Lifting her blouse again, I signalled her to hold on to the sides using her hands. Her bra was slightly above her breasts, turned inside out. I reached behind to unclasp it but she caught hold of my hand and shook her head. I guess she was afraid of a raid and wouldn’t like to get caught with her bra down…..
Respecting her request, I lowered my head to her breasts again, picking up from where I left off. My cock, apparently aware of what’s going on, started to rise and twitch with excitement. She noticed and wrapped her hand round, trying to keep him warm. I could feel him twitching and getting familiar with her hand…..
My right hand, meanwhile was fiddling with the button on her shorts. It was very tight and took me several moments just to be able to un-button it. Unzipping it, I slid my hand in, cupping her pussy over her panties. She was squirming by now and giving off muffled moans. As we were in a cubicle covered only by a curtain, any loud noise can easily be picked up outside. It was a good thing that the volume of the TV in the reception area was higher than normal, presumably to help the deaf hear.
Giving her a peck on her lips, I rested my head against her left cheek, as if we were slow dancing. We were both now hugging each other and her hand was moving up and down my cock fairly quickly. I had to stop her and asked her to slow down or else my bro will be sneezing soon enough. I wanted to focus on her pussy.
Looking down into her shorts, I noticed that she was wearing a red panty. Wah piang eh, talk about colour co-ordination – skin coloured bra with a red panty. Can you imagine that? The only consolation was that it wasn’t one of those granny type cotton panties. It was silky to the touch. Ahem, back to the action…..I slid my right hand into her panty and it felt a little damp. Looks like her juices had already started seeping out. Using my middle finger, I found her clit and started to rub on it. That brought an instant reaction from her. She hugged me tighter and started breathing harder. Stifling her groans, she swayed her hips in tandem as my finger now applied more pressure and rubbed furiously. I could now feel her juices flowing as she was getting more and more excited. In a swift motion, I slipped the same finger into her pussy and that made her jumped.
Scenes of those Jap porn videos where the man furiously finger fucks the woman, I recreated the scenes with this Chinese woman in front of me. Unable to withstand the electrical sensation surging through her body, she abruptly stopped me by putting her hand on mine. Whimpering and shaking her head continuously, she was repeating
“so pu liao, wor so pu liao…..” (“Can’t take it, I can’t take it…..”)
.
I then stood up and asked her to lay on the bed. She did as told and lifted her hips as I removed her shorts and panty. Lying half naked, her breasts were heaving as she gasped for breath. I got a bit worried in case she suffered a heart attack then! She knew what I was going to do next and quickly covered her pussy with her left hand, shaking her head at the same time.
“Bu ker yi”
she said.
Moving her hand away, I shook my head & told her to relax and that I wasn’t going to enter her. Moving her right leg and dangling it over the side of the bed, I positioned myself in front of her pussy. Holding on to my cock, I started to rubbing on her clit, up and down. It was an erotic feeling especially with the coarse bristles of her pubic hair rubbing against my cock. I let go of my hands and leaving my cock on her pussy, began a fucking motion. Feeling the build-up in my balls, I started rocking faster. She was squirming vigorously now and biting her lips to prevent from herself from groaning out loud. Her fingers were gripping the sheets until they became wrinkled.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
I panted in a half whisper, keeping up with the speed and rhythm. As the build-up led to the ultimate eruption and, shaking from the spasms, I spurted hard onto her pussy. Holding onto my convulsing cock, I spread my cum while squirting at the same time over her bush, as if applying kaya on a toast. As the last drops dribbled down, I lay on her panting. She too, was breathing heavily.
Just like reading an FR on Sammyboy, isn’t it? Well, below is my
“FR”
…..
Name: Didn’t ask,
Age: Late 30s maybe?
Breast: Best! 36D at least!!
GFE: 8/10
Massage: 7/10
HJ: Never try
BJ: Never try
FJ: 7/10. No penetration
RTF: Maybe
Damage: $40 massage + $80
Please don’t ask me for contact details. The shop is no longer there. I went back a couple of times after that but it’s no longer operating now.
So, that’s my SOS (Sex On Sunday) experience. Next,
“A battle of…..”
Still waiting for your “further developments” with the sisters.
Somehow having an eccentric spinster woman for fb is quite scary..1 woman at home already difficult to manage (at least for me..stressful), kind of scary to imagine managing more than one. That’s why can only come in here to live the fantasies of other people’s stories.
Wow bro this is one of the few authentic and convincing stories. Thanks for taking the time to write.
Chapter 12 – “A Battle of…..”
“You know what you’re getting yourself into or not?”
my inner voice boomed, as it began a full scale assault on my mind, bombarding me with a salvo of question after question.
“Still want to continue fucking Alice?”, “Want to fuck Amy too?”, “Winnie as well?”, “Shiok hor!”, “Can you handle all three? How?”, “Got think if you kena caught, then how?”, “How, how, how???”
I felt like screaming out, asking for the questions to stop.
“Aiya, never mind lah. Can fuck, don’t want ah?”
the devil in me intervened.
“Can fuck, fuck first, worry later!”, “You don’t fuck, other people will. Why waste your chance right?”, “Don’t worry lah, follow Nike, just do it…..”
It’s a straight two-way fight in this
“e-rection”
. Either choose (to)
“Pay And Play”
or settle with (a)
“Willing Partner”
. No need for any
“stand-bys”
or
“leaked sms’es”
.
If I choose to
“Pay And Play”
, then there’s not too great a fear or worry of getting caught or found out. No strings attached. But if it’s a
“Willing Partner”
, what happens if, and or when the partner becomes
“unwilling”
,
“showing disunity”
or
“cracks appearing”
within the relationship?
