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Myself – In my early 50s, family man with a wife (also in her early 50s) & a son who’s still studying. Home is a 4-rm HDB flat in central S’pore.
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Amy – Approaching mid 40s & the elder of the two sisters. Never been married.
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Alice – Approaching mid 40s too as their age gap is only 1 year. Also never been married. Their home is a 5-rm HDB flat also in central S’pore. Living with their mother, maid & married brother & his family.
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Winnie – Late 30s, unmarried daughter of mother’s sister.
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Sarah – Early 20s, Indonesian maid.
The following is a true account about a relationship (which started in 2001) between myself & 2 spinster sisters.
Names, places, some conversations & certain occurrences have been purposefully changed or omitted to protect the identities of those mentioned lest some may know or find the persons familiar. But I’ll try to keep the gist of this narrative as intact & as accurate as possible.
The reason for me sharing this experience is not to gain any reputation or points but rather, to let the readers of this forum know that with patience, perseverance & luck, one can never imagine that such events can & actually do happen right here in Singapore…..
Readers may choose to believe or disbelieve this. The relationship is still on-going.
Main characters:
Chapter 1: How it all began
It’s my usual routine to buy breakfast for the wife & kid (from the nearby market cum hawkers’ centre) during weekends, holidays or when I don’t have to be in the office early. And it’s this routine that I got to know Amy & Alice.
We usually walk pass each other – me on the way back from the market with breakfast & they, on their way to the market with a shopping trolley in tow.
As we didn’t know each other then, it was only a quick glance & eye contact was a mere second or two.
One of the mornings as I saw the 2 ladies approaching, I noticed one of them whispering to the other. As we passed by one another, I could tell that the glances from both seemed to linger a bit longer than usual. Hmm, perhaps they were just checking me out, I jokingly thought to myself.
I’m just a bespectacled average looking middle-aged man with a slight paunch & I don’t even consider myself good-looking. Made me wonder what was that they saw in me that made them whisper to each other? This slight lingering look gradually progressed to a quick nod of the head accompanied with a smile (from all 3) as we continued passing by each other. I still didn’t think much about striking up a conversation with either of them.
As luck would have it (or fate, as some would put it…), it was one morning when one of the sisters queued up behind me at the same
“char bee hoon”
stall. This is a very popular stall with residents & sometimes the queue can take up to 10 minutes. I didn’t know what made me turn around but when I did, I was greeted with a shy smile from a familiar face.
“Hi!”
I said to her with a smile & acknowledging nod.
“You’re early today!”
I added. The conversation started in Mandarin as I overheard them conversing in that, during one of the earlier pass-by’s we had.
“Yes. You buying the bee hoon too?”
she replied, looking at the queue.
“This stall is very popular & the bee hoon tastes good. It’s also cheap, that’s why it’s always crowded”.
“Where’s your sister?”
I asked.
“How did you know that she’s my sister?”
was her reply, half laughing & added,
“Did she tell you?”
“No. But you both look so much alike that it’s only natural for people to think you’re sisters!”
“She’s my elder sister. I think she’s gone to the market”
“I’m Chan”
I said, extending my hand towards her.
“Alice”
, was her reply as she too extended her hand. It was a brief & limp contact of hands & with that I turned round to face the queue.
Nothing more was said & after I got my bee hoon, I turned round to her & said
“bye!”
as I walked away.
That was a Saturday morning & we bumped into each other again the following morning – this time as I was making my way home & they, to the market.
It was different this time as we stood for a while & Alice introduced me to her elder sister, Amy. After exchanging pleasantries, we stood for another minute or so exchanging views about the food choices in the market & hawkers’ centre.
I had to suggest making my way home as the coffee was turning cold as they seemed like they could’ve stayed on longer to chat.
Coming up, chapter 2 - How it started to develop…
Quote:
Originally Posted by
boob_man
Apologies, the relationship started in 2011 & not 2001 as stated.
Wow, one arrow shoot 2 spinsters. I suppose both are virgins..Slurrp!!!!
Faster continue, I pitched my tent waiting.
Chapter 2 – How it started to develop
It seemed to me that Alice & Amy have now timed their marketing to coincide with mine as it’s getting quite often that I bump into them at the hawkers’ centre instead of on my way home.
“How come now you’re earlier?”
I remember asking Amy one morning as I met them near the stalls.
“Come earlier not so crowded mah!”
was her reply.
“Are you buying the char bee hoon again?”
asked Alice.
“Why? Are you giving me a treat?”
I joked in reply. She looked at me & replied with a smile
“Aiya, bee hoon only mah! How much can you eat?”
With that, she made her way towards the stall & both Amy & I hurried after her. There was a queue as usual & it looked like it’ll take at least 5 minutes or longer.
Amy said to her sister that she’d do the marketing first & to call her on her mobile once she’s done, leaving me standing behind Alice.
