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Originally Posted by
crackpod
Wow, nice start and nice story… read all 6 pages at one go and somehow still wanting more.
Good penmanship… support.
Thanks for keeping me in suspense…what comes next?
Bro
crackpod
, thanks for your support!
It’s not I want to keep people in suspense, it’s because don’t know why today so many warranty claims? People keep coming into my cubicle, want to write more also cannot. More claims = my company lose money = boss not happy. Now have to write report to boss first. LOL
Will try to update soonest. Anyway, based on last episode, do you have any idea where is a good place to bring a maid out for a date? Hehe
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Originally Posted by
sky_liner2
Well, TS asking where to bring a maid to during her off days….of course, needless to say, it will always land inside the hotel room.
But as the employer of the maid, better not as if caught, all evidence produced means you will be barred from employing another maid.
Just play with caution.
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Since TS had made known to his family members that he is going for OT, I think going to office is the best place.
Thank you Brothers
sky_liner2
and
diputs1269
for your suggestions/inputs.
As I am spinning a tale in a forum, and my story-telling level not as good as Bro ilock and/or Bro TigerWoody so I thought I’d try another approach… Get you readers participation to be some sort of a test audience. You guys can give me your comments and I will try to address some (if not all) of them in the story itself.
As with all “true stories”, some facts have to be “stretched” a bit so that the story will be interesting. As some bros mentioned in their own threads/stories, that while the story may seem like days, in actual fact, they spent months to woo their respective targets.
In any case, I also seek everybody’s patience whenever I update slower. I’m not trying to milk points or build (too much suspense). I write because I want to share a story and as a form of de-stress. The reasons for my delay is because while I am at work, it’s a bit tough to update regularly with people walking into my cubicle every now and then. And when I am at home, with the family around, it’s also not very conducive to write, especially when I wish to tag photos inside for more realism. Usually I type using my small phone while I am in the toilet, so please excuse the typos and spelling errors. And lucky the forum “got no smell one”. Haha!
Will update again… Soon…
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
In a chirpy and enthusiastic voice, Wanda asked,
“Ingin pergi ke mana?”
Any bros or sis here have any idea where to bring a maid out on her off day?
Would it be appropriate to use the phrase, '
I was caught with my pants down
‘? All I ever did want, was some time to myself. Maybe some of you deem me as a bad husband or irresponsible but to quote the lyrics of a Chicago song, ’even lovers need a holiday, far away from each other’ and this was supposed to be my ‘holiday’!
To quote Bro
Slowpump
‘many of us imagine and dream to have steamy sex with our maid’; here was a girl warming up to me. Could I say that she wanted to go on a date with me? Or again, am I thinking too much? Whatever it is, I have to play my cards right. Taking advice from Bro
sky_liner2
, if I am not careful, I could very well land myself in hot soup.
Thoughts raced across my head - I had to pretend that I had a plan but where do I bring Wanda to? I do not know if she was “hotel” ready and if she was, is it a good thing when a girl so ‘readily’ offers herself to you? What does this imply? That she offers herself to others also?
I thought of bringing her to my office but knowing the guys at my office, it would be suicidal. First of all, photos of my (attractive) maid would appear on Facebook, then one of my ‘concerned’ relatives would call me; my mother who’s ‘on duty’ would get wind of this and then I would have a whole lot of explaining to do.
Not wanting to look like a fool, I tilted my head towards my car. Even if I got caught with my maid in my car, I could just say that I was giving her a lift to the MRT and setting some ’last minute’ rules.
Wanda took the (front) passenger seat. Once in the car, Wanda lowered her head shyly. She seemed embarrassed. Usually my boy would want to ‘ride shotgun’ and sit next to me; this was the first time Wanda was sitting next to me.
Wanda’s fragrance permeated the air inside the car as we drove out of the multi-storey car park. I took in the smell, which gave me an instant hard-on.
What was my plan?
To do the things I had originally planned to do; to take a break and unwind and have a (few) good meals. The only difference now is that I have someone to tag along.
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SerflySGR
What was my plan?
To do the things I had originally planned to do; to take a break and unwind and have a (few) good meals. The only difference now is that I have someone to tag along.
I figured we should go slow so we stopped over for a quick bite at Eunos market. I could also use this chance to gauge Wanda’s reaction. All throughout the excursion, she followed me behind. Passersby would have thought I was bringing my younger sister out. I beamed with pride. I have heard people boasting of going out with Sweet Young Things (SYTs), I was not living that ‘dream’!
