Changing Room 2/2
YJ and I plunged ourselves into our respective roles. She had her make up department to run, and I had two different characters to play across the two different performances. However, throughout the rehearsals that preceded that night’s show, I could not help but let my imagination run wild as to what she meant by ‘Later’. I was distracted by the possibilities that entailed that very word - and I was turned on by the lingering feel of the cheeks of her buttocks on my palm, and all I could think about was when and where we could reunite for this tryst. I was turned on by the memory from earlier, where I was treated to an unobstructed view of her cleavage, and the even earlier engagement where my fingers hovered around her bra clasp as we made out. Nonetheless, the show had to go on, and I had to soldier on with half an erection ongoing.
Drama night started without a hitch. I played a dead man who haunted the protagonist in the first play - and my makeup comprised of a full white face with dark circles and a long tongue; whereas for my second play, I was supposed to go bare-faced to play a love story between two students (ironic much?). As such, I was allocated close to one and half hours between both plays for a turnaround - for my makeup removal and to swap attires. After my first play - I retreated backstage to the changing room, and started changing out of my original attire (floaty rags). To provide some context - this ‘changing room’ was a storeroom which they had allocated for me (each actor/ actress had their own area for privacy) - consisting of chairs and mirrors to allow change of costumes and make up.
As I was removing my top (think ghillie suit level of complexity due to webbing and strips of white cloth), YJ came into the room as part of the makeup team. She saw me struggling with the top, and assisted me with its removal amidst much laughter and complaining about the costume designs. When we were done, I stood there topless covered in goosebumps (LT aircon was amazingly cold), with YJ almost chest to chest in front of me. My heart started pounding in that moment of vulnerability and proximity to her - and I yearned for that bare skin to skin contact that I had missed for more than six months. YJ sat me down and started to remove the pale make up, starting from my forehead, and moving downwards to finish up on my neck area - only pausing to struggle with removing the dark eye paints. She cradled my face close to her bosom and shifted it closer to the lights under the mirror - so close that I could feel her chest rising each time she drew breath, and it excited me to an extent that my brain was rapidly losing blood as my blood cells shifted their attention down South.
I reached out to put my arms around her and pulled her close to me. However quite initially, I thought she was resisting when she pulled back - but I was quite fortunate that she merely turned around and locked the door to the changing room. As we started to kiss, she slid her right hand down my chest and rested on my left chest - feeling my heart beat faster as her tongue and mine met. She was still standing at this point, and this position allowed my hands to slide from her waist to cup her buttocks - the firmness of it, as well as the bounciness of it as I grabbed both (one in each hand), turned me on beyond words. I could feel pre-cum forming, and my penis struggling against the constraints of my boxers. I sat YJ down on my lap, back facing me, where her buttocks rubbed against my penis, and I shifted my hands to wrap around her waist and we continued kissing. I asked:
Do you want to go further?
. She replied:
Touch me.
I shifted my right hand down to her vaginal area and stopped when I found the familiar softness (think cameltoe area) that marked the beginning of her privates. I started in a circular area- reacting based on how she gasped and moaned gently as I applied pressure in different areas - pressure at the beginning and a slow caress down to the lips - turned out to be the solution, and I could feel the wet spot forming even through her yoga pants. Corresponding, with my left arm still wrapped around waist, my left palm crept underneath her top, moving upwards underneath the wire to cradle her right breast. YJ was extremely turned on. She was panting as we kissed, and emitting so much heat that we were both perspiring despite the air-conditioning. This reaction made me want to turn her on even more, and I pulled down (somewhat awkwardly) the front of her yoga tights, allowing my fingers greater mobility and sensitivity when ‘massaging her’
( I would later learn from V, that the particular spot I was massaging was called the clitoris)
. YJ turned and stood up all of a sudden - it was a sight to behold, with her messed up hair (usually in a tight bun), and her yoga tights halfway down her thighs (I forgot to mention she was wearing high cut panties (almost thong like) to prevent her VPL). She took off her top and flung it at my face playfully, before using one arm to cover her breasts and the other to unhook her bra (which she dangled in front of my nose after). No amount of cleavage views could match the sight of her full breasts. They had tan lines running across, and it made me crazy just to imagine YJ in a bikini. Her nipples, while puffy, stood full erect surrounded by light brown areolas. She bent in front of face and with one breast in one hand - squeezed them together, and ask teasingly:
Remember them from this morning?
A visible wet spot started forming in front of my trousers, as I could feel my penis pulsating with pre-cum forming. YJ re-tied her hair and knelt in front of me, parting my legs and moving to unzip my pants. She deftly reached into my boxers and grabbed my penis
(at that point of time, I have never experienced my penis looking that veiny)
, and I could see a trail of pre-cum glistening under the light. YJ grabbed the shaft and started moving her hand up and down - her bare breasts bouncing and jiggling with each stroke and my pre-cum flowing down to her hands. YJ slowed down her strokes and leaned in closer. Winking, she engulfed my penis in her mouth.
