I’m 27 this year, a Chinese male. I graduated from one of the local Universities NXX back in 2010. I’m single now, and have only had 2 serious girlfriends all my life. This story is an account of meeting my most recent ex-girlfriend, G, whom I got to know in NXX.
This is my first post here, but I’ve been reading SBF for about 4 years now, enjoying the sexy encounters, pictures, videos, and recommendations. I’ve decided to write this story because I was recently (about a month ago) involved in an 2-night encounter that I thought was SBF worthy. Besides, I don’t have much to do now on a Sunday night, and I’ve always enjoyed penning stuff down.
Here it goes…
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Introduction
G was my 2nd serious girlfriend, whom I met in my 2nd year of University. She was in the same course and batch as I was. She was born in Singapore, but her parents came here from a neighbouring country before she was born to expand the family business they had at home. So, her family is considered wealthy, with a few private properties and luxury cars to their name. She was, and is 2 years younger than me because of the mandatory NS that I had to go through.
I, on the other hand, came from an pretty average background, stayed, and still staying in a HDB flat with my parents. I managed to do considerably well in school that eventually landed me with a decent degree and job with a average, slightly above average salary after graduation.
My relationship with G lasted for about 2 years plus. It ended, when we were both on exchange semesters in the first semester of our final year. I was in Korea, and she was in Europe. The decision to go to different countries came about because of several factors, which I don’t have to explain here.
Anyway, this is a short summary on how the relationship ended back then. On New Year’s Day of 2010, at about 3am in the morning, after I just came back from a party with my fellow schoolmates, I received an email from G. It basically said that she was sorry, because she got involved with another Singaporean guy in the last month, and that she wanted a break-up. Of course, there are plenty of details and factors here that led to her saying this, which I don’t find the need to explain here, unless you guys want to know.
This guy she was talking about, coincidentally, was a friend of my best buddy from another of the local universities. And in fact, I knew that guy, albeit not very well.
At the end of it all, I returned to Singapore a few days after, and had plenty of disappointment and questions boiled up in me. Nonetheless, after a couple more dramatic meetings with G, the relationship eventually ended officially.
I spent my last semester in school pretty quietly, generally avoiding people, including G of course, and just wanted to complete my undergraduate course and get on with life.
G and I both graduated in June 2010, and she had decided to pursue a Masters degree in HK, partly also because her sister was married to a HKer and had been working in living in HK for a few years already. At the same time, I got news from my best buddy that the same guy whom she cheated on me with, and was still seeing, had gotten recruited to work for a international bank in HK. I was already pretty numbed by then, so these news did not affect me much then.
I started working in July 2010 with a local firm, pretty famous in the local industry, with regional projects and so on. After working for more than a year there, in August 2011, I had decided to move on to another company, a European MNC, after receiving a pretty good offer, and that I felt that I did not want to stay where I was anymore.
Since then, I managed to do pretty well in the European company, W, and had gotten the attention of my managers and directors, even though I was considered very fresh and inexperienced in terms of years.
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The Opportunities - Present day
About a month and a half ago, I was pleasantly surprised when my director’s secretary had sent me an email in the morning to see my department’s head, mentioning a potential overseas project which I was being selected for.
I went into my director’s office the same day, and he informed me that he wanted me to accompany him to HK the following month for a 3 day meeting with a prospective HK based client who wanted my company to do some feasibility studies for them. Off the record, my director, whom I’ve gotten quite well acquainted with after several other projects, told me that the preliminary estimated cost of the mentioned project was 400M SGD. It was to be my company’s biggest project to date if we manage to get it.
Of course, due to the scale of the project, it wasn’t going to be just him, myself and the secretary. A few other managers and senior executives would be going as well.
To be honest, at that point in time, I was pretty much in awe. In awe over the huge opportunity that I was given, and that it would be the first ever time I would be going overseas for work. Excitement overwhelmed me, and I think I could barely contain my excitement when I responded positively to him, haha.
In the coming weeks after that, I was given the details to my first business trip, including the project’s summary, my itinerary and hotel details. I was really happy when the secretary had told me that I would be flying Business Class, alongside the rest of the senior staff, and that I was going to be staying in a suite in the Intercontinental, off Salisbury Road, facing the famed Victoria Harbour. On top of which, I was going to be given a per diem of 60USD per day, which basically added to the joy of a little boy, that’s me.
