Cradling each firm breast in her hands, Adeline positioned her tits in the bra cup, and and drew both ends of the front clasp together. What can I say? This front closing bra gave her an amazing push-up effect. Adeline used a manicure foot to pull the matching panties closer to where she stood, and deftly placed her left foot first into the left leg opening, then her right foot into the other. With a little wriggling and manoeuvring, the sheer panty was bunched around her ankles.
Indeed, a great position for panties to be, if you know what I mean…
Adeline gave me a wink. My eyes were glued to her cleavage, the view all the more breathtaking as she bent down to draw the panties upwards along her smooth legs over the cute bum.
“There,” said Adeline, as she made a turn for me to inspect her. “What do you think?”
Right there and then, if eyes could be hungry, then mine must have been downright famished.
Adeline was simply - stunning.
Her bosoms were thrust upwards and together to form a jaw-dropping spectacle that was her cleavage. I gazed in amazement at the gentle curve of flesh that started from her collarbone to the generous swell cradled in the bra. The purpose of the thin, almost transparent material of the bra cups was to tantalise, as Adeline’s hard pointed nipples and petite brown areolas could be clearly seen.
Below her flat tummy was a light thatch of hair, and below that was the low scoop of the waistband of the equally sheer high-cut panties. The only bits of fabric not transparent on the panties were the waistband and lace trimmings around the leg openings. At the apex of her legs, and framed by the insanely immodest panties, was the top of her pussy lips. And that swollen little ridge of flesh that ended off with her clit.
The outfit was not meant to protect a woman’s modesty.
It was meant to display.
My knees literally felt weak, and I dropped down and buried my face in her tummy while running my hands up and down her bum and legs.
Adeline laughed softly and held my head in her arms.
I sat on the floor and pulled Adeline close, my face at the same level as her pussy. I could detect the heavy aroma of Adeline’s sexual readiness. Nuzzling my nose in that little space between her legs, I sensed that the thin undergarment was already soaked. The sheer pair of panties came off in one fluid motion, and I immediately buried my face between her legs and began my oral assault on her clit.
Adeline stood before me, her eyes closed. She was biting on her lower lip to stifle her moans of pleasure. My persistent attention on her sex resulted in yet another heavy flow of her juices flowing down the insides of both thighs. I felt her pussy clench around a finger, and I throttled back a little. I stood up, and gave her a deep kiss.
“Put the nightie on for me,” I directed.
Face flushed and panting, Adeline didn’t make a show of removing the bra. Just before the reached for the just-as-transparent lavender nightgown hanging off a wall hook, she bent down and took the head of my cock in her expert mouth.
I almost came. Adeline’s eyes met mine as her lips engulfed the head, and she ran her tongue lightly along the underside of the glans. She then took my whole rod in her mouth, then withdrew slowly, maintaining a strong suction as my dick pulled out.
She pulled the nightgown over her head, and tugged here and adjusted there to accentuate all the right places on her body. The cups of the nightie were of a transparent, satiny material – no surprises there. There was no push-up effect to speak of, but Adeline’s boobs stood out fully, and proudly, on their own. The rest of the garment flared out from the under-bust, a soft velvet-like fabric with lace undertones. The hem of the nightgown, however, left nothing to the imagination as it danced merrily at the level of Adeline’s bum.
In other words, it was deliberately too short.
And any lady wearing this for her man was, essentially, offering herself on a silver platter.
Overcome with a deep mutual desire, we embraced tightly.
“Does this make me look like a slut?” Adeline breathed into my ear as our hands roamed desperately around each other’s bodies in the confines of the changing room.
“Far from it,” I said as I looked into her eyes. “You’re a goddess.”
Adeline beamed the sweetest smile at me and placed both hands on my shoulders, and pressed me down to sit on the floor. Her legs went astride my body, and her lowered herself down to meet me at eye level. I felt her hand take hold of my dick, and she stroked her dripping sex with the swollen head.
Then, inch by inch, she enveloped me in her warmth.
To say that the sex was… amazing… would be an understatement. We could not keep our hands off each other, and Adeline’s expert teasing had brought the both of us to a near sexual boiling point.
