My mum kept asking Joan if the food was ok during the meal.
Is the soup too salty ?
Is the vegetables too spicy ?
Is the meat too sweet ?
Joan smiled with every reply, adding that it’s all nice and good, but she did not stop there, she added that the dinner my mum cook had something special.
Joan : There’s the 家的味道。。 very homely.
The smile never left my mum’s face that evening.
7.45pm
Joan and I retreated to the room and I brought out my old lego set I used to meddle with.
Together we recreated a simple model of Joan’s place and her immediate surroundings. We laughed and fought for the pieces we wanted to represent us.
I selected a lego piece with a frown and moustache for Thomas and placed him at the model depicting Joan’s corridor.
Joan took a look at the figure and she pulled out his head.
Joan : Looks so much better now.
I went over my plan with Joan and she made some adjustments and comments along the way. Now that she’s on board, certain shortcuts can be taken.
It’s a lot easier for me to set everything up too.
We went through the plan twice and did a dry run with the lego models, laughing and giggling along the way how funny it would be if everything worked accordingly to our plan.
At 9.00pm that day, I got changed into black running shorts and t-shirt and I put on my running shoes. I even chose a black underwear.
Joan saw my attire and asked what was I up to, I replied her honestly that I learned something from a very good friend of mine back in school days.
Joan : Wah… you ninja ah…?
James : If you are up to no good…. Gear up….. Be prepared to run.
Joan : Hmm… good advice… where is your friend now ?
James : Jail…. He out ran the police many times …. He was 1 of the best VCD seller at bedok interchange when we were in secondary school.
Joan hit me on my head and asked what happened then.
James : You can run 10 times, 100 times… the police just need to catch you 1 time. Game over.
I lugged the items to the main door and gestured to Joan that we’re ready to go.
As we entered the lift, Joan look at her get up in the reflection and said.
Joan : I also want to change.
I laughed said of course.
We hailed a cab and arrive at Joan’s place at 9.45pm. I directed the cab to 2 blocks away, just in case Thomas decided to camp near Joan’s house.
I checked that the coast was clear and we lugged all the items up.
Our roles were clearly split even before we left the house and the moment we reached, we sprang into action.
Joan opened the door and we carried the wooden shoe cabinet into the house.
She set up the laundry rack along the corridor and left me on my own.
I told her to head to the convenient stall and get me 2 bottles of water and a packet of condoms, and to remember to get the receipt and ask for a plastic bag.
Using the tools I bought, I took apart the top piece of the shoe cabinet and flipped it over.
I cut lines after lines along the middle of the top half using a cutter, causing the chipboard to flake and come loose with every cut.
I did it till almost half way thought the thickness of the top cover.
I removed the mid vertical support for the interior of the cabinet, with the support gone, you can no longer hold up the rest of the horizontal planks but it doesn’t matter.
I let all the shoes pile on top of one another and I replaced the top cover.
I opened the door and carefully moved it back into place.
My shirt was already drenched with perspiration by then and Joan happened to get back with the items I needed.
We opened both bottled of water and drenched the men’s shirt over the sink before wringing it dry and hanging it on the laundry rack on the corridor.
I asked Joan for a set of her lingerie that Thomas would definitely recognised as hers and we did the same thing before hanging it at the laundry rack.
I placed the cheap man’s shoes outside the main door and Joan added a pair of her flats beside it.
I had about ¼ of water left in my bottle and Joan had about half. Using the lipstick, Joan left some lipstick marks at the mouth rim of the bottle and smudge some on the bottle cap.
I checked that everything was done and I asked Joan to get changed while I clean up the mess we made so far.
11pm
Joan came out in a pair of black Yoga pants, commenting that it felt a little tight.
Joan : Die… put on weight liao…
I looked that the pair of black pants hugging Joan’s bottom so tightly that I suddenly wished I was the one holding up her firm bottom.
She wore a black running singlet but had on lime green sports bra.
As she put on her running shoes, I composed the message to Thomas using the sim card I bought online.
James sms : Hi Thomas… You gimme namecard in office. I think I see Joan. She stay sengkang is it ?
I hit sent.
Almost immediately, my phone rang but I rejected it.
It rang again and I hit reject again before I draft a message.
James sms : Sorry… I don’t want to be involved… but can you gimme $300 catering voucher for next month if I tell you where is Joan ?
Thomas replied immediately
Thomas sms : No problem. Can. Where is she ?
James sms : I see her walking with a guy…. I at sengkang now…. Near rivervale plaza…
Thomas sms : Where ? Which block ?
James sms : Confirm can gimme the voucher ?
Thomas sms : Can.. I can give you cash if you want too…where is she ?
James sms : no need. The voucher you put at reception… I go take.
Thomas sms : Can… where is she now… ?
James sms : They walking around the hdb block… donno go where…Joan stay near here ?
Thomas dropped me a message with Joan’s address and I replied that they look like they heading over to that block.
James sms : They going up liao… are you coming ? if not wait you say I lie ?
Thomas immediately replied that he’s on his way.
James sms : Okok. I think they go in lift liao…. Good luck…
I stopped my messaging and I signalled to Joan that it was time to go.
She left her room light on, and placed her phone in the middle of the dining table on ring mode.
We shut door and placed the 2 bottles of water inside the plastic bag. I bunched the bag down, arranging it such that it gave an appearance that we were in a hurry and left the bag on top of the shoe cabinet.
I made sure the receipt is prominently displayed, sticking it to the side of one of the bottle.
We had already kept the condoms in Joan’s room.
We crossed over to the neighbouring block and found a vantage point 1 floor above Joan’s unit. It gave us a good view her corridor and the road below.
We giggled and laugh in excitement and we were both imagining how the scene would play out.
We chatted and kept looking down to the road below.
It was about a 20 minute wait.
11.45pm
Joan grabbed my hand and nodded her head towards a car pulling into the small road. It turned head into the rubbish bin area and the engine and lights went out.
Thomas got out and I saw him walking briskly towards the lift lobby.
Moments later we saw him at the corridor.
He plastered his face on the window again and he reached for his phone, presumably dialling her number.
He must have heard the phone in the house because he literally slammed his face back against the glass, trying to make out where the sound was coming from.
He went from panel to panel and I could see him keep repeating his calls.
It was then then he took notice of the water on the shoe cabinet and we giggled as we saw him ransack through the bag , no doubt snooping to see what Joan was up to.
He turned around and saw the laundry rack,
He took a closer look and no doubt must have noticed the men’s shirt drying on the rack together with some of Joan’s lingerie.
Then it happened.
Thomas shifted the shoe rack again, moving it towards the part where the top hung window is opened.
