Sorry for the error….
how come my thread become alcohol discussion?????
I am not a spirit man lah…..my forte is red wine from the region of Bordeau and Burgundy as well as Belgium beers…..
Wah lao…I see so many people reading…I scared……rushing out next instalment………
‘Whatever…,’ Tracy muttered, still panting a little with the alcohol in the blood. ‘Just gimme a chance to win back.’
Sigh…these bloody lawyers..always cannot admit defeat….
(sorry to lawyer bros reading this…)
Looking at her really got myself hot. She was wearing a dark grey dress suite, with the jacket off now. Underneath she had a button up short sleeved white blouse. Of course by now I had a good idea of her lingerie, white lacey half cup bra…and G-string (like what all bros would do, already checked out her VPL…). Of course dunno the colour of that yet lah……
I dealt the next hand and won with another full house. She stared at me at first, then reached for the shot glass. Before she brought it to her lips, she looked at me and asked.’ OK, what other punishments you have in mind.’
Man…had been waiting for this since I left the pub. However, based on my experience, I decided it prudent to take it slow.
‘Oh, of course I want you to do something stupid,‘I grinned. ‘say…..stand on that chair and sing me a Whitney Houston song.’
She looked at me, half smiling, feeling amused by the game at this point. She climbed onto the chair at the dining table a few metres from us and started to sing the chorus:’….and I….will always….love you……..’
Dunno what got into me, but I really felt it was damn funny and started roaring with laughter.
She jumped off the chair, her face blushed an even darker shade of red and jumped back onto the couch.
I lost the next hand but had no problem downing the SWEDISH vodka……………..
Voila….she lost the following hand. The singing and jumping must had messed up her head for she did not even reach for the booze this time.
‘Now what,‘she asked, trying to look unconcerned and played with her fingers.
’er….‘I hestitated. Damn, never thought I could get a little cold feet at such times, must be that this is so taboo….
‘Come on,‘she said. ‘speak your mind, we have all done this before, what could be worse?’ She taunted me, thinking that she had the upperhand and had called my bluff.
‘OK.’ I answered, hunter mode back on. ‘Gimme that lacey brassier of yours, right here.’ Man…not first time, but heart pmping like mad.
‘That’s easy,‘she purred. Unbuttoning the first two buttons of her blouse, she then reach to her waist and untucked her blouse from the skirt. Reaching behind her, she unclasped the bra. She then slid the shoulder straps off each side underneath the sleeves, and while looking into my eyes, she reached in through the open collar and pull off the white lacey garment.
I was breathing heavily now, the bloody alcohol not helping. She placed the bra on the table next to the cards and continued to stare at me while buttoning up her blouse again.
Instinctively, my roaming fog lamps zoomed in on her chest. Yes, there they were, in all their glory blocked only by a thin white blouse. Could not detect any sag in the gorgoeous 34Bs, nipples semi erect and clearly shown against the blouse.
‘Let’s move on,’ she said quietly, seemingly lost in this moment with me.
Somehow, felt that the whole atmosphere in the house is changed. The dimmed lights in the living room seemed to give the whole place an almost transcient effect.
At the back of my mind, I know there would probably not be much drinking for the rest of the night.
I was on a roll, winning the next round hands down again.
Without waiting for her, I looked into her eyes and said,‘ok, cutie…..the next punishment is for you to sit here in my lap and kiss me.’
I was not giving a damn about inhibitions anymore, I have come this far…..remember…‘Becos you only live once.’….
She looked at me briefly and hesitated. Perhaps she was realising how taboo this thing was heading…man…what took her so long…I was so over that by then…….
She coyly got onto her feet and walked to me seated on the single man couch at one side. Turning to one side, she smoothed out her grey skirt and sat on my slight opened laps (by then I already NDP stand-up for Sillypore so how to close my legs?
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She brought both hands to my shoulders, leaned forward and planted a very light kiss on my lips, with her eyes firmly closed.
I did not move and simply waited to see what the next move was gonna be. After a couple of seconds went by and sensing that she was not backing off, I started to kiss her back.
I started to gently savour her soft lips with mine, hearing very light faint moans escaping from her slightly opened mouth. I could feel that she was getting into the moment with me and decided to go go further. Bringing my arms around her, I started to caress her smooth back under her blouse, the softness and warmth of her skin sending waves of excitement through me.
