I waited patiently outside the toilet for her, my mind in a semi-daze, the intoxication due in part to the beer and in part to my sudden increase in the physical urge to get close to her.
She came out in a few minutes, flashing that dimpled smile at me.
What happened was in the heat of the moment and I am still questioning how I got myself into doing it.
The shopping mall’s toilet was the typical set-up, with one stand alone unit designed for handicapped people in between the Gents and Ladies.
While we walked past that, I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into it with me (I think I kinda looked around to make sure there were nobody else, it all happened so fast I also dun remember exactly la).
Anyway, she whimpered a soft yelp in surprise and said…‘what…..’ as I quickly turned around and locked the door. Thank goodness the place was quite clean and unused.
She stared at me with her big eyes and her nervousness was apparent in the cute way she started to chew her lower lips with her front teeth.
We remained standing and faced each wordlessly for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity.
Without a word, I brought one hand behind her head just below the start of her pony tail and brought her face closer to mine, with my other arms wrapped around her at her waist.
With her eyes closed, we locked lips and started to kiss.
I could feel her resistance at first but bit by bit, her nerves melted away and she started to kiss back.
My arm moved up her soft warm back beneath her tee shirt and found her bra strap. With almost expert fingers (well trained
), I unfastened it, although the tight tee held the lingerie very much in place.
Moving my hand to the front of her waist, I began to slowly peel the tee upwards towards her neck and stopped only after her bra-clad breasts were shown.
At this point, Tracy had started to softly whimper in the passion of the moment and we started frenching hard, eager to explore any deep inner sanctuaries of each other usually unreachable and untouchable.
With a flick of my wrist, I pushed the bra cups above her gorgeous breasts and started to gently fondle the two mounds, using delicate finger movements to tease the nipples.
Breaking our locked lips, I started to neck her. Man….her faint scent of perfume and the slight, very slight musky smell of dried perspiration (we did go to the gym prior to that right?) sent my head spinning into the high heavens.
Moving down her neck, I started to move my lips down towards her breasts. Tracy’s eyes remained closed tightly and her two hands were at the back of my head, grabbing me hard and messing up my hair in circular motions.
I started to taste her sweetness at her breasts, using my tongue and lips to explore the softness of her flesh. Her hard dark pink nipples sending shivers down her body each time my tongue flicked across them.
At this point, Tracy had one hand behind my head to guide my mouth to where she wanted to be kissed. Her other hand had now moved down the front of my gym shorts and her slender fingers were now wrapped around my already fully erected penis. She started to pump and it caused groans of pent up passion to escape from my mouth, which was still tasting those sweet twin mounds of hers.
While I continued my attack on those gorgeous 34Bs, I moved my hand round her back again and started to pull her tight shorts inch by inch downwards, stopping only when her panties came into clear display.
I started to feel her warm moist inner most spot outside her cotton lingerie and she started to writhe in passion with her moans becoming more audible.
As I started to inch my index finger into the crotch of her panties and felt the lush warm wetness awaiting, Tracy opened her eyes, saying softly in between her sexy pants for breath……..‘No….no….what we are doing…….no….this is wrong…..no….not in this place….there are people outside……’
This carried on for minutes, as I stubbornly continued to kiss her in the lips again. However, feeling that she was indeed feeling less comfortable, I stopped.
Pulling my shorts up, I looked into her face to make sure she was ok.
She was putting her bra cups in place and as she reached behind to fasten the bra, she gave me a look that remained firmly in my mind till today. It was a ‘you-naughty-boy-but-it-was-great-and-I-sure-loved-it’ kind of look (cannot describe it in words properly lah). We remained totally silent while we both tried to make overselves look decent enough to go back into the mall.
After she tucked her tee into her shorts, she unlocked the door, stepped outside and quickly closed it in case someone saw that I was in there too.
After pausing for a few seconds, I walked out and saw her standing next to a nearby CD shop, looking into the display window.
Without another word, we walked to the carpark and parted ways………
T.B.C………….
