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Calm and composed I might have been in the room, but I had to stop and collect myself once outside. My heart was beating furiously, and I was trembling. There was a chair in the lift lobby, and I sat on it and closed my eyes while I reflected on what I had just seen.
The vision of that lithe young body appeared the very instant I closed my eyes. Those slender legs, parted to reveal her well-oiled labia, with her body pulsing in sync with her finger as she pleasured herself and gasped in enjoyment, was such a sensual sight that I found myself in a state of extreme arousal. D hadn’t yet started shaving down there, but the growth was pretty light, and as it happens I actually prefer a plucked pussy to a shaved one. She had a tight, flat stomach and a lovely curve to her hips, and I started fantasizing about what the rest of her body, especially her breasts, looked like. Some animal instinct was aroused within me, and I wondered what it would be like to ravish that tender young body and plunge into her and have her screaming under me as I brought her to orgasm!
I pulled myself together with a start! X was waiting downstairs and would soon start wondering what the hell I was doing. Better get moving! D had obviously seen her mother sneaking into my room in the afternoon, most likely even heard the movement of the bed, and that had set her hormones raging. Going by the picture in her hand, she was getting off on thinking about her mother and I having sex…. Or maybe she was just thinking about me!! “Stop it” I said to myself, “this is all about a young girl growing up, you must not think like a pervert. You have a lovely partner in X, focus on her”.
I rushed back to the bar, and resumed my seat next to X as I told her that her bag was safe. “And D?” she asked. Oh, still awake, but tucked up in bed and about to sleep”.
It was really cosy in the bar, and X cuddled up to me and started talking about D, how tough it had been bringing D up on her own without any help from her ex-husband, her dreams for the child, how sweet she was and so on. I’m sure I appeared an attentive and sympathetic listener, but my mind was still churning and I was suffering from more than a twinge of guilt and confusion. I think I had convinced D that I had seen nothing. Should I now say anything to X, who was obviously a concerned mother, or should I just keep quiet ?
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Fellow Samsters, I’d love to hear your views on what I should have done. Of course, I will continue to unfold the tale and tell you what did (or did not) happen, but it would be interesting to get some opinions!
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Originally Posted by
Yardstick
Being sensible and sane, it is better to keep quiet. It is a secret you know only, technically. Why burst the bubble when telling the mother can get the girl into trouble and even distant you from them.
Thank you Bro Yardstick. I agree with you. That was my conclusion too!
Apologies for the delayed update! I’m afraid I’ve been travelling a fair bit and haven’t had a chance to write the next episode ….. but it’s coming soon. Stand by
X went straight to the other room, and I didn’t try and hold her back as I had to go to the conference in the morning, but I don’t think I need to tell you that the night was rather restless. Even so, I was off at 9 to the conference venue, all bathed and spruced up in a tailored charcoal coloured suit. I’ve been complimented a lot about how good I look in a suit, so I shan’t be modest about it and will tell you that I did look pretty smart that morning.
Checking in at the conference reception I found that I was quite early and there weren’t too many people about. A charming redhead gave me a warm smile and fished out my welcome pack. “Ah, you’re from Singapore” she said, “I’ve heard it’s a lovely place”.
“You haven’t been to Singapore yet?” I said with an amazed look! “You have to come”.
I took another look at her, and loved what I saw. Shoulder length hair, a sweet dimpled smile (I’m a sucker for dimples, haha), mischievous eyes and a nicely curved figure, with the top two buttons of her blouse undone and giving a glimpse of frilly lace and two glorious mounds! And that lovely French-accented English, so sexy!! She must have been in her mid 30s. French women have a certain je ne sais quois about them I thought as I peered at her chest, stretching out the time needed to read her name as I cast another eye over those lovely protrusions. There was no way I could resist flirting with her.
“Margot. What a lovely name! Dear Margot, please give me your e-mail address and I will send you an invitation and look after you on your visit – which must be very soon!”
Her smile grew broader and she scribbled something on a card and handed it to me. Margot Laurent it said, and there was an e-mail address and a phone number.
“You will hear from me very soon” I said, marvelling at my luck.
“ I finish work by six this evening she said, so…”
“See you then, right here” I said with my most charming smile, and went off to get myself a coffee as she had to deal with other registrants.
The conference was fantastic. I met a lot of people I needed to meet, and some of the speakers were excellent. There were quiet moments as well, and I found myself reflecting on Margot and what she’d be like in bed. Funny how fickle the male mind is!
I called X in the coffee break and asked what she was doing. They had just finished breakfast and were off shopping. I told her to take her time as things were hectic at the conference and I would need to meet some contacts afterwards, which might mean a late return.
Do you guys ever have the feeling that you’re driven to do things by some primal urge, even while your brain is wondering what the fuck you’re up to? That’s how I felt. Two lovely girls waiting for me at the hotel, and here I was trying to chat up a French bird who I’d barely met …..
