The Real Action (Her turn)
After a brief rest and warm cuddle, all the while I was admiring her beautiful face, she opened her eyes to look at me and smiled. It was the same genuinely content smile that I remembered, from more than 4 years ago. It was a flashback to us in the beginning of the 2nd year of university, when we shared our first kiss. Back then, she gave the same exact smile after we kissed for the first time. This now made my heart and mind, albeit not my body, truly satisfied.
I was feeling a little tired, and started to close my eyes. And before I knew it, I felt her hand gently massaging my now rather slightly softened penis. This woke me up from my momentary period of shut-eye, and I realised that she was now putting my awoken penis into her mouth, and she teased me by looking at me with her eyes, whilst licking the tip of my penis, and also gently moving her hand up and down the bottom part of the shaft.
The pleasure was mind numbing, to say the least. She continued stripping my briefs off while maintaining her gentle sucking action on my now stiffened cock, and then slowly moved her lips to my scrotum, giving my ball-sac a truly enjoyable suck. While she was doing this, she made sure to maintain eye contact with me, and I recalled telling her before that I enjoy this.
At this moment, I was taking in the amazingly erotic sight of my shaft being rubbed by the bridge of her nose, her big innocent looking eyes looking at me in total submission, and the balls-licking just completed the picture perfectness of it all.
After a few minutes of personal attention to my cock, she moved herself up to where I was, and whispered into my ear,
“I want you inside me”
She then pushed herself up with her arms on my torso, and started to use her right arm to direct my cock to her pussy. She began rubbing the tip of my penis on the lips of her pussy, which gave me a tremendous burning sensation, while she herself started to close her eyes. She was gently rocking her body while she supported herself with her left hand on my chest. All I could do then was to gently carress the sides of her thighs, and occasionally sliding my hand up to massage her tits.
With no warning whatsoever, she suddenly tightened her grab on my chest, and uttered out a long but sensual “uhh…”.
With her second orgasm, I could tell that she was now ready when she inserted my now fully stimulated cock into her warm and completely wet vagina. It felt really good.
She started by rocking slowly and rhythmically, whilst placing both her hands on my chest for support, and after about 5 minutes of pure intense sexual pleasure, her eyes were closed and she was literally riding me like a horse.
Her ‘uhhss’ and ‘ahhhss’ filled the entire room, and it was both incredible physical and audible pleasure for me.
Before I knew it, she had cummed again.
This time, her warm fluids made the flesh around my cock tighten so much more, and I knew I was going to cum.
I told her to stop and she almost reluctantly did so.
She then got off me, and I finally courageously told her than I wanted to cum in her mouth, and that I wanted her to swallow my cum. I said courageously, because in all of our 2 years of relationship, she had never once allowed me to do so, always only in a condom, or on her belly or breasts, or just once or twice on her face.
I knew I was taking a risk to spoil my own night but like I said before, I knew this was the night to not regret taking risks in order to satisfy myself.
To my biggest surprise, without a word, she got onto the carpet floor, kneeled down, and propped herself by the bed without saying a word, and even had an inviting grin with her hand signalling me to her mouth.
Naturally, I got off the bed, stood up, and with a slight aggression, shoved my cock into her open mouth.
She wrapped her arms around my thighs and started sucking my cock so intensely, combined with the immaculate eye contact that she was giving me, that I simply couldn’t hold it in anymore.
I exploded, and by which I think I literally did, into her mouth, this explosion of cum in fact caused some streams to seep out of her lips and down her chin. All this while she continued hugging my thighs even harder, and eventually she slowed down and withdrew her lips from my full exhausted penis.
She looked at me and tried to open her mouth, while still in her kneeling position, to show me, but it seemed she could only part her lips a little bit before the cum was oozing out. I myself was a little surprised that I blew such a load, so I guess she must have felt the same way.
She then pointed with her finger to her mouth, and swallowed the immense load of semen that I had deposited in her. Her cheekiness, even at that kind of moment, prevailed, and that made me give out a little smile.
I then knelt down on the floor, and hugged her body tight, while she rested on my shoulder.
Together, in that position, I told her,
“I’m so stupid to have let you go just like that…”
She said nothing, but I could feel her embrace of me tighten as I said those words.
I looked at the clock, and realized that it was almost midnight, and that our amazing tryst that had left me so satisfied, and lasted for almost one and a half hours.
I did not want to let go, but I knew it was the only thing to do.