Run away from my home, my estate, my country…..?
This is really starting to give me a severe migraine.
It’s become an epic battle of the conscience and I’ve never had such a headache like this for the past twenty one years – since 1991, to be exact.
“Aiya, so how like that?”
If I can get a “Willing Partner” then of course good lah. But If not, “Pay And Play” also can as it’s always around. Either way, I won’t lose mah right? My needs will still be met, maybe not so fast only la…..
“So don’t think so much, ok?”
That was the devil in me, reasoning with my conscience…..
Since my first session with Alice, I was always looking forward to our next liaison, if there was ever to be. Now, both Amy and Winnie have gotten into my
cross-hairs
as well. It’s become somewhat a mission to try and conquer those peaks and explore the deepest recesses of their caves.
Mission impossible?
Well let’s wait and see…..But at least, I don’t
“explode”
just after five seconds…..
“Wat r u doing?”
I texted Alice. It’s an early weekday afternoon just past 1.00 and I had some free time. It was about fifteen minutes before I received a reply from her.
“Juz finish manicure session. Y? U free is it?”
was her reply. Not adept in co-ordinating thumb or finger with keypad, I called instead of replying.
“No lah, A bit free now and juz thinking what you’re doing?”
I said.
“Eat already? Want to go for tea or coffee?”
I asked.
“Ya, took my lunch already. Meeting my sis later. She wants to go shopping. If you want to meet, can lor, for awhile”
she replied.
“Where are you now? Home or office?”
“My home is my office and my office is also my home”
I answered jokingly.
“Hah?”
she replied, obviously not getting the joke.
“What you mean? Home or office?”
she repeated, getting a bit impatient.
“Office lah”
I quickly replied before I changed her mood.
“What time you meeting Amy?”
.
“Around 6 plus at 313 Somerset. She’s meeting Lim after that. I don’t think I want to go too far. Wait very troublesome to go there. MRT sure crowded one. You want to meet me there or not?”
she asked.
“Ok. Want to go Starbucks in Centrepoint? Just across the road only. How soon can you be there?”
I asked.
“15 minutes. I’m at Far East Plaza now”
she replied.
“Ok, see you at Starbucks in 15 minutes”
.
She was aptly dressed for an Orchard road outing - not the usual open-neck, sleeveless tee and bermudas but in a cute greenish tank-top outfit with matching shorts.
“Wah, today wear so sexy, who you meeting later ah?”
I exclaimed as she approached me.
“Like that call sexy meh?”
she answered as we walked into Starbucks.
Catching me looking at her, she put down her cup and asked
“Why you keep looking at me like that? I very ugly meh? Why, this tank top not nice is it?”
sounding defensive and subconsciously looking at her outfit.
“Why? Cannot look at you meh?”
I said.
“I got say you look ugly or your tank top not nice?”
. Continuing, I added
“Don’t know why, but I like to look at you, can or not?”
smiling as I said that.
“Aiya, don’t talk nonsense lah. How come you today so free ah?”
she interjected.
“If I got nothing on, then I’m very free. But if got meeting with client or staff then I not free lor”
I replied in a comical tone.
“Tsk”
was all she said as she rolled her eyes.
I took the opportunity to find out more about Alice. Afraid of, and remembering her temperament, I dared not to ask direct questions, more subtle ones and
“beat-round-the-bush”
type questions. So, over coffee, she slowly filled in the answers to the questions I had.
I found out that she too, had gone through not one, but three failed relationships which led her to lose all faith in having future serious relationships, much less, get married. Unlike her sister Amy who turned pessimistic after only one bad experience, Alice was more optimistic then. She thought that if after going through a rough patch, the next one may turn out to be smoother. Alas, but that was not to be. Jumping from one relationship to another in succession in a bid to seek solace from the previous one only left her mentally and emotionally drained. I was dead curious to know if it also left her physically drained, but that was one question I’d better avoid asking…..
“We women not the same as you men”
she said, taking a sip of her coffee.
“You men only think of one thing. You should know what I mean,”
putting her cup down.
Acting blur, I asked
“What do you mean? What one thing?” “Aiya, don’t keh keh lah, you know what I mean”
she said.
“What? Sex?”
I asked.
“Ya lor, what else?”
she exclaimed raising her hands and wringing them in mid air.
“You men always think of sex. When we say don’t want, you ask why? Ask wait can or not, you ask wait for how long? Say they love us, and if we also love them, then why cannot do? Don’t give, not happy, pull long face. Give already, say not enough, want some more, hiya…..”
she said, with a look of hopelessness and resignation on her face.
Sighing, she continued
“Like smoking like that. One stick finish, gian want to smoke another stick. Smoke all until finish, then throw away the box”
. She seemed to hit the nail right on the head, with that remark. I never really thought of us men in
that
sense, and she made a very good and factual point by saying that.
“But some people actually collect empty boxes, you know?”
I wanted to say but decided otherwise, fearing that she may counter by replying
“Ya, but how many empty boxes you want to keep? Keep where?”
Yet again, another valid but unspoken point.
Looking at her without saying anything, she continued to add
“You all must try to understand we all women. We also human and sometimes also gian to do. But we not like machine, can on and then after that, off. You see sexy naked woman, brother sure stand, but if we see sexy naked man, sister won’t get wet so easily one. We must at least like the man first before we want to do. Like that then shiok ma! Got feeling…..,”
beginning to sound explicit in her explanation and making tiny gestures with her hands. I had to hush her as her voice was getting a bit loud and I was afraid that the occupants at the next table can overhear us.