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The First Move
About a week before my scheduled flight, I don’t exactly know what came over me when I decided to send G an email, after not having been in contact for almost 2 years.
This is what I said,
" Hi there, how have you been? I hope you’ve been fine. I hope you’re doing well in school and enjoying your life in HK.
I just wanted to tell you that even after almost 2 years of not seeing you, I can never forget the sweet memories (even though there were a few painful ones) that we shared. And that whenever I reminisce the old times, I smile, genuinely.
Anyway, through a stroke of good fortune, my company is sending me as part of a team to HK for a 3 day meeting, beginning next week Monday.
I miss you, and I would like to see you again. Even if it’s just for a few hours, even if it’s just a simple dinner. Just the two of us. I’ll be staying at the Intercontinental, and I should be free from 2000hours onwards each day.
That is all I’m asking for, to be able to have your company for a few hours.
Please let me know."
Even as I was typing the email, I felt an inexplicable sense of excitement boiling through my veins, I felt as if my good fortune was going to be extended to the point of seeing her again. That is how much I longed to see her at that time. Furthermore, I had been single for the whole period since we broke up, and that aside from a few flings and dates, I was generally by myself.
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Just a little bit of background information here, she was a goody two shoes kind of girl when I first met her, whereas I was already pretty experienced, because my relationship before her with a woman 4 years older than me taught me aplenty. But throughout the relationship with G, due to the highly sexually charged nature in me, we had a pretty good sexual relationship, plus I was the man who took her virginity. In a nutshell, I transformed her from a good girl to one who was steadfastly willing to satisfy her man’s (me at that time) desire when it called for it, and sometimes she would even want her man (me at that time) to satisfy hers.
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Alas! 2 days later she replied. And this is what she said,
“Hi, I’ve been good, doing well in school and enjoying HK generally. I hope that you’ve been well in work, and life as well.
Anyway, I am pretty busy with school this month. But I think I can spare a few hours next Tuesday to have dinner with you. T (the same guy, her current boyfriend) will be meeting some of his other friends the same night so…
it should be okay.
I will see you at the entrance of the XXX mall at 2030 on Tuesday.
Oh ya, remember to pack some jackets and maybe bring an umbrella because it’s been rather chilly and raining quite heavily this couple of days.
See you,
G”
I was literally smiling like a silly boy as I read her email, over and over again. I remember going to sleep that night, reading her email repeatedly in bed on my Blackberry, feeling happy in my heart and mind. All the sweet memories of the past came flooding in, as I remember all the happy moments, and a few of the naughty ones as well.
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The First Day
Finally Monday morning came, I packed my luggage the night before and checked and double checked all my things to make sure that I wasn’t going to disappoint my ‘bosses’ (because all of them were at least 5-6 years senior to me) in the 3 day business trip. I was naturally appointed to do most of the grunt work, including meeting minutes, analyses, graphs, calculations etc, and I checked and double-checked that I had all my files in the laptop ready for my first big opportunity in my career.
At about 0700, I arrived at the airport to meet my colleagues at the check-in counter, and we took the 0915 flight to HK. Like a little boy would, I was fascinated by my first business class experience ever, the spacious seats, in flight entertainment, quality food and drinks etc.
We landed in around lunchtime, and was chauffeured to the Intercontinental. We were then checked in and given 1 hour to settle down before we were to meet and proceed to the client’s office for a meeting.
I wouldn’t go into any more details and am just going to skip to the next day when I was supposed to meet G.
to be continued…
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Originally Posted by
frank85
… She was born in Singapore, but her parents came here from a neighbouring country before
she was born to expand the family business
they had at home. …
Couldn’t help but laugh at this line… she was born to expand the family business?
Just joking. Nice start so far. :-)
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Originally Posted by
frank85
Oh ya, remember to pack some
jackets
and maybe bring an umbrella because it’s been rather chilly and raining quite heavily this couple of days.
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TS !!! .. she is HINTING you to pack some “jackets” for your little bro!!!
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Originally Posted by
sean69
TS !!! .. she is HINTING you to pack some “jackets” for your little bro!!!
hahahaha thats a good one!
and note the ’s’ behind the jacket.
all in one night.
