Driving like a mad man was probably an understatement.
I made the usual 15 minute journey in less than 10, and was buzzing her doorbell before I knew it. My heart was pumping in anticipation, and my lil bro had been in a semi-awakened state since her phonecall…. hehehe…
Tracy opened the door quickly. I had not seen her for almost a year and was quick to give her a detailed scan from head to toe. She had retained her hair-style, long and straight down to just below her shoulders, slightly highlighted with streaks of burgundyish brown. She seemed to have lost a little weight, though this only served to make her endless legs look even longer and more slender. She was indeed sick, will little eye bags. She was wearing denim shorts, tee-shirt and a thick cotton hooded pull-over. As such, I was not able to get an immediate sit-rep of what she had underneath (but dun worry, u know me, i will find a way to know very soon…. barharhar).
‘Thanks, this flu virus is killing me’.
‘No worries, some antibiotics and good sex will put you in shape in no time.’ I tried to cheer her up by being cheeky.
‘You you you, had been 1 year, you still don’t grow up.’ she managed a half smile, as she shut the door and walked out with me.
I don’t know about you guys, but i am the kind that get turned on a lot by smell. My fav has got to be that of a lady after work, where the faint lingering trace of perfume is mixed with the womanly musky scent created through a little dollop of dried perspiration.
Except this time, from Tracy, it was even better. She had probably not showered since she woke that morning, and being sunday, no perfume.
What I got was a little trace of shampoo smell from her hair, and lots of her honest, original body musk. It was not body odour, it wasn’t anything close to being labelled unpleasant, just nice, earthy, warm smell from her skin…. man… what i could have given just for a chance to dive my nose into her most delicious and intimate body parts then, her neck, her chest, and of course, the sacred place where the two most beautiful legs in the world meet………
But.. no … wait…..
Hunter I am, but I am a gentleman too… my angel is sick, my angel needs help, and that’s what she’s gonna get….
In a jiffy, I had alighted her at the A&E clinic at The Glenagles, parked my car at the basement, and walking up to street-level, sucking hard on my cig, claming myself down…………
T.B.C.
It was a quiet day at the clinic, Tracy was already with the doctor when i finished my smoke and was out of the doc’s room after 20 minutes.
She was down with the flu, the doc gave her a jab and prescribed a fairly strong anti-biotic.
The journey back was a quiet one, she was too tired to chat, and was dozing off just 3 minutes into the 15 min journey. I stole glances at her delicious longs uncovered by her denim shorts. Gosh, the 1 year in New York had made her even fairer.
Just that.. she being sick and all, preying upon her now… just seemed… just seemed wrong………..
We arrived back at her place, and she walked straight to her kitchen to take her medication.
‘Hey, thanks so much,’ she sighed, leaning against the living room wall and flashing me a bigger smile this time. ‘I need to sleep… the medicine will be knocking me out for sure… could you er…. stay for a while…. just dun wanna be alone when I am this sick……’
‘Sure,’ I replied, planting my ass down on her couch and reaching for the TV remote control. ‘I’ll be the security guard for today’
‘Thanks’ as she turned and walked into her bedroom. She must have gone straight to bed, no lights, no sound.
I went into the kitchen to grab a beer, and wanting to see if there were any food. Had not had lunch since golf and I was famished. The fridge was empty except for some juices…. oh yar, she just got back from the states a couple of days ago….
After 15 minutes of channel surfing on both Starhub TV and MIO TV, I was getting restless.
I have to say proudly that being the gentleman that I am (really la… dun laugh dun snigger, i can be quite steady one la), i was not feeling horny in anyway and not thinking about getting into her pants.
I decided to go into her room to check on her.
She was sound asleep, with the aircon on at a cosy temperature and all curled up under the blanket. I could see that she had removed her pull over, which was thrown on the floor, and probably fallen asleep in her tee-shirt and shorts.
I left the house and made a quick trip to the nearest supermarket, deciding to stock up some food for her and buying a couple of things to throw together a quick hot meal for my patient…
An hour or so later, i was calmly stirring my hot steaming pot of chicken porridge in her kitchen, while munching on a chocolate bar.
