Candice took my hand and ran ahead, literally dragging me towards the bicycle store near KFC. I was forced to choose a tandem bike instead of renting two separate bicycles. It was though initially as we were cycling out of sync. Our legs kept slipping off the pedals and had to stop to help each other. 20 minutes into cycling, we found that we were riding in tandem with each other and we found ourselves at a roadside booth selling drinks.
Candice suggested that we stopped for a drink and asked me for a bottle of 100 Plus. I watched as she engulfed the bottle top in her mouth and sucked on the isotonic water inside provocatively and felt a small bulge forming in my underwear. She dislodged the bottle from her mouth and smiled at me before motioning for me to go over.
She whipped out her phone and opened the Instagram app and started camwhoring with me in the frame. I jokingly asked why she wanted an ogre in the frame and she responded by grabbing me closer towards her (note: I’m not very tall and am rather slim. I’m not more than 50kg as well). I smelled her delicious long hair pressed towards my nose as she snapped away.
She was finally done and she took out my phone, telling me to take a picture of her and use it as my wallpaper. I was momentarily stunned for a moment (as my phone’s wallpaper was a picture of Joanne, naturally) but still obliged and
took a picture of her
. Instead of setting it as my phone’s wallpaper, I sent it to her via MMS instead.
She laughed when her phone buzzed with my message and prodded me, telling me to remount my bike. We rode all the way to Changi airport where we dismounted and sat on the roadside together. I found out that her dad was American and her mum Singaporean, which explained the way she looked. Her dad is the Managing Director of one of the largest oil companies in the world – which explained her wealth.
Candice glanced at her phone and jumped up, exclaiming that we were going to exceed the 3 hours we rented the bike for. I suggested calling a cab but she hit me, saying that the bike wouldn’t fit in the boot. We rode back to the stall at breakneck speed but were still late. I reluctantly peeled out a $10 note to pay for the late charges before finding a drinks stall to quench my thirst.
C: Wei, where are you bringing me for dinner?
Me: Huh? I’m supposed to bring you for dinner?
C: Yes. And I want to go shopping after that.
Me: Oh…
I drove Candice home to change and she led me to her room. I stepped into her room and was instantly hit by the insane mess inside. No, I don’t mean clothes strewn all over the floor mess but more of the insane amounts of furniture she had in the room. There was a sofa set in the middle of the room and cabinets which she stored her things and a huge four poster bed at one end (who still had those things anyway).
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I sense some fun coming hehehe
Hahaha what is this fun you speak of? Lol
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haha nice! really enjoying this artistic work of fiction and falsehood.
JESUS IS HERE! Thank you Jesus accrediting my story!
She walked off into her wardrobe and appeared a while later with a set of men’s clothing.
Me: Why do you have men’s clothes in your cupboard?
C: It’s not a cupboard and why can’t I have any?
Me: Fine! Be that way! Walk in closet! And because you’re not male.
C: Hmph! Why can’t I have guys over? You jealous? Go get changed, the toilet is there.
I walked into the toilet and shut the door with a bang. I took the chance to explore her toilet in great detail. There were boxes, locked, which I presume contains her shaving kit or what not. There were no articles of clothing present in the large marble clad room, certainly nothing I could sniff. There wasn’t even a pad bin for goodness sake. I quickly changed into the clothes she passed me, which fit me surprisingly fine.
She was still inside her walk-in when I came out and I took the time to look around her room further. Her worn clothes were still inside the wardrobe with her and I had no chance to give them a sniff. I plonked myself down on the luxurious looking leather sofa and took out my phone to reply to some text messages. I found that Joanne was going to have dinner with her family in Hougang tonight, leaving Orchard safe for me.
Candice walked out of her cabinet finally, wearing a short lacy skirt from Miu Miu. It was blazing red and she nicely topped it all off with a diamond studded necklace around her neck. She was barefoot when we walked down the stairs again from her room on the second floor and I had the opportunity to look at her pedicured toes as she walked ahead of me.
She slipped on a pair of shiny heels while I ran to get my car. The sun was almost setting when we headed off to sit in the notorious jams outside Ngee Ann City. I was positively famished when we finally arrived at St. Regis for dinner and I ordered for Candice, having had enough of her wilful princess-cy attitude.