=p
The Second Day
We managed to conclude the meeting with the client on the second day at about 1800, 1 hour earlier than planned, so I had plenty of time after we returned to the hotel to get prepared to meet G at XXX mall, which was about a 15 minute taxi-ride from the hotel. Some of the other colleagues had decided to go back across the sea (Central Area) to have dinner but I said I had some prior appointment with a friend, they teased me a little bit about it, but they were nice and let me go. At least I knew I wouldn’t have to run into them haha.
I remember taking a long and comfortable bath and shower, brushing my teeth properly, putting on my best shirt and jacket, styling my hair as if I was going to attend my own wedding, and also slapping on a few wisps of my favourite cologne. Unknowingly, as I put the cologne (a brand that I’ve been using since I was 18) on, memories of the past with G crossed my mind.
I remembered how she used to say that she loves the way I smell, whenever we lay naked in my bed, whenever she rests her head on my shoulder, and how she sometimes sprays my cologne onto her purse, handbag, blouse, and even on her own body, just so she can take a sniff whenever she misses me. All the thoughts of her and how she used to look with her long smooth hair, fair skin, big eyes, petite frame but with a nice bustline and tiny waist came flooding back into me at that moment.
Surprisingly, this turned me on. And I had to think about other things, such as calling the Italian restaurant to confirm my reservation for 2, doing some checking of my day’s meeting notes, and so on, to ease the sexual tension that was brewing in me.
I had no expectation of the meeting, because I knew G’s character, that she wasn’t someone who would cross the line so easily, except for the last time she did which ended our relationship, unfortunately for me. I knew that for a fact, she usually plays by the rules. In actual fact, I was simply looking forward to meeting her, to see exactly what she had become after this 2 years, to have a chat with her, to catch up and perhaps reminisce about the good old times.
So there I was eventually, standing at XXX mall entrance at about 2025, thankful for the cool weather with pretty clear skies because it had been raining the whole afternoon while we were having our meeting with the client. However, despite the cool weather, I felt small droplets of cold sweat trickling down my forehead and sides of my face, probably due to all the apprehension and butterflies that were rumbling in my stomach. Nonetheless, I managed to keep a cool face, occasionally using my index finger to wipe the sweat off, and was also checking my newly bought Tag Heuer every few minutes, which I decided to indulge in after receiving my almost half a year’s worth of bonus, the previous month. This watch actually marked the change I’ve embodied, from a shabby boy who didn’t care about his appearance back in school, till today, one who paid attention to his self-grooming and made sure to wear decent outfits, watches, shoes etc.
Other than that, I was basically looking at the busy road at which this mall was located next to, as with all HK streets, and watching the cars and people go by, when suddenly,
“Hey..”
Someone tapped my shoulder from behind, and when I turned around and looked, it was G.
She looked almost completely different from who I remembered. Except for the same face, figure and lovely smile with perfect teeth, she was a changed person. Back in school, all she wore were basically t-shirts, blouses with jeans, and occasionally short skirts, nothing that would qualify as outstanding. She also rarely put on make up or dresses, except for the rare function or dinner events. In other words, she was a plain Jane back then.
But here she was, with attractive make-up, donning a beige long sleeve wool sweater and a tight black short skirt that fully revealed the beauty of her flawless thighs, with a pair of knee high black leather boots that you can never find in Singapore. That little bit of cuteness shown in her choice of a small brown beanie, that only managed to cover a small portion’s worth of her long tressy hair, now dyed a light brown, further accentuated her gorgeousness.
I was stunned for a moment, from which I tried my best to regain my composure after seeing the stunning woman who was in front of me.
“Hi..”, I managed to say in my attempt to sound calm as I continued admiring her, with my composure eventually regained.
As expected, there was a brief moment of awkwardness that is expected from such a long period of not seeing each other.
She chuckled once again, and said,
“You look the same. But more stylish and handsome”, she ended with another one of her mesmerising smiles.
“You look really good yourself.”
Such was the shortness of my sentences as I was faced by a person, whom I used to know so well, and who has now transformed quite significantly, all for the better.
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The Restaurant
To cut to the chase, we arrived at the Italian restaurant that I had made reservations for, and it was one of those with a romantic ambience, candle lights, jazz music and so on. This cute HK girl waitress guided us to our table, and was speaking in english, easily detecting the fact that we were not locals.
While G and I were looking through the menu, I simply could not resist stealing stares at her from across the table, and soon she looked up and caught me staring and remarked,
“If you are going to keep looking at me and not the menu, we will never get any food ordered.”