YJ was an amazing kisser - powerful tongue, yet with enough gentleness to lustily play with your sensations - so you can imagine how my penis felt as she started off by first going down on it as far as she could manage, then slowly moving up and down the shaft - with her tongue slowly tickling the underside of my shafts and stopping below the glans. She was amazing at it, toggling between the tickling by her tongue and the up and down suction based on how my penis reacted at each period of time. This was my first blowjob, and it was mind-blowing for me - more seductively, YJ kept eye contact each time she went down - and the warm wetness of her mouth just made me feel like my penis was reaching physical bursting point. In recipocity, I reached out and flicked/ pinched her nipples - to which she gave a gentle moan as she swirled her tongue around my glans. Without breaking eye contact, YJ started a combination - using her hand to apply pressure on the shaft in a stroking motion, while focusing on both suction and tongue tickling of the tip of my penis. The lethal combination was too much to bear for my inexperienced penis, and I knew I was going to ejaculate soon - and I did not want to do it in her mouth for fear of potential foul taste.
I pushed YJ’s head backwards just as the ejaculation came. This was the first time I saw myself ejaculating - with the white thick sperm rushing out in full force to land on YJ’s breasts, as well as the wall behind. Just as I thought I was spent, YJ resumed her stroking and her tongue tickling on my glans (my weak spot) and I came a second time, albeit with reduced force and volume. Instead of post-nut clarity, I had a post-nut daze - with that being my first blowjob and first ejaculation following a more than six month hiatus. We cleaned each other up (using rags from the ‘Ghillie suit’), and resumed preparations for the next scene - albeit with a more deflated mood than before
(prior there was some palpable sexual tension)
.
This concludes my story with YJ. We tried to move on beyond that fling, but we did not work out as I found out I was a rebound, and she had other Sunday engagements that I was not a believer of. Still, we remained amicable with each other in school, saying hi to each other on corridors, but awkward when placed together alone. Nonetheless, our contact ceased when she got back with her ex, and the last I checked, she has gotten engaged to her ex with plans to get married in Sep this year.
Shortly after concluding with YJ, I met V at a inter-school level symposium for service learning. My experiences with V were the wildest, and I strongly believe that it was her that developed my fetish for downblouses even up till today.
V’s tale
After my tryst with YJ, and moved on from drama, I was selected by my GP tutor to participate in a joint youth symposium that was a collaboration by one of Bukit Timah Junior Colleges and a charity organisation. As a kid from a mid/ lower-tier JC, I felt out of place in that particular compound, with its significantly different mindsets, resources and syllabus. The students there spoke and acted with confidence - that their way ahead was definitely paved and there was little to no risk of failing. Notwithstanding, young me decided to be stubborn enough to try to challenge the norm and tried to at least make them see me as an equal.
As with all typical JC activities - all activities were initiated and conducted with Ice-breakers
(no, they are mild compared to what they have in Polys and Unis)
, with the centrepiece revolving around an ‘Amazing’ Race. In a typical fashion, this ice-breaker was conducted in the vicinity of KAP - a frequent hang of attendees of that JC, and it was clear that the session was catered for them. Bored as I was, I realised that one other girl was not vibing at the same frequency as the rest of the group, and she simply could not be bothered to partake in the immature exchanges the rest did. This girl was tall - almost as tall as me (I am 1.81m), and she had a lanky frame that was hidden by the extremely baggy school T-shirt she was wearing. She was pretty, with sparkly eyes and luscious lips (albeit a tad buck-toothed) framed with curvy black hair tied into a high pony-tail.
My interest was piqued, and I went up to her for introductions. She introduced herself as V. Quite naturally, we latched to each other as outliers of the group - her finding the rest of the group lame, and me just being from a different school. Throughout the entire day, I was oberving her - and I caught several glimpses of her lingerie through the opening of her T-shirt sleeves (which she hiked up several times due to how big it was). Her breasts while a small B at best, were perky, and well nestled in her laced satin (evident from the slightly reflective nature of the fabric) purple bra. My interest in her doubled quite significantly - and I was aroused by her. At the end of the day, I mustered sufficient courage, and asked her for her number.
She agreed, and even suggested that we should meet up outside of official meeting sessions - as acquaintances, and perhaps friends.
This was going well.
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bluekai
Welcome back, friend! Stories of the old always make you reminisce, and like you said in your earlier posts when re-reading older messages, makes you think you could have done things differently for a ..more exciting life.
Exciting may not be better, though. With N, I’d probably be stuck with more kids than I’d like and be in careers that I’d probably hate. I think with V, it’ll be exciting sexually but dangerous vis-a-via married life.