The next taboo episode vividly in mind is even more scandalous. It happened at my parents’ place, yes, meaning at Tracy’s in-laws place.
It was one of those rare times when my mom cooked dinner and had us all over (her cooking sucks lah…..so seldom cook. better not complain too much, sekarlee my fadder also SB brother here, that will be hilarious wouldn’t it? sekarlee he even upped me before…………
…buarharhar…that would be something)….ok ok, enough TCSS, later bros here wack me for wasting time………….
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As I mentioned, it was dinner, on a friday night. It was my parents, Tracy and myself.
After dinner, we got down to watching DVDs. My fadder had just bought the Lord of the Rings box-set and they wanted to watch as much as they can at one go. Since Tracy and myself had already set aside the evening for them, and that we all lived close to one another, we decided to accompany the old people.
We had beers and snacks during the movie session. As it was Friday, we were drinking quite a bit. After a few rounds, Tracy was spotting an attractive pink blush on her cheeks.
She looked great that day. As it was friday, she was dressed casually to work. She was wearing a nice one piece floral sleeveless flowy dress, like those typical Laura Ashley type (bros who stayed in England before should know). As usual, I was trying hard to check out the ‘inner beauty’. She had on strap-less bra (so could not tell colour) and her usual g-string (Me in hunter mode means expert at identifying VPLs.)
Because my mudder does not see her as often as she liked, she was spending a lot of time chit chatting with Tracy. Although they get along well and that Tracy’s really nice to her, I could tell that she was getting bored with the old lady after a while.
Seeing that our drinks were finished, she quickly took the chance to refill in the kitchen and also volunteered to bring out more snacks and cut fruits.
My parents stay in an old but very spacious bungalow, thus it was quite a distance from the living hall to the kitchen.
Getting bored myself (I saw the show so many times liao lah, not to mention that being a Tolkien fan, I had also read the book several times since young), I stood up from the couch and volunteered to help after Tracy disappeared from sight into the kitchen.
Tracy was engrossed with washing apples and peeling them at the sink, with her back to me. She turned around when she heard my footsteps and said hi before resuming her task.
She asked what I was doing and I gave an excuse of making myself coffee as the beer was getting to me. She nodded her head and remained silent, not bothering with me.
I reached for a cup and walked towards the sink where she was. I stopped briefly to admire her beauty, her long untied hair, slightly tanned neck and arms shown outside the dress, and her very shapely hips and slim waist not hidden at all by the loose dress. The dress finished just above her knees and even her shapely, slight muscular calves looked delicious.
Again, (every say with me together….)‘In Hunter Mode, with beer swimming in my arteries, I walked near her to enjoy the strong feminine aura being exuded from her whole body. Smelling a different, more summer-ish type perfume this time, I got even closer to take more of it in.
Slowly, without knowing it, I had now reached the back of her and the front of my body was pressed against her.
She was startled and gave a soft mutter of surprise. She looked up from the sink and looked forward, not daring to turn around, perhaps because she was not sure what I was up to.
I was again in a daze, standing very still, just enjoying her presence.
Just then, I realised the amusing thing that had happened. My useless little symbol of manhood had once again rose to the occassion. As my body was pressed against her back, it was sticking out a little through the thin cotton draw-string casual pants I was wearing. My eager brother was now pressed between our bodies, right at where her g-string clad butt crack was.
After a minute of silence, she turned around, stared into my eyes and said,‘Is that what I think it is? Are you thinking what I think you are thinking?’
‘Err….‘I whispered, simply grinning like a young school boy caught doing something against school rules.
‘You are crazy, get back to the hall,’ she whispered with more purpose now, elbowing me away. ‘You nut? Your parents are here? What are you thinking?’
Somehow, despite the reprimand, I could sense that she too was amused and a slight, very slight smile was escaping from the edge of her luscious lips.
Chuckling out aloud, I grabbed my cup and walked out, not caring that it was empty without anything in it, the next move for the night forming fast in my mind…………..
We both went back to the hall, pretending of course, like nothing had happened.