Upon hearing this, my wit and cheekiness came into play, and I said,
“Well, I don’t mind starving tonight if you are all I’m going to be looking at.”
She blushed almost instantaneously, adding redness to her already smooth and naturally slightly rosy cheeks, the same ones I’ve adored so much, before.
And suddenly some seriousness and reality-check came into place, when she said,“XXX(my name), you do know that I’m now attached. I mean…ya…”.
I simply smiled in earnestness and nodded. Like I said before, there was no expectation, and I reminded myself once again that I was content with being able to meet her after such a long period of absence.
We placed our orders and I suggested ordering a bottle of red wine to ‘celebrate’ the occasion, to which she at first was a bit reluctant with, but later on gave in after saying she’ll just have a glass.
The dinner went on pretty smoothly for almost 2 hours, as we caught up with each other, more as 2 long-lost friends than anything. Even though I did occasionally drop in a few remarks about our past relationship, she would always, in her usual personality, say something like, ‘but that’s all in the past’, albeit with her same charming smile. I avoided talking about her current boyfriend, and any of the related matters to the episode that led to our break-up, to avoid any undesirable moments, despite somehow, I felt that she wanted to talk about it. Nevertheless, I managed to get her to laugh and smile quite a lot during our dinner conversation, which lifted our spirits and got us pretty high , emotionally.
I am quite a good drinker so the few glasses of red wine that I had didn’t have much of an effect with me, but by some clever manipulation, I had gotten her to have more than the original promised 1 glass, and that upon finishing her 2nd glass, I could tell that she was slightly blushing and that she was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol.
At about 2230, I got the bill of about 600HKD and told her it’s my treat. She tried valiantly to pass me her share, and said that she feels guilty for having me foot such an expensive bill. But I retorted by saying that I was working and that she was still a student so it was perfectly alright. This was good for me because as she tried pushing her stack of notes towards me I put my hand on top of hers to resist, seemingly.
I kept my hand there for a moment, feeling and enjoying the softness of her hand and in fact squeezed it gently as I couldn’t resist the temptation. While doing that, I looked at her and our eyes locked for a few seconds, making my heart, and probably hers as well, beat very fast.
I did however, against my own heart’s desire, lift my hand off eventually, even though she did not show any true indications of resistance.
“Shall we go?” She asked and I nodded, with a pretty heavy heart as I was thinking that this was the end.
We stood up and made our way to collect my jacket, all the while my mind racing about how I could get to spend more of this wonderful night with her.
As we were walking in the cool night air to the main street, I stopped and she looked at me in slight surprise, expecting me to say something. I swear that that few seconds of pause was the longest I’ve ever felt in my life. I did manage to muster all my courage however, as if it was going to be my confession to a girl I liked for the first time, and told her something like this, in typical shy boy fashion,
to be continued…
“err…I know this might not seem right, and I know you were probably looking to get an early night’s rest, but tonight was so wonderful for me that I simply don’t want it to just end like this….”
I paused, and all this while she was looking at me silently with those big wide and slightly intoxicated looking eyes, rosy cheeks, just like the innocent girl whom I knew which felt so long ago. I swore that at that instant, I just wanted to pull her towards me and kiss her forever.
Fortunately, I did not, and continued saying,
“If you don’t mind, do you want to go back with me to this really nice bar at my hotel facing the harbour? I just wish to spend more time with you tonight, because I don’t know when we can ever meet again.”
After I let go of all my suppressed thoughts at that time, I was momentarily disappointed when she looked down to think for a few seconds and I was expecting her to reject me. Once again, seconds felt like hours for the umpteenth time of the evening.
“Okay….I will go with you, but not for too long, I don’t want T(her current boyfriend) or my sister to worry”, she replied softly, quite unlike the girl she was at the beginning of the evening, and more like who I remembered her to be.
I smiled and thanked her, before we continued walking to the main street, and hailing a cab to go back to the hotel.
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The 15 minutes Taxi Ride
On the cab, we were silent for a few minutes as the taxi traversed through the truly congested HK traffic. She was in constant gaze out her side of the car window, seemingly thinking deeply about something, and the side profile of her face quite simply, was just irresistible to me at the moment. I looked at her face with a passion, a passion that was reignited from the deepest realms of my heart, one that hadn’t been touched for a very long time.
I think my hormones were already brimming at that moment and my hands, my arms and my legs just did what they wanted to do, with my mind not being in control anymore.
