For the past few days, i have been thinking about my wonderful experience with my colleague, Y. Just thinking of her makes my blood rush into my little bro.
A little introduction about my work:
As per thread title, i am in logistics field. Being constantly outstationed, i hardly get to interact with my colleagues. On some days, i do not even have to turn up in the office. I personally like this arrangement, being free to do what i want as long as i get my job done. On the downside, i hardly have a chance to know anyone in the office. Most of our conversations are on the phone and on whatsapp.
My colleagues from various departments come from many different backgrounds. Males, females, young, old, Indians, Malays, Chinese, Angmos, some own cars, some are in deep debts etc. The girls there do not appeal me, which i believe is good, since i won’t get distracted from my work. This is unlike my previous companies in the same line, where many of the office workers are young chinese ladies from Malaysia, often wearing short skirts to work. Totally my cup of tea
Things have largely remained unchanged in my 1 year or so in the company, until Y appears….
Y is a telephone operator in the company. However, on many occasions, she is often asked to help in other areas, like warehouse work, or company accounts. Sometimes, she is even asked to do home deliveries of small items(by taking cab or public transport), when the company is lacking in delivery manpower. However, she is not the manly girl or the auntie type. Will talk more about her appearance later
As i am hardly around in office, i did not know of her joining the company. It was during one fine day that i first heard of Y’s sweet voice, calling me on my mobile and asked me to deal with a difficult customer. That was my first short encounter with her. It did not leave me with any lasting impression though.
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Johnbass2
Bro
Any happening with female colleage ?
Well, to avoid being a spoiler, can i avoid answering now?
More interesting stuffs will definitely happen
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Originally Posted by
atmos
1st supporter , ur 1st draft vry similar to mine.
Thanks. Similar as in similar to your experience?
Anyway my posts will be slow for now as i am still in moderation. Please be patient with me. I will defintely continue
“oh, a new girl just joined”
This was my first impression. From my guess, she is a local Singaporean Chinese.
I have gradually forgotten about Y as she hardly calls me. It was until 3 months later that i finally saw her for the first time.
Chinese new year was just a few days away. The company boss, however, went MIA and forgot to pay wages for the people in my department. We were all quite angry, some even refused to start the day’s work as they needed the money for CNY.
This was when Y came into the picture as a mediator between us and the boss. She looked stern the whole time when talking to us.
So after an hour’s wait, the boss finally released our salaries to us. I was off to work. As i sat down in my van, i started to think of Y…
“This girl has a thin body which i like”
This was my first impression of her looks. But she is not the typical skinny girl with flat butt, flat boobs + young pretty face which tends to attract many men. Her face is average to above average at best. But i suppose she will still be quite a looker if she puts on more makeup. Decent facial features which may not be the centre of attention, but definitely far from ugly. Her main attraction(or turn off for some men, depending on your taste) will be her mouth and teeth. She has slight buck teeth, probably accentuated by her thin face, which turns into a slight pout when she closes her mouth. Some men will like it, but some will be totally turned off.
But the most important thing about her which really stirred my mind is her thin but shapely body. Probably a pair of full Bs, 1.64m and 42kg. I always loved thin ladies, but most of them have pretty flat figure. Definitely not for Y. Maybe because she is already in her mid or late 20s, and her body is fully developed.
Being a dilligent worker myself, i quickly came back to my senses and off i go on my work journey.
“She is just another girl”, i thought to myself. “Plenty of pretty girls outside, this girl will be forgotten in no time.”
True enough, for the next month or so, i did not think of her anymore. I did not bump into her or talk to her on the phone about work at all.
Having had a few relationships which ended unhappily in the past, I basically never thought of getting into a serious relationship with anymore ladies. Whenever i had encounters with a pretty lady, sex without relationship was the only thing in my mind. But coming from a decent family background, i never proceed to take any action. Instead, i will just mentally imagine myself having sex with the pretty ladies while masturbating at home. A sad life to some men, but definitely not for me as i did not want to get married or get hurt from another relationship. I was free to flirt or talk to girls without making anyone unhappy.
On a very normal working day, i was in the company warehouse dealing with some paperwork, when I saw Y’s familiar thin figure from far….
Anyway, thanks to the people who upped my points, was pleasantly surprised to see my points increased, which means there are people who support me. And thanks to those who posted here who said they are looking forward to my continuation.
“Maybe that’s another new girl?”, I thought to myself.
The figure definitely seem like Y’s. But her back was facing me, so i was not able to tell 100% who this girl was. This girl here had nicer looking hair than Y, and dressed more sexily. I thought this was another girl with Y’s figure. Besides that, the company hires many part timers to help around in the warehouse, so new faces are very common in the company.