V’s slips
V and I grew closer as the project continued. We met weekly on Wednesday nights, and as the core group grew tighter, V and I drifted further and further away from the rest. We’d sneak out to Coronation Shopping Plaza and Serene Centre midway of meetings and reappear just as the items we were responsible for (Publicity) were up for discussion. It was our little moment of peace amidst all the cut-throat competitiveness of all the other top-tier students, doing homework at Island Creamery at Serene Centre, or Starbucks at Coronation. I enjoyed my sessions with V even though I always got home late around midnight after those meetings. V was open-minded, and her time in a girl’s school made her slightly bereft of boundaries. She’d sometimes grab my hand while sitting opposite to tell me how cold she was and she needed my hand to warm up, or do a little footsie up and down my shins to get my attention while I was focused on work.
There was one weekend where we both met at her school to finish up some publicity materials for an event that was about to take place - a gigantic 4 storey banner. When we met, she was dressed in her usual baggy school T-shirt, matched with her school skirt. As we moved around the banner to paint, she would be on all fours - through which I sometimes caught glimpses of her chest and bra (white cotton) through the neck opening of her school T-shirt. While I tried not to sneak glances, I could not help myself and ended up looking over more than I should. As we moved around, she inadvertantly splattered paint on her skirt, to which she would ask me for help to try to either remove or scratch off as it dried. As she squatted down, her short skirt parted to reveal white cotton panties - with a few stray hairs peeking out from the side. That was the most difficult part of the 12-Hour day - having to hide my erection with her exposed underwear staring at me straight in the face, and trying to assist her with paint removal. This continued over on Sunday, and the mental images associated with them contributed to several nights of dreams.
We took a break from the committee activities to take Promos, though V and I still maintain communications through messaging. After the release of results (I finally went up to J2), V said she needed to blow off some steam and asked if I was free to go cycling with her at East Coast Park. In 2009, to get to ECP, one would have to take a bus from Kembagan for the fastest route (before gothere.sg was created). As V was taking driving lessons around Paya Lebar - we agreed to meet at Paya Lebar and take the MRT together before transiting over.
When V arrived (she was one hour late), she was all flustered from rushing to complete her tasks for the day. Her cheeks were red and she was perspiring slightly in the heat of the noon sun. As she complaining about how hot it was because she was wearing so many layers (white shirt tied around waist, white camisole underneath paired with blue daisy dukes), I suggested that she cool down before we proceeded. Before I barely registered, she chucked her unzipped bag in my arms and proceeded to unbutton her top at the MRT platform (remember I said she was open minded and had few boundaries). She was down to her camisole, and as she bent to fold her white shirt, I was offered a full view - as her strapless bra was slightly loose - of her nipples and breasts. While smaller than what I experienced previously, they were perky with pink slight largeish nipples, and my mind strayed to how it would be like to play with them with my mouth. At that specific moment, I was pretty sure that if not in public, I could have supported her bag at waist level without using hands. I saw many more slips throughout the day - when she was adjusting her bike seat and even while she was riding (bicycle, not the position). As we cycled from the Road Safety Centre area down to the Burger King (demolished), I could feel my penis getting more erect as I saw her breasts bounce over speed bumps and humps - and yet it was numb and buzzing due to the pressure from the bike seat - a strange phenomenon. As we cycled past NSRCC, she decided to finally stop to get a drink- so we finally got off our bikes. As she knelt to tie her shoelaces - her fully opened camisole top, and her panties peeking through the openings of her daisy dukes- were in full view. Amidst that strange numb erection - I felt a pumping sensation, followed by a warm wetness in my pants.
This was the first, but definitely not the last, load caused by V.
Coronation Shopping Plaza
V’s ‘friendship’ with me was growing out of hand, albeit in a good way. She would ask me out with her to go clothes shopping, and sought my comments on how she looked in them. The pinnacle of such visits was when, prior to a trip to Sentosa with her friends, she asked me along to Far East Plaza to help her pick out a bikini. I remember, with extremely clarity how she would try one on, and walk out for my opinions on whether I found the bikinis too sexy or too revealing - repeating the cycle the entire afternoon before settling on a black triangle halter piece that showed the right amount of cheek. I also recall developing a carnal lust for her, and a burning desire to rush in with her to see how her body looked like naked, and to see how she would react. It was the first time in my life I had harboured such sexual desires for someone - I wanted to see V in full nudity, and I wanted to have sexual relations with her as well. Part of me felt that she was interested as well, given the flirty texts that she would send me, and the graphic details of what she wore, etc
(whatsapp had not been invented yet, so one had to rely alot on one’s imagination)
. However, I felt guilty - for trying to engineer situations where I could see more slips, or even end up in a sexual relation with her, but yet, I was determined to quench that lust for her. The combination of bikini try on images, as well as the slips from the ECP cycling trip - the slightly elongated nipples in her loose bra, as well as the little hairs peeking from the seams of her panties - were deeply etched in my mind, and required changes of bedsheets in the morning especially when I thought about them before going to sleep. I recall one night where I went to sleep imagining how her nipples would interact with, and rest on the white spandex and padding of the black bikini and how it would have felt to pinch them underneath the fabric- and I woke up in the morning having to flip the mattress around after removing the soaked bedsheet, blanket and mattress protector.