I was feeling quite bored, the only thing of interest to me was Liv Taylor’s cleavage.
It was another 30 minutes into the show when Tracy stood up and said she had to go check an overseas e-mail that she had been waiting for from an important client. I had an old computer in a room upstairs that I stayed in before I moved out.
As she left, she looked at me with a stern expression in her eyes, as if to say,’ you better not come up too and do anything stupid…’ hee hee…how can?…I had been waiting for the chance the whole night……..
I waited another 5 minutes before I said I was feeling hot and wanted to take a shower (had clothes at the place of course). I walked quietly up the stairs.
True enough, there she was, in my old room, engrossed at the computer screen. I tip toe up to her and blew lightly into her ears. She stood up in fright, found that it was me and started to chase me round the room. I laughed and finally jumped onto the bed, while she pinched me on the arm, embarrassed and flushed in the face due to the alcohol and the fright I gave her, I suppose.
Asking me to leave her alone as she had important stuff to do, I stood up and told her about my shower, while I grabbed some old stuff from my wardrobe. I walked into the attached bathroom and deliberately kept the door opened.
I had just stripped down into my briefs when she suddenly turned up at the door, unable to hide her grin, she pretended to look angry and said,‘stupid idiot.’ before closing the door for me…..sigh….can’t fault me for not trying.
After my shower, I dressed and went to sit on the bed next to her while she continued typing (not in Sammyboy, I confirm…..
, it was e-mail).
She ignored me and her forehead was frowning slightly in a cute way in concentration. Her soft slow breathing made her attractive chest move up and down and I was almost mesmerised looking at them.
Pretending to walk to the door, I took a few steps before turning around and hugging her from her back. She grasped in surprise and was careful not to shout out loud. I had my arms just below her breasts and started to kiss the back of her neck.
She struggled a bit and tried to stand up from the computer table chair, but I had her tightly locked. After a minute of persistent kissing, her nervous pants became soft moans of pleasure….sigh…women are creatures with needs too huh?
I moved my arms up and was now kneading her breasts through her dress and bra while her face was turned towards me as we kissed.
All this happened while the room door was half opened and my parents and the maids just a 20 sec away downstairs.
The taboo-ness and the danger of the whole act was sending blood flowing in gushes to my erection and I started to grab at her in even greater hunger.
Spinning the computer chair around with her still seated, I reached under her skirt with both arms and aggressively pulled her black panties out from beneath and dropped them on the floor under the table. Tracy was panting hard now and my daring act seemed to also fuel her already stirred-up desires.
As I was going to pull her onto her feet into my arms, I heard footsteps and quickly backed off. My mudder appeared at the door, asking before she opened it what we were doing.
I tried my very absolute utmost best to look casual and said that we were talking about work. Tracy stood up to face her and agreed, and apologised that we were not down there with them.
My dear old mudder, luckily, did not see the crazy entanglement we were in just seconds ago and simply smiled and told us not to be workaholics and leave the work talk for Monday, shaking her head and said that we were just like my brudder, so engrossed with career. (You can imagine how we both jumped when my brudder was mentioned. Somehow, it made the whole situation so kiny it further added on to my mojo….
)
At this point, I was worried about the pair of delicious black g-string under the table, thanking God that it was well camouflaged in the shadow.
We said we would be down in a minute as mudder started to step out of the room. She muttered to us to close the door to prevent the air-con from going out………hey…..way to go, mom…!!! hee hee
I obediently obliged and closed the door.
Turning around, I saw that Tracy was sitting on the bed looking at her toes.
Thinking that she must have been too traumatised by the incident, I kept quiet as I sat next to her.
She lifted her head and looked at my from the corner of her eyes and flashed an almost sly smile……..’not tonight,’ she whispered, stealing another glance at the closed door. ‘Too much risk, cowboy.’
I sighed in disappointment and realised that she was looking at my huge hard-on through my shorts.
‘Houston, we have a problem,’ she said softly, her eyes locked between my legs as she flashed me that dimpled smile again.
