Man, looks like it is becoming trendy here to post stories of sexual conquers. While some stories sound really incredulous, I certainly have enjoyed most of them. Thanks Bros and keep it up.
To commemorate my 100th post, I have been saving this encounter of mine to share. This is a true story and for bros who choose not to believe me, I humbly ask for your grace and not punish my points.
This happened early this year and……….. was with my sister-in-law
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I stay at Tanglin Road, as such Tanglin Mall is the usual shopping centre I go to for food, groceries, ATM services, etc etc.
On the ground floor is a nice al fresca cafe where I go for coffee or beer at times. On occasions where I make quick trips to the supermarket, I will also pop by there for a smoke (always a great place to look at nice expat ladies who hang around there too. Ang Mohs always like outdoor seatings, dunno why).
On one such occassion, I was standing next to the dustbin with ashtray atop, scanning the customers at the cafe for interesting sights. This chinese lady caught my eyes. Seated down with a cup of frothy mocha-like drink, her back was to me at a slight tilted angle. She looked to be about 1.65kg, 40 plus kg (meaning a figure good enough to attract seasoned bros with well trained sniper eyes). Her hair went down below shoulder and is slightly highlighted with a copper tint. She was wearing a white tee and quite low cut greyish blue jeans.
She was engrossed in a magazine, leaning slightly forward to get fully in the shade of the big table umbrella (was a bright sunny day). It was this seating position that that really caught my interest. The low cut jeans slidded downwards a little more than usual and the top of her G-string at the back was clearly on display. The purple, lacey piece of heaven was showing, with the ’tee-back’ visible, with the jeans almost one quarter down her butt.
Pretending to be talking into my mobile, I walked to where I can see her face fully. To my surprised, it was Tracy (this is changed of course). She looked up, wanting to see who was starng at her and was surprised to see me. Gesturing at me to join her, I smiled, nodded and pretended to mutter a few words into my phone.
Sitting down, I ordered myself a black coffee (time to be very sober, hunting season had begun…hee hee).
Through some initial chitchat, I found out that she was on holidays (in between jobs).
Oh yes, forgot to mention that my brother is a lawyer and had been posted to the States for a 6 month stint (some big MNC case where the Singapore sub suing somebody’s arse or something).
Like myself, she lived near Tanglin with her parents (dunno how my brother can tahan staying with his in-laws..hee hee).
We had not seen each other for some time (frankly speaking, I am not very close to my brother, some long unsettled sibling rivalry feuds…..), so we had a great time catching up.
We replaced our coffee with a couple of Heinekens and started to get comfy with the cool wind coming.
Tracy was the same gal I knewed, chatty (lawyer also), witty with a great smile accentutated by one single dimple on the left cheek. The frameless glasses she wore did nothing to hide the great deep brown eyes of hers.
Getting cheeky, I remembered what I saw before I sat down and pretended to lean back side ways to stare at her bum. Puzzled, she turned around and see what I was sticking my tongue out naughtily at.
‘Hey’, she pretended to frown in anger, slapping me on my forearm and reaching back to pull up her jeans. ’ you guys are all the same…..’
‘Ah…purple, my favourite,’ I sighed, lighting another cig. ‘I see the bra is matching too.’
‘Idiot,’ she giggled, pinching me on the forearm too, while checking that her bra straps are not slipping out from her collar and sleeves. ‘Hmm….34B I think.’ using the chance to stare and make a mental note……..
After another beer, we decided to part but made plans to meet up again.
Walking to the supermarket on my own, my heart started pumping.
‘Godamnit,’ I told myself. ‘She’s my sister-in-law for goodness sake’.
Feeling unsure, I tried to shake the encounter off my mind. Somehow, somehow, this lustful but very very taboo thought was giving me a excitement rush never experienced before…….
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Reeemer
Feeling unsure, I tried to shake the encounter off my mind. Somehow, somehow, this lustful but very very taboo thought was giving me a excitement rush never experienced before…….
Bro, at the ending you never put "
To Be Continued . . .
“. So, got any continuation or not ?
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KKHHLOVE
Bro, at the ending you never put "
To Be Continued . . .
“. So, got any continuation or not ?
This type no need to say one, straightaway understood got continuation one… Bro Reeemer, taboo or not, please continue hor
Yes, yes….got much more…..
sorry…just now got lunch meeting…….afternoon I feel like eating snake….so will carry on and write more………..
Thank you for encouragement…..points will be welcomed too….
Think it was almost 2 months before I met Tracy again.
It was at the country club one saturday afternoon, I had just finished my morning golf game. After a quick shower, I will pulling out of the carpark when I saw this familar figure at the club house front porch.
Driving closer, I saw that it was her. She was wearing a lime green tee and white tennis shorts. Her golf bag was beside her, meaning she had probably just finished her game too.