We jumped into the warm shower together, and slowly, but sensually washed each other, lathering and carressing each other’s body. This bag of emotions that I was feeling compelled me to stare at her, her face, and her naked body. And when she asked why, I could only bring myself to say,
“Because I don’t know when is it that I’ll get to see this again”.
She chuckled and gave my chest a gentle slap.
to be continued…
The end of the first night
Eventually, we got ourselves cleaned up and changed, and I sent her down to get a taxi.
On the way down, I was still holding her hand, and doing everything I can to try and maximize my physical memory of her. On the other hand, as we walked the corridor, into the lift, and across the lobby, the smile on her face was slowly fading into one of mild sadness. Throughout this entire walk, we were both silent. Much akin to the walk through the lobby earlier in the evening, except that we were now 2 ‘changed’ people.
The long taxi queue that was waiting for passengers disappointed me, as I knew it would cut my pleasurable evening even shorter. Hence, just before entering the taxi, I held her hand once more, and she turned back and looked at me.
“When will I see you again?” I asked in a soft tone.
She looked at me for a while, and said, “What we did tonight wasn’t right, even though I really enjoyed it. But it’s still wrong.”
“I don’t think we should see each other again, not to mention what we did tonight. I’m sorry. Please take care.”
With that, she let go of my arm, and closed the taxi door. I remember standing there and watching the taxi go, and remained standing there even as the taxi disappeared into the distance. I remember that her words were continuously ringing in my head.
As I went to bed that night, the thoughts of her flowed like a never ending stream in my mind. I was thinking that it was over. I was a little sad, but nonetheless also happy that I had managed to have such a wonderful night of pleasure.
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The Third Day
Little did I know, the next evening after we had completed our wrap-up meetings at about 1930, I was checking through my email on my phone on the way back to the hotel when I saw an email from G. This is what it said,
“Hi, I have to admit something. After yesterday night, I thought that was it, and I was just going to return to my normal life.
But, I woke up this morning, and the first thing that came to my mind was you.
T did not come home yesterday, and he texted me that he applied for leave today and was going to accompany some of his Singaporean friends to Lamma Island.
I thought I could simply leave last night as it was, and move on from there. But I was wrong. I feel very guilty. But I’m can’t stop thinking about you. I tried very hard to not think about you in my whole day of classes today, but I couldn’t. I just could not concentrate on listening to what the lecturer had to say. I felt very bad because my exams are starting next week, and I really, really should have listened to the last minute revisions the lecturer was giving us.
I ended my classes at 5pm today, and even though my good classmate asked me out for dinner, I rejected her, saying I had something on. The truth is, I have nothing on.
And here I am, sitting in a cafe typing this email on my laptop, not knowing what to do. I just wanted to tell someone about the crazy thoughts about you that I’ve been having the whole day. And there’s no one else I can tell, but you.
I’ve decided. I want to meet you. I want to see you again before you fly back to Singapore tomorrow morning….”
And the last paragraph she wrote put a smile on my face.
“Please call me when you see this. My number is xxxxxxxx. I will be waiting for you at xxxxx Cafe along xxxxxxx Road. I will be waiting for you till 9pm, afterwhich I will leave. I want to see you again… I want to experience your love for me again.
G”
A thousand thoughts came into my mind at that time, but one thing was for sure, I knew I couldn’t contain my delight when my colleague asked me what I was so happy about. I just made up a story and told him about some good news that I received from a friend. What I did not say was that, it was a very special friend.
Back at the hotel, at about 2000, I hurriedly prepared myself, took a quick but thorough shower, brushed my teeth again and slapped on my cologne, before putting on my recently acquired Armani suit, black socks and leather shoes.
I left my room, walked in a brisk manner to the lift, and waited impatiently for the lift to arrive.
All throughout my brisk walk across the lobby to the taxi waiting area outside, I was running in my head what I was going to say or do when I finally met her again. And as I was imagining her before my eyes, it felt as if the meeting was going to be a reunion, a reunion of 2 long lost lovers.
Once on the cab, and having gave the cabbie the destination, I picked up my phone and dialed G’s digits.
I can rather vividly remember the conversation we had on the phone.
“ring..ring..”
G: Hello
Me: Hi, this is your lover, from last night
G: …a brief moment of silence, with an audible giggle…
G: I’m still at the same cafe… Are you coming here?
Me: I’m on a cab, should be there pretty soon.
G: Okay..
Another few seconds of silence from both of us..
Me: I can’t wait to see you.
G: …giggles… Me too.
G: I’ll wait for you outside the cafe, been sitting here for far too long.