‘Let me get this out of the way for you, mister,’ she whispered into my ears while her hand grabbed me there through the shorts. ‘But remember, you owe me one……….’
‘One what…‘before I could finish, her lips were on mine again……..
T.B.C.
Breaking off from her awesome lips, which was hard to do, I looked at her and asked.’ hey, I thought you said no, what are you doing then?'
Flashing me a naughty smile, she took my hand and led me to the bathroom door.
Kneeling down, she reached behind her and unclapped her bra before reaching in to take it out. She flung it to a spot on the floor next to the bed, hidden from the view of anyone at the door.
She slowly undid the first two buttons at the collar of her skirt before reaching for my shorts and pulling them down round my ankles.
‘Silly boy,’ as she grabbed my erection and stroked it.’ Ever heard of a quickie? Plus…….if we hear foot steps, you’re in the toilet with the doors closed and I’m simply on the bed reading a book.’
I was in too much pleasure to access whether her plan made sense but the feel of her hands was just too intensive for me.
Leaning forward while she was still on her knees, she took me, the whole of me in her mouth and started to pump my penis in and out of her lips.
As my scandaous relationship with Tracy entered higher level, I had begun to realise that she was a very sexual person and that when it came to techniques, she was no amatuerish green horn. Her lip pumping was synchronised in perfection with tongue movement at the base of my cannon-head.
Reaching down as much as I could, I moved one hand into her opened collar and started to fondle her breasts, discovering that she was perspiring a little and her nipples were already rock hard.
Wanting to change my position, Tracy shook her head slightly while keeping up with the blowjob, signalling her intention to finish me off there and then.
….I came….hard, furious, and like the previous time, Tracy took it all in.
She allowed me a quick shower while she went to pick up her lingerie from various spots in the room and put them on.
Before we left the room, we took her hand, looked her in the eye and said,’ Gee, that was wonderful….but….isn’t there something we would have been doing? something that you are deliberately avoiding…?'
Tracy smiled slightly and looked at her toes shyly again……‘I dunno….being with you feels good, very wrong…….but…man…..the times we had….sure felt good……….I’m not sure about taking this further……..what we are doing so far is within the limits I set, but more…I dunno…..’
I remained silent, somewhat a little disappointed by what I heard.
Sensing it, she flashed me that dimpled smile again, looked me in the eyes and said,‘hey cowboy, cheer up, I’m beginning to think like you, ya’know, that we should live life to the fullest…becos we only live once blah blah blah……..we’ll see, ok?……..you do still owe me one……who knows what I might want you to do?…’
With that, she walked in front of me down the stairs……….
man……….I was SO IN HUNTER MODE after that……….
Thanks for the support and the great company (I think more than 20 bros reading at any 1 time).
To enable everyone to plan your time, I will give a time-table for you to decide whether you want to wait for live action or not.
Time: Now till 8 pm
Story: Another short scandalous encounter (at the beach)
Time: tomorrow till Wed (depending how much time I have during office hrs to write)
Story: The final conquer (first time I could finally say - Houston, we have touch down
)
Thanks for all encouragement, will be back after short break to plough on……….memories still coming hard and fast….
The next encounter we had came about 2 weeks later.
It was a Sunday afternoon when I received a call from Tracy.
‘Hey,’ she said. ‘Do you still hit Pasir Ris beach on Sundays to blade? You going today?’
‘No,’ I said, I was still in bed nursing a hangover from a full night out with chicks.
‘Oh…ok,’ she sounded disappointed.
‘Why,’ I asked?
She then told me that she was there and that the two frens she was with had left to be with BFs earlier than planned and that she still wanted to stay there and play.
Looking at my watch, I agreed to join her since I had no plans anyway and thought that some sun and sports might do me some good in fighting the lethargy from drinking.
I met up with her about 45min later. She greeted me with a very wide smile. She was wearing blue bikinis, though they are the more conservative type (like one pc suit with the middle portion around the stomach cut-off.) with a cute straw hat. The sun-glasses somehow gave a different look to her sweet face.
We spent the afternoon in the sea, canoeing followed by swimming.