Not wanting her to explain further in case she turns more animated, I changed the subject asking her
“Before we know each other, I sometimes see you whisper to your sister whenever you both see me walking towards you. What you whispering about ah? I’m very curious to know”. “Say you suai lor, yen tau. Some more what you want to hear?”
she replied laughing out loud.
Wah seh, you really
“boh ee eh pian”
if you know what I mean.
“You believe ah?”
she continued, chuckling.
“No lah, I tell my sister wah, this man look like very good one. Always go buy breakfast for family. Cannot be buy only for himself because he holding a few packets of kopi and plastic bags. This kind of man now very hard to find”. “Well, now you find already lor!”
I replied with a grin. She glared at me without replying.
“About that day at Starbucks, sorry ah!”
I said apologetically to her. Either she has a short memory span or pretended to have forgotten about it. She asked with a puzzled look
“Why, what happened?” “You mean you forgot already?”
I asked.
“Forgot what?”
she said.
“Aiya, never mind lah. If forget already then forget lor…..”
I replied, asking myself if she had really forgotten the incident.
We stayed silent for some time as she was busy fiddling with her iphone.
“So, you have anywhere to go or anything to do until you meet your sis?”
I asked her. My watch showed that it was close to 3.00pm.
“It’s still early now. Another three hours. Don’t tell me you want to sit here for another three hours? You want to drink the whole Starbucks ah?”
I joked,
“Or you want to go jalan jalan?”
.
“Jalan where? Don’want la. Weather so hot outside, wait perspire then body sticky. Not going home so soon, very uncomfortable wait. What about you? You got any appointment?”
she replied.
I didn’t know what prompted me say it but it just came blurting out
“If sticky then go and bathe lor”
. The simple mindedness in her showed as she answered
“Don’t want la. Go home bathe then come out again. Very ma huan. If I go home, I don’t feel like going out again”
.
“Who say must go home and bathe?”
I replied, allowing my pent-up testosterone to take over and obviously, forgotten the meaning of the word death. I didn’t know where the courage appeared from as never in the life of me dared I, to ask that question! She looked at me for awhile, keeping quiet. I guess her thought processes and reasoning logic have begun running by now. Reacting normally, she asked in a cool manner,
“Then, bathe where?”
half smiling. She definitely knows what I’m driving at by now. Before I could answer, she continued,
“You mean hotel bathroom also can bathe is it?”
I swore that I could see my life flashing in front of my eyes then!
I swallowed hard not knowing what to say at that moment. Being a matured woman, she took control of the situation and asked point blank
“So, you want to go to hotel with me again is it?”
I’ve never felt so lost and speechless in front of anyone before, but then again, I’ve also never met anyone who’s so direct as Alice. Not daring to look her in the eyes, I looked at the wall behind her and garbled
“Not that la”. “Then if not that, you tell me where else can I bathe? Your house ah?”
she asked, sounding assertive this time. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead and my palms were getting sweaty, even though the temperature there was cool and comfortable.
Realising her outburst was creating a tension in the atmosphere, she softened up. Touching my arm, she said
“Sorry. I didn’t mean that. Ok, I don’t mind bathing in a hotel bathroom but I need to meet my sis on time, can?”
My mind was in chaos then. A few seconds ago, she was berating me and now, she’s sounding affectionate.
“Do I still have the mood to carry on?”
I asked myself. Before I could even answer myself, she leaned towards me and whispered in my ear,
“Now not safe. Must use cap. If you don’t have, can go downstairs and buy. No cap cannot. I wait for you here”
.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry…..what I remembered then was telling her that I don’t carry one and now she’s telling me that I can go buy one from Cold Storage downstairs! Is there a 4D or Toto draw on that day??
Well, you should know what lies in store in the next chapter,
“My second time…..”
Chapter 13 – My second time…..
My mind was racing faster than Jenson Button or Louis Hamilton as I drove.
“Should I? Or shouldn’t I?”
I kept asking myself over and over again. Alice was next to me, earpiece in place and humming to a tune playing from her iphone.
My inner voice kept telling me
“Don’t! It’s still not too late. Come up with an excuse and tell her that you can’t make it”. “Don’t,”
the devil in me interrupted,
“Can fuck a willing partner you don’t want ah? You want to pay and play is it? Stoopid, ah you?”
I was in two minds about wanting to have sex with Alice then. Her erratic behaviour was a bit too much for me to accept. I was worried that she may be schizophrenic or worse still, psychotic! I could see myself in bed all tied up,
a la
fatal attraction while she had a razor hidden on her tongue…..I could read the front page news of The Straits Times the next day, flashing in front of me –
“Man found dead, castrated in hotel room; Blood soaked penis scotch-taped to mirror on dressing table…..”
Wah lau eh, si beh chiat lat man…..
With the stress and images building up inside my mind, I unintentionally overshot a traffic light after it had turned red and immediately stepped on the brakes. Tyres screeching, the impact caused Alice to jerk violently forward, dropping her mobile in the process. Instinctively, my left hand moved towards her chest, pressing against her to prevent her from injuring herself. Both her breasts squashed directly into my arm. It was just for a split second as her seatbelt prevented her from jerking further.
“You ok?”
I asked.
“Shit, you know how to drive or not?”
she half shouted, visibly shaken, and trying to retrieve her mobile phone. Curious stares came from pedestrians crossing the road. I rested my right elbow on the window panel and covered my face with my hands fearing that I might be recognised.
While replaying the image of her breasts being squashed onto my arm and the imminent prospect of having sex with her again, my brain then decided to overrule whatever remaining logic that was left in it. Seemed like the jolt had also thrown my inner voice to an outer space…..
“How come this hotel again?”
asked Alice as I turned right to park at Selegie House. She was looking left at the direction of Hotel 81 and Fragrance.