Many thanks to Andythai, Bombshell and Whywhy00 for upping my points. Much appreciated. And thanks to all Samsters who posted for their wonderful support. More updates coming soon!
You know what guys? Forget X. Forget Margot. Fuck them and forget them I say. Maybe I’ll take you through the whole story later. Yes, I chatted up Margot that evening. Yes, she came to Singapore some months later and spent two ravishing weeks with me … me ravishing her is what I mean, of course. Yes X and D and I had a great four-day stay in Paris. Lots of sightseeing, plenty of shopping, not much sex, but lots of enjoyment. Yes, X and I broke up soon after. On my part, I felt guilty about my growing lust for D. On X’s part, she didn’t like some of the messages Margot was sending me. Why don’t women fucking understand? Don’t pry into my phone if you’re going to get upset about shit like that!
So what’s the hurry now? I’ve been slowly building up my story over the past few months, and you’ve been patiently waiting for updates and supporting me. I’ll tell you what the hurry is. I want to move you forward in time to TODAY!! I’m bursting with excitement and want to share what’s happening right now!
I am lying on the beach in Bali in the shade of an umbrella, wearing swimming shorts and a light t-shirt. Two empty bottles of champagne are strewn on the sand next to my lounger, and two glasses with some champagne remaining in them are sitting on the table beside me. One of the glasses has lipstick smudges on it. A pair of pink Havaiannas is also lying near me, but their owner isn’t to be seen. I’m feeling very groggy. After all, drinking champagne in the heat of the afternoon is never a good idea.
I turn on my Macbook Air, which opens to SBF. The page reads “My girlfriend’s daughter”, and I’ve obviously dozed off while composing an update.
Suddenly I sense some motion behind me, but before I can react I feel something touch the nape of my neck, and then there’s an excruciating sensation travelling down my back. No, I have not been stabbed. Even worse. The bitch has poured a glass full of ice down the back of my t-shirt. Sheer agony. I jump up and, ignoring the giggling beauty in front of me, contort myself and try and get the ice out. What a way to wake up. I’m alert now, the ice has gone, and I turn my attention back to little Miss Mischief, who is still very pleased with herself. In two strides I am upon her and lift her up in my arms and start walking to our beachside cottage which is a mere 10 metres away. She still giggles and tries to wriggle out of my arms, but my grip is firm and my resolve is resolute. She’s going to get what she wants, and we both know it. We get a couple of strange looks. I guess some guys thought that she was my daughter, and are now beginning to wonder what’s going on. That’s for me to know and for them to guess, guys.
I’m in the cottage now, where I deposit my quivering target onto the bed – and not too gently. She looks at me in anticipation. Her wide gazelle-like eyes bring out her delicate beauty and youth. She whimpers and, with that sound, the animal instinct within me is unleashed. I drop onto the bed and, pulling her towards me, roughly bring my lips to the tender skin of her neck and shoulders. As she drops her head back, I savour the sensation of her soft skin and inhale her fragrances. I run my hands over her body and squeeze one buttock with my left hand. She moans as I do that, and I move my hands behind her to unhook her bikini top. Her lovely breasts spring free. I bring my mouth to her breast and take one hard nipple into my mouth, nipping it gently with my teeth. She moans again. I move to the other breast, sucking hungrily. She moans yet again. I cannot put words to the intensity of my pounding erection.
I reach into the drawer beside me and pull out a bundle of silk scarves. “You’ve been a bad girl” I said “and you know what happens to bad girls”. A tremor passes through her as I bind her hands and feet to the four posters of the bed firmly, removing the bikini bottom in the process. That done, I look down at my naked, trembling prey. No, I am not a sadist. There are no whips or knives about to come out. Just the slow torture that comes from giving pleasure! I turn my attentions back to her, and start trailing my fingers gently over her firm, young body. I come close to the erogenous zones, but stop just at the edge. She squirms and gasps for more, for release from the sensations building up inside her. Now I bring my mouth to her body, and savour her with my lips, tongue and breath – again making sure that I have her writhing and begging for release. I can’t describe the sensation that comes from having the power of pleasure over her. I take my time doing this. I start moving towards her breasts, circling her nipples which are bulging out, and then give her relief by capturing them in my mouth.
I slowly drag my tongue along the inside of her thigh and fleetingly flick her labia at the end of the movement. She screams, and tries to thrust her pussy in my face, but I move away. Again and again…. Circling and flicking at her until she is oozing from her pussy and straining at her binds and begging me to put an end to her suffering. “ I can’t take more, please please……”. Music to a man’s ears, isn’t it !
I lean forward and apply my tongue in one stroke from the bottom of her pussy to her Mound of Venus, giving her clit a good rub in the process, and she screams. There’s probably a crowd at the windows from all that noise, but who the fuck cares. We are too busy to look, anyway. I nip her clit gently and then tease it with my tongue, increasing the frequency of movement as we go along. She sobs in gratitude, comes with a shudder and scream, squirts right into my face and then falls back sobbing. But I haven’t finished with her… not by far. And she fears that ….