I was trying to steal glances at this girl’s back view. She was standing and talking to a seated colleague. She bent a little at her waist as she did, making her short black checkered flare skirt ride up a little, showing more of her back thighs. The skirt reached her mid thighs when she was standing, not incredibly short, but sufficient to tease most men.
(a link to show a similar skirt design
http://www.locomolife.com/store/inde...oducts_id=3946
)
It was only when she turned around a few minutes later that i realised it was Y. She had certainly became sexier this time. The previous time i saw her, she was in an ordinary ponytail hairstyle, long pants, and a lacy short sleeved blouse. However, she had cut her hair into a korean style bob, dyed with brighter colours and a slight perm. She paired a tight black v-neck t-shirt with the flared skirt.
She walked to a colleague seated in front of me and asked him some work related stuffs. I was facing her directly this time. I eventually noticed her lacy half-cup bra under her t-shirt. Her t-shirt was so tight it made the outlines of the lace show. I could only imagine the colour of the bra though.
Throughout this time, i was stealing glaces at her without being noticeable. I was focused on her smooth, slender legs. She was in flats, and her legs are not incredibly fair, but it still looked better than the legs of many other girls. And as i expected previously, she is quite a looker when she puts on more makeup.
Finally, i completed my paperwork. It seem alot more difficult to complete this time round. As i was already running late for my appointment, i quickly left the place. I would have wanted to stay around longer just to steal glances at Y, but i did not want to put my work at risk, so i steadied my mind and left.
Throughout the whole day, be it while meeting people or driving on the roads, my mind was on Y’s waist, skirt and legs…..
“It is just an infatuation. I will probably forget about her in a few days, just like how i have forgotten the many beautiful ladies i have met”, i thought to myself.
However, back at home, my mind was still on Y. While preparing to go to bed, i imagined Y was with me, in exactly the same outfit as i saw her earlier in the day. I grabbed her by her thin waist, our eyes locked onto each other, and started kissing deeply like long lost lovers. I imagined that i laid her down on my bed while our lips are still locked. Then she took out my dick and stroked it till it reaches its full length. At the same time, i reached inside her skirt and played with her clit through her panties. All the while our lips and tongue still in contact.
All these were flowing through my mind while i was closing my eyes and stroking my own dick.
I imagined myself totally stripped naked by her, while she was naked at her top, her flared skirt still on, but panties removed. I used my dick to stroke on her wet vagina for a while, before i finally insert myself inside her.
“AAAAAAAHHHHH~~~”
She gave out a loud, high-pitched moan immediately as i thrust my full length into her. I imagined myself pumping her hard in the traditional missionary position. Her left hand was on my shoulder, grabbing it tigher with every thrust, while her right hand was behind my head, pushing me in for a deep french kiss. Whenever i tried to catch my breath by breaking the kiss, her right hand will push my head back down for more.
As i stroked myself to climax, i imagined that i finally came inside her, and she grabbed me tighter with her hands and legs, cumming at the same time.
I placed my hand on the tip of my penis to catch my own cum. As i finished cumming, i looked at my own semen.
“wow, i havent cummed so much in a long time”, i thought to myself.
I washed my hands, and went to sleep. Preparing myself for the next working day, and hopefully, another glimpse of Y…
“it’s probably another long, difficult day. Sigh”, as i realised the huge amount of work i have to complete today.
Mornings at work is pretty much as usual. I was talking to the company accountant as i settled some paperwork at the same time. Unlike the usual days, however, my mind starts wondering if Y will show up again. I purposely slowed down what i was doing, just to stay around in the warehouse longer.
“To hell with whatever workload i have today”, i thought to myself. In my mind, i was hoping Y will come in with a sexy outfit again.
As i lifted my head up, I saw a slim lady walking in my direction from afar. I unintentionally paused whatever i was doing as i looked at her legs. Y was dressed in an even shorter skirt, showing off more of her smooth slender legs. The proverbial “筷子腿”（direct translation as “chopstick legs”, used to describe slim, beautiful legs) is a very suitable description for her. And how i wish the pair of “chopsticks” will clip me up in between, like how a pair of chopsticks clip up our food.
Finishing up my paperwork, i decided to leave the place. As i walked off, i kept stealing glances at Y from far. She was in a tight black miniskirt today, with a spaghetti strap top and loose black cardigan. Nothing much to shout about, but still attractive enough, especially that the skirt is a few inches above mid thigh. I slowed down my movements, a little reluctant to leave. But i eventually did, to avoid being obvious to my other colleagues.
Again, my whole day is filled with thoughts of Y.
“Is that love?” I thought to myself. No other ladies have made my mind go into roller-coaster mode ever since i became single 4 years ago. This familiar feeling seems to be back…
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