I slowly inched my body towards hers, all the while she was still deeply immersed in her thoughts, and I made first contact by slowly sliding and placing my right arm across her shoulders.
She gave a slight shudder before turning her face towards me, but did not say a single word, even though I could sense her burning desire to say something. I looked at her as well, both in silence, but both pretty much fully aware of what was going on. I continued the sliding of my right arm across her shoulders and started to slowly and gently ease her head to rest on my shoulders.
As her head slowly rested on my shoulder, I could feel a slight sense of relief from her, and she comfortably closed her eyes.
I smelt the scent of her hair and felt like I was in heaven.
She then opened her eyes and looked at me, and whispered,“You’re still using the same cologne..and I kinda…like it..”. With that, she closed her eyes once again, and went back to resting comfortably on me.
A few moments later, like I said, I simply couldn’t control my actions anymore, so I stole the courage from a lion and planted a tiny kiss on her forehead. I could feel then that she was in complete ease and gave no resistance at all.
At this moment, almost dramatically, it started to rain and cruising by all the bright city lights of HK streets, and locked in a comfortable embrace with the girl I was once so in love with, it really felt magical and I almost didn’t want it to end.
to be continued…
Back at the Hotel (Room)
Unfortunately, all things come to an end and the taxi driver had somehow managed to end my episode of joy abruptly by pulling up at the taxi stand.
By this time, G was already comfortably asleep in my arms and I said to her,
“We’ve reached the hotel.”
She then gave a slight yawn and said,“So fast…”. She said with a tone almost like that of a little girl who doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning for school.
This somehow awoken my senses, and reminded me of the little girl she once was to me. And as if acting rationally wasn’t part of us anymore for the night, I let go of my right arm around her shoulders and held her left hand, which she did not resist, used my left hand to reach into my breast pocket and paid the uncle with a hundred HKD note saying keep the change, and then proceeding to open the door on my side and leading her out of the taxi, all the while not letting go of her hand.
As we walked in the hotel lobby, both of us were silent. Our footsteps seemed the loudest to me in the whole lobby, despite the soft music and chatter between the other patrons. During that same short walk, there was no communicable exchange between the two of us, but it felt as if there were tonnes of thoughts bustling in our heads.
I also instinctively knew in my mind that I would have more to regret for not taking any chances than if I were to. Even though I did not know what she was thinking, I didn’t want to ask. So without saying anything, I walked her to the lift, where I pressed the button for the floor to my room.
As we entered the lift, it became obvious that she knew I was leading her to my room, but she maintained her silence, and was still letting me hold her hand, while standing slightly behind me. This felt as if she was a shy little submissive girl, the same one I knew more than 2 years ago, but so very different from the one I first met on the same evening.
As we approached my room which was the 3rd or 4th to the right of the lift, I could feel her other arm(right), gently tugging on my right upper arm, as if she began to feel some sort of fear. Nevertheless, she made no attempt of any resistance, and maintained her ’little girl holding onto her daddy’s arm’ pose.
I stopped at my doorstep, regaining a tiny bit of consciousness and realism, turned my head to her, paused for a moment, and said,
“This is my room.”
What she did next gave my heart gentle comfort.
She closed her eyes, in the cutest expression, and slowly tilted her head down, giving the shyest of nods.
I opened my door, and fortunately for me the lights in the room was already in a dim mode, which set the scene perfectly for what was going to happen.
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The Rekindled Flame
Upon closing the door, I felt the primal instinct in me gush through my veins, and simply held her as tight as I could. We were locked in this intimate embrace for more than 5 minutes, both of us heaving heavier breaths each time we hugged each other tighter, almost not wanting to ever let go.
to be continued…
I finally decided to let go of the embrace after I felt that there was more we can do. I led her to my bed, where she sat down by the edge and begun looking around the room, admiring the decor and saying what a nice place it was. Memories of one of our trips spent together in Taipei floated by my mind, almost deja vu-ishly so, only difference was that she had transformed from your average plain Jane to what she was now, an attractive lady.
I nodded and smiled, and then proceeded to the minibar to grab some cold beer for myself and her, because I wanted to cool my warm body down. After I handed her the cold beer, which she once again surprised me by accepting it because she was not really a drinker, I sat down by her side on the floor, right next to where her legs were.