She came within a few minutes of penetration, and moaned quite loudly. Startled, I brought her in for a deep kiss to muffle her sounds of pleasure.
My turn came, and I came hard - my penis twitching in intense spasms as I deposited spurt after spurt of my seed into Adeline.
We held each other in post-orgasmic bliss, then grinned at each other and quickly put our clothes back on.
I’d ruined another one of her G-strings, so she had to wear the sheer maroon panties. Adeline decided to ditch the tube top and opted for the matching bra. She liked the nightgown too, so I ripped the price tags off both sets of lingerie to present to the salesgirl for payment.
A young couple and a middle-aged lady looked at us as we stepped out of the changing room. The couple gaped at us, open-jawed; while the middle-aged lady shot us a look of disapproval. Apparently they’d heard us when we reached our grand finale.
Adeline smiled demurely and gave a polite wave, and I presented the price tags to the dumbstruck salesgirl.
‘By visa, please. No need for a bag," I said with as straight a face as possible.
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
6:45pm
Mido Cafe, Temple Street,
Yau Ma Tei, Kowloon, HK
After paying up and departing the lingerie section with as much dignity as we could muster, Adeline and I burst out into laughter when we exited the Grand Central Department Store proper.
We drifted… from the Avenue of Stars and up to Kowloon Park where we took photos on a digital camera. We strolled along the winding streets of the Hong Kong Observatory, then crossed Nathan Road over to Jordan. We checked out the trinkets and useless items on sale at the stalls along Temple Street.
We held hands, never letting go.
The sun and set, and we were getting hungry.
We found ourselves in front of the
Mido Cafe
at Temple Street, pretty famous a rustic local eatery or
茶餐廳
(“cha chaan teng”) with decor that harked back to the 1950s.
“Ah Shing used to bring me here,” Adeline commented stoically.
“I heard it’s good,” I said, as I tugged her with me and we headed into the restaurant.
We found a cosy table for two on the second floor, close to where there were a row of curved windows.
After ordering a pork rib baked rice and a pork chop baked rice, we talked about our life experiences while waiting for our orders to come. Adeline was intrigued by the fact that Singaporean guys had to do national service, and I shared stories - funny and tragic - from my stint as a combat medic.
Our food arrived, and we ate with gusto. The day’s… physical activities… had worked up quite an appetite. We didn’t say much, but were comfortable in each other’s silence, exchanging a smile from time to time.
We each ordered a popular red bean shaved ice dessert, and continued talking until the dinner crowd thinned out and we lapsed into an easy silence again.
I took in the vision that was Adeline: her almond-shaped face framed by lightly dyed brown tresses that tumbled down her shoulders. Her white shirt was tied back to the way it was earlier in the day, except that I could see the hint of her newly-acquired sheer maroon bra. And two delightful points where her nipples demanded to have their presence noticed.
The neon signs cast a slightly other-worldly glow into the interior of the restaurant.
And enhancing the mood was the faint strains of 情人的眼淚 (“Lover’s Tears”) playing from someone’s MP3 player:
為 什 麼 要 對 你 掉 眼 淚
Why am I shedding tears for you
你 難 道 不 明 白 為 了 愛
How can you not know it is for love?
只 有 那 有 情 人 眼 淚 最 珍 貴
Only for one with feelings are tears so precious
一 顆 顆 眼 淚 都 是 愛 都 是 愛
Each teardrop is for love, it’s all for love.
為 什 麼 要 對 你 掉 眼 淚
Why am I shedding tears for you?
你 難 道 不 明 白 為 了 愛
How can you not know it is for love?
要 不 是 有 情 郎 跟 我 要 分 開
If my lover were not leaving me
我 眼 淚 不 會 掉 下 來 掉 下 來
My tears would not be falling, not be falling.
好 春 纔 來 春 花 正 開
Spring has returned, spring flowers bloom;
你 怎 捨 得 說 再 會
How can you say farewell?