On 13 September 2010, V asked if I was interested to meet her at Coronation Shopping Plaza to study after school. Since I was already going to be distracted anyway, I thought I would rather be distracted by the ‘right stuff’. I took the long bus ride to Bukit Timah, and reached slighly after 6pm, where V was already waiting - she was changed into a frayed miniskirt, and wore an adidas hoodie as a top
(she was a self-professed fashionista and hated being in uniform)
. After we exchanged greetings, I went to queue to get a beverage (double chocolate frappe), and while waiting, started to observe V. She had a pencil tucked into her bun to secure it
(she could do it was a chopstick as well)
, and her pink tinted lip gloss seemed to accentuate her features. As she crossed and uncrossed her legs, I could see that she was wearing pink panties that evening. I could not focus that night while we were studying, as I had one more new image to add to my library of V’s slips. My mind was racing as we studied through the night, and my heart beat faster as I tried to hide my erection, which was further intensified when I saw V’s pink bra straps peek through - she was only wearing a bra underneath her jacket.
Close to 945pm, we were told to pack up and leave, since we were the only occupants remaining at the Starbucks. As I stood up, V pointed out a wet stain on the front of my pants - and asked if I spilled anything on it, before trying to dab it with a servette
(as I said earlier, boundaries, and the lack thereof)
. I grabbed her hand and got her to stop before she reached - 1) we were in public, and 2) I was still aroused at that point of time. I think she got the hint when she asked-
“Are you turned on?”
. It was one of those moments where you have only right answer, and the answer could swing either way. In a burst of ill-gotten courage, I countered:
“Yes, by you”
. V had a wry smile, leaned in with a hand on my lap and said:
“Me too, shall we do something about it?”
. All resources devoted to rational thought was diverted down South. I was ready to go, and everything had culminated in this moment. To date, I still thank the lucky stars on how isolated Coronation is after 8pm, after the last stragglers have finished tuition and left NTUC. Coronation at 10pm was a ghost town, save for the old security guard, and there was no one around to stop two teenagers going on a public tryst. V led me by the hand to the female toilet on level one- directly opposite the NTUC, and we both pushed the dustbins to block the door from opening. Since the doors could not be locked - we were at risk of being discovered if the security guard had heard us and pushed hard enough.
V was a tease, and she was rearing to go. She sat on the sink counter, and slowly unzipped her hoodie lower to reveal her pink bra, ending at her navel area. She hiked up her skirt, and rested her legs on the counter, revealing her matching pink panties. I took it as an invitation, and went straight in. As we started kissing, my right hand supported her back, while my left found its way into her panties. As my fingers crept past the hairy patches, they moved downwards to find her already wet lips, and quite naturally found the opening of her vagina. Using my middle and fourth finger, I slipped into her vagina - where the gushing warmth and wetness was accompanied by a stifled moan as she pulled me closer and moaned into my neck. Remembering how N and YJ reacted to certain spots, I added my left thumb to the mix, massaging the tip of her nether regions, and V reacted strongly to that - shuddering as we kissed, and the levels of moisture increasing as I intensified the scooping motion of my third and fourth finger. As I extricated my hand from her panties (was almost cramping up at that point of time), a semi white fluid dripped from my fingers - V came.
V pulled me close with her legs wrapped around me. With us almost at the same height, her seating at the counter placed her vagina at an optimal position. V unbottoned my school top and tossed it aside - to which I reciprocated by unzipping her jacket and unhooking her bra. This was everything I had dreamed of, seeing her nipples erect in excitement and lust, and V in almost full nudity. She proceeded to undo my pants, and reached in for my penis - this was the first time I have ever felt it throb in such a manner - with the vein running on the right side of it more prominent than usual - and directed it closer to her nethers. I responded by pulling off her panties, and pulling her skirt up to her waist to have a better view. This was everything I had ever wanted - to see V nude, and to have V craving for me. V positioned my penis at the lips of her vagina - and learning from previous ’educational’ videos, I slid my penis right in. I cannot describe the first time a penis enters a vagina - the warm, slippery, tightness of it - which a hand can never accomplish, and the ticklish sensation that first comes as the head slides in, before the pressure that follows as the shaft goes in deeper. The motion was natural, and since V was already horny - the moisture, driven by the pleasurable sensation - made everything ten times better. As I intensified my thrusts, V moaned even louder into my ear, hugging me close and wrapping her legs around me. Her little moans, directing me to go either harder, or faster, excited me even further. As the pressure built up, and I knew I was about to ejaculate, I panted
Can I finish on your face?
.
