The call came on that rainy tuesday afternoon when i was in the middle of doing my staff’s annual appraisal. I almost choked on my coffee when i hear the unmistakable nasal voice of my class rep back in my poly days.
Gerald was the most ‘on’ person in our class then, always the one to volunteer to print and bind notes. I wasn’t close with him, more of a hi-bye kinda friendship.
I was a little lost for words as it’s been 11years since i graduated from poly, I definitely wasn’t expecting a call from anyone since i didn’t keep really in touch with the class. Exchanged a couple of season greetings on Friendster, multiply and recently facebook, that’s all.
I was too polite to say no to Gerald as well as he sounded really excited to be talking to me. I could only nod my head as i answered a couple of questions and jot down his contact details and address.
2 weeks later, I found myself pulling out of the ECP, heading towards the class rep’s house for the class get together.
I wound up the car window as i threw away the cigarette butt and turned into sennett road, taking in the large bungalows that flanked both sides of my car.
I looked in awe and envy as i saw the bright lights that lid up a small garden with a A2 poster of our graduating class photo. Gerald’s house is huge.
How many of us could afford to have a place to stay without sharing walls with your neighbours.
I parked my 4 year old mark x which i got it at a steal before the car prices went crazy behind a cream coloured Nissan march and checked my hair before getting out. I could smell the fragrant bbq meat and my ears caught a couple of familiar laughter and shrieks as I approached the entrance.
I heard my name being called, almost to the point of a shout as I looked towards the gathering of people by the small garden.
‘Gary ! My god, haha, you still look the same ‘
I smiled as I opened up my arms and gave my then gf during poly days a hug.
Cindy put on a little weight, from what I saw on her online pictures, she’s already a mother of 2. It felt a little surreal knowing that the girl I fucked back in school is now a mother and wife to another man. It took me a while to put the image of her riding me after our final examinations away.
Turning to my left, I shook Gerald’s hand and we exchanged some words before I moved along the line, catching up with the rest of the class.
There is James, my counterstrike kahki back in school days, we used to have a nick that was known throughout the entire katong shopping centre. We left our mark in every lan shop, we knew all the owners, we almost got a membership from the uncle that sold western food in that mall. He delivered food to me and James while we were hard at work, bringing down the terrorist. Those were the days when you can easily get bootleg copies of games, software and art films.
We shook hands and hugged, asking how each of us are doing.
Moving towards the food, I smiled at Peiqi, the girl I had a fling with when she was attached. It brought back a smile to my face as I recalled the blowjob I’ve gotten from her in the school’s toilet. She returned my smiled before shaking my hand, asking me how I’ve been.
By the time I got to the food, I’ve spoken to almost everyone that turned up.
I helped myself to the chicken wings and I felt a tap on my shoulder, turning around, I was pleasantly surprised.
It was Karen.
Her hands were a little wet, probably just visited the bathroom. She was drying them with a napkin as she smiled and asked me how have I been.
Karen.
I remembered the first day she walked into the lecture hall, she silenced the class.
Everyones’ eyes were on her.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t harbor thoughts about her.
The thing is, Karen is unlike the girls I’ve usually dated.
She is the model student. So gentle, always so graceful. Her face is framed by her specs which gave her a look of that I can only describe as class.
You can be rich, but you can’t buy class.
She doesn’t club, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink. She played tennis, volunteered in a orphanage, went on overseas volunteer trips.
She had an air of excellence and elegance around her, always so friendly, always so helpful.
The geeks dare not approach her.
The wannabes know she is too good for them and stayed away.
The most eligible guys in the faculty could only manage a smile and a greeting.
Even the players were wary, fearful of what the rejection will do to their reputation.
Karen is off limits, that was the unspoken rule, because simply no one in the course believed anyone was good enough for her.
Karen sat down with me and we briefly caught up with each other’s life and career. My mind wandered as she went on describing her work in a healthcare environment. How many times have I made out with my gfs and Karen flashes into my mind.
I nodded in agreement to a few comments Karen made as i visually appraised her. She looked good for a 31 year old. Karen had on a light grey work blouse and a waist high black skirt. Her heels lifted her up to my height of 1.7.Her lips looked lush and glossy, I’m not sure whether it’s the oil from the bbq food or she just applied lip gloss. Her hair was let down and I saw a few wet spots on her top and skirt.
Tearing my eyes away from her legs as she sat down across me, I updated her on my life, my work, the overseas stint. It took all my self-control not to let my eyes drift to her body parts, I maintained eye contact as we chatted.
Everytime she uncrossed and crossed her leg, I fought back a primal urge to grab them and have her there and then. Sometimes guys will term girls as cock teasers, but Karen is not one of them.
She brushed back her hair as she leaned closer, genuinely interested with what I’m saying.
Just then, Gerald brought over to the table a fresh batch of sausages he grilled, offering anyone who would accept a second helping. I could sense he did not plan to keep these bbq for his weekend.
Karen and I took one each for our plate and continued chatting.
I was telling Karen about my wedding when I saw her wrap the sausage with a napkin and brought it to her mouth. My mind started to wander as I watched she closed her lips around the tip of the sausage.
Karen bit down on the sausage only to spit it out immediately as the hot cheese within squirted out, staining the sides of her mouth, greasing the edge of her glasses and some landed on her blouse. As she happened to be facing me, the bit off portion landed on my lap, settling near my groin.
I felt a sudden surge of erection as I watch Karen faced down, waving air into her mouth as a mixture of saliva and cheese dripped onto the grass turfing below.
As she looked up and saw the piece that landed where it land, she laughed and apologized.
Karen : haha, my god, I’m so sorry.
I smiled and replied with a wink.
Gary : Seems like you need a little guidance on what to do when presented with a sausage.
Shaking her head and removing her glasses to clean it, Karen smiled and replied.
Karen :Same old Gary…
Brushing off the sausage from my lap, i stood up and went to chat with a couple of other colleagues as i eyeballed Karen into house.
I deliberately hanged around the powder room area so as to make sure i caught her as her came out.