Both sisters had long hair & I must admit that, a sweet scent of shampooed hair can be quite a turn-on, especially in the morning…
Alice was wearing a black bra as the straps were clearly visible on her shoulders. She had on a tee-shirt that was quite open & I could get a nice down-blouse view while standing directly behind her. Her breasts were not that big – average sized for a local female Singaporean. Unfortunately (for me), her bra fitted well & there were no gaps between bra & breast so I couldn’t get to peek at a nipple, though I badly wanted to!
“How many packets…”
she asked as she suddenly turned back towards me, catching my eyes looking down at her breasts.
Clearly embarrassed, I quickly shifted my gaze to the side & replied
“err, just one. It’s ok, I can buy for myself”
.
“No, it’s my treat!”
Alice insisted turning round to face the queue again. She definitely knew what I was looking at & this time, she used her hand to sweep her hair to the right side of her head, behind her shoulders. Tipping her head also to the right, I now had a very clear & unfettered view of both her cupped breasts. To see her breasts heaving in rhythm of her breathing was really giving me a hard-on.
Just then, someone happened to cut through in front of Alice & instinctively she took a step backwards.
That was all I needed! Here I was looking at a pair of gently heaving breasts & suddenly she stepped back & came into contact with my body. I knew for sure that she knew that she had come into contact with my family member down south.
For a normal person, the instinctive response is to quickly step forward again (for the person in front) & for the person at the back, to take a step backwards. But in this case, I could tell that she did not make any attempt to quickly move at all while I just stood my ground. That 3-4 seconds of contact was really heavenly!
After that, she stood very close to me allowing me to enjoy the down-blouse experience as well as occasionally rocking backwards to feel a stiff member poking at her back. It stayed that way until it came to our turn. How I wished that the queue in front would’ve taken a little longer…
It’s then that I thought there could be a chance to try my luck & see how this can progress…
Chapter 3 - Alice
I didn’t want to rush into anything & thought that I’d let things happen naturally. But at the same time, I
wanted
something to happen – more
lust
than anything else. Since the sisters have now changed their marketing timing so as to be able to meet me, surely this has to mean something…
I still don’t know which block they’re living in except that it has to be very near mine or else they wouldn’t be doing their marketing there. I don’t know anything about them apart from their names & that they’re sisters. At the same time, my brain was screaming out to me to think clearly & logically as the consequences should something untoward happens would be too great a risk, especially if we’re neighbours. My mind was racing, thinking blackmail, suicide, murder - all at the same time but with an image of a pair of gently heaving breasts in my mind…..
One morning as I was leaving my house, I told myself that I should at least try to get a contact no. from either one of them. A logical choice would be Alice as she seems to be the more outspoken of the 2 & also, she’s the one who’s been giving me the down-blouse peeks practically each time we happen to meet & queue at the same stall.
Like clockwork, I bumped into them at the junction of the road leading to the market.
“Wah, you two waiting for me ah?”
I joked as I approached them. No replies from either but smiles.
“I don’t feel like eating bee hoon today. Thought of buying youtiao”
I said as we made our way towards the hawkers’ centre. The market is situated beside the hawkers’ centre.
Alice then turned to me & asked
“What if we have our breakfast here instead of you buying back?”
That caught me off-guard as I never thought of having breakfast with them at the hawkers’ centre. It would seem a tad risky as we may bump into nosy neighbours who’re itching to take on the role of a Straits Times journalist or a STOMP reporter with smartphones that can zoom in & take HD quality photos or videos. I definitely want to avoid being another Yaw…….
“Er, it’s ok. My family’s waiting. Perhaps some other time”
was the only lame reply that I could mutter. I swore I could notice a look of disappointment on Alice’s face. Amy just walked with us, keeping silent. That was a Sunday as I remember clearly then asking Alice if she was free for lunch the next day, a Monday.
“Are you free for lunch tomorrow? Are you working?”
I asked.
Alice looked at Amy & they both exchanged some kind of a glance which seemed like an acknowledgement of some sorts – only that they could understand.
“You can or not?”
asked Alice in a tone that was not too believing.
“Cheh, would I be asking if I can’t?”
“What about your wife?”
came her reply.
I didn’t know what made me act coolly but I answered something like
“Oh, she’s not free tomorrow”
or something to that effect.
Judging from the look on her face, I could tell that the both of them were checking me out & it was a kind of a confirmation to them –
that I’m married
.
“Ok”
, I thought to myself. Let my marital status be clear right from the beginning so that there’ll not be a need for any lies or cover-ups later.
“Why, you want me to ask my wife along?”
I added jokingly.
“Would your wife mind or not?”
was the reply from Amy. I was surprised as she was silent all the while.
Looking at her, I said
“She works in the afternoons till the early evenings on weekdays so I usually lunch by myself”
“Will she mind?”
Alice asked parroting her sister.
“You want me to give you her mobile no. so you can ask her?”
I answered, half laughing.
“Never mind, what’s your mobile no.?”
I added quickly before she could answer.
Noting her no. on my mobile, we arranged to meet at the market the next day at 1.00pm. I didn’t even ask if it was the 3 or 2 of us lunching, or where were they staying. All I remembered then was the need to SMS my PA that I might not be in the office the next day.