She moaned back:
Just ejaculate in me
, before latching on even tighter.
She came, just as I came as well. I felt her vagina pulsating just as I ejaculated, and with it a white creamy discharge that surrounded my penis. As we kissed post-climax, and I pulled out my somewhat deflated penis, V knelt and licked it clean. V was more insatiable and hornier than I previously imagined a girl would be.
Hi all, I have only one more escapade to finish for V to conclude the chapter for Sec 4 and JC life.
Would you all be interested to read about Uni phase sexcapades (tuition centre boss, a tutee and a tutee’s sister)?
Uniform fetish
I thought it would be natural for V and I to be a couple after that. In my naïve state, I thought sex was sacred – between two committed partners. However, when I asked V to be my girlfriend, she outright declined, citing her preference for an open relationship, as well as my upcoming enlistment, as two key reasons why she did not want to commit at this stage. I thought the door with her was closed forever when the texts, which came every minute previously, trickled to a slow crawl of one per week, and eventually died off. I was quite devastated at the point of time - V was the first girl I had sex with, and I honestly did want more opportunities to ‘do’ her in future. So I went back to alternating my left and right hand; went back to focus on A levels, and set my mind to my impending enlistment taking place on 9 December, 2010. I was somewhat heartened by her well-wishes when I enlisted (at least she remembered the date), but I was more resolved to move on from her than ever. Four months of BMT zoomed past
(I was PTP, as I could not jump more than 216cm in Standing Broad Jump)
, and before I knew it, we had passed out from Tekong, and I made it to Command School as an Infantry Officer Cadet.
I remember it was a Friday in April 2011 (block leave week) when the results of my posting came in. My OC, PC, Sergeants and fellow company mates were congratulating me on Facebook, and I noticed V liking almost every post and photo I was tagged in
(my Coy uploaded a Facebook album of our training)
. In one particularly confusing move, she even left a heart emoji on one of the photos of me briefing peers during SIT test, commenting with a one-word ‘Melt’. Her renewed interest was strange, if not suddenly off-putting, as I had worked hard to put her behind me in those four months. It was even stranger when she started texting me again – asking me how I did for my A levels, and if I was interested in going to NUS with her (she applied for NUS School of Design), to which I was adamant I wanted to go to NTU instead. I recall her reply as ‘Then I won’t get to see you as often’ – which I cautiously avoided answering to prevent leading her on. But she was persistent, and continued to make attempts to meet me over the month of May, and I finally agreed to meet her at an appreciation function for the pioneers of the Youth-Charity Symposium we were both previously a part of (per my previous stories). In my mind, I thought that a public function at her school, along with the snakes we called ‘acquaintances’, would deter any action, and provide closure for both of us.
I booked out on the Saturday afternoon, and proceeded straight down to her school in Bukit Timah- reaching around 5pm. We exchanged the pleasantries and I suddenly realised that V had changed quite significantly in the five months that we had not met. She now sported a geometric lotus tattoo on her right inner bicep, and another geometric tattoo of a dandelion on her left forearm, plus a tongue stud. She also started putting on more make up, with eyeliner and blushers – and the overall more grungy look was quite sexy, except for the fact that, she was dressed in her school uniform along with her schoolmates in an ironic twist. When the crowd thinned out after the initial greetings, she edged closer to me, and I could tell she wanted to do a bit of catching up after the long hiatus that we hadn’t spoken. Deep inside, as I looked at her during the catch-up conversation, I could feel the attraction returning, with a few wisps of lust coming back, especially as when I saw the tongue stud glistening as she spoke and started wondering how it would feel to make out with her with that tongue stud now in place. While unspoken, I could feel that her animal attraction was also returning, and from what she was saying from how she followed me on social media – it was obvious that she had a thing for the green uniform, or simply, men in green. At that point, I have had no contact with members of the other gender for more than five months, and I was hoping that I could ride on that attraction to lead to something.
It was 8pm by the time the function/ party ended. Fuelled by pure lust, I asked her when no one was in earshot, if she’d like to make out with me, at somewhere perhaps a bit more private. She laughed and leaned in – and just as I thought she was about to whisper in my ear, she stuck her tongue out and nuzzled my earlobes, gently tickling it with her tongue. To a passerby, it looked as if she was just whispering in a friend’s ear, but I was certain more was going on. The floodgates were about to open, so I told her that we would have to continue this more privately, fast, before everyone starts pointing at the growing bulge in the front of my pants, and perhaps report me for indecent exposure. V’s eyes twinkled with mischief. She asked if I would like to see her other piercings as well, and led me by the hand towards the classroom corridors. Going up the stairwell, she led the way, (deliberately?) with her buttocks at my eye level, and I could not resist. I reached out with my other hand and squeezed the left cheek, before sliding it in between her legs and up her skirt – feeling the smooth silkiness of her thighs, and slowly moving up to her crotch area. V stopped at a landing and faced me – it was an awkward moment, with her looking at me stopped in the stairwell landing, and with one hand under her school skirt. V pulled me towards the wall, and directed my hand straight on to her vaginal area – before wrapping both arms and a leg hiked up around me. We both started kissing, with her back against the wall, and my fingers repeating what they did months ago, with the same moist sensation that lubricated my fingers as I fingered V. V got wetter, and for better access, I tore the thin lace strap of her panties and ripped the fabric off her, so that I could pleasure her better. I moved my fingers in a scooping motion with increasing speed and depth, and just as V moaned through gritted teeth – I could feel her coming again – with moisture running down from the webbing of my fingers down to my wrist. The air smelt salty as V leaned back against the wall panting, lowering her leg and wrapping her arms tighter around me (her panties lay discarded in a pile on the floor).