I remembered that her car (my brother’s lah) was at the garage, cos one day before, my brother had called me to help send his car for routine service (say wife dunno about cars, might not understand him if he had told her about the car’s problems, thus called me). I remember with a smile how my heart was pumping when I heard him on the phone…..did Tracy tell him about my close inspection of her accidentally exhibited lingerie?…….haha
‘Hey you look like you need a ride,’ I said after winding down the windows, punts fully intended.
‘Hey, ok. I booked a cab…but what the heck….,’ she smiled, walking to the car boot to deposit her golf bag.
‘So how was golf?’ I asked, using the chance to inspect her up close after she fastened the passenger seatbelt. She smelled lovely, of fresh shampoo and I detected light scents of french perfume. For a 30 year old, she was indeed in great shape. Her tee shirt had the sleeves rolled up almost to her shoulders and the side straps of her white cotton sports bra was showing tantalisingly under her arms. Her tennis shorts finished inches above her knees, showing off her shapely, slightly tanned legs…………..
‘Oh, it was ok…just really tired now, my third 18-hole game in 4 days.’ she answered, slouching back into the seat, slidding a bit down. This caused her shorts to move up a bit more, showing more of her thighs.
About 10 minutes later, we arrived at her terrace house.
‘Oh thanks, gee…almost fell asleep,; she said, yawning and stretching her two arms lazily above her head. This caused her tee short to be pressed tight against her chest, making the shape of her bra cups more visible…..‘Ouch’, I told myself.
‘Wanna come in?’ she asked, opening the car door.
‘Er….dun think so…,’ I said as I opened the boot and pulled out her golf bag. Did not like the uncomfortable idea of meeting her parents.
‘Sure, next time then, gonna take a nap anyway, going to be a quiet day by myself…,’ she answered, with that gorgeous one-dimple smile of hers.
‘Yourself? Where are your parents?’ I asked. Now, that’s a bit different.
‘Oh, went back to Malacca for a couple weeks. Was supposed to go but my new firm wants me to start soon…….,’ she answered lazily, while searching for her door keys in her sports bag. ‘Come on, you’re here anyway, I’ll get you a cold drink.’
‘Well ok……’ I muttered.
I did not know why, but my heart started to kinda pump fast.
I would like to point out that at this point in time, I had not harboured any thoughts about any advances, in any sense. The taboo idea of her being my sister-in-law was firmly affixed in my mind and all I was doing was to try spend time with this gorgeous lady whose company I really enjoyed…..
I know that does not make a lot of sense…but it happens when you have 2 heads talking at the same time, with the one below always allowed to win…………
So……I remember following her into her 3-storey terrace house, and having beers with her.
We started chitchatting in the living room and she again complained about her fatigue from golf.
I know this sounds very cliche, but I did what many bros in my posiiton would do, offer to be her masseuse…….
She smiled and agreed lazily, so I walked behind the sofa she was on and started to massage her shoulders. I could feel her become relaxed. I started to knead in big circular motions, motive was to move her tee a little and see whether I could get little peeks down the front of her collar…..damn perverted right?
Anyone, it was to no success, her bloody tee shirt was the quite high collared type.
Moving back to the front of the sofa, I started to boast about my foot massage kung fu. Sitting on the carpet before her, I picked up one of her foot and placed it on my lap before I started to any-o-how massage. She closed her eyes, somehow enjoying it. Was it light moans that I heard escape from her lips?
Being where I was, I was in prime position to get peeks up the legs of her tennis shorts. Moving myself slightly, I achieved the act of spreading her thighs bit by bit. After about 10 minutes….bingo. The opening at the leg was just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the crotch her panties. She was wearing white cotton ones that match her sports bra. I was glad that her eyes were closed in relaxation and could not see my eyes, which were almost popping out of their sockets. Thinking back, we mouth was probably wide opened like some horny old pervert with saliva dripping down the sides…….buarharhar……(sorry, suddenly got cute, funny hentai-type caroon thoughts).
Tracy started to stir a little and I quickly looked at her foot instead.
‘That’s enough, dear.’ she said softly. ‘You must be very tired yourself. Let me give you a foot rub too. '
We swapped position and I started to close my eyes while enjoying the feel of her soft fingers on my tired feet.
I remember…man being man…my mind started to wonder. For the first time, I actually started to want to bed this lovely creature in front of me. The conscious part of my mind shouted that this was totally wrong but the rest of my body was telling me to start using my advancement techniques, techniques which had been proven before with a little success (read my other posts…hee hee).
It was at this time that the embarrassing thing happened…my lil bro decided to rise to the occassion and have an early NDP. Before I realised it, I opened my eyes and saw that Tracy was staring right between my legs. The ’tentage’ created in my shorts was so obvious…………
‘Er…I better get going,‘I uttered quickly, standing up and pulling my baggy tee down around my hips as much as I could.
