Have time to kill in the office today, and I was reading some of the accounts of the bros here. Quite inspiring I must say. In fact they were so inspiring that they prompted me to pen my own experience and share with the bros here. This happened when I was 25, in 2002.
I was in the midst of looking for a job after quitting my last one. Times weren’t too fantastic back then so it was taking a little time to find another job. I had sent out resumes in the weeks prior and was waiting for replies. When the replies were slow or non-existent, I started to feel like crap. I decided that I needed to get out of the house or I’d go mad. I ended up going to a coffee bean and it became the spot I’d spend a few hours each day having a Snapple and reading a book. Within a week of starting this new routine, I ran into her.
I was doing my usual thing, having my Snapple, reading a book and smoking. I was seated near the corridor, on the outside. From the corner of my eye I noticed a nicely cut figure of a woman putting some plastic bags of groceries onto a chair at an adjacent table. I turned my attention to her. She was wearing a spaghetti-strap top and a white pair of ass-hugging shorts, and her back was facing me. I remember the shorts clearly because I was looking hard see what kind of underwear she was wearing (It was a pair of white lacey thongs). I was thinking “That ass deserves a good slapping”. As she turned around to walk into the shop to get a drink, she looks at me for a while. I thought “that’s it lah, gonna get bitched at”. I return my attention to my book. She walks over and calls out my name. I look up with a blur-cock look and start trying to recall who she is. Sensing my difficulty, she volunteers her name.
End of part 1
Sharon. She was an old friend from my teenage years; we used to hang out with the same group of friends and she was dating a friend of mine. I had not seen her since she broke off with my friend, a good 8 or 9 years ago at that time. Back then she was a pretty 16 yr-old Chinese girl with tanned skin, straight shoulder length hair and stood at about 1.65m. She was in the Track team in school and I remember that she had a nice toned pair of legs and ok sized tits, not too sure about the measurements though. (Last time still young, had a lot to learn). Quite a change from the woman that stood before me. She was a little taller, still tanned but now with the tan lines that suggested that she does some sun tanning. Her hair was now a little wavy and was highlighted. Her body was more toned and the biggest change was her boobs, she had a firm pair of 38C-cups. The fact that she was not wearing a bra and her tits were pert was testament to their firmness (I thought that she might have had a boob job but I later found out that this was not the case). I also noticed her nipples through her top that she wore.
I invited her to join me, which she happily did. After she got her drink and I moved her bags to my table, we did some catching up. She was now doing freelance writing for magazines and is married to a guy who does off-shore work on oil rigs. His job requires him to travel often and some times for months at a stretch. They were married when she 22, 3 years prior. She just moved into a new apartment nearby and was stocking up on supplies before starting with the unpacking. We talked for a long time and she said that she had to get back and put her groceries in the fridge, I offered to help her bring her shopping back to her place. She responded saying “That’s so sweet of you” and gave me a little squeeze on my forearm.
When we got into her place, I was greeted by boxes upon boxes of stuff. I made a comment like”your husband expects you to unpack all this on your own?” or something to that effect. She said no choice, he to go on a job 3 weeks ago and their previous place was rented. If she didn’t move to their place now, they would have to pay an additional month’s rent. I offered to help her with some of the heavy lifting if I wasn’t going for interviews and if her husband was ok having a man he has never met in his new home alone with his beautiful wife. Upon hearing this she flashed a megawatt smile and laughingly said “If he is not around to do his husbandly duties, he shouldn’t bitch if I get someone to do it.” I looked at her and responded slyly with a fake evil look, “Just what kind of duties are we talking about here….” We both laughed. Truth be told, I was kind of glad to have something else to do to kill time and being around a good looking woman was an added plus. So over the next few days I came over I the mornings to help her out. That’s when things got a little complicated…….
End of Part 2
The first few days passed without incident. I’d come over and Sharon would be in shorts & singlets usually. I noticed that she didn’t wear any bras and she liked wearing ass hugging shorts. Good thing I wore baggy bermudas or she’d see my happy stick. I’d go off in the evenings, sometimes we’d go for dinner nearby. On the fateful day, I rang her doorbell but she didn’t come immediately. I rang it again and this time Sharon came out hurriedly, dripping wet and looking flustered. She opened the door, grabbed me by the hand and led me into the kitchen. The floor was flooded, water was on the walls, there was a towel stuffed into sink and water was spraying out of the faucet, or what was left of it. She pushed me forward and said “Quick, fix it!” and pointed to a wrench next to the sink. I went ahead and tried to see what I could do. I couldn’t see what was wrong cause the towel was in the way, I moved it slightly and next thing you know, the spray gets bigger and I’m soaked. It dawns on me that I should shut the mains off first and I go out of the apartment and do so. I get back and start repairing the faucet. Turns out it was dripping and she thought that she could fix it. Sharon fiddled with it and ended up removing the knob and taking off the head. I joked with her saying that this is what happens when you play with the head, you get sprayed. “Idiot!” was the only thing she came up with.
