Seeing how everyone here is writing up, allow me to have a go at it…
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A neighbourhood I call my own. For over 30 years I have stayed with my parents, I got married to my wife and picked an HDB apartment in one of the BTO projects. After waiting for a while, we got our keys and time came in so fast we were one of the first to move to our new estate.
As with most young couples (I deem myself young in a sense) balloting new BTO areas, Facebook groups were formed and a community was existent even before everyone has moved in. Prior to moving, I had thought of new friends I would make, not to mention the possibility of seeing some hot wives and maybe SYTs (some too juvenile yes, but still a thought - thoughts won’t hurt right?)…
Glancing through some of the members of the group had made my thoughts wandered at times, but I knew that fantasies being fantasies, I would not think anything might happen, not to mention whether I would even dare to take action or lay a hand on any neighbour…well, I guess I had to keep my thoughts at bay…..
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……will continue once I have time available……
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With all the hype surrounding the new home, my wife and I turned out to be the “pioneers” of the block - from what I knew there were only a few families that managed the renovation (or the lack of it) and moved in.
Many neighbours are friendly while some simply went on doing their own stuff and living their own world. Fulfilling my bit as one of those friendly neighbours, I extended help to our community as much as I could. Naturally I bonded with the couples that moved in around the same time as I did.
The first family I got to know was Christopher and Evelyn. They have two lovely daughters that inherited the bubbly nature of the mother and the friendliness of the daddy, though I would say they are naturally shy towards strangers. Chris works off-shore most of the time so I do see him at odd hours of the day, while Evelyn works as an Administrator during standard office hours.
I like fleshy women with a great rack and natural features, so it would come to no surprise that Evelyn caught my eye the first time I saw her. She is less fleshy than my wife, though she is shorter and has a pair of C cups (well, a guesstimate) boobs hiding under her clothes most of the time. She has a contagious smile and dimples to go with them, brightening up everyone’s day around her. I believe that is why Chris married her
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Originally Posted by
maddog_mlvn
Best to beo those not dress up in ur own units.
I prefer beoing thru the units of ladies wearing nightie or casual…clothing still gives some depth to imagination
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The next couple I got to know was Gerald and Maybel. Unlike Chris and Evelyn, they have no kids but a young dog that Gerald often took for a walk. Gerald works as a property agent while Maybel is an executive in a financial institution. She keeps her figure well with regular yoga practices and indoor sports and has well-toned legs and a perky butt to boot. Though she does not flaunt her assets much in her workwear, I do get lucky when catching her in the lift after her workouts. She looks cold at first glance but can strike a conversation once the ice is broken.
Chris, being the friendly buddy of our lot often tries to organize dinner meetups and potluck. I do try to join them whenever possible in spite of my busy schedules and occasional overtime required of my job. This however incurred the wrath of my wife who felt I did not spend sufficient time with her…so while I would love to make use of whatever chances to steal glances and make small talk with the ladies, my opportunities are somehow limited.
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Soon we had more neighbours moving into the neighbourhood. Terry and Elise were next and they are tall by my standards. I wouldn’t say I am tall, but neither short by average - Elise is already at my height and easily beat it by an inch or so with the heels that she occasionally wore, though that is no trouble for Terry whom I believe is probably a few inches taller. Despite their towering presence, they are very nice people though Elise happens to be one that speaks off her mind in many things, though she usually realizes it quickly enough and apologizes. If there is a feature of Elise that caught my attention, it is none other than her long white legs which is no way unnoticeable. Legs are not usually my first criteria, but she does really have them to show off.
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There came this particular Saturday morning which I woke up early for no apparent reason since I did not need to work. I wore some clothes (I do have a habit to not wear my underwear but just a pair of running shorts if I am just going around the neighbourhood) and went downstairs in search of food. Not much of note since the lift is mostly empty but as I walked out of the lift lobby I saw Evelyn sitting on one side observing her daughters playing from a distance. She was wearing a running top (albeit oversized for her size, yes it seems weird since she is fleshy) and a skort bottom and running sneakers. As I approached her from the side I couldn’t help but notice her lavender-coloured bra (or sports bra, ain’t exactly sure) was sneaking out from the side of her top. She turned around when she noticed me and beamed her usual sunshine smile.