A part of me was hoping that Wanda display some displeasure that I was such a ‘cheapskate’ to bring her to a (no aircon) food centre for a ‘first date’ but she appeared cheerful and seemed and to enjoy every moment of it.
Next we headed to the nearby cinema to catch a movie. As it was too early for horrors, I opted for some action flick. I didn’t want to stuff her so I skimmed on the popcorn. My idea was to ‘starve’ her a bit so that she could enjoy the next item on my itinerary - Buffet Lunch!
The movie was your usual action movie, whereby the hero will never die so there were no sad moments. However, being a long-time silent reader of this forum, I picked up some ‘skills’.
Firstly, I noticed she wasn’t wearing a jacket; who wears a jacket in sunny Singapore, anyway? So, on the pretext of ‘keeping her warm’, I put my arms around her. Instinctively, she rested her head on my shoulder. BINGO!
Yes, I know I am easily satisfied but if you read the title, the key word is ‘finally’; I’m really new to this game and boy was I nervous.
I used my hands to rub hers - to keep her warm. My hands then wonder up to her arm and shoulders; my rubbing causing an even bigger bulge in my pants. Sensing that she was not putting up any resistance, I moved forward to ‘sniff her out’.
I placed my nose close to her ear and gave it a whiff. The warm air that exhaled from my nostrils must have tickled her and she giggled. Taking that as a ‘yes’, I got bolder and I told her that I love her scent and I licked the tip of the tragus of her ear. See that she was enjoying the attention that I was giving her, I began to kiss her earlobe.
Wanda began to breathe heavily, giving out sighs as she exhaled.
Getting bolder, I started to nibble and suck on her earlobe while whispering to her that she was the prettiest thing I have ever seen
.
I had now past the point of no return.
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SerflySGR
Wanda began to breathe heavily, giving out sighs as she exhaled. Getting bolder, I started to nibble and suck on her earlobe while whispering to her that she was the prettiest thing I have ever seen.
I had now past the point of no return.
I began to smell her like she were a drug, noseing the length of her neck, up till the back of her ears. I used the tip of my tongue to trace the path taken by my nose. Her breathing got heavier and I could hear her moan in pleasure. This encouraged me more and I used my free hand to caress her thighs. It was such a waste that she was wearing jeans. But then again, if she wore too sexily, my mother, being a traditional woman, would have given her a earful.
I began to rub and squeeze her thighs, carrassing her kneecaps through her worn jeans. I could vaguely feel her thrusting her pelvis rhythmically. I gently bit her on the neck and then using my tongue, I covered the marks left by my teeth with my saliva. Then I blew kisses into her ear.
Suddenly Wanda broke away from my embrace and turned to face me. Thinking that I may have crossed the line, I froze. I thought of all the different excuses I would give her for my indiscretions.
I even contemplated giving her a bribe to prevent her from going to the authorities
.
But before I could utter a word, without warning, plunged head-first towards me. She nestled her head in my chest. Over the sounds of gunfire, I could barely make out her muffled words; something about being shy?
Not wanting to push my luck, I decided to just return her hug and watch the remainder of the movie. As the credits rolled, I thought of my next move. They say the way to a person’s heart is through the stomach; so the next place will definitely delight her palates.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
But before I could utter a word, without warning, plunged head-first towards me. She nestled her head in my chest. Over the sounds of gunfire, I could barely make out her muffled words; something about being shy?
Not wanting to push my luck, I decided to just return her hug and watch the remainder of the movie. As the credits rolled, I thought of my next move. They say the way to a person’s heart is through the stomach; so the next place will definitely delight her palates.
We walked into the movie theatre ‘separately’ but came out as a couple. I believe this is the GFE that many bros here have been talking about. Wanda held onto my arm as we walked out of the cinema.
“Hungry?” I asked her, taking this opportunity to rub her tummy. She nodded shyly. The day was getting better by the minute!
Not wanting to ‘waste’ the lunch at a shopping centre food court. Also, I did not want to run the risk of seeing any familiar faces; afterall, a food court is ‘accessible’ to many people, more so on a Sunday afternoon. I intended to head to some place more special.
That place would be the Kintamani Indonesian Restaurant located at Havelock Road – not top of the end (we don’t want an overkill here) but with a certain ‘barrier to entry’. I mentally gave myself a pat on my back for such a great idea.