Chapter 4 – How it began with Alice
I went through the rest of the day trying to act normal & at the same time, I was beginning to feel like a teenager again – anticipating of what may happen during or after lunch, the excitement, adrenalin & testosterone rush…..
To be honest, I’m not the role-model goody two-shoes type of husband or father that some are. I try to fulfil my responsibilities as best as I can in providing for the family. But, I’m still human after all & thank God, I can still enjoy sex
au naturale
…..
I’ve had my share of flings & short-term affairs. It’s the excitement & adrenalin rush that only men will be able to understand when going through such experiences. I’m not sure about you ladies, though…
It’s Monday.
After my wife left for work, I quickly showered, changed & drove to the market. I saw only Alice waiting.
She was surprised to see me drive in as she was thinking that we were going to eat at the hawkers’ centre. Reason that she was dressed very casually – sleeveless, open neck tees & bermudas.
Stopping by her side, she motioned me to lower the window. Popping her head in, she said
“I didn’t know you’re driving. I thought we’ll be eating here”
.
My eyes instinctively zeroed in on her chest. Her tees opened up in a wide gap revealing a pair of bra-clad breasts. The frontal view of a pair of dangling breasts in front of you is really a sight to behold! What’s more, they were
enshrined in a pair of black lacy-sequined type bra.
“Oh, er, I thought it’ll be better if we eat elsewhere as I’m quite sick of the food here”
was my reply. I shifted my gaze up to her eyes & I could tell that she knew what I was looking at – she had that smirk on her face.
“But I’m dressed like that, how to…”
she replied.
“Aiya no problem la, we can go someplace else”
I interrupted her midway.
“So, you want to come in or not?”
With that, she opened the door & slumped into the seat next to me.
“So, where’s your sister? You alone today?”
I asked not knowing whether to drive off or wait.
“She’s not coming. Going out with her friends…”
was her reply.
Turning to face her, my eyes again automatically focused on the gap in her tee-shirt. Her bra was pretty obvious, especially from the side as it was sleeveless. It was so tempting to just slip my hand in-between the gap just below her right armpit & squeeze them.
She obviously knew what I was looking at (though maybe not what I was
thinking
of!) & made no attempt in trying to cover up or block my view. Buckling up, she asked
“You don’t have to work today?”
.
“Took leave just to lunch with you!”
I joked in reply.
“Wah, real or not?”
“Abaden! Ok, so what do you feel like eating? Spicy or non-spicy?”
I asked as I drove out of the carpark.
“Anything bah. Up to you since it’s your treat”
she said.
”Wah, since when did I say that it’s my treat huh?”, “Just because I asked if you were free for lunch today means I have to buy you meh?”
She looked straight ahead, smiling & replied
“Aiyah, small matter la, who pay also never mind la. But I didn’t bring enough cash with me hor. So, if I not enough, then you pay the balance ok?”
“Aiya, it’s my treat today ok? You can treat me back some other time ok?”
Hmm, the treat that I have in mind is…..
We lunched at Muthu’s in Race Course Rd as I felt like eating something spicy & since I won’t be having any oysters either…..
It was a good opportunity for me to find out more about her & her sister.
I found out that they’re living with their mother & married brother’s family. Their dad recently passed away leaving them quite a substantial amount of
money from his insurance & estate. They’re living opposite from my block (unfortunately) & both are currently not working, for reasons unknown.
Trying not to sound interrogative, I tried to find out more about the 2 of them. Using questions like
“So your children in school?”
gave me the confirmation that they’re both still single.
Alice is more direct. She’d ask me questions like
“Where is your wife working?”, “How many kids you got?”, “What are you working as?” & “How old are you?”
type of questions. It’s more like an interview session - direct & no “beating-round-the bush”.
In a sense, I felt better in laying down all the cards on the table for her to see so that she knows fully well of the situation & that I’m not about to play poker with her.
Strip poker, maybe…
I found it hard to focus on our conversation as my gaze will very often shift to the gap in her tees. Her bra straps were clearly visible & she made no attempt to hide them under the narrow collar straps of the tees. The view is different when you’re sitting facing each other as compared with looking down but still, my mind kept replaying the picture of her dangling breasts.
As lunch progressed, we got to know each other better & when it was time to leave, both of us had found out more about each other. She also learnt that I was running a business of my own but I didn’t want to let her know where my office was – for the time being.
Since this was our first lunch together, I didn’t want to send her any wrong signals. While walking out to the car, I said to her
“I need to go to the office to clear some work. I’ll send you home first”
.
“No need la, I can go back by myself”
she replied.
“No way, I’ll send you home. Get in the car!”
I jokingly “commanded” her.
Apart from our weekend morning meet-ups, Alice & I met a couple more times for lunch. It was only that – lunch, nothing else. No “accidental” touches or bumps but there were a lot of down-blouse opportunities. Black, sequined, lacy bras seem to be her favourite. And no nip slips either. She always wore bras that seem to fill & fit her nicely. And it’s become somewhat a habit of having to release myself each time I get an extended viewing down-blouse session…..