While I was fixing the various parts back, Sharon leaned over next to be to see what I was doing. She had crossed her arms and rested on her elbows while leaning forward. In doing so, she was squishing her tits together and lifting them up slightly. I looked over and my dick got to attention. I was looking down her deep cleavage and her singlet had opened just enough for me to see her brown nipple on the right tit. It was the size of a twenty cent coin and it was erect!! Must have been the cold water I thought to myself. I must have been looking for a while because she turned to me and then checked herself to see what I looking at. Sharon then goes “Enjoying the show?” I snapped out of my trance and quickly apologise. “Sorry for what? Not nice to see meh?” She said. I said no lah, quite nice, sorry for not asking for permission. She then puts her hand on my crouch and come in contact with my hard cock. She was not expecting that because she blushed a little and tried to recover saying, “Now we both have done something without permission and have had a pleasant surprise.” She then went to get a mop to dry up the floor and I finished fixing the faucet. We both worked in an uncomfortable silence.
When we were done, she offers me a towel to dry off and says I can dry my clothes in the dryer and she’ll get me a set of her hubby’s clothes for me to use. I head to the guest toilet and strip down, wrap myself in the towel and throw me stuff in the dryer and start it up. Sharon comes out with the clothes and hands them to me asking me if I want a pair of undies. Hell no! No way was I going to wear another man’s undies. I changed into the dry clothes while she went off to do the same. The shorts fit me like the boxers I use to sleep in, comfy and big to allow me to hang free. She calls out from the room and tells me to help myself to a drink from the fridge. I grabbed a beer and sat on the sofa, flipping through the magazines on the table. When Sharon came out she surprised me by do so in a oversized shirt. She claimed that she was too busy unpacking and had no time to do the laundry, the pair of shorts she got wet was last clean one. She then notices me drinking a beer and goes “Where’s mine?” and gets one from the fridge and sits next to me.
End of part 3
Drinks in hand, we flip on the tube and scan through the channels, stopping on to catch something on Discovery. After finishing the beers in Sharon’s fridge, we start opening some wine and needless to say, I’m feeling a little tipsy and she was “happy”. She then says she needs to lie down and proceeds to plonk down on the sofa resting her head on my lap. “You don’t mind do you?” she slurred. Shit no, I thought to myself, you can suck my dick while you’re there. Of course what I thought and said were quite different. I said sure. After a while, when I thought she was asleep, mini me was acting up. I nudged her gently to see if she was out, no response. I slowly laid my hand on one of her tits and yes, no bra. I gave it a slight squeeze and it was great, soft to the touch but firm enough offer a little resistance. Sharon did not wake up so I got bolder. I started to gently tweek her nipples and it got hard almost immediately. Blood was rushing to little bro and flag raising ceremony started. After a while Sharon started let out little sounds, like soft moans. I stopped, thinking she was waking up but when I realised that she was not waking up but was actually enjoying my tuning, I continued…
I got braver and turned my “attack” to what caught my attention in the first place, her ass!! As I touched her ass cheek for the first time, I swallow hard finding that she was not only braless but pantyless as well. I softly rubbed her firm ass and gently pulled her shirt up. It was really oversized and that was good, gave me room to work. I managed to uncover the shirt all the way above her ass, just shy of the waist. Surprise, surprise. She was shaved smoother than a baby’s butt and her tan line was confined to the crotch area as far as I could tell. I felt a little pre-cum form on my dick. I wanted to slip a finger in her pussy but my way in was blocked because of her position. I opted to go for a feel of her tit, in the flesh so to speak. I worked my way into the shirt and snaked my hand to her mound. Contact….. It was silky and smooth, warm to the touch. I groped it and pulled gently at her still hard nipple. As I was having my fill, I was contemplating if I should give mini me some relief. Before I could come to a decision, I felt something at my groin. I looked down and saw that Sharon had slipped a hand into my shorts and was grabbing a hold of my dick. She pulled on it and held it softly first, then tighter as she stroked me. I stopped my assault and she spoke, “Why are you stopping? Is the shirt in the way?” And with that she got up, turned to me and pulled the shirt off to reveal her taunt body. My virgin look at her full glory is a sight I will not forget. Her tan line told me that she sun bathed in the skimpiest of bikinis. (This I confirmed, but that’s another story)
End of part 4
If you like the story so far, please let me know so that I’ll continue
Thanks for the encouraging words, Brothers. Here’s the next installment.
