As expected, I went to work like a zombie on Friday. Luckily the drive over wasn’t so bad as I could hardly stay awake.
Jasmine was at the smoking point when I reached.
J: Late night?
Me: Yeah.
J: Can’t be that late right? You sent me home before midnight.
Me: I had to pleasure my woman.
J: Haha! I thought you had a schedule.
Me: She didn’t follow it.
J: Poor you.
Me: I’m used to it.
J: Really?
Me: Sort of.
J: Must be really fun. Having lots of sex with different people, lots of money, driving a sports car…
Me: Really? You wanna swap places?
J: Your sugar mommy needs a sugar baby?
Me: I can ask.
J: I was kidding. I prefer sausages to abalones.
Me: You haven’t had sausages for awhile? Maybe try some abalone?
J: There’s no suitable sausage. Don’t think I’ll ever be interested in abalones.
Me: How would you know if you never tried? Referring to other sausages as well.
J: You’re funny. Really funny. I honestly enjoy this banter.
Me: That’s good. Just don’t report me to HR for sexual harassment.
J: Oh please. You think our HR cares about that? Besides you’re HR also. You want to ownself check ownself?
Me: Wow. I haven’t heard that in a long time.
J: Ownself check ownself? Love that phrase.
Me: Oh? I take it you’re not pro-white?
J: No comment. Haha.
Me: Oh. Political topics are off limits?
J: Yeah. I don’t like talking about politics.
Me: But sexual topics aren’t?
J: Why not? We’re both adults.
Me: You’re ok if I talk to you with sexual connotations and innuendo?
J: I think it’s kind of exciting actually. It’s like mild teasing.
Me: And if the teasing doesn’t lead to anything?
J: I’m fine with that. The question is, are you?
Me: Yup. No issues.
J: Really? You sure you’re a normal guy? Not expecting anything?
Me: I’m just glad to have someone other than the people at home to talk to.
J: Don’t you have any friends? Guys or girls.
Me: None that I’m close to. I kinda distanced myself from them when I went for my overseas posting. Didn’t really reconnect when I was back.
J: That’s really sad you know.
Me: And you? Close friends? Guys or girls.
J: Girls of course. My husband would probably be jealous if I had close guy friends.
Me: Oh.
J: You’re scared?
Me: Nope. But don’t wanna cause any friction.
J: He’s miles away. He doesn’t even check up on me daily. On the weekends, if I’m lucky, I’ll get a text. I guess my life is as sad as yours.
Me: Except I’m having sex.
J: Ass. Stop reminding me. You’re so cheeky.
Me: Did you really consider sleeping with that guy?
J: Your predecessor?
Me: Yup.
J: Honestly if a guy that handsome wanted to sleep with me, I’d jump at the chance.
Me: Really?
J: Five years leh. I don’t even masturbate. I probably forgot how to have sex. Or pleasure a guy.
Me: You wanna practice?
She punched my arm. The gym sessions were really working. It kind of hurt.
J: Idiot!
Me: You can practice on me. Haha.
She tried to punch me again but I grabbed her arm. She punched me with the other arm. I really needed to go to the gym.
J: Stop it lah! Don’t put ideas in my head.
Me: Ok.
J: But I kind of like it when you flirt. It’s so different. I don’t know why. But oh my god. You’re so wishy-washy.
Me: I am?
J: Many things is a yes or no. Stop beating around the bush.
Me: I could say the same about you.
J: Obviously the thought has crossed my mind.
Me: But?
J: We don’t know each other that well yet.
Me: And?
J: I will think about it more when we know each other better.
Me: For real?
J: If nothing happens, you will have a close female friend. And I will have a punching bag.
She punched me again.
Me: Wah lau. You need a sparring partner?
J: Yes actually. You do martial arts?
Me: Only what I learnt in the army.
J: So that’s a no la.
Me: What did you learn?
J: Taekwondo.
Me: Isn’t that just kicking?
She punched me again.
J: You do not want me to kick you. Trust me. Besides, my arms are very strong now. When’s our arm wrestling match?
Me: Whenever.
J: You better go lift some weights. Weakling.
Me: I’m sure I can hold out.
J: And if you can’t?
Me: Err.
J: Let’s do this. If I win, I’ll do whatever I want with you. If you win, same prize.
Me: What is whatever?
J: Anything I want lor.
Me: What is anything?
J: I’ll think about it when or if it happens.
Me: And if I win? I can do anything as well?
J: Within reason. Don’t get funny ideas.
Me: I bet you’re thinking I’m thinking of something sexual.
J: I bet you’re thinking the same thing.
Me: Are you?
J: Maybe? And you?
She smirked.
Me: We don’t know each other that well yet.
J: That’s my line.
It was really all just playful banter at the moment. I had doubts that anything would happen anyway, given my current situation and hers. But it was really refreshing getting to know someone new.
Work went on as usual. Jasmine and I were really just colleagues. I learnt some of the marketing things from her, she really had nothing much to learn from me.
That weekend I did go down to the dealership to look at the new batch of cars. I decided I wanted something more economical and less flashy, eventually settling for a Honda Jazz. At least that could fit 4 passengers if needed.
I could feel like Ann was slightly irritated that I was working so closely with a female colleague, but then again, she was the one that sort of introduced me to this job.
Not surprisingly, Helen never once asked me about my relationship with Ann or her family. To me I was just the executive, and obviously one that wasn’t attractive enough to proposition for whatever reason.
Rebecca also left me alone mostly, we had not much in common except for being in the same department.
It did get me thinking though, how the previous guy could have so easily convinced them to send nudes and even video themselves having sex. It brought to mind the scandal with those influencers previously. What exactly was it that made them so willing to do such things? Not that I was going to ask for nudes, but the mere fact that it was possible to exert that amount of influence over a person was frankly a little scary.