Moving down, I started to softly brush her bottoms and then used my fingers to trace out delicately the back of her panties pressed against her skirt.
Before I know it, we were fench kissing, our tongues touching, moans of pleasure now more audible and the embrace with more strength and purpose.
At this point, she let go of her arms around my neck and suddenly stood up.
Panting a little, she looked at me with her trademark one dimple smile and said,’that’s enough punishment for this round, dun you think.’
I nodded my head cautiously and whispered,’ well, there’s never enough of good things….'
There was no stopping me now, and I quickly dealt the next hand.
I lost and to test whether she was sufficiently in the mood, asked her for the punishment. To my disappointment, however, she just asked me to crawl round the living room barking like a dog.
That really got her laughing, but the brief exercise really got my blood pumping and I knew I just had to advance advance advance.
She lost the next hand, and downed the vodka.
And as I always knew, I am a lucky bastard
, she lost the following hand again.
I kept quiet on purpose while she stared at me anxiously for the next instruction. Lighting up another cigarette, I looked at the bra on the table and said,‘hmm….that bra looks lonely dosen’t it?’
She stared at me with an expressless poker face before muttering,‘I knew it.’
Standing up, she started to lift up her tight grey skirt bit by bit until it exposed most of her gorgeous shapely thighs. And then reaching in with her hands at each side, she started to peel off her panties…..yes, matching white lacey ones…………
Stepping off them after they slid down round her ankles, she picked them up. Before I could say something cheeky, she turned to face me and threw the pair of lacey heaven straight at my face.
‘How’s that.‘she giggled, sitting down again.‘Now your luck’s all gone.’
Picking up the sweet little thing from my laps, I grinned and threw it onto the table next to the bra. Man….that sweet smell, that sweet smell of fench perfume and the faint musky gorgeous smell of her body. (Another cute cartoon thought came to my mind, I imagine blood coming out from my nose and faint, like the stupid Jap cartoon porns………
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‘Hey,‘she pouted at me. ‘Just realised you’re still fully clothed. Better be ready to do some Full Monty dance for me….’
‘With pleasure,‘I grinned again…sigh….and hoped that the moment then would last forever…….
We gamed on, with poor me now losing the next 2 hands, to her great happiness. However, the booze in me by now had totally been absorbed by my already very over-used liver and thus I had no problems downing 2 more shots. Somehow, I had the naughty thought of making her get down to birthday suit while I remain fully clothed……dunno why..maybe I wanted to be in full total control…..
As we know from the law of probabilities, she lost the next hand.
‘No…no..I cannot drink anymore,‘she sighed, pretending cutely to want to puke onto the table.‘But there is no way I am getting even semi nude in front of you, little brother-in-law. I am a lawyer…no way I will degrade myself in front of you bloody low life corporate consultants.’
Man…I knew she was joking, but that was below-the-belt…..I thought, grinning to myself at her acute sense of humour……….
‘That does it,‘I grunted, pretending to be angry.‘You have lost, and since you cannot drink anymore, you wimp, you will come here and pleasure my trusted phallic tool with those sweet luscious lips of yours………’
Tracy looked stunned for a moment, but somehow I sensed that her naked nipples underneath the blouse were as pointed as ever, and that it appeared she was not able to sit still properly on her panty-less butt……hmm…..
‘In your dreams,’ she whispered softly. Standing up, she looked straight into my eyes, walked past me and into the toilet at the back kitchen.
Man….I thought to myself…..have I blown it?
Thanks bros for the points.
More points would certainly encourage me to put in a better showing…..
To those who up me, please leave your nick or PM me so that I can repay.
Cheers……working on next parts soon…..promise will finish this saga by this evening…..
Feeling worried, I was thinking that perhaps it was time to go…however the tempting sight of her worn lingerie on the table made me really hesitate.
I think fatigue then got to me and I dozed off, there and then at the couch.
Something caused me to wake up a short while later and what greeted my eyes was something that would be imprinted in my mind for the rest of my life.
Tracy was kneeling before me…..my belt was undone, trousers unbuckled and unzipped. My underwear had been pulled down to below my erected penis and Tracy was actually giving me a BLOWJOB!
Her eyes were closed tightly and her head was bobbing up and down, with her warm luscious lips wrapped tightly around my shaft.