As the restaurant was located inside Furama Riverfront Hotel,
I noticed Wanda’s face turned beet red the moment we turned into the hotel car park
. She looked somewhat uncomfortable and fidgeted in her passenger seat. Maybe she was thinking of how to unbuckle the seat belt and jump out of the car. This thought made me do a double-check to ensure the door locks were engaged; I don’t want my face to be splashed all over STOMP web site for ejecting a maid out of a moving car. My worries were unfounded as she remained in her seat until I parked my car.
As I killed the ignition and got out of the car, I noticed Wanda hesitated to alight so I got back into the car and inched my way towards the passenger seat. She looked down, avoiding my gaze. I took her smaller hands in mind. By instinct, she tugged away but I held on, gently. She continued to bow her head, as if resigned to her fate.
“Don’t worry,” I assured her, “we are just here for the lunch.” Taking a $50 note from my wallet, I placed it in her hand. “Here’s $50. If you feel that I am lying to you or if you still feel uncomfortable, use this money to take a taxi home.”
This time around, she didn’t hold on to me. Instead she chose to walk behind me. As my original intent was clear and above board, I felt I need not overly explain myself. Furthermore, by doing so, won’t it make me appear more ‘guilty’?
Cautiously, Wanda followed me as we took the lift to the third floor.
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SerflySGR
This time around, she didn’t hold on to me. Instead she chose to walk behind me. As my original intent was clear and above board, I felt I need not overly explain myself. Furthermore, by doing so, won’t it make me appear more ‘guilty’?
Cautiously, Wanda followed me as we took the lift to the third floor.
Wanda appeared edgy in the lift. Not once did she want to be close to me and, maybe it was my character or my pride, I did not make any effort to try to get close to her or comfort her. It was not until we got to the restaurant that she finally seemed to calm down. “Indonesian food, ok?” I asked in the most nonchalant manner possible. Again, she nodded.
The waiter ushered us to our seats and I told her that everything was paid for and she just had to choose whatever she wanted to eat. Wanda hesitated as if she was unsure. Maybe she was afraid she would be made to pay for the extra items she had chosen or I would view her as some glutton. But then again, judging from her small frame, I guess the she can afford to put on some extra weight without appearing bloated.
I took her by the hand and guided her to the buffet spread. “Try not to eat too much rice and carbohydrates,” I told her. “Go for seafood and the more expensive stuff”, I said to her with a smile. To prove my point, I piled my plate with prawns and shellfish before putting some on her plate. Shyly, she nodded and smiled.
Normally when I go for a buffet, it would be all-out
makan
session for me but today I had a ‘guest’ and I wanted to go all out to make her feel happy. In my haste to promote ‘all you can eat’, I had already skipped the part of starting the meal with horderves. However, I made sure that the meal ended with dessert; I am sure that this was something that only the
atas
people do.
By the end of the meal, I could see that Wanda seemed impressed by the whole show but once I settled the bill, I could see that her sense of dread had returned and I could see that she was feeling jittery all over again.
We were, after all, inside the Furama Riverfront Hotel.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
By the end of the meal, I could see that Wanda seemed impressed by the whole show but once I settled the bill, I could see that her sense of dread had returned and I could see that she was feeling jittery all over again.
We were, after all, inside the Furama Riverfront Hotel.
Expectantly, Wanda kept looking at me. Not wanting to ‘keep her in suspense’ and for fear that she would suddenly bolt and run off, I asked her what was lacking at home because we would be going to Great World City to do some grocery shopping.
I deliberately walked a bit faster to the car park to retrieve the car. Even though the balance on my Cash Card was low and I had intended to do a top-up, I decided against staying another moment longer in the hotel. I wanted to impress upon Wanda that I was not a lecher.
The ploy worked! By the time we reached Great World City, Wanda was back to her cheerful self. Grocery shopping played itself out as if we were a newly-wed couple, with me pushing the trolley and Wanda choosing household items. Something about the way she kept turning around to see if I was behind her made my heart skip a beat. Whenever she asked me for my opinion on some item, I would take the chance to stand closer to her. With her face so close to mine, I would say in a soft voice, “you decide”. To which she would shyly nod and then decide whether to buy or put the item back on the shelf.
As we walked out of the supermarket, she recalled the times when our whole family would go shopping together and how madam would always buy her nice, new clothes. I wondered if that was a hint for me to get her new clothes because I could think of a few pieces I would love to see her wearing.