I decided to ask Jasmine over one of our smoke breaks a couple of days later. It was Chinese New Year eve and everyone was either on leave or just waiting for the half day to end.
Me: Hey.
J: Ya?
Me: How did that guy ask for nudes?
J: What do you mean how?
Me: I mean did he ask directly or indirectly?
J: I don’t understand what you’re asking.
Me: I’m interested to know how he did it?
J: Maybe you should ask him? Why ask me?
Me: I don’t know him. I know you were a potential victim.
J: I’m not stupid enough.
Me: So it’s stupidity?
J: To me it is. Some girls just don’t use their brains enough. Or maybe they’re insecure about something or low self esteem? So when a handsome guy comes along, gives them some sweet words, they melt?
Me: And it didn’t work on you because you’re super confident about yourself?
J: Of course not. But I don’t see a need to send someone something I might regret.
Me: That didn’t answer the question.
She took out her phone and scrolled to the gallery.
J: See for yourself.
Me: What?
I glanced at the phone.
She was flexing in front of a mirror topless, but showing off her back. It was extremely defined. Like a bodybuilders.
Me: Wow.
J: I look like a guy.
I stared at her. Maybe for a little too long.
Me: Not from the front.
She punched me again.
J: I’ve still got boobs ok!
Me: Looks like it. Can’t really see what’s under the clothes.
J: Swipe right then.
The next picture was of her front. She was squeezing her chest together, arms crossed, and nicely covering her nipples. But what really captured my attention was her muscled deltoids, triceps and forearms. I guess she was a large B-cup. Couldn’t really tell.
Me: Err…
J: You think any guy would get turned on by that? Haha!
Me: Well…
J: Erase that image from your mind please.
Me: It’s not actually a nude selfie. You’re just showing off your muscles.
J: Still. Don’t tell anyone hor! I’ll break you.
Me: How are you going to break me?
J: Make you hard then snap it off lor.
Me: I’d have to be naked and aroused first.
J: I’m actually pretty curious about you too.
Me: What about?
J: What makes you so attractive to those women?
Me: I guess I’m attentive to their needs?
J: Ya right.
Me: I’m also submissive?
J: That’s a very unattractive quality in a guy.
Me: Seems to be working for me.
J: So if I pinned you down and sat on your face. What would you do?
Me: I guess I’d eat you out?
J: Ok. Booking my next waxing appointment.
Me: Haha. Sure.
J: I might be kidding. Never waxed before. Only shaved.
Me: Why not?
J: Heard it’s painful. But the hubby didn’t wanna go down on me if I wasn’t shaved.
Me: Is he shaved or waxed?
J: Nope.
Me: Sounds a little hypocritical.
J: I’d blow him anyway. Not hard. He cums fast. The hairs don’t tickle me for long. Haha!
Me: So if a guy was shaved…
J: I think I might just torture him with my mouth.
Me: I’m shaved.
J: Prove it.
Me: What? Now?
J: Don’t dare right? Haha!
Me: We don’t know each other that well yet.
J: Wah lau. Stop stealing my line.
Me: Ok ok. Change topic. What are you doing for Chinese New Year?
J: Steamboat with my parents?
Me: No visiting?
J: Nope. Very antisocial. Can’t collect angpow anyway.
Me: Oh damn. Forgot about angpows. Wonder if I have to give her kids angpow.
J: I think they’ll want your duapow instead.
It took me awhile to get the reference.
Me: It’s not that big.
J: Almost every guy I know, and I don’t know that many, claims theirs is the best and biggest.
Me: Well mine works. That’s good enough.
J: Wonder if that guy has a big one.
Me: He doesn’t.
J: How do you know?
Me: Shit.
J: Tell me!
Me: Err.
J: Tell me now!
Me: Didn’t think you were so gossipy.
J: I am. Tell me!
Me: He had photos and videos on his laptop.
J: Knew it! Lucky I never send. Haha!
Me: Right.
J: Who did you see?
Me: Can’t tell you.
J: How big was it?
I estimated with my hands. Slightly shorter than an office ruler.
J: Ok what, looks big for asian. If your estimate is correct. You leh?
Me: I didn’t measure.
J: Ok. Later I bring my ruler to your table.
Me: Funny.
We both had a good laugh and headed back to the office.
Just before we ended for the day, Jasmine really showed up at my desk. She dropped her ruler on it. It was the long office ruler.
J: Heard you were looking for a ruler. I got spare.
Rebecca looked up.
R: I also have a spare, you could have asked me.
I looked at both of them, opened my drawer and took out my 15cm ruler.
Me: It’s ok. I found one.
J: So short. How you draw long lines with that?
Me: I don’t really need to draw long lines?
J: Ok lor.
She took back her ruler and went back to her desk.
Rebecca gave me that “What was that about?” look.
R: Weirdo. Pity you. You have to work with her.
Me: Huh? Why?
R: She’s a bit ‘sot’. Must be because husband abandoned her.
Me: Err.
R: Then she always wear long sleeves even outside. Not hot meh? Must be covering up her tattoos or something.
Me: Don’t judge la.
R: I never! Just think she’s arrogant.
Me: I think she’s fine.
R: Ok. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Don’t get too close to her. Wait she report you to HR.
Me: Did someone get reported to HR by her before?
R: Confidential. You ask Shirlyn.
Me: Ok.
The remainder of the day passed without much incident and I met Jasmine at the smoking point again.
Me: So….
J: What.
Me: Rebecca said you reported someone to HR before?
J: Wah that bitch.
Me: You did?
J: I only mentioned that I didn’t like how that guy was pestering me. But I didn’t mention how he was pestering me.
Me: Ah.
J: Irritating la. Can’t take no for an answer.
Me: That bad huh.
J: Like I said. I won’t be surprised if he slept with everyone in the office.