Her shirt has a rather big wet patch, the darken colour stood out rather obviously against her lgiht grey blouse.
I approached Karen and gave her a cheecky smile.
Gary : You look a little miserable.
Karen : Yes, i know. No need for you to remind me. I’m just gonna change out.
Gary : You brought clothes ? to this bbq ?
Karen : I was at the gym before this, will just change out of this top, the wet patch is uncomfortable.
I smiled and shrugged my shoulders
Gary : I beg to differ Karen, most girls tell me their wet patch is quite comfortable.
She rolled her eyes and brushed pass me. I watched Karen walked off towards the driveway. Lo and behold, she went to the creamed coloured nissan march.
I saw her looked left and right before i realised i must have parked really close to her car. It was not deliberate on my part, the boot of my car is sticking out on to the driveway, i had to shift it in as far as i could go.
Karen headed back into the compound ans started asking around if the mark x belonged to anyone of us.
When i stepped out and raised my hand, Karen shooked her head and folded her hands again.
Karen : Great… Gary… Why did you have to park so close ?
Gary : hey hey, calm down, i didn;t hit your car.
Karen : Can you shift it a little, i want to grab something from my boot.
As i approached my car, the sky opened up and started to drizzle. Quickly scrambling in, i reveresed my ride a little, leaving room for Karen. I saw a mad dash for shelter as my classmates covered up food, bringing whatever they can into the house.
I was covered in damp spots by the time i got back to the house.
Gary : there, done.
Karen was looking at the rain falling from the sky before giving me a look that was self explainatory.
She smiled and only opened her mouth for one word.
’ Please '
She just passed me he car keys before explaining she has a sports bag in her boot. Just bring the whole thing out.
Gerald offered to bring an umbrella up from the basement but i took a quick look at the sky, it’s still a heavy drizzle, i declined and made a dash to Karen’s car instead.
The rain got a little heavier as i reached Karen’s car. Opening the boot, i realised, there is no sports bag, what i saw instead was a tennis bag. It’s huge and it’s freaking heavy.
Seeing no other choice, i lugged the whole bag out and brought it towards the house.
By the time i got there, i was drenched.
I entered the house, welcomed by a crowd of cheering classmates.
Comments flooded the room, ’ wow, macho man’ , ‘si bei sexy ar Gary’ , the most sacarstic comment of all came from my ex, Cindy.
’ Do you have a new prey my dear ? why are you so nice to Karen ? '
That drew a few laughter as but i just shrugged and smile.
Karen smiled and opened the bag to reveal another smaller bag together with tennis rackets, balls, shoe bags and the likes.
Karen : Thanks Gary.
As she disappeared back into the powder room, a couple of my classmates chirped in.
’ Give it up lar Gary , she’s taken liao '
’ She is still out of your reach bro, forget it '
I gave another shrug as Gerald passed me a towel for me to dry myself.
The rain got heavier and we piled into the living room, chatting as a group and bitching on our old lecturers.
I saw Karen joined us in a simple white polo T.
The night went on and at 11.30pm, the rain let up and everyone started making their way out.
I went to the powder room to relieve myself before making the small beeline to shake my host’s hand, thanking him for organising this gathering.
Waiting for me at the entrance i saw Karen smiling at me.
She looked a little weird wearing work skirt and a white polo T. She dangled the heels on her 2 fingers as she went about barefooted on the wet turfing.
Without a word, she pointed to the big bag by the door and smiled.
I shook my head and just as i was exiting the door, i heard Gerald called out behind me.
Gerald : Good luck bro, btw, don;t forget you are married.
Lifting up the bag, i walked with Karen to her car.
I waved a series of ‘byes’ to the rest of the cars existing the small road as i help Karen put the bag into the boot.
I was expecting a thank you hug, a kiss perhaps, but that was just my wishful thinking.
Karen gave me a thumbs up and said thanks.
I saw her slipped into her car and fired up her engine. Making a 3 point turn, she stopped beside me and wind down her window.
Karen : Thanks Gary, sorry bout the pants.
Gary : No problem at all. When will you be free ? let’s have a coffee or something.
Karen : No thank you Gary, haha. Coffee didn’t ended well for the rest of the other girls you dated . Don’t deny.
I burst out laughing and asked what made her say that.
Karen : What do you think we were talking about before you arrive Gary.
Her next comment wiped my smile off my face.
Karen : Stay away Gary, haha, i know i’m the only girl left in the class you didn’t get one way or another.
I watched the tail light of her car disappear as she exited the private road.
I didn’t think much about the incident with Karen, in fact i didn’t harbour much hope of bumping into her again.
I was busy with work, dealing with staff issues and department budgeting, it’s a headache when you have 2 staff vying for a position in the company. Both of them are equally eligible given their experience and qualification, the hard part is i know for sure the losing candidate will leave the company for sure.
I tried to put the decision off as long as i can but i knew i had to make a decision soon.
I was heading to grab a quick lunch at subway when i caught a familiar sight.
Karen was sitting inside the cafe having lunch.
Her lunch partner was one of the contender for the post in the company. Pete.
I walked pass deliberetely by the side of the glazing and pete gave me a wave. Karen was a little surprise to see me but made no mention of anything.
Pete : Hey Gary.
Gary : Hey, your wife ar ? never introduce ?
Pete made an introduction and what surprised me was Karen made no mention of her knowing me and that i’m her old classmate.
She nodded a simple acknowledge and i excused myself, leaving them to lunch.
Pete was actually my favour choice, now that Karen is his wife, this might actually get interesting. What i couldn;t figure out was why Karen did not want to acknowledge that she knew me.
When i left my office at 9pm that evening. i got an sms from a number i did not recognise.
9******** : Hey , did not realise you are Pete’s boss…
Pete is 2 years my junior in terms of age, i know for sure he is rather driven and he knows what he wants. I work well with him and we get along fairly well. He is a rather private person for all i know, but he does his job well.
I replied Karen’s message out of courtesy, saying that it’s a small world and the likes.
I am a good superior, and i’m pretty sure Pete has sang my praises in front of Karen, i literally ‘rescued’ him from another department and he has never stopped expressing his gratefulness to me.
