“Hmm… I’ll just step out to take it. You wait for me OK? I won’t be too long I promise.” With that, she gave me a lightning quick peck on the cheek, grabbed her phone and stepped out.
Did she just… Kiss me?
The next 30 minutes couldn’t pass quickly enough. I sat in our booth alone, getting bored quickly SO I took out my phone and started answering some work emails. As the clock approached 11pm,the lights went down lower, and the music went up higher. Some ang mohs had gotten out of their seats and were on the dance floor.
Jiamin came back into the bar just after 11pm. “Sorry for taking so long!” she apologised as she dumped her phone into her bag and signalled to the waiter for another cocktail. It came quickly and we toasted each other again. “I wish I didn’t have to take that call! Drinks on me tonight OK?”
I guess it was going to be a good night. But at that moment, I just didn’t know how good a night it was going to be.
I smiled at her and replied “Drinks on you indeed! Let’s have another round now then, hehe.” and we did.
By this time, each of us had about 5 or 6 cocktails each. I was feeling the familiar buzz, but not close to being drunk, still very lucid. Jiamin didn’t look like she was that tipsy either, just a lot more relaxed as she sat close to me in our booth and bopper along to the music.
Watching her dance a little in her seat, I wondered if she would head onto the dance floor. Sure enough, as the opening piano notes of Anna’s “Dancing Queen” came on through the speakers, she let out a whoop and jumped up. “Let’s go!”
It was a real sight to see her dancing. As I’ve mentioned before, she isn’t exactly what one would call a headturner… But in her short green dress and Melissa flats, swaying her body with reckless abandon to the music, I found myself instantly intoxicated by her aura.
The dance tracks just kept on coming. “Mambo No. 5”, “September”… As the songs went on, we somehow gravitated closer and closer to each other, until I was holding her by the hips and we were moving together in sync to the music. She’s about one head short met than me, and it wasn’t long before I was taking in whiffs from the top of her luscious head of hair… Oh my she smelt so darn good lor. As we danced, her perky butt naturally came in contact with my crotch area and a reaction was definitely happening.
I kissed the top of her head gently. She did not resist. That was the moment when “Despacito” played, and Jiamin suddenly squealed with delight as she wheeled around to face me with a wide grin on her adorable face.
“Omygawd this song! I’m loving this!”
“I’m loving this too,” I replied as I put my face next to hers.
And that’s when our lips met for the first time, right in the middle of that dance floor to the sounds of “Despacito”…
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Waiter! More cocktails for TS! cheers to the updates and start of a steamy relationship.. wonderful build up TS.
reading all these hitching stories, makes me want to drive hitch too.. just to check do you need those blue stickers to grabhitch (not grabcar ah..) I don’t like those blue stickers.
Hi bro, Grabhitch is a ride sharing service and drivers are limited to taking 2 trips a day. The label is only required for “professional” private hire cars.
One thing I forgot to mention… Let’s step back about an hour in the chronology of this story.
I had always been curious about Jiamin’s marital status ever since that day when she awkwardly told me that “it’s complicated”… Throughout our interactions over the past month or so, she had mentioned a guy here and there as her “soon-to-be” ex husband or her “ex”. I knew he had moved out just before the first time we met (and hence she had called for a Grabhitch ride). Her Instagram photos indicated that they had gotten married in 2015, and that they had traveled on holiday barely 6 months ago. So the biggest burning question… What happened?
“I’ll tell you but you cannot tell anyone okay?” she shouted into my ear over the loud Latin music at the bar. I nodded and laughed internally. Who was I gonna tell… Besides maybe my bros here at SBF
So it turns out that she had found out that her ex was sleeping with another woman… Who was a friend of theirs. OMG. They had been trying to work things out but, in her own words, “I think I’m tired of trying…”
I nodded sympathetically and patted her on the shoulder. “Everything will be OK in the end…”
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo…
It’s been two weeks since that fateful night. But I can still hear that chorus in my mind as it soundtracked our first kiss on that dancefloor. So what happened next?
The kiss was gentle and sweet, as most first kisses are. Her lips were very, very soft and I liked how she closed her eyes and draped her hands around my neck as we danced and our lips met.
We broke away from each other after just 10 or 15 seconds, but it was sufficient to raise my heart rate to breakneck speed. We looked at each other… And smiled.
There was a group of Spanish looking girls who has been dancing around us and whom Jiamin gravitated to as well as the music went on. It was interesting to see how she interacted with this hunch of strangers as they danced sensuously girl on girl… I could feel the strain in my groin getting more intense as well.
Suddenly a round of Jaegermeister shots arrived in fromt of us courtesy of the Spanish chicks. Jiamin grabbed two without hesitation passed me one and yelled “Cheers!!!” as she downed hers in a single gulp. By this time she was already fueled up with 6 or 7 cocktails… Could she really hold her alcohol that well?
I got my answer shortly. I was getting a little sleepy and wanted to go back to our cosy booth to sit for awhile. She nodded and held my arm as I led her back, and she almost slumped on me as we found our way to the seats.
As we sat in the booth and I handed her a glass of water, she leaned back on me and reached out behind to ruffle my hair.
“You’re so sweet. Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Well,someone has to make sure you get home in one piece,” I replied.
She twisted around a bit so that her face was facing mine. Barely 10cm away from each other, I closed the gap to zero.
We kissed for awhile, just enjoying the new, unfamiliar but exciting experience. My hand lingered on her shoulder before moving down subtly down to her back, her waist and finally resting on the top of her perky ass. There was no discernable panty line… OMG.
“I need to go to the ladies…”
“Okay, I walk you there.” Grabbing her hand, I pulled an unsteady Jiamin’s to her feet and led her by the small of her back to the back of the bar where the restrooms were…
But what I did not expect was for Jiamin to suddenly seem to black out on the way… And fall flat to the floor, unconscious.
“I need to go to the ladies…”
“Okay, I walk you there.” Grabbing her hand, I pulled an unsteady Jiamin’s to her feet and led her by the small of her back to the back of the bar where the restrooms were…
But what I did not expect was for Jiamin to suddenly seem to black out on the way… And fall flat to the floor, unconscious.
FUCK. It was as if she had been running on AC power and someone had pulled the plug. My alcohol-dulled reflexes weren’t quick enough to catch her before she hit the ground in a crumpled heap.
“Shit…are you okay…” I asked Jiamin as I crouched down next to her and pulled her arms around my neck and lifted her back to her feet, simultaneously thanking my gym trainer for pushing me really hard in my deadlifting regime.
She mumbled that she was okay and I managed to get her to the bathroom. For a moment I thought of going with her into the cubicle, but decided against it eventually. She managed to close the door and I waited impatiently outside for a few minutes, all the time wondering if she had fallen asleep again inside.
She emerged unsteadily from the cubicle when she was done, and almost fell right into my arms. “Okay let’s get you back to the booth…”
I signalled for the bill and signed it without looking. “I’ll take you home now okay?” Jiamin nodded in response quietly.
It had been many a year since I had propped a dead drunk person up and walked her to my car. Buckling her up securely and gently resting her head against the window so she could take a nap, I proceeded to start the engine and drive off slowly.
Within 5 minutes of the ride, Jiamin signalled to me that she wasn’t feeling too good. “Do you need to throw up?” I asked, knowing very well what the answer was. Thankfully I hadn’t entered the expressway yet, so I quickly pulled over at the roadside, jumped out of the car and over to the passenger side, opened the door and watched this beautiful girl throw up into the gutter.
I held her long hair up with one hand and patted her back with the other, while also trying to make sure that she didn’t puke onto my brand new kicks. After what seemed like an eternity, nothing more was left in her and she seemed to have KOed again.
Putting her back in her seat and driving off, I remember thinking to myself:
“Fucking hell… I must either care a lot about her as a friend, or I really want to fuck her so badly.”
Only question was: which was it?