‘Hey you there?’ I heard her call from her room. ‘Could you get me some water?’
I poured a glass, taking care to add in some hot water to make it lukewarm.
I entered her room and she was seated up in bed, leaning against 2 pillows.
‘Thanks,’ she smile and downed the glass in 1 long drain. ‘You’re a champ’
I sat on the edge of the bed next to her and placed my palm on her forehead… she was much better already.
‘Man, I feel sticky and smelly,’ she said, wriggling up her cute little nose, pulling the tee shirt from her chest to and fro, trying to air herself. ‘But I still don’t feel I am up to it for a shower.’
‘Yeah,’ I smiled, acting cheeky again. ‘You stink.’
‘Really?’ she looked like she believed me, lifting her arm and smelling her armpit.
‘No worries,’ I replied, suddenly having a brilliant brilliant idea. ‘Let me get you a warm wet towel and give you a rub down’
T.B.C.
‘You would?’ Tracy replied, staring at me unbelievably.
I stood up quietly and went into her bathroom. I made the tap run until piping hot water emerged and let it soak though a medium sized face towel.
Squeezing the towel as dry as possible with my hands, i brought it out with me. Tracy had switched on the TV facing her bed and watching the news channel.
‘Thanks so much,’ she smiled, taking the hot towel from me. She started to wipe her face, the back of her neck, her chest, her arms and legs.
Seeing her hands disappear under her tee-shirt was really really starting to turn me on. I quickly sat myself next to her to hide my hard-on… hehehe… as usual, lil bro sometimes dun follow commands… this kind of situation, i trying to act good guy and take care of her, and lil brother must decide to start mission….
Tracy started to slow down her wiping motions and was going to say something, when i grabbed her hands and pulled the towel gently from her.
‘Here,’ I said, patting her on her shoulder. ‘I’ll do your back.’
‘Err…. ok,’ she replied, turning her back to me, sitting cross-legged with the blanket covering her from toe to hip.
Her tee-shirt was quite loose, so i did not have to pull it or lift it up. I gently wiped, starting with her exposed lower back and started to move upwards.
Of course, the first thing i noticed, was that she was not wearing a bra. I started to breath in deeply to control myself, my hard-on under my shorts now starting to get painful.
Tracy, with her back turned, remained oblivious to all these. In fact, she was enjoying the warm back rub, allowing small moans of pleasure to escape from her lips. Come on… you know that will not help me in calming down…
I started to wipe in longer strokes, the towel starting to lose its warmth.
Tracy’s denim shorts were quite loose at the waist. I did not know whether it’s because she had lost that much weight, or she had actually unbuckled a little at the front.
One careless stroke caused the towel to move low and half my palm holding the towel went under the waistline of her shorts. She jumped a little, saying it was ticklish. I said ‘Oops’ and withdrew my hand quickly.
One of my fingers had touched the top of her butt crack…. Oh my word…. she was panty-less too……….
Maybe it was the discomfort and heat she felt from the fever that caused her to go commando under her outer clothes? Man… did she remove them before she slept, or was she commando all the way to the clinic?
Man…………
My lil head took over the big head at that instant.
I started to rub her back again, but increasingly used less of the towel and more of the skin on my palm. I alternated between rubs and using a few fingers to gently massage her back.
Tracy was probably feeling too relaxed to feel the change in what I did, or she simply allowed me to do anything as long as she felt good. I could see from the side that her eyes were closed and she was breathing though her mouth, totally at ease and enjoying….
My hands started to roam more from her back to her sides. Stroking and massaging her shoulders, upper arms and sides of her upper back. I venture further and further, and soon, the tips of my fingers were brushing the sides of her delicious soft, bra-less boobs….
Tracy remained quiet, and with her eyes closed, she was swaying a little bit, almost like she was in a trance.
I decided it was now or never. Moving both arms under both her upper arms from the back, I gently grabbed her boobs with both palm…. oh my… how i missed those, how many nights had i fantasized about those mounds from heaven over the last 1 year.
