finally moar of Ms G!!!!
can I make a small request?
last week of Dec 2013 can write a bit moar on Ms G? i on leave so want to read la!…
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curious11
just up u! nice writing!
thank you sir! back from my short weekend getaway. hope you had a great weekend!
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discordpiggy
finally moar of Ms G!!!!
can I make a small request?
last week of Dec 2013 can write a bit moar on Ms G? i on leave so want to read la!…
Hahaha piggy, come join me at starbucks and i’ll tell you the whole story. Is 3 days 3 night enough
?
G: Really? yey, so i’ll get free massage?
I could not believe what i heard. But, as excited as i feel hearing Ms G’s bold request, i bite my tongue to prevent providing too much details to her…these kind of touchy-feely stuff definitely needs some suspense and i would rather let my fingers and hands do the necessary explanation.
“Hahah where got free massage in this world hello, you have to pay for my professional service ok?” I said, to which she quickly begged “Pls pls gor gor!”
I swallowed hard. At that moment my mind went blank momentarily and i forgot how to react or what to say. Since it wasn’t a joke, it was a double confirm… I thought the old fella on 958FM had just announced the Sunday 4D grand prize combination “PLS, PLS, GOR, GOR.” Strike!!
That evening i felt a funny feeling in my gut, probably my balls had spun out of control. I was part nervous, part excited and part happy.
On the physical front, I did my best to guide my ’little sister’ to do a combination of a full body introductory workout - upper limbs, core and lower limbs, but with special focus on the upper limbs for this first session… i had planned to spend a longer session with my little girl on her lower limbs next time.
As according to my plan, Ms G obediently performed the few light sets of triceps extensions and shoulder press as I had instructed. That determined look on her face to lose fats on her triceps, buttocks and inner thighs (as her gym objective) fired my mentoring motivation and i happily stepped forward and assisted her, touching her arms and patting her smooth creamy shoulders.
“Yes, you are doing great G, 2 more reps, just 2 more, you can do it G! I’m proud of you! 1 more… Great Job!” Followed by a celebratory High Five!
Since i was her spotter and standing directly in front of her body, it were her arms and her body posture that i had to put undivided attention on to prevent any accident, since she’s a first timer.
Usually when it comes to gym-ing, i have laser-like concentration and focus 100% on my workout objectives and mental energy. This time, however, it was different. I was partially lost in the world of sweet smelling perfume mixed with mesmerizing womenly scent that was oozing from this young sweaty lady. The smell was irresistible and addictive.
Without hesitation, my male instinct grew stronger and my eyes were roaming (very secretively) up and down her sweat glazed neck and many times I stole glances down at her shallow longkang, sandwiched by her padded size B cupcakes.
Ms G has a pair of 34B tits (i asked, i saw, i touched, i verified, so i knew. More about that later) and she is naturally fair. She once revealed during our drinking session that she used to go suntanning with her friends at sentosa to have a tanned body, which she always longed to have since university. But she gave up the idea as it required too much effort for her skin to brown…
During the spotting, I did have a good glimpse of her amazing armpits when she raised the arms during the shoulder press. Of course i instinctively looked up, now and then, to see if there were passersby before continuing my visual inspection on her pits. No hair, checked! No residue, checked! Not even the slightest hint of shaven patch, checked! I thought she must have gone for IPL… which turned out to be true, as her cousin is a dermatologist who opens a private clinic in an established healthcare institution.
Those well-maintained pits looked flawlessly fresh. And interestingly, my lil sis didnt seemed to mind when she caught my straying eyes. She seemed to be comfortable with them intruding into her inner, private zones…areas which most women consider offensive to see (appreciate, in men’s term). Perhaps she’s quite open-minded and less body conscious. But its clear that Ms G maintains a clear line between staying professional at work and feeling carefree after work. I have no reason to complain and took my time to trace the beads of sweat making their journey from her neck down into her silicon valley.