It was during this time that I got to know more about her & Amy. More about them will slowly be revealed in the course of this narrative.
I must admit that naughty thoughts flood my mind each time I prepared to meet her but I resisted them, telling myself to be a bit more patient. I didn’t want her to get a bad impression of me lest I destroy whatever impression she has of me then.
Coming up next,
our first…..
Chapter 5 – Our first…..
It’s a late afternoon when my SMS tone beeped & the text message read
“Tonite you free? Want to meet?”
It was from Alice.
“Why? Want to buy me dinner is it? How come you suddenly ask me?”
I texted back.
The reply came almost instantaneously,
“Nothing important. If you’re not free then it’s ok”.
“Hmm…”
I wondered. Could this be the silver lining in the cloud at last & was I going to see that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? Better still, to get to touch, feel & maybe even taste it? Again, naughty thoughts started forming in my mind & my relative down south gave me a signal that he’s just awoken…..
I’ve been trying very hard not to spoil the relationship by suggesting anything that she might translate as me wanting something else. Suggesting resting in a hotel or driving to East Coast were definitely out of bounds at that time. And so, I had to act as that perfect gentleman to her, at least for the time being till the moment is right.
“Are you at home or working?”
the next SMS beeped even before I could reply her.
Instead of texting back, I called her.
“Miss me ah?”
I joked to her the moment she answered.
“You wish! You at home now ah?”
was her reply.
“I’m at the office. Why? Anything important that you need to see me or you just want me to accompany you for dinner?”
“Nothing lah. I just wanted to ask you something only, to get your opinion”.
“In that case, you want me to come pick you up or you want to meet me somewhere?”
“Will you be meeting your wife for dinner?”
she asked.
“It’s ok. I can tell her that I need to meet some clients at the last minute for drinks & dinner. I do that sometimes & she’s ok with it”.
“You sure?”
“Aiya, don’t be so long-winded. Tell me, you want me to pick you up or what?”
“Where are you now”
she asked.
“In my office near town area. I can reach your place in less than 20 minutes. Meet you at the carpark?”
There was a moment of silence as she pondered over it.
“Never mind, I’ll go & meet you. Which part of town are you at now?”
I’ve the feeling that maybe she wanted to come to my office to have a look-see but I wasn’t prepared for that – not especially when my PA & staff are still around! My wife drops by occasionally & most of my staff recognise her. It’ll be suicide for me to bring Alice into my office!
“You want to have dinner or coffee first?”
I quickly asked before she repeated her question.
“Anything lah”.
“Ok, in that case, why don’t we meet at the Starbucks next to Peace Centre in Selegie Road? 1 hour later, can? You know where or not?”
“Anything lor. Where you want to go for dinner? Can I dress casually or what?”
“Just wear what you feel like wearing lah. We’ll decide later. There’s an Indonesian restaurant there also. If you want, we can eat there also”.
“Ok lor. See you later”
. With that, we hung up.
Quite a few heads turned as she walked into the sitting area of Starbucks. I reached there earlier & managed to get one of the cushioned seats at the back.
She’s not beautiful
pe se
& neither is she very attractive. She looks like any ordinary woman her age but it’s usually her dressing that attracts attention. She knows she’s got a good figure & she’s not embarrassed to flaunt it.
Sleeveless, open & low-cut tees are her favourites. Seems that her bras fit well as her breasts don’t bounce much when she walks. Also, Her skin & complexion (as with her sister too) I must say, is smooth & good. Heads do turn occasionally when she walks past a crowd – more towards her breasts rather than face, I feel.
I signalled to her to let her know where I was.
“So what’s the deal?”
I asked as she approached me.
“What deal?”
she asked.
“That you wanted to ask for my opinion? On what?”
Giving in to the temptation of looking at her breasts, I stupidly & subconsciously added
“Want my opinion on a new tee-shirt is it?”
Boy, did that bombed big time…..
Showing signs of agitation, she said
“It’s about Amy lah, not me. I just thought of asking for your opinion on something, that’s all”.
“Amy?”
I replied in a surprised tone.
“Why, what’s wrong with her?”
“Aiya, why you men always like that? Can’t be serious one. Always joking & saying stupid things”
she started rattling in a slightly louder than usual voice.
Some people sitting around started throwing glances over at our direction.
“Great!”
I thought to myself. Just the attention I needed - a
“lovers”
quarrel, right in the middle of a public shopping space. Perhaps with some drama thrown in – like a slap or two? Problem is,
hell
, we’re not even
lovers
(yet), to begin with!!
“Er, no need to raise your voice leh. Got anything we can always talk, right?”
I said to her, pleading with my eyes.
“You say you want to ask for my opinion. Then ask lor. I didn’t say anything else mah right or not?”
“Why you must say I want to buy new tee-shirt?”
she retorted.
“Aiyo, that was a only a joke mah. Ok lah, sorry lor…”
I half whispered to her.