Me: Okay. See you soon.
to be continued…
Thanks for all ur comments. Very much appreciated, esp the long ones.
Please give me more comments, they’re great motivation for me to write.
I’m right now still in the process of re-counting my experience with G on the 2nd night.
As a sneak preview, I’ll have to say that it was significantly less physical and sexy compared to the 1st night. A lot more emotions were involved and there was more of a heartfelt connection in comparison, hence the increased difficulty in putting it to words.
So bros expecting to read a sexier, or as sexy encounter as the 1st night, might be disappointed.
Just informing. Anyway, keep the comments coming!
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Originally Posted by
kurosaki ichigo
You should not take this girl as your lifelong partner knowing that she can change her mind so easily.
She dumped you for T. Now she wants to feel your love for her even while with T. That shows alot about her character.
But of course enjoy yourself banging her silly
I will probably not take her as my life-long partner, no matter what Really happens. Your reasoning forms part of the reason.
I myself haven’t really had the time and energy to continue re-counting the 2nd night I spent with her. But I will surely do so once the other affairs (work and stuff) of my life tide down.
Thank you once again for your invaluable comment, and I will certainly reward all of you guys with the second night’s encounter once I can!
Keep this story alive and I reassure all of you that in due time, you will find really nice surprises
Bro joncheong, don’t be too privy into details.
But if it helps with your imagination/fantasy/getting off, feel free to think that way
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Originally Posted by
nuclearkid
On the flip side, it appears that after you have both parted, she had never let you go. Perhaps there’s this special place in her heart that’s only for you. Some people will leave indelible memories in our lives and you can only tell in a visceral way.
Personally, I would go with my instincts and take a chance if you think its worth a shot though I reckon the distance and other obvious obstacles (including reasons which you have not elaborated) are in the way. That aside, emotions are convoluted to begin with. And if one were to apply logical reasoning to non-logical issues, chances are, there will be some opportunities that will slip away. Sure you protect yourself along the way but we all live life taking chances, and we should when they matter. I would add that finding a partner to walk your life through is one chance worth taking. But hey, eventually, you are accountable to only yourself (or 2, if you believe in a greater force). When you are finally looking back, do you have many questions that were never answered?
Her mum doesn’t really like me. And she cares a lot about what her mum thinks. That’s one of the reasons why it didn’t work out back then.
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Originally Posted by
nuclearkid
A close relative of mine used to care about what her parents thought until she got fed-up with their meddling into her late 20s and decided to live for herself on matters that mostly affected her.
Nonetheless, I wish you all the best there.
Thanks for the very relevant remarks and the well-wishes.
Too bad for me, when I was with her, she was barely into her 20s, and now that she’s older and away from the crutches of her folks, she’s with another guy.
Life’s cruel sometimes.
a short update…haven’t had the time to sit down properly and finish writing.
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Me: I can’t wait to see you.
G: …giggles… Me too.
G: I’ll wait for you outside the cafe, been sitting here for far too long.
Me: Okay. See you soon.
After about 5 more minutes from the end of the phone call, the cab pulled to a stop, and I realised that I was there.
I paid the uncle the fare and told him to keep the change. I then went out of the cab, and there she was. She was standing there about 50 metres from where I was down the street. She looked rather different from the night before. Today she wore a simple grey blouse that hugged her skin pretty nicely, with a pale blue cardigan and black skinny jeans. Even though she was dressed pretty plainly amidst the bustling evening crowd passing her by, she looked like a sparkling gem in the ocean to me.
As I walked to her, hard as it was, because I really wanted to run, I took in the sight of her smiling at me with much lighter make-up, and the image instantly brought me back to the years when we were dating back in NXX. This was really more of a heart warming feeling, than anything erotic at all. And before I knew it, my footsteps had brought me right in front of her.
She simply looked at me with the same innocent smile that I found so familiar, so so familiar. Without a word, I brought her closer to me, and held in my firm but gentle embrace.
She rested her head on my chest, took a sniff of me as she always did, then slightly tilted her face up and planted a small peck on my cheek. She then ran her cool fingers around the back of my head, tilted my head downwards, and gave me another quick kiss on the lips.
“Shall we go somewhere else now? I don’t want to stay here for too long. Shall we go to some place quiet?”
We walked around a bit, and eventually decided on a small cafe/bar in one of the quieter lanes in the vicinity. This was because she didn’t really want to be seen by anybody.
After we were shown to our table, and sat down, without another word, she slipped a small piece of foolscap paper with something written on it but faced down.