‘OK,’ she answered, not looking into my eyes this time.
‘I’ll call you, maybe we can do drinks near our offices,‘I said, as I quickly buzzed out the door. (Tracy’s new law firm’s near my office in Raffles Place).
She nodded and stood at the door, watching me drive out of the car porch.
Was that a smile on her face I saw as she closed the door…….?
Remember it was another couple of weeks before I called Tracy.
Despite being busy at work, she was constantly on my mind and I was having this internal struggle between leaving this alone and falling prey to my lust………
As you infer from my signature below, my motto in life is that you should alway follow your heart’s desire, as long as you are sure you can handle any repercussions….sounds dumb I know….but that’s me…….
Anyway, setting is at a pub at Duxtons, after work on a Fri, we each had dinner appointments and thus met up for drinks quite late.
Could see that Tracy was in a good mood. Through chit chat knew that she was apprehensive about the new big law firm but after a couple of weeks, she started to feel at ease and thought it was a place she could really further develop her career.
So, on the pretext of ‘celebrating’, we were knocking down Tequilla shots. By the time we left at about 2am, I could tell that she was quite intoxicated though she could still walk unsupported. For me? No prob…..thank God for all the training I had received in TAM and Las Vegas….
We reached her house and I had to help open the door for her.
She slouched onto her couch (still conscious) but was starting to complain about her headache.
I went into the kitchen and made a pot of green tea. After a few sips, the colour returned to her pale cheeks and she started her bubbly chit chat again.
‘Let’s drink some more,’ she grinned, walking to the side board and taking out a bottle of Vodka.
’er…..you sure about this?’ I asked, really not certain on what to do. (Had this not been my sister-in-law……..eat liao lah….
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‘Why, you scared?,’ she winked at me teasingly.’ Scared I tell mom, dad or your brother?’
Wah Lao, she like that say, my lil brother fall out from NDP liao…….
‘You on, I on,’ I said, deciding to play along.
After 2 shots each, I saw that she was getting high again, as expected, since there is only quite little the tea could help given the huge amount we had at Duxtons.
‘Tell you what little lady,’ I said. ’ Instead of just drinking and killing ourselves together, why dun we make this a contest and see who dies first, dare?’
Now, this is the hunter side of me talking already, the wine-beer-tequila-vodka in me were starting to take over……..
‘We do this through card games, loser drink, how?’ Hey hey, sorry about the cliche again……..
oops…..boss here…..akan datang…..
sorry……will reply soon….got to finish up a few things for boss…..
but like not much interest
…maybe I’ll give shorter versions lah…
cheers
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Reeemer
but like not much interest
…maybe I’ll give shorter versions lah…
cheers
Not much interest ? People all camping here liao.
OK…..sorry lah….bloody boss damn irritating, boh pian….now he f-off already………….
ok…where were we…yes…
I remember, a happy and high Tracy.
She looked at me naughtily and said,‘you’re on…..and you’re dead….I’m excellent at card games…’
Grinning to myself, I waited while she went to fetch the cards….hee hee..later must call my teachers Chow Yun Fatt, Stephen Chow and Andy Lau to thank them for imparting their card kung fu to me……
Somehow as I said, I was in my hunter mode and I was damn confident. I guess the taboo thought of getting fresh with my sister-in-law just added fuel to fire…..
We played poker, with the loser of each hand downing one shot of Absolut……..God bless Russian br$$$$$es…..
We each won one hand first, thus both had a good buzz from the fiery shot of spirit in out tummy.
As luck had it, Tracy lost the next two hands (I think I had one full house followed by double pair while hers was like damn crap).
After she downed the third shot, I could see that she was panting and the alcohol was starting to flow into her head…….she was even perspiring a little, with her forehead a little moist.
‘OK, tell you what, we should stop, you’re gone, and it’s almost 3am.’ I grinned at her, pretending to keep the cards.
‘No no no…..it’s game on……I’m better than 3 miserable Vodka shots,‘she snapped at me, her usual big sparkly eyes just a little bit blurry.
‘Tell you what,’ I said,’ If you lose, you can choose other punishments other than the vodka.’ Man….am I getting there?
‘Nope, you drink, I drink too,’ she insisted, dealing the next hand.
We each lost two hands next, and the vodka was really getting to her. Fetching the hot tea again, I poured ourselves some and looked at her…………
‘Damn,‘she muttered.‘Go on, I’m going to get you…..’
‘Come..‘I smiled.‘We can game on if you wanna, tomorrow…er…today is Saturday anyway, but we dun have to kill ourselves….take up my offer. It’ll be fun, like Uni days, where we always do stupid things after drinks.’
That’s true. Tracy, my brother and I went to Uni in England, though at different times at different universities. So we all had our share of parties in the dorms and had exchanged stories before.
smoke break…..