“Forget it iah. You men all the same one”.
With that, she got up & started walking briskly away¸ leaving me behind with my mouth half-open & some customers clearly amused at what they just seen & probably heard.
Once she was out of sight, I quickly made my move too, leaving my drink untouched.
And that my friends, was our first…….argument. What did you expect?
Sex?
Well it’ll happen soon enough in the upcoming chapters. Be patient, like me…..
Chapter 6 - Amy
“Eh, how come you alone today?”
I asked Amy as I met up with her at what has now become our “unofficial” meeting place before walking to the market.
“Where’s your sis?”
“Still sleeping”
was the reply.
It was a week since the incident with Alice & we haven’t been in contact. I didn’t give it much thought as I felt that it wasn’t that big a deal & also, we’re bound to meet at the market again during the weekend. But, they were nowhere to be seen that weekend.
It was the following Saturday that I bumped into Amy.
“Is she sick? I thought you two always go to the market together?”
I asked.
“Aiya, don’t know her la. Wake her up but she say she still want to sleep. So I go alone lor”
“Come, let’s have tau huay”
I suggested to Amy & walked towards the bean curd stall.
“You find a seat first while I go & get tau huay ok? You want youtiao or not?”
Looking surprised (as I’ve never sat or ate with them at the hawkers’ centre all this while), she replied
“Anything lor…”
I bought 2 bowls of bean curd & 2 sticks of youtiao while she managed to get a seat near the centre aisle of the centre.
“So, what’s with your sister”
I asked, in-between chewing my youtiao & slurping a spoonful of tau huay.
“Aiya, don’t know her la. Head-wind…”
came her reply.
“Why? You two quarrel ah?”
“Did she say anything to you”
she asked.
“Say what?”
I replied pretending to act blur.
“I thought you two met last week for dinner mah. She didn’t say anything meh?”
“Oh, that night. No la, she left halfway & we didn’t eat dinner together” “Why what’s the matter?” “Anything serious?”
I asked, sounding concerned.
“Nothing lah. Never mind, since she didn’t say anything…”
“She did say on the phone that she wanted to ask for my opinion. Something about you”
I interrupted,
“But when we met later, she got angry because of something I joked about & just left without saying anything”. “Why? Is there a problem?”
Sighing, she said softly
“Nothing important la. I don’t know whether I should be asking you or not”.
“Aiyoh, no need to stand on ceremony with me la. It’s not that I just got to know you yesterday! Anyway, it’s up to you, if you want to tell, tell. If not, forget it”.
Amy is different from her sister – in her dressing, actions, temperament & character. I got a first-hand experience of Alice’s temperament & I wondered if Amy shared the same traits. Maybe being the older one makes her more matured? She’s not so direct in speaking out as her younger sister & speaks in a softer & gentler tone. More ladylike, you may say whereas Alice is a little more brash.
Even her dressing – she’s always wearing tees (round high-neck with sleeves) & prefers denim skirts to bermudas or shorts. At least that’s what she wears when I see her.
The only common outward appearance with the two is that they both a good skin complexion & long hair. I’ve never had a down-blouse opportunity with Amy since we met but judging from the contours on her teeshirt, she looks quite good – unless she’s using paddings. Same as her younger sister, her breasts seldom shake or bounce when she walks.
Sighing again, she continued
“I don’t know how to start…”
.
“Just say what’s the first thing that’s on your mind”
I mumbled, looking at my bowl of tau huay.
“Should I get married?”
she muttered softly.
Nearly choking on the piece of youtiao in my mouth, I coughed out & said
“Huh? What did you just say? Married?” “You mean you’re getting married? That’s good of course! Congrats! Unless you don’t want to…”
“It’s not that”
she replied,
“At my age, should I be thinking of getting married?”
“Wah seh, you mean at your age cannot get married one meh?” “So, who’s he? I never heard you guys mention him before. That’s why it’s always your sister & me lunching right?”
I replied teasingly.
She went on to tell me that she’s currently seeing a man, divorcee with a kid. They’ve been going together for less than a year & he’s now suggesting marriage. She added that his reason was that he wants his child to have a mother as he can’t play both roles. He’s working as an electrical contractor – at least a stable job with a stable income.
“What’s important is how you feel”
I said, emphasising on the
“you”
.
“Do you want to get married in the first place? To him??”
“I don’t know. I’m worried that he might want another child. At my age, how can…?”
“Cheh, as long as you’re still having periods, you can still conceive”
I interrupted jokingly.
“I still got menses but I’m already approaching mid 40s. Too old to have a baby. Somemore, never give birth before & don’t know whether the baby will be normal or not”. “I don’t think I want baby lor. Scared to give birth”.
On hearing what she said, I mentally told myself (if I ever get a chance to bed her), not to expect to pop a cherry. But then, since she’s never given birth, her love-tunnel should at least feel tight, right?
Finishing our tau huay & youtiao, I told Amy that I needed to get going & buy breakfast for my family or they’ll be wondering why I’m gone for so long.