I could feel Joan squeezing my hand while she chuckled that it was going to happened.
And it did.
I was half expecting Thomas to get up on the cabinet before falling down but when Thomas pressed down the top panel to hoist himself up, it collapsed with a loud smack and we saw the comical sight of him disappearing from view totally.
Joan burst out laughing, slapping her knee and I giggled a good deal too.
Thomas stayed out of sight for a while and after what seemed like 1 minute or so, we wondered did he hit his head and faint or something.
Then Joan suddenly gripped my hand, her gaze was directed not towards her corridor but towards the parked car at the bottom.
A woman emerged with phone in hand, she looked upwards as she answered.
She was scantily dressed, her choice of clothes and the branded Chanel bag she held on so dearly screamed PRC.
She wobbled on her high heels on the pavements quickly towards the lift lobby. Thomas must have called her for help.
I was about to turn to Joan when I saw her grabbed a brick from some potted plants along the corridor we were hiding at and started running down the stairs.
James : Fuck…
I immediately got up and ran after her.
James : Joan…!!… Joan !! wait.. please…
We were on the 5th floor of the opposite block and Joan flew down the steps, brick in hand.
She took 2 steps at a time, jumped the last 4 steps and kept going.
I did my best to catch up to her, calling out her name along the way. I did not dare to be too loud, trying my best to direct my voice at her.
James : Joan wait… wait… Joan!
It was amazing how fast both of us tore up that 5 floors of steps, I could feel my feet and thighs burning when I jumped the last 5 steps onto the ground floor.
I landed on both feet and staggered forward a few steps.
Joan was only a couple of meters ahead of me.
I sprinted, opened up my steps and managed to grabbed Joan’s left hand.
James : Joan wait !… wait.. please.
She shook me off effortlessly and continued on.
I thought she wanted to smash the car but I was wrong.
She went straight for the lift lobby of her place.
I was panting hard, perhaps it was a mix of adrenaline and fear, I caught up to Joan and I managed to wrap my right arm around her waist.
I went around the moment Joan made a dash forward, the momentum drove a sharp pain into my right shoulder blade.
I held on, gripped and literally lifted Joan off the ground, retreating towards the opposite block. I was desperate to get some cover.
It was then Joan struggled in the opposite direction and I felt the swing of her arms.
I looked back and saw the brick fly towards Thomas’ car the moment Joan called out
Joan : Bloody bitch…
My heart almost dropped as I followed the trajectory of the brick.
My balls shrank and immediately went back to normal size when I saw Joan missed and it only hit the frame of the rear wheel.
Joan was still fighting to go forward and she left me no choice.
I set her down, took a deep breath and did a fireman lift on her.
Joan : ARhghhhh…James… let me down….arghhh..
I ran.
I really ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction of Joan’s place and estate.
Joan struggled, hitting my back.
It brought back memories of my artillery drills back in my army days.
I ran.
And I ran..
I could almost hear myself shouting
“arti….atri… arti “
At that moment, I believed in Karma.
I really did at that moment in time.
Joan was desperate for me to put her down, she reached into my shorts and she started tugging and pulling at my underwear.
Joan : ARghh.. arghhh.. arghh….
The tugging sent waves of pain and sensations I could not describe to my balls and manhood and I slowed down considerably.
As if pulling was not enough, Joan had to shake it side to side.
Joan : ARghh… put me down.
I finally slowed down to a crawl and set Joan down.
I knelt down immediately and I hugged Joan on her leg, looking up at her with my eyes wide open .
Joan : arghhhg.. so angry… why did you stop me…
Joan saw me hugging onto her leg without a word and asked if I was ok.
I wanted to speak but no words left my mouth.
Joan shook herself free and went to the nearby bush and started stomping and kicking exclaiming how angry she was.
I reached into my pants and I slowly feel my exposed butt cheeks.
I unrolled the twisted clump of fabric on my butt cracked and slowly sat down on the floor and looked up into the skies.
That day, I had been punished.
I was punished for all the wrong doings I had done.
Joan came over and asked if I was ok.
Joan : Are you ok ? ….
She helped me up and I replied.
James : My….. underwear….. became a G-string….. what do you think ? …
She apologised and helped me to a nearby bench. We were both quiet for a good 5 minutes she burst into laughter first.
Then I joined her.
At the stroke of midnight, both of us were just laughing at the bench, clutching our at stomachs.
We calmed down enough to grab a cab around 12.30am in the morning.
I got home and everyone was already asleep.
Joan wanted me to shower first and I did.
I showed her the deformed underwear with the top elastic band all loose and she laughed, chucking and snorting in the bedroom.
Joan went ahead with her shower and we were both ready for bed at 1.15am.
Her hair was still wet, I watch her tilt her head to the side, trying to dry her long hair with the towel.
Yes, she wore my work shirt again that morning. I could see through my shirt to the bra and underwear beneath.
She saw me looking at her and she smiled.
I locked the door.
No one will barge in that morning.
There’s no reason for things not to work out in my favour.
1.30am
Joan got into bed, and I followed suit.
No I did not immediately rape her, I was not that horny yet.
I knew in my heart that the moment was upon us.
I laid down beside Joan, and we were just smiling in a silly manner at each other, neither wanted to make the first move.
We chatted a little, and laughed again at the stupid things we have done.
1.50am
I went on top of Joan, and she stroked my face as I went close for a kiss.
That was the first time I tasted her lips.
Our faces were so close that I could feel her breath on my face and yet I was just staring at her.
Part of me still can’t believe what was about to happen.
Joan suddenly asked me a question
Joan : Do you love me ? ….
James : Which man, in his right mind…… would say no…..especially when he’s in this very position…. Haha
She laughed and gave me a playful slap.
Joan : You and your nonsense….
I reached for a condom, waving it at her and she just smiled.
We kissed again before I broke off our lips.
It was only fair I asked her the same question.
James : Do… do you love me ?
She just looked at me and smiled.
She hesitated for that half a second before her lips opened again.
Then Joan did something I totally did not expect her to do.
Joan : You…asked me if I love you…
She sang.
She actually sang me a song.
I was totally taken aback.
I never expected her to do what she did.
Her voice is so different when she sings. It’s like a healing balm for the soul.
I watched her lips moved, I watched her looked at me and she went on.
The soft tenderness of her vocal felt like a warm blanket in the cold aircon room.
I hung onto every word, every lyric, every note.
As she went on, she smiled and her eyes watered.
I simply froze where I was.
When she finally stopped, she answered my question.
Joan : Yes James….… I love you….
She hugged me, pulling me close to her.
After a short embrace, Joan let me go and she took the condom from my hand.
