I work in a small office in the industrial park near Tai Seng.
The small office of 20 staff is a close knit one and I must have accumulated quite a bit of good karma in my previous life to have a good boss.
It’s my longest staying job thus far and for the past 4 years since I joined, no one left. My co-workers come to work at 8.30 sharp with a smile on their faces and most will leave before 8pm with an even broader smile.
Perhaps it’s because my boss Mr Chan would personally chase everyone out of the office at 8pm.
I remembered it was probably my first month in the office when one evening he tapped me on my shoulder at 8pm and said.
Mr Chan : There is more to life than work.
That remark has never left my head since that day he chased me away from my desk.
In terms of pay benefits, we are perhaps a little less than 5%-8% lower than our peers but no one complained.
We’re a happy bunch of workers and even though there are some politics at play, it was nothing compared to what I’ve seen in some of the bigger offices.
Aside from a happy work life, I was the envy of quite a few male colleagues when I got to share a cubicle with one of the prettiest, spunkiest girl in the team.
Her name is Joan.
Now Joan is probably one of the best dresser in the office. She’s got an eye for colours and matching her outfits nicely with accessories. It doesn’t matter if it’s a simple pants and work top, or a skirt with long sleeve blouse, I’ve even see her in berms and slippers one rainy day, she looks stylish and cool.
Yes, she looks hot too.
I’ve been secretly thanking the tropical weather in Singapore ever since the first time I saw Joan step into office in shorts and slippers about 6 months after I joined the company.
My mouth literally gapped open when she settled into the cubicle with her damp clothes and started to dry her legs.
Most people usually have tissues in their cubicles but for me, I have a preference for using kitchen towels.
Yes those standing rolls of towels you use in the kitchen.
I prefer the thicker feel of the paper pulp.
That rainy morning, Joan put down her bag, opened her umbrella to air it at the empty space behind our desk and came straight over to my seat. She reached for my kitchen towels and without a word, started pulling and unrolling a good amount of them.
Joan : The rain is crazy today….. totally drenched…
I was fighting to peel my eyes away from her top that was partially plastered against her flat tummy. The damp smell of wet fabric reminded me of wet laundry.
As she ripped off a length, she spoke a little louder towards Mr Chan’s office.
Joan : Boss…… we need a sheltered linkway from our office to the bus stop.
My Chan look up from desk and came out of the office, coffee in hand.
Mr Chan : What was that again ?
Joan turned towards Mr Chan, angling her body about 25 degrees to her right but keeping her legs firmly anchored to the carpeted floor beside me. Her left feet twisted slightly off the floor, if she had a golf club, I guess she’s ready to swing.
I felt a bit of reaction in my pants as I watch Joan run the towel up the side of her legs as she spoke, absorbing the droplets of rain from her hairless legs.
I thought they looked a little shiny but it had to be the lighting, or my eyes must be playing tricks on me.
Joan : I said…. We need a sheltered linkway …. To the bus stop.
Mr Chan nodded before saying he’ll call the prime minister and talk to him about it in a nonchalant manner. Another colleague , Amy, sitting opposite Joan threw a ball of tissue at her.
Amy : Don’t be a bimbo early in the morning Joan…
There was some giggles before everyone got back to work.
Joan thanked me for the towels before adding a little loudly.
Joan : Thanks for the towels James…… and stop looking at my legs.
A few immediate wooooss…. And wahhss….and a rather audible ‘ pervert ’ sounded out from the rest of the colleagues.
Joan laughed and threw a ball of used towels at me.
That was the general atmosphere of the office I work in.
We laughed, we joked and we get things done.
Joan and I worked closely on quite a few projects and we got closer as colleagues. Perhaps it’s because we both love to read.
There was once we tried to eat snake together after a meeting ended early and we ended up at a bookstore.
We were at separate sections browsing different books for a good 2 hours before we decide to head back to office.
Yes we are close, but not to the stage that we’re dating, not that I mind. The thing is Joan is not available.
Joan’s in a relationship for a long time, attached to her boyfriend since her days in NUS.
It’s at least a 10 year relationship by my estimates.
Sometimes I would tease her asking if she’s ever getting married.
James : Eh Joan…. Turning 30 liao you know….. Ah… Thomas haven proposed yet ah ?
She’ll usually shoot me a sideway glance and if anything was within her reach, she would throw it at me.
Joan : Tsk…. Don’t kaypo can……. I already very sad liao…
She added with a sad frown.
Joan : That day this kid called me auntie…… what the hell…. Haha…
James : Aiyah…. Tell Thomas he don’t propose soon… I’ll propose liao ah…
Joan laughed and replied.
Joan : yah la.. yah la… You always say that…
She turned and gave me a haughty glance that oozes and scream slut no matter how you look at it before looking at the direction of my privates.
Joan : Wait till you grow some pubic hair first ok ? James ? hahah .
I laughed.
Well, Joan is 4 years older than me but you would not be able to tell that from her looks definitely.
She still looked like a fresh grad who just joined the workforce not too long ago.
She may be 4 years older than me, but I’m exactly 4 cm taller than her at 1.7m.
Her eye lashes are naturally long, and she has a habit of blinking a couple of times when she looks at you for a favour. That big round eyes and the moving lashes coupled with her biting her lips was enough to make everyone give in to her in the office.
Since I was one of her closer colleagues, I would always tell her off, adding that she looked exactly like the porn star from the Jap av I downloaded when she does that.
She would usually give me a sweet coy look, blink a couple times more before showing me the finger.
Sometimes it amazes me how different Joan can behave depending on circumstances and the people she interact with.
She came from a good school and a strict family background,she struck me as someone prim and proper, yet she’s so at home whenever she’s talking with those uncle contractors or ah beng vendors.
Joan : Wah lao eh…. Knn… uncle Tong… don’t tiao kang jiak wa leh….. this is different from the sample you submitted. Buay swee lah…
I simply cannot imagine hearing something like this from a girl who came from RGS.
On the other end of the spectrum, I’ve heard her challenged a unreasonable client citing contract clauses that I don’t even realise existed in a manner that’s even more professional that the lawyers conducting themselves in court sessions.
Joan can be a typically ah lian if she chose to, she can change her tone to a spunky chic party girl if she wanted , and when it’s time to be professional and firm, her demeanour left everyone in no doubt that she meant business.
This is Joan for you.
Her naturally firm and full B rack and long shapely legs made her one of my regular masturbation targets.
Needless to say, I fantasised quite a bit about her.
January 4th , 2013
Friday
Joan is a January baby and her birthday falls on the 4th. More than hand the office was on leave since it was the 1st week of the new year.
Joan too was supposed to be on leave that day and I was surprised to see her turn up at work.
My section was empty, the closest colleague is at least 5-6 m away facing in a different direction. Thinking that no one would appear since I’m right at the corner of the office, I had sammyboy forum on full screen.
I was happily browsing the pictures and reading the stories online when I felt a smack across the back of my head.
I honestly felt my balls shrank to the size of a pea and I quickly closed the window and stood up.
The moment I turned around, I saw Joan with her eyes wide opened with her hands on her hips.
I wanted to speak but I could only managed some mumbling I could not even make out myself.
James : Ermmm..berummm…iwasnmmmm
Joan made a gesture of trying to smack me again which caused me to dodge but she did not follow through with her action.
I saw her powered up her PC before she went to the pantry to get her coffee.
10am
James : Hey… I thought you’re on leave ?
Joan : Well… just feel very sian…
James : Oh. I almost forgot.
I took a new roll of kitchen towel and scribbled happy birthday on it before passing it to Joan.
James : Nah…. Happy birthday…
She laughed and accepted my gift with both hands and a slight bow.