“You like this hotel hor? Always come here is it?”
she asked.
“No la,”
I answered,
“It’s on the way mah, come down from Orchard. Some more will be easier for me to send you to meet your sis later”
I added. Being a weekday afternoon, we managed to get a room with a window at 81 easily this time. Both of us kept silent while riding up to the fourth floor in the lift.
“This room much better and bigger than the other one hor,”
Alice commented as the lights came on. Lowering the temperature of the air-con I said, without looking at her,
“Please don’t misunderstand ok! I don’t come to this type of place often. Very seldom one,”
sounding straight faced.
“Ya sure! And cows don’t eat grass either…..”
- looks like my inner voice has found its way back…..
She didn’t say a word. Leaving her bag on the bed, she headed straight into the bathroom. I meanwhile got undressed but left my briefs on as I wouldn’t like her to see me naked when she came out. It may make her think that I was too eager to get started. After a few minutes, she appeared wearing a shower cap and as liked the previous time, wrapped in a towel with her clothes hanging over her hand. I walked into the bathroom while she hung up them up.
A movie on HBO was playing on TV when I came out, with the towel wrapped round my waist. She had already gotten into bed with the sheets pulled up to her neck – an opposite scenario from our last encounter - then, I was in bed when she came out. Pulling the sheets down so that I can climb in, she moved back to give me space. I sat leaning back against the headboard while she laid flat to my right.
I dared not to make any move too quickly as my inner voice, now back, said softly in my mind,
“You sure you want to do this? You not scared ah? It’s still not too late you know?”
The devil in me, lurking behind the shadows countered,
“Of course you want to do this! Why are you here with her then?”
To be honest, my bro was totally oblivious to the battle going on in my mind – he was still sound asleep…..
“Hmm, so comfortable, feel like sleeping”
Alice murmured while yawning and stretching.
“Ok uncle, if she sleeps now, you won’t be able to do anything until time’s up. Let her sleep!” “No, don’t! Quick! Faster! Don’t let her sleep yet!”
my mind roared. Guess who said what?
Throwing all caution to the wind, I leaned towards her and kissed her on the forehead. She raised her eyes, creasing her forehead, to look at me. Without saying a word, she tilted her chin upwards, so that our lips could meet. I slid lower till we were level, and we were now kissing quite passionately.
She didn’t seem to be experienced in kissing. Either that or she’s not too fond of it. Both our tongues were in a
“Hello, how are you? Chiak pa buay?”
type of casual talk, not like having a heated or furious exchange of slurps or a battle of the tongues. In short, she just extended her tongue to sucked on, but didn’t suck on mine or let my tongue explore her oral cavity.
Getting a bit breathless, she broke away. Not wanting to lose the momentum, I continued kissing, making my way down the right side of her neck and shoulder, and moving slowly towards her breasts. She responded by tilting her head to her right so that I could kiss the length of her neck from the ear down. Her towel was impeding my advance and so I yanked it away, throwing it on the bed. She was holding and rubbing the top and back of my head now with her hands, moaning softly as my tongue greeted
“hello”
to her right nipple. Not wanting to wait for it to reply, I started sucking and it hardened within seconds, from the mixture of warm breath plus the cold air blowing from the air-con. With my mouth over her breast, my tongue continued interrogating her nipple until her body started squirming beneath mine.
“Arhh…..”
she moaned softly, grabbing at my hair. I got a bit worried that she might just yank out a clump of it in a moment of passion! I definitely wouldn’t want to look like the
American bald eagle
, I thought to myself…..
Ushering her to the next level of heightened sexual ecstasy, I used my free hand to trace a path down from between her breasts to her belly and resting just on top of mound Venus. Forming Lady Gaga’s
“little monster”
sign, I massaged the sides of her pussy lips, occasionally rubbing on her clit too. She began breathing heavily and pulled me on top of her.
“Condom, put on the condom”
her voice quivering. I reached out for it, tore open the wrapping and tried putting it on. Problem was, my bro wasn’t fully awake yet…..Here she was, writhing with pleasure, pussy flowing with juice, nipples hardened,
and my dick was still half asleep…..
“Not so fast yet”
I said softly to her as I didn’t want her to know that I was still flaccid. I started to kiss downwards, making my way slowly towards her pussy. As I was about to place my mouth on it, she quickly clamped her legs and used her hands to cover the entrance to a thousand pleasures, saying,
“No, cannot kiss there. Dirty.”
I moved her hands away, and she covered it again, repeating the same thing.
“It’s not dirty. I just want to sayang, sayang, can?”
I replied tenderly.
With her hands still blocking my intended destination, she shook her head, eyes closed and not saying anything.
“Ok, I don’t kiss. See only. I really want to see your sister also”
I continued with a double meaning, hoping that she didn’t understand it. With that, she allowed me to remove her hands. Ah, the entrance to paradise is now open right before me!
“Be careful you don’t enter the gateway to hell!”
a very familiar voice by now, echoed in my mind.
Her pussy lips were nicely folded inwards and there was no musky scent emanating from it. There was a faint smell of soap which she must have used to wash earlier. I spread her delicate lips tenderly apart with my fingers and her pussy slowly exposed its full glory to me. Pinkish, it was now glistening with her juices. I was very tempted to lick it then but I dared not take the risk. My right hand in the meantime was stroking myself, coaxing my bro desperately to wake up…..