A thought was bouncing in my head at the same moment, “I don’t know what to do next!”
Slowly but surely, we regained our conversation.
G: This is a nice place, you must have done really well for your company to have sent you here.
Me: Hehe, I think I did alright, just do what I need to do.
I tried to build up the atmosphere by developing the conversation, but it slowly faded away as we realised that our 2 hour dinner chat had already exhausted most topics.
Eventually, we just stared blankly into the room once more for a few more moments, before I decided to take the next step, and slowly leaned my head on her soft thighs. Surprisingly, this time she did take the initiative and began stroking my hair, while I, who couldn’t seem to keep my hands in control, began brushing my fingers across the soft fair skin on her thighs.
To another one of my numerous pleasant surprises, she began unbuckling her boots, seemingly wanting to get more comfortable, and being the gentleman I was, helped her in this slow but strangely sensual act.
After her boots were taken off, she made herself more comfortable by sitting on the bed cross-legged. After she did so, being dumb as I was sometimes, remained seated on the carpet floor, unknowingly creating some form of distance between us.
This lasted for about 10 secs, before she tapped my shoulder, stared me in the eye with a coy but inviting look, and then looked at the spot on the bed next to her.
I would have to admit that another minor sense of triumph came into my head when she did that, almost like a small ‘hurray!’. Of course, I followed her subtle instruction and moved in a controlled manner (because I was trying to look calm), and helped myself to sit beside her on the bed.
What came next was almost the same as what happened earlier that evening on the taxi, I wrapped my right arm across her shoulder and slowly eased her head to rest on my shoulder.
At this point in time, I felt that her beanie had outlived its usefulness, and gently gave it a little tug at its tip, to hint to G that I wanted to remove her beanie. I don’t know why, and till today i still don’t know why, even though its a non-issue, she decided to put both her hands on top of her beanie, cheekily acting as if she wanted to protect something. This came with a small pout on her lips, and if I may say that if GFE can be measured, this act and expression of hers, deserved a 10/10!
Of course, she was just playing, and I decided to put on a fake stern face, before she finally ‘relented’ and took off her beanie, revealing the full glory of her beautiful crown of hair. I ‘rewarded’ her by lowering my head down to her hair, giving her a caring little sniff, which she seemed happy about, shown by a appreciative smile.
I’m not sure what got over me, but the scent of her hair once again drove me nuts, and my hands involuntarily but slowly, turned her head to face me, and I put my lips to her.
Her lips….her soft lips made me wild, and I realized at that very instant, despite having kissed several girls in my near to 2 years worth of single-hood, none felt like hers, both physically and mentally. We began a mini-tongue encounter which lasted for about 10 seconds, before she abruptly pushed me away, albeit in a controlled and non-forceful manner.
“I cannot be doing this…”, she uttered under a slight pant, one of which you would expect from alcohol and after frenching, especially from girls. She looked down and slowly took my right arm off her shoulder.
I did not know what to do or say at that very instant, particularly since I knew I wasn’t going to force myself on her, because I genuinely loved her, both before, and now since my feelings for her were rekindling. I wanted to be nice, and I wanted her to feel comfortable.
“I cannot be doing this..”, she repeated once again in a slightly slower breath, and at the same time turned her head back to look at me. I swear that look in her eyes at that moment, made me want to protect her forever, like man would to his woman.
to be continued…
“But XXX(my name), to be honest with you, I have not had as much joy and pleasure with T(her current boyfriend) in this couple of years as I’ve had with you in this one night…”
“I mean, he does hug and kiss me, but somehow he doesn’t do it with just as much care and attention, and respect, as you do. I don’t get the loving attention from him, and he doesn’t seem bothered by that.”
“And I haven’t had any form of sex with him since we got together…It seems he’s against pre-marital sex..”
I thought, “Bingo!”
She had finally uttered the words that I wanted to hear.
At this moment, I felt that the right thing to do was to comfort her, and I brought her back into my arms, which she gave no resistance to, and slowly eased both of us to the stacked pillows behind us, and simply laid back.
In my head, from that point on, there was no return, either I get to make passionate love to her that stormy night, or completely not, no half-hearted acts. I knew from my intoxicated senses, not from the alcohol, but from the amorous exchanges throughout the night, that I wanted her. However, I still had consideration for her, if she had even shown any sign of further resistance, I knew I wouldn’t have the heart or mind to continue.