Joan : Thank you, James. I’ll need this… haha.
I was about to ask how is she celebrating her birthday when she took a look around us before sitting back down. What happened next completely caught me off guard.
I saw her beautiful face scrunched up, her eyes watered and she started to cry.
I felt my balls shrink again, probably to the size of a sesame seed as I struggled to understand what was going on.
It was those silent sobbing, she sobbed so hard her body shook. There was hardly any sound coming from her but her tears flowed freely.
In the back of my head, I wanted to crack a silly joke that went something like ,
“ Are you that sad you turned 31 ? “
I was glad I kept my mouth shut because Joan got off her chair and sat down on the carpeted floor before struggling to talk.
It was a soft sobbing mumble but I manage to make out what she was trying to say.
Joan : Thomas and I broke up 2 days ago….
Her head was lowered and she buried herself in her hands and she sobbed away.
I stood up and checked the immediate surroundings before joining her on the floor.
I gently nudge her shoulder and gave them a squeeze.
I did not disturb her for a good 15 minutes, allowing her to release her pent up emotions as much as she could.
I helped her up to the chair when I saw she was trying to get up.
James : I’ll… I’ll bring you another cup of coffee. The old one cold liao..
I went to the pantry and got her a fresh cup of coffee before heading back to the cubicle.
I passed her the cup of coffee and I immediately pursed my lips hard, pressing them together.
I sat down on my seat and my hands squeezed the sides of the handle so hard it turned my knuckles white.
Joan : Sorry… I know it’s very silly…. Go ahead… laugh at me…
She dried her tears before going on.
Joan : As my cubicle mate, I was expecting at least some sympathy from you James…. Not this…
I kept really quiet and just stared on. I was really trying to calm myself down.
Joan : It’s my birthday after all…. Can’t you just be a little nicer to me…
She came forward and smack me on my thigh and added.
Joan : Stop it…. I just ended a relationship… what you’re doing is very rude..
I took a deep breath and replied.
James : I’m… sorry…
That was all I managed before I had to purse my lips again.
Joan : I don’t get what’s so funny James… you’re quite a heartless chap….. I was still about to ask if you’re still considering proposing to me….
James : I’m….sorry Joan…
I could not hold it any longer and I let loose a short burst of giggling.
It was a genuine giggle that centred around something funny.
Joan gave a sigh before turning away from me.
What Joan spoke next was the beginning of a very interesting journey for the both of us.
It was our very first wager as colleagues.
Joan : I bet you would not be able to make me laugh today. …
I replied immediately.
James: What are we betting on ? haha.
I felt quite sorry for Joan when I heard her speak. I could really feel the sourish sadness when I heard her reply.
Joan : I’ll buy you dinner lor….. since I’m probably going to be alone for my birthday.
I replied almost immediately
James : You are on..
I left the cubicle and I went to borrow another colleague’s mirror she had on her desk and brought it back to Joan.
The moment I handed it to her, she burst out laughing, spitting saliva and letting loose some mucus at the same time.
Joan : Hahaha…..idoit…
I handed Joan some wet tissues for her to clean up her face. It turns out the marker I used to scribble Happy birthday on the kitchen towels smudge all over her when she used them to dry her tears.
It was not too bad, she just had dark smudges of black all over her face and it was really quite a funny sight.
James : So…. Did I win the bet ?
Joan laughed.
After a few seconds later, she nodded her head.
I smiled.
Joan composed herself shortly after and demanded another bet. She’s not someone who takes losing lightly.
Joan : James …. I bet I can make you cry during dinner.
I laughed and shook my head.
James : No way…
She just laughed and asked if I’m taking up the bet.
James : Sure….. what are we betting on ?
Joan smirked and shot me a sideway glance.
Joan : Winner gets to slap the loser.
I guess given her lousy mood, she really needed to vent her frustration out on someone that day.
Well, at least I get to have dinner with Joan.
I agreed.
6.10pm
We took a cab to Jalan Kayu and when I saw Joan approach the restaurant that serves buffalo wings, I knew what she was up to.
We took a seat, ordered beer and Joan ordered half a dozen of really intense buffalo wings for each of us.
I could already see the smirk on her face as she sipped her cold beer.
6.20pm
We were just chatting casually when her phone rang. She mentioned that it was Thomas and she needed to take the call. I saw her get up and leave and I immediately called the service staff.
I ordered a small dessert and requested for a candle and the staff nodded knowingly.
I requested that he change my wings to one which is really mild and briefly told him that we’re just having a friendly wager.
He smiled and nodded before disappearing into the kitchen.
6.30pm
Joan came back in and said Thomas called to wish her Happy birthday.
James : You ok ? …
Joan : I would be after I get to slap you later .. haha.
I smiled and kept quiet.
6.40pm
The wings arrived and we started eating.
Now I pretended to take a deep breath and I gobbled up my wings fast. I pretended to clench my teeth and just gobbled and gobbled.
I finished my 6 wings in no time as I watch Joan struggled with her 2rd wing.
Joan downed her beer and when I was about to reach for mine, she snatched it away from me and started drinking from it. I pretended to hold one and clench my teeth, but I was definitely nowhere near crying.
At 7.15pm, the victor is clear and I cannot wipe the smirk off my face whereas Joan cannot stop sulking.
Her sulk turned to a smile when I asked for the dessert to be served and Joan thanked me for the small surprise.
Joan got the bill as agreed and I offered to send her back to her place in Sengkang.
Right when I reach the foot of her block, she turned towards me and took a deep breath and mumbled at the same time.
Joan : Don’t believe my day can get any worse than this…
She offered the side of her face towards me and looked away.
I know you must be thinking that was the que for a kiss, a romantic gesture to end the day. I could be a gentleman, bla bla bla….. Perhaps a new beginning for James, but no.
James is not a gentleman.
A slap is a slap.
I lifted up my right hand and off it went.
Smack !
Joan’s eyes widen in surprised and she was lost for words. I quickly ran before she could recover her consciousness.
I got a good distance of 8-9 meters between us before I turned and saw Joan rubbing her left butt cheek and laughing at the same time.
I got another 4-5 meters away before I heard Joan scream at me, laughing at the same time.
I got to the side of the road to hail a cab and I could still see Joan standing at the void deck looking at me. My phone rang shortly after and I answered.
It was Joan.
Joan : Hahaha… you chicken you… run so fast. Haha.
James : Haha.. that’s a really firm and toned….behind… I must say.
Joan : Go and die .. haha…
James : Haha…. Cab’s here, half a good rest.
Joan : Goodnight James…. Thanks for the evening.
James : Goodnight Joan…
At 11.30pm that evening. I received an sms from Joan
Joan sms : Are you up for another bet ?
James sms : Bring it on…
The very next day, I received a message that is so brutal that it made me laugh out loud.
Joan sms :
“Hi James… I’ve just been dumped by my boyfriend. I need someone to accompany me and make me smile. Do not for a moment think you stand a chance. You are just a stand in replacement till I find someone. PS : I am a very selfish person. You can choose to ignore this message. Joan “
I laughed and almost choked on my soya bean drink that morning when I saw Joan’s message.
I wanted to draft a reply but the next message came through.
Joan sms : Can you spend this afternoon with me ?….. and just agree to go along with everything I want to do …
And the next one followed suit.
Joan sms : I’m a in foul mood, i bet……. you would surely say ‘no’ to me before the day is over.
I sipped and drained my drink and the 4th message came through.
Joan sms : I bet…. 2 x slap…
I smiled and replied.
James sms : Can we be more civilised ?
Joan replied almost immediately.
Joan sms : 3 x slap
1 minute later
Joan sms : 4 x slap
Another minute later
Joan sms : 5 x slap
James sms. Ok… ok… I get the drift… Where do we meet ?
Joan wanted to meet for lunch so we arranged to meet in town at City Hall station at 12.30pm.
I was feeling pretty happy to be meeting Joan no matter how you want to view this date. Yes, you can say I’m silly, it’s a one sided affair and so on and so forth.
It doesn’t matter to me.
A date, is a date, is a date.
I had a shower, got changed and took the train down to town at 11.30am. I was early and I got to city hall at 12.10pm
It’s my first official date after all and I have no intention of being late.
I was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. I took a short stroll around the underground mall before heading back to the station at 12.25pm.
When I saw Joan exit the gantry, I burst out laughing from where I stood.
It was one of the few times in my life I was left speechless and I just want to smile and giggle.
It seemed she has already started on her self-destructive behaviour.
She was wearing a simple pair of shorts, nothing too short, just mid-thigh pants that’s grey in colour. She had on a crumpled white t-shirt with absolutely no prints on it. Her hair looked like she just work up from a nap and they were tied up with a red rubberband.
Those red rubber band you get when you take away chicken rice.
She had no expressions on her face and she had no bags. Her only possession was her phone and a wallet she carried.
I can hear the muted slapping of her slippers as I watch her come towards me.
Joan : How ? Ugly right… unglam right…no wonder I got dumped. … i deserve it..
She started a slew of self-depreciating comments and I just kept quiet, allowing her to go on.
Joan : You can go back you know… if you find it embarrassing to walk beside me.
Truth is, I still find Joan beautiful despite seeing her in her market clothes.
There was no makeup, no fancy clothes, no need for branded bags. Her skin is naturally radiant , it’s evident that she took care of them.
Her hair may look a little puffy and messy but there is no hiding the fragrance of shampoo and the silkiness of its texture.
Her T-shirt may be crumpled, but they fit nicely on her body frame. Her pants may look like something you wear to the wet market but her bottom filled it up properly.
The cheap market slippers she was wearing that day only served to show me how nicely manicured her nails were.
Secretly I laughed at my observations.
Perhaps it’s true they say beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder.
I chose my words carefully before speaking.
James : Eh… you going wet market ah…
She gave me a look that made me reconsidered making any other snide remark.
She just gave a sigh, linked arms with me and we started walking.
Joan : yah.. I feel like an auntie…
Almost immediately when our hands touched, Joan started going on again.
Joan : I’m just using you James…. I know you are angry…. you feel the world is unfair… I’m a jerk… but too bad…. This is the way things are going…..
Before she could go on further, I quickly asked about our lunch plans.
James : What do you feel like eating ?
She shrugged her shoulders.
In the end, Joan could not make up her mind, in the end, we bought snacks, drinks and we ate as we shopping along the underground mall.
She was chirpy and talkative for a moment, then she sank back down to an awkward silence, then for no apparent reason, she would make some silly jokes.
Then came a barrage of attempts to make me say ‘no’ to her.
I make sure I considered my reply carefully and I constructed my sentences cautiously, leaving her in no doubt that I’m not falling for her tricks.
Joan tried to appear cheerful again after failing to trip me.
I feel bad for her, it’s got to be pretty sucky to pretend that you are alright when you are not.
It’s such a long relationship, it’s not possible to have a clean break.
We passed by one boutique and Joan just pass me the yogurt drink she was drinking and went in to take a look.
I saw her checking out this khaki coloured pants before talking to the sales staff.
It’s a stylish 3/4 cropped pants with no prints.
After a 3 minute chat, she went to the cashier, paid for the pants and went straight into the dressing room.
I took a quick look around and I could not resist but take a sip of Joan’s drink.
I felt the soft cold slush of her drink slide down my throat and I tried to imagine tasting her saliva.
She came out shortly after and asked for the tags to the pants to be cut off.
Joan was facing me as she turned around to allow the staff to cut off the tag and I gave her a thumbs up, signalling that she looked good.
She gave a smile and went back to the changing room to retrieve her old pants.
She placed them in the paperbag and we resumed shopping.
Joan : Better ?
I took another look and replied.
James : Hmmm… upgraded from wet market to Sheng Siong.
She laughed and ignored me.
I assumed she would want me to carry her bags for her but I was pleasantly surprised.
I offered to do it and was rebuked by Joan .
Joan : You’re my date James….not my slave… I can carry my own bag.
With that, she linked arms with me again and we continued our shopping trip.
To be honest, I was rather keen in getting my hands on the pants she changed out off.
After a short walk, Joan ducked into another boutique, this time coming out with this white off shoulder top. She let the soft fabric dropped naturally down her left shoulders, exposing her bra strap.
When she linked arms with me again, she shot me another look, as if she’s waiting for my remark and I did not disappoint her.
James : Ok… upgraded to NTUC.
She smiled and dragged me 20 steps forward to a shoe shop.
10 minutes later, Joan was taller than me.
A simple pair of casual heels propped her up slightly and she gave me this slanty eye look deliberately over her bare left shoulders when she’s a couple steps in front of me and I knew I had to reply her.
James : NTUC finest…
I saw her shoulders slouched and shivered and she laughed.
She slowed down and waited for me to catch up to her before we linked arms again.
Before we knew it , we were already done with the entire underground mall, coming out onto marina square. Joan passed by this accessories shop and she picked out the elegant hair clip adorned with a silver butterfly.
With a few deftly moves, she tidied up her hair and brushed back a couple of stray fringes.
James : Joan…
Joan : Yah ? ….
James : Ntuc finest is the most expensive market I’ve ever shopped at…. I don’t know any others liao. ….
She laughed out loud and for the first time that day, I believed she forgot about the unpleasant breakup with Thomas.
1.45pm
Joan excused herself to the washroom and while waiting for her outside, I saw this beautiful shawl in one of the boutique.
I parted with $50 for a piece of cloth albeit with a nice batik floral prints. I’m guessing it’s something Joan would like.
I slipped it into one of her bags I was holding for her while she’s in the ladies.
We continued our window shopping, chatting, going into awkward silence, chatting again, going quiet again.
We stopped for coffee at Suntec at around 2.30pm and I could tell Joan was starting to slip back into her depressed mode.
James : Hey… Joan….
I snapped my fingers to get her attention.
Joan kicked me with the pointed part of her heels and asked what I wanted.
Truth is I already ran out of conversation topics. That was our first so call date afterall, there’s only so much I can say and ask without being too intrusive.
Add on to the fact that I was so careful with choosing my words, Joan kind of given up trying to trick me into saying ‘no’
I knew I had to get her mind away from thinking about Thomas and a naughty idea came into my mind when I saw the lingerie shop nearby.
James : Hey…. You changed most of your clothes…. What about the lingerie…
I gave her a really cheeky smile and she made an action of splashing the coffee at me.
Joan took a look at the lingerie shop a distance away before going back to sipping her coffee.
She must have thought of something stupid too because I could tell she suddenly got excited and drained her drink.
Joan : Drink up.. quick…
I too drained my drink and got up after Joan.
When I saw her heading towards the lingerie shop, I wanted to rub my hands in glee.
The only thought I have in my head is,
“Hoe Seh Liao “
As we entered, the sales staff greeted us with a smile and left us alone. I was excited of course, I cannot remember the last time I entered a lingerie shop. Probably many years back with my ex.
The array of bras, the lacy undies, the sexy pyjamas, the dim lights. The mood is just right.
And i’m linking arms with Joan shopping for lingerie, what more do you want from life ?
Joan browsed around and I saw her select a few undies. I don’t know why, but I instantly had an erection when she asked me if the prints were nice.
The sales staff brought over a small basket and I held on to it for Joan.
After selecting a few undies, Joan picked out some bras too.
I could see my dick straining to be let loose as I watch her fingers flip and feel the texture of the bra cups and lace trimmings.
I almost wanted to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming.
When we head over to the cashier, Joan said she could not make up her mind on 2 design for the undies and she asked which one I preferred.
I picked the boyshort with the cheesy leopard prints and black lace.
James : This looks interesting.
Joan took a closer look and asked if I’m sure.
Joan : Sure ?
I could see the counter staff breaking into a smile. She must be envy of us, a sweet couple discussing about lingerie.
I nodded eagerly.
You must have guessed by now that I’m already thinking of what to say at the back of my mind.
Is Joan going to wear it for me ?
Is she going to change into it after paying for them ?
There are tons of hotels nearby, maybe it’s my lucky day.
As I watch Joan gathered up the items for payment, I was a little cautious, I felt like she would definitely make me pay for her lingerie purchases.
This was always the case in movies isn’t it ?
Girl shops, guy pay, and so on and so forth.
I was wrong.
Joan paid for her purchases without batting an eyelid.
She already had her card out.
I moved away from the counter to check out some sleep wear when I noticed Joan and the sales staff looking at me.
Then the staff giggled and nodded her head before disappearing into the back.
My spider senses were tingling. I could feel the hair at the back of my neck standing.
Something was wrong.
The staff appeared barely 2 minutes later and added something to the pile of items Joan picked.
Joan turned towards me and gave me a smile.
After her purchases were packed, Joan came out and I kind of playfully nudge her to a corner.
I asked her in a hushed voice.
James : Do you really like the leopard print undies I chose ?
Joan answered me in a nonchalant manner.
Joan : Yes. ..
James : So…… You going to wear it ?
She replied naturally
Joan : Yes.
I could feel my heart thumping and I asked my final question.
James : You changing into them now ?
Joan smiled and replied.
Joan : Yes…
Words cannot describe my feelings at that point in time.
I watch Joan disappear into the ladies and reappear 5 minutes later.
She pulled me over to a corner and lowered her voice.
In a hush voice, she asked.
Joan : James ….. Do you really like the leopard print undies you chose ?
I smiled and replied
James : Yes..
Joan smiled…. Eventually it turned into a grin…. Before she laughed out loud in the mall.
There was no need to Joan to continue any further.
The smile disappeared from my face.
Joan composed herself and retrieved a smaller bag from the main one that held her purchases and pressed it against my chest.
Joan : So…. You going to wear it ?
My lips trembled and I hesitated. Joan cracked up again.
James : I…..er… .
I bit down my teeth and answered.
James : Yes..
It was not big deal.. it’s just an underwear with lace.
I am James, I’m a pervert. What’s wrong with wearing woman’s undies.
Joan laughed and continued.
Joan : You changing into them now ?
I replied more confidently this time round, not willing to lose the bet.
James : Yes !
She laughed and pointed to the bathroom and I stormed off.
I only took 2 steps when Joan asked if I needed help
Joan : You need help ?
That was it.
In my moment of folly I replied.
James : No !
I paused and I turned around, my eyes wide open in disbelief at my stupidity
When our eyes met, Joan smiled a toothy grin.
At that point in time ,one thing I knew for sure….. Her breakup with Thomas is probably the last thing on her mind.
I entered the cubicle and shut the door behind me, cursing at my moment of carelessness.
Personally, I don’t like losing too although I knew I would have given in to Joan eventually if I felt like it.
Note the difference though, me giving in is different from me losing.
I pulled the ribbon and peered into the bag, laying my eyes on the same panty that I had picked out for Joan. Same design that she was wearing at that moment.
I don’t know why but I felt a tingling sensation as my hand touched the soft and cool fabric. I instantly felt an erection stirring, the blood rushing to my manhood.
I removed my shoes and pulled down my jeans followed by my boxers.
The thought of this sick act brought back memories that went as far back as my school days.
The longing look at my pretty classmate’s overnight back during camp, the wet laundry bag after our visit to the pool, the small gym bag she kept her damp PE t-shirt in.
I place 1 leg into the panty Joan got for me and I realised that my dick was rock hard. I struggled to breathe properly as I put my 2nd foot in.
I could feel every hair on my leg, every inch of my skin reacting to the coolness and the softness of the leopard print boyshorts as I slid it up my legs.
Does Joan feel this too everytime she pulls her undies up her legs ?
As I pulled it higher, my dick got harder and harder to the point it hurts.
I had a hard time calming myself down and tucking my confused dick into the panty.
One moment I was rock hard, the other moment I went flaccid.
It took a while for me to calm down before I was able to pull my jeans up and I kept my boxers in the bag after folding it.
When I exited the bathroom, I could see Joan eagerly coming towards me. There was a look of curiosity and she started peppering me with questions.
Joan : How… how ? Did you do it ? hahaha. ? Nice or not ? do you feel sexy and wild ? ahahha
She answered her own questions with her own laughter and I just struggled to walk properly.
She kept her teasing coming, as if she was out to make me feel humiliated.
Joan : Nice right…. So soft… I kinda like it.
Joan : So how ? ….. got erection ah ? hhaa.
Joan : Oei.. you ok or not.. It’s the biggest size they have, should fit quite ok. You’re so slim.
I gave her a pained look and replied.
James : My dear Joan, I have extensions that do not fit in properly with the design.
Joan laughed and slap her thigh, clicking her heels on the tiled floor of the shopping mall. She quickly linked her arms with me again before starting to whisper and pepper me with more questions.
Joan : Eh James…. James… honestly… you like ah ? hahaha
I did not know what to reply her so I kept quiet.
Joan : Nice right ? the fabric so smooth…. Men’s underwear and boxers not as nice. Haha.
I shot her a questioning look.
James : How you know my boxers not as nice ?
She smiled and told me she use to do quite a bit of Thomas’s laundry and that he was also fascinated with her lingerie.
Joan : Aiyah… all guys like our undies, just that they don’t want to admit. Haha..
She grew silent after her last statement.
The mere mention of Thomas struck a raw nerve and I could feel Joan withdrawing a little again.
I manage to calm myself down more and as long as I don’t get an erection, it feels like a normal underwear to me. It’s a little tight up front and the lace is uncomfortable but other than that I would say it’s bearable.
It’s Joan’s gift to me after all.
We decided to grab an early dinner but Joan did not want to eat in town. She wanted some hawker fare and we took a cab back to Kovan.
We hardly talked in the cab, there was a bit of teasing when we were in the cab queue by Joan but the novelty soon wore out.
Joan said she wanted to take a walk along the stalls at the hawker center before making up her decision so I stayed behind with the bags.
While looking around aimlessly, I happen to look into the large paperbag that held the various smaller bags. It then struck me that the smaller bag that held both the leopard prints undies were the same.
I felt my heart skipped a beat as I looked at the small paper bag I had put inside the bigger one. Joan offered to carry it together with hers after I came out from the bathroom.
The only different was that my ribbon was undone.
I took a quick glance around and I tied up the ribbon.
I wanted to be sure, so I pulled the free end of the ribbon for the other bag and peeked inside.
I felt blood rushing to my manhood the moment I laid my eyes on a pair of plain grey panty. It must have been the one Joan was wearing when she met up with me earlier that day.
I quickly retied the ribbon and I made a small mark using my nail on the bag.
My heart was racing when Joan popped into view right after my hands left the paper bag.
5.45pm
Joan came back with a lift of things she wanted to try and thanked me with a gleeful smile.
6.10pm
We attracted some stares with the variety of food we filled our table with, there was no way we can finish them. From fishball noodles to rojak to chicken rice and a chicken cutlet.
7.15pm
I took a train together with Joan back to her place in Sengkang. While waiting for the feeder bus, Joan told me she missed her old place in Farrer park.
Joan : It’s so near town and Holland Village. There’s nothing here in Sengkang.
I asked her why did her parents move and she gave me a brief smile.
Joan : Farrer court en bloc last time.
James : Oooooohhhhh….. rich girl seh. Haha
She slapped me on my arm right when the feeder bus arrived.
Joan stayed near rivervale plaza in Sengkang, in one of the executive flats. Her parents decided to just take things easy and retire after selling their old place.
I walked her to the bottom of her flat and I was surprised that Joan said she did not feel like going up too early.
Joan : I’m just going to face the 4 walls of my bedroom anyway.
She changed out of her heels into her slippers, which by then had given her a blister on each foot.
We just chatted at one of the benches on the estate.
8.30pm
She told me she was slowly feeling the impact of the breakup and it’s about to hit her head on.
Her parents were concerned, her close friends were asking her, and it doesn’t help that Thomas and her were sharing a common group of friends too.
After our conversation drifted off a while later, Joan suddenly said that she felt like drinking.
I bought a 6 pack from a convenient stall and we settled down at the bench.
By the time we’re through with them at 10pm, Joan was evidently tipsy.
James : I think that’s enough. You’re drunk.
She rebuked me immediately, adding that she’s good for another round if I’m up to it.
James : Enough liao la, if you’re drunk i’ll rape you I tell you…
She laughed and put her arms around my neck, pulling me close.
Joan : Says the man who’s wearing a lacy panty ah ? haha…ha..
My eyes widened and I immediately checked my surroundings to make sure no one heard that.
Suddenly she perked up and she lifted up my shirt.
James : Oei… siao ah…
Joan : Show me lah.. haha.
I pushed her hands away and said I’ll show her if she show me hers too. She gave a rather audible ‘Tsk’ and ignore me.
I decided it was time to make a move and I tried to help Joan up on her feet. She pushed me away, declaring herself sober, she even changed back into her heels to show that she could balance herself well.
I took the chance to pick up the bags.
I walked with her to the lift lobby again and she reminded me that I owed her 5 slaps.
I told her she can claim them anytime but she laughed and said she’s going to save it for now.
I could feel my heart rate racing as the moment drew near.
I reached in for the bag which contained Joan’s worn panty and took it out as if it was mine.
If she had discovered what I had done, it would be hard to talk myself out of the situation.
I do not recommend you try this unless you had your reasons ready.
I knew she was already tipsy, chances are she would not pay much attention to the bags. She’s going to go back, probably dump everything on the floor and only sort them out the next day anyway, which meant if I could get away with it, I could have my prize for a day at least.
I passed Joan the rest of her shopping and held my breath.
She entered the lift and waved a half hearted goodbye.
I waited for the lift to close before I went over to the staircase and got ready.
When the lift stopped at the 4th floor, I quickly dashed up the stairs, taking 2-3 steps at a time.
I slowed my pace when I was about to reach, fighting to keep my breathing steady.
It’s a good opportunity to find out where Joan lives and I’m not going to waste it.
I peered out from the small glass panel from the staircase door and I caught a glimpse of Joan struggling to open the gate with her keys.
She dropped her keys twice before she unlocked the gate.
With all the commotion she was making, I was surprised her parents did not come out to help her.
I could feel my sweat dripping down my back as I observed Joan from the stuffy staircase landing. She finally got the main door open and she half pushed and kicked it open.
I saw her stepped into the unit and I pushed open the staircase door slightly just in time to hear the closing of the metal gate.
Seconds later, the heavy timber door closed with a thump.
I tiptoed over to the unit and made a mental note of the unit number and the surroundings.
I saw a old timber cupboard outside the door and I was elated. Chances are it was a shoe cabinet.
Perhaps I could find some of her nice slutty heels she wore to work occasionally.
I could not hide my excitement and was about to open the cupboard door when suddenly I hear the snap of a bolt.
I panicked and I squatted down immediately and ducked walk a few steps away.
I immediately saw the spill of light into the corridor as Joan’s door swung open.
I visually calculated the distance from where I was to the stair landing and curse under my breath that I would not be able to make it.
There were no blind spots at all.
I was out in the open.
I was already fumbling to think of a reason should Joan come out of her unit when another loud smack on the concrete floor of the corridor made me jump and almost pee in my pants.
I turned and realised that Joan had threw her slippers out through the gate.
I had pack them into the shoe box that was meant for the heels only moments ago.
Thankfully, the door closed and I quickly made my way to the staircase landing and scrambled down the stairs.
As I approached the main road to hail a cab, something struck my mind.
I had put her slippers into the shoe box, packed it into the shoe bag. Placed everything into the main big bag she was carrying.
As an empty cab pulled up to me, I realised that her taking out her slippers could only mean one thing.
She’s actually unpacking her shopping stuff.
Everything I had anticipated and predicted was wrong.
I fumbled with the paperbag in my hand as I told the cab driver my address.
I felt the cab accelerate, forcing me back onto the seat right at the moment my phone rang.
It was Joan .
I bit my lip and answered the call.
Joan : James…. Where are you ?
James : On a cab why ?
There was a moment of silence before she spoke.
Joan : Thanks for the shawl.
I felt my heart dropped and I managed to reply her.
James : Happy belated birthday ….
Joan : Good night…
I hung up and exhaled, fingering the precious small paper bag in my hand.
I know by now many of you will probably laugh and say I’m a sick pervert but I don’t care. We all have a different side, perhaps you can say a darker side we do not want to admit.
The way you let your eyes linger a little longer on your hot colleague, the manner in which you glance at your sister in law, the contact you crave when doing physical sports with some hot friends. Would you really pass up on similar opportunities?
I was still feeling the excitement as shut my bedroom door behind me and place my prize in the cupboard.
I went to take a shower and gently wash the lacy panty I was wearing the whole day.
I needed to dry it without anyone else knowing, the last thing I needed was my parents or my siblings chancing upon it.
I still owe them an explanation for the dildo and some ropes they found when I was still attached with my ex gf.
I shut off the lights and got into bed with the bag in hand.
Slowly I undid the ribbon and took out Joan’s worn panty.
I wasted no time and I had this silly fear that her fragrance and her feminine smell would escape and fade into the room if I left it out in the open for too long.
Pressing it to my nose, I took a deep breath, instantly feeling my erection poking and pushing against my boxers.
I imagined myself pressing my nose against Joan’s privates, relishing her love hole’s unique aroma.
I imagined Joan stroking my hair, pressing my head down harder on her privates.
I imagined Joan gasping and moaning as I feasted on her erroneous region.
All the while I gently stroked myself, taking in deep whiffs and the scent of Joan’s underwear.
Sick, desperate and silly, that was what I would call my action but at that moment I really couldn’t care less.
I was about to cum at the height of my own arousal and I had already gotten to the point that I had the part of the cotton panty where Joan’s privates were most likely to be directly on my nose when my phone rang.
It was nearing midnight and I was not happy that I was disturbed.
I tried to reach for my phone but the ringing stopped after 3-4 rings before I could answer.
It was Joan.
I considered calling her back but I was tempted to finish what I had started.
I only just got myself settled back down when I heard a message come through.
And another…
And another.
The series of beeps affected my mood and I got a little frustrated even though I knew chances are it was Joan .
I decided to stop and I unlocked my phone for the messages.
As if the barrage of messages were not enough to dampen my mood, the following messages that followed killed my erection.
