As we headed towards the changing rooms, I told her, “Hey, I’m going to the other side where there are less people.”
Frankly at around 8pm that night, there really weren’t that many people around. But I just wanted to be on the safe side.
“Sure, let’s go there,” she said. I started smiling on the inside.
When we walked in the other direction, we started talking about our game. Can’t remember too much about the conversation now, but as we neared the changing rooms. I said, “You’ve got a really good backhand.” and pretended to trip over an invisible brick on the floor.
She instinctively reached out to grab my arm to steady me and started laughing. “You’ve got a neat forehand shot too” she said steadily as she held on to my arm.
Sensing that its now or never, I reached for her hand and pulled her to a dark corridor by the side of the changing rooms, just a couple of steps away.
I held her body close and whispered to her, “I’ve got more strokes you haven’t seen yet.” and proceeded to kiss her.
Something about two sticky bodies coming together is an incredible turn on. She opened her mouth and we started some frantic tongue action.
“Show them to me then,” she said breathlessly. “Wait one sec,” I said and dashed into the guys room. Seeing no one inside as I expected, I ran out and pulled her into one of the cubicles.
I pushed Yasmine against the wall as I stuck my tongue deep in her mouth and proceeded to kiss her neck, tasting the saltiness of her skin. She held her head back and started pushing my head lower.
My right hand was already kneading her left breast through her top and I quickly pulled it off to see her sports bra beneath. Not wasting anymore time, I shoved the bra above her tits.
Yasmine didn’t have very big breasts, somewhat of a B-cup, but she had incredibly erotic nipples like erasers with large brown aerolas, they were simply inviting me to bite them.
While I was busy nibbling on her breasts, my hand had already found its way down south. I realised she wore really short tights under the tennis skirt and was a little disappointed. I was hoping for easy access to her pussy.
My fingers were furiously rubbing her camel toe and started to feel the moisture through the polyester.
In the meantime, she had shoved her hands in my shorts and was busying rubbing my dick with my underwear still on.
I reached under her tennis skirt and started to pull her tights down, kneeling as I did so. Soon I came face to face with Yasmine’s pussy.
“Oh my god, doesn’t it smell?” she whispered. It was actually a vaguely familiar musky scent and didn’t smell too bad. I replied, “Do I look like I care?” I replied. I used my fingers to part with vagina lips before leaning in to eat her bushy cunt and suck a very swollen clitoris.
My other hand was reaching for a zipper in my tennis bag and fumbling around for condoms. Finding one, I stood up and pulled my shorts down.
“You came prepared?!” she asked me almost annoyingly. “Would you rather get fucked without one?” I replied.
She took the condom from my hands and proceeded to put it on for me. After making sure it was on nice and tight, she turned around to face the wall and arched her back for me, presenting her pussy for some doggy action.
I slid myself into a very wet cunt and started fucking her as quietly as I could. All you could hear was the sound of a wet vagina with rubber sliding in and out of her. Her tennis skirt covered most of the action and I lifted it up to tuck the hem into her waistline, all the while enjoying Yasmine’s tight cunt.
I continued to look at myself pumping her like a piston and her vagina lips split apart to accomodate me. As I looked up, I saw her biting her lips to stop herself from making too much noise. But you could still hear very sensual sounds like “nnngh! nnnngh!” escaping from her.
It was such a thrill to fuck in the poly toilet that I came within 10 minutes. Leaving the both of us quite breathless.
Back to WTC with Tanya at my side, she replied Yasmine’s question with a simple, “Yea, we had a fantastic weekend.”
I quickly asked for Yasmine’s contact to interrupt the proceedings and she gave me her name card before bidding her goodbyes. As she turned to walk away, she gave me a wink and silently mouthed the words, “Call me.”
“Who was that?” Tanya asked nonchalantly. “Oh, a good friend from school who I lost touch with.” I wasn’t ready to let Tanya out of my hands yet, not after such a memorable weekend. I lusted after her 28 year old body.
But I made a mental note to catch up with Yasmine soon then.