V complained of a leg cramp shortly after and directed me to bring her to an adjacent classroom (quite thankfully, the classrooms of her school did not have windows) to rest. I scooped her in my arms, carried her to the classroom and deposited her on a typical school chair (you know, the grey ones with metal legs). I knelt in front of her, massaging her right calve before she spread her legs open right in front of my face, and lifted her left leg up to rest on the chair. Her vagina was now hairless, compared to the first time I saw it at Coronation Shopping Plaza and I could see a mucosal coating that glistened around her pink lips. She grabbed my hair (thankful grown out by then) and yanked my face towards her vagina – and so, emulating what I learnt from videos, I extended my tongue and caressed her clitoris with it, trying to paint the alphabet as I went along. The taste was not unpleasant, but definitely needed some getting used to – and I soon fell into a pattern where I assessed how she was aroused based on where I placed my tongue, and the corresponding actions. She liked the tickling on the clitoris, but it rocked her world when I cupped my mouth and sucked on her clitoris while painting it at the same time, combining it with some light finger action – causing her to toss her head back with eyes closed, and a rapid unbuttoning of her uniform top to show her lace see-through bralet. I saw where her other two piercings were – her nipples were also pierced, each with a small metal stud protruding, and witnessed first hand how when first undressed, her nipples were of average size, but became erected and elongated the longer I nuzzled on her clitoris – and she freed her hand from gripping the edge of the chair to direct my other non-fingering hand to play with her nipples. I could tell V was exploding, with her juices now running down my chin, and her hand applying pressure to the back of my head – combined with heavy moaning and panting, as well as a light sheen of perspiration that coated her abdominals.
V pulled me to a standing position, and while remaining seated, started to undo my belt, pulling off my pants and stroking my penis in one swift motion. She licked her palm and coated my penis with her saliva, before turning around to face away from me on the chair, and directing me by the shaft to penetrate her. This position felt different, with a different sensitivity that appealed to the base of my tip. I started with my hands on her hips, and once I was sure I had the right motion, I moved forward to cradle her breasts. V also moved to a more upright position that allowed me to nuzzle her neck while I flicked her highly sensitive nipples. It was not long before I felt that it was my turn to explode, and I pushed her away rapidly to prevent ejaculating in her vagina. As I desperately and tightly gripped my shaft – putting my thumb on the tip to control the burst, V took over and started stroking harder, jerking it with her tongue outstretched. The cold metal stud added a tingly feel to my erogenous area – and in a suddenly mind-blanking second, the built up pressure within my penis escaped outwards when her tongue was waiting, where she swallowed, and engulfed my penis in her mouth, tickling it with her tongue as she moved her head up and down. I was not done post ejaculation – and was more aroused than before. Seated on the chair now, I sat her down facing me, and got her to ride me – with a breast in each hand and my tongue going wild on each nipple. This was the most turned on I have ever seen V – with her moans growing louder with each thrust inside her, and her riding even more vigorously in response to feel the length of my shaft in her – before I moved us both on to the floor in missionary position, and finally ejaculating on her stomach, with my sperm pooling near her navel.
Finally deflated, we both laid on the cement floor and spooned, where my penis rested right above her still-moist vagina. Tickled by it, she started grinding against it, and I could feel the moisture level increase again, accompanied by a third awakening of my shaft. As she continued to grind – she moaned each time the tip of my penis brushed against her lips, and in response to the teasing, I wrapped one arm around her chest to slow down her movements and slid my penis in – for the third time that night. The warmth and moisture of that final session was memorable – we were both lying on our sides on the classroom floor, and I tried to make deep and forceful, but slow thrusts, focusing more on a sensual experience to prolong that sensation we both enjoyed. When we both finally achieved orgasm – my testicles were sore from ejaculating so many times in one night after months of under-usage.
V and I continued as friends after, as she refused to be in a committed relationship (I went to get tested after I realised what ‘open’ truly meant). She went to NUS, while I went on to complete OCS, with sporadic texts communicating and catching up on life once every few months. We broke off all communications in 2016, when my wife (then girlfriend) saw a Facebook message from her confessing that she wished she’d say yes when I asked, and I was everything she wanted in a partner. She is doing well now as a marketing director for some social media company – where her Instagram posts appear on my feed from time to time.