She held it in front of me and said.
Joan : Think….. very very… carefully… before you answer me James….
Joan : Do you love me ? ……haha.
I decided to return her the favour and I started to sing the same song in a totally off tuned and disgusting voice.
James : You ~~ ask…. Me…~~~ if I love…..you~~
She laughed and tried to stuff the condom into my mouth in a bid to stop me from singing.
I stopped her and I tried to do the same for her.
She resisted but I could feel her slowly giving in to me.
Then she tore open the wrapper and waited.
I put it near her mouth and I saw her tongue came out. I gave the wrapper a little squeeze… and off it went into Joan’s mouth.
She just smiled and I felt her hands pushing me off her so I could sit up.
I got up, leaned back and look back up at the same ceiling I stared at last week,
I felt my boxers go and the cold air of the room hit my privates.
I closed my eyes the moment I felt the surreal warmth of Joan’s lips and the condom being unrolled onto me.
I must have accumulated some good karma in my previous life too.
It’s been so long since I felt that humanly warmth engulf my manhood. That feeling is really hard to describe no matter how I tried.
That initial touch of her lips sliding down, coating your most private region with her warm saliva, then without warning, the tease of her tongue is enough to make me shiver in pleasure as I sit spread legged on the bed.
I was excited, aroused and definitely horny seeing Joan bent over me. Her soft silky hair tickled my thighs as her head tried to manoeuvre herself into position.
It was barely 2 minutes after it started when I started to get this weird feeling.
Something was wrong.
I tried to decipher what it meant and I figured out after a min or so.
Something was definitely wrong.
I knew instantly that it was not going to end well and I bit my lips, forcing myself not to laugh but I could not. My body shook as I giggled and I instantly felt a tight slap on my thigh.
“ piak “
James : Ow….
I could feel Joan trying again but it’s not going to work.
I giggled again and this time round, my erection died off, my dick deflated a little and I could feel the condom slipping off me.
When Joan brushed back her hair and glared at me, I was giggling no more.
She was visibly irritated but it was just so silly that I could not help laughing.
Joan tried to put the condom on for me using her mouth, I really appreciate it but she got it in the wrong way, it only slide down just a little before it got stuck.
She did not realise it was wrong and she kept tugging and trying to pull it down, when she eventually was aware of the mistake, she tried to pull it out but my erection had started to die down and the whole condom just sort of float back into her mouth.
She spit and left it on my as she got up to glare at me.
James : Sorry… sorry…. Let’s try that again…
Joan pushed me away and pulled the blanket over herself. I threw away the used cap and started on a good 10 minutes of coaxing and cooing.
I found out that it was actually the first time Joan tried something like that, and her reason for doing so was that because it was for me.
Partly it was also because I’m a lot younger than her, she thought that younger people would want something more adventurous and kinky rather than a normal intercourse. When she said she actually surfed to research this, my heart soften and melted.
James : Sorry… I erm….
I stroked Joan on her arms, trying to coax her again before she would even turn to look at me.
She squinted her eyes at me before hitting me on the head for being insensitive.
I part tugged part nudged Joan back onto her knees although she’s a little unwilling.
Her unwillingness to engage me again turned me on in this weird unexplainable way.
It’s like I felt this kick, this indescribable high as I in a way, forced her to do it for me.
I could feel the swell of my manhood as Joan lowered her head again in a pout, a little hesitant, probably afraid something embarrassing might happen again.
My dick throbbed and shook as I nudged and pressed her down onto me, forcing her to take my dick into her mouth.
Joan : armphhh… ermpphh.. orumppphhh…..erngghh…
The blowjob without the condom was so much better. The feeling of my naked dick brushing against Joan’s mouth, her lips, her tongue sent waves after waves of euphoria into my brain.
I tried to recall images and incidents of my encounters with Joan before we got close.
I remembered the time when we quarrelled over a project in the meeting room.
I remembered the time when I thought she looked a little proud and stuck up when she came dressed in powersuit for a presentation.
I remembered the time when she turned up in black stockings and a tight blue dress for our annual dinner.
And yes, I remembered the time she teased me for looking at her legs in office.
All these images flooded my sick mind as I nudged and pressed Joan’s head down onto my dick.
Her hair fell like a waterfall of silk treads around my entire private region, the very movement of her head caressing my thighs, my pelvis, my dick and yes, my testicles. That softness, the smell of her shampoo, the warmth of her mouth.
It gave me this feeling of being in control.
As I immersed myself in the suction of Joan’s mouth, I could not help but remembered the blowjobs I’ve had in my life.
I consider myself really lucky to have quite a few given by girlfriends, flings and even friends. I’ve had enough to even classify them into a few categories.
First, is the shampoo girl.
It’s a really wet and sloppy blowjob, but the problem is she doesn’t swallow her saliva. It just flowed and flowed and flowed endlessly onto my dick, giving it a saliva fondue and my pubic hair a through shampoo.
Next comes the surgeon.
The way she cleaned my dick up, I almost felt like I’m going in for surgery.
First the soap when we shower, then it’s a through flush of running water. Next came a body scrub with bath salt, then it’s a pat dry with towels.
Right before we begin, it’s another wiped down with wet tissues.
I had no complains the moment it began though, it was with surgical precision that I came, moaned and groaned like a little girl.
Then comes the drug abuser.
She had a really powerful suction and fastest head movements, it was comfortable, it made me cum, it was amazing but besides making me cum, she made herself puke. Try shaking your head to and fro at high speed while sucking on something if you are curious.
I shall skip the Sze chuan spicy steamboat session I had with a PRC student.
It was not enjoyable.
Joan oh Joan.
Hers was a nice and slow rhythmic movement, really slow and sensual. You can feel every suction, every movement oh so gentle.
There is just 1 problem.
I cannot cum at that speed.
After about 10 minutes, Joan stopped and raised her head, massaging her jaw and mouth.
I laid her down on the bed and brushed back her hair.
We kissed and I wasted no time, I spread her legs with mine and prepared for entry.
I caressed her full and supple breast after I unhooked her bra. The tender mounds of her love pillows felt so good and bouncy in my palms that I could not resist squeezing and kneading them as our tongues fought.
I took another condom and capped myself.
I pulled down her panty and I noted that a good portion of it was already damp.
I immediately dove back in and I could feel the welcoming warmth of Joan’s vagina waiting for me.
It only took a gentle push and I could feel her vagina’s muscles doing the rest of the work as slide into her slippery and wet love hole.
I let out an uncontrolled moan as I feel the grip of Joan’s tight muscle on my manhood as it slips deeper and deeper into her.
I just went all the way in as I watched Joan’s lips parted and her eyes closed. Her head turned sideways, exposing her long neck as she took in a sharp breathe of air.
We kissed again for a minute or so before I could no longer take it. I started to withdraw before going back in again. I humped a couple of times and I realised there was another problem.
You must be wondering why there was so many problems by now, I’ll tell you why.
Two adults on an old timber frame for a super single bed that’s probably as old as I was is bound to give you problem.
I could hear the creaking of the bed with each thrust.
Creak…. Creak… creak….
Joan immediately slap me several times on the arm , asking me to stop.
Joan : Oh my god… James !… your bed…
James : It’s ok….. no one can hear.
I did a few more and the creaking grew louder.
Joan tapped me a few more times, trying to push me back and stop me but I went on.
Creak….creak…. creak….
Joan : James stop…! It’s so loud….
James : It’s not loud…. Cannot hear one….
It was then both our phone beeped at the same time.
It was Jasper in the family group chat
Jasper sms : ………………………
Joan smacked me several times on the head, saying that it’s so embarrassing.
I half push, half coaxed her onto the mattress on the floor and I pinned her down.
Joan :Oei,…. Crazy liao ah … oei… James…
I entered Joan again despite her protest and before long, I worked up a suitable rhythm.
She tried to resist, turning me on even more. I held her hands down and entered her.
It’s quite embarrassing actually, I came within 5 minutes.
We were both exhausted and we fell asleep after cleaning up.
Thinking back, I guess you just got to accept the reality that the 1st time will probably not be that mind blowing.
It’s your first time.
Come on.
You are not familiar with each other’s body, you don’t even know her likes and dislikes.
Which are the positions that turn her on ?
Which angle suits both of you ?
Which are the buttons to push ?
So many questions, no answers. I can only slowly figure them out one by one.
20th Jan 2013
Sunday
11am
I could not remember what time we fell asleep but it was already 11am when we work up.
My family had all gone out, leaving only Joan and me at home.
We washed up and immediately head out for breakfast as we’re starving.
12.30pm
We went back to Joan’s place. I did a bit of reconnaissance and made sure the place is clear before we headed up.
The corridor was in a mess, the show cabinet in shambles and shoes were all over.
Joan opened the door and realised the main door’s bolt was left unlocked.
Thomas must have tried to open it again to see whose inside.
Joan immediately went to check on her phone which she left on the table. There were 126 miss calls.
The most I’ve ever seen in my life.
About 117 from Thomas alone.
The others were from Joan’s friends and 8 from Joan’s parents.
Joan : Shit…. My parents must be fuming mad they could not reach me.
She immediately dialled and it was obvious she got a scolding from her parents.
Joan spent about 20 minutes on the phone as I cleaned up the corridor, threw away the useless stuff and set up the new shoe rack for her. It could not hold as much shoes as before so we made the decision to get another one later.
1.45pm
Joan was saying her parents wanted her back in their relative’s place that day.
I was unwilling to let her leave and I could tell she wanted to stay too.
We went to Joan’s room and had sex for the 2nd time. It was a lot better, and we both spent a good amount of time exploring each other’s body.
I asked her what she liked and she asked me the same thing.
By 4pm, we were horny enough for another go and we did it again.
5pm
Joan’s phone started ringing and she had a hard time convincing her parents why she wanted to stay.
It ended with a quarrel before she hung up.
Joan : Can I stay at your place for a few days ?
I gave her a cheeky grin and agreed without a thought.
Joan packed some of her stuff and we left her place at 6pm for dinner before grabbing another timber shoe cabinet from a neighbourhood stall.
We dropped it off at Joan’s place before heading back.
My mum was more than happy to know that Joan would be spending a few days with us and she sat down with a list of dishes she wanted to cook for her that week.
10pm
Joan was on the phone with her mum for quite a while that evening. Needless to say her dad was not pleased at all with her decision but she argued that she’s no longer a little girl.
I cringed in my seat when I heard “ boyfriend “, “James “ , “ just got together “ in snippets of the conversation.
After Joan hung up, I took the opportunity to ask her what her parents were like.
She gave me a sly naughty grin and replied.
Joan : Oh… you know how friendly your mum and dad is to me…..
She gestured a little with her hands
Joan : They really made me feel welcomed and part of the family…. And there were so much laughter and smiles….
Joan : And the really relaxed atmosphere of your house….. Your parents hardly bothered us…..
Then her face changed a little dramatically and said;
Joan : My parents are the exact opposite.
I had no expressions on my face but it was not hard to guess what I was thinking.
Joan gave me an awkward smile and told me everything would be fine, they’ll like me for sure.
I have my doubts though, which parent would so easily trust another guy especially one which has been with them for 10 years actually beat their daughter up.
It’s not going to be easy.
James : They sound just like my nightmare.
She prodded me with her feet and scolded me for describing her parents in that manner.
We slept shortly after.
21st Jan 2013
Monday
6.30am
Joan woke up together with me that morning even though she did not need to head to work. She prepared breakfast, ok, it’s applying jam unevenly over 2 pieces of bread and a 3 in 1 coffee, but it’s still breakfast.
She kissed me before I left and I asked Joan if she was ok staying at home with my mum.
She shrugged her shoulders and wave me off.
When I got home at 9.30pm that day, Joan was making lanterns with my mum in the living room, getting the house ready for the Chinese new year.
After my shower, my bed was made, the aircon was on, and the moment I got into bed, Joan came and gave me a shoulder massage.
I was suspicious immediately of her intentions and after a little pressing, Joan said her parents wanted to meet up with me.
James : Don’t you think this is a little fast ?
I got a smack from Joan.
Joan : You think too much James,….. they just wanted to see what kind of person you are…. You’re nowhere close to the actual interview….
We chatted a little about work before sleeping.
That week flew by, and I reached home at close to 11pm each day.
By Wednesday, I noticed all the new year decorations are up and the house is really spick and span. Even the tops of the shelves were clean and dusted.
My mum’s constant praises in the group chat left me no doubt who was the greatest contributor to the spring cleaning.
By Thursday evening, I saw Joan’s key chain had 2 additional keys. I teased her about it and demanded a set of her house keys too.
I reached home at 11.20pm on Friday to see Joan and my mum watching a Korean drama together , both of them had swollen eyes and boxes of tissues in front of them
I shook my head and went to take a shower.
I entered my room to see my keychain too had 2 additional keys.
The hectic week left me drained and I was looking forward to the weekend.
When we snuggled up that night,Joan suggested a morning walk along the waterway and I agreed.
26th Jan 2013
Saturday.
6.00 am
Joan dragged me up early and I agreed only because she said I could have a afternoon nap undisturbed later in the day.
We got changed and took a slow walk to Punggol park before taking the park connector along the waterway. The journey to the promenade took us close to 45 minutes since we strolled slowly, taking in the fresh and cool morning air.
Joan wore a pair of short running shorts that morning, showing off her long and toned legs. She had a new pair of trainers that is white with streaks of baby blue. Her socks was a cute pair with spongebob prints and she had on a bright pink running singlet.
Her black sports bra was pretty much exposed as her singlet’s armholes are quite big.
She strapped her belongings to a chic and small fanny pack around her waist and tied her hair up in a high ponytail.
During the walk, Joan caught me several times giving her the look and she had to smack me around a bit .
James : Eh… it’s dark…. Nobody’s around…
It was obvious what I was suggesting as we got nearer to the promenade with the cafes and fastfood restaurants.
James : There’s a restroom in front…. Come la…
Joan laughed and said no.
Joan : No way…. You’re crazy… haha.
I tried to coax her, I even added a little pleading but she still said no.
It’s been a full week since we had sex and that bit of a morning walk seemed to have stirred up the monster in me.
I got a little touchy as we walk, stroking her back, letting my hand wander down to her shorts.
Joan knew what I was up to and she kept pushing my hands away.
Joan : No James….. don’t…. no…….. oei…. Don’t la…
I could not help it.
I could not resists touching her.
I looked at the beads of perspiration on Joan’s head and body and I blamed it on the hormones that she was releasing early that morning. Suddenly I just felt an erection coming.
As my hands wandered lower and got more daring , Joan laughed and she tried to keep a distance away from me.
From an arms length, to about a good 2 meters away.
I tried to close the distance, but she would giggle and step further away.
I tried to block her path, but she would feigned a move and get away.
We got so engaged in that little dance that she soon did not even allow me to touch her.
I tried to grab her hands, telling her let’s stop but she kept her distance, prancing around like a boxer in the ring.
Several joggers passed us by, and everyone. I really meant everyone that was male, looked at Joan.
The way her full breast jiggled, the way her leg muscles flexed and relaxed as she hoped and prance around.
7.00 am
The rising sun cast an orange glow on Joan’s face and body. The morning rays reflected off Joan’s perspiration as we continued our standoff.
I would reach for Joan, she would push me away.
I tried to grab her, she would either jump out my reach of grab hold of my hand.
7.10 am
10 minutes later, we were both panting.
Joan just giggled away while I could feel the rise of something primal in me.
It must have showed in my eyes when Joan suddenly wanted to stop
Joan : okok… let’s stop…
I bent down and tighten my laces
Joan saw what I was doing and it only took her another second to react.
She screamed and took off, running towards the direction of punggol park
I tightened the straps of the bag I was carrying and I took off after her.
It was just a normal run, Joan was laughing and screaming for me to stop chasing her but I ignore her screams.
Several joggers shot us a look but I did not care.
I caught up with Joan and I grabbed hold of her wrist. Turning her around, she laughed and scream.
I quickly loop my hand around her waist, pressing her body towards mine. Joan immediately used both her hands and push me back, fighting to get away from me.
I staggered backwards and I fell on my backside. I did not know what I was feeling at that point in time. I just felt like having sex with Joan.
Looking at her long legs, her tight bottom and her brightly coloured singlet. It turned me on in a perverse way.
Joan : James…. Stop… haha… don’t play already la…
I stood up and replied.
James : come here….. come here and I’ll stop……
Joan : Noooo… don’t la James….. stop it…
I took a deep breath, turned around to check that we’re alone and I made Joan a wager.
James : I bet….. you’re going to get raped today..
Joan laughed, slowly retreating a couple of small steps at a time.
Joan twisted her head to the left, and then to the right, stretching her muscles a little.
Then it happened.
She showed me her middle finger, laughed and replied me before she took off.
Joan : In your dreams James…
I took off immediately after Joan. I had that sudden urge to really hold her down and rape her that morning.
I could tell Joan really took off this time round, she opened up her pace, pounding up the pavement with me following a distance away.
We passed by the cafes in no time, both of us sprinting towards the underpass that goes beneath the expressway.
I caught up to Joan at the underpass and I managed to grab hold of her singlet.
She screamed and hit me, pushing me away.
If not for her laughter, the 2 joggers passing by would have really thought I was a rapist.
Joan managed to get away, putting a distant of 6-7 meters between us as she ran at full speed away from me.
My erection was in my way and I forced myself to catch up.
I caught up again to Joan near a section of the waterway that has quite a bit of pandan plants. We struggled, Joan scream and we pushed each other onto the grass patch, laughing and struggling for breath.
Joan tried to get up but I grabbed one of her shoes, pulling it away from her feet. She hit me and grabbed a handful of my hair, she too had a go at my shoes.
My left shoe got pulled out and Joan threw it away into the bush behind me.
I cursed and I quickly went in search of it.
By the time I got it, Joan had taken off again.
We ran for a good distance, neither one of us stopping.
I could feel my lung burning and screaming for air as it tried to close the distance between us. Joan took a shortcut, running up a hill and exited the waterway, heading straight in the direction of Rivervale plaza.
I was about 20-25 meters away.
I saw Joan desperately hitting the traffic light button and I took the opportunity to close the distance.
The lights turned green and she took off again.
By the time we got near to her place, I was totally drenched. My shirt was stuck to my back, I was panting like a dog and I felt like to got to release my pent up energy.
I wanted to grab hold of Joan’s long legs.
I wanted to press my face and nose on her wet and sweaty body.
I wanted to pull and rip her running shorts off her tight bottom.
I wanted to tear into her bright running singlet and take her on the floor with both our sweaty bodies against each other.
I saw Joan closing the lift door and I forced my aching feet to go on a little more.
Just that little bit more and I could have her.
There was no way she could hide in her place.
Once in that was it.
I’ll give her a really good session, I want to hear her scream my name as I hold her down, flip her on her stomach and take her from behind.
I could relish myself in her sweat stained clothes.
Play with her wet salty sports bra
I even wanted to tie her up, all sweaty and wet as she begged me not to rape her.
I tried to race up the stairs but my legs gave up on me.
I half hopped and limped up the 4 storeys and I kicked opened the staircase door with a wham.
I saw Joan closing the main door with a snap as I got to the corridor.
I immediately fingered my bag for the keys.
She had given me the keys.
I took a few deep breathes, taking my time to calm down.
I laughed outside the corridor, checking the time.
7.50am
I went to the window and cupped my hands, pressing my face to the panels with a boomed.