I took my time admiring nature’s wonderful piece of sculpture, a piece that can drive a man to the outer limits of his sanity, a piece that can even drive others to kill, for proprietary reasons. A piece that still can’t make me fully erect yet…..I was pulling and tugging at my cock now, desperately sending out electrical impulses from my brain, hoping to rouse him from his dazed state. Staring and focusing hard into Alice’s glistening pussy, and rubbing her clit with my left thumb, while simultaneously jerking myself with my right hand, I’m getting to be real good at multi-tasking. Finally, he’s beginning to show some life! Stirring a little, the close-up view of a wet and inviting pinkish piece of flesh was slowly getting to him.
Alice was now getting impatient and showing it. Opening and closing her legs in a scissor-like motion clamping my head in between, she purred affectionately
“Quick, I cannot tahan.”
With my cock sufficiently hard, I crawled up and laid on my side while gently turning her over to face the wall. Quickly picking up the condom on the bed, I hurriedly dressed my cock and lifting her left leg, held it up slightly. Sliding lower into position, I attempted to penetrate her from behind. Lacking a GPS, I seemed to face some problems in determining the exact location of the entrance. Pushing forward haphazardly, my dick was slowly getting frustrated, banging into anything except the main target. Alice, probably worried that I might unwittingly enter the wrong orifice, guided me into the right direction with her hand.
“Arhh…..”
both of us moaned at the exact moment of penetration.
I started slow and gently at first but with each forward thrusting motion, Alice seemed to be reciprocating with harder backward strokes until her backside was slamming hard against my pubic region. In the heat of it all, my cock accidentally slipped out of her pussy. Thrusting forward again while she, backwards, my cock slammed somewhere between her anal region.
“Ow!!”
she cried out. She shoved me away and turned to face the ceiling.
“Drive don’t know how to drive, fuck also don’t know how to fuck…..”
she muttered, obviously fed-up with the misfire. Without saying a word, I quickly climbed on top of her. Using my right hand to feel for her pussy, I positioned my cock right at the lips. It slid in easily as she was still lubricated with her juices. Picking up the momentum, I began fucking her in a strong and steady motion. The sound of balls slapping against pussy, with the creaks coming from the bed all added to the heightened sexual tension building up in the room.
It wasn’t long before she came, eyes shut, squeezed tightly and whimpering as if she was sobbing. I was in a kneeling position and holding up both her legs by her ankles for deeper penetration. She gripped the pillow and sheets and let out an intense groan, as spasm after spasm rocked her body. Her breasts were bouncing in unison and I could feel her pussy muscles contracting as her juices kept flowing. I couldn’t hold on for much longer too. Thrusting rapidly with my hips, I soon ejected my torpedoes. After making sure that all the torpedoes had left the firing tube, I stopped and rolled over to her side. Both of us were panting heavily and just laid there in silence.
For the second time, I noticed that Alice isn’t one to take the lead when it comes to sex. She’s very passive - a complete opposite from her outward personality. It showed when she stopped me from kissing her there, saying that it’s dirty. And she’s also not adventurous or participative at all. She was more inclined to enjoy the orgasmic experience herself, not bothering about the sexual feelings of the other person. Perhaps she was trying to mask her insecurities by acting brash and outspoken while her true person surfaces during her most vulnerable moments? Or perhaps she lacked the opportunity to get the most out of a sexual experience? Maybe…..
“She loves you yeah, yeah, yeah. She loves you yeah, yeah, yeah…..”
the Beatles’ song was running through my mind as I was showering and I began humming the tune out loud. As I stepped out of the bathroom, another of the Beatles’ songs happened to be playing on TV,
“Bang, bang Maxwell’s silver hammer came down, on his head. Bang, bang Maxwell’s silver hammer made sure, he was dead…..”
Looks like both voices in my head has joined the upcoming
“Singapore Got Talent”
auditions.
Next – An opportunity with Winnie?
I’ll be away for the next few days and as such, will not be able to post anything. But, be patient my dear Bros and fellow Samsters! It’s going to get even better and more sexciting…..
Chapter 14 – An opportunity with Winnie?
I’ve not met or spoken with Winnie since our last karaoke session. Curious to find out how she’s been doing (and also hoping to be able to reach
“home base”
soon), I called her one afternoon while I was still in the office.
“Hello?”
she answered in a curious tone as she couldn’t recognise the caller ID showing on her mobile. She didn’t know my number then.
“How are you?”
I asked, disguising my voice.
“Who’s that?”
she asked.
“Friend,”
I answered.
“Friend who?”
she questioned, sounding even more curious, and repeating
“Who’s that?” “You can’t recognise my voice is it?”
I replied.
“Who’s that? Ivan is it?”
she sounded somewhat apprehensively.
“Who’s Ivan?”
I questioned, adding
“Boyfriend is it?”
Getting impatient, she replied
“Tsk, don’t waste my time ok? If you don’t want to tell me who you are then hang up the phone!”
sounding aggressive this time.
“Wah, you damn fierce one ha!”
I replied, quickly continuing,
“Chan lah…..”
“Chan!”
Winnie exclaimed, sounding surprised on realising that it was me.
“How are you?”
she asked.
“Wah, just now sound so garang and now, you sound happy to hear my voice hor!”
I remarked.
“No lah, I don’t know who calling mah”
she replied, somewhat sheepishly.
“Wah, how come you can call me?”
she asked, sounding somewhat excited this time.
“Nothing important. Just happened to think about you and since we didn’t meet for so long, I thought call you and ask how are you lor, cannot meh?”
I rambled on.
“Busy?”
I asked.
“No lah”
she answered and remarked,
“Where got so long! Just two or three weeks ago only mah. Cheh!”
she continued,
“Eh? How come you got my number ah? Who gave you? Amy is it? Or Alice?”
she asked, all in one breath.
“You were the one who gave me your number that night, at Amy’s place. I asked you for it, say maybe I’ll call you later to check how’s she. You forgot ah?”