我 在 深 閨 望 穿 秋 水
I stay at home, impatiently waiting;
你 不 要 忘 了 我 情 深 深 如 海
Do not forget my love, deep as the ocean.
為 什 麼 要 對 你 掉 眼 淚
Why am I shedding tears for you?
你 難 道 不 明 白 為 了 愛
How can you not know it is for love?
要 不 是 有 情 郎 跟 我 要 分 開
If my lover were not leaving me,
我 眼 淚 不 會 掉 下 來 掉 下 來
My tears would not be falling, not be falling.
Deep in thought, Adeline had turned to face out towards the row of windows.
I saw a tear creep slowly down her cheek.
Was it for Ah Shing?
Was it for us?
I reached across the table and brushed the tear away.
Adeline held my hand, and turned back with a smile.
But I saw sadness in her eyes.
My heart broke as well… over what I was planning to eventually do.
Friday, 7 August 2009
6:25am
My flat in Bedok
My eyes opened. It was 5 more minutes until my alarm went off.
The dream recalling my last day in Hong Kong played back
everything
in excruciating detail - the sights, sounds, textures… emotions… and Adeline.
I felt a trail of moisture at the side of my face.
… It had come from my eye.
I wiped it away, slapped the alarm button and prepped myself for the 4th day of getting things back into shape at Allison & Omari.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
Hmmm… didn’t expect that whole flashback with Adeline to be so long.
Losing focus here. And running low on ideas.
Since my not-so triumphant return to Allison & Omari, Mr Chiang and I had kept a respectful distance from each other.
I spoke to Darren a day or two ago about when we could get rid of that fat asshole.
“We can’t dismiss the head of an organisation so soon after acquisition. It’s bad for staff morale, and could reflect very badly on both the acquiring entity and the acquired. You know the rules of the game,” reasoned Darren.
“Not unless he does something that warrants immediate dismissal, due process has to be followed. Even if it means keeping him on and seeing if he can help turn things around according to the Manticore team’s plans. I know you hate his guts. But don’t make this personal.”
Damn.
So as much as I’d like more than an arm’s length of distance away, I knew that interaction with him would be inevitable.
But increasingly, Mr Chiang wanted to remind us of his status as company President and make his presence felt. He’d stroll through the corridors of Allison & Omari, and on a few occasions walked by my small room and peer in, as if I weren’t there. When the turnaround team and I held discussions at the Base, the nickname we gave our meeting room, several times Mr Chiang’s irritating visage would float past outside the frosted glass panels.
It’s a small thing, but what really pisses me off is that fact that he started whistling while he did his ego-masturbation walkabouts.
The tune he whistles?
My Way
, made popular by Frank Sin atra.
How subtle.
So, Mr Chiang, go ahead and mark your territory like a dog pissing on a fire hydrant.
I, for one, sent out this email:
From:
[email protected]
_ventures.com
Sent:
6 Aug 2009 9:06 AM
To:
Allison&Omari – All Staff
CC:
[email protected]
_ventures.com;
[email protected]
manticore_ventures.com
Subject:
Welcome to the Manticore Family!
Dear colleagues,
We are excited and honoured that Allison & Omari has joined the Manticore family, and we welcome you with open arms.
This union brings together the strengths of Manticore and Allison & Omari, and together we seek to become the undisputed leader in trade publications and financial intelligence.
The opportunities for growth into the emerging markets are profound. And by leveraging e-distribution channels developed by Manticore, expert commentary and content from Allison & Omari will help fuel growth of industries both locally and abroad.
Every collaboration begins with a strategic alignment and consolidation of systems, processes, manpower and infrastructure. In the following weeks, teams from Manticore will visit you at Allison & Omari to provide counsel on how these aspects of strategic alignment can best be tailored to benefit and synchronise with the now-expanded Manticore family.
We look forward to your support and compliance.
Once again, welcome to Manticore!
Sent on Behalf of,
Darren Ang
CEO, Manticore Ventures.
Visionary. Bold. Resolute. Manticore.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
In case anyone’s wondering what a
manticore
is, here’s an example:
As mentioned earlier, the main character and his best buddy Darren grew up reading fantasy novels.