I looked at her in slight surprise, before turning it over to read it. (I still have that piece of paper in my drawer in my room)
“Honestly, I think whatever we’re doing, whatever I’m feeling, over this past 2 days is very wrong.
I know it’s wrong, and I know it’s pointless. But I don’t know why exactly it is that I wanted to see you again tonight. Maybe its because of what happened last night. Which, to be honest, makes me feel a little….dirty.
Also, just to be honest about a few more things, I am happy in my relationship now. Maybe not physically, as it was shown yesterday night, but definitely emotionally. Partly because my parents are approving of T. Things feel ‘right’, now.
I know that there are certain things that I’ve experienced in our(G and me) relationship that I will never experience again with T, but things are feeling ‘right’.
Anyway, the reason behind this short letter is because I want you to know that I want to have whatever that is going to happen tonight, and what happened last night, to stay within these two nights. I don’t want to let it affect my life from tomorrow onwards.
….
Maybe you’re a little disappointed now, but to try and perk you up a little,
I, G, want you to be my full time boyfriend for tonight
THE END”, she added cheekily.
Obviously after reading the letter I experienced mixed emotions. And I didn’t really know what to say.
All I did, was to keep the letter in my suit’s inner pocket, look up at G’s face, which was now with a delicate smile, and held both her hands with mine. I rubbed her hands gently, moving upwards to her elbows, and then moved back down to her hands, and eventually felt the desire to bring them to my lips to kiss, and also smell them. I remember holding both her hands and using them to carress my own face, which felt really good. All this while, our eyes never left each other, and her expression changed from one of a gentle smile, to one with her lips slightly pursed. She looked like she was enjoying it, as much as I did.
to be continued…
Another short update.. No time to write…
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As it was a pretty quiet and small place, and that the seats were with highbacks and rather comfortable cushions, plus the fact that I wanted desperately to be closer to her, I got up and went around to sit beside her. I sat beside her and wrapped my right arm across her shoulder, and she rested her head on my shoulder, as if it was the only natural position.
It began to feel really romantic. We were seated at small corner table next to the glass window looking out into a small street with only a few passerbys every now and then, and that it was beginning to drizzle, in combination with the dim lighting of the cafe/bar we were in, which all made me just want to melt with G into our surroundings. All this, plus the fact that we were practically the only patrons of this joint that could sit only 10 customers max.
After about 5 minutes, which felt like 5 seconds, because we were so relaxed and almost falling asleep, the waiter came with our food and drinks, a shared plate of penne pasta in cream and 2 glasses of white wine. The food was pretty decent, although in retrospect, it probably only tasted good because I was in such a good mood.
The way we ate, was reminiscent of our dating days a few years ago. We were feeding each other and sometimes playing the ‘airplane flying through a tunnel’ trick, and it was an indescribable amount of fun. It felt pretty amazing for me, as I had not experienced something like that for such a long time.
Upon finishing the food and wiping our lips clean, we moved to the wine proper. I don’t know what is it that got over me, but after 2 small sips of my own glass, I took a slightly bigger gulp, turned her face towards me, and placed my lips to hers, slowly transfusing the wine into her mouth.
What happened then was a first for me, after I moved about half of what I had to her, I realized she did not swallow, but started slowly letting the now lukewarm wine flow back into my mouth. Oh boy did that feel wonderful!
We were enjoying this newly discovered way of kissing, and after a few more exchanges, I realized that my hands had now found their way to G’s body.
I started at her belly, rubbing through her thin blouse, and slowly moved up to her bosom. Every once in a while, I would turn my head and stare out the small space that I was sitting out to, to check and give the reassurance that G would have naturally wanted. My hand was now at her neck, and I was softly feeling the smooth skin on her neck, and slowly down to her collar bone. I knew my dick was enjoying this because my pants were beginning to feel tight.
I guess she sensed this, and amidst our kissing, she reached for my bulge, and was slowly running over it with the outstretched palm of her small hand.
to be continued…
would have to apologize for the recent short and infrequent updates..
I started at her belly, rubbing through her thin blouse, and slowly moved up to her bosom. Every once in a while, I would turn my head and stare out the small space that I was sitting out to, to check and give the reassurance that G would have naturally wanted. My hand was now at her neck, and I was softly feeling the smooth skin on her neck, and slowly down to her collar bone. I knew my dick was enjoying this because my pants were beginning to feel tight.
I guess she sensed this, and amidst our kissing, she reached for my bulge, and was slowly running over it with the outstretched palm of her small hand.