From Secondary School to end of JC, I was lucky to meet willing partners in N, YJ, and V – who ‘taught’ me how to attract females, and how to pleasure them. These lessons carried on well when I went to university, where I had several more escapades before finally stopping in 2016 when I met my wife-to-be. Till next time, where I will write on how 1) I tame a 35 year old cougar in a bodycon dress; 2) de-stress an 18 year old N level repeat student; 3) fuck a student’s older sister on a black leather sofa in their home; and 4) lastly banged a cheerleader in my hall room (Crescent hall) before finally settling down.
Taming the cougar
I applied for a tuition opening in August 2012, just as I started university. Like many of my peers, I wanted financial independence, and hence thought that tuition was the fastest way ahead. However, the start was not as smooth sailing as I thought, as most centres wanted MOE/ NIE trained tutors, and most parents wanted female tutors for one-to-one home tuition. Savings from my NS allowance were starting to dip when I finally got called for an interview in a tuition centre in Yishun – 15 minutes away from my place of residence. This was an ideal situation for me, as not only could I save on transport costs when returning home from hall over the weekend, the centre was willing to negotiate my fee of $45/hour. I was determined to get the job to save my financial situation.
That very Saturday, I arrived at the planned location 15 mins ahead of time, and scouted the location. The tuition centre was situated at the void deck of a HDB flat, and the place was spanking new- you could still smell the paint lingering, along with the fine construction dust. The place was also well designed, with glass panels for classroom walls, allowing me to see that each classroom was well equipped with a projector of its own, and with standard classroom tables and chairs that had their plastic wrappers still attached. Interestingly, there were also two bubble domed CCTV cameras per classroom with overlapping fields of angle, as well as one right at the front entrance over-looking the glass door – the owner clearly had high demands for security considerations of the tuition centre. The overall vibe of the place felt more like a consultancy firm rather than a tuition centre, and my interest in the owner of the place was piqued. I have also attached the layout of the tuition centre to provide some reference to the story.
While I waited outside, I noticed a Mercedes C series stopping right outside, and I guessed that the female driver behind the wheel was the owner of the tuition centre. As she got out of her car, I was quite struck by the overall package. She was almost as tall as me, and had shoulder length brown hair that framed her face, accentuating her high cheekbones and stern looking eyes. She had a beauty mark on her left cheek, and it seemed to make her eye lashes and blue tinted eye shadow stand out – providing a sensual look to her features. Her narrow shoulders were framed in a cream blazer, and she was wearing a white knit body-con dress that ended at her knee. Her blemish-free calves were further enhanced by the Louboutins that she sported, and provided her with a certain sway as she walked towards the entrance of the centre. As a hot blooded 21 year old male, my eyes gravitated to her behind as she bent to unlock the glass door – the motion stretching the white knitted material of her dress hinted at the black panties she wore underneath her dress. At that instant, while I wanted to remain professional, I had made up my mind to work for this lady even if she gave me $20/hour.
As I settled in her office, J took off her blazer and tossed her Chanel flap on her desk, before tying her hair into a high ponytail. As she vigorously struggled with the scrunchie to secure her hair, I realised 1) her breasts jiggled each time her arms moved, and 2) she was wearing a black bra underneath her dress as well
(Dark coloured lingerie really did not go well with light coloured dreses)
. I was distracted half the time during the interview by two things – J’s wobbling breasts each time she moved her arms, and the incredibly Hi-Res CCTV feed on the laptop behind her that captured the entire interview. Notwithstanding, the interview eventually became less formal, and I found out that 1) J was desperate for tutors, as she had student registered, but no teachers yet; 2) she was 35 years old, and divorced; 3) she had no experience with tuition centres as she was a former financial consultant who wanted a change of profession. By the end of the session, I was interested in getting closer to J.
