Here’s another pic of Lynn – she always wears these one-piece dresses that end just above her knee. A bit more colour in the dress than her usual getup as she was attending a wedding.
- chapter seven: the first time (continued) -
I tapped the keycard at the lock with a slightly shaky hand. This was it! I pushed open the door to reveal a beautiful, naturally lit loft room. There was a make-up area, small sofa and toilet on the ground floor, and a wooden flight of stairs would take us up to the bed area. No prizes for guessing where we spent most of the next 8 hours…
“It’s a little too bright… can we draw the curtains?” said Lynn with a grin. She seemed so cool and at ease, I would not have been surprised if she had told me she had done this before. But based on my probing over the past week, it did indeed seem that she was not a player at all, and I had hit the motherlode with this gem of a mature lady.
I drew the curtains and turned on the standing lamp. Suddenly the room took on a sexy vibe, as if it were getting ready for what was about to happen next.
I sat on the sofa nervously. This KINDA felt like how it feels to engage a FL, but yet it totally did not at the same time. (I hope I’m making sense here, haha). I was about to have a mindblowing (I hoped) session with a super hot woman, but a) it was free, and b) it wasn’t with a stranger.
Lynn placed her Furla bag on the dressing table-top. “Can I refresh my makeup please, dear?”
“Sure… of course.” If she wanted to look her best for me, why would I say no?
“Thanks. I think I should make myself comfortable first…”
And with that, she stepped out of her Ferragamos into her bare feet.
And with one swift motion, raised her arms behind her back, unzipped her dress as far down it would go, slipped it off her shoulders, and stepped out of her dress.
All I could do was stare at Lynn, transfixed. She was standing before me in nothing but a sexy purple lace bra, and matching lace panties.
“I sure hope you like what you see. If not, also too bad for you, haha!”
Now… who wants to see how that looked like?
- interlude -
I still remember the date of me and Lynn’s first hotel rendezvous: November 4, 2011. For those of you who have been following the timeline, you might note that this was just about one month after we first had lunch at the Indian restaurant. So how did things escalate so quickly between us?
Thinking back, I truly believe it was a case of right, place, right time – 天时地理人和. Lynn was in a eight-year marriage which was largely devoid of physical and emotional satisfaction; I was attached, but a guy being a guy. We had somehow found each other through the complexities of the corporate jungle, and managed to click on intellectual, emotional and physical levels.
As Lynn was a fair-high ranking staff and also an attractive female, she was fairly well-known by all but also somewhat of an enigma to most. As mentioned before, she did not like to socialise in big groups, preferring to stick with a small circle of friends within the company, or with her ex-colleagues whom she had remained close to.
Her name often came up during after-work drinks with my boys or my bosses, when it was usually a sausage party and all everyone talked about was girls.
“This Lynn from Tech Finance… I think she’s the hottest chick in the whole department, man,” Jim from the Helpdesk team commented one day over drinks.
My ears pricked up at the mention of her name. “Really meh? How about all those new grads who just joined earlier this year? Got some sweet young things what.”
Jim made a face. “Please lah bro. Those 小妹妹 all only know how to act cute and dress flirty. Once you get them into the sack, it’s like fucking a blow-up doll – good to look at but no feeling one leh.
“And no, I’m not going to tell you how I know that!” Jim pre-empted to a huge jeer from the boys around the table.
“Yeah… so I would much prefer to bang Lynn. She’s got a pretty face, very well maintained at her age, always dresses well… what’s there not to like?”
I kept quiet and sipped my beer, using the mug to conceal the little smirk on my face. Oh Jim, if you only knew…
Here is the lovely sight of Lynn in her sexy lingerie which I’m now sharing with you bros. My description of her figure so far probably did not do her justice at all; do remember this is a mother of 2 kids…
- chapter eight: a day of firsts -
I sat on the couch like a statue as Lynn stood in front of the mirror powdering her face in her undies. There was no movement at all on my part, with the exception of the growing hardness in my pants.
Lynn and I had made out on numerous occasions in the past month, but this was the first time I was seeing her in a state of undress. And oh man, was she a sight for sore eyes. I knew she was going to be wearing purple lingerie, as she had asked me the night before what I would like her to wear, heheh – but the lace on her bra was a great touch, and the sheerness on the back of her panties allowed me to have a preview of her perky little ass even before she was nude. Wah lau eh, how to tahan?!