Joan sms : James…. Thank you for spending the day with me…. I really appreciate it….
Joan sms : I just want to say i’m really happy for all the things you’ve done for me so far no matter how small and silly they may be……
Joan sms : I’m going through a rough patch…… and I’m glad you are there for me….
Joan sms : I just want to be upfront….. I don’t want to lead you on….. it’s just … not a good time….
Joan sms : Hope you understand.
Well, some things are really obvious and you do not need to explicitly spell it out.
Yes I already know you just needed company.
I knew you just broke up.
I knew.
I knew I was just taking my chance.
I knew there was hardly any possibilities you would jump right back into a relationship given that you just ended one.
I knew.
I really know.
It’s really just common sense.
I did not go on a date with you expecting you to fall head over heels with me just because I wore a panty you bought.
Still, I lost the mood to cum and I just kept Joan’s grey panty back into the bag and went to sleep.
6th January 2013
Sunday.
I did not reply any of Joan’s messages simply because I did not know what to say.
She did not call, neither did she drop me any more messages that weekend.
7th January 2013.
Monday
8am
I got into work early as I needed to be at a client’s office at 9.30am. I printed what I needed and took my documents and left.
1.30pm
It was already way past lunch by the time I got back into office. I was starving but I wanted to unload the huge bag of samples before I go grab a bite.
I turned and looked at Joan’s work station, her PC was not on, and her desk was clean and neat. It did not seem like she was in office that day.
Before I could do anything else, Mr Chan happened to step into office and he gestured me over to his office.
I took a seat opposite him and he filled me in.
It turns out that he had just finish having lunch with Joan and that she had a personal request. She wanted a month off to sort out some personal matters.
He had already approved her no pay leave after learning her situation.
Mr Chan : I hope you do not mind covering for Joan for this period.
I told Mr Chan not to worry, I’ll do what I can.
He passed me a gift box, saying that it was from Joan.
Mr Chan : She knew you would be covering for her, so she bought you a gift in advance to thank you for the trouble.
After another 30 minutes of work related chat, I excused myself to grab some lunch.
I opened the box after coming back and saw a post it note.
I recognised Joan’s handwriting straight away.
Inside the box was the same paper bag that held my boxers.
The message went;
“You took the wrong one idoit!!. Washed and dried yours, I expect the same to be done for mine !!! “
PS : Don’t wear it, it doesn’t fit
Joan
I smiled and kept the gift box in my drawer.
I received a message from Joan at 3pm.
Joan sms : James…. Did not hear from you since sat, are we ok ?
I replied after i finished my lunch.
James sms : Of course we are. Have a good rest. Will cover in the meantime.
Joan sms : You’re the best !
The highlight of that day happened when we’re about to knock off work .
At 5.30pm that day, everyone in the office had a surprise.
I recognised him from pictures Joan had showed me before.
Thomas came to the office.
He was gesturing and talking to the receptionist before he just barged into the office.
He just walked through the office and I could see the receptionist Siti quickly going to Mr Chan’s office.
Thomas wandered around before finally coming over to my cubicle, the moment he saw Joan’s name at the cubicle beside mine, he asked in a voice that was too loud for me to respond to him properly.
Thomas : Where is Joan ? I need to talk to her.
I shot him a look and replied.
James : I don’t know, this is an office. People work here, take your problems outside.
He walked right up to me in an aggressively manner and I stood up immediately, rising to my full height, staring back at him.
His face came close, his eyes widened as if he wanted to pick a fight.
Thomas : What’s your problem.. ? You got something to say, ? huh ? You got something to say ? We step outside la… lai ….
By then several of the male staff had stood up and gathered around us.
Mr Chan came too.
I was about to reply Thomas when suddenly I just felt myself stagger back a step or so. It happened so fast I did not realise it had actually happened.
Thomas had shoved me, pushing me on my chest, raising his voice at the same time.
Thomas : Don’t think I don’t know. Joan told you right…Joan told you right or not….. I know Joan told you…
That was all I could make out before I felt the numbing sensation on my left cheek and it took me half a second to register the pain of the slap.
I reacted and the next thing I knew, Mr Chan and another colleague was trying to pry a letter opener out of my hand while several other male colleagues were hold Thomas down.
The next thing that happened shocked me even more.
Mr Chan let go of me, grabbed Thomas by his collar and slapped him across his left cheek with a loud smack.
Everyone was shocked.
Nobody moved as Mr Chan just shoved Thomas against the wall and let him go.
I could see the look of surprised on Thomas face as he looked at the 60 year old man that just hit him.
Mr Chan broke the silence 3 seconds later.
Mr Chan : Get the fuck out of my office.
He pointed his finger at Thomas and added.
Mr Chan : Joan told me…..she told me everything….get out before I call the police.
Thomas shot both Mr Chan and I a look before pushing himself away from the crowd and got out of the office.
The atmosphere was a little heated, colleagues asked if I was ok and I nodded my head.
Suddenly the office joker / gay , Junwei spoke and lightened up the atmosphere.
Junwei : Mr Chan ho man wor…. ~~~ haha
There were some scattered laughter and Mr Chan laughed, asking everyone to head back to work.
He asked if I was ok and I give him the thumbs up.
He did not tell me what Joan told him, and I did not ask.
The rest of the week came and went.
Taking on another person’s job is no mean feat, the paper work alone meant several extra hours at work.
For the first time that week, Mr Chan did not chase me away at 8pm.
Joan did not contact me at all that week and seriously, I was so busy with work, I hardly thought about her.
11th Jan 2013
Friday
8pm
Mr Chan told me to take care of my health and to let him know if I needed anything before heading off.
10.20pm
The office was quiet, and I had finally finished both Joan and my stuff for the week.
I was exhausted and I needed a massage.
I drafted a mail to Joan, purely professional mail to keep her up to date on what she’s missing out.
A 2nd mail followed to ask her how was she coping.
James email ;
Dear Joan,
How are you coping? Hope everything is fine on your end.
Our cubicle feels empty without you around.
Come back soon.
PS : I’ll wear anything you want…as long as you’re back.
I did not see the need to update her on what happened in the office. She’s had enough on her mind.
11.20pm
I only just stepped into my room when I received an email reply from Joan .
She has left the country and is in Malaysia. She’s spending sometime with a relative in a quiet fishing village in Kukup, somewhere up north of Johor.
She’s feeling a lot better and just need some time alone.
Her message ended with ;
PS : it’s nice and quiet up here. Love the sound of the waves at night. Wish I could slap you….
I laughed and closed the email application.
If only she knew her slap quota just got deducted by 1 that week.
12th Jan 2013
Saturday
11am
I woke up at 11am and I could feel my stomach growling.
I saw 7 miss calls from Joan but I was too hungry to do anything other than find some food.
I had a nice breakfast at a coffee shop, read the papers and hit the gym.
I tried returning Joan’s call but it did not get through.
I took a afternoon nap and when I got up at 4.30 pm , I saw 3 more miss calls from Joan and a message asking if I’m free to meet up at the void deck near her place.
I agreed.
6.30pm
I could see Joan from a distance away. Her back was facing me and she had on long grey track pants and a long sleeve white hoodie.
The hood was down and Joan was just tapping away on the phone.
I approached and tapped Joan on the shoulder.
I flashed my brightest smile and said
James : Got miss me or not… ?
When Joan turned around, my smile left my face.
There was a bandage on her left cheekbone the size of a credit card that covered all the way to the corner of her left eye.
There were some scratches on her forehead that were already healing.
The bruise on the side of her lip was still a little purplish.
Joan tried to smile but I could see it hurt.
I took her hand and tried to lift up her long sleeve but she pushed my hands away.