Karen asked for my email, ending the sms conversation with a ’ keep in touch’
Honestly, when i made my final decision to promote Pete 4 days later, Karen was left out of the equation. It was based purely on Pete’s merit and performance.
I got a grateful email from Karen, thanking me, saying that Pete was thrilled with the promotion. She ended with a PS " hope it was not because of me "
I replied her mail with no evil intention, purely as a practical joke.
’ Of course it’s about you, everything is about you '
I added a tongue sticking out smiley for good measure too.
I did not get a reply from Karen .
1 week later i sent Pete to shanghai for 3 days.
On the 2nd day, Karen smsed me, offering to buy me lunch to thank me for promoting her husband.
I replied ’ Anyone can buy me lunch, i would prefer if you would cook me lunch '
Karen’s sms reply was equally haughty ’ You have someone call a ‘wife’ to cook you lunch '
I smiled to myself as i drained the last of my coffee.
I hit the dial button and I heard the sweet voice of Karen on the phone.
Karen : Yeah ?
Gary : Dinner ?
She hesitated for a while before asking where.
I told her it’s a secret , i’ll pick her up from her office.
She declined and said she’ll meet me at the restaurant instead. She’s driving anyway.
Gary : How about 7pm, robertson quay ?
Karen : No. 8pm ? i want to hit the gym first.
Gary : Is it just me, or you seem to be saying no to everything i suggest. haha
Karen : Gary, girls who say yes to you never had a good ending. haha. See you later.
Gary : Well, i’m pretty sure they had a happy ending.
Karen : Very cheeky… now go work and give my husband another promotion. talk later.
Hanging up the phone, i went over to Pete’s desk.
Usually i’ll do my usual ransacking of my female staff’s desk, checking out their stuff , i never imagined i will be doing this to a male staff.
I pretended to look for some documents and i sat down at Pete’s seat to flip through some files. Hardly anyone paid me much attention. I’m the head of department afterall.
Pete’s desk is neat, stationaries are well organised.
I took up his organiser and gave it a few flips, its a treasure trove of information.
Together with his usualy work schedule and meetings,Karen’s birthday, their anniversary, his plans for the month were all listed on the little black book.
I opened a couple of unlocked drawers, some unlabelled keys, shoes, books, sketches, nothing of interest.
I found a picture of Pete and Karen at the bottom of the drawer.
Then i saw a printed e-ticket of a trip to penang.
1 week from now.
I pocketed everything and made a copy of it in my room before returning everything to it’s original location.
I plotted out Pete’s life for the next few months onto an excel sheet, overlaying work commitments with his private life.
Suddenly i saw limitless possibility, i felt so much in control. This is like playing a game.
The possibilities that can be achieved with these information is limitless.
I saved all the information into my hardrive as i thought about my dinner with Karen.
The thought alone made me hungry.
I met Karen for dinner at wine connection at robertson quay.
Nothing fancy, we shared a bottle of moscato and ordered some Tapas.
She thanked me again for promoting Pete but i shrug it off.
I went on to ask how did she meet Pete.
And further more Pete is younger than her, what made her decide to marry him . Karen laughed, saying that i would never believe how they met.
Karen : We met at a dating agency.
My jaws dropped.
Gary : You got to be shitting me, you ? The ‘o’ so mighty and untouchable Karen going to a dating agency ?
She laughed and threw a nacho at me, going on to explain that precisely because of that fact that she seemed so untouchable, no one dared to approach her.
None of her male colleagues dared to even try.
I looked at Karen as she pushed up her glasses and took a sip of wine. Her hair tied up in a bun with the few careless whisp plastered across her forehead. The singlet she is wearing did not serve well to hide the shape of her sports bra she is wearing.
Her long slacks covered her legs but the lime green running shoes is an attention catcher given that we are seated by the corridor of the restaurant.
I saw an expat entering the restaurant, his eyes caught by the glare of the neon lime green, screaming for attention. Tracing the owner’s legs up her slacks, his gaze settled on her toned body.
Karen’s relaxed gait fitted nicely into the low chair.
She went on to explain that she had relatives trying to matchmake her every couple of months, laughing it off she commented that singaporean men are too timid sometimes.
She attended a few social networking function, and the only people who approached her were caucasians, and as it’s if the ang mohs were casting some sort of witchery or spell, none of the local men dared to join in the conversation.
Karen : How many times have i wished for someone to just come and save me from those relentless expats. I mean seriously, do i look like an spg to you ? lol
I smiled and nodded as Karen went on talk about her meeting with Pete. I quietly topped up her wine, passed her a napkin whenever she needed one.
I adjusted the plates whenever her wine glass decides to find a new place to settle.
I caught the attention of the waiter whenever she wanted something.
As we emptied the 2nd bottle of wine, I realised the only connection Pete had with Karen was that they played tennis. They started off as playing partners, eventually hooking up.
Karen : So , what’s your story ?
Gary :What do you mean ?
Karen : I meant you are married too right, what’s the deal with your wife ?
Gary : haha, what do you mean ? there is no deal. We met, we fell in love, we got married. Simple as that.
Karen : Come on Gary, i know you won’t settle down that easily. There must be some story behind this.
Gary : Well, to be honest, i was searching all around for you, but you seemed to have disappeared, so i settled for my wife.
Karen drained her glass of wine before replying that if my wife were to hear that, she would be very upset.
Karen : And, please don;t bother using any of those cheezy pickup lines on me Gary, i know you too well.
Gary : Oh really, do you ?
Karen :haha, yes.
Gary : You’ll be surprised, statistics show at the cheesier the method, the easier you get the girl.
Karen : lol, right, says who ?
I shrugged my shoulders and just ended the conversation with a smile. I excused myself to the washroom and settled the bill.
Karen : You have yet to reply me.
Gary : about ?
Karen : The statistic.
Gary :Well, buy me lunch tomorrow and i’ll tell you about it .
She seemed to be considering but she declined, saying that this will never end. Laughing at my poor attempt at asking her out again she added.
Karen : My god, Gary, you can do better that that.