Boom ~
James : Joan ~~~ ……. Joan…… come out….
I laughed again, louder this time round as I paced along the corridor.
I repeated my actions and off it went again.
Boom ~…. The panels vibrated and shook as I tried to make out the interior of Joan’s place.
James : Joan ~~~… you cannot hide forever….
I used my leg and shifted the new timber cabinet, dragging it along the concrete floor and I hoist myself up, peering into the house from the top window.
James : Joan….. where are you ~~ haha
I jumped off with a thud and decided it was enough.
I unlocked the gate with the key and swung it open.
I unlocked the cylinder of the main door and pushed the door open, hearing the familiar creak of the old hinges.
There were no one in the living room.
I was about to head straight for Joan’s bedroom when I saw something that made me stopped in my tracks.
I froze.
I wanted to dig a hole and hide.
Right by the door, were 2 large luggage.
My hand went to my mouth and I took a cautious step towards the kitchen.
I saw Joan grinning and trying to stifle her giggle as she stood behind her mum and dad, both her hands on their shoulders.
Joan : Mum…. Dad,….. Meet James…
She gave me that priceless look and added.
Joan : James….. here’s your nightmare… haha
With that, she laughed so hard that she sat down onto the kitchen floor.
I immediately gave a slight bow and greeted her parents.
James : Uncle,….. Auntie…
James : Ermm… i…. I can explain…
Joan’s dad shook her head and told us to go wash up and get changed. We could all have breakfast together.
When her parents left the kitchen, I did a mock strangling sign at Joan, and she just laughed.
Joan got up, walked over to me and I could see her checking out the area behind my back to make sure her parents went into their room.
She walked closed, really closed to me such that our bodies touched.
With her face right in mine, she gave me this really coy and mischievous look.
Joan : Still……. Want to… rape me ? …
She let her index finger brush lightly over my deflated and shrunk manhood before walking right by me.
I turned and replied.
James : More than ever….
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Originally Posted by
Summerhillt
NICE LAH BROTHER !! YOUR BACK. don’t let this story die please
Exact sentiment. Last time when I was wooing this girl. Always argued with her qurallel with her. But sometimes got bio her Lah. In the end managed to hook up with her. When she was giving me that awesome blowjob. Boy , in my mind all those flashbacks came back as well. How could this happen to me ? It’s incredible. Must have attained good karma. Damn it. Bro you know the 心声 of everyone here.
Keep it up !!
Waaaa! Now the story come until 见家长 !! Please continue. Actually now I read this story. The sex part is like a bonus. I more interested in your daily activities with Joan. LOL. You have written till this part. Whereby sex doesn’t matter. We want more teasing and build up NIA. Now that’s both a good story and writer.
haha. Thank you.
You should also share your story about the girl you wooed.
I’ve never felt so embarrassed before in my life. It was such an awkward situation and frankly, I was a little angry at Joan for putting me in such a spot.
I did not have any spare clothes at Joan’s place so while I went back home to get changed and agreed to meet the 3 of them at Hougang mall for breakfast.
10am
We settled down for kaya toast and coffee at a local joint and started some casual chat.
It was just something really casual, about me, my family and where I stayed. Joan’s parents never asked anything I found hard to handle since it’s pretty much surface conversations.
Joan’s dad asked if I knew about her current situation and I nodded. He did not continue about Thomas after tha.
10.45am
We had drained our second cup of coffee and Joan’s mum asked if I could leave them alone for a while.
They wanted to talk to Joan.
I felt a light squeeze of my thigh by Joan before I said my goodbyes.
Joan text me that she’ll head over to my place after she’s done.
I went to the library, got a couple of books and went back home.
11.30am
My parents were already out for their last minute Chinese new year shopping and I could see Jasper heading to the shower.
I shut myself in the room and settled down on my books.
It’s been a while since I could spend a quiet weekend reading.
12.10pm
Joan came back and I ignored her when she walked into the room. She knew she was in a little trouble when I did not acknowledge her coming in.
I was a little angry and it was not hard to miss.
I continued flipping my books even though from the corner of my eye I saw Joan pouting and looking at me.
I was lying on my bed on my tummy, taking up the center spot, Joan decided to squeeze herself in beside me.
I continued to ignore her and she put her head on my shoulders, speaking in a soft squeaky voice.
It was hard to concentrate on my books but I persevered.
Joan was in a grey singlet that day, her light blue bra straps were visible and she was wearing a pair of teal coloured shorts.
As she paced around the room, there was this floating cloud of teal at the peripheral edge of my vision.
Joan : Oei…. James….. Angry ah ….
She paced around a little more before ransacking through my wardrobe.
Joan : James baby…… don’t angry la….
I wanted to grab her and hold her down but Jasper was still at home. In fact I was waiting for him to leave before I rape Joan.
She flicked through some of my clothes and pulled out 1 of my tie.
Dangling it in from of me, she gave me this smiley face which softened me drastically but I bit down hard on my teeth and kept my expressions clear.
Joan came over to the bed again and just laid down beside me, sulking away.
Just then my door opened and Jasper popped his head in.
Jasper : Yoz…. You guys want to have dinner together ? I got a voucher. Need 8 pax. I’m 2 short.
James : You treat ah ?
Jasper : Ya la ya la…
He looked at Joan for her reply and she replied in an obedient manner.
Joan : If James say yes, I’m ok. I’ll listen to him…
She said it in such a coy and soft manner than Jasper raised his eyebrow.
Jasper : Ermm… ok…. See you at 7pm. Clark quay.
I heard Jasper close and lock the door shortly after.
Now Joan is a smart girl, she knows her way to get to me and she plays her cards right.
The moment Jasper left, she went and took my tie from the cupboard again and began to sulk and tie herself up in a dramatic and helpless manner, moaning about how pitiful she is.
She coiled the tie around her wrist several times before getting on the bed, nudging and squeezing me out of the way to make space for herself.
I placed the book aside and look at her.
She had this sad frown on her face as she stretched herself out on my bed, pushing her tied hands underneath my pillow.
Then she gave me this doe eyed look and she twisted her legs as if she going to be in some photoshoot.
Joan : Don’t be angry la…… I’ll….. I’ll do anything….
She said in in such a dramatic manner than I felt it was a waste for her not to go into acting.
I locked the door and strip myself and I saw another side of her acting skills again.
Joan : Oh……. No…….. oh dear me…. Someone….. help
Her voice was so high pitched and whiny that it was comical.
I could not hold it any longer and I burst out laughing.
Joan tried to get up but I quickly straddled her and held her hands down .
Her voice returned to normal immediately and asked.
Joan : So…. No angry liao ah… So petty… where got man like that one.