Man….there was a great warm…almost hot sensation on me and it was then I realised that she had poured herself more drinks before she started. We have all tried hot and cold treatments….anyone tried Vodka treatment?
Staring at her in disbelief, I saw that she had unbuttoned her blouse all the way down and one hand was carressing her left breast, pinching her sharply erected nipple. Moans of pleasure was escaping from her lips.
Placing my hand behind her neck, I stopped her momentarily.
‘Tracy,‘I whispered, as she looked into my eyes, the lust in her so apparent now. ‘Come here.’
Seated on my laps again, with my rod between her legs just at the hem of her skirt, we embraced and kissed. French kiss….I have had some experience to say the least, but the passion then was something that really really would have made my mind explode into a nuclear mushroom.
My hands were at her breasts, carressing and kneading them, with my fingers delicately pleasuring the nipples with gentle pinches.
Unlocking our lips, I pushed her slightly away from me and attacked her breasts with with my lips. She met this sudden act of mine with loud, very loud moans of pleasure.
Her skirt had now ridden up onto her waist and my left hand was now palming her well trimmed bush. The warmth and wetness exuding from that heavenly opening of her inner-most spot was so great that I almost came on my own.
Tracing my finger delicately to her opening, I glidded it in easily, as it had been so well lubricated by her heavenly secretions.
I started to pump my finger in and out while keeping up my sucking of her nipples. Her moans progressed to groans of passion and I was sure she climaxed then, with gushes of juice coating my fingers, flowing onto my hand.
Pushing her gently down onto the couch, I stopped briefly to totally de-robe before helping her remove her unbuttoned blouse and skirt. I kissed a wet passionate trail from her breasts, down her belly button, onto her vagina and then found her awaiting clitoris.
Using my tongue, I started the pumping action again and this time, her body reacted swiftly once again by swaying quite violently from left to right.
Man…that heavenly smell and taste of her most secret and sacred symbol of womanhood was sending shivers down my spine.
Manouvering myself bit by bit while keeping my tongue action, we got into the 69 position, her mouth meeting my erection with gusto and eagerness.
The moment was so passionate our perspiration was forming a thin layer of warm wet seal where our stomachs and chests met.
There was no stopping us and we continued to pleasure each other passionately, feeling that she came at least twice more.
I sensed the near of my climax and wanted to get off. But a grunt from her followed by a firmer grip of her hands on my lower back signalled that she wanted me to finish that way.
Was a great cry of the utmost pleasure, I came into her mouth…..man I really really came….
Climbing off her……I caught her in a warm embrace while we panted, trying to get our breath back.
It was in this position that we fell asleep tigether, waking past noon on Saturday, if I remembered correctly.
I woke up and found her in the kitchen, where she poured me coffee.
‘Morning sleepy head,‘she flashed that dimpled smile again.
‘Morning,‘I smiled.’err…..’
‘Last night was great..I…‘she stopped, and looked shyly at her cup and smiled.
We remained silent, me feeling triumphant that there was no feeling of regret from either one of us.
‘Look, you better be going, dun you have weekly lunch with mom and dad,’ she said, looking at her watch.
‘Yeah,’ I said.
And I left…..telling myself……there must be more…..I’m in the hunter mode………..
Dear bros,
This is the end of my first instalment.
Thanks so much for the encouragement and points. I certainly welcome more as incentive for improved writings (sorry if my england not so powder at times).
Also thanks for your company on such a boring Monday.
I will be away for biz trip for a couple of days starting tonight, so might not be posting very actively (dunno hotel biz centre got cheap internet access or not).
But I promise I will be back…….there is more…remember….I have not actually ‘fully conquered’ Tracy yet, have I?……………..I was in hunting mode for her……….
(hope you not tired of me saying that…)
cheers
Hi Bros…
I am back from my biz trip. My sincere apologies for the long silence….
Very very encouraged by the response and the rewards of points.
I promise to pay back those who up me but since I can only do one a day, please indulge me and be patient.
The story will resume very soon, by Monday latest (will try to get going by Sunday but no promises as quite tied up lah). Still trying to put my thoughts together to remember what happened as much as I can.
Cheers again and keep those great comments and rewards coming.
OK Bros,
As promised, here is the start of the second part of the story.
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Remember that life kind of got back to normal after that.