I asked her if she wanted to meet up, for lunch or dinner so that we can talk & she said that she’ll let me know.
We went our separate ways after that.
Next, the opportunity that I’ve been waiting for…..
Chapter 7 (i) – The lead-up
“Still angry with me ah?”
was the text I sent to Alice before noon that day. It was a Saturday & my wife left after breakfast on a company (overnight) trip to Batam. She’ll be back late tomorrow night while my son will be staying over at his friend’s place. Yes, opportunity beckons!!
“I don’t like, to sleep alone…”
mentally singing the song by Paul Anka.
“Why? What you want?”
was the reply that came back.
“Never see or hear from you one week already, got think of you a bit”
I deftly texted back. Quickly following up with another text before she replied, I said
“Aiya, sorry la. I didn’t mean to make you angry. Just joking only mah. Anyway, met your sis this morning & she told me a bit already”
. I purposefully left it at that wanting to see if she’ll bring up the matter again.
“What did she say?”
the reply read.
“Not much. I think maybe she don’t want lor…”
Some minutes passed without a reply & just as I was about to call her, the text beeped.
“You eat already?”
I called instead of texting.
“Breakfast yes, lunch no. You want to have lunch with me?”
“You no need to eat with your family meh? Today Saturday you know?”
she asked.
“Wife went to Batam with her company & son not in. All coming back tomorrow night. So, you want to eat or not. I’m hungry”
.
”Wah, the bird can fly out of the cage ha!”
she laughed.
“I don’t know which bird you talking about la. So how? Want or not?”
“What you feel like eating”
she asked.
“Oysters & abalone”
I immediately replied not knowing if she knew what I was driving at.
Either she didn’t catch my hint or she pretended not to understand.
“Wah no occasion eat abalone for what? Oyster can go Parkroyal Beach Road buffet lor”
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“Aiya anything la. I pick you up at the junction. What time?”
“I haven’t bathe somemore. Aiya, one hour later can?”
she asked.
“Wah, you need one hour to bathe ah? You use what soap?”
I asked in disbelief.
“You got hot-pool at home is it? Can earlier or not. Like that when you ready, not lunchtime already lor. Can go eat high tea instead”
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“Aiya ok, ok la. Half an hour can?”
“Wah lau eh. Ok la”
and with that I hung up. As the weather was hot, I too went to have a quick shower.
I was expecting her to be dressed in her usual fashion and was surprised to see her mirroring Amy’s dressing style as she walked towards the car. She wore a plain red teeshirt & a pair of denim skirt.
Remembering her temperament, I held back in commenting about her dressing lest I get a replay of what happened at Starbucks.
Trying to get a conversation going, I asked
“What shampoo you use ah? Everytime I want to ask you but I forget”
.
“Why? Smelly is it?”
she asked sarcastically.
“No. Actually the smell very nice. Everytime I smell the shampoo smell, very nice leh…”
I was tempted to say that it was always a turn-on but again, remembering her temperament…
”Ok, so go where?”
I asked.
“Chin chye la, I also hungry, Never eat breakfast”
It was already past 1.00pm & I suddenly remember the kebab stall on the ground floor of Peace Centre. I ate at that place a couple of times & the taste isn’t bad.
“You eat kebabs?”
I asked.
“Anything also can. Where?”
“Peace Centre. There’s a stall on the ground floor. Not bad, quite nice. But space small & sometimes quite crowded”
.
“Today Saturday will be crowded meh?”
she asked while running her fingers through her hair trying to keep it from entangling. It was still damp after her wash & she didn’t have time to dry it. In the car with the air-con blowing, the scent was really getting to me.
The kebab stall was crowded but luckily we didn’t have to wait long to get a seat. Placed my order & went to get canned drinks from the cooler.
“Eh, that guy look like Jesus hor!”
Alice remarked, looking at the Turkish man slicing the chicken kebab from the roast-stand.
“Yah hor!”
I exclaimed. Teasing her, I asked
“You want to go and ask him?”
“Tsk”
she answered playfully hitting my hand. Actually I knew that the owner bears some resemblance to Jesus & one of the reasons the stall is crowded was that customers liked to see him. Besides being good-looking, the food also tasted good.
The sandwich rolls came & we started eating, silently. Uncomfortable with the silence, I broke it asking
“How’s it? Nice?”
“Ok la. So-so”
she answered with her mouth filled with chicken meat.
“Amy told you we met this morning?”
I asked.
“Ya. Told me she told you”
.
“You want to tell me more?”
And so, she started relating to me – the story of her sister Amy.
Approaching 44, she had only one serious relationship in her life, many years ago. She was so in love with her ex, presumably because she sacrificed her most prized possession (according to Alice) to him expecting them to get married.
But the relationship didn’t work out & she took it very badly. Remained single ever since, but had a few boyfriends in-between. Sadly, none of them could make her agree to marriage.
Then appeared Lim, an electrical contractor who happened to come by her previous workplace as her boss needed some re-wiring work done. That was how they met each other.