Thankfully, Lynn didn’t take too long to touch up her makeup, and soon she was done. “Shall we check out how the loft looks like?” she asked as she padded in her bare feet to the stairs. It was also my first time seeing her without her Ferragamos, and she sure was cute in her true height of just over 1.6m.
As she stood at the bottom of the stairs, she reached back and undid the scrunchie which was holding up her long hair, and shook it out. My oh my, she usually always had her hair up in a bun at the office, so just seeing her with her waist-long hair down was a super turn-on – not just because she looked so sexy, but also because I knew no one else at work would have had the good fortune to witness this but yours truly.
Lynn turned back at me and said: “Stop staring and come upstairs with me dear.” Without waiting for me to follow, she made her way up the stairs to the loft.
And along the way, shed her bra and panties… leaving them as a trail for me to follow as I scrambled up behind her, clumsily losing my clothes in the process as well.
- chapter eight: a day of firsts (continued) -
Lynn was quick in her bare feet – by the time I stripped off and made it up the stairs to the loft, she was already under the covers. I slipped in next to her on the king-sized bed, our naked bodies still yet to make contact.
She looked into my eyes; I did the same to her. “You know dear, once we do this, nothing will be the same again,” she whispered softly.
“That’s exactly what I want…” I replied as I held her small face in both my hands, and kissed her with all my might.
We kissed… and we kissed… and we kissed some more. Finally we were alone in a private world where only the two of us existed. We must have spent about a half hour just kissing and caressing each other. I couldn’t get enough of her smooth bare skin, which was devoid of hair on every part of her body except her head. Her nether regions were bare, revealing her pink pussy lips to me… I couldn’t wait to taste them.
The kisses and caresses eventually gave way to me laying Lynn on her back and taking charge. “Just lie there and close your eyes dear. Let me do everything I want to you.” I threw off the quilt so I could enjoy the sight of Lynn in her full naked glory. She had B-cup breasts which were still perky despite breastfeeding 2 kids previously, and large brown nipples. A little bit of a tummy too but hey, I wasn’t an Adonis myself! And goodness me, one of the biggest turn-ons for me was her waxed pussy which just begged to be devoured.
I kissed Lynn gently over her whole body, every single inch of it. Her neck, her arms – I even kissed her armpits as they were so smooth and she smelt oh so good. (Bros with this fetish should approve…)
And her breasts… of course I spent more time on her boobs, slowly flicking each nipple with my tongue, gently nibbling them to test her sensitivity and reaction. She was a little quiet in bed at first, shutting her eyes tight and biting her lip, as if she was too shy to let it all out.
All that control was broken the moment I set my warm tongue on her even warmer pussy. By then, she was already extremely moist down there, to the point I was literally slurping away her juice to lick her bare clit.
I plunged my tongue deep into Lynn, alternating that with sucking her clit. She bucked her hips upwards to get closer; I responded by slipping two fingers into her at the same time as my cunnilingus action. Two fingers became three… then four.
“Oh my… oh god…”
“‘Dear’ will suit me just fine, no need to call me a god yet,” I quipped in between the licks and fingering. “Hold on tight, I’m just getting started with you.”
Another pic of Lynn for you bros. Check out the long hair which she let down for me before she undressed… can you also see that hint of cleavage? I’ll leave it up to your imagination as to what’s underneath that spaghetti-strap top
I also find her collarbone super sexy.
- chapter nine: two become one -
Lynn’s moans of pleasure got louder as I increased the speed of my licking and fingering. To hear this usually prim and proper lady let out gutteral gasps of ecstasy was a huge turn-on; by now, I was obviously rock hard and needed some attention of my own.
“Oh gawd I’m cumming… oh oh OH!” Lynn’s sweet voice built up to a crescendo just as her orgasm did the same. Her entire body tensed up, then relaxed as the wave of satisfaction came over her.
“It’s my turn now dear…” I flopped onto the bed in mock weariness. “So tired.”
Lynn replied with a smile: “Okay, your turn to lie down and let me do all the work…” She lay her petite frame on top of mine and kissed me passionately, just two jot and sweaty bodies enjoying each other.