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The Action
After sitting comfortably there for a few minutes, she said that she felt a little warm from the thick wool sweater that she was wearing, and decided to take it off.
Bit by bit, inch by inch, I observed her revealing of the skin around her slim upper body as her inner white spaghetti top was being hoisted up together with the lifting of her sweater. This accidental raveling of her skin elevated to her bra, in actual fact just the bottom underwire of her cups, and at which point she managed to get her sweater off in one swift motion. What a treat it was for my eyes!
Her current state of undress left her white spaghetti top slightly dishevelled, partially caught by her bra cup’s underwire, and there she was, catching me staring at her young and flawless belly.
“What are you looking at?”, she said in a cheeky way, similar to how a girlfriend would naughtily reprimand her boyfriend. I simply smiled, and she quickly pulled down and adjusted her white and almost see-thru top, before giving me another one of her naughty girlfriend expressions.
I knew once again, that my mind was being overcome with lust, with each and every of her accidental or intentional seductive acts stirring the fire in pants, that much more. I knew that that night, even if it was just for one night, I wanted to make her mine again.
Without another word, I turned her head to face me and started to kiss her on the lips and at the same time run my hands all over her now almost exposed back. Our lips locked, like long lost lovers, except we were really long lost lovers.
I felt time stop as we both closed our eyes and just indulged in the little piece of heaven that our tongues were now engaging in. I took in all her saliva, she mine, I smelt the sweet scent of her hair, ran my hands and fondled every inch of her body, including her slender arms, her slim back, and eventually made my way down her waist and started to carress her buttocks through her thin black leather skirt which I was dying to take off.
At the same time, I sensed that she was really feeling the heat, and begun unbuttoning me. Button by button downwards, she shifted her lips down my face, towards my neck, and eventually landing on my chest, at which point she softly pushed me down to fully lie on my back and began kissing me all over my chest, occasionally down my abdomen, which were thankfully in pretty good shape due to my daily workouts.
After I was down on my back and she still using her lips to shower every bit of my upper body with love, I started to lift the slightly stretchy but thin cotton spaghetti strap off her body, of which she helped me, not by taking it off herself, but by placing her hands on mine, and slowly pulling the piece of garment off of her.
At that point in time, I told myself, I have fantasised many times about making love to her, my ex-girlfriend before, but the actual process of doing it simply blew all my previous fantasies to pieces. I knew, at that time, that make-up sex, or doing it with an ex, would probably be the best sex I would ever get in my entire life.
Feeling the strong desire to say something, I then gently held her face close to mine, and told her,
“I can never love someone else the way I love you…”
Almost like an instant aphrodisiac these words acted, and she immediately held my face and begun initiating a long french kiss on me that felt even better than the one that I’ve just had, in fact better than any that I could remember.
I was tongue tied, almost literally, so to return the favour, I did what a man would do and brought my hands downwards, hoisted up her tight skirt a little bit, and started to carress and massage her soft but not at all flabby buttocks. Bit by bit, I moved my hand towards her anal and vaginal area, and then started to use my fingers to slowly run through the soft skinfolds of her vagina through her thin panties.
to be continued…
She moaned lightly, but not really stopping in her kissing of me, and then used her left hand to prop and support herself slightly off my abdomen, and started to move her right hand southwards to my already stuffed crotch area, and started unzipping my pants. While keeping my right hand fingering her through her wet panties, I slowly moved my left hand and managed to unbuckle my belt.
After she had unzipped my black pants, she finally released herself from our tremendous lip-lock and started to move her face downwards back to my upperbody, and simultaneously was gently massaging my engorged penis through my slightly damp briefs.
“You still have a lot of pre-cum, eh…”, she remarked naughtily.
At this time, her bottom was getting out of reach, so I decided to prop myself up. I then held her up by her clean shaven armpits, which was easy because of the lightweight she was, and brought my hands behind her to hug and support her back and with my mouth finally free, and began kissing her down her neck, onto her collarbone, and was soon smelling and at the same time licking the tops of her soft white breasts.
While this kissing from me was being done, I could hear soft moans from her, moans that felt like she was finally being liberated from some sort of dreadlock after a long period of time. This heightened my emotions, and I felt at that point in time I was on the verge of something.