This pleasure, coupled with the subtle exhibitionist behaviour that we were displaying, and the mild ecstasy in G’s expression, made my heart beat even faster. I could feel my hands slide down into the neckline of G’s fitting blouse, to run my fingertips gently across the tops of her soft breasts.
I knew that my hands and throbbing cock were slowly establishing a mind of their own, and that if I did not stop them, a public outcry from the passing waiter wouldn’t have been too far away.
So I slowly retracted my hands from G’s body, put them to her face, and separated our lip-lock. As if in unspoken consensus, she slid her hand that was pleasuring the bulge on my pants back to herself, and looked at me with a gentle loving smile.
I did what I knew G wanted me to do, raised my left arm and gave a little call-out to the waiter who was now standing at the entrance to ask for the bill. After this gesture, both G and I tried to adjust ourselves from the little romp we just finished to look normal. However, to be honest, in my mind plenty of thoughts were racing; including where to go from here now, what I could do to maximize the physical and emotional pleasure of the night, and above all, the desperation to want to make passionate love to G, once more.
The bill came, and I put 3 hundred HKD bills inside the black folder and asked the waiter to keep the rest. I knew both my heart and mind just could not afford to let another minute of this precious evening go to waste. After which, I promptly made my way with G in hand out to the main street, where we hailed a cab and I asked the driver to send us back to my hotel. I had initially thought about other places, but after some consideration, I realized that it was the best and safest place we could go to.
G was now holding my upper arm and resting her head on my shoulder so sweetly, it would have been normal for the cabbie to think that we were a couple very much in love.
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Back at the Hotel
After about 10 minutes of enjoying in the soothing embrace and touches that G was giving me, the uncle had informed us that we’ve arrived.
It was around 2230 now, and G had earlier mentioned that no one would have been home that night so technically she could stay out as late as she wanted to, even till dawn. Hence this gave me reason to not just go straight to the action with her, but spend some more romantic time with her.
We made the decision to go to the nice bar facing the harbour, had a few more drinks, albeit lighter ones, and cuddled in a comfortable position with our backs to a high-backed and curved sofa directly by the full-height glass windows.
We sank in that comfortable position for almost half an hour, embracing each other’s warm bodies and fragrances, enjoying the live jazz music, indulging in the sweet and light drinks, and at the same time taking in the beautiful night lights from across the island.
If there is indeed heaven on earth, it was where I was in at that moment. Everything seemed beautiful, and pleasure in all forms came to me so naturally.
Alas, one chapter has to be closed for another to open. And as the jazz band announced their last piece of the night, I took a look at G, who was now half asleep with her eyelids delicately touching each other, revealing a tiny slit of her eyes. I ran my eyes down her entire body. Here she was, decked in plain blouse and jeans, but nonetheless still looking impeccable to me.
Looking down the smooth fair skin of her neck, into the tiny gap that the top of her blouse was presenting me with, I felt my now long asleep and soft penis start to regain a slight swelling.
I whispered softly but firmly into G’s ears, at the same time rubbing my nose against her beautiful rosy cheeks and taking in her scent, “Shall we go up?”
G looked at me with her now slightly groggy but still lovely eyes, and nodded slightly, making me feel strangely excited about the submissive feeling that she was giving.
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Back in the Room
When we were back in the room, both of us had become more conscious and I could feel the excitement brew up in my mind and body, which I knew to be a similar sentiment for G.
Almost in similar fashion to the previous night, we stepped into the room, closed the door behind us, and immediately began to lock both our bodies and lips in a tight hold, and ran our hands all over each other, which were fuelled with the need to caress each and every inch of the other’s bodies.
We weren’t leaning against the wall, so our hands, faces and lips had full liberty to slide, grope, fondle, suck and lick each other, in this up and down, up and down manner. This amorous act grew the fire in my heart, and of course my now thickened cock tremendously.
In less than 5 minutes, using my fingers to lift the stretchy blouse along her smooth waist up to half-way of her bra cups, the full palms of my hands to slide her tight jeans along her slim thighs and delicate legs onto her feet, and her fingers and lips to unzip and unbuckle my pants and pull it off my legs, we had managed to get ourselves into an erotic scene of partial undress. The dimness of the room, coupled with the glow from out the window had now highlighted the curves of G’s slim waist, revealed the firmness of her abdomen, and cast a beautiful shine on her impeccable thighs.
I lowered myself to her crotch area, hugged both of her glorious thighs, used my hands to fondle her perky buttocks, rubbed my nose and sniffed her slightly moist pussy through her thin and see-thru white cotton panties.
to be continued…