Yasmine and I had become good friends in school, especially after our first fuck. You could say we were the proverbial fuck buddies. Our sex stopped when she started seeing steady boyfriends, but she always liked the wrong type of guys. I on the other hand, was more than happy to be her “rock”. She never failed to call me to cry over how badly the guys have treated her and I never failed to fuck her nicely to help her forget about each and every one.
I always enjoyed the sex with her after her break-ups as it seemed to me that she was much more eager to fuck me. It was as if she wanted to show them what they were missing out on.
One of the most amazing fucks in my teenage years was with Yasmine actually.
She had called me at home late one night, “I broke up with Desmond. That fucking asshole was fucking Sheryl behind my back!!”
I consoled her and went through my usual lines like he doesn’t deserve you lah, he’s a fucker to begin with lah, blah blah blah. Then before our two hour conversation ended, I confirmed dinner with her the next day.
I didn’t have any classes that day and met her at the bus-stop school to pick her up in my mum’s car. I remember getting impatient as her lecture was supposed to finish at five and it was already 5.15pm.
Out of nowhere, the passenger door suddenly opened and I saw Yasmine’s well sculpted and smooth calves start to move into the car. I was delighted to see her outfit. She was wearing a dark blue linen dress which hugged her lean figure at all the right places. It was a spaghetti top which I knew would make it easy for me to take it off her later. Her hair was also tied into a neat ponytail.
“You look really nice!” I said as she fastened the seatbelt. “How come I didn’t see you coming out of the gates?” I added.
“I went home in the afternoon to change, didn’t feel like eating in T-shirt and jeans,” was her reply.
She said she was ok with anywhere for dinner but I knew she wouldn’t want to eat at hawker centres. So I drove to a convenient venue - Denny’s at Holland Village.
Dinner was uneventful, it was the usual consolations from a guy to a girl. Trying to make her feel good about herself and reassuring her about how beautiful she was. Repeating myself over and over again. She cheered up considerably after that.
As we were leaving I asked her where we should go. She replied, “Come to my place, my parents are at the club tonight.” The thoughts in my head at that exact moment was an image of MC Hammer saying his classic line “Hammer Time!”
We got to her place, with me playing it cool the whole time and just as I wanted to drop her off. She asked me, “Aren’t you coming up?”
I said, “Only if you really want me to.”
She gave me a cute smile and said, “C, you know what I need by now. I know you want to be a gentleman about this. But I won’t think any less of you.”
I actually couldn’t care less if she thought much of me or not. I just wanted her to say that to boost my fucking ego.
We went up to her place and didn’t even bother turning on the lights before heading straight into her room. It wasn’t my first time there and I reached to lock her door behind me as usual.
The door had barely clicked shut when she pounced on me and we started french kissing each other. She was out to fuck with a vengence.
She kissed my neck and started to pull my polo tee over my head. As soon as that went off, she started licking and sucking my nipples. Sensing how desperate she was to please, I started to unbutton my jeans.
Yasmine got the hint and went down on her knees. She pulled my jeans off with some urgency and as I stepped out of them I told her, “Slow down princess, I’m not in a hurry.”
She looked up at me and smiled sweetly, her hands massaging my cock and balls through my underwear. She then pulled down its garter slightly slight to allow my cock head to escape and proceeded to lick and kiss the exposed purple helmet!
She continued to massage my balls gently and stuck her tongue at my cock head to play with my pre-cum. Extracting tendrils of the clear fluid and moving her head back to show me the glistening threads. Each time she did this, my juice coated her lips more.
I groaned in pleasure and she took this cue to bite my waistband and pull it down with her teeth. She wrapped her right hand snugly round my cock for support and was softly jerking my hard dick.
After taking off my underwear, she put her lips back on the tip of my cock and started to coat them with more of my pre-cum juice again. She then parted her lips to form a nice “O” and slowly sucked my cock in.
She placed both her hands on my hips to steady herself and started to give me a really earnest blowjob. Her ponytail bouncing in rhythm to her bobbing head motion.
“Can I cum in your mouth?” I asked her and she immediately stopped what she was doing. She withdrew my cock from her mouth, stood up and said “Not yet. I need to fuck you first.”