James : It’s so embarrassing ok…
She tried to get up, wriggling her way free but I held her down.
Joan : Oei…. Since not angry liao… this is it… no more…
I laughed and I kissed her as she turned her head left and right to avoid me.
She tried struggling a little and it aroused me even more.
At the end of that session, Joan asked if I was aroused by her resisting.
Joan : You like ah ? This kind of sick scenarios…
I admitted that it was kinda different, brings out a different side of me.
James : What about you ? You like it ?
She replied that she sees it from another perspective.
Joan : I like the thought of being helpless… haha…
1.30pm
We cooked noodles for lunch and I asked her about her discussion with her parents earlier on.
Her mum wanted to put the matter behind so everyone can move on, so she’s pushing for Joan to resolve the issues as soon as possible.
The paper work is ready and her parents wanted to sit down and settled everything at one go with Thomas.
Her mum just wants to take things easy and not bother about the business anymore, she wanted Joan to take over but Joan had no interest at all in the business. The last thing she wanted was to become Thomas’ business partner.
Then again, it’s going to be such a pity if she were to sell a profitable business to Thomas.
It’s like being caught between a rock and a hard place.
Joan was supposed to set up a meeting with Thomas after the new year and she just did not want to think about the matter for now.
On a serious note, I too was wondering how would Joan go about sorting out the issue with Thomas. Knowing how stubborn she could be, there was no way it’s going to end well.
3.30pm
After a little more cuddling, we got change and made our way to town to meet Jasper for dinner.
Joan had on this long sleeve top with puffy sleeves. The material is really soft and the silver colour shimmered and shine under the light in this really dreamy manner.
I’m not talking about those shimmer similar to the costumes singers wear on the 7th lunar month performance, it’s something more classy, something more subtle.
Her pants tapered in a shapely manner towards the bottom, bringing out the best of her legs. After she slipped on a simple pair of low black heels, she was ready for a casual evening out.
Being the typical guy, I just threw on a top and jeans. Joan made me change twice before letting me out of the house.
Women …
We shopped around for a while, picking out some new year clothes. Joan made it clear that I do not need to visit her relatives during the festive season, her parents included.
It’s a little sensitive for her family especially not all of the relatives knew about the breakup.
Joan : My parents …. Actually wanted me to keep this new relationship hush hush…. At least until things die off…
Joan : You know those relatives….. they tend to talk a lot…
I told her I understand where she was coming from and not to worry about it.
James : You’ll need to visit the relatives on my side though.
She perked up when she knew she was invited but I immediately told her to split the red packet she collected with me.
Joan : Is money that important ?
I could sense where that was heading so I quickly change the topic.
James : You are more important…. Haha
I got a playful smack on my arm and we continued our shopping.
7pm
Joan and I reached the restaurant at 7pm sharp and were surprised to find out that we’re the last ones there.
Jasper introduced us and it was not had to notice where the eyes of all his male friends drifted to.
There was 2 other girls at the table though and I thought 1 of them looked quite cute.
Joan took the seat between Jasper and me, shortly after that, dinner was served.
Joan was really friendly and sporting, talking and joking with Jasper’s friends. The guys showered quite a bit of attention on her. I was not jealous, in fact I felt pretty proud of Joan.
Jasper blushed a bright shade of red when Joan praised him a couple of times in front of his friends.
Joan : Don’t bully him ah….
She threw her arms around Jasper, pulling him close, earning a few cheers and someone shouted that he’s jealous.
Now Joan was pretty observant too over dinner. She actually told me that Jasper gave her the vibe that he was interested in one of the girls at the table.
Joan : Look at the manner which they talk, the body language…
I shot her a look and asked.
James : You know how to read body language meh ?
She rolled her eyes at me before turning away.
Joan : I can read you like a open book James…
While waiting for dessert, Joan decided to play matchmaker and head over to chat with the girls. I did not know what she said or did, but when dinner ended, Jasper was seen whispering and laughing with the girl Joan said he liked.
James : What did you say to the girl ?
Joan replied without looking at me.
Joan : I told her Jasper is like his brother, both of them very simple minded and easy to control….
I ignored her comment and I wanted to thanked my brother for the dinner when Joan insisted we paid our share.
10pm
Joan and I were already sitting in front of the TV but there was still no sign of Jasper.
11.15pm
Jasper came back and Joan immediately asked him how it went.
He gave her a thumbs up and she gave him a hug.
Joan : You owe me one ah … haha. .. congrats.
Jasper : What did you tell her over dinner ?
Joan : I told her you’re a really nice and hardworking guy, unlike your brother….. and that she should hold on to you….
I gave Joan a wide eye look but she ignored me.
11.45pm
As I cuddled up with Joan in bed, I asked her if she meant what she said.
Joan : Which part ? haha
James : That I’m really simple minded and easy to control.
She must have sensed a change in my tone so she pulled my hand over her own shoulder and said she was just joking.
Joan : You’re not simple minded…….
She looked at me with her big round eyes and added.
Joan : In fact…. Sometimes I don’t even know what you’re thinking about….
I smiled and gave her this delirious look.
Joan : Haha… now I know what you are thinking about.
I cupped my hand on her firm breast, kneading them as she tried to push my hands away.
Joan : I meant it though …. About the part that you’re easy to control…
I immediately paused.
James : What do you mean… ?
Joan : hahaha
Joan got off the bed, place both her hands on her hips and said.
Joan : I bet you’ll beg me for sex before the 15th day of the lunar new year is over.
I checked the date on my phone and replied.
James : I’ll take up your challenge…. On the condition we start on the 1st of Feb. New year is on the 10th. …. 15 lunar days… 25th would be the end date.
Joan checked her phone too before doing some mental sums inside her head.
Joan : Ok. Deal…. What are we betting on.
I rubbed my hands in glee and replied without thinking.
James : You’ll be my slave for a day, and it’ll all be about sex….
Joan laughed and replied in a haughty manner.
Joan : If I win, you’ll be my slave for a day…… and it’ll be about everything except sex.
I got out of bed and immediately draft a simple contract.
We both put our initials on it before I fold it up and sealed it in an envelope.
I immediately grabbed her and pushed her onto bed. She tried to scream but I covered her mouth.
The rest as they say ,…. is history.
I do not want to bore you with endless details of our sexual encounter. We’ve had a few, in fact we’ve had more than a few, but one, one of it is special.
That one special night.
That night I would never forget.
A night that I would take with me to the grave.
The one night that I remembered and penned it down in excruciating details in my diary, reading it over and over again whenever I could.
28th January 2013
Monday
Joan came back to work and we agreed to maintain a certain level of professionalism in the office.