I spent much time teasing and making monkeys out of her. For instance, I canoed with her (a double canoe) till quite far from the beach and then jump off into the water and swam back towards land. Being a not-so-good swimmer, she started to scream at me and got very nervous.
After a good laugh, I swam back to rescue her, seeing that she was already trembling with fright.
While we were splashing around in the water during the later swim, I forced her head under water so many times she started to beg for help. I was sure she had more than a few big gulps of the salty stuff down her throat.
Of course during the session, I had my fair session of copping feels round her well toned body……her chest, her butt, even had my whole palm grabbed right between her legs numerous times.
In fact, there were times when my useless lil brother was becoming such a problem I had to stay under water deliberately for prolonged periods for him to go to sleep again.
While Tracy acted oblivious to it, I was sure she know.
We had dinner at one of those seaside al fresca places. Tracy continued to be annoyed with me for being such a nuisance the whole day, though she did giggled a lot and played along.
Somehow, through dinner, I detected that she was a little moodier than usual, and that the trip was for her to distract herself. More on her moody story tomorrow…..
As expected, my suggestion for beers was met with instant approval and we found overselves downing Heinekens under the moon.
As the beers flowed, she once again began to let down her inhibitions and was closer to her usual bubbly self again. In fact, our conversations began to steer towards sex, for the very first time, and we started to share stories about our encounters when younger….in England…in Singapore….(might share these next times if you bros are interested…)
The stories really got me pumped up and I thank the table for hiding my erection that was once again forming tentage under my loose shorts.
Now, at this point, I must say that though Tracy is one of the most gorgeous babes I knew, she was never one to flaunt herself, cheaply or not.
What happened kind of took me a little by surprise, she excused herself to the toilet and when she was back, all the guys at the tables around us started to stare at her.
Although she still had her bikini bottom on, she now had a white tee shirt on. What happened however, was that she had removed the bikini top and she was actually bare under the tee shirt.
Be it the alcohol, me or the juicy funny erotica we were sharing, her glorious nipples were erect and poking against the cotton shirt, inviting the stares. She seemed to be aware and was very uncharacteristically actually enjoying the attention.
Sitting back in front of me, she downed the rest of her green bottle and asked….‘So stud……where were we…?’
After a couple more drinks, we decided to leave for a stroll, at Tracy’s suggestion.
She was starting to behave a little abnormal, turning from being moody to actually being naughty.
For instance, when we were walking down the seaside path and into a very dark stretch where the street lights were not working, she suddenly grabbed me at the waist and pulled my shorts down, right there in the open!!!!! She then laughed like a mad woman and sprinted off in front. Thank god that place had gotten quite secluded on Sunday night.
We walked quite a distance away from the makan place and reached a stretch where it was very secluded, with benches facing the beach near a row of short coconut palms.
Holding my hand, she led me to one of the benches and we sat down.
‘Idiot,’ I said, tickling her side and watching her twist in discomfort, causing her unencumbered breasts to bounce sexily under her white tee.
‘Revenge, revenge,’ she said, still grinning.
I lit up a cigarette and stared out at the peaceful sea, feeling tired and thinking a little bit about work the next morning.
Tracy then caught me by surprise by almost jumping onto my lap, facing me, almost breaking my legs in the process. She half curled her legs around my hips and wrapped her arms around my neck. Pushing ourselves closer, she then planted a long wet kiss on my lips.
After a whole glorious minute, she broke off and rested her head on my shoulder. Thinking that she was tired, I patted her head and allowed her some quiet time. That was not to be. The naughty lady was making a huge love bite at the base of my neck and finished it off with a painful teethy bite.
‘Ouch,’ I cried out.
‘Hey hey…’ she giggled again, pinching me on the nose. ‘You better be wearing a tie tomorrow, or that will definitely show through an opened collar.’
‘Idiot,’ I grinned. ‘You think I have never shown up with a hickey to work before?’
‘Yes I know you have,’ she said, though she now had a straight face, the mischievious dangerous grin remained in her eyes.