They were still soft, yet firm, the B Cuppers amply feeling my hands. Her nipples were already hard and erected, poking me gently in the middle of both palms. I starting to grab harder and loosen my grip, in a regular pattern. I started to move my hands in circular motions, kneading and massaging gently.
Tracy’s moans of pleasure were more audible now, and her head started to tilt back to rest on my shoulder.
I was dying…. i was almost horny enough to come in my pants. But i was at a loss. She was sick, I did not know whether she knew what was happening, but my hands were in full grasp of her boobs… and she was loving it……….. how? how?
I guess the answer came soon enough and rescued my volcano either from pre-mature eruption or internal damage.
Tracy suddenly opened her eyes and started to climb off the bed. She looked at me with sleepy eyes and sighed,’ Thanks man.. that was a good massage.’
Reaching up to bundle her hair into a ponytail, she started to walk to the bathroom nonchanlantly… like nothing happened?!?!?!?
‘I’m much better now…. hungry… what’s for dinner?’ as she disappeared behind the bathroom door and i heard the toilet flush….
Man… talk about being left high and dry…………
hehehe
T.B.C.
It was late afternoon, and the gloomy sky had progressed to rain.
We ate the chicken porridge in the kitchen.
Tracy’s mood was better, in stark contrast to the dark skies and rain outside.
Some colour had returned to her cheeks as she spooned the hot food and she started chattering on about New York.
Interestingly, none of us mentioned or even steered anywhere close to the colourful relationship we had been having.
Think it was only about 7pm, though it was a lot darker outside than normal, due to the weather. We had finished in the kitchen and were watching TV over hot cups of green tea back in the living room.
The hot drink and porridge had caused her to perspire again, and she repeatedly tied and retied her hair to try cool off. She was just so cute doing that…….
If there were any signs of our closer-than-what-people think relationship, it was the fact that she had remained bra-less this whole time. Her nipples poked so invitingly through her tee-shirt… and I am sure she was aware that they were visible. She however acted otherwise, feeling fully comfortable around me. now now now… is she also still bare under those shorts? hehehe
She had to eat another dose of her medicine and declared that she felt well enough to finally take a shower.
I nodded silently, staring at the football on screen, feeling kind of tired myself. The golf in the morning, followed by the trips to the hospital, supermarket and cooking (which I was not used to) drained me more than I thought.
I had dozed off when she emerged from the showers, looking and smelling fresh as daisies. She was in a long, loose, thick nightgown, not giving anything away at all…. sigh….
She said she felt the medication taking effect and she would be sleepy soon.
I said ok and asked her to go to sleep. I would either take the couch or go off home a bit later, after I finish the match.
She flashed me that priceless one-dimpled smile at me again and said thanks, goodnite, that I was a true gem being there for her, and that she missed me.
I smiled back as she turned to walk to her room.
Sigh… what was that? Is the magic gone? I was groping her, and she acted like it was nothing? So sick that she did not know?
What’s with all the normal chit chat? What’s with all the platonic type expressions?
Was she taking her stint away from Singapore as the end to what we had? Her emails over the last 1 year did get a little colder and colder, and i let it slip since i was so busy myself too.
What? How? It’s over?
Man……. I wasn’t feeling good, to say the least.
Only thing i could do was to think about my goddess lying on her bed, stared at the meaningless soccer action on TV, and listen to the sound of the rain outside hitting the window panes.
Sure enough… I drifted to sleep….. fatigue taking over everything…. fatigue causing me to start dreams.. dreams that were bizzare, varied in plots… but all hot and steamy……….
I was back at the office, i was naked, Tracy was naked… she was kissing my neck, her hands all over me….. she made me lie down…. she started to kiss a wet trail from my chest, down my tummy, down to… down to…..
With a jerk to my body, I opened my eyes and looked around. Yes, I was still in Tracy’s living room, I was still on the couch, the room was dark and the TV still on…..
But wait… is that Tracy? Kneeling next to me?
T.B.C.
I rubbed my tired eyes, falling asleep with contact lenses is never a good idea.