We did not start a mushy ’lomantic’ relationship and impression was that like myself, Tracy was someone who believed in enjoying herself on a no-strings attached basis…..was not sure whether that was really the case…maybe I chose to want to believe that it was lah……..
We did speak with each other more frequently on the phone and SMS, just the usual TCSS stuff. As mentioned, her office was near mine and we did meet up a coupla of times for lunch, dinner or drinks, but nuthing exciting worth mentioning here.
Her parents had returned from Malayisa, thus going to her place to switch on my ‘hunting mode’ again was quite out of the question. (I not kinky nor good enuff to also include her mom in the hunt lah…hee hee, quite a MILF but not my cup of tea).
Couple of episodes with Tracy did turn a bit ’taboo and scandalous’, and I’ll recount them here.
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Tracy had started to go to the gym a few weeks after our ‘God of Gambling’ experience at her place.
She attended the gym at the country club where we both go for golf.
As I am a regular gym-goer myself, it was not long before I banged into her (punts intended).
This happened on the first time we met each other there.
She was quite new there and wanted me to show her the use of each piece of equipment. Impression then was that she was new and thus not ready to really spend a lot of effort sweating it out and instead preferred just doing a bit here and there while spending more time to TCSS with me again.
It was after work on a weekday.
From her usual formal dress suits, she had changed into a tight sleeve-less while tee shirt and tight (almost like the volley ball players’ type) white shorts.
The sports outfit really accentuated her slim built with the curves at the right places. As usual, the tight white sports bra did not do justice to her significant twin peaks.
We kind of spent only about 30 min there, with us spending more time talking then anything else.
She started to voice her boredom at the gym and we decided to go off for dinner. Decided on a jap restaurant in a shopping mall just at the outskirt of downtown Orchard. As we did not really breakout a sweat and that she said she was really hungry, we decided to just go in our sports attire.
We met at the basement carpark before taking the escalator up together. At this point, she was a couple of steps ahead of me and kind of had her gorgeous butt at my face level. Using the chance to scrutinise this delicious bit, I saw to my pleasant surprise and amusement that she was not wearing G-String but normal high-cut-at-the-side panties, What was pleasant and amusing was that the panties were in a dark colour (could not make out whether it was dark grey or blue) and that if you looked close enough, the whole panty butt was briefly visible through her white gym shorts.
She turned around at me saying, ‘I hope the restuarant is not crowded…’ and stopped short, seeing that I was obsecenely starring at her butt.
‘You…you idiot,’ she said, pretending to look angry but unable to hide a slight one-sided smile on her face. Turning to one side to move her butt out of direct sight, she said.’ You guys are all the same, never get enough do you?
With that she stepped off the escalator, with me sporting a sheepish smile and a flag raised at half mast……..
To be continued…smoke break……..
My stupid wondering eyes kinda changed the mood for the evening.
Prior to this, we had absolutely not spoken about our previous fling. In fact, we had somehow steered clear of talking about anything sexual at all.
At the dinner table, the amount of conversation was reduced. I detected that Tracy had somehow become quieter and was avoiding my eyes except when she was answering some feeble TCSS questions I was putting forth.
Towards the end of dinner when we were at desserts, there were already polonged sessions of silence.
Feeling that I had to talk about it to break the ice and prevent such awkardness in future, I started to stammer……..
’er…..you know….‘I said quitely.
‘What?’ she asked. Looking at me with those starry eyes, made to look even cuter through her cute frameless glasses.
’that day….‘I continued….
‘Oh,’ she said, looking down at her ice-cream again.
’that day…was…..was…great.’ I smiled, really not knowing what to say.
‘Yeah….,’ she replied, still not looking at me.
‘….I…..I am fun too,’ she said, smiling too while her eyes told she was still slightly shy to talk about it.
Her left hand was on the table while the other continued to spoon her food. I had this great urge to reach out to grab her left hand but held back…sigh….
I was not getting emotional about the whole thing, I am in the hunter mode remember?
and my kung fu teaches me not to be emotionally involved….it was just purely for my physical lust…….at that time, I simply had this great urge to feel her warmth, the softness of her skin…….
We foot the bill and left the restaurant. After walking aimlessly amongst the shops for a while, she told me she needed the toilet and asked me to follow her.
At this time, I have to say I was already consumed with lust. Perhaps the beer at dinner contibuted and I was going crazy looking at her long shapely legs in her tight shorts……
to be continued………….