Putting her back in her seat and driving off, I remember thinking to myself:
“Fucking hell… I must either care a lot about her as a friend, or I really want to fuck her so badly.”
Only question was: which was it? Those thoughts kept me sobered up and alert as I drove back to Jiamin’s place, all the time keeping an eye on her to see if she needed to throw up again. Thankfully, the worst seemed to be over and she was sleeping quietly all the way home.
I parked my car at the basement of her condo block where I picked her up in the mornings. Turning to the passenger side, I tapped her gently but firmly on the shoulder.
“Hey… We’re home! Wakey wakey…”
She stirred slightly but did not open her eyes. So I sat in the car with the music on and with a beautiful, unconscious girl by my side for a few minutes.
I tapped her again. And this time, I leaned over and cradled her head in my chest. She finally awoke… And she put her arms around me, instinctively maybe.
“Okay let’s get you upstairs…” I exited the car and went over to her side, opened the door and basically half carried and half supported her out and over to the lobby. By this time she was conscious enough to fish for her phone in her handbag and tap the access card to open the door to the lift lobby area. She also remembered which floor she stayed at, thank God.
The lift rode steadily to the 15th, top floor. With each increasing floor, I felt my heartbeat increase and my cock harden even more. What was going to happen next?
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It’s quite a challenge indeed to carry a totally drunk gal. Also, it’s quite risky to get intimate with one as when she wakes up the day after, might cry rape for whatever reason.
Very true on both counts. But sometimes, things just happen when you least expect them to…
The lift rode steadily to the 15th, top floor. With each increasing floor, I felt my heartbeat increase and my cock harden even more. What was going to happen next?
“Ding!” the lift door opened, rousing me from my lustful thoughts. Jiamin seemed to have sobered up a tad, and was able to point to her unit and use her thumb to open the biometric door. Again I thanked my lucky stars that she was no longer dead drunk, or else we would probably still be sitting in the car downstairs…
I pushed the door open and helped her inside. She kicked off her flats and immediately slumped to the ground again, leaning her head heavily on the console at the entrance.
“I’m so sleepy…” she mumbled.
I sat on the floor next to her in the dark, and stroked her hair and upper back gently. I asked her softly if she still felt like puking; she shook her head silently.
We sat there for a few minutes. It was getting really warm and stuffy, so I left my eyes adjust to the darkness before locating the fan switch and flipping it.
“Let’s get you to the sofa…” I lifted her up from the floor for the second time that night and plonked her on the living room couch. She curled up in the foetal position as her green dress rode high up her hip. I glanced at her toes, her ankles, up her calves to her milky thighs and all the way up to where her cute perky ass, which I had been grinding up all night in the club, was now half-exposed in front of me.
I still saw no panties under that dress… Was she going commando?! I wondered as I admired the view and she fell asleep once again. Without thinking, I took out my phone from my pocket…
Without thinking, I took out my phone from my pocket, and sniped a photo under her dress for, erm, future reference. Immediately after, I felt a little guilty about it so I didn’t try to raise her dress further, instead covering for her up with a throw that was on the sofa.
I sat on the floor next to her and watched the steady rise and fall of her chest as she slept. I stroked her head gently and brushed her tousled long hair away from her face. She suddenly opened her eyes.
“Oops sorry. Did I wake you?”
She looked into my eyes and smiled sleepily. I looked back at her… And we kissed.
The kiss was different from how it was in the club just a few hours before. While that one felt raw and urgent and wanting, this time it felt slow, gentle and lazy. We explored each other’s mouths and tongues slowly, as I also found my hands wandering down the front of her chest and under the throw. Before I knew what was happening, the kisses were getting faster as our breath shortened… And my left hand was in between her legs.
“Oh my…” Jiamin managed as my magic fingers worked my way to her most sacred area. There, I found the answer to my earlier question. She was wearing a very slim thong which had squeezed its way into her butt crack and therefore did not cover any part of her cute ass. And right now, it was also barely covering any part of her nether regions as I easily pushed it to one side… And felt my fingers sliding down a completely, cleanly waxed pussy which was also fucking wet…