We went shopping after dinner and she dragged me into the many boutiques in the shopping centres lining Orchard Road. I was invited into the changing room more than once, but she always had dresses on, and just needed somebody to zip up for her. I wonder who did that for her when she was home though.
She made me drive her to Avalon after shopping and invited me in with her. I tried to politely decline but she insisted that I go in with her. She went up to the entrance and flashed the bouncers a smile. We were let in instantly.
The blaring music hit me even before I walked into the large space and it got even louder when I went inside. I never liked clubs with their loud music and half-drunk people but decided to remain silent. Candice and I were escorted to a table in the quiet end of the club where I was introduced to the rest of her friends. They didn’t wait for us and I could see that the 3 of them had already gone through 5 bottles of Dom.
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Rawr
I am the Great Red Dragon of Revelation, Blake and Dolarhyde
And turning from me you pay homage to jesus of nazareth?
*flexes wings
In a trice i can fly from you
Trust in the Dragon.
It is with deep regret that I announce: the Great Dragon is unable to sense sarcasm.
The two girls in the group were already dancing wildly and their short dresses were hiked up, showing their panties underneath when they sat down again. I was offered a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue but turned it down on the basis that I don’t drink. The party wore on and more annoying club music played and I allowed myself to indulge in a glass of unknown cocktail.
It was momentarily interesting for me when Candice pulled me up and started grinding me in front of her friends. I felt my rock hard member press against her bubble butt and I let my hands grab her towards me. I wanted to let it go on for one song but the temptation to keep her in that position was too great. Her long luscious hair was nearly in my nose and I could smell the combination of her shampoo and the alcohol. That was too much for me as I felt pulses in my pants and came all over my underwear - embarrassingly.
The three girls had a mini competition on who could do a handstand for longer and kicked off their heels. While the two of us guys watched, they walked unsteadily about three steps away from our table and did a handstand, spreading their legs wide in the air, baring their panties for us to see. The competition ended with Candice vomiting all over the floor and her silky long hair, prompting me to go forth and bring her to the toilet.
I waited outside the ladies as she cleaned herself up. It seemed like an eternity before she emerged from the washroom again and I told her I was bringing her home. She asked what time it was and I lied that it was almost 2am, before she conceded and allowed me to send her home.
I left her with a bellboy in the MBS lobby while I went off to get my car. I made sure to cover the analogue clock in the car before pressing the large engine start button and then D. Candice was led unsteadily to my car and I gave the bellboy a small tip and speeding away from the hotel lobby before she could make a mess of the car.
I fingered my way through her bag, searching for the remote to her gate and dragged her into the house. I hoped that the alarm system is not armed as I unlocked the door cautiously. I took a tentative step forward and supported her into the house, one arm on her waist. The coast seems clear, no alarms sounded. I removed her shoes and mine with my feet before stepping further into the house.
“Why”, I asked myself. “Why am I acting as if I was committing a crime and breaking into her house”.
It was torturous, carrying her up the stairs to her room on the second floor. She was dead drunk and had zoned out by the time we were on Thomson Road. I was literally half carrying her. I was rewarded when I got into her room. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I found her bed just where I remembered it to be. I probably should try to wake her up or at least help her to wash her hair…
I plonked her down and started exploring the rest of her room.
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OMG if Candice looks like that i wouldve dumped Joanne and all the other bitches haha!
Hahaha to each his own bro.
I hope there is a girl for everyone’s liking
And sometimes you chase a girl and fail. No point dumping the rest to find later that Candice dumped you.
Her room was tidy, save for the clutter of furniture she had. I ignored her bathroom, having explored it earlier in the afternoon. Instead, I went straight for her walk in cabinet where I was treated to the clothes she changed from in the afternoon. The small pile of clothes randomly strewn on the floor was hard to miss the moment I stepped in.
I closed the door and allowed myself to turn on the lights in the closet while I looked at the loot on the ground. Among the clothes she wore in the afternoon, I recognised the pair of black socks she wore inside her converse sneakers when we went to East Coast Park. There was also a set of lingerie on the floor which I could only assume she wore earlier in the day.
I brought the bra up to my face and took in the smell of her sweat from the cycling session that afternoon and felt a tingling sensation in my pants. Even though I had just released my load a few hours ago, there was the distinct sensation of my member coming to life again.