Me: Uh-huh.
J: And since you said he had pictures and videos. I won’t be surprised if you already saw everyone in the office, except me, naked.
Me: Only two of them were from the office. I won’t say who.
J: Don’t need to say I already know who la. Must be the HR bitch.
Me: Is there some office politics I don’t know about.
J: You don’t need to know. You will experience it for yourself. Stupid slut, married already but so loose. If there were more guys around she’d be flirting or sleeping with them all.
Me: Why is everyone so judgemental.
J: Whatever la. Don’t spoil my CNY mood. Wait I ask you to drink with me tonight how?
Me: Ok.
J: Really?
Me: After reunion dinner.
J: Oh ya. Thursday you don’t need to fuck.
Me: I see you know my schedule very well.
J: I’ll text you after my dinner la. On?
Me: Ok.
I sent her home after the cigarette and then helped Ann to prepare the steamboat items. I told her I would go to my parents house for a short while before coming back. Before I left, she gave me a thousand dollars as angpow for my parents. I tried to reject but she insisted. I guess I would give the money back to her kids as angpow.
Work went on as usual. Jasmine and I were really just colleagues. I learnt some of the marketing things from her, she really had nothing much to learn from me.
That weekend I did go down to the dealership to look at the new batch of cars. I decided I wanted something more economical and less flashy, eventually settling for a Honda Jazz. At least that could fit 4 passengers if needed.
I could feel like Ann was slightly irritated that I was working so closely with a female colleague, but then again, she was the one that sort of introduced me to this job.
Not surprisingly, Helen never once asked me about my relationship with Ann or her family. To me I was just the executive, and obviously one that wasn’t attractive enough to proposition for whatever reason.
Rebecca also left me alone mostly, we had not much in common except for being in the same department.
It did get me thinking though, how the previous guy could have so easily convinced them to send nudes and even video themselves having sex. It brought to mind the scandal with those influencers previously. What exactly was it that made them so willing to do such things? Not that I was going to ask for nudes, but the mere fact that it was possible to exert that amount of influence over a person was frankly a little scary.
I decided to ask Jasmine over one of our smoke breaks a couple of days later. It was Chinese New Year eve and everyone was either on leave or just waiting for the half day to end.
Me: Hey.
J: Ya?
Me: How did that guy ask for nudes?
J: What do you mean how?
Me: I mean did he ask directly or indirectly?
J: I don’t understand what you’re asking.
Me: I’m interested to know how he did it?
J: Maybe you should ask him? Why ask me?
Me: I don’t know him. I know you were a potential victim.
J: I’m not stupid enough.
Me: So it’s stupidity?
J: To me it is. Some girls just don’t use their brains enough. Or maybe they’re insecure about something or low self esteem? So when a handsome guy comes along, gives them some sweet words, they melt?
Me: And it didn’t work on you because you’re super confident about yourself?
J: Of course not. But I don’t see a need to send someone something I might regret.
Me: That didn’t answer the question.
She took out her phone and scrolled to the gallery.
J: See for yourself.
Me: What?
I glanced at the phone.
She was flexing in front of a mirror topless, but showing off her back. It was extremely defined. Like a bodybuilders.
Me: Wow.
J: I look like a guy.
I stared at her. Maybe for a little too long.
Me: Not from the front.
She punched me again.
J: I’ve still got boobs ok!
Me: Looks like it. Can’t really see what’s under the clothes.
J: Swipe right then.
The next picture was of her front. She was squeezing her chest together, arms crossed, and nicely covering her nipples. But what really captured my attention was her muscled deltoids, triceps and forearms. I guess she was a large B-cup. Couldn’t really tell.
Me: Err…
J: You think any guy would get turned on by that? Haha!
Me: Well…
J: Erase that image from your mind please.
Me: It’s not actually a nude selfie. You’re just showing off your muscles.
J: Still. Don’t tell anyone hor! I’ll break you.
Me: How are you going to break me?
J: Make you hard then snap it off lor.
Me: I’d have to be naked and aroused first.
J: I’m actually pretty curious about you too.
Me: What about?
J: What makes you so attractive to those women?
Me: I guess I’m attentive to their needs?
J: Ya right.
Me: I’m also submissive?
J: That’s a very unattractive quality in a guy.
Me: Seems to be working for me.
J: So if I pinned you down and sat on your face. What would you do?
Me: I guess I’d eat you out?
J: Ok. Booking my next waxing appointment.
Me: Haha. Sure.
J: I might be kidding. Never waxed before. Only shaved.
Me: Why not?
J: Heard it’s painful. But the hubby didn’t wanna go down on me if I wasn’t shaved.
Me: Is he shaved or waxed?
J: Nope.
Me: Sounds a little hypocritical.
J: I’d blow him anyway. Not hard. He cums fast. The hairs don’t tickle me for long. Haha!
Me: So if a guy was shaved…
J: I think I might just torture him with my mouth.
Me: I’m shaved.
J: Prove it.
Me: What? Now?
J: Don’t dare right? Haha!
Me: We don’t know each other that well yet.
J: Wah lau. Stop stealing my line.
Me: Ok ok. Change topic. What are you doing for Chinese New Year?
J: Steamboat with my parents?
Me: No visiting?
J: Nope. Very antisocial. Can’t collect angpow anyway.
Me: Oh damn. Forgot about angpows. Wonder if I have to give her kids angpow.
J: I think they’ll want your duapow instead.
It took me awhile to get the reference.
Me: It’s not that big.
J: Almost every guy I know, and I don’t know that many, claims theirs is the best and biggest.
Me: Well mine works. That’s good enough.
J: Wonder if that guy has a big one.
Me: He doesn’t.
J: How do you know?
Me: Shit.
J: Tell me!
Me: Err.
J: Tell me now!