Joan : James… don’t… I’m sorry…..
Joan : I didn’t know what happened until Amy called me this morning…. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding…
I could see her eyes starting to tear and I tried to calm her down.
I did not ask Joan what happened but I could pretty much guessed.
When the time is ripe, perhaps she would share it with me.
I spent 5 minutes trying to calm her down. I told her she needed to rest but she said she felt so bad that she just had to see me in person to apologise.
I told her it’s ok, all is forgiven and that she better go back up to rest.
Joan : Ok… I’m really sorry James….sorry for getting you involved.
I wanted to send her to the lift but she said she needed to grab dinner for herself at the coffee shop a few bus stops away.
I told her I’m going with her and she nodded her head.
Her parents were still in Kukup, she insisted on returning to Singapore to apologise to me against the wishes of her parents.
We hardly spoke during the bus ride and I could see a few uncomfortable glances from the public when we took the bus and queued for the food.
Joan did not feel comfortable eating in public in her state, we packed food for both of us and headed back to Joan’s place.
She did not officially invite me up, nor did she ask me not to tag along.
I just went along naturally right up to her place.
It felt so weird.
Only days ago, I was just here, sneaking around. Yet here I was, standing beside Joan as she unlocked her door for me.
I stepped into Joan’s place and she said she needed the bathroom. I place the food on the dining table and watch Joan head towards the toilet.
Right before she closed the door, Joan turned around and asked.
Joan : James….. are you mad ? …. At me… ? and everything ?
I smiled and shook my head.
Joan smiled too and entered the bathroom.
The moment I heard the click of the lock, I dashed towards the bedrooms.
I opened door after door, trying to determine which was Joan’s room.
I got it on the 2nd try and I went into a room with walls full of pictures. There were pictures of Joan and Thomas during happier times.
Yes, there were laundry in the basket.
Yes, there were lingerie on the bed.
Yes, there were worn clothes all around, enough for a sick pervert like to me indulge in the whole day.
But I was not interested in those that day.
I searched though Joan’s desk, lifting documents, envelopes, letters.
It did not take long for me to find what I wanted.
I only manage to find Thomas’s namecard stuck to a magnetic board together with an array of other stuff. I took it and stuffed it into my back pocket.
I quickly got back out to the living room and settled down a the dining table.
Joan came out shortly after and sat down beside me.
She helped me open up my food and place the utensils properly for me.
Joan : James…. You sure you’re ok ? Won’t get mad ?
I nodded with a smile and ask Joan to tuck into her food.
Of course James won’t get mad.
Nothing comes out of getting mad.
James don’t get mad…
James get even. ..
8.30pm
After dinner, I considered heading back when Joan asked if I would like some tea.
I tried to lighten up the atmosphere but giving her a delirious look, my eyes widened, and I licked my lips at the same time.
James : Slurp…. You know in the movies what happens when the girl ask the guy to stay for tea ?
I rubbed my hands in glee.
Joan just smiled and told me to carry on dreaming.
We settled down on the sofa and I asked Joan why she not report this to the authorities.
James : It’s a criminal offence.
As Joan took me through the situation, I kind of pitied her circumstances.
It’s true Thomas was wrong and Joan had every right to go to the police. The thing is Thomas had in a way been part of the family for the past decade.
Ten years is a long time.
Even Joan’s parents had grown to accept him as part of the family.
It’s not an easy call to simply call the cops on someone like this.
Ten years is only 8 alphabets when you read it on screen.
Ten years is from the day you step into primary one, till the day you graduated with your ‘O’ levels.
Joan went on to say that it’s a sticky situation, imagine every Chinese new year, all the family gatherings, Thomas was there.
Things took such a sudden and drastic change that even her parents were a little lost.
That was part of the reason why they chose to get away from the country for a while to sort out their thoughts.
Joan cried once, got mad twice and burst into uncontrolled laughter 3 times durng the course of an hour.
When she ran out of words, she just stared at me with her round eyes.
James : Ok… ok… let’s change the topic shall we… this is the last thing you need on your mind right now.
Joan wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and got up to clear the tea cups.
I helped her do the dishes while she just stood by the side and watched.
Joan had just plonked herself back onto the sofa when her phone rang. She rejected the call, it was not hard to guess who it was.
It rang a couple of times but each time Joan swiped the reject button.
I was about to speak when the tone for messages came through. I watched Joan’s finger flicked through them when suddenly her eyes widened.
It was not a look of surprise but of fear.
She got up quickly and grabbed me by the shirt.
Joan : Thomas’s is just at the carpark….. shit… shit..
For a moment I thought Joan wanted to throw me out , or to quickly get me away to prevent any further misunderstanding but I was wrong.
She pleaded with me to close shut all the windows whilst she removed both our slippers from the entrance.
I quickly followed suit.
Joan shut and bolted the door and dashed to switched off the lights for the living room and kitchen, plunging the whole place into darkness.
I dashed into her room and switched off the lights too before coming out.
I was heading towards Joan when I heard the loud chime of the lift door opening outside the unit.
Joan ducked downwards and when I approached her, she pulled me by my pants, pulling me down to her level.
Right at that moment, I saw the large shadowy figure of Thomas on the window.
There was a low bass like boom as he cupped his hands and plastered his face onto the window, trying to make out the interior.
I could not understand why was Joan hiding but I could tell she was afraid so I just kept quiet and played along.
We were plastered against the wall too, the low parapet wall of the corridor that separated us from Thomas, peering up slightly, I saw the shadow retreated before it reappears a distance away on another panel.
And again it went, another low boom as Thomas tried to look into the unit.
I could see Joan breathing pretty fast as she just looked at me, helpless and afraid.
I put my arms around her and mouthed that everything would be ok.
Just then I head the unmistakable shifting of a cabinet, the dragging some of timber on concrete floor.
The sandy drag went on for a second or 2 before and loud smack against the low wall we were huddling against.
Wham !. That smack of Joan’s shoe cabinet made her jumped and she dug her fingers into my arms.
I looked up and realised that the top louvred windows were wide open.
Yes, the typical HDB windows had 2 parts. The sliding ones were closed, but the top hung portion was wide opened on the extreme end.
Thomas would be able to make us out from that angle if we remained still.
I grabbed Joan and I forced her to move.
She shook her head, petrified and scared.
I half dragged her off the ground right when I felt the entire length of window vibrate as I was the shadowy figure got taller and both palms hit against the window panels for support.
The boom was louder and the vibrations amplified Joan’s helplessness in that dark living room.
I grabbed Joan and we dove down behind the sofa onto a carpet. I forced her to lay flat and I put a finger to her mouth.
Jokes aside.
That point in time, I felt like I’m Tom cruise or some action super star.
The position I was in is not a good one.
I failed my commanders who taught me In the army.
In cover and concealment, I need to be able to see my enemy.
At that moment, I was certain Thomas could not see us, but I could not see him either.
I was just lying beside Joan on her right when I heard this pretty loud tapping sound.
It sounded awfully familiar.
Click. Tap tap tap.
Click.
It suddenly struck me what it was because I was using the same phone.
The 1st click was when you slide and unlock the screen.
The 4 taps with the audible tones the password you keyed in.
The last click for redial.
Till this day I could not figure out how my brain processed this information and translated to the following series of actions.
It just happened naturally.
Joan was gripping onto her phone with her right hand, I immediately gripped onto that hand together with the phone, I placed it on her tummy and immediately flipped my body over her.
The moment I was over Joan, the phone started vibrating.
Joan did not expect me to go over her and she got a shock, so she naturally used her right hand to cover her privates and her left to cover her breast and stared at me wide eyed.
