Thanks, Power!
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And then the call came. Steven Teo’s secretary asked Monica and I to go see him that evening. The date was Friday, June 22, 1999. We knew it would be good news, and it was. A huge new account.
There’s an emotional high that comes from making a big sale, knowing that your job and bonus is secure for at least another year. (Even today, I can have great sex with a boring woman immediately after getting a big deal…
)
But on this day, the news, coupled with all our mental and physical lust bubbling under the surface all converged to create the Perfect Storm. Or as I call it, the Pinnacle. The sexual moment of *both* our lives.
Unlike our two earlier ‘dates’, events of the Pinnacle are actually quite hazy.
We went to meet Steven. He gave us the good news.
Riding that first high, we left together in my car and went straight back to my apartment.
We still hadn’t touched then. When we got to my apartment, I remember asking her if she’d like a drink, champagne, and she said exactly what I, too, felt.
“No, darling, we don’t need any.”
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So…
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And that’s when the nuclear fusion began. It wasn’t violent. It was remarkably slow and deliberate.
I first pulled Monica close, and our lips met for the very first time. Then our tongues touched and I was in heaven. The frenching must have taken ages before we even got to undressing each other.
I must say, her body was everything I fantasized it was. Slim but not muscular; round, pert breasts with no hint of sagging; pink nipples; well-trimmed bush; medium-sized butt and hips. Monica had a scar from a riding accident below right shoulder bone which I found most sexy – because totally ‘perfect’ unblemished women remind me of those air-brushed photos in magazines, which I find quite unappealing.
We must have made love touching each other for a good hour-and-a-half. Two or three times, I almost brought her to climax, but she made me stop, saying that she wanted us to climax together. Likewise, I had to employ serious willpower to hold off as I watched and felt Monica’s head bob up-and-down on me.
Finally, I paused, whispering that I would get the protection. To which she grabbed my arm and said pleadingly, “Darling, no… I need to feel you explode inside me. Whatever happens, we’ll deal with it later, ok?”
The moment of first entry was almost better than your regular plain vanilla orgasm. Suffice to say, Monica was more than sufficiently lubricated. And for the next 20 minutes we rose inexorably toward the Pinnacle of our sex lives.
I can’t describe it, the actual moment. History’s greatest poets and authors would fail miserably to bring justice to this kind of thing. All I can tell you, dear reader, is that the moment will never leave me, or her, and it’s what I’ll be thinking of in my last lucid minutes in this world…
If you’re lucky to have been there before, savour your own memories! If you haven’t, your imagination may get you halfway there…
Epilogue
We spent the entire night together, of course, and later I did in fact break out the best vintage Krug for us to celebrate the afterglow. Her husband and kids were still away. Who really cares what the maid thought?
Our relationship continued for a whole year after the Pinnacle. To our credit, I don’t think anyone ever found out. It was relatively easy to hide, in any case. Monica’s husband was hardly in town. My apartment was always available. We would also schedule business meetings (never together) in various regional cities, and the other would quietly fly in on personal time. On average, we managed to see each other at least once a week.
We would always have pretty great sex, though if you get it so right the first time, you never quite reach the Pinnacle ever again…
And still it was much more than that. In that year, my great sexual pursuit became my great love. The sexual, intellectual and emotional chemistry was just so. Who would have thought it back in those first months at the bank?
I’ll say one thing about her marriage: There was never anything particularly wrong with it, no push factor that caused Monica to stray. Our one year together was all about a remarkable attraction between two souls.
So of course, it ended, as we knew it would have to. Monica’s husband got posted to New York, and she gave up her career and our affair for the life of a Connecticut tai-tai. It was wrenching for a while, but we move on.
I’m married now, as I mentioned before. It’s not the same, but then I never expected it to be. I also no longer work at that same bank. I console myself by saying that she’s pushing 50 now, for heaven’s sake. Can’t imagine being 36 and with a 50 year-old…
But actually I can.
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And that does it people.
I enjoyed writing it, and from the comments, I guess some enjoyed reading it…
Thanks for the Rep Points.
More are always appreciated.
Special thanks to my (ex-)boss, to Steven Teo, my headhunter, and the irreplaceable Monica…
Peace. Out.
ANNOUNCEMENT:
Inspired by the excellent stories that continue to appear in this forum, I am pleased to announce that production has begun on a new episode.