Me: Didn’t think you were so gossipy.
J: I am. Tell me!
Me: He had photos and videos on his laptop.
J: Knew it! Lucky I never send. Haha!
Me: Right.
J: Who did you see?
Me: Can’t tell you.
J: How big was it?
I estimated with my hands. Slightly shorter than an office ruler.
J: Ok what, looks big for asian. If your estimate is correct. You leh?
Me: I didn’t measure.
J: Ok. Later I bring my ruler to your table.
Me: Funny.
We both had a good laugh and headed back to the office.
Just before we ended for the day, Jasmine really showed up at my desk. She dropped her ruler on it. It was the long office ruler.
J: Heard you were looking for a ruler. I got spare.
Rebecca looked up.
R: I also have a spare, you could have asked me.
I looked at both of them, opened my drawer and took out my 15cm ruler.
Me: It’s ok. I found one.
J: So short. How you draw long lines with that?
Me: I don’t really need to draw long lines?
J: Ok lor.
She took back her ruler and went back to her desk.
Rebecca gave me that “What was that about?” look.
R: Weirdo. Pity you. You have to work with her.
Me: Huh? Why?
R: She’s a bit ‘sot’. Must be because husband abandoned her.
Me: Err.
R: Then she always wear long sleeves even outside. Not hot meh? Must be covering up her tattoos or something.
Me: Don’t judge la.
R: I never! Just think she’s arrogant.
Me: I think she’s fine.
R: Ok. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Don’t get too close to her. Wait she report you to HR.
Me: Did someone get reported to HR by her before?
R: Confidential. You ask Shirlyn.
Me: Ok.
The remainder of the day passed without much incident and I met Jasmine at the smoking point again.
Me: So….
J: What.
Me: Rebecca said you reported someone to HR before?
J: Wah that bitch.
Me: You did?
J: I only mentioned that I didn’t like how that guy was pestering me. But I didn’t mention how he was pestering me.
Me: Ah.
J: Irritating la. Can’t take no for an answer.
Me: That bad huh.
J: Like I said. I won’t be surprised if he slept with everyone in the office.
Me: Uh-huh.
J: And since you said he had pictures and videos. I won’t be surprised if you already saw everyone in the office, except me, naked.
Me: Only two of them were from the office. I won’t say who.
J: Don’t need to say I already know who la. Must be the HR bitch.
Me: Is there some office politics I don’t know about.
J: You don’t need to know. You will experience it for yourself. Stupid slut, married already but so loose. If there were more guys around she’d be flirting or sleeping with them all.
Me: Why is everyone so judgemental.
J: Whatever la. Don’t spoil my CNY mood. Wait I ask you to drink with me tonight how?
Me: Ok.
J: Really?
Me: After reunion dinner.
J: Oh ya. Thursday you don’t need to fuck.
Me: I see you know my schedule very well.
J: I’ll text you after my dinner la. On?
Me: Ok.
I sent her home after the cigarette and then helped Ann to prepare the steamboat items. I told her I would go to my parents house for a short while before coming back. Before I left, she gave me a thousand dollars as angpow for my parents. I tried to reject but she insisted. I guess I would give the money back to her kids as angpow.
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Neoguri
Bro Shrouded, I think you have talent to be a script writer. I meant it as a compliment.
I can picture the scenes of the conversation with J, just like in a drama ser
Maybe you can consider this line as well? Or start as an interest first?
I think compared to the writers of yesteryear, I’m nowhere near that standard.
Writers like ilock, coffeecans, hardaway, eos…
But if there’s really such a lobang to be a scriptwriter, why not? Would be an interesting thing to put on my CV if any.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
Neoguri
Bro Shrouded, I think you have talent to be a script writer. I meant it as a compliment.
I can picture the scenes of the conversation with J, just like in a drama ser
Maybe you can consider this line as well? Or start as an interest first?
I think compared to the writers of yesteryear, I’m nowhere near that standard.
Writers like ilock, coffeecans, hardaway, eos…
But if there’s really such a lobang to be a scriptwriter, why not? Would be an interesting thing to put on my CV if any.
My parents were happy I was back. The angpow was a surprise. They had often wondered what exactly I was up to with my life since I left the army. Thankfully they didn’t probe much.
I asked for a pack of angpow packets and went to look for an ATM to prepare angpow for the kids.
This was the second year I had two reunion dinners of sorts. It was no wonder I could not, apart from being extremely lazy, maintain my army body. But hey, dad bods are still in right?
I headed back to Ann’s place. The soup was already boiling but they were waiting for me to start. For a wealthy family, the most expensive thing on the table was the canned abalone. At least they had mostly simple tastes.
After dinner, they gathered round the TV. It was a nightly ritual. I gave them their angpows. It didn’t exactly amount to the $1000 Ann gave to my parents but I guess it was fine.
I took a quick shower while waiting for Jasmine to text. It didn’t really matter to me if didn’t but if she did, I was really curious what was going to happen. No doubt there would be alcohol involved, and tons of playful banter.
I nearly fell asleep while waiting. Ann had already gone to bed as she had been busy preparing for the steamboat.
Around 1am, she texted me.
J: Is it too late?
Me: Nope.
J: Pick me?
Me: 10 mins.
I drove to her place. She was already standing outside the gate. I had never seen her dressed so casually before, usually she was in her long loose dresses and her cardigan. Today, she was in a tank top which showed off her arms and shoulders, and those tight gym shorts. I finally saw how long her legs actually were in comparison to the rest of her body. She really hit the gym hard for her whole body. Her calves and thighs were so toned, there was hardly any fats on it. If I was a normal guy, I might have been slightly intimidated. But as my story has shown, I’m hardly normal.
She got into the car, I could smell the beer.
Me: Everything ok?
J: Huh?
Me: You’ve been drinking.