‘Sure you have,’ she now whispered, with her face just a inch from mine…… and we frenched again.
Boy she sure was in the lead this time, she brought both my hands under her tee and guided them to her breasts, guiding my finger to both her nipples, all this while attacking my tongue fiercely with her lips and teeth.
She then moved her hand into my shorts and grabbed my brother, whom had been crying out for action since the time it was soaked in sea water.
She started to pump my penis hard, really hard, and fast…to the point I knew I was gonna come there and then.
Sensing that I was clueless about what was happening but damn near cumming, she stopped.
I was panting and groaned at her, asking her not to.
‘No no no, cowboy,’ she said, with that dangerous sparkle in the eye again. ‘You are not getting any from me today….in fact, you owe me one right?’
‘Err….wait….wat?’ I stammered, still recovering from her almost-there handjob.
‘Follow me,’ she smiled, and led me to further down the track where it was almost ending with no street lights what-so-ever.
We sat down on a grass patch next to a cluster of plants, hidden from view of where people might be.
‘You owe me one….’, she whimpered, stroking my face. ‘And I want you to make me feel good.’
‘Wha…how? Erm, sure, with pleasure,’ I again stammered, not sure that this was really becoming so easy.
‘You dun understand,’ she cooed, leaning back onto her left elbow, the collar of her loose tee almost exposing her left breast.
‘You, cowboy, are not getting any today…and you will make me happy…with this,’ With that, she reached out and touched my lips, my mouth half opened in shock.
‘You are asking me to eat you?’ I said, staring at her.
‘Oh that sounds so uncouth…just do it….‘she sighed, now leaning back fully on both elbows.
For the first time in my life, I was feeling damn horny and damn not in control.
I crept towards her and with my mind in quite a blank, reached out and peeled off her blue bikini bottom. Tracy began to close her eyes and sigh with pleasure.
Crawling to the vee of her opened legs, which were bent slightly at the knees so that her feet were still planted firmly on the grass, I brought my face towards that sweet glorious spot of hers.
As I remembered, she was well trimmed and her very well toned thighs accentuated the trance-like experience of approaching the spot with my eager yet unsure face.
I started with tonguing her from her trimmed bush right down towards her butt crack. Man, the intoxicating scent of the inner most spot of the beauty is beyond words, trust me. Funnily enough, this was coupled with the saltiness from dried up seawater that I could taste. This somehow added to the experience and made it both exotic and erotic.
Tracy was now groaning with pleasure, her thighs gripping the sides of my face at times when my tongue hit the right places. Her excitement, lust, passion well represented by the state of her sanctaury, which progressed from being warm, moist to now outright wet and hot.
I was using my tongue to penetrate her, as much as I could, exploring her inner tastes and causing her to allow more of her sweet feminine nectar to flow.
Using the pumping action with aid from my fingers, I was sending her into the clouds of ecstasy, her hands now pressing my face harder and harder onto her, sweet music of passion escaping her lips…..
She came…passionately, violently, gushingly……….
Panting hard, she pulled me into her arms and once again we engaged in a long passionate kiss.
I reached down and clothed her properly, before leading her onto her feet.
Walking back to the car park……I planted a kiss on her forehead while she flashed me that sweet dimpled smile….all these while remaining quiet. ‘I know something’s troubling you,’ I said, as she fished out her car keys. ‘Call me tomorrow.’
Looking into my eyes, she nodded and hopped into her car……..
I looked at her drive off, still in a little daze by the experience…….
OK folks, that’s all for tonight.
Thank you for the enouragement and points, they certainly remain warmly welcomed.
Will try to carry on as much as I can tomorrow.
Have a good evening (if tonight encounter any good lobang please remember to share
).
Cheers
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Reeemer
pant pant…write until finger cramped liao…..
bro reemer,
bravo! well done!
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Originally Posted by
Reeemer
After my shower, I dressed and went to sit on the bed next to her while she continued typing (not in Sammyboy, I confirm…..
, it was e-mail).
T.B.C.
Good Work with humor!!!
Cheerz