Weighing my options, I decided against being a spoilsport. At this moment,
I was experiencing the ‘joys of courtship’ with a young nubile girl. It won’t hurt for me to ‘pay’ her for her time.
Besides, a friend once told me that when we buy clothes for a woman, it should something that we like to see her in (and take off) and not the other way around.
Instantly, I told her that I would love to get her new clothes. Guiding her away from the branded shops, I guided her to the shops where there were clothes I wanted her to wear. Of course, I didn’t tell her this. Neither did I tell her that I wasn’t prepared to spend my money on Zara for her.
We went boutique-hopping. I chose a few presentable pieces and asked her to try them out. Taking the articles from me, she disappeared into the changing room. As I stood there daydreaming about how Wanda would look in her ‘new clothes’, my handphone rang.
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SerflySGR
We went boutique-hopping. I chose a few presentable pieces and asked her to try them out. Taking the articles from me, she disappeared into the changing room. As I stood there daydreaming about how Wanda would look in her ‘new clothes’, my handphone rang.
The handphone read “WANDA”
Why was she looking for me? Why did she have to call me when I was just there?
I looked in the direction the changing room and I saw her peek out of one of the cubicles. She didn’t seem like she wanted to come out. Instead, she beckoned me to come over which I hastily did. Did something happen?
When I reached her cubicle, I saw a young innocent girl standing in front of me. Were she not my maid, I would have mistaken her for an undergraduate. She seem to ooze with a certain innocent sex appeal.
“Ambil foto saya?” apparently she too loved what she saw and wanted me to take photos of her in that dress so that she could send them to her friends and family back home – what a wonderful life she had!
Positioning myself so that my reflection would not be caught in the mirror, I took some photographs of her using my phone. I marveled at my shots; I should have been a photographer. Once I had taken a few photos of her, she disappeared into the cubicle to change to the next outfit.
At that split second, I wanted to place my camera phone under the door to take a few shots of her changing. I could feel my member swell and stiffen.
How I wish I could I could bang open the cubicle door, pin Wanda to the wall , pull her cotton panties down to her knee caps, impale her with my hardened manhood and bang her hard and fast until I release all my pent-up frustrations?
As if the heavens had an answer for me, the cubicle door opened.
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SerflySGR
At that split second, I wanted to place my camera phone under the door to take a few shots of her changing. I could feel my member swell and stiffen.
How I wish I could I could bang open the cubicle door, pin Wanda to the wall , pull her cotton panties down to her knee caps, impale her with my hardened manhood and bang her hard and fast until I release all my pent-up frustrations?
As if the heavens had an answer for me, the cubicle door opened.
Wanda emerged from the cubicle, dressed in her ‘own’ clothes. The salesgirl who was waiting nearby quickly came to serve her but was disappointed that Wanda didn’t want any of the clothes.
“Not nice ah? The size too big for you? Too small?”
the sales staff asked, hoping to close the sales.
Personally I felt the dresses brought out a more mature side of Wanda; not suitable for ‘house use’ but definitely good to wear out for a date. Yet Wanda rejected all of them.
Not wanting to spoil the day, I told the sales girl I wanted all of them. Wanda’s eyes widened when she saw my gesture. Her eyes became watery but she shed no tear.
Not wanting to end the supposed ‘date’ abruptly, I told her I would show her around some of the more scenic places in the area so we drove around the west coast area.
It was sad that West Coast Park had became the site of reclaimed land; I had fond memories of dates there. Then I remembered there was good ol’ mount Faber just a stone’s throw away.
By the time we ascended Mount Faber, it was already dark. Hence, I had little resistance from her when I held her hand (on the pretext that it was dark). We strolled the park as lovers would and at the peak while pointing out the various Singapore landmarks, I slid my arms around her small tender waist and hugged her from behind.
Again I begin to stir.
Perhaps she felt it this time as she readjusted herself, rubbing me in the process, making it even harder.
Lust took over me and my hands started to roam all over her starting with her tummy. Sensing little resistance, I began to lick her neck whilst smelling her hair. Wow! Even after a day out, her hair still smelt fresh. Her perfume, however had mixed with her womanly scent, which turned me on further. I slid my hand beneath her top and made my way up to her bra. Feeling the contours of her bra, I started to wonder if this was the same bra that I ejaculated on some days ago?