J: Yeah. Small argument with my parents.
Me: On?
J: They made a snide comment about my husband and my body.
Me: Like?
J: No wonder my husband don’t want to come back, because I look like a boy now.
Me: You don’t look like a boy.
J: Haha. Maybe if I cut my hair and bind my chest.
Me: You’re really fit la.
J: Blame my dad’s genes.
Me: He’s fit too?
J: Quite la.
Me: Eh. Show me your abs leh. You haven’t showed me yet.
She rolled her eyes and pulled up her top over her sports bra. I couldn’t stop looking.
Me: I was only teasing you but wow.
Her six pack was like an opened durian. Even her lower abdomen and sides, which most people found hard to train. I wonder how she did it with all the beer drinking.
J: Don’t want to touch ah?
I placed my hand there. It was rock hard. If I fell on her stomach, I might get a concussion.
Me: Wow.
J: Don’t touch below ah. I’ll kill you.
Me: Haha. I’m driving.
J: But now it’s automatic car, you have one hand free.
I left my hand there, not moving. I could tell she was actually controlling her breathing. She probably had not been touched by anyone anywhere for a pretty long time.
Me: Where are we going?
J: My place.
Me: Ok.
It was gonna be a long drive, so I took my hand off her stomach. She exhaled.
J: Your hand is really warm. I don’t know why I let you touch me.
Me: It’s only your stomach. I think it’s ok la.
She slid her hand under my t-shirt. I almost jumped.
J: My hands are cold. And you got so much fats.
Me: Thanks ah.
She started squeezing my belly. And poking it.
J: So bouncy.
When I was stopping at a traffic light, she slid her hand down. Her cold fingers brushed against the base of my dick. I jammed on the brakes.
Me: What the fuck?
J: Sorry. Just checking.
Me: Check what?
J: If you are shaved.
Me: I am ah. You didn’t believe?
J: Don’t know why guys would shave la.
Me: Cleaner? Makes me look bigger? Haha.
J: Really meh. If it’s small it’s small, it’s not gonna get bigger without hair.
She wriggled her hand around.
Me: Hey!
J: Wah. Even the balls are smooth.
Me: Who shaves the top and not the bottom?
J: How I know.
She grabbed my limp dick.
J: Damn small sia.
Me: Your hands are cold.
J: Don’t blame my hands.
She removed it. It was my turn to exhale.
J: I suppose it grows. Got bring your ruler or not.
Me: Why would I have a ruler with me now?
J: In case you need to draw lines.
Me: I think we better draw a line now.
J: You don’t like me touching you?
Me: It’s not that. But… we don’t know each other that well yet.
J: Idiot. Stop using my line.
We reached her place and as usual the guard didn’t really care who was going in.
As we exited the lift, I had the impression that none of her neighbours were adhering to the safe visitation measures.
She opened the door and I was surprised. It looked as though she tidied up the place a bit and got new furniture. There was now a coffee table to complement the sofa. There was also a table and chairs in the balcony. She also had some automatic blinds installed, they were down when we entered and she brought them up to air the house.
Her spare room was still a storeroom, but it was a lot neater. The boxes were placed along the wall according to size. Her bicycle also moved.
Me: You went cycling?
J: Of course. Need to ensure I still can cycle if I’m going to join you.
Her master bedroom now had a proper bed. But no bedsheets.
Me: You’re moving in?
J: Thinking of. Maybe. See how.
Me: Husband coming back?
J: No.
She went to the master bathroom to wash up. I went and sat on the sofa, turning on her huge TV. She had also gotten an internet subscription, as there was now a router sitting next to the TV.
She returned with beer from the fridge and set it on the coffee table.
J: Netflix and chill?
Me: You know that means sex right?
J: Of course I do. But I do have Netflix. And HBO Go, and Disney Plus.
Me: And you’re also hardly here.
J: Not my money.
Me: You’re really pissed at him ya?
J: The only thing stopping me from having an affair right now is myself.
Me: The only other thing stopping you is a guy who is available.
J: There’s a guy right here. Unfortunately, we don’t know each other that well yet.
I popped open the tab on the can of beer and passed it to her.
Me: Do you want to change that?
J: Why not?
Me: Oh ya. Can we smoke in the house?
J: Sure. But no ashtray. Hang on.
She downed the entire can of beer in one shot again.
J: Here you go.
Me: Just how many beers have you had so far?
J: Five? Or six?
Me: And you’re not high or anything?
J: I’m not so weak. if you’re intending on making me drunk and take advantage of me, you better have something really strong.
Me: I don’t.
J: I do.
She went to the kitchen and took out a Martell VSOP.
Me: Woah. I need to drive us back.
J: Don’t you want to stay and fuck me on my marital bed?
Me: I don’t think it’s counted since he hasn’t come here yet.
J: Good point. I don’t have bed sheets anyway.
Me: So you spent the past few weekends just preparing to move in?
J: Ya? New year new house.
Me: Oh.
J: But travelling to work now will be irritating. So far away. Looks like I should buy a car.
Me: I can help with that.
J: Wah. You buy for me ah.
Me: No no. I mean I part-time at the dealership. Can get you a good deal.
J: Chey. Thought you buy for me.
Me: Where am I going to find the money?
J: Your sugar mummy lor.
Me: And why would she do that?
J: To prevent me from fucking you.
Me: I don’t think it works that way. She is ok with me sleeping with others. Open relationship.
J: Sure or not.
Me: I just have to tell her.
J: Call her now.
Me: What?
J: Call her. I’ve taken you hostage and I’m going to rape you. Unless she gives me a car.
Me: You’re joking right?
J: Of course I am. Are you stupid or what?
Me: Not funny. I will really call her and tell her I’m going to sleep with you.
J: Who wants to sleep with you?
Me: You? Maybe?