I immediately reached for her spaghetti straps and pulled her dress down her body. I carried her to the bed and set her down, my hands reached for her lacy panties and pulled them off her slender legs.
She had already put a condom by her bedside which I next proceed to rip it open. She took it from my hands and told me, “Slow down boy, I want to ride you.”
She put the unrolled condom on the tip of my cock and proceed to put her mouth over it. She then unrolled the condom down the length of my cock with her lips.
I lay down on the bed immediately after she was done, she squatted over my stiff rod and slowly lowered her very wet pussy onto me.
“MMMmmmm, I’m glad you’re around for me to enjoy C. I hope you’re enjoying it as much as I am.” Yasmine always says something similar when its a break-up fuck. I always reply with, “Yasmine, those fuckers don’t know what they are missing. You know love your pussy, its so warm and tight!”
She balanced herself by bending backwards slighly, placing her hands on my knees and started bouncing up and down on my cock. This gave me a clear view of my cock splitting her wet cunt lips.
Pretty soon, her juices and spread all over my hips and she was close to coming. Her wails of pleasure was loud and music to my ears, she sounded similar to a cute barking puppy when she’s close to climaxing.
I had shoved her bra up and she was now dangling her breasts just above my mouth and she continued to ride my cock like a jockey. I sucked those delicious nipples I my mouth and rolled them between my teeth.
My hands were gripping her ass cheeks, sometimes pulling them apart, sometimes kneading them and sometimes giving them a good smack.
Before long, I could feel myself cumming. At that very moment she forced herself on my pelvis and started grinding me. Her tits were bouncing up and down furiously and she was going, “Yessssss!!! Oooooooo Yessssss!!!! Ahhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Yesssss, oh fuck yes!”
As she collapsed on me and I hugged her, I could feel myself softening inside her.
This was the first time someone came at the same time as I did.
Dear Bros,
I’ve been happily reading the other threads and I came across bro Scott_ID’s. He’s a great writer and visionary, I take my hat off to him.
Following his example, I’d like to include a couple of pictures in my stories as well but I can’t find the “Edit” button.
In future, I’ll try to post relevant images to prop the story up some more.
Below is a picture that is relevant to my post about Tanya and her qipao. Its the closest one I can find.
Some of you may be able to identify that this is the character Ada Wong from Resident Evil. I have done some simple picture editing to this image to present to you what was very close to Tanya’s outfit.
Tanya’s hair is longer though. Otherwise the body’s also very very similar.
Just a simple shout out to those who have supported this post.
Sirius all I can say is
You’ll Never Walk Alone
canthaveenuf, if it was my office back then, I may have not been so bold.
stroker68, I think most of us would have shared the same kind of feeling. Its sucks but its bloody exciting at the same time.
For everyone else who posted on this thread, thanks for your support. Those who sent me rep points also are greatly appreciated, doesn’t matter to me that they are grey or green. So long as everyone enjoys can liao.
bro sextoy.com.sg and klein76
I definitely won’t be able to include real pictures because I don’t have any to begin with.
Any pictures that I include in future posts will be what I think are very close to the circumstances in terms of either the features, clothes or situation (see Tanya’s clothing above).
They will be more meant as “props”, I will continue to focus on the story instead of pictures though. Hope you’ll understand.
To earn money while I was studying I took on jobs whenever I could. It soon became obvious to me that the best job is to waiter at cool location.
I managed to land a part-time job with one of the pubs along Boat Quay and it really helped that I could work Friday evenings.
That was where the chicks hung out and Friday evenings were the best as they would descend from chick heaven and lounge around at the club to see and be seen.
They came in all shapes and sizes, small and petite to tall and leggy. I’ve often been asked which I prefer? Am I a leg-man or a breast-man? My answer is always the same, I am a man. As long as they are pretty and I get to fuck them, I don’t fucking care.
That was where I met Tracy. I first saw her with a group of girlfriends and they were having a rocking good time. All of them were good-looking chicks and each one looked completely shaggable.