Clean beautiful pits, lovely fingernails, flawless skin, nice jet black hair and a nectarine smile. Give this girl 2 to 3 years and I bet she will blossom into a beautiful flower that bears the ripest of the ripe peaches.
I helped jot down her maximum repetitions on her personal workout card for tracking her performance and we ended our first gym session at around 8pm (with our cool down stretches of course).
S: How was it?
G: It was terrific and an eye opener for me! Didn’t know so many execs come to workout after work. I even saw some familiar faces from our building.
S: yea. They saw us too. Some are my kakis and i signaled them to not disturb me as i’m with a young hot chick with yellow pants trying to lose some fats. They gave me a thumbs up!
G: (laughs) now i know why its my advantage to hang out with a regular! And I better buy a new attire. Can we come often in future?
S: (Another answer i’m waiting to hear) Sure. You can tag along every Tues, Wed or Fri, ok?
G: But I still need you to guide me, yes?
S: (yet another one) OK! But you need to buy me drink!
G: That goes without saying! Lets shower now!
Ms G hugged my arms as if i’m her gor gor and guided me to toilet as though she already knew the place inside out. Though gor gor didnt mind helping baby G bath and soap every inch of her body clean, he could only see her walk half-exhausted into the shower room and let his imagination do the rest of the work (behind the curtains of the shower cubicle)…
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starbucks
Hahaha piggy, come join me at starbucks and i’ll tell you the whole story. Is 3 days 3 night enough
?
oei! you gym instructor sia! eh!!!! help lei! i need to get rid of beer belly!!!!
waaaaaahhhh! u another armpit siao fellow also?!!
can! i meet you at starbucks, which one? the new one at Ocean Financial Centre or Molly Malone’s?! cos i meeting my Hamster next week for lunch!
but wait you too busy LOLOLOL!!!!
Though gor gor didn’t mind helping baby G bath and soap every inch of her body clean, he could only see her walk half-exhausted into the shower room and let his imagination do the rest of the work (behind the curtains of the shower cubicle)…
The refreshing lukewarm water from the shower spray splattered hard like rain drops on my freshly chiselled physique. Removing my glasses, I squeezed a portion of Clarins men shampoo onto my palm and massage gently on my scalp, leaving it there for a minute and took the opportunity to rub some excess lather onto my arse before the rinse.
The water temperature was just right, neither chilly nor hot. Some sports scientist may disagree and claim icing or heat application allow faster muscle recovery, but i stick firmly to tcm and never go for cold shower after workout, no matter how ‘yang’ your body is. Cold shower has its long term benefits, but not after workouts or you risk the weakening of your system.
Closing my eyes, i rubbed my favourite exfoliating cleansers (no prize for guessing which brand it is again) on my wrinkled but otherwise handsome-tiko face. Following my beauty routine on every alternate day, i conscientiously rub the exfoliating cleanser on my lanpa and make sure the entire package and especially its underside is squeaky clean and free from dead skin and blue cheese. This brand works miracle, seriously (on both my face and my awakening penis).
My light cardio workout earlier has rejuvenated and sensitised my sexual organ - and even further, with the surprising display of flesh from a young woman whom i’ve known for a year but never expected to be so liberal after working hour. Rising to the occasion as always, my smooth mushroom shaped penis has swelled into a red and purplish meat rocket waiting impatiently for counting down.
With the water running down and with my back facing the curtains, I shut my eyes and did what i excelled in since secondary 2… I visualised Ms G soaping her two 34B soft tits and rubbing her young hairless pussy between those shapely legs while whispering my name… Without my realising, my right hand was already gripping and pumping much needed pressure into his super soaker.
The excitement and urge to shoot was quite hard to resist, esp so for those who exercise often and the shot would be especially far after workout. But i resisted the temptation to save my essences for coming activities. Anyway, I guaged my sea games shooting record to be around 3 to 3.5 metres and I’m sure i’ll beat James Wong flat in this match!
Just then, my hp beeps.
G: Starbucks, are you done? I’m waiting for you outside at the reception.
S: OK. I’m cumming…!!