They slowly became an item, even going to Genting Highlands for weekend getaways a few times. And, there were the usual squabbles that couples usually have.
According to Alice, Lim seems ever interested in sex & Amy on the other hand, just gives in but doesn’t really enjoy it. So sometimes, she rejects him & that’s when they end up squabbling.
I didn’t dare probe further & ask if she didn’t enjoy sex as an act or doing it with Lim.
I was to find that out myself later on…..
Lim was a divorcee with a kid. His wife left him while his son was still a baby – for another man. And since then, he tried hard in taking on the roles of being a father & mother. But it was tough, given the nature of his job as he sometimes needed to work overtime to ensure that projects can be completed.
“Want to have coffee at Starbucks?”
I asked Alice after we finished eating.
“Wah, you still can drink ah?”
She said looking bemused.
“Up to you. I’m very full already. Cannot go in some more”
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We crossed the road & walked into the air-conditioned comfort of the building. I was worried that it might trigger some sort of memory reaction in her but she appeared nonchalant about it. Starbucks was full but the nearby juice stall had some available seats. Moving quickly, I headed towards the only sofa in the stall.
“Why must sit here? Got chair there mah”
exclaimed Alice as she caught up with me and pointing to some empty chairs in front.
“Cushion seat more comfortable. Backside not pain”
I replied. Grinning, she plonked down to my left & laughed.
We sat quite close together – close enough for our bodies to come into contact. In between sipping my drink, we continued talking about Amy. But I was more interested in knowing more about Alice’s past. I got a strong gut feel that she’s had sex before but that didn’t matter. What mattered was how can I get to taste that piece of abalone so within my reach, but yet can’t get to it…..
“What about you?”
I asked her during a moment of silence.
“Me why?”
she replied curiously.
“Are you with anyone now?”
“Ya, with you lor…”
“Aiya not that la, I mean you got boyfriend?”
Keeping silent for awhile, her looked then changed to that of a mixture of anger, frustration & sadness all rolled into one. A kind of “helpless & hopeless” type of look.
“Aiya don’t ask la”
she replied softly.
“Sorry. If you don’t feel like saying, it’s ok”
.
“No, not that”
, she said & continued
“My sister & me got no luck in love”
.
“Why you say that?”
I asked.
Sighing, she said
“Cannot find the right one then how? You expect we all just marry anyone meh?” ”Desperate la, but cannot show we desperate right?”
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I’m not sure whether her action was done on purpose or subconsciously, but she started leaning towards me, letting her head rest on my left arm. Her hands were clasped on her thighs & we were both sort of like slumped on the sofa.
We stayed that way for a while, not talking but each in our own thoughts. I didn’t know what was she thinking about then but my mind was in overdrive. Should I take the risk & go for broke? What can it mean when she’s resting her head on my arm? What should I do next? These questions were racing through my head one after the other!
Without speaking, I moved my left hand over to her clasped hands, covering them. I was testing to see if she’d moved them away to avoid contact. If she did, then the message was clear. But to my surprise, she did nothing.
I squeezed her hands intermittently in a playful manner but she just kept quiet, not responding. Breaking away for a moment to take a sip, I leaned back & she automatically rested her head on my arm again. I purposefully did that to see if she’d resume the position or move away. That to me, seemed like a signal of sorts.
Going for broke, I turned towards her and planted a light kiss on top of her head, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. At the same time, I squeezed her hands tighter. I was prepared for a slap or a replay of the incident at Starbucks but she just looked straight ahead, keeping silent & didn’t look up.
“Your shampoo smell still there. Very nice”
I said to her.
“Hmm?”
she replied in a dreamy manner & looked up towards me.
Without a word, I moved my head towards her & kissed her on her lips. It was a quick peck. Again, I braced myself for Armageddon but to my surprise, there was no response from her. No reaction, no words. Nothing.
I quickly excused myself to go to the gents. i I thought to myself while in the cubicle.
“Ask her to go to 81? Wait kena slap how?”
the feeling of sexcitement & fear happening at the same time was really a huge turn-on for me but alas, making my legs soft like jelly!
She was still slouched on the sofa when I returned . As I took a seat & leaned back, she rested her head on my arm again.
“So what you want to do?”
I asked hesitantly.
“Donno”
she replied, almost whispering.
“You want to sit here or go somewhere else? Here not so comfortable leh.”
I said haltingly. I was nervous as hell saying that but I knew for sure that she was getting the hint.
Summoning up my courage, I decided to be more direct.
“Can we be alone?”
I asked.
“Want to go somewhere more private?”
“Where you want to go?”
she replied, and after pausing for a few seconds said,
“You want to go hotel is it?”
The tone of voice in which she asked was not one of annoyance or anger. More of curiosity.
That question nearly made me slide down the sofa. This is the first time that a woman has brought up the suggestion to me!
“If you don’t mind”
was all I reply.
“Here where got hotel?”
“Further down the road got one”
, I replied. Pausing for a second or two, I asked
“How?”