Her menses started on that day and she was having some bad cramps in the cubicle.
I ended up covering most of her work again.
31st January 2013
Thursday
It was 1 day before our official bet started and Joan asked me if I’m sure I could do it.
I snorted and wave her off.
What’s the big deal about not having sex for 25 days ?
I can masturbate myself.
No problem.
Now that Joan has a good stash of clothes at my place. I have access to everything.
You name it.
Bra, undies, bikinis, pyjamas, fbts….. anything.
I can indulge and cover myself in her lingerie and fall asleep on them if I wished to. I had no lack of materials to pleasure myself.
She’ll be staying over on Fridays too, that way, I can even have ‘freshly’ worn unwashed lingerie to satisfy my perverted mind.
What is 25 days ?
I did a rough estimate, if I just do it once every 3 days, I just need to musterbate myself 8 times and that was it.
The time will fly by in the blink of an eye.
In fact, I was already fantasising about what I could get Joan to do for me if I won.
Maybe outdoor sex ?
Perhaps some kinky BDSM play ?
Oh…. Should we try taking some videos ?
Maybe we could so some cosplay, get her to dress up as sailormoon as I rape her.
The mere thought of what I could do to her made me excited.
Mentally, I was prepared for what is to come.
What else can she do ?
Dress provocatively ?
Bent over a little while she drop some coins ?
Try to snuggle up with me in bed ?
Dirty talk ?
I laughed to myself and snorted a couple of times, tickled by the fact that we actually made that bet.
1st Feb 2013
Friday
Day 1 of our bet.
We finished work late, grabbed a dinner before catching a late night movie.
Just a normal date night.
Joan showered first, she had already taken off her cardigan and work pants in my room. Needless to say, I made use of it and got myself primed.
I entered the bathroom and immediately released myself, feeling waves of sanity returning to my brain.
3rd Feb 2013.
Sunday
It’s the last weekend before the new year.
I had a pretty formal dinner with Joan’s parents, this time round, they discussed Thomas in front of me.
I tried not to pay too much attention, after all it’s none of my business.
Yet I could not help but catch snippets of the conversation.
“lease ending”, “move”, “new environment “, “older estate” were some of the words I caught.
5th Feb 2013
Tuesday
6.30 am
I asked myself in the mirror if I was feeling ok and I nodded affirmatively.
I released myself again in the shower.
9.15am
I passed by Joan at the pantry and I gave her a wink.
No kick.
I got this.
8th Febuary 2013
Friday
It’s half a work day for us and frankly, no one was in the mood to work.
Mr Chan gave out red packets, wished everyone a good year and reminded all of us about the annual dinner on the 22nd Feb since most of us would be on leave for a few days during the festive period.
Joan stayed over that evening and I could feel her cuddling up a little tightly to me that night. I could feel her pressing her breast against me too.
She made a passing remark that her menses is almost over.
1am .
I excused myself to the bathroom and I released myself again, panting as I washed up and made my way back.
9th Febuary 2013
Saturday
Chinese new year eve.
Joan was over for reunion dinner, so did Jasper’s new girlfriend Cheryl.
My mum was beaming away when she kept topping up the steamboat and asked the girls to eat more.
I felt a pinch on my leg when Joan noticed me staring at Cheryl’s boobs.
I could not help it, it pushed against her rice bowl at least twice during dinner when she reached for the dishes.
11th Febuary 2013
Monday.
I could feel some weird sensation creeping up on me, as if I was going through cold turkey.
13th Febuary 2013
Wednesday
Joan came to work in a tube dress.
And yes, she kept dropping her pen near my work station.
4pm
I locked myself in a cubicle on another floor of the building. 15 minutes later, I gasped and gasped for air as I came onto a tuff of paper.
James : You can do this James…. You can do this.
15th Febuary 2013
Friday
Joan wore a tight blue dress that day. I had to tear my eyes away from her.
Over dinner, she suggested drinks, maybe heading over to a club but I resisted.
During the train ride home, she must have brushed and pressed her body against me several times.
I immediately rush to the bathroom when I got home.
By the time I’m out, I was feeling pretty confident I could win this.
She did not tease me anymore that weekend.
17th February 2013
Sunday
Joan’s parents asked me over for dinner. Her dad cooked some simple dishes.
Joan and I bought a watermelon earlier in the day and we were trying to cut it in the kitchen after dinner.
While I sliced into the juicy red flesh, I asked.
James : Few more days to go you know….. worried or not… hahaha.
She just shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
18th February 2013
Monday
I was paying close attention to Joan’s wardrobe. I knew it’s the last leg of the race.
The run up to the finale.
That was the last week.
I expected her to come dressed sexily, to be on her best.
Perhaps some lacy lingerie, maybe a deliberate upskirt or down blouse just to tempt me.
I chuckled and laughed to myself again, hoping she would try.
Then I would have the chance to rebuke her and say it doesn’t work.
That Monday, Joan came to work in normal pants and a shirt.
19th February 2013
Tuesday
Joan had a long skirt right up to her ankles, paired with a long sleeve turtle neck .
20th February 2013
Wednesday
Jeans and a blouse, long sleeve.
21th Febuary 2013
Thursday
It was the last bit. I did a full physical and mental assessment of myself in front of the mirror.
James : Yes. I am fine.
James : Yes I am good
James : Yes… I got this.
I did not feel the need to release myself as I wanted to save it up for the next day.
When Joan stayed over on Friday, I could have access to her fresh worn lingerie.
The oomph would be stronger if I released it tomorrow.
The only hiccup I had that evening was when Jasper texted me at 10.30pm
Jasper sms : I borrowed 2 condom from your drawer.
I immediately play an mp3 of zen and relaxing music and forced myself to sleep.
22nd Feburary 2013
Friday.
It was another half day of work for us since it’s our company’s annual dinner.
Mr Chan had booked a restaurant and had informed everyone earlier on that it would be a themed party / dinner.
We were to all turn up in old Shanghai clothes to experience that flamboyant era.
Prizes and annual bonus would be pegged to our dressing.
7pm
Seating arrangements were arranged by Siti.
The unofficial word in the office was that depending on where you are seated, you would know if you are getting a promotion and a big increment and bonus.
Mr Chan had this habit.
He arranges the seating and tables as he pleases.
He does not care if he paid for a 10 pax table, if he wanted 8 person on it, it’s 8 person on it.
I arrived at 7 sharp, checking myself in the mirror.
I had on grey pants, and a long sleeve white top. My cufflinks I borrowed from my dad, it was made of silver, in the shape of a rice sickle. He bought it from some sailors more than 20 years ago.