In one simple motion, I unclasped her bra from behind, and as I watched her bra cups fall, her two round breasts greeted me with big brownish nipples that were familiar to me and turned me on tremendously. I brought my right hand back from her back and began my gentle fondling of her right tit, while keeping my mouth busy with the suckling and kissing of her left left nipple. Honestly, I felt like a little hungry boy at that time, finally given milk after a long period of starvation. And boy did her breasts taste wonderful.
From her hands being around my back to hug me, she now slid her right arm down my torso, in between our two intimate bodies, reaching down for my now engorged and throbbing cock, and slipped her hand into my briefs and began massaging my cock with her icy cold fingers from the cool room air.
It felt… It felt indescribably good. Even though I have had handjobs from multiple partners in the past couple of years, I could not have imagined the sheer pleasure and ecstacy G was giving me by running her cool fingers and small hand along the warm, thick, and moist shaft that my cock was now.
This intense source of pleasure compelled me into sucking her breasts even harder, which led to more and more frequent moans, moans which I thought were only possible in Japanese AV films. And it seemed the more attention I paid to her breasts, the more active her hand at my cock was.
She was now, from what I could tell, uncontrollably grabbing my shaft and sliding up and down vigorously. I know for a fact that handjobs don’t make me cum so easily, but the combination of so many factors, the evening, the atmosphere at that time, G, and her amazing body before me, and finally the intense reactions that she was displaying, almost made me hit the point of no return.
“Please stop…Or I’m gonna cum”, I had to speak out of desperation.
G, at this moment, was sitting on me, almost in a cow-girl position. She looked down at me, half panting, with small beads of perspiration rolling down her perfectly rosy cheeks, and asked,
“But don’t you wanna cum?”
I said, “I want to, but I also want to make love to you.”
Once again, my words acted like an aphrodisiac for her, and she withdrew her hand from my now fully stimulated shaft, and wrapped both her hands around my neck, before sealing my lips with hers in a seemingly immaculate fashion, one that brought our in-bed passion to greater heights.
(This small episode, now then I’m visualizing it in words, seems to be worthy of an Oscar…At least in my own fantasy)
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The Real Action (My turn)
At that very moment, after kissing for what seemed like eternity, I knew I wanted to have her pussy in my mouth, and I knew I wanted to give her the true pleasure that she was missing out on for such a long time.
I used both my hands to gently push her down to lie on the bed, moved a pillow behind her head, and told her,
“I want to make you happy now.”
I think she wanted to say something, but almost instinctively, I put my index finger to her lips, and she simply looked at me with her big innocent eyes, before slowly closing them.
Without any hesitation, I slowly unzipped and pulled her skirt and white panties down, which revealed a slight bush at her crotch. I then lowered and rested my head on her small little bush, giving her pussy a gentle but thorough rub with my nose and mouth. Her pussy smelt clean and washed, and surprisingly, but strangely, familiar. It was as though this smell had stayed in the back of my mind for a very long time, and was now finally remembered.
My tongue slid out almost automatically, and began a gentle circling of her moist vaginal lips, evoking a few more moans from G. I then started to unravel the long forgotten mystery of her clitoris by parting the top vaginal lips, and the bead-sized organ of wonder greeted me with a slight redness and swelling.
The eroticism of this sight brought my lips and tongue into full action, I sucked, while simultaneously licking her clit, also putting my full body into action with my left arm reaching up to her breasts to fondle them. I could feel the intense stimulation that G was receiving when she started to squeeze both my left arm and the quilt covers with her tiny but beautiful looking hands.
I proceeded to stick my right index finger into her vagina, while maintaining my mouth action on her clit, and began pushing in and out of her lovehole, while also using fingertip to gently perform a digging motion while inside.
This lasted for about 20-30 seconds, before I felt her legs tense up, her vagina clamping harder and harder on my finger, and that she started saying in spurts,
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming…Don’t stop…”
This made me increase the intensity of my lips and tongue, while quickening the pace of my finger through her tightened vagina, before I began to feel a warm fluid very slowly ooze out of her pussy.
I looked up at her, and she looked pretty exhausted, but contented.
I then brought myself to lie next to her, brought her under my arm and wrapped my leg around her cold bare thighs, our naked bodies now in full contact with each another, and held her in a tight and warm embrace.
As a matter of fact, at that very point in time, I felt satisfied. Even though I had not managed to cum, I felt happy that I was able to give pleasure to G. I felt a sense of selflessness, and true romance.
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The Real Action (Her turn)
to be continued…