“Aiya, let’s go la”
getting up & grabbing her bag as she said that.
There was no room available at 81 but we managed to get a single room on the groudfloor at Fragrance next door. Since there were no windows in that room, I couldn’t get any signal from my mobile. I was thinking of what excuse to give to my wife should she call & can’t get through. But with what was laying ahead, I didn’t want to give it much thought & spoil my mood.
Next chapter’s what you guys have been waiting for…..
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Long-winded as it may seem, I’m trying to recreate events that occurred a year ago through memory. Also, I’m trying to create the depth of the characters so that you can (hopefully) enjoy a more enriching reading experience once you can relate and identify with them – their words, actions and thoughts.
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So, without further delay…..
Chapter 8 (i) – An experience that’s…..
Turning on the lights, we were shocked to see how small & cramped the room was. There was hardly space to move & the toilet was too small to fit two people. And with a single bed, there’s nothing much you can do on it either…..
“Sigh”
, I’ve gotten this far & was not about to waste the opportunity.
“You want to take a shower?”
I asked as she moved to the bed. Pointing the remote to the television & switching it on, she replied
“Later, you go first”.
“Ok. Then I go and shower first”
. I was wondering whether to strip in front of her or do it in the toilet. Taking off my tee-shirt, jeans & leaving just the briefs on, I went into the bathroom.
Thoughts were rushing through my head then. I didn’t have a condom with me and how was I to tell her? There was a sundry shop on our way out earlier but it was closed. At least it would show her that I wasn’t prepared for sex. But on the other hand, what if she said
“No condom no sex!”
“Ok”,
I told myself. Since I got this far by being direct, it’ll be good to continue being direct. If she doesn’t allow any penetration, then I’ll just try pushing my luck to see how far she’ll go. I needed to release no matter what or how.
Opening the bathroom door, I said
“Er, I don’t have a condom. I usually don’t carry one with me”
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Getting up, she brushed past me and as she closed the bathroom door, she said softly
“Never mind”
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Boy that sounded positive to me! Quickly pulling back the blanket & sheets, I crawled in & lay in anticipation. A local drama was playing on channel 8.
I could hear the water stop & the showerhead being put back. Awhile later, the door opened & she appeared with a towel wrapped round, her clothes in one hand. She hung them up, pulled back the sheets and climbed in, covering herself.
She just laid there & kept quiet. Turning to my left, I raised my elbow & rested my cheek on my palm.
“Why so quiet?”
I asked. This wasn’t the brash Alice that I know.
“Huh?”
she replied, pulling the sheet higher towards her neck. Her eyes were focused on the television, paying attention to the drama. She was still wrapped in the towel while I’ve already taken mine off leaving it under the sheet. I don’t think she knew that I was completely naked then.
“You look very attractive”
I said softly to her, while stroking some strands of her hair on her forehead with my other hand.
Clearly nervous, all she uttered was another
“Huh?”
, eyes still fixed onto the TV screen.
Without saying another word, I brought my lips to her forehead, kissing it gently & slowly moving down her face. It was a gentle brushing of lips on skin, deliberately slow, not rushing.
I could feel her responding to the kissing as her breathing slowly became laboured. She turned to the left, pushing her other cheek deeper into the pillow, perhaps to muffle the soft moans escaping from her parted lips.
I was slowing kissing her from her temple, down to her neck and back. Once I reached her shoulders, I made my way back up again, using my tongue this time, flicking gently. This went on a few times until I turned her back to face me. Her eyes were closed & she looked like on a high.
Closing my eyes, I kissed her on the lips. She automatically opened hers & our tongues had no problem introducing themselves. She was still a little stiff & kept her hands by her side.
While our tongues were getting to know one another, I gently placed my hand on her left breast. The towel was still wrapped round her & it felt damp. I just rested my hand on top of her breast, not moving or squeezing. All this while, we were still lip-locked.
I could feel her nipple hardening under the towel. Breaking the kiss, I continued to kiss her neck & shoulder, making my way slowly to her breast.
Cupping her left breast with my mouth, I exhaled, releasing a gush of warm air onto her. She let out a soft moan & arched her back slightly in response. Her nipple is rigid by now.
Continuing the action every few seconds, my hand decided to venture on its own. Brushing my fingernails in a circular manner, I stroked her thighs, first the left, then right, lightly. She didn’t flinch or felt ticklish. The fleshy part of my palm came in contact with her privates & I could feel the coarseness of her pubic hair.
Responding to the electrical surge going through her body, she spread her legs slightly, perhaps signalling me to touch her there.
I moved my hand back up again to remove her towel. As we were still kissing, I couldn’t get a peek at her breasts. My hand was introduced to them before my eyes or mouth.
Cupping her left breast again, I placed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger & began a gentle rolling motion, like how one would use a Q-tip to clean the ear. I alternated that motion with a gentle flicking with the forefinger as well.
This was clearly having an effect on her. Her breathing intensified and she was spreading her legs in an “open & close” motion intermittently.