Part 5
It had been a while since I had a bonk, and see her shapely figure in all its naked glory was almost enough to make me cum right there and then. I sat there stunned like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming vehicle, and in a way that’s kind of what it was. Her 38C headlights were pointed right at me and they had me under a spell. Sharon tossed the shirt aside and knelt between my legs, moving ever closer to my full mast that was pointing right at her. She reached out with both hands and laid them at the sides of my face at the jaws. She gingerly pulled me towards her. My gaze shifted and fixed on her eyes. Though Sharon was intoxicated, it barely showed in her black pearl like eyes. Her eyes were slightly glazed over but they seemed to speak to me, it was not lust or love I saw in them, they sent me a message of yearning. No, it was more than that. Her eyes told me that she wanted to be held, to be seen and more importantly, to feel wanted. At this point I felt a little guilty because it seemed like I was taking advantage of her. I reached out and touched her cheek; it was warm, almost hot. “Sharon, are you sure you want to do this?” I asked. She stopped for a moment, smiled sweetly at me and pulled me closer.
She gave me a soft kiss on the lips and put her arms around my neck and gave me a tight hug. Instinctively, I wrapped my own arms around her waist and back, in doing so I slid forward a bit and held her closer. Sharon head rested on my shoulder, her chest was against mine and her breasts were pressed into my chest. My dick was at her navel and our hug had caused it to be pushed flat against her, pointing up. She then released her hold on me and her arms slid from around my neck, across my shoulder, down my arms till her hands were on mine. She took hold of my right hand with both of hers, lifted it and brought it to rest on her left breast. She changed her hold and using her hands, she guided me to fondle her tit. With my left hand, I ran my fingers through her lush locks and when I had my hand at the back head, I pulled her toward me and brought her lips to mine once again. This time we were locked in a passionate French kiss, she darted her tongue into my mouth and I reciprocated in the same fashion. Our tongues lashed against each other, as if engaging in a fight. I sucked her tongue and she purred like a kitten being stroked. I broke our lip lock and planted little pecks on her, slowly making my way to her right ear. I first kissed, then sucked her earlobe and finally licked it while letting out a controlled breath. “oohhh” she moaned. It was music to my ears…
End of part 5
Firstly, thank you to the brother who have upped my points. Your words of encouragement / appreciation are gratitude enough for me. But having been upped for it, especially since I’ve never recieved upping before, is not something to dismiss lightly. “Domo Arigato” to all for you.
Next, I was zapped by someone who left a message saying something like “What goes around, come around” and “Beware of Karma”. To this person, I argee with you. But having said that, I feel I must clarify something. I may not be holy person, but neither am I an evil person. In life we make decisions that we must be responsible for. I am a firm believer in “Do unto others what you would have them do unto you”. But this maxim is dependant on who’s point of view you are looking from. From your point of view, I am wrong for being with another man’s wife. Generally that’s correct. But from my point of view, I don’t know the dude from the next joe, I don’t own him squat, he doesn’t pay my bills. Whereas “Sharon” is a friend, if you ask her how she feels about this, she’ll probably tell you that she is thankful that I was there. The main reason why things happened the way they did was that though she loved her husband, he didn’t do what a loving husband should have done. She was left alone very often and had few friends to confide in, even fewer to share the weight in her heart. She felt comfortable to let me in her life and share her burden. Till today we are close friends and confidants even though we both eventually decided to leave the sex out. This speaks to the nature of out relationship. We have strong feelings for each other, the expression of it was a little different, that’s all. But you are right, it’s morally wrong but I don’t regret being there for someone I love as a huamn being. I am not trying to justify what occured, but often in life, between right and wrong, there a big area of uncertainty. Please don’t get it wrong, I’m not angry but maybe you should consider that another maxim,“Do not judge others, least you be judged youself”
Just my few cents worth……..
Let them say what they want. It’s their mouth.
Honestly, how good can they be if they come in read and then comment on others?
Not happy, IMO, don’t read. Come here, read already, there in their mind they fantasize it’s them doing the gal.
How good can they get?
Carry on with your story bro.
Will UPZ you when I regain power.
bro nice story, kinda in a similar situation as you are,but i jammed the brake before it move into full swing, but all i can say is it takes two hands to clap, not one ^^.
cheers
PS
Bro Project Sawadee,
That’s very true. And the fact of the matter is that we are consenting adults. Good that you can brake in time. I tap the brake a bit but got the all clear so I just gun it lah.
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Let them say what they want. It’s their mouth.
Honestly, how good can they be if they come in read and then comment on others?
Not happy, IMO, don’t read. Come here, read already, there in their mind they fantasize it’s them doing the gal.
Hahahah, you said it man.