Stay tuned…
Hello all, I’m back with Episode II!
Once again, names, timelines etc. are heavily modified, but the underlying tale is true.
Kindly up my points if you like this story.
Here we go…
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Circa: late-2000.
It was November 2000 and I was 30 years-young. My relationship with Monica had ended just a couple months previously, and I was busy rediscovering the pleasures of partying hard and short-term dating. At the same time, my work was hectic at the bank and I found myself working long hours.
That month, my personal assistant, Jane, gave birth and began 6 months of extended maternity leave. This put me at a serious handicap. I relied heavily on Jane for many things, including handling all my paperwork and liaising with clients on administrative matters, and I was extremely displeased when HR (human resources) told me that, due to a headcount freeze, they would only be able to provide me with an untrained junior temp staff while Jane was away on leave.
This was how I came to meet Nora. Nora was 19, Malay, and very girl-next-door pretty. And while her attractive light-skinned looks and sweet demeanour were certainly something I counted in her favour, my primary issue at the time was that she knew nothing whatsoever about my field of banking – and that meant additional work for me, and unforeseen potential problems when dealing with my often demanding clients.
With that in the background, our working relationship got off on the wrong foot. Several times during her first week at the bank, Nora committed errors ranging from the minor to the fairly major. The fairly major entailed her mailing the wrong set of documents to a key client. This led to the client giving me an angry earful, and, frustrated, I gave her much the same.
However, Nora apologized and took all my irritation and criticism with a mature calm which definitely impressed me. By the time Friday came around, I decided that since I was stuck with her for 6 months anyway, it was time to set things straight and, perhaps, find out a little more ‘personal’ details about my cute, young assistant…
Alright, another installment then I’m busy for the rest of the day.
Hope to have received more points by the time I get back…
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“Have you been here before?” I asked Nora as we were being seated at the Italian restaurant on Purvis Street I had booked for lunch.
“No never, Mr. Lin.” she replied, “I don’t get to go to many nice restaurants on my temp salary. Maybe you can pay me more?” Spunk. I like that…
I smiled back. The ice was slowly breaking. A bottle of white wine soon arrived and before long we were chatting casually and more a lot more freely. At least she wasn’t the wallflower type with no conversations skills…
“Anyway Nora, I wanted to say that I’m sorry if I’ve been harsh on you this week. Don’t take it personally. I know everything is pretty new to you, and very soon everything should be much easier for you.” I said.
“It’s quite alright! Besides, I really want to learn as much as possible about the bank during the next few months.” she replied.
Then, after a pause and to my astonishment, Nora said coyly, “Maybe we can do what my Dad does at home with me and my brothers. Whenever we do something wrong he gives us demerit points which we have to work off doing household chores…”
“Ok, sure…” I quickly responded, my mind already fantasizing about the various ways she could work off her ‘chores’… Clearly this was no plain-Jane temp girl. Need I explain further that Nora’s little suggestion was to become our catalyst for a fabulous few months of sexual pleasure?
Anyway, I learned quite a lot about Nora over that Friday lunch. She had gotten straight As in her GCE ‘A’-levels the previous year. However, because family finances were very tight, she had little choice but to work for a couple years to save up some cash before taking up her slot at NUS. She had recently applied for a stewardess job at SIA, and was waiting to hear back from them. Still she hoped to start a career in banking within a few years.
At the same time, her traditional parents were pressuring her to marry her boyfriend, whom she had been dating since Secondary 3. Though unlike Nora, who was obviously academically very bright, her 24 year-old boyfriend never completed his ‘N’ or ‘O’-levels, and now worked on-and-off as a dispatch rider. More than once, he had asked Nora to lend him part of her hard-earned savings because he was short of cash.
As I listened intently to Nora tell her story in her sweet, local accented voice, I couldn’t escape the feeling that she, more than any rich kid I knew, she deserved the opportunity to pursue that banking career, and perhaps one day live the ‘good life’ and earn the fairly ridiculous sums we are sometimes paid…
Of course, another feeling that I couldn’t escape was my growing desire to seduce and bed her. Luckily, these two feelings were perfectly complimentary!
It had been a year since I pursued the sophisticated, elegant and older Monica. Now, as I observed her cute dimpled-cheeks when she smiled, her straight black hair tied in a simple ponytail, her Giordano dress-style hiding a tall, slim figure, I found a familiar storm of sexual attraction building for Nora.