J: Drink first. I’ll decide later.
She opened another can and downed it. She really could drink, and she was really affected by something. Did I have it in me to help her cope with whatever she was going through? Or was I just going to be a fling?
Six cans later, 2 for me and 4 for her, she was already pretty high, and sitting pretty close to me as we watched Game of Thrones on HBO Go.
J: The fuck. There’s so much nudity.
Me: I’ve never watched this before.
J: Really. This was like so popular… 10 years ago? Although I didn’t watch either
As some dude was ramming some chick from the back and pulled out, a shot of his flaccid dick was shown. Jasmine grabbed my thigh.
J: Did you see that! Now that’s a big cock.
Me: Er…
She suddenly lay on my chest.
J: Don’t mind me. You’re a nice pillow.
Me: Err…. Thanks?
J: I can’t imagine if you were some hunky dude. It would be like lying on a rock.
Me: Right.
J: Did you see that study where they said fat guys last longer in bed?
Me: I’m not that fat.
J: So you cum fast?
Me: Err…
J: How long do you last?
Me: Long enough?
J: How long la..
Me: 30 mins?
J: Don’t bluff.
Me: What?
J: The study also says men usually ejaculate within 3 minutes of penetration.
Me: What did they study? Premature ejaculators?
J: I don’t believe you. Even my husband doesn’t last so long.
Me: How long are you expecting then?
J: Maybe 5 mins?
Me: Hmm..
J: What?
Me: I’m pretty sure I can last longer than that.
J: Wah. So now I need a ruler and a stop-watch ah?
Me: What the fuck.
J: I don’t wanna have bad sex…
Me: Any sex you have now will be good sex. Since you so long no sex.
She grabbed my dick through my berms.
J: Idiot!
Me: Ouch. You want to touch it, then touch it properly la.
J: You daring me is it?
Me: Yes.
J: You wait.
She went to take more beer and set it down on the table. She also took a deck of cards.
J: We will not go home tonight.
Me: Wah.
J: Want to play right? Come. Play truth or dare.
Me: With two people? How?
J: We draw cards. Bigger number win. Winner decide if truth or dare.
Me: It’s just two of us. I can dare you to have sex with me now.
J: You can. But I don’t think you will.
Me: How do you know?
J: I don’t know you that well, but I don’t think you’re the type who will rush into things. You will want to drag it out to see what happens.
Me: Huh?
J: Just play la. Wah lau.
Me: Fine. Ok.
We both drew. I got a 2 and she got a queen.
J: Ha! When was the last time you had sex?
Me: You already know the answer.
J: Just answer la.
Me: Wednesday.
We drew again. She got another queen. I got a 3.
Me: This game is rigged.
J: Did you enjoy it?
Me: I enjoy making her happy. She’s happy when I’m around for her.
J: Draw.
She got a third queen. I got a six.
J: Are you happy?
Me: Yes.
She punched me.
J: I want the truth.
Me: You can’t handle the truth.
J: Don’t quote movie lines. Tell me how you really feel.
Me: I am as happy as I can be.
She punched me again.
Me: I could be happier. It’s a destructive relationship. I may be broken if or when it ends.
J: Good. Draw.
I finally got a King. She got an ace.
Me: Wait. Who’s bigger.
J: Ace? If we’re playing daidi rules.
Me: Then my 2 just now would have beat your queen.
J: Shit. Fine. Truth or dare?
Me: Take off your top.
J: That’s it? Wow. You’re so tame.
She took it off and sat there in her sports bra and shorts. Her body was really toned and muscular for a woman.
J: Draw.
I got an ace this time. And she got a 2.
Me: What the hell.
J: Take off your top.
I did.
J: Eh. You should go to the gym. I can see what used to be very nice arms and shoulders. The tummy no go. What the hell happened there.
Me: Draw.
I got a 3, she got a 10.
J: Have you ever been in love?
Me: Wow.
J: Well?
Me: I don’t know what love is.
J: Fair answer. I’ll take it as a no. Draw.
I got a King. She got the last queen.
Me: Take off your shorts.
J: Why aren’t you asking me questions?
But she removed her shorts anyway, revealing her toned, taut thighs, and a panties that seemed to match her sports bra.
Me: Are you embarrassed that you’re sitting there nearly naked?
J: We didn’t draw. You don’t get to ask a question.
Me: I’ll take it as a no.
We drew. She got a King. I didn’t bother looking at what I drew.
J: Take off your berms.
I did and sat back down in front of her in my boxers.
Third king came out.
J: Take off your boxers.
I did and she started laughing.
J: It’s so small and cute!
Me: That sounds awfully familiar…
The last king came out.
J: Kiss me.
Me: Huh?
J: Kiss me. Anywhere.
I leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek.
J: Wow. You’ve got self control.
Me: Of course.
I drew an ace.
Me: Fuck.
J: No. I won. Haha. Kiss me like you mean it.
I leaned over again, cupped her face, and gently pressed my lips against hers. They were soft, and warm. I held it there for around five seconds before pulling back.
J: You’re really dragging this out.
I got the last ace.
Me: Your cards are rigged.
J: Shut up. Now stroke yourself.
I did. My dick slowly grew in my hand as I stroked it.
J: Nice.
She got a 2.
J: What will it be? Handjob? Blowjob?
Me: Do you really want to do this?
J: You chose a question???? What the fuck???
We drew again. She got the last 2.
J: Well?
Me: Kiss me like you mean it.
She literally leapt forward, pushing me to the ground and attacked my face. My hardon was pressed against her crotch. She parted my lips with her tongue and our tongues met, touching lightly at first, then twirling around each other. She attempted to suck on my tongue, as if simulating a blowjob on my mouth. I twitched and she felt it. We continued kissing with her pinning me down for a good few minutes.
We drew again. She got a 3. I got a 4.
