to my hosts and we walked to dinner at Shinjuku. It was one of those expensive places the japanese employees will find the excuse of a visiting guest to go to. So 4 men in suits were drinking sake and chomping down sushi and sashimi and whatever jappy food that was being served.
To be cont’d… (sorry guys.. my CO just came back…)
Sorry for that short cut off. I had to open the door for my CO who was knocking on the door.
OK back to the story.
So I had planned to spend the first evening with my Japanese office mates knowing fully well that I will have to excuse myself in the next 2 nights as Ingrid will be flying in the next day.
We drank sake and went pub hopping, making a happy evening and night out with my jap colleagues. I was glad to head back to the hotel back in Shinjuku, a bit high and drunk on sake. I literally slept in my office clothes on the bed.
Thursday came for me with an early start. And with the directions given by my jap colleagues written down, I joined the hordes of blue suited men to board the train and was able to find my way to the office.
I had left my room hotel card sealed in an envelope and addressed it to Ingrid’s name and left it with the concierge. Ingrid would come from the airport and go to the conceirge and retrieve the envelope as from my instructions.
At lunch, slurping ramen with the office team, all I could think of was that it will be a few hours more before I make an early exit from the office and take the train back to the hotel to meet with Ingrid and hopefully she will have arrived.
After politely declining countless times for dinner for that evening and maling excuses that I needed to attend to a conference call, I left the office around 5pm and walked to catch the train back to Shinjuku. The train was packed already with the massive population in Tokyo. I was squeezed into the train. I looked around and saw some pretty Japanese girls and it made me think of the JAV actions I seen on pay tv previews in the hotel, That made me horny plus the fact that Ingrid will have arrived.
When I got to the hotel, I walked straight to the concierge desk and checked that Ingrid indeed has arrived. According to the lady concierge, she said, Ingrid just arrived about 20minutes ago. I went to the front desk and got a spare room key.
I often wondered how come the lifts are always NOT on ground floor when you are in a hurry. The lift finally came down and I slotted my cardkey and punched my floor to 12th floor.
I quietly opened my room door and noticed the small cabin bag (Ingrid’s) propped open against the table. And a backpack on the bed. The toilet door was closed. Ingrid was inside.
I knocked gently on the toilet door, and Ingrid asked : Who is it?
I made a weak attempt to imitate a Jap accent and I heard her laughing behind the door.
Me : Open up. What are you doing inside?
Ingrid : hang on, I am just peeing. Gosh, can’t a girl pee in peace here?
Me : Welcome to Tokyo !
I heard the flush and then the door clicked open.
Ingrid : Wow ! Look at you. All dressed up.
I blushed. I guess Ingrid never saw me dressed in a biz suit before. She made me turned around as if I was modelling or something.
I took off my tie and took off my jacket to hang in the wardrobe, but she stopped me
Ingrid : No, wear it. I wanna see you dressed like this.
Me : Ok… you hungry? you tired?
Ingrid : No. I am fine. A little cranky from the long trip. But I am ok. I am thirsty though. Lets go grab a drink at the lobby and then decide what to eat. You are my tour guide.
Me : Ok sure. Lets do that. We can also walk a bit around the hotel area too.
Ingrid wanted to unpack, and I took the time to set aside my laptop and did a quick check on office email. Great ! not much important stuff.
We finally left the room. And we held hands as we rode the lift down to the lobby. We both felt like kids on a holiday for the very first time. Well I was excited, this was my secret affair OUTSIDE of Sillypore and I was free to do what I want and with a lesbo Danish girl who just recently took a craving for dick - my dick too. I was living a fantasy and I was gonna enjoy every minute, every hour of it.
We recce’d the hotel bar lounge. But there wasn’t a happening place. I propose to Ingrid that I will take her to a happening “happy hour” pub that most local japs will go to for beers and yakitori.
So we walked to the shinjuku station and I showed her how the train system and the ticketing system. She was a little lost. Cant blame her. I was too, when I first visited japan. The train system is bit complex and if you don’t understand Japanese, it is a bit daunting.
We took the train to Shibuya and got off the station there and walked around and found a Yakitori and beer place.
Sorry for that short cut off. I had to open the door for my CO who was knocking on the door.
OK back to the story.
So I had planned to spend the first evening with my Japanese office mates knowing fully well that I will have to excuse myself in the next 2 nights as Ingrid will be flying in the next day.