But to them then, I was but a waiter. They were holding out for bigger fish. So I just made sure I hung around their area and took their orders whenever they wanted, gave them their napkins, more water, whatever.
While serving them, I often try to steal a peek down their blouses. They usually wear low cut tops, so whenver they dug into their handbags for their wallets, I usually get to see some nice boobs.
One particular evening, I was heading towards the gents to relieve myself when I heard someone stumbling down. Shortly later, the door opened and a dishevelled looking Tracy came out of the ladies.
Recognising her face, I quickly asked, “Are you ok ma’am?” and held her shoulder so she could steady herself. “Yea, I just need to wash up a little.”
I let her wash up by the basin outside and went to the gents. I was pretty urgent too.
When I came out, she was still at the basin trying to stand straight. I quickly rinsed my hands, grabbed some disposable napkins and wet it slightly. “You might want to use this?” offering the napkin to her.
She looked at me, smiled and walked off. Leaving me standing there like and idiot.
Tracy and her group soon knew me enough to call me by name. It would always be “Hey C, can we get the usual?” And the usual it would be.
They would often come as a group and leave as a group. Once in awhile, some guys would successfully pick one of them up and I’d look on in envy as they left together. How I’d love to be the one with my hand on their butts.
I decided to concentrate on one target and work on Tracy only. I started keeping an eye out for her movements around the club and took notice when she started to get tipsy.
Tracy had a nice figure with shoulder length hair. As she often wears heels, she would sometimes stumble when she gets high. This would cause her breasts to jiggle. I concluded that there was no padding involved.
She had a habit of going to wash her face when she started to get flushed in the face.
On one of this occasions, I timed it such that I could go replenish the ice at the bar from the ice machine. Luckily for me, she came out of the ladies looking hot and flustered just as I was carrying a heavy bucket of ice past the washrooms.
“Want an ice cube to cool down?” I took one cube and offered it to her.
She chuckled and said, “Are you stalking me to the washrooms?”
“Haha, you caught me. But this time, I was just passing through,” I pointed at the ice bucket and moved on.
Two nights later, on a Sunday, Tracy came back to the club alone. Sundays were usually very slow and with very few guests. I asked her about her friends and she said that she was waiting for one of them before heading off somewhere else.
She ordered her usual gin and tonic. I took the chance to talk and find out more about her. Tracy works in an advertising agency just up the road and was “no more than 26 years old” in her own words.
I also found out that she was married, which bummed me out big-time. It didn’t stop me from talking to her though. It eventually turned out that her friend couldn’t make it.
She stayed around to chat with me though and went on to order a few more gin and tonics.
By her fifth one, her cute face was getting flushed. She asked me, “Can you get me some ice?”
I brought some in a glass for her. She took one out and cooled her face down with it. When she looked up, she saw me staring at her chest, some of the water which had melted had dripped down and collected at the crest of her breasts.
“I’m sorry.” I said. “Don’t be sorry you silly thing,” she replied. I then looked at her face and saw a familiar lust. Tracy took another ice cube and started wiping the exposed skin on her chest. She then gave a quick glance at the bar to check and dropped the ice into her blouse. “Oops!” she squeaked and undid her top button. She peeled open one flap and showed me her breasts, covered with a slightly wet white bra.
“What time do you knock off?” she slyly asked me and I told her that actually I could leave in half an hour.
Tracy had left the club early to and I was to meet her at Circular Road in front of the prata shop.
I was there in 10 minutes waiting for her to show up. Which was lucky as Tracy drove up in her car rather soon after that.
I climbed in and asked her where we would be headed for. “We’re going back to my place,” she said. “Isn’t your husband going to be at home?!” I was rather puzzled.
“Don’t worry, he’s flying and won’t be back till Wednesday.”
Tracy’s apparently been not very happy that her husband, a pilot, could not spare much time for her and she was regretting her decision to marry so young.
It was all the better for me.
As we drove on, I couldn’t stop staring at Tracy’s top which still had one button undone, then move my eyes down to feast on her nice legs.
I reached out and placed on hand on her left knee. mesmerised by the smoothness of her skin, I slid my hand up to her thigh, underneath her denim skirt.