J: Now it’s rigged in your favour.
Me: Do you have condoms?
J: Obviously not. Never liked them.
We drew. Two sixes. I got diamonds she got spades.
Me: Daidi rules?
J: Draw again.
She got a jack. I got another 6.
J: Hmmmmm….
Me: What?
J: I’m wet.
I looked at her crotch. Her panties were glistening. It could be from my precum.
J: Clean me with your mouth.
Me: Ok.
Jasmine removed her panties, revealing her bald pussy. I don’t know why I was expecting a toned pussy as well, but her lips were plump, and her clit was already engorged. I leaned back against the sofa and she straggled my face. She smelt fresh, not the feminine wash kind of fresh, but it wasn’t a bad smell. I reached out and spread her lips.
J: No hands!
And she started rubbing against my face, my mouth coming into contact with her lips, my nose on her clit, I tried to introduce my tongue but it was kind of hard when she was literally fucking my face. It went on for a few minutes before she got off. My face was stained with her juices.
J: Wow. You’re really submissive.
We drew again. She won again.
J: I want to suck your cock.
Me: Ok.
I got onto the couch and she knelt in front of me, cupping my balls with one strong hand and engulfing my head with her mouth. She had really strong suction, and she twirled her tongue around the head and the shaft while sucking. I expected her to slow down, or stop at the five minute mark, but she kept going.
At ten minutes, she stopped.
J: My husband never lasted that long.
Me: Was I supposed to cum? You only said you wanted to suck me.
J: Oh. You really want to play eh?
We drew again. I won.
Me: Remove your bra.
She did, and I finally saw her in all her naked glory. Her breasts, now free from her bra, were indeed a large B cup. They sat nicely on her chest, not sagging, probably due to her gym sessions. Her areolas were dark, with perky nipples.
J: Like what you see?
Me: You’re like a Greek… goddess? What do they even look like.
J: That’s for guys. I’m more like an Amazon.
We drew again. She won.
J: Do you want to fuck?
Me: No.
J: Really?
Me: We don’t know each other that well yet.
J: I think we know each other pretty well.
We drew again. I won.
Me: Let’s cuddle naked on the couch.
J: Ok.
She opened another beer and unpaused the TV and we were back to watching Game of Thrones in each other’s arms, naked.
J: Oh fuck. The blinds.
We realized that she didn’t close the blinds and her opposite condo neighbours probably had a free show.
Me: Close it then?
J: Nah. This is fun.
We watched a couple more episodes before falling asleep on the couch.
I was sure I would be in some trouble tomorrow with Ann. And going back to work might be a little awkward.
Six cans later, 2 for me and 4 for her, she was already pretty high, and sitting pretty close to me as we watched Game of Thrones on HBO Go.
J: The fuck. There’s so much nudity.
Me: I’ve never watched this before.
J: Really. This was like so popular… 10 years ago? Although I didn’t watch either
As some dude was ramming some chick from the back and pulled out, a shot of his flaccid dick was shown. Jasmine grabbed my thigh.
J: Did you see that! Now that’s a big cock.
Me: Er…
She suddenly lay on my chest.
J: Don’t mind me. You’re a nice pillow.
Me: Err…. Thanks?
J: I can’t imagine if you were some hunky dude. It would be like lying on a rock.
Me: Right.
J: Did you see that study where they said fat guys last longer in bed?
Me: I’m not that fat.
J: So you cum fast?
Me: Err…
J: How long do you last?
Me: Long enough?
J: How long la..
Me: 30 mins?
J: Don’t bluff.
Me: What?
J: The study also says men usually ejaculate within 3 minutes of penetration.
Me: What did they study? Premature ejaculators?
J: I don’t believe you. Even my husband doesn’t last so long.
Me: How long are you expecting then?
J: Maybe 5 mins?
Me: Hmm..
J: What?
Me: I’m pretty sure I can last longer than that.
J: Wah. So now I need a ruler and a stop-watch ah?
Me: What the fuck.
J: I don’t wanna have bad sex…
Me: Any sex you have now will be good sex. Since you so long no sex.
She grabbed my dick through my berms.
J: Idiot!
Me: Ouch. You want to touch it, then touch it properly la.
J: You daring me is it?
Me: Yes.
J: You wait.
She went to take more beer and set it down on the table. She also took a deck of cards.
J: We will not go home tonight.
Me: Wah.
J: Want to play right? Come. Play truth or dare.
Me: With two people? How?
J: We draw cards. Bigger number win. Winner decide if truth or dare.
Me: It’s just two of us. I can dare you to have sex with me now.
J: You can. But I don’t think you will.
Me: How do you know?
J: I don’t know you that well, but I don’t think you’re the type who will rush into things. You will want to drag it out to see what happens.
Me: Huh?
J: Just play la. Wah lau.
Me: Fine. Ok.
We both drew. I got a 2 and she got a queen.
J: Ha! When was the last time you had sex?
Me: You already know the answer.
J: Just answer la.
Me: Wednesday.
We drew again. She got another queen. I got a 3.
Me: This game is rigged.
J: Did you enjoy it?
Me: I enjoy making her happy. She’s happy when I’m around for her.
J: Draw.
She got a third queen. I got a six.
J: Are you happy?
Me: Yes.
She punched me.
J: I want the truth.
Me: You can’t handle the truth.
J: Don’t quote movie lines. Tell me how you really feel.
Me: I am as happy as I can be.
She punched me again.
Me: I could be happier. It’s a destructive relationship. I may be broken if or when it ends.
J: Good. Draw.
I finally got a King. She got an ace.
Me: Wait. Who’s bigger.
J: Ace? If we’re playing daidi rules.
Me: Then my 2 just now would have beat your queen.
J: Shit. Fine. Truth or dare?
Me: Take off your top.