I simply smiled as i raised my glass towards her.
Gary : To old friends
Karen : haha, i’m not old Gary.
Gary : Apologies, you’ll always be the 20 year old that i had a crush on.
I raised my glass higher and Karen met mine with a ‘clink’
Karen : Goosebumps Gary… Goosebumps..
Goosebumps it may be, but how do you explain the smile she tried to hide with the wineglass.
Karen waved for the bill and i stood up.
Karen : Hey, we are going dutch you cheapo, don’t think of leaving when i’m asking for the bill.
I laughed and offered my hand to pull her out of the chair, like a dancer asking for a partner.
The waiter arrived, raised his hand paml up towards me.
" This gentlemen has paid the bill mdm "
Throwing her look back at my outstretch hand, Karen took it and pulled herself off the low chair.
Karen : Not bad Gary, not bad at all. haha
I did not hold on to her hand like a pervert, instead i let go gently the moment i guided her towards the direction of the exit.
I walked beside Karen towards her car parked by the side of the small road, 4 steps before the driver door, i widened my pace just as she unlocked the car with her remote as opened the door for her.
Karen :Wow Gary . going all out har ?
Gary : Expect nothing less from a gentlemen, didn;t you hear that guy just now ? I’m a gentlemen.
She gave a girlish giggle and shook her head.
I perched by the car door as Karen looked up after settling down into her seat.
She was about to say something when i cut her short.
Gary : You know Karen ….
I removed the receipt for the dinner and wine.
Gary : Since you mentioned you want to go dutch, here’s the receipt.
I dropped it on her lap
Gary : That will be $52.65 , i’ll sms you my account details.
Karen’s mouth opened in horror and disbelief.
Karen : My god Gary ! . You’re amazing. haha.
She crumched up the receipt and threw it at me.
I retreated a step and smiled
Karen : I feel humiliated… haha. This is awkward..you really want the money back ?
Gary : Of course, i mean it. No offence, you wanted to go dutch. I’m not going to disrespect the lady.
Karen : haha. fine whatever.
She was about to close her car door when i added
Gary : Lunch tomorrow ? That’ll give you a chance to humiliate me.
Karen closed her car door.
The engined fired up and i saw her did a thumbs up and did a phone signal with her thumb and little finger through the side window.
Lunch tomorrow it is.
Lunch was a simple affair at amoy food centre, We chatted, nothing of note happened. I suggested grabbing a coffee nearby and Karen agreed, on the condition i drop her off at beach road later, she did not drive as she wanted to avoid the ERP.
We chatted as we walk, i shared with her my take on the market and she gave her perspective . Arriving at Scarlet hotel, i went to the bar and we took a comfortable couch seat.
Karen is in a beige longsleeve blouse with 3/4 cropped pants. Her pumps matched the colour of the necklace and her earings. Settling down onto the couch, She fired her first salvo.
Karen : So, you brought all the girls you know here ?
Gary : haha , what do you take me for Karen ?
Taking a sip of her coffee , she shrugged her shoulders.
Karen : I don’t know ? A player perhaps ? haha
Gary : That was back in school my dear.. I’m a down to earth man.
She laughed that away as she raised her head, taking in the interior of the hotel.
Gary : To answer your question, I only brought the girls i like here.
Raising an eyebrow at me, Karen asked.
Karen : and that will be ?
She raised up 10 fingers at me.
Reaching over , my right hand clasped around her left, closing all her fingers. Holding her hand , i slowly put down the rest of her fingers that were upright.
Closing her pinky.
I pushed down her thumb.
I closed her nameless finger leaving her with 2.
I stared deep into Karen’s eyes and said.
Gary : All in all, i brought 2 girls here.
Letting go of her left hand, i brought her 2 finger to my lips and kissed it.
Gary : I married the 1st one.
Pulling herself away from me, Karen shook her head and raised her hand, asking for the bill. I saw her smile as she turned towards the waiter.
I let the moment pass, not wanting to bring it up, Our subsequent chat was professional, work, finances, life etc.
I dropped Karen off at her office, waving a goodbye as i drive off. I saw her raise the 2 fingers i kept opened at me through the rear mirror.
I just managed to catch her closing her index finger as she laughed and waved that at me.
I smiled as i pulled away.
I ended my day in the office with a message from Karen.
Karen sms : You know Gary, what you did would have worked on little girls
I did not offer a reply.
I ordered a bouquet of flowers to be sent to Karen’s office. Attached a note that says " from a little boy, to a little girl "
I got an sms reply " Thanks little boy
"
Pete was back and we spent some time together discussing about his trip. He took the opportunity to tell me about his leave application.
I okayed his 3 days leave, i already knew he will be going to Penang.
Gary : Go ahead . i’ll cover for you in the meantime.
I suggested lunch with Pete.
As we were approaching the office entrance, my phone alarm rang and i pretended to answer my call.
Gary : Ok sure. be right there.
I made a show of touching my pocket for my keys before asking Pete.
Gary : Hey Pete. Can i borrow the inventory key. I need to go check something.
Pete : sure , here.
Gary : Can you grab a seat first, i’ll be right over.
Pete : You need me to go with you ?
Gary : No i’m fine, help me get the chicken thigh hor fun. Be right behind you.
I pocketed Pete’s keychain.
Instead of heading towards the Horfun cafe at Maxwell house, i headed to the market.
I duplicated a copy of Pete’s keys.
Everyone of them.
The hor fun is delicious
Retrieving Pete’s address is simple.
I am a HOD afterall.
I arranged for a site meeting which i had no intention of going on the day Pete and Karen is going to penang.
There were a couple of email exchanges between me and Karen, but it didn;t lead to anywhere. We are after all just ’ keeping in touch '
I made sure I covered all of Pete’s work, and to direct all the correspondence to me for the next few days. Wouldn’t want him to be disturbed on his holiday.
Their flight is at 1pm.
After making sure the flight took off as planned on my iphone app, i made my way to their place.
I had no idea if they lived alone or they are bunking in with their parents/ in laws. It was a gamble.