She reached down to my hardness and starting stroking me gently, then a little faster.
“I want you to suck me dear. Suck me hard.” Obediently, Lynn moved southwards towards my cock and her lips soon made contact with it.
She wasn’t exactly an expert at blowjobs; certainly I’ve had better with the pros. But the mere sight of this sexy lady, a VP in a top-tier financial institution, a MILF who was the object of many a male colleague’s fantasy – she, who at that very moment had my erect penis fully deep-throated in her mouth… that was almost enough to put me over the edge and release jets of my pent-up sex all the way into her.
But no, that’s not how I wanted our first time to end. I stopped Lynn from sucking me and pulled her close.
“What is it dear… was I too rough on you? I’m sorry… not very used to this.” Lynn apologised sheepishly.
“It’s not that dear, don’t be silly. I just didn’t want to cum in your mouth – not this time anyway.
“Did you enjoy me licking you down there? You taste so sweet.”
Lynn laughed her sweet girlish laugh. “Yes I loved it dear. To tell you the truth, my husband doesn’t do that to me… so it felt oh so good.”
I also found out that Lynn did her own pussy waxing with an epilator in front of the mirror at home. Wah lau, what an incredible sight that must be!
We cuddled a little and kissed some more. My lips were feeling a little sore from all that kissing but I just couldn’t get enough of her soft lips and eager tongue.
My cock was still hard from Lynn’s first blowjob on me… it was now time to seal the deal. I had brought a box (12-pack hahaha!) of condoms with me; it was in my bag downstairs. I could go down to get it… but did I need to?
There was only one way to find out.
I moved on top of Lynn, spreading her smooth legs apart with my knees. My cock was within touching distance of her still-moist pussy; as I leaned down to kiss her, our respective private parts met for the first time.
I looked Lynn deep into her big hazel eyes. “May I…? Should I go get…?”
“I’m on the pill, dear… fuck me now, please.”
- chapter nine: two become one (continued) -
I didn’t need further persuasion. Without hesitation, I entered Lynn without protection, going at it raw. And oh my, was it the most wonderful feeling or what!
Her natural lubrication made it easy for ke to slip into her without much resistance, but yet she was tight enough for me to feel her vaginal muscles grip my throbbing penis as I moved slowly in and out of her. I did not feel the need to pump her like a mad rabbit; I could have done it all day, all night. It felt so, so good.
Lynn had her eyes closed and her arms and legs wrapped tightly arond me. She was moving her hips in unison with mine, as we made love for the first time.
My mind flashed back to the events of the past month: our IM chats, WhatsApp messages, lunches and coffees, hugs and kisses… it all culminated in this. And a very, very satisfying payoff it turned out to be indeed.
I felt like switching this up a little so I asked Lynn if she would like to change position. She said no without hesitation, that lazy girl tsk tsk. So I went on moving inside her slowly, then a little faster, then slowly again…
Until a certain point where I felt that I couldn’t take it any longer. I increased my speed of movement, and so did the volume of Lynn’s moans. I felt her cumming again… and that was my cue.
“Dear… I’m going to cum soon.”
“Cum please…” she replied into my ear softly.
I did not need to ask further… with a few more strong pumps, I moaned uncontrollably as my cock delivered shot after shot after shot of hot cum deep into Lynn’s pussy. It was my first time creampie-ing a girl; and a married one at that, goodness me.
A few minutes passed before I felt strong enough to remove myself from Lynn’s sticky body. As I pulled my now semi-hard cock out of her, I peeked at my handiwork. A slow stream of white liquid was flowing out of her vagina onto the sheets.
“Yikes… I better go wash up!” she yelled as she jumped off the bed and went to the toilet.
I lay on the bed with a satisfied grin on my face. Pulling out my BlackBerry, I was checking my work emails when a naughty thought crossed my mind:
I turned my BlackBerry on to Camera mode.
Lynn came back from the toilet and sat on the edge of the bed while I was still on my BlackBerry. “Oh gosh, my eyes are soooo dry,” she commented as she took out a bottle of eye drops and opened it.
As she tilted her head back to apply the eyedrops, that gave me the opening I needed… to get this shot:
