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Random chatter in the car, a few laughs about some silly things. Her body language is slightly facing me and she would lightly touch my arm, sometimes hold it for a few seconds when she laughs or makes a point. A sign of open flirtation. I decided on a pub not far away. One of those neighbourhood pubs where I’m quite sure I won’t bump into anyone I know on a Tuesday night. We ordered a bottle of wine.
Since she was openly flirting with me or so I thought, I decided I will reciprocate. This pub has typical pub-type outdoor round metal table with metal chairs. Instead of sitting opposite each other, I sat next to her so we can be physically closer, easier for physical contact and make each other feel more comfortable. Just in case, I made sure we sat at the end of the outdoor area, facing the plant/bush, which marks out the outdoor area cos our backs are less easy to be recognised by anyone. Being tactically aware.
Wine came, we started drinking and chatting. Started off with common topic, which is where we got to know each other. It’s just easier to talk about work to start with so we went on for quite a bit. I found out her career path after quitting and also how she worked her way up to her role now. I used it to lead into more personal stuff. Asked her about her relationships and if she’s moved on and fine now. She related everything in a light hearted manner so I figured she is well and truly over the failed marriages and happy with her life now.
When she was talking about her second husband, she was quite animated. She leaned forward, hand on my arm while talking about how it went from bliss to bust, how she suspected something was wrong because he suddenly stopped fucking her. She was very open, with some expert probing from me, and revealing how often they were having sex. She made him sound like a really horny guy who always wanted it yet at the same time, she didn’t seem to realise she was also making herself seem exactly the same. I caught myself grinning. Hahaa. I made a mental note she has no issues talking about sex and also gathered she would have at least one FB. (So where is he tonight I thought?).
All the while she was talking, our bodies were almost facing each other, I could clearly smell her perfume and I’m damn sure she sprayed on the inside of her hair too. I got a few hardons. Intermittently, I stole a few glances at her cleavage, which wasn’t much. 34B I guessed. She really has very good skin, expensively maintained I guessed again. I’m sure she saw those few times when I broke eye contact. Whether she realised or not, I was at the same time reciprocating her physical contact. Whenever she has her hand on my arm, I will have my other hand her knee or on her hand if the other hand is on her knee. She seemed completely at ease I deduced.
I pushed on. Instead of touching her knee area, I moved up to touch her thigh intermittently as we are talking. Making it seem as natural as possible, alternating between thigh and shoulder. No objections or resistance that I can detect. Her body language is still telling me she is comfortable with the proximity, physical touch, eye contact, etc. which is good news because I have already fucked her brains out 10 tens in my head. Lol
Then what I hope would not happen…happened. She asked “how does it feel being married? Happy?” Right after she asked that, her hand withdrew, body turned a little bit away, she leaned back, reached for a cig and lit up. This is not good. I joined her in lighting a cig and stretched my arm to the backrest of her chair. So I’m still facing her, arms stretched to behind her back, so very close to touching but not touching.
I replied “You know what it’s like. You done it twice.” Then we both let out a laugh. “and you know what it is NOT like” then we laughed again. As she was laughing the second time, she turned to face me again so my wrist is now by her shoulder touching. I always believe no woman’s touch is accidental. They feel a sense of comfort and security with you. The timing and how you capitalise on that determines whether you go into the “just friends bucket” or more than that.
I adjusted my arm a little so now my hand is on her arm by her shoulder and I rubbed her arm a bit and said “I don’t really play around anymore but something unexpected did happen not too long ago”. This got her interest and she leaned forward closer, playfully and seductively said “oh, do tell”.
Thanks for the support bros! Starting my leave after today so a bit busy clearing stuff today. Will continue shortly!
So I start telling her about the young 22yo french girl I had a little fling with (I wrote briefly about it in another thread). I told her how it was just a little bit of fun with my friends to bring back some good old times going to clubs and whatever happened was totally unexpected.
She has been quite openly talking about sex so it is important I show her I’m willing to share as well. As I was relating the event I could tell she was really interested and possibly aroused. How do I know? As I was telling her what happened that night and then the next few days, her mouth was slightly opened, eyes wide in parts where I was describing the sex (she was probing and asking for details), as I was almost whispering, she leaned in very close. She is completely absorbed in the story.
Our faces are almost side by side, her lips inches from me and so tempting to kiss those red luscious lips. My arm was almost around her back, touching and rubbing her right shoulder blade while talking and…her right hand was on my thigh. She was doing what I was doing to her just now! She was intermittently rubbing my thigh ever so lightly and when she was doing that, her beautifully manicured nails would scratch my skin ever so lightly.
I was already getting hard while recalling what happened with the french girl, throw in N’s proximity, her perfume scent and her hand on my thigh…omg…my lil bro is straining pitch a tent inside my shorts!
I did not give every single detail for obvious reasons. However, enough details to firstly create an erotic sequence of pictures in her mind. Secondly, demonstrate I’m capable of stepping up to the plate when the opportunity to play is there. Thirdly, it’s nothing more than fun, laughter, sex and joy. Last but not least and perhaps the most important is when I play, I put in effort to make it mutually comfortable and enjoyable. Such as book a nice hotel with high regard for privacy and discretion, throw in niceties like a nice dinner, champagne, etc… So if I read her right and play this right, she will not get a treatment worse than what I have presented.
As expected, she let on about her sexventures. Humans are naturally competitive, only the intensity differs. So naturally she wants to show she has her share of fun and can hold her own. She did not have anyone for about half a year after her divorce then she dated someone for a few months, which did not work out. He wants to get married but she is over that completely.
So from Nov last year till around May this year, she had a FB she said. Started out to be regular as they all do, a few times a week dwindling to once/twice a week to once/twice a month. I believe her because that can easily and naturally happen in a FB arrangement as it is NSA after all. She also said it in a nonchalant manner and was trying to recall when was the last time so I found it believable. She claimed she started to lose interest gradually especially after that guy, who is single, told her he would like to date her for real. Then he made the calamitous mistake of courting her, which made her siam. I chuckled to myself inside.
Then from behind us, “Sir, Ma’am we are closing”. We were too engrossed, checked time and it’s almost 1am. We’ve been chatting non-stop for 3hrs! Took the bill and we left.
In the car, I continued the conversation. She doesn’t have FB since and ONS only twice. Perhaps sensing what I will ask next, she said the next thing that confirm for me 100% I got her liao. She turned to face me and touched my arm then said “I have 2 dildos I play with because frequently I get so horny I need to release”.
I acted calm and poker faced. Driving, eyes front and I asked “how about now?”. She went silent for a few seconds and withdrew her hand. Still silence in the car, I placed my hand on her thigh, stroking it without rejection. Then I moved up her thigh, turned for a split second and saw her head leaning on the headrest, turned slightly, looking outside. My fingers touched her thong, she breathed in then her hand held my hand to stop me from going further. A bit anti-climax but it’s ok. She said “no no. Please don’t. Sorry”. I smiled, withdrew my hand and said “no worries”.
She probably thought I am angry at the rejection so she put her hand on my crotch to sayang me through my shorts and then giggled.
N: You are hard already.
Me, as calm as I can: I have been hard on and off the whole night. Starting from when you got into the car.
She giggled again, still touching. Nbcb.
Me: Just being honest. What’s up with the heels anyway?
N: I want to feel sexy dear. Makes my legs look longer. You find it sexy?
Me: Sexy as hell but can see cannot touch as good as nothing. Getting hard is a natural reaction. Same as you getting horny.
I’m getting that cannot tahan feeling because she keeps touching me. I can tell she also wants it but for some reason I’m not getting it. I decided I will play suave and follow my tried and tested rules of engagement…I will let it go.
As I turned into her condo, past the security guard, she leaned over, kissed my ear, licked my ear all around and then tongue fuck my ear. It feels great and I let out a heavy breath in pleasure but I know its a teaser. She whispered “I’m going back to my toys now” and we got to her block. We kissed on the lips once, twice then frenched kissed. She tried to grab my dick but I stopped her, smiled and said “enough for tonight. Have fun”. We kissed on the lips again and she left.
Interesting night and I have to strike while the iron is hot but there is only a 2-night window to execute this.
Wednesday.
Busy morning of internal meetings. Got back to my desk just before noon and saw a few whatsapp messages from N. The tone went from friendly to pissed off over more than 3hrs of no response from me. Anyway, I quickly replied to say I’ve been in back to back meetings and I’m quite amused she got annoyed.