I turned into their estate in Chai Chee and i searched for their block. It’s directly beside the church and expressway.
I strolled casually to the letter box and i got the right key at the first go.
Taking a look around, i retrieved all the letters and flyers in the mail.
I went back to my car , taking my time to look through.
Karen
Karen
Pete
Pete
Kare
Pete
All the mail were addressed to both of them. Doesn’t seem to have any sign of anyone else staying with them. Still it pays to be careful.
Dropping the rest of the mail into their box, i kept a singtel bill addressed to Karen. Just in case a neighbour spotted me loitering around, i could use it as an excuse that i’m just returning a letter.
Taking the stairs up to the 4th floor, Pete and Karen’s unit is facing another within the core. Lucky for me, there’s lesser chance of being spotted.
Turning to the neighbour’s door. i pressed the door bell.
After a couple of rings followed by some knocking, i felt safe to proceed.
I only hope there isn;t anyone peeping through the keyhole, refusing to open the door.
I turned back to Pete and Karen’s unit and took a deep breath.
I did not know what was going through my mind when i planned for all this. If i get caught, that’s it. I’m going to jail. I’m going to lose my job, my career, everything.
For some strange and morbid reason, i felt en erection stiring. It felt weird.
I feel myself getting aroused as i thought about the fact that i’m going to intrude into Karen’s private space.
I matched the key to the padlock and i looked around once more.
Sucking in a breath, i pushed the key in and twisted.
The lock came loose, and my heart started thumping.
Hundreds of thoughts rushed through my mind as i slowly undid it from the catch. I brought up a key marked ’ union’ and tried the main door.
A loud click.
I pushed my thumb down the lever and the door opened.
I kept it ajar.
I didn;t dare to breath.
My manhood is straining against my pants as i comtemplate my next course of action.
Using my shoe, i pushed the door back , bit by bit. letting it open fully.
I waited for a few more seconds just to be sure.
Mustering up enough courage, i entered the 3 room flat.
I closed the gate behind me followed by the main door.
I’m in.
My heart is still thumping. Sweat drenched through my work shirt as i took in the house interior. Simple decor, all the walls were painted white to make the space look bigger.
Karen and Pete’s pictures filled the wall. I took extra care not to touch anything as i explored the flat.
Everywhere seems neat and tidy, no mess. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Some juice, fruits, yougurt.
I went to the bathroom.
Lingerie in the basket, some worn clothings here and there.
I left them as they were. Not my cup of tea.
I opened the storeroom, shoes, shoes, heels, more female than male.
I left the masterbed room for last.
Pushing open the door, i saw a large potriat of Karen and Pete on the wall.
The bed was nicely made up, a couplf of towels hung on racks.
Macbook, ipad on the table.
Nissan.
It’s the car keys.
That’s what i came for.
I took Karen’s car keys off the hook by her dressing table.
Locking up the place, i left Karen and Pete’s flat.
Going to the carpark, i located Karen’s car. I stood a distance away and kept the remote in my pocket. Pressing the unlock button, i saw the headlights flashed, responing to my touch.
I locked Karen’s car and i left the estate.
I retrieved my car and went back to work.
I made sure i left work on time, heading to my usual workshop and made a duplicate of the car remote.
$125 well spent.
I returned to Karen and Pete’s place the next day during lunch.
Going through the same ritual of making sure the neighbours are not in, i entered their place again, putting the key back at the same spot.
I dropped Karen’s singtel bill back into the mail.
I went back to work.
Now i can only wait. Bidding for my time.
One week after i’ve gotten Karen’s care keys.
I remembered the day is 13th September 2011.
I was busy with work and did not realise that the day just flew by outside my room.
Massaging the ridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger, i was having a fit at having to go through all the grammer mistake my staff made for a report. My head did not rise until i heard a tap at the door.
Looking up, i saw Pete.
Pete : Wah, still here ? I’m going down to grab coffee. You need anything ?
I reached for my coffee mug only to realise the bottom is caked with dried coffee stains.
Gary : Yeah, get me a kopi-si. Thanks man. Why are you still here ?
Pete : Preparing some materials for a presentation tomorrow.
I had a short chat with Pete about the work on his hands and at the back of my mind i concluded that he should be able to take a couple more. How do i pile him up with work without being too obvious to Karen ?
I’ll need to think about it.
Meanwhile i got back to the work i had.
I stood up and stretched myself and realised it’s already 9pm. Looking out, the office is empty, only Pete’s terminal is on.
I did a quick check around the office, even the washroom to make sure the place is empty, i even went to the elevator to check on the lift status. They’re both on the ground floor.
I hurried to Pete’s desk.
I saw his organiser, i gave it a few flips, he used the same coloured pen for his schedule, i can’t remember offhand if there are new entries. Checking his desktop, i realised his gmail is open .
I brought up the window and gave his mail a quick browse.
Various tabs, groupons, deals, fundsupermart, some facebook notification.
Karen .
I’m looking for mail from Karen .
And there is one right on top
I opened it to see a flight itineary for Jetstar to Bkk.
It was a morning flight for tomorrow.
Below the mail Karen wrote that she’ll be attending the Medical fair from 14-16th Sep at QSNCC. She’ll be staying at Whereever that is.
I printed a copy of the mail including the hotel details that she will be staying and returned everything to it’s original state.
Settling back into my chair, I started to think.
Should i do it ?
I will not give up a chance to spend some time alone with Karen in another country. The hardest part is letting her bump into me instead of me bumping into her.
I decide to fuck it and go ahead. I booked the earliest flight i could to Bkk the next morning. I want to be there before her.
Pete came back with the coffee and he went back to work.
It was almost 11pm when i called Pete at his desk, telling him that i need his help with something.
I explained that i had some personal issues that needs to be taken care of, i need to leave the country tomorrow morning, will be back in a couple of days. Some of my work he’ll need to cover for me while i’m gone.
Nothing too tedious, mostly administrative matters, the rest can wait.
I left the office with butterflies in my stomach. I did not know what i was doing anymore, is it the overpowering feeling of not having Karen that is driving me to this madness ? I can;t tell.
I know i love a challenge.