Yes, it was my angel. Yes, she was kneeling next to me, on the floor, by the couch on which I was lying.
But there was more. My bermudas had been unbucked and unzipped. My underwear pulled to below my testicles, and there she was, eagerly sucking my cock with loud, wet slurps…..
‘Tracy,’ I whispered, putting my hand on her head. She appeared startled and looked up at me, not stopping what she was doing with her mouth, her lips, her tongue, her throat, all used in perfect, well-practised harmony.
‘Oh my god’, I moaned, letting my raised head fall back onto the couch, my whole body vanished and my existence was now confirmed to only the flesh at my crotch.
She continued in silence, using one hand to fondle my balls and the other massaging her breasts through her night gown.
I started to writhe a little, the ecstatic pleasure too much for words…..
After a few minutes, the blowjob stopped and I almost shouted in anguish.
I opened my eyes and saw Tracy standing up. Reaching for the zip behind, she quickly pulled down and let the heavy gown drop at her feet. Like before, she was naked underneath, her perfect breasts stood firm, nipples pointing forward.
Hey wait, check out her pussy, she is now cleanly shaven! I could not suppress a smile on my lips. She sensed that and smiled back.
Taking one long, freaking sexy step towards my face (I was still lying down on the sofa with my head lifted to look at her), she said,‘Mmm… you like it, you want to take a close look?’
Before I could respond, she lifted her right leg and stepped on the little space between my head and the backrest of the sofa. She started to bend her left leg that was standing on the floor.
This had the effect of bring her pussy straight down onto my face.
I could not hold it any longer. I grabbed her by her butt and pushed her pussy into my face. Using my mouth, my nose, my tongue, I wanted to consume her, i wanted to taste the unique flavour that was her….
Gosh she was so wet… and she started to moan in pleasure, grinding herself closer into me, grabbing my free hands and placing them on her soft boobs, asking me to squeeze them, to own them….
Man…. there is till heaven afterall………..
T.B.C.
Without letting her pussy leave my face, Tracy started to manouvre slowly around.
Soon, we were in the 69 position. She started to attack my cock with a vengence, letting it go deeper down her throat than ever.
Her pussy was getting wetter by the minutes, the warmth and hairless smooth skin making me lose my mind and I was not aware of anything other than wanting more and more of her taste in me. Her pussy still looked perfect, her hairless skin just a little bit darker than her milky white thighs.
After an eternity of mutual oral gratification, she stopped and climbed off me.
Motioning for me to sit up, she eagerly climbed onto my lap. I was so hard and she was so wet that I entered her in the most effortless manner possible.
Man… I had forgotten how good she felt… the tightness, the heat… I hugged her and grabbed her face, seeking out her luscious lips and tongue, the tongue i had been longing to devour for 1 year.
We french kissed like no tomorrow. To an outsider, it would probably look animalistic, even gross… hehehe… but we didint care… we were so lost in the moment, the noise, the moan, the saliva, the sweat… they were all ingredients to the sacred ritual we were having.
And my cock, deep in her cunt, seeking to probe the depths of the start of her womb. Once again, we felt connected like never before. Through her pussy, through my thrusting cock, i was almost able to feel her whole body, from head to toe. She started to press more, wanting more of me, wanting me deeper……….
Our bodies were covered fully in sweat by now, the film of moisture sticking her breasts warmly and closely to my chest. The fragrance of her hair sending all my senses into outer space….
I could feel her climax approaching, as she got louder, and started to bounce harder and harder on me, her two legs wrapped around my hips even tighter.
She came… with a loud moan that was music to my ears. A hot gush of sweet nectar emerged from her heavenly opening and wetted my pubic hair even more.
My own climax approached. The new gush of blood into my cock making it even harder, longer and more hooked up. She started screaming again, feeling this new sensation.
With a war cry, matched by her high pitched scream, i came…. and came.. and came… my semen mixed with her juices, wetting my thighs… wetting the couch………..
She climbed off me, panting like a dog.
I collapsed on the couch in exhaustion, with her next to me, hugging me like a koala bear……….