It turned out to be all good then I asked if she wanted to meet tonight. Her response was “where?” which got me thinking if I suggest dinner/drinks, I’m just going to end up with a full tank again at the end of the night. See, both our places are not possible to have sex and after regaling her with my tales, that leaves only one good option. I called the hotel, my favourite for such jaunts. Favourite type of room is available for 2 nights. I texted her back to tell her I already made plans for us IF she can stay out for 2 nights to make it worthwhile. In reality, I have not booked anything. Given the small window of opportunity available, I go for broke. Give her a challenge, see how sincere she is or just cock teasing me. She told me to hold on while she make arrangements. Half an hour later, she confirmed. She spinned a story to her parents and children. Her parents are used to babysitting anyway when she goes away for business.
She needed to go home to grab some stuff as do I. We agreed to drive ourselves to be discreet. I called the hotel to book the room. Fast forward to 8pm. I reached first, check in and survey the room and outdoor area. Swee, looks great or maybe it’s the adrenalin that comes with the anticipation. Put champagne on ice, other bottle in the fridge and opened up the chocolates. I had done some fast and furious shopping…hehe. I texted her where to park, room details and directions then proceeded to take a shower.
Around 930pm, knock knock on the door then I heard the door open. I had texted her to come right in as I will be chilling in the back. She called out my name, I replied to asked her to come to the back. When she saw me, she giggled, laughed, mock impressed face, etc…but I had achieved the effect of eliminating any possible awkwardness. I was posing for her…smoking, champagne in ice bucket, glass of champagne next to me, another glass, empty, for her and chocolates next to the champagne.
I took a drag of my cig, popped a piece of chocolate, sip of champagne and asked her to join me. She could not stop laughing. She went inside, changed to her bikini (oh yes, I asked her to pack it), came out and was still laughing. I’m a big believer in the Marilyn Monroe quote “If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything”.
On leave damn shiok… Got time to pen down my experiences.
I poured a glass and handed it to her. She sat outside, legs in the water with a huge smile. We clinked our glasses and she mouthed a “Thank you”. Her body isn’t fantastic. As I described before, wide and not slim, boobs 34B would be very close to what it is from the bikin visual and she has visble stretch marks. Ass isn’t perky but rather it’s meaty. I have had hotter bods but with her, it’s the whole appeal and she turns me on. I’m sure other bros have similar experiences.
I asked her to join me in the water, she walked to the steps and I stood up to hold her hand as she walked in. My lil bro is on attention to salute her. She giggled and said “oh hello”, I smiled and said “that’s a salute to you”. The water is a bit cool for her so she shuddered a bit. We cheers again in the water then I moved to pull her close, eye to eye, lip to lip, I pressed forward and we kissed. Softly, sensually, we engaged in a long kiss until I feel both of us are completey relaxed. It’s been a long day after all. We broke for a break to down the champagne and moved to the edge. I poured another glass for us and she fed me chocolate, sibei shiok. We took another sip then put our glasses down. With my back was against the wall, I placed my arms by the side her waist, she reached for my erected dick and commented on the hardness and we kissed again very sensually.
After another long kiss and still in each other arms, she told me something that surprised me greatly, left me to curse myself inside my head and I felt guilty.
N: Remember the year before I left the company, we had a overnight offsite at <this place>?
Me: Yes. That was fun!
N: After dinner, when everyone was hanging around, chatting and drinking, I asked if anyone want to watch football with me.
Me: I think so. Why?
N: I meant it as watch football in the room.
Me: Ok so?
N: Everyone said no but I was hoping you would say yes.
Me a bit stunned: But you asked the group I was drinking with right?
N: Cannot make it so obvious right?
Me still stunned: You mean…
N in her most deh tone and pouting: Ya la, I was scanning all you guys when we were playing in the pool and I kept looking at you and started to feel I want. I wanted you but you turned me down.
I could feel my eyes widen and I was completely speechless. I felt like an amateur, idiot, nerd… I wanted to shoot myself.
Me: I…I…I totally did not get it. I thought I thought… you only like ang mohs and you were dating the ang moh, now ex-husband.
N still deh: Ya but so what?
Me: Fuck me. Seriously, I had no clue and did not pick up on that.
N: I thought you did not find me sexy and didn’t want me.
Me trying to defend myself hopelessly: I always felt you are so desirable but… So what happened after that?
N: I went back to my room played with myself lor.
I feel fucking stupid and guilty I really really didn’t jump on that chance back then. She look so seductive when pouting.