“Not yet,” she told me. I didn’t want to distract her driving so I lowered my hands and just stroked her knee. It was an automatic car, so her left leg was free for me to touch.
As we turned out to the expressway, her left hand snaked towards me and started to rub my semi-hard cock through my drawstring pants. She expertly went on to undo the knot that held my pants up and tried to reach underneath.
I was caught by surprise at what she was doing but shifted myself so that she could reach my dick easier.
She stole a quick look at me and started to rub my cock through my underwear. “Open the glove compartment and take out some tissue.” The moment I yanked out a few pieces of tissue. She pulled the garter of both my pants and underwear down to expose my cock.
I was shocked but wanted her to continue what she was doing. There were cars overtaking us on the right and she started to filter to the slow lane.
After she settled into that lane, she took a firm grip of my cock and started to sensually slide her hands up and down. Her thumb constantly reaching up to the tip of my penis to collect some pre-cum to spread for lubrication. “Mmmmm….yea…that’s a nice length.” she started.
Tracy realised that there wasn’t enough to properly lubricate my entire length, she put her hand in front of her mouth, spat into it and proceeded to wank me off again. This time much more vigourously. “oooo, its really nice and thick,” she went on to say.
It is normally rather difficult for anyone to make me come through handjobs, but the thrill of the situation was getting to me and I was starting to thrust my strokes with the rhythm of her hand.
“You like this?” she asked. “Yea, you’re so good at it.” I replied.
She continued with, “I can’t wait to put your cock in me, it feels sooo gooood in my hands.”
“I want you to rub your cock on my face later yea?” Tracy started to slow down her strokes.
Without waiting for me to reply, she continued to say, “Then put it in my mouth, let me suck on it. Can you imagine that now?” Her grip grew tight and was very slowly milking my dick.
“OOoooo, it feels soooo thick and nice! I want you to fuck my tits later k?” she suddenly increased her hand movements and started to jerk me off vigourously again. She was speaking really fast now and in a high pitch too,
“Fuck my tits yea? I’ll do anything you want me to. I’ll suck your balls, you can fuck my ass, fuck my soaking wet pussy, you can even come in my mouth.”
By this time, I was started to groan with pleasure. Each stroke she gave me brought me closer to orgasm.
“Are you cumming honey? Yea, cumbabycumbabycumbaby. Come all over my hands. OOoooooo cumbaby cumbabycumbaby.”
She felt my cock start to spasm and quickly cupped its tip. I closed my eyes and spurted five or six loads of creamy white sperm straight into her waiting hands.
I opened my eyes a few seconds later and saw her licking her palm like an ice-cream, turning to look at me every now and then. I realised then that my left hand was still holding the tissues but there wasn’t very much left for me to clean.
Till this day, I never figured out how Tracy managed to get us both to her place without any incidents.
I got out of her car rather weak-kneed and followed her to the lift. She stayed in a nice condo in the east side of the island. Following her into the lift, I couldn’t stop myself from pressing her against the wall and frenching her. My hand started groping her breast at the same time.
The moment we got to her floor, we hastily headed for her flat. I gripped her firm ass the whole time. As she was opening her gate and door, I stood behind her and dry humped her a little while grabbing both her tits.
“I knew you’re a horny one,” she said.
As we got in, I realised she had a very nicely furnished house. She switched on the side lights and pulled me towards the living room. She led me to her plush leather sofa and I sat down and looked up at her.
Tracy looked down at me, her hair fell forward and framed her face nicely. I reached forward and started to unbutton the rest of her blouse. She took off her blouse and unbuttoned the top of her denim skirt.
I took over from there and leaned forward to plant soft kisses on her taut stomach. As I stuck my tongue softly into her belly button, I could hear a soft sigh escape her lips. My hands were already working on her zipper at the same time and slowly pulled it down.
After I loosened the skirt, I placed my hands on her hips and gently eased it down, revealing her long smooth legs. As her skirt landed on the floor, I lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the sofa.