A new, very different chase had just begun…
Ok, another quick installment…
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Things built up nicely over the next couple of weeks, particularly as we ‘stringently’ enforced the demerit points system… Most promisingly, Nora, began to display clear signals of mutual attraction. In the office, it went something like this:
I began giving her more complex assignments to do, like summarizing the latest market views of our bank’s research analysts, or keeping our client database fully up-to-date.
Nora learned fast, yet inevitably (and exactly according to plan!) she would miss out something, and before long was running a pretty sizeable tally of demerit points…
Yet we both knew that this was now little more than a little game between the two of us, and Nora was growing more assured. Each time she racked up more demerit points, instead of getting upset, she reacted with coy “oh dear, guess I’m in trouble!” looks. And as things progressed further, a certain “come f*ck me” element began to manifest in her demeanour.
I began to throw in other signals like brushing against her arm or shoulder and intentionally letting her notice me ogling her body or breasts. So this also allowed me to live out some of my ‘office sexual harassment’ fantasies! Yet, most importantly, she never once resisted, and it was clear that she liked where this was headed.
If you’ve read my earlier tale about Monica, you will understand my philosophy of not consummating the chase too early. It’s far better to allow the sexual tension build in both parties until, at breaking point, it explodes with spectacular consequences…
But that was with older, worldly Monica. Within two weeks, I could see that young, far less experienced Nora was showing signs of being horny and a little confused. So I decided to ease things up a level!
moving right along.
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Most of the people in our open-plan office floor clear out by 7 p.m. each day. That Thursday, with an important client proposal due out the following day, Nora and I remained in the office late, finally getting done at around 8.30 p.m. On the professional front, she was extremely motivated and very appreciative of the higher-end, ‘client-facing’ work I was allowing her to get involved with.
With the office empty except for guys on our London trading desk at the far end of the room, I turned to Nora and said in a bantering tone, “You know, those 596 demerit points you’ve racked up? We haven’t actually discussed what you’re gonna do to work those off…”
Our eyes met, and Nora – no ambiguity of her “come f*ck me!” look anymore – said coyly, “Well… How about I give you a kiss, Mr. Lin?”
“Hmmm, ok well 2 points for a kiss on the lips, and 4 points with tongue… French…” I responded.
Then I leaned over close to her ear, inhaling her innocent smell of Dove shampoo and sweet natural scent, and whispered, “There are a few other things you can do for 20 points…”
Thank you very much to those who have upped me.
I have received
5
points since Episode II began. What say we target a total of
30
additional points *before* we bring this story to a close?? How about it, guys & gals?? Hey, I didn’t make it in banking sales for nothing…
Here’s the next installment…
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Just then, the moment was broken by the ringing of my handphone. Scowling, I answered and it was my brother, Michael, calling to remind me that I was late for dinner at our family house that evening. Damn! I had totally forgotten.
“Sorry, I have to rush.” I told Nora. And winking at her as I headed for the lift lobby, “We’ll have to finish this discussion tomorrow.”
Nora, looking disappointed, smiled back.
But well, you go with the flow with this kind of game. And that evening, the ‘flow’ carried me back up to the office 5 minutes later in search of my car keys that I had left lying on my desk.
Nora was sitting at her desk, her back at a 45-degree angle to me as I re-entered the large room some 20 metres away. She didn’t hear the automatic security door slide open.
Something made me stop. Nora was slouched so low in her chair that her head was resting low on the seatback. She seemed to be staring intently at something I could not see on her computer screen from where I stood. Then I observed her quickly and awkwardly pull off the hairclip, which allowed her shoulder-length black hair to fall messily behind the chair and partially across her face.
I moved silently in her direction, and when I was about 5 metres away, I heard her let out a barely audible but unmistakable whimper… Nora was getting off at her desk!
But the full magnitude only became clear when I got even closer. Still consumed by her fantasy, Nora still hadn’t noticed me. Her white blouse was unbuttoned and her left hand was fingering her right nipple under her bra. Her beige skirt hung around her lower thighs, and her right hand was aggressively working her pussy.
And on the screen she was intently staring at, our internal intranet was running, opened to the page with a short bio and photograph of… ME.