I freed my member from its confinement in my pants and it sprung out of my underwear like a dog with its tongue out. It met the soft fabric of Candice’s worn socks and my nose was introduced to her worn panties. It smelled a little like urine but otherwise, it smelled very feminine indeed. I took in the whole scent of Candice’s privates and shot load after load into her black ankle socks.
Realising what I just did, I hastily stuffed her socks in my pocket for disposal outside her house and wore my pants. I switched off the lights and checked that there were no sounds before making my way out of her house as silently as possible. I left her automatic gates open even after I sped away in the Rapide because I had no way of closing them from outside the house.
The next morning
Sunlight flitted through my curtains, waking me from my refreshing sleep. I reached over to my glass bedside table for my iPhone to check the time. I noticed some unread messages and opened the one that caught my eye.
C: Thanks for sending me home last night. And eew my hair stinks!
Me: That’s ok. At least you didn’t stink up the car so much that perfume won’t help.
C: F U.
I chuckled to myself and threw the phone lightly on my bedside table. I grabbed some fresh clothes and walked into my bathroom for a shower to get ready for my date with Joanne later.
It was a rather uneventful date and Joanne was really excited, with our upcoming trip only a week away. We are going to spend 4 days in the resort island of Bali before I fly off to Hong Kong for my internship. I did however; pick out a few dresses and a pair of heels for Joanne for her to wear on our short getaway.
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Wah bro your story really interesting, chionged through in 3 hours, expecting more twist and action :P read Liao made me sign up to sbf. Looking forward to more sexciting stories
Wow thank you bro. It is really heartening to read that you were inspired to sign up for an account here after reading my story.
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Wow superb story bro! Been stalking for a while and with the recent Candice arc, it got really exciting! Can’t wait to read more. Thanks for sharing your gift for writing!
Thank you for reading my story and you’re most welcome.
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26 May 2012
The rest of the week passed rather uneventfully. The week passed so uneventfully that I was caught surprised when it was Saturday morning already.
“Viva La Vida” played through my B&O speakers, nudging me awake and announcing that it was 8 in the morning. I pressed my hair down with some water before grabbing the haversack and the suitcase and walking to the door. Hold on a moment! Almost forgot! I grabbed a light blue box about the size of a CD case and slid it into the bottom of my haversack.
I wolfed down my breakfast of sausage, ham and eggs while my luggage was loaded into the back of my car. I was to drive to my parents place before I picked up Joanne and head for the airport. I ran up to my room and did a last minute check, off the back of my head, to see if there was anything that I might have missed. Oh yes – that small golden box at the bottom of my cupboard. I slid it into my back pocket and ran towards my car. My, am I looking forward to the trip.
I arrived at my parents’ house with time to spare and my mum was waiting for me at the dining table. She told me that one of my dad’s PA would be accompanying us on the trip to ensure that all our needs are taken care of. She also passed me two boxes of Macaroons from Laduree, which she brought back last night from her business trip in France (remember, this was before Laduree opened outlets in Singapore). There was one box for Joanne’s parents and one for us to enjoy in Bali. How thoughtful of her.
I was about to leave the house when the doorbell rang and one of our maids ran to get the door. Ah, my dad’s PA has arrived. My dad introduced him as Harold and he was dressed to the nines. He was in suit and tie, as if he was reporting to work instead of going for a holiday. I very much wanted to suggest he dress down for the trip but I suspect his suitcase was filled with identical sets of clothes. Not much I could do there then. Harold’s luggage was loaded into the back of the Phantom along with mine and we were off!
Our next stop was Joanne’s house. We arrived under her block half an hour earlier than we were supposed to. That was good. It would give me time to interact with her parents and get myself into their good books – or so I hoped
. Harold and Alfred waited in the car when I went up to Joanne’s house. Joanne’s mum opened the door when I arrived.
Joanne’s mum: Hello! You’re very early! Joanne is still doing some last minute packing before she changes for the trip.
Me: That’s alright aunty. Let me see if she needs any help packing. By the way, here is a box of Macaroons flown in from France. I hope you’ll enjoy them.
With that, I passed her the carefully wrapped box and headed into Joanne’s room for the first time.