It took her only a second to realise what I was trying to do and of all things to do, she let go of the vibrating phone and hugged onto me, pressing me down on the phone.
My eyes widened too and Joan’s mouth gaped opened but she hugged me tighter. The vibration was strong, there was no room for self control.
My erection raged forward, no doubt Joan could feel my dick slowly pushing the vibrating phone out of place.
She hugged me tighter, using both our pelvis to sandwich that cursed vibrating piece of device. We would hear the vibration, we only hoped out body could filter out the sound.
It lasted about 40 seconds.
When it stopped, we panted and suddenly we heard the clicking sound and Joan hugged onto me again, the movement squishing my poor penis onto the radiation emitting device and in turn onto her privates.
It stopped again after another 30 seconds or so.
Then it was all quiet.
I heard the loud slam of an adult landing on the concrete floor before the dragging of the cabinet sounded out again.
It hit against the wall with a slam.
Then it was all quiet before the lift chimed.
Joan’s hands left my back and she gently nudged me off her.
I got off and rolled onto my back,.
Both of us laid in the dark, quiet for a good 10 seconds or so before we burst out laughing.
After a short bout of laughing, we both grew quiet, just lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling.
Neither of us spoke.
Joan broke the silence by saying that it’s silly to be lying on the floor.
We lingered for a couple of minutes more before we decided to get up.
Joan : Let’s get up..
I got on my feet and I helped Joan up on hers. She brushed off her clothes gently before helping me do a bit of simple brushing with her hands.
James : No need, it’s ok..
Joan : Carpet dirty la… so dusty..
After she’s done, she went to get a drink of water while I just leaned against the sofa, looking at her in the dark kitchen.
I could not tell if she was staring at me but she emerged a moment later and her head just nodded towards the direction of her bedroom.
There was nothing cheeky or suggestive about the action in my opinion, she just wanted to get out of the living room.
Just then the loud audible sound of the lift chiming in the corridor rang out again.
Both of us froze in place as we saw the hulking shadow of Thomas outside the corridor again.
Then there was the unmistakable ringing of the keys echoing into the living room.
Both of us got back down onto the ground and I harshly whispered to Joan .
James: He has the keys ?!!
Joan whispered back sharply saying that her parents had already changed the lock.
We paused and listened intently at what Thomas was doing.
I could heard the key being inserted into the cylinder set of the main timber door.
Both Joan and I shared a look and she quickly whispered.
Joan : We only changed the padlock !.
I pushed her towards the direction of her bedroom corridor while I dived towards the main door.
No, I’m not trying to push it shut, I was going for the 2 pair of slippers and the bag of dinner trash that were right beside the door.
I had placed the trash there with the intention of bringing it out when I leave, Joan conveniently just threw our slippers there when she brought it in earlier.
It’s not easy to turn the cylinder of the timber door without unlocking the gate but it’s not impossible.
I heard the sickening click right when I grabbed the slippers and almost immediately the knob turned and I heard the creak of the old door when I lifted the plastic bag off the floor.
I was thankful for the old rusty hinges as the creak masked the sound of the plastic bag.
I had not time to go anywhere and I stayed behind the door.
The door was pushed to a 15 degree opening. The low shadow of Thomas squatting down was cast long and willowy into the living room from the corridor light.
I saw him move, opening the door a little further, reducing the space I had behind the door.
He pushed even more, breaching the 45 degree angle as he peered into the empty dark living room.
I could hear him grunt as he tried to push the door wide open, and he managed another 10 degree, his push being stopped by the door closer .
I did not dare to breath, thinking back, it was really a comical sight.
I had both pair of slippers and the trash high above my head in a mock surrender position.
I could see Joan squatting at the end of the corridor, both her hands covering her mouth.
Then without warning, Thomas let go, allowing the door to close and eventually slam shut.
He was still outside the corridor, I heard the flick of a zippo lighter before the smell of cigarette came into the house.
I deposited the stuff in the kitchen and quickly joined Joan in the corridor.
James: He’s still outside.
She exhaled and shook her head and told me to ignore him and head into her room.
Joan kept the lights off and the only light in the room was the green led light from the air conditioner near the ceiling after she turned it on.
Thankfully the window of her bedroom is not facing the corridor.
James ; You going to fumble in the dark the whole night ah ?
Joan : Haha.. yah… are you afraid of the dark ?
I laughed.
James : 怕黑。。。。你不是白白的活着吗？ 。。。
Joan laughed and said I’m the cheesiest person she’s ever knew before climbing onto her bed.
She has a queen size bed in the room, it took up a significant portion of space even though it’s tucked against the corner. About a third of the bed was filled with bolsters of at least 3 different sizes, soft toys, a shawl, a cardigan and I even saw a book nestled in the middle.
She propped herself upright and pulled the blanket over herself.
She was a little embarrassed by what happened earlier, and she tried to offer me an explanation. She did what she did not because she was afraid of Thomas, but because she did not want to face the reality of dealing with that problem for the time being.
I nodded knowingly in the dark room.
I took Joan’s chair, swivelled around and sat down. I put both hands on my knees with my legs propped wide open and in a serious tone, made Joan a proposal.
James : Ok, be serious now……
Joan perked up, her head straightened and looked at me as if I had an important announcement.
I paused and pretended to consider my proposal before speaking.
James : $200.
Joan : Huh ? What $200 ?
I stood up, checked the window and the door before turning around to reply Joan.
James : For $200, I’ll stay and protect you for tonight…
It took Joan a second or so to digest what I just said before I saw a Minnie mouse flew towards me and hit my head.
Before I could pick it up, micky and Donald came over too.
I picked up all three and was about to put them back on the bed and 3 small minions joined in the foray and hit me squarely on the head.
James : oei.. oei… okok…. Price can negotiate .
Joan laughed as I put the bunch of toys back where they belonged.
I immediately went over to open her cupboard.
Joan : Oeeehhh.. what are you doing… ?
James : Where do you keep your spare towels ? I need to shower before sleeping.
She laughed and this time round, she took the biggest bolster, stood up on her bed and hit me squarely on the chin.
She got out of bed, came over and closed the cupboard.
She walked over to the drawers and pulled out a pink towel before passing it to me.
Without a word, she got back into her bed.
Joan : I’m not paying you $200 James… haha… but I can consider buying you breakfast.
I smiled and shook the towels at her before giving a little bow.
Right before I left the room, she whispered harshly after me.
Joan : And don’t on the lights…..
10pm.
I had an erection again when I used the same soap, shampoo and facial foam as Joan. The thought of smelling like her, of using the same toilet bowl, of using her towel, of even being in the bathroom she used sent my hormones into overdrive.
It is so hard to describe that feeling of euphoria.
There were no lingerie or worn clothes of any kind in the bathroom.
I took a quick shower in the dark and left the bathroom. I hope I would have more time and opportunity to explore it in the future.
10.15pm
I did not know if Thomas was still outside and I don’t care.
I entered Joan’s room again, she had a tiny reading light on, directed onto her book. The orange glow gave her skin a nice colour tone, a little dream like scene.
She pointed to a sports bag on the floor.
Joan : You can wear some of Thomas’s old clothes if you like..
I looked at the packed bag on the floor, seems like he’s a goner for sure.
James : No way… I’m not wearing his clothes…
Joan : Haha.. you going to sleep in these ah ?
I gestured to her cupboard.
James : Anything of yours I can fit ?
She laughed, chuckled in a silly manner before adding.
Joan : don’t be silly la…. Haha
She went on to say that if I can find any, I can wear them.
I briefly pushed and browse through her clothes, I could make out some dresses and tops I’ve seen her in at work. Then right at the corner, I saw some robes.