We drank sake and went pub hopping, making a happy evening and night out with my jap colleagues. I was glad to head back to the hotel back in Shinjuku, a bit high and drunk on sake. I literally slept in my office clothes on the bed.
Thursday came for me with an early start. And with the directions given by my jap colleagues written down, I joined the hordes of blue suited men to board the train and was able to find my way to the office.
I had left my room hotel card sealed in an envelope and addressed it to Ingrid’s name and left it with the concierge. Ingrid would come from the airport and go to the conceirge and retrieve the envelope as from my instructions.
At lunch, slurping ramen with the office team, all I could think of was that it will be a few hours more before I make an early exit from the office and take the train back to the hotel to meet with Ingrid and hopefully she will have arrived.
After politely declining countless times for dinner for that evening and maling excuses that I needed to attend to a conference call, I left the office around 5pm and walked to catch the train back to Shinjuku. The train was packed already with the massive population in Tokyo. I was squeezed into the train. I looked around and saw some pretty Japanese girls and it made me think of the JAV actions I seen on pay tv previews in the hotel, That made me horny plus the fact that Ingrid will have arrived.
When I got to the hotel, I walked straight to the concierge desk and checked that Ingrid indeed has arrived. According to the lady concierge, she said, Ingrid just arrived about 20minutes ago. I went to the front desk and got a spare room key.
I often wondered how come the lifts are always NOT on ground floor when you are in a hurry. The lift finally came down and I slotted my cardkey and punched my floor to 12th floor.
I quietly opened my room door and noticed the small cabin bag (Ingrid’s) propped open against the table. And a backpack on the bed. The toilet door was closed. Ingrid was inside.
I knocked gently on the toilet door, and Ingrid asked : Who is it?
I made a weak attempt to imitate a Jap accent and I heard her laughing behind the door.
Me : Open up. What are you doing inside?
Ingrid : hang on, I am just peeing. Gosh, can’t a girl pee in peace here?
Me : Welcome to Tokyo !
I heard the flush and then the door clicked open.
Ingrid : Wow ! Look at you. All dressed up.
I blushed. I guess Ingrid never saw me dressed in a biz suit before. She made me turned around as if I was modelling or something.
I took off my tie and took off my jacket to hang in the wardrobe, but she stopped me
Ingrid : No, wear it. I wanna see you dressed like this.
Me : Ok… you hungry? you tired?
Ingrid : No. I am fine. A little cranky from the long trip. But I am ok. I am thirsty though. Lets go grab a drink at the lobby and then decide what to eat. You are my tour guide.
Me : Ok sure. Lets do that. We can also walk a bit around the hotel area too.
Ingrid wanted to unpack, and I took the time to set aside my laptop and did a quick check on office email. Great ! not much important stuff.
We finally left the room. And we held hands as we rode the lift down to the lobby. We both felt like kids on a holiday for the very first time. Well I was excited, this was my secret affair OUTSIDE of Sillypore and I was free to do what I want and with a lesbo Danish girl who just recently took a craving for dick - my dick too. I was living a fantasy and I was gonna enjoy every minute, every hour of it.
We recce’d the hotel bar lounge. But there wasn’t a happening place. I propose to Ingrid that I will take her to a happening “happy hour” pub that most local japs will go to for beers and yakitori.
So we walked to the shinjuku station and I showed her how the train system and the ticketing system. She was a little lost. Cant blame her. I was too, when I first visited japan. The train system is bit complex and if you don’t understand Japanese, it is a bit daunting.
We took the train to Shibuya and got off the station there and walked around and found a Yakitori and beer place.
The place was packed. Ingrid and I had to wait in line with other folks, still dressed in office attire, no doubt they came straight from their offices. We finally got seated and as with Japanese style, it was a shared table with bench seats. We didn’t mind and started to order.
The locals seated around us were helpful, because some parts of the menu had no picture and Ingrid and I resorted to pointing at food being served in nearby tables and others ordered by patrons seated on the same long table we were at.
Obviously the beers came first. And we did a toast and a kiss, much to the eyeballing of fellow japanese diners in front of us. They must be thinking who is this Asian dude with a cute Danish girl.