I replied.
“Got meh?”
she said, sounding a bit confused.
“God in Heaven”
I joked back.
“So, what time you finish work?”
I asked, thinking that we could maybe meet for a drink or have dinner.
“Usual lor, 6.15”
she replied.
“You doing anything after that? Meeting anybody? Amy?”
I continued.
“No, not meeting anybody but I need to go for an interview at 7.30.”
“Interview? Why? Looking for another job ah?”
I quizzed.
“No lah, at Toa Payoh HDB Hub, interview for night telemarketing caller”. “Night telemarketing caller?”
I mimicked.
“But I thought you’re in the insurance line right?”
I asked, trying not to sound confused, adding,
“Insurance also got telemarketing mah, right?”. “I know, but you not sian meh?”
she replied,
“Work whole day and somemore ask me to call at night for insurance…..”
she trailed off and then continuing,
“I’m thinking of becoming a real estate agent. Try, try calling first and see how lor. If can, maybe can change to sell house mah right? Should be easier than selling insurance…..”
she explained.
“You want to go with me?”
she asked.
“Hmm, should I?”
I thought to myself.
“There’s no harm in accompanying her,”
my inner voice whispered.
“So how?”
Winnie asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“Er, what time you say? 7.30? I think should be no problem. You want me to pick you up at your office first? We can go makan something first and then go for your interview. Or we can eat after that. Up to you…..”
I told her. My wife will be attending a company dinner later that night – that’s why I’m free –
“Free, as a bird…..”
the voice of John Lennon singing in my head.
”Convenient for you to pick me up?”
Winnie asked in a soft, tender voice.
“Wah, why you suddenly sound so manja?”
I teased.
“What’s manja?”
she asked.
“Nothing lah. Where’s your office?”
quickly continuing. She told me where it’s at - somewhere in the vicinity of the National Library.
“Ho seh liao!”
I smiled to myself, slapping my thigh. Just then, my PA barged into my room wanting my signatures on some documents and cheques. In a seductive manner, she burrowed her eyebrows and pouted her lips, commenting,
“Wah, today good mood hor!”
My PA’s a young lady of 24. Tall and slim (more to the skinny side as I always thought), she likes to flirt with me by acting cute and seductive at times, especially when we’re alone in my room. A lot of down-blouse views, practically on a daily basis, with the occasional upskirt peek-a-boos, she’s got very small boobs and that, to me, is a big minus point…..
I’m a boob fan
.
“So, how come you want to do night calling?”
I asked Winnie as she got in the car.
“No lah. Earn some extra cash lor. Nowadays everything also so ex, somemore pay never increase, how to survive?”
she lamented. She filled me in on her job as we made our way to the Hub.
She’s been at her current place for close to three years now, working as a personal assistant to her boss, who’s running his own agency. With the common and usual
“Boss damn ngiao”, “kiam ka-na”
and
“si bey kiam siap”
type of criticisms, she remarked that he was earning big bucks through commissions earned from his and that of his team’s sales. I avoided the sensitive question of asking how much was she paid, lest she’ll be asking me
“Why? You want to employ me as your PA is it?”
for sure. Actually, to come to think of it, that wouldn’t be a bad idea! Hmm, fancy bonking with the staff…..
We only had a drink at the Delifrance café in the lobby since we decided to have dinner after the interview.
“You want me to go up with you or wait for you here?”
I asked as she dabbed her mouth with a serviette. Applying some lipstick, she said
“Anything lor”
- her trademark reply. Not wanting to go up in case I may bump into a familiar face, I suggested,
“Better you go up yourself. Wait the agent may think that you come for interview also must ask your boyfriend come with you!”
She playfully hit my hand and said
“You think er!”
She reappeared in less than 20 minutes, walking back to the table. Curious as to how it went, I asked,
“So how? Got the job or not?” “Ya. Can start anytime. Actually he ask if can start tonight but I say cannot. Got friend waiting for me downstairs. So, start tomorrow night lor,”
she replied.
“Wah, so easy like that can get one ah?”
I exclaimed in disbelief.
“Aiya, very easy one! He say will give me a list to call. Get appointment, he will give commission. If he close the deal, I will get extra”
she said half smiling,
“Pay me $8 1 hr for 3 hrs. Call from 7.00 to 10.00”
she added.
“You can make it on time meh?”
I remarked,
“You finish at 6.15, can reach here by 7? You have a direct bus at your office? At that time, sure traffic jam”. “Aiya, ask the boss if can leave at 6 lor. The most I start 15 minutes earlier in the morning. I can take MRT from City Hall but must walk a bit”
she said.
“I’m hungry, what you want to eat?”
she asked, looking at me.
“Anything lor…..”
I answered with a smile in my eyes.
“Hiya you ah!”
she laughingly remarked.
“You like to eat steak? Or salad?”
I asked, suddenly recalling that a Sizzler restaurant was nearby.
“Don’t want steak. I already so fat. Salad, can, I don’t mind. Where you want to eat?”
she asked in return.
“Sizzler, near KFC, that side”
I said, pointing to the direction.
“Ok, anything lor. Let’s go!”
she said, getting up and making a move.
“Was it an intentional or a subconscious action?”
I asked myself. As we were walking to the restaurant, she slid her hand across my right elbow and held on to it, as though we were a wedding couple making our entrance to the ballroom. I was worried about being spotted and at the same time, enjoying the opportunity of getting close to Winnie. Deciding not to take the risk, I
“purposefully”
lifted my right arm and pointed towards a Japanese restaurant as we passed by.
“Wah, this Japanese restaurant must be good! Look at the queue”
I said while pointing to the crowd of people waiting to get a seat in the restaurant.