The rain poured on…….. and we fell into deep deep sleep……..
Met up with Tracy a couple of times following that last encounter.
Noticed that she was more moody then usual, and that she seemed to shy away from any conversational topic about my brother. I thought maybe guilt was in play, but was uncertain because previously, before their stint to America, when we were having our ‘illicit’ get-togethers…
, she certainly behaved happier and if there were any guilt in her, it was well-hidden away.
hmm……
We met up for lunch a couple of days after that Sunday… think it was Pan Pac, or one of those hotels in the Marina area.. (our offices were in Suntec, remember?
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She had fully recovered and was back to her workaholic self.
She arrived 15 minutes late, catching me waving at her from our table, and walked to me swiftly, her handbag tugged over her right shoulder, both her hands holding and typing away on her Blackberry.
‘Hi’, she panted, planting herself down on the chair opposite me. ‘Sorry, last minute urgent matters.’
I smiled, and pushed the glass of water in front of her a few inches closer, and she gladly lifted it up and drank eagerly.
Man… this is not a fetish, but don’t you think chicks look damn sexy in office wear? She was wearing a grey dress suite, with her skirt at just above knee length and her matching jacket of italian cut that needlessly flatter her already gorgeous and slim figure. She had on a white dress shirt with a frilly collar, her half cup bra pushing subtly and deliciously against it… hmm… is that white or biege?…. Front view in sight so far… no VPL report obtained as yet……….. hehehe….
I urged her to order quickly, as I was starving.
She ordered the usual salad type stuff while I ordered soup, salad and main course…. she cheekily calling me a pig and resumed on the BB, spotting a cute little frown as she focused on the words in the email………..
Lunch was just filled with small talk… she was distracted by her phone all the time while my mind was also kinda drifting away to that important meeting I was gonna have after lunch………..
After we got the check, we started to walk out of the cafe. I could see pairs of eyes on her… hehe… fellow hunters lurking around………
I deliberately walked a few steps behind her… yes… the customary G-String… subtle VPL through her tight skirt… gosh… what an ass…
‘Hey,’ she turned around. ‘Where are you parked? My car’s at Raffles City, still waiting for my season pass here. Got in late today and bloody carpark’s full’
‘Just downstairs,’ I replied, stealing a glance at my watch. Do I have time to give her a lift?
TBC
She needed a lift to Maxwell road for a meeting, and I had 45 min to spare… so… why not? …….
She was done on the phone and had suddenly become very quiet.
‘You ok?’ I asked, now walking beside her.
‘yeah,’ she replied, with a faraway look in her eyes. ‘You brother, he’s back in 2 weeks.’
‘Oh,’ I answered. ‘Aren’t you glad?’
Yeah… realised I probably said the wrong thing the moment those words popped out.
She kept quiet and kept walking, while I sheepishly took a few quick steps and walked in front.
I led her to a stairway that was linked to the basement carpark somewhere between PanPan and Marina Square, where I parked. (Season there cheaper than Millenia one la). It was quite a secluded stairway, tugged away at one side of the hotel ground lobby.
Before we proceeded downstairs at the stairway entrance, she stopped and asked me for a cigarette. I was surprised, knowing that she only smoked when she had gotten high on drinks. Gosh… what was she so stressed about?
I handed her a stick of my Malborough Lights, popped one onto my own lips, and lit up my lighter for her. She took a deep puff and closed her eyes to enjoy that nicotine rush that I knew she was getting.
We smoked quietly and were undisturbed, the stairway not usually used by the main flow of human traffic.
I threw my cigarette butt on the floor first, smoking much faster than her. (Pro of course faster than amateur la). She took that as a signal and walked down the stairs before me, holding her cig gingerly with 2 fingers.
I followed her quickly, saying’ Hey, no smoking inside la… want to kena pay fine ah?’
Tracy walked real quickly and disappeared down the stairs. I took bigger steps and exited the stairway door into the basement carpark. She was nowhere in sight.
‘What the….’ I wondered, swinging my head left and right, seeking her.
‘Over here’ I heard her voice behind me. She was still inside the stairway, standing under the stairs, where some old broken furniture and unused boxes were placed.