Ingrid enjoyed the light dinner. Well, I called it a light dinner as the menu being served were mainly yakitori (you know the food in satay sticks and they kind of BBQ it). We both chatted over my earlier Japanese exploits when I first visited the country. Soon we were talking about her home town and her home country. I decline to share further info on Ingrid as there may be readers who may know her from the banking circle here in Sillypore. As it is I am using her real name and there is the initials to her full name.
Shibuya is a nice little place to walk around after dinner. I could tell Ingrid was quite taken in by the numerous small alley ways and side streets. We entered an arcade and played some video games and then we walked further inner into Shibuya. It was by pure accident we came upon a small “LOVE HOTEL” . I took the opportunity to explain to Ingrid about why there are love hotels sprouting because households are so small, these love hotels offer dating couples (and well married couples too) some level of privacy to be intimate. We were standing there by the outside and were invited in by the innkeeper with a mix gesture of handsignals and broken english. We wlaked in just being curious. Ingrid pointed to a vending machine and said…
Ingrid : Hmm, Max, looks like you wont be needing these.
As she tugged my arm and I turned and followed her gaze to the Condom vending machine. I rolled my eyes back and told her she is being a tease.
I gestured her to look at the next vending machine that sold lingerie and other kinky stuff as well. We both laughed and exchanged glances with one another to the bemusement of the Innskeeper, who was a polite quiet middle aged lady.
We walked on and it was a good feeling to have Ingrid held my arms as we walked on. We soon realized the shops were starting to close as it was getting late. I led Ingrid back to the train station so that we can make our way back to the hotel in Shinjuku.
As we got off the train, we walked the next 15minutes to the hotel in the cold night air. This trip was in March and the spring air was still cold in Tokyo.
We got on the elevator with 3 other folks and Ingrid was secretly tugging and pulling at my crotch as we both stood at the rear of the lift. My dick was getting rock hard with anticipation of the FUCKING session I am going to be doing with her.
We literally quick marched to the room. I slapped myself for allowing the hotel to assign me the room farthest away from the lift lobby. But I made no waste of the walk. We were along in the long passage way and I playfully grabbed Ingrid’s ass and her breasts as we moved along. We became like kids playing catching as we finally ran the last few steps to the room.
I open the door and it was nice to see the room has been made up for the night.
Ingrid : I like to shower first as I am smelling of dinner.
Me : Me too, I can smell the BBQ food on my shirt and on my jacket.
Japanese hotel bathrooms were small and with no bathtub, only a standing shower stall. And so Ingrid went in to shower while I hung up her clothes and mine in the closet. I turned on the TV and decided to flip through the Pay Movie channels to get a glimpse of the Free Previews on the Adult movie channels. Not that I needed them, but just to look see and know that I will be getting the real session in a short while. It was the usual censored JAV and some European porno flick. But really nothing much as the preview lasted less than 30seconds I think.
I left the bathroom door open as Ingrid was showering and I got completely naked and looking at myself in the mirror whilst I waited for my turn to shower. When Ingrid came off the shower, she resisted my attempts to grab her and told me to shower and clean up as she needed time to blow dry her wet hair.
I got into the shower knowing that she will need time to blow dry her hair. I left the TV on and it was showing some documentary as I could some how see part of the TV,but I can see Ingrid if I wiped off the misty glass shower door. She was standing at the dresser blow drying her hair and she was completely naked. I caught the glimpse of her pussy. It was shaven cleaned and I remembered she had just gone for a wax job yesterday.
I took my time in the shower and decided to PCC in the shower since I estimated that Ingrid will take a long time to blow dry her hair. I know that if I PCC and then have afterwards fuck Ingrid, it would be like me going for my 2nd shot and I will last longer. I wanted to last long enough for Ingrid to cum and then maybe I can time BOTH of us cumming together and this time it will be me cumming deep into her pussy.
To Be Contd
1st night with Ingrid in Tokyo.
By the time I got off the shower, my hands were all wrinkled up. My PCC was a fast given that I was already so damn horny from the train journey from Shibuya back to Shinkjuku. But I wanted to clean up my dick, my shaft and my arse and with the plastic disposable razor from the hotel, I managed to shave myself clean and bald and smooth.
I walked out of the shower and pretended to be modest and wore the thin kimono style bathrobe. Ingrid turned and smiled and said I looked Japanese in the kimono. I told her thats because she was not used to telling Asians apart in nationality. She curled up the wire of the hairdryer and dump it back in the drawer and she flounced on the bed with a bottle of lotion in her hands.