Evelyn: heyyyy! How’s your stay so far?
Me: so so lor…trying to get used to the silence at night as well as the random bugs flying and crawling…
Evelyn: eeek! Wah can don’t say such things anot? Around here also got a lot of worms leh…now I can feel them crawling all over…eeek!
She made some mock shivering movements. I saw her boobs bounce in the process and felt a tiny stir.
Me: ok ok I dun mention it. So what are you doing here?
Evelyn: oh, waiting for Chris to come down so we can have a walk and have breakfast. My girls are playing there (points at the direction of her girls).
The lifting of her arm made me verify that she was wearing just a normal bra…and not to say it is normal…it did have some form of floral patterns on it…I wasn’t sure I was growing an erection though, but looking down at myself it wasn’t obvious in any way.
Me: I see I see.
Evelyn: hey help me hold this.
She passed her phone to me while she turned to her handbag to search for something. The home screen on her phone shows a picture of her older daughter and herself hugging tightly. What caught my attention though was the amount of cleavage she was showing through her v-neck top! Oh man…
Evelyn: thanks thanks! (she took the phone back from me)
Me: that is a nice picture on your phone!
Evelyn: thanks! Cute right my daughter?
Me: yeah la, both also cute lah!
Evelyn: sure mah?
Me: yeah then? (gave her a look -.- )
Evelyn: you like what you see?
Me: huh? (took me a second to respond) yeah yeah, your daughter is really photogenic. Hey Evelyn I gonna go have breakfast liao, damn hungry.
Evelyn: oh ok, enjoy ah!
I walked away from the area quickly in an attempt to hide my rising manhood.
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Walking away from the scene did help matters as I prevented some unnecessary embarrassment. I thought over it quickly and should have realized that I may have heard it wrongly. How could Evelyn have asked something like that? Or maybe I have thought too much and read it in my own perverse ways.
Just as I was walking to the neighbourhood coffeeshop and lost in thought, I saw a petite girl, sorry actually it’s a lady but she looked young if not for her blue blouse which looked set for workwear. Something about her struck me…like some sort of innocence radiating from her. I tried to ponder a little more but I realised she was smiling at me! Did I appear perverse???
???: Hey, are you Marcus?
Me: Eh yeah! Sorry you are?
???: I’m Lynette! The one that is currently moving in? We talked on Facebook yesterday!
Oh! Now I remember. What I saw on Facebook and in person is different…shit, those pictures did her little justice. She looked so demure, innocent and petite in flesh…and though I do not see much of her tits, somehow she had her way to capture my thought and soul…wow.
Me: Oh yeah! Nice to meet you officially!
I extended my hand and she returned the gesture and shook my hand. Nice small hands, I have to say…wonder how it feels like if…no no no, snap back to reality dude.
Lynette: So where are you going?
Me: To the coffeeshop for breakfast. And you? Going up your new place?
Lynette: Yeah!!! It’s so exciting to be moving in with such great neighbours like you helping out!
Guilt pangs hit me.
Me: Nah it’s nothing, really. If you need any help just ask if you don’t mind me helping anyway.
Lynette: Haha! You seem like a nice guy! I will when I need it!
I didn’t think “nice” is a good word to describe me.
Me: Okay, catch up with you later!
Lynette: Sure!
With quickened pace I walked off. Please don’t let me bump onto more female neighbours for now…
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Originally Posted by
hyperdick
TS where do you stay ? I come visit you .
Cannot la….I tio sexposed then no more story for u all liao……
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Originally Posted by
Fudgiewudgie
Nice updates! Made me so eager to shift in to my new bto and be the mr nice guy going around helping out.
Up you some pts
Be nice guy or not, I believe in just being yourself! That’s what’s make us unique.
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Originally Posted by
Mahrez
I don’t have so chio and friendly neighbours
Beauty is in eye of beholder…so far the ladies I have mentioned…I think no real chio one lor if I go by strictest sense but all of them have something about them that ppl will like…