“Yah hor! Maybe one of these days can try!”
she replied, somewhat excitedly.
“Anything lor!”
I mimicked her, pretending to scratch my left shoulder. Noticing, she asked
“Why, itchy ah?” “Ya, itchy for you!”
the ever present devil in me answered before I could say anything but luckily she didn’t hear a thing.
Winnie revealed quite of bit about herself during dinner. She sounded as if she was going through an interview at a dating agency and almost poured out her whole life story. Of course, I had to feign interest or else she may not say something that I may be interested in knowing. But in actuality, I was only keen to know about her love life, and of course, her sexual experiences…..
“So, any boyfriend?”
I asked, unable to withhold my curiosity any longer. Popping a cherry tomato in her mouth, she mumbled
“No lah…..”. “Too choosy is it?”
I teased while slurping a forkful of pasta.
“Not that. I think my, our family maybe all kena cursed,”
as she chomped,
“Amy, Alice also don’t have”. “But I thought Amy is going with Lim, right?” I asked. “Ya, but you know right, Lim want to get married but Amy not interested leh…..” “What about you?”
looking at her directly as I asked.
“Me? why?”
she replied, looking somewhat puzzled, while popping another cherry tomato.
“You also don’t want to get married?”
I continued. Sighing, she said
“Aiya, nowadays, get married for what? A piece of paper only mah. Can confirm he stay with you permanently? Men all like that one…..”
Recalling Alice’s outburst about our species, I pretended to ask
“What you mean men all like that one?” “Men all the same lah…..”
she replied, trailing off and then continuing,
“I also not young already. What for make myself suffer wait? Now, where I want to go, I can go. What I feel like doing, I can do. Got freedom. No need to scared or ask anyone for permission”
. Hmm, that sentence
“What I feel like doing, I can do…..”
stuck in my mind just as Bread’s
“Freedom’s”
guitar introduction played in my mind.
Glancing at my watch, it showed 10 past 9. Stretching and feeling filled to my neck, I asked
“So, what’s next? What you feel like doing?”
Looking at the time on her iphone, she said
“Now already after 9, where else to go? Better go back and sleep early. I’m starting my calling tomorrow night. Don’t know reach home what time after that.” “Your wish. I send you back”
I said, sounding more of a statement rather than a question.
“Tell you something want or not?”
Winnie asked all of sudden, in a hushed voice.
“What thing?”
I replied, keeping my eyes on the road.
“You want to know or not?”
she asked again, looking as if she was dying to expose a secret.
“Aiyo, you don’t tell then how I know? Of course I want to know lah”
I replied, sounding somewhat exasperated.
“Amy and Alice hor…….”
she said and then trailing off.
“Amy and Alice why?”
I asked.
“Aiya, donno wan to say or not. Wait they kill me…..”
came her reply.
“Wah seh girl, if they don’t kill you, I WILL!!”
I turned to look at her momentarily.
“Wah, you so fierce one ah?”
she whimpered.
“Aiya, anything lah. You want to say, say. If not, then forget it lah…..”
I remarked, using reverse psychology.
“No lah. Amy and Alice quite like you…..”
she blurted out. In control of my reflexes and not showing any hint of surprise, I said coolly,
“Don’t talk nonsense la. How you know?” “Aiya, we all so close, this kind of thing, sure know one lah. But I, hor…..”, “Don’t tell me you also like me?”
I interrupted, with a grin.
“You think ah…..”
she quickly replied defensively,
“But I told them you already married and got son.”
She continued,
“Then Alice say, cheh, like only mah, not say love!”
I listened intently, soaking up every word she was saying.
“That’s why she’s willing to do with you twice…..”
the devil in me interrupting,
“Hah, now you know Amy also likes you…..”
It sort of confirmed my gut feel as I could sense through both sisters’ body language and the way they spoke with me. But, I was curious to know if Winnie felt the same…..We didn’t linger on that topic but spoke casually until she alighted.
This was a good opportunity for me to get to know Winnie better and also, get a little closer. Over dinner, she revealed that she’s closer to Amy than Alice and that they both have opposite characters – something which I already noticed. Being the only daughter with another younger brother, Winnie told me that she didn’t face any pressure from her parents to get hitched.
“My parents are more modern than Amy’s and Alice’s parents”
she said. Evasive about her relationships, I didn’t pursue it further.
“She’ll tell me when she’s ready to, and, if she wants to”
I told myself just before I heard myself snoring…..
Coming up next –
“Bonding with Amy…..”
Chapter 15 – “Bonding with Amy …..”
The sisters and I continued with our ritualistic meetings during the weekend mornings. I felt somewhat awkward in front of Alice since we’ve both fucked before and having to act nonchalant about it in front of her sister. Alice was playing out her part really well – a
“Dr Jekyll and Ms Hyde”
character…..I wondered if Amy is aware of it, but judging from her behaviour and expressions, I doubted if Alice has told her anything yet.
It was during one of those mornings when I noticed another person walking behind the both of them, pulling the trolley. Catching up with them from behind, I remarked
“Wah, since when you got domestic helper ah?”
I asked, avoiding using the word
“maid” “Huh? Oh, just got only. My brother got her to help look after my mother”
replied Amy, jumping in surprise and turning to look at me.
“But you both not working right? Can help look after your mother also mah!”
I said, looking at the maid.
“Aiya, very mah huan one lah, look after old people…..this cannot, that don’t like, very headache”
continued Alice.
“But you will also grow old one day, you know?”
I wanted to say to her, but didn’t. Not wanting to antagonise her, I looked at the maid and asked
“Dari Indonesia?”
as she looked Indonesian to me.
“E-ya”
she replied, softly and sheepishly, nodding and smiling.
“Ada perna kerja di Singapura, atau baru sampai?”
I continued. Still smiling, she nodded without replying. Alice, looking surprised said to me
“Wah, you also know how to cha-cup ma-layu ah?”
in
“pasar melayu”
patois.
“Aiya, what bahu, bahu you talking about? Busok ah?”
joked Amy.
“Baru, not bahu. Just, not smell”
I corrected Amy, laughing out loud. Still looking at the maid, I asked
“Nama apa?” “Nama Sarah,”
she replied, still sheepish, looking at the ground.
“Oi, don’t think of any funny thing ok!”
Alice warned suddenly, breaking my chain of
“fertile”
thoughts.
Sarah’s a petite girl with shoulder length hair. Not of the dark-skinned type, she has this smiling look, making her pleasant and sweet. This, being her first experience working as a maid on our shores, I remembered joking to the sisters not to
“bully”
her. The devil in me, awake and ever alert, whispered
“Why don’t you ask her whether she got the other experience or not?”
Wanting to slap him but unable to, I sneaked a quick peek at her breasts but all I could see were the shape and outline of her bra through her tee shirt. Didn’t seem big to me.
“Maybe the tee shirt is a bit baggy for her,”
I mentally consoled myself. My inner voice was nowhere to be heard, either still fast asleep or gone on holiday…..And so, Sarah soon became a regular feature during our marketing outings. I was conscious enough to not pay too much attention to her as Alice was always keeping an eye on me. There’ll be more of Sarah in the upcoming chapters…..
“I’m thinking of changing my hairstyle, maybe cut short”
Alice turned back to me while queuing at our regular bee hoon stall. Catching me red-handed looking into her tee, she pinched me on my arm saying,
“See what? What so nice to see?”
Feeling somewhat embarrassed at being caught in the act, I deftly replied,
“Huh? What did you say?”. “See, see, see. See before already, still not enough is it?”
she went on.
“Aiyah, I like to see yours mah”
I whispered in her ear, not knowing what to say.
“I told you before right? You men all like that one…..”
she muttered before turning to face the stall again. Peering over her shoulder and admiring her soft mounds of flesh encased in a black lace sequinned bra, I asked her
“Why you want to change your hair style? Like that nice mah, sexy. Cut short will look funny or not?”. “Aiya, weather now so hot, short hair better. Also dry faster, no need to blow for long time”
she replied without turning back.
“Blow??”
I ran that word over in my mind. Gee, I’d love for her to blow me for long time…..
Interrupting my thoughts, she turned back again and asked
“Serious, you think I suit short hair?” “Anything lor, up to you. Your hair mah”
I said.
“Wah, how come you also sound like Winnie ah?”
Alice asked with a tickled expression.
“Correct right? I mean it’s your hair mah! If you feel like cutting it short, then cut lor” “See how first later lah”
was all she said as she stepped forward to place her orders. Amy, meanwhile had gone to the wet market with Sarah.
The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully, with me playing the role of a family man - taking my family out for meals, checking out the malls and shopping for groceries.
It was close to 2.00 on a weekday afternoon when my mobile rang and Amy’s number flashed on the screen. I was having lunch with my partner then, discussing some upcoming projects for the company, unsure if we wanted to take them on.
“Amy?”
I wondered. How come she’s calling? Don’t tell me there’s another outing with Winnie? Hitting the green button, I said
“Hello, what can I do for you?”
in a chirpy voice.
“Hallo, Chan ah?”
Amy asked.
“Yup, why? What can I do for you?”
I repeated, still maintaining that chirpy tone.
“No la, you busy ah?”
she asked, sounding somewhat apprehensive.
“Having lunch with my partner now. Aiya, for you, even if I’m busy, will make myself free one lah! So what’s up. What can I do for you?”
asking the same question for the third time.
Hesitating a moment, she asked
“You free or not? I got something, want to see you”
. Judging from her tone, it sounded quite serious.
“Sure!”
I replied,
“Where you want to meet? Where are you now?” “Geylang,”
came her reply. Jumping from my seat and nearly choking from the food in my mouth, I quickly got up and moved away.
“Geylang?”
I repeated, just in case I heard it wrong.
“What are you doing in Geylang?”
I asked, voice filled with curiousity,
“Which part of Geylang are you at now?” “Lorong 11, hotel 81”
she replied.
“Are you alone or with someone else?”
came my next question.
“Now alone. Lim just left. Never mind, if you not free, then it’s ok. Don’t disturb you”
she said.
“Shut up!!”
I mentally screamed at the devil in me just as he was about to say something…..
I asked her where should we meet or she’d like me to come pick her up. Deciding against meeting there, I asked,
“Where can I pick you up?” “There’s a coffee shop in front. I wait for you there.” “No, better don’t wait in the coffee shop, not nice”
I replied.
“Aiya, never mind la, I sit there and wait for you”
she said. Feeling uncomfortable at the thought of her sitting alone in a coffee shop while waiting, as if trying to solicit for business, I told her,
“Tell you what, I can be there in about twenty to twenty-five minutes. Before I reach the coffee shop, I’ll call you. You wait for me by the roadside, ok?” “Ok”
she replied while I returned to the table and told my partner that I needed to leave urgently and that we’d continue with our discussion later.
What could’ve possibly happened? I asked myself while making my way there. Looks like they could’ve quarrelled or argued and Lim just upped and left. How else can it be, I wondered? It’s unusual for the man to just leave after the deed is done unless it’s a pay and play situation. I called to ask her to walk to the curb while waiting at a traffic stop at the junction before the coffee shop.