I took the dryer and blow dried my hair as I watched in the mirror reflection as Ingrid lifted one leg and then the other as she applied moisturing cream on her legs. It was such a turn on to see her raise and lift her legs one by one and her hands gently applying cream to her legs to her thighs and then all the way up to her pussy. She stood up and started to apply more cream to her tummy, her breast and she turned her back as she applied some to her back.
Me : Here, pass me the lotion let me help you.
I turned towards here as I closed the drawer and kept the hairdryer. She moved backwards towards me as I pumped a few dollops of scented moisturizing cream and applied them to her back. I stroked her up and down enjoying the smooth skin and the slightly perfumed scent of the moisturizer.
I was getting a HARD ON right there as I moved in closer to her.
My hardened dick was peeking out of the kimono as I moved my body towards her buttcheeks.
Ingrid let off a laugh as she felt my hardened point on her butt through the thin kimono bathrobe.
Ingrid : Ok thanks. Its your turn. Let me apply some moisturizer for you.
She knelt down and proceeded to cream my ankles, my shin and moved up slowly to my thighs. But she stopped short of my groin and stood up and turned me around. I obeyed her command and felt her kneeling down once more and this time her hands worked on my rear ankles, rear shin, my rear thighs and I felt her 2 hands gently rubbing my buttcheeks before ending it with a small squeeze.
She stood up and turned me around again. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me towards her using the kimono belt. I played along and let her hands untie my kimono so that she can see Mr HARDENED DICK sticking out to say hello to her.
Ingrid was a good actress. She was not showing any facial reaction as she dropped my kimono and looked at my hardened dick pointing literally at her breasts as she sat on the edge of the bed. She applied more cream and started to moisturize my inner thighs, my balls, and made me turned around so that she can also massage the buttcleavage. I was breathing heavily as she applied more cream around my just shaven pelvic and pubic area.
Ingrid : hmmmm… just shaved huh.. Good. I like it smooth and without bristles Max. This cream will soften the area here.
I just stood there with my hard standing cock and closed my eyes as i felt her hands rubbing in up and down and circular motion on my balls, my asshole and my pubic area. All the while Ingrid PURPOSELY did not touch my dick.
Ingrid : oh look, its drooling.
I looked down and saw Ingrid pointing to the small droplet of pre-cum on my snakehead mouth. Ingrid was expertly teasing me. I looked down and saw my own dick in the 2nd erection with a throbbing up and down motion. She licked it up and said :
Ingrid: I am moisturizing this rocket with my saliva. It is nice and warm instead of the cold moisture cream.
I wasn’t complaining. As long as my dick was in either good hands or good mouth. Would you? And right now, it was fine being attended to.
Ingrid stood up and we were face to face as she turned me around and asked me to lift my hands up. She applied lotion on my chest and my arms and my back. What seemed like forever, she finally stopped and capped the moisturizer cream bottle and put it back on the table.
I laid there naked on the bed as I watched her bounced from the dressing table (where her suitcase was) to the bed. I fluffed the pillows in anticipation for some hard fucking action and Ingrid crawled onto the bed.
The sight was incredible as her breasts were hanging and swinging loosely on their own as she crawled towards me. She moved deliberately slowly and I spread my legs slightly apart to allow her to crawl between my legs.
She stopped and kissed my feet and then moved up to my shin. Her teasing action was incredible. In my mind, I thought of how lesbians do foreplay and I was probably experiencing this now with Ingrid.
She was slowly licking, and nibbling and kissing my thighs she worked her way upwards towards my rocket launch pad.
I reached sideways for the TV remote and turned off the TV as I felt Ingrid’s breasts dangled and gently rubbed on my dick as Ingrid’s mouth ignored my dick and planted a soft kiss on my pubic zone and my navel.
The sight was awesome. I looked left and right to get a good view of her breasts slowly moving up and down and caressing my dick head.
To be Cont’d
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Originally Posted by
Cunt-Sucker
Good story bro! Keep it up! Can’t imagine myself having that patience & stamina to document my sexperiences here!
Don’t let us wait for too long! Cheers!
Bro,
Thanks for the support. I will do my best ok. I am just trying to also relive those years before it fades into some dark corners of my brain.