Lol! This is honest, witty and funny! Good one!
When is your next block leave? This thread is in dire need of an update from you Bro! I could understand why the women gravitate to you. You’re one heck of a witty guy!
merry christmas!!! i’m back…. very surprise this post still exists!! had to shuffle to and fro US & europe to close those crazy Q4 deals and deadlines… and the only free time i had was spent on grocery shopping and bargaining for ridiculously exorbitant fruits in chinatown. i guessed it must have been a good 6 months since my last post, which i have to admit i’ve lost track… anyway will be in sunny sweaty singapore for a good 2 weeks. lets see if i could still recall my time with Ms G and pen down my honest thoughts…… well if i can’t (and i beg for your forgiveness) at least i have all the time viewing sexy pics in the sammy gallery… and hopefully do something meaningful about them with my right hand!!!
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starbucks
merry christmas!!! i’m back…. very surprise this post still exists!! had to shuffle to and fro US & europe to close those crazy Q4 deals and deadlines… and the only free time i had was spent on grocery shopping and bargaining for ridiculously exorbitant fruits in chinatown. i guessed it must have been a good 6 months since my last post, which i have to admit i’ve lost track… anyway will be in sunny sweaty singapore for a good 2 weeks. lets see if i could still recall my time with Ms G and pen down my honest thoughts…… well if i can’t (and i beg for your forgiveness) at least i have all the time viewing sexy pics in the sammy gallery… and hopefully do something meaningful about them with my right hand!!!
DAMNIT bro starbucks!!! finally you are back!!!
i no longer in Raffles Place… hahhah!!! out of job… but should be back soon hee!!
Please! Please! continue your story!
Just then, my hp beeps.
G: Starbucks, are you done? I’m waiting for you outside at the reception.
S: OK. I’m cumming…!!
I changed in my white tight fitting shirt, slipped onto my black havaiana slippers and gave my dripping wet hair a final comb before doubling my way to the entrance to meet my new found ‘mei mei’. If i remembered correctly, i was wearing my brown quick silver beach shorts - a belated birthday present from M which i greatly cherished - but ultimately gave it to my younger brother, who reciprocated by showing me the widest smile i’ve ever seen.
S: So how do you find your first gym session?
G: I feel great!
G was excited as ever and was hopping around after her first gym experience in Cali. I’m sure the endorphin release inside her played a part cos i noticed her face was glowing… oh that familiar shinny rosy glow which usually appears on M and D’s cheeks after our calories burning workout!
G: And strangely there is no soreness like what you mentioned. Maybe i’m cut for gym workout!
S: Oh really? Ok, you are tough, but we’ll see!
G: So where shall we go? I’m thirsty and a little hungry
S: Lau Pasat?
G: Very well… my treat hor, gorgor?
S: Abathenz?
The following night while i was getting ready for bed after my fruits and cold shower, my hp beeped and i saw an sms from Ms G. Just as Mr Starzenegger had expected, Ms G was complaining of soreness throughout her body, particularly on her back, neck and arms.
I advised her to stretch a bit and do so slowly but she didnt know if she was doing it right. She has been stretching that same morning immediately when she started feeling a slight soreness but the ache wouldn’t go away.
S: Normal for first timer. Next time need to stretch more after the workout to prevent possible injury.
G: You gotta help me!
S: How? Ok tmrw lunch time we go to si beh lor temple and donate some coins to alleviate your muscle ache.
G: …
G: I thought you know sports massage, right?
S: Ahuh…
G: So?!
S: So what? You want me to massage you?
G: Can? I can’t take it anymore.
I didn’t know what she meant by that, but i knew what exactly happened next. I suggested one of the stupidest idea ever… in the midst of desperation cum confusion cum stupidity cum excitement … that first, we both take half-day leave the next day… and then I give her a good massage at Hotel 81 Chinatown, which is some 300 m from our office.
Well… i tried to convinced her it was a fool proof plan… blah blah blah. And ironically, Ms G bought my plan wholesale.