Everything i wanted, i will get it. No exception for Woman.
I’m not a player.
I want to be the predator.
I packed light and told my wife that i will be travelling for work for a couple of days, she nodded and asked a couple of questions, reminded me to be careful and call her every night.
I gave her a kiss and tuck her into bed.
I was comtemplating what to put in my suitcase. Clothes, toiletries, my notebook and tablet.
I saw a box of condoms on my dressing stand and i packed it as well.
I worked up the next morning , dressed up in slacks and a shirt. Did a quick brush of my hair and left the house.
It felt weird getting an erection in midair thinking about Karen.
I arrived in Bkk.
This was only my 2nd time here, the last time i came with my army friends when we first ORD.
I’m surprised at the amount of changes it had gone through. There were constructions everywhere. New towers, malls, hotels.
I directed the cab to get me to Baiyoke bouqitue hotel.
I got to the hotel at 10am .
I was the only guest checking in and was attended to by 2 staff. I told them that i’m here to join a group ( i didn;t know if it was a group of just Karen ) that belong to (****) for a medical conference, would be nice if they can arrange me to be on the same floor.
The manager took a check and nodded, ’ No problem '
I pretended to take out the wrong hotel voucher and passed him Karen’s one instead, before doing a loud ‘oops’.
Gary :Sorry, that 1 my colleague, she will check in later.
Passing him my voucher, he nodded as he keyed in some details and checked my passport.
Manager : Sir, you room will be on the 4th floor, your colleagues will be on the rooms opposite you when they check in later.
Gary : Thank you very much.
Going up to my room, i stashed some money on me, threw on a cheap shirt and pants. I brought along a old camera.
Karen’s flight landed 45 minutes after mine. She should be here anytime soon.
I exited the hotel waving to the manager as i explored the immediate surrounding.
I found what i was looking for. I ordered a coffee and sat opposite the hotel entrance.
I can only wait…. for now.
It was coming to 11am, the area is getting rather busy but the boutique seemed to be tuck in the backstreet, somewhat like a little sanctuary away from the buzz of the 2 tower baiyoke.
Every cab that pulled over, my heart beat got faster.
It was coming to 12pm when i saw the familiar figure of Karen and another older lady dragging their luggage towards the Hotel.
The cab driver must have alighted them at the wrong Baiyoke it seems.
I exited the cafe quickly and went to the alley at the side. I bumped into the manager that checked me in and he was having a smoke in the alley.
I waved a hi and joined him for a smoke.
We chatted as the corner of my eye tracked Karen into the Hotel. I asked about the places to go to, where can i get good food.
I even chatted about the conference i’m here to attend, that i’m the superior of the 2 ladies now that i know there are 2 of them, will be here to check on them and evaluate their performance and stuff.
It’s pure bullshit.
Even when i was fabraicating the story, it felt like bullshit.
Sometimes it’s just shit talk.
I ended my smoke and made my way cautiously to the 4th floor on the stairs.
Now is not the time to bump into Karen.
I slid into my room just as one of the door opposite me opened.
Peering through the hole, Karen is in the room opposite me.
I saw them changed into formal work wear and went to the lift.
I waited for 10 more minutes before i left the room.
They should be back so early, time to explore Bkk on my own for now.
I checked my small backpack that i packed along.
A plastic cup, a pen knife and a wiremesh scrunchie for scrubbing pots i brought from home.
More waiting for me.
I couldn’t think of a smart way to find out what time Karen is coming back so i did it the only way i could
I waited.
It was a long wait.
After exploring the surrounding areas, malls, i still have a few hours to kill.
As the sky grew darker, i’m afraid i will miss her entering the hotel.
At 8pm. i saw Karen and her colleague.
They stopped at one of the roadside stalls, checking out a few things after alighting from the cab.
I drained my 6th cup of coffee and left the cafe.
Going back to the alley, i looked aoround to make sure no one is looking before removing my stuff from the backpack.
Using the cup, i scoop up some of the smelly drain water and pour it over my left shoulder. I cut a notch and gave my left sleeve a good rip.
Using the dishwashing scrunchie, i wrap it around my left forearm and rubbed it down, pulling it towards my palm giving myself a bloodied scratch.
Throwing everything back into my bag and i felt the sting of the blood and open wound on my left hand. It looks bad but they are just surface scratches. Nothing that will kill me.
I smash my old camera against the wall, cracking it.
I hid in the shadow, i drewed a couple of stares but no one said anything as they walked pass me.
Karen and the friend left the stall and made their way towards the hotel.
I left my hiding place and enter the hotel a few metres ahead of them
My plight drew the attention of the doorman and he hurried towards me asking if i’m ok.
I smiled and said i slipped back in the alley, but i’m fine. I think i smell quite bad and i drew quite a few stares from the other guest.
I heard Karen’s voice behind me chatting with her colleague. Just as the doormen said he will go fetch the first aid box, i heard Karen’s voice again as she past by me and gave a loud.
Karen : My god. Gary ?
I looked up , pretending to look in the direction of her voice and gave the best ’ i am shock ’ look before trying to blurt out a few words.
Gary : What are you doing here ?
Karen : I should be asking you that…
Before i could reply, She intoduced me to her friend but we didn;t shake hands.
Karen : Let me help you with that ..
Karen helped me with my bag and camera just as the doorman came out with the first aid kit.
The helpful side of Karen seem to take over as she told her friend to go on ahead, she’ll join her in a while.
Half laughing and out of pity, Karen helped me to the lift after telling the doorman that we’ll return the first aid kit in a while.
Karen : What are you doing in Bkk ? work ?
Gary : No, looking for a relative. Long story… don’t want to talk about it..
I must have looked really pitiful as she shooked her head and led me to her room.
Karen :Here, Come in.
I striked preemptively and said .
Gary : Are you stalking me ? I’m staying opposite you.
Karen :Haha, you overestimate yourself Gary..
Gary : Come my room instead, don’t want to dirty yours.
She seemed to consider my suggestion and agreed.
Entering my room, i went to wash up my wound and i removed my shirt.