I walked quickly to her, looking around the dark and dirty corner, asking,’ Why in the world are you standing here… my car is over th….’
Before I could finish, she grabbed me by my tie and pulled me towards her. She grabbed the back of my neck with her hands and planted her lips on mine…
Took me a second or two to get over the shock, before I started to enjoy the attack of her tongue….. I could feel the faint taste of cigarettes on her mouth, and her heavy panting was causing hot puffs of air to be blown on my face……
I embraced her closely and tightly, and stepped a little more to the side, so that we were at least partially hidden by the staircase. I was nervous as hell, not anticpating this, and knowing that people coming down the stairs or walking past the door had a good chance of spotting us.
Our kiss was getting wetter and more passionate, the smell of her perfume and her small moans were making me dizzy.
My arms started to make circles on her back… I unlocked the embrace briefly to slip her jacket off and threw it on the old couch next to us… we resume the hug eagerly, this time with my hands grabbing and meshing her ass… feeling the firm flesh and her lacy panties underneath……..
I stopped kissing her for a while to catch my breath… using the chance to look into her eyes and asked’ wow… this is nice, but what is wrong with….’
‘Shut up and kiss me again,’ she cut me off, planting her wet lips on mine again, using her tongue to make cute little stabs on mine……..
I was slow to warm up, but I was sure horny as hell now.
I let 1 hand move from her butt to her boobs, and started grabbing and cupping her left breast through her shirt and bra. Her louder moans signalled that she enjoyed it and probably wanted more…….
All knowledge of space and time was lost… f#$k the place…. f^@k the fact that we were getting late for our work appointments….
Tracy hugged me even tighter now, and lifted her left leg and half hooked it around my right leg…….
I seized the chance to move my hand up her left thigh, up under her skirt, and found her hot panty crotch in no time, feeling the heat and moisture underneath that thin bit of lacy material between her legs……….
I let 1 finger slid underneath and started to glide it around the smooth and wet flesh of her shaven vagina. She almost groaned out loud in pleasure, with our locked lips insulating the sound…..
I started to slide my index finger into her wet pussy, using my thumb to trace small circle around her clitioris (or around where i thought it was la… in those conditions, dark, nervous… how to be sure?
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Joining in, Tracy started to use 1 hand and grabbed me at my crotch. My proud erection already poking out of my briefs and against my trousers. Her small hand found it easily and she grabbed it hard and started to pump as best as she could through my trousers. It was my turn to start groaning and that sudden glimmer in her eyes as she looked at me, while we continued to french, told me she liked being in control too.
There was no turning back. I glided my hand out of her pussy. Tugging at the side of her g-string under her tight skirt (which was no easy feat), i started to pull her g-string down……… light blue…….. nice… her g-string crotch now wet with her own cum, a dark blue patch………
I pulled her underwear down to her knees, and she brought her left leg back down to allow the lingerie to slide down fully. Not wanting to dirty it on the floor, I quickly bend down to pick it up…..
The next image remains embedded in my mind, me bending down to grab her panties, looking up at her eyes, the CFM glimmer and half smile on her face, as she gamely lifted her feet to allow me to pick it up properly…….
man…….. nosebleed….
I quickly stuffed the g-string in my pocket while we resume our kiss…. somehow we could not get enough of each other’s saliva that day……. hehehe……
i let my hand roam back down to her ass, and tried to inch by inch pull up her skirt to expose her butt and her pussy…….
I was just dying to kiss her down there, i was just dying to taste her wet, hot cunt…..
As I was starting to kneel down and bunching up her skirt at her waist…… (like all good movies……), we heard footsteps coming down the stairs… I quickly stood up while Tracy quickly pulled her skirt down, wiggling her ass cutely as she did so…….
She picked up her handbag while I quickly grabbed her jacket from the couch………..
Grabbing her by her arm…. we left the starway quickly and quietly… seeking out my car………..
TBC
Wow… first time complimented by a lady on this forum.
Thank you sister Ally…
Will try continue soon………. busy busy…….