J: That’s it? Wow. You’re so tame.
She took it off and sat there in her sports bra and shorts. Her body was really toned and muscular for a woman.
J: Draw.
I got an ace this time. And she got a 2.
Me: What the hell.
J: Take off your top.
I did.
J: Eh. You should go to the gym. I can see what used to be very nice arms and shoulders. The tummy no go. What the hell happened there.
Me: Draw.
I got a 3, she got a 10.
J: Have you ever been in love?
Me: Wow.
J: Well?
Me: I don’t know what love is.
J: Fair answer. I’ll take it as a no. Draw.
I got a King. She got the last queen.
Me: Take off your shorts.
J: Why aren’t you asking me questions?
But she removed her shorts anyway, revealing her toned, taut thighs, and a panties that seemed to match her sports bra.
Me: Are you embarrassed that you’re sitting there nearly naked?
J: We didn’t draw. You don’t get to ask a question.
Me: I’ll take it as a no.
We drew. She got a King. I didn’t bother looking at what I drew.
J: Take off your berms.
I did and sat back down in front of her in my boxers.
Third king came out.
J: Take off your boxers.
I did and she started laughing.
J: It’s so small and cute!
Me: That sounds awfully familiar…
The last king came out.
J: Kiss me.
Me: Huh?
J: Kiss me. Anywhere.
I leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek.
J: Wow. You’ve got self control.
Me: Of course.
I drew an ace.
Me: Fuck.
J: No. I won. Haha. Kiss me like you mean it.
I leaned over again, cupped her face, and gently pressed my lips against hers. They were soft, and warm. I held it there for around five seconds before pulling back.
J: You’re really dragging this out.
I got the last ace.
Me: Your cards are rigged.
J: Shut up. Now stroke yourself.
I did. My dick slowly grew in my hand as I stroked it.
J: Nice.
She got a 2.
J: What will it be? Handjob? Blowjob?
Me: Do you really want to do this?
J: You chose a question???? What the fuck???
We drew again. She got the last 2.
J: Well?
Me: Kiss me like you mean it.
She literally leapt forward, pushing me to the ground and attacked my face. My hardon was pressed against her crotch. She parted my lips with her tongue and our tongues met, touching lightly at first, then twirling around each other. She attempted to suck on my tongue, as if simulating a blowjob on my mouth. I twitched and she felt it. We continued kissing with her pinning me down for a good few minutes.
We drew again. She got a 3. I got a 4.
J: Now it’s rigged in your favour.
Me: Do you have condoms?
J: Obviously not. Never liked them.
We drew. Two sixes. I got diamonds she got spades.
Me: Daidi rules?
J: Draw again.
She got a jack. I got another 6.
J: Hmmmmm….
Me: What?
J: I’m wet.
I looked at her crotch. Her panties were glistening. It could be from my precum.
J: Clean me with your mouth.
Me: Ok.
Jasmine removed her panties, revealing her bald pussy. I don’t know why I was expecting a toned pussy as well, but her lips were plump, and her clit was already engorged. I leaned back against the sofa and she straggled my face. She smelt fresh, not the feminine wash kind of fresh, but it wasn’t a bad smell. I reached out and spread her lips.
J: No hands!
And she started rubbing against my face, my mouth coming into contact with her lips, my nose on her clit, I tried to introduce my tongue but it was kind of hard when she was literally fucking my face. It went on for a few minutes before she got off. My face was stained with her juices.
J: Wow. You’re really submissive.
We drew again. She won again.
J: I want to suck your cock.
Me: Ok.
I got onto the couch and she knelt in front of me, cupping my balls with one strong hand and engulfing my head with her mouth. She had really strong suction, and she twirled her tongue around the head and the shaft while sucking. I expected her to slow down, or stop at the five minute mark, but she kept going.
At ten minutes, she stopped.
J: My husband never lasted that long.
Me: Was I supposed to cum? You only said you wanted to suck me.
J: Oh. You really want to play eh?
We drew again. I won.
Me: Remove your bra.
She did, and I finally saw her in all her naked glory. Her breasts, now free from her bra, were indeed a large B cup. They sat nicely on her chest, not sagging, probably due to her gym sessions. Her areolas were dark, with perky nipples.
J: Like what you see?
Me: You’re like a Greek… goddess? What do they even look like.
J: That’s for guys. I’m more like an Amazon.
We drew again. She won.
J: Do you want to fuck?
Me: No.
J: Really?
Me: We don’t know each other that well yet.
J: I think we know each other pretty well.
We drew again. I won.
Me: Let’s cuddle naked on the couch.
J: Ok.
She opened another beer and unpaused the TV and we were back to watching Game of Thrones in each other’s arms, naked.
J: Oh fuck. The blinds.
We realized that she didn’t close the blinds and her opposite condo neighbours probably had a free show.
Me: Close it then?
J: Nah. This is fun.
We watched a couple more episodes before falling asleep on the couch.
I was sure I would be in some trouble tomorrow with Ann. And going back to work might be a little awkward.
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Originally Posted by
EyeLevel
Bro Shrouded,
Other than ilikeoldchangke, you are probably the other writer in this forum that I would come into sbf to read your writings for this thread.
Your style, pace of the story is very good. Please accept me humble compliments and continue with your great work!..
Always looking forward to your next post!
My 2cents worth,
Eyelevel
You should check out coffeecans, hardaway and eos. I thoroughly enjoyed all their stories.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
EyeLevel
Bro Shrouded,
Other than ilikeoldchangke, you are probably the other writer in this forum that I would come into sbf to read your writings for this thread.
Your style, pace of the story is very good. Please accept me humble compliments and continue with your great work!..
Always looking forward to your next post!
My 2cents worth,
Eyelevel
You should check out coffeecans, hardaway and eos. I thoroughly enjoyed all their stories.