Half naked in a hotel room with Karen. Who would have thought.
I went out topless and if Karen was impressed with anything, she didn;t let it show. She helped me clean the wound as i sat on the bed.
Karen : You know Gary, i’ve never seen you in such a state before. haha. ALways so confident, always well dressed, haha.
I did not offer a reply just reached for my forehead with the back of my right hand.
Karen saw what i did and followed suit.
Karen : Are you running a fever ?
Gary : Feeling a little unwell..
Karen : I’ve got some panadol in my room. Hold on.
I forced myself to down a few big glups of water when Karen left my room, and i started digging the back of my throat. Right on que, i vomitted onto the bed, the floor, water and a mix of the coffee and sandwich i had earlier.
When Karen re-entered the room again, she slap her hand to her forehead.
Karen : Are you kidding Gary ? haha. Are you dying ?
I feigned a pathatic look as i tried to get up to the bathroom.
Karen : Take a shower Gary , you stink.
She threw a towel at me before grabbing a toilet roll and bent down to clean up my mess.
I had a quick shower before entering the room with only my towel wrapped around my waist.
Karen helped herself to a bottle of water on the desk before passing em the same bottle and throwing me a tab of panadol.
I drank from the same bottle, trying to taste her saliva, her mouth, her tongue.
She was shaking her head at me with her hands at her waist.
Karen : You’re weak Gary, haha.
I took a look at the bed, trying to find a clean spot to sleep on.
Karen : Tell you what, get housekeeping to clean up the room. You can bunk with me. This place stinks.
I was secretly on cloud nine but i did not let it show.
Gary : You kidding ? Pete would freak out if he knew we shared rooms.
Karen : Oh please Gary, normally you would have jumped at the chance. haha.
I shrugged and accepted her offer.
Karen help me over to her room and onto the queen size bed.
I maintained a pathatic look on my face and closed my eyes immediately when my head hit the pillow.
Karen : I know you are not asleep yet Gary, i’ve got a swiss army knife btw. I will stab you if you try anything. haha..
I gave a weak smile but did not offer a reply.
I turned my back toward Karen and pretended to doze off, careful to keep exactly to the side of the bed, giving her more space.
I heard her enter the bathroom and the shower came on.
I could smell the fragrance of the soup Karen used when the bathroom door opened. I heard the hair dyer went buzzing as she dried her hair.
I maintained my posture, with my back towards Karen .
Then there was total silence.
I heard the dragging of a chair before i felt Karen’s leg tapping me on my chest. I opened to see her manicured feet nudging me.
She had on her bathrobe, and she settled back into the armchair.
She tore open a packet of chips and pushed up her specs.
Karen : i’ve got questions.
I adjusted myself and replied.
Gary : Me too .
Karen : But first, you jolly well put on something. you are not sleeping on this bed with only that towel on.
I smiled and tried to get up before saying.
Gary : Ermm.. i think i left everything in my room. Even the card key.
Karen threw a chip at me which i grabbed and ate it.
Karen : You sneaky bastard, did you plan all this, haha. In my room without your key.
I rolled my eyes and tried to settle back onto the bed.
Karen : Kidding. How’s the hand ?
I nodded, saying it’s better.
Karen : Don’t sleep first. i’ve got something to ask you.
Gary : me too.
Karen : Why are you here in thailand ?
Gary : Looking for my brother-in-law. Family money issue.
That seem to satisfy Karen as she did not probe further.
Gary : What about you ?
Karen : Work.
Gary : can i ask you something.. Why didn;t you tell Pete we were classmates ?
Karen seemed to be considering her answer before pouring the rest of the chips into her mouth.
Karen : Goodnight Gary.
She stood up and i saw her undid her bathrobe string. My heart stopped.
It cannot be this easy. No way.
Removing her bathrobe, i saw she was fully clothed inside in her pyjamas. A pair of shorts and a spag top.
Throwing the robe at me , she gestured for me to put it on.
I struggled to put on before removing the towel underneath. I had some difficulty trying the robe due to my injury and Karen stepped in.
She stood a step away from me and i felt the stir of my erection building up.
Her hands reached for the robe string and helped me to tie up.
SHe did a butterfly before sealing it with a dead knot.
Karen : Don’t even think Gary, don’t even think about it.
WIth that she pushed me down on my butt onto the bed.
I went to sleep with a smile on my face as i felt the matteress behind me depressed with Karen’s weight
Small baby steps.
I’m taking small baby steps.
I continue my wait
I couldn;t sleep.
My eyes were wide opened in the darkened room.
It’s not because of the fact that i’m lying beside Karen.
It’s the 6 fucking cups of coffee.
I turned myself to face Karen, trying to keep my movement small.
She’s lying face up, left hand on her abdomen and her right hand above her forehead.
Her eyes were close, i couldn’t tell if she is asleep or pretending to be.
My eyes traced the profile of her face, climbing up the ridge of her nose, the cleft of her lips. Her lips are shiny, lush, the small amount of light creeping in from the window lit up the bottom part of her chin.
I saw her mouth relaxed and her lips parted a little.
Her chest rose and fall in a fluid motion. The twin peaks seemed unconquerable, no other man had planted their flag on them except for Pete.
My eyes were denied the rest of Karen’s body as they disappeared beneath the blanket. I felt my manhood awaken, signals rushing to my brain.
I was about to perch myself up to get a better look at Karen when i felt the itch on my nose and i gave out a series of loud sneeze.
Erk ceeese Erk ceeese ErkErk Erk Erk ceeese.
The bed shook with each explusion of air and Karen turned towards me.
We were now facing each other, her eyes wide opened. Staring blankly at mine.
Gary : What ? I’m just sneezing.. i didn;t do anything.
Karen was quiet, continuing her stare.
A moment later, she asked.
Karen : How did you and your wife meet ?
I’m torn between fabricating up a story and telling her the truth. In the end i decided to tell her the truth.
I could not remember how much time went by, eventually we drifted off to sleep in the midst of our conversation.
I woke up to see a pair of eyes staring at me.
Karen : Morning.
Gary : Morning. What time is it ?