I turned to my left to kiss her knee, then slowly kissed my way up to her inner thighs. My right hand in the meantime, was tracing small figure of eights up her left thigh, slowly making its way up to her panties.
As my hand found the edge of her cloth, I slid one finger slightly under to tease her. At the same time, my mouth hand reached the flesh of her inner thighs. Just as my finger reached in to split her vagina lips, I bit softly into her thighs, held her flesh in my mouth and sucked on it.
Tracy was pleasantly surprised by this and let out a pleasurable moan.
Her cunt was so wet by then that I could easily slip another finger in her. I scrunched the front of her panties together and pulled it aside. I shifted my fingers to start finger fucking her, sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy with ease. Her wetness could easily be heard, she started letting out gasps of pleasure, “Ah! ah! oh! ah!”
Her swollen clitoris was begging for me to do something and I obliged. I started to alternate between flicking quick licks to sucking loudly on it. Tracy’s breath grew short and fast. I sensed that her knees were about to buckle and stopped everything that I was doing.
She looked down and me and wailed, “Don’t stop C! Please don’t stop!”
“I want you to suck my cock Tracy, you said you’d do anything I want.” I told her…
Tracy pouted at me as I made my demands but knelt down before me anyway. I know she must be feeling incredibly frustrated, I wanted to keep her that way.
She took off my drawstring pants with no fuss and pulled off my underwear slowly. She then caressed my cock with a loving touch and held it to her rosy cheeks. Smiling at me she, licked my entire length from bottom to the top, just like a lollipop.
But I had an intense cum in her car only half an hour ago and this was not arousing me enough.
“Come on Tracy, make me nice and hard,” I said. She next went on to cover my cockhead with her mouth and I started to feel her tongue running itself all over it. I could feel it sometimes flicking it, sometimes playing with the pee-hole, sometimes running rings around it.
All the while, her hand was jerking me off.
As she was doing that, I reached forward to unhook her bra. Her breasts fell free as I easily the bra off, and I couldn’t resist giving them a good massage. I spent a few seconds playing with her nipples before reaching forward again.
This time I told her, “Keep sucking me Tracy, but stand up.”
As she stood back, I laid back on the couch to enjoy the sight a beautiful woman sucking me off. Because she was leaning forward to suck me, her breasts were dangling and moving together with the head bobbing actions.
I idly stuck out one hand and played with her breasts and started to squeeze her nipple with my third finger and thumb.
By now, she was using her free hand to finger herself at the same time as she was sucking me. She was arousing herself with her own fingers and she moaned as she was sucking me. “MMmmmpf…mmmmppf…mmmmpff”.
“Come, let me lick you too,” I said and motioned for her to get into a 69 position.
As I lay down on my back, I kept one hand at the back of her hand to make sure she didn’t stop sucking.
And as she adjusted herself, spread her legs right over my head. I saw that her thighs were trembling with anticipation as I wrapped my arms under her thighs and placed my hands on her ass cheeks to spread them wide open.
She lowered her cunt slowly onto my mouth and as I started to lick her, I could hear her moans and feel them resonate on my cock.
When I sucked on her clitories, my cock came out of her mouth with a soft “pop” and she went, “oooOOOOAAAA!”
She started to wriggle her butt uncontrollably and I knew she was about to come. This time, I doubled my efforts and furiously licked her clitoris and stuck my tongue into her cunt.
She shouted, “OH FUCK YES!!! YESSSSsss…YESSSsss…” as she felt the waves of orgasm wash over her.
I let go of her after that but she immediately went to work sucking on my cock again, leaving a very wet pussy right infront of my face. Before I could do anything else, Tracy lifted her butt away from my face and started to squat over my cock.
She looked at me, gave me a sultry smile and started to insert my hard cock slowly into her vagina.
“I knew it was a good move to make you cum in the car first,” she said. And she was right, if not for a superb handjob in the car, I’d be all spent by now.
Tracy started to grip me and I could her pussy nice and tight, she slowly slid herself down to the base and slowly up to the top again, just stopping short of letting me slip out. She was enjoying the feeling of a hard cock in her right after she came…