Karen : 6.30
Gary : Wow. you’re up so early ?
Karen : Work.
She kept to her mono syllabus reply but kept up her stare.
Karen : Were those stories about you true Gary ?
Gary : What stories ?
She rolled her eyes again.
Karen : You know what i’m talking about.
Gary : They are just rumours.
Our eyes never left each other, i could see my reflection in her cornea.
Pushing herself up, she disappeared into the shower, but not before looking over her shoulders back at me.
I hear the water running at the sink but she left the door open.
I got up and walked slowly towards the bathroom.
Karen is bent over the sink, brushing her teeth, her behind looked inviting. The tight perky butt of a woman.
I’ve had my share of young girls, but to really taste the ripeness and maturity of a woman is the fortune of a select few.
Karen saw my looking at her through the mirror but did not offer a reply.
I advanced a few steps forward, my hands went apart, holding the door frame. I took another step, joining Karen in the bath room. She did not chase me out. Rinsing out the toothpaste, Karen replaced the glass cup onto the vanity top.
I could see she had a look of defiance on her. It’s as if she refuse to admit that she is attracted to me one and other. I felt that there seemed to be some hint of an alpha mentality to this woman as well.
She’s leaning back against the basin, looking at me. Waiting for me to make the first move, say the first word.
I took another step towards her and i could smell the mint of her breath.
I closed up the last step until our body almost touched, just a few more millimeters. Raising up my right hand, my index finger formed a ‘c’ shape and i touched her nose.
I felt a breath of air on my chin as Karen continued her stare at me, as if daring me to go further.
Bringing my face slowly towards her forehead, my right hand went behind to support her neck, bringing her closer. I kiss Karen on the forehead and felt the slightest tremble in her body.
Gary :Thank you for helping me when i’m in such a pathatic state last night.
She was silent, quiet, leaning against the basin.
I offered my hand as i back stepped into the shower and she took it.
Closing the shower stall, i could see the confusion and the dilemma Karen is going through.
I did not want to give her time to think as my hand reached for the shower lever and let loose a torrent of cold water that eventually start to warm up around us.
I saw the water soak through Karen’s clothes, bringing out the shape of her bra. Every trickle of water that disappeared into her cleavage converged into a larger tributary that made the bottom of her spag top look like a waterfall.
I would have loved a blowjob right about now but it’s not the time. Karen is still confused, unsure. I believe in giving before accepting anyway.
I lifted her chin and brought my mouth to hers. Tasting Karen’s mouth for the first time caused my erection to do a ten commandment parting of my bathrobe. My penis throbbing under the splatter of the shower.
I did not french for too long and i retreated.
Karen’s eyes were still on me as i slowly lowered my self, getting on my knees.
I was gauging her reaction, waiting for her acceptance.
My hands reached for the button of her shorts and undid the button.
I was hesitant with the zip but i saw Karen took half a step closer to me and her hands went onto my hair.
What is there to lose for her anyway ? You have a guy on his knees, his robe is still on.
I lowered her pants, letting it drop to the floor.
I saw Karen’s manicured feet stepped out of the short, when my eyes rose up again, i was greeted with a plain grey panty. The wetness of the shower giving her a cameltoe.
Bringing my face towards her pelvis, i felt the extra nudge at the back of my head. My hands went behind Karen, feeling up her firm butt as i tilted my head sideways.
My tongue parted the side seams of Karen’s panty and i saw the oasis beyond. I explored the nether region with my tongue, trying to feel my way around, get my bearings and orientation. Karen took the initiative and held aside her undies, giving me access to her privates.
Cupping my mouth below, i allowed the water cascading down Karen’s body and her pussy to flow into my mouth. I drank them by the mouthfuls, wanting to taste the heavenly juice my goddess has granted for this particular moment.
I used the bottom of my lip to brush up towards her swollen clit. Karen is unshaven, just the way i like it, au natural. Forming a pout on my lips, i cupped myself over her clitoris.
Alternating between sucks and the probing of my tongue, i bobbed my head gently, sending shockwaves if electricity into Karen’s body.
I was more worried about the bald patch that seems to be getting bigger at the top part of my hair than anything else, Karen seemd to be grabbing my hair pretty tight.
I felt the encouraging nudge of her left hand behind my head and i licked her clitoris more eagerly. I gave up the tip of my tongue but used the middle , flatest portion as far as i could, pressing my warm tongue onto her eager privates.
The roar of the shower in the small stall is deafening. I caught a couple of moans from Karen but i couldn;t be sure.
I slithered my tongue near the entrance of her vagina, slipping in and pulling out quickly.
Suddenly i felt Karen’s leg gave way for a moment and i held her steady.
Something came over her and she stopped the shower.
Karen seemed to be looking around for support when she decided to put her left leg over my shoulder.
Cradling my head in her arms, she pressed my face towards her privates.
I swirl up a mouthful of water and saliva, cupping my mouth over her clitoris, long strokes of tongue action followed.
I heard the sharp intake of air that gave hint of her lost of control
The 2nd sharp suck of hair coupled with Karen pressing me harder towards her told me she is at the peak of her tolerance.
I switched to quick flicking of my tongue and i heard the first moan escaped from Karen as her legs buckled downwards. Letting go of her undies, the hem of her panty snapped against my nose, pushing me away from her private for a brief moment.
Cupping myself back in, I sucked onto her throbbing clit through the wet panty, refusing to let go as Karen’s moan turned to a wheezing groan.
Trying to push me away, i got a few sharp slaps across my head before her legs started kicking all over.
Karen collasped into a heap on the bathroom floor as i felt a trickle of blood at the side of my lips. I tasted the irony taste as i wiped away the cut i got from Karen kneeing me against my cheek.
Karen : I’m so sorry… I didn;t mean to.
I collasped onto a heap beside Karen inside the shower stall.
I could feel the aching muscles of my mouth and tongue throbbing in protest.
As we both catch our breath in the bathroom, i mentally marked on my imaginary progress board.
Skipping the check box for breast, i placed a mental tick on the box beside the vagina.
Breakfast never tasted so good before.