J’s fashion sense was office-chic, often in white. On weekdays, she usually wore full business attire- with open collared shirts/ blouses unbuttoned sufficiently from the top to be sexy, but not cross the line to slutty; coupled with her usual cream blazer and pencil skirts. On weekends, she typically dressed in bodycon dresses that clung to her figure- with her lingerie lines often popping up and showing through the thin fabric of the dresses. As the first tutor recruited by J, I was granted quite a few privileges –J would drive to NTU to pick me up for lunch together (usually at Singapore Island Country Club); I was given the key to the place; as well as the control of the CCTV system for when parents complained about their kids and I had to ‘fire back’ when she was not in office
(she was scouting for more locations for expansion)
. I have to admit that I abused the CCTV system often when closing up the place alone at night
(by then I was teaching seven days a week, with the last lesson ending around 10pm)
– usually using it to see what J did when alone in her office. The angle and resolution of the feed in her office was immaculate, allowing me a fresh top-down view of her breasts almost every other day that served as wanking material nightly. Going through the feed, I also noticed that J spent quite a considerable reviewing footage of me teaching – which made me wonder what was going through her mind. I recall reviewing the CCTV footage again on 21 Dec 2012 (Friday) after a particularly long day with a terrible student (I wanted to complain to his parents when the centre reopened in Jan). Out of habit, I opened the feed to J – and I caught her going through my feed again. Quite interestingly, she seemed to be rubbing her chest area with crossed arms, with her thumb going around in circles over her left breast as she leaned back and closed her eyes. Watching her ‘tickle’ herself was a bit too much for me to take – and I was almost shaking with lustful energy as I closed the tuition centre. J and I was supposed to meet the next day to work on teaching materials and syllabus for 22 Dec 2012, and my mind was going crazy imagining all the scenarios I could have with her – provided if she reciprocated.
J appeared in a thin-strapped black slip dress the next day. It was a loose flowing fabric piece quite unlike her usual style that showed off her curves and lingerie lines, but yet it was sexy enough with the lace trimmings, and the fact that hem ended midway on her thigh gave me an erection throughout the entire day as I constantly glanced at her silky smooth thighs when we were seated side by side in Classroom 2. As we wrapped up for the day at 11pm, J thanked me for my work, and as I stood up, she reached in for a hug – not the usual-arm-around-shoulder-squeeze type of hug, but a full on arms-wrapped-around hug. In that moment, the thin fabric she was wearing allowed me to feel where her legs ended beneath her dress; as well as the weight of her soft breasts softly pressing against my chest, feeling her heart beat against my own – and in my Adidas shorts, I could not control my erection as well as I could with stiffer fabrics (i.e denim). J let out a little gasp, and just as I thought she was going to push me away, but she reached lower and grabbed my right butt cheek, pushing my lower body closer against hers so that she could better feel my erection rub against her. In my mind – this was amazing, yet scary at the same time – this was with a woman 14 years my senior, and my boss at that. However, reason gave way to lust as I unclasped her bra, and as it fell from under her dress to the floor (ivory push ups from Triumph), I knew we were both at a point of no return.
Sexually, I was still relatively inexperienced. As J hopped on to the teachers desk and leaned back, pulling me by the arms closer to her, I did not know where to start – should I undress her first then myself? Or should I just penetrate her immediately? Or should I do what V liked? I reached underneath J’s dress and felt around for the elastic of her panties, yanking them outwards where they were stuck entangled around her heels around her ankles. J’s vagina looked slightly different from V’s – it was darker, the lips were more protuberant, but the pink shade was familiar, and more importantly, J was completely smooth, with no sparse hairs or ingrown hairs. As I parted her legs, I rested J’s legs over my shoulders, and started to eat her out at the desk where I usually taught at; sticking my tongue straight into the mucousal opening of her vagina, and slowly moving it inwards and outwards – varying the flicking pressure and speed as I savoured the juices of her vagina. J was turned on by the oral action, evident from her wriggling of the straps of her dress to expose her perky breasts, with her nipples perked in the cold air from the air-conditioning, and her grabbing her own breasts and moaning in lust. The heat she emitted from her body was tremendous, and I took that as an invitation to strip J. Fully naked save for her heels, J sat upright and led me to a lying position on the floor, where she crossed her legs over my head and positioned her vagina directly over my mouth, while she removed my shorts and boxers completely, and started licking off the fluids that were streaming from the tip of my penis, before putting the entire penis head into her mouth. While I have had blowjobs from both YJ and V, this was completely different – almost cyclical in nature: As I continued to provide oral pleasure to J, she was more turned on and provided even more sensual blowjobs; which turned me on even more to match the intensity with everything I could give with my tongue – it was an infinite loop of pleasure. I knew I was doing the right thing when J let out an extremely loud moan amidst her panting, and shifted herself over to my lower body, sliding directly onto my erect penis. With her buttocks facing me, and her hands on my knees, J started a bouncing motion – starting slowly to feel the length of my shaft in her, before moving faster as the lubricant kicked in. She was on a trajectory on her own, with a moan escaping her with every bounce, and her hands holding on to her bouncing breasts and ending in pinched nipples – her moans were getting louder and higher pitched when I knew she was peaking orgasm.
Panting, she pulled out and turned around before re-insertion, and she was now facing me as she rode. In a tease, she would watch my face as she moved up and down, and deliberately slow down when reaching the tip to excite my erogenous area, before sliding down again and repeating the riding cycle. As I struggled not to moan and not to ejaculate, J grabbed a breast and shoved it in my mouth – where I instinctively sucked on her nipple, using my tongue to abuse it as much as I could; and the rush of fluid that gushed from our pubic regions was an indication of how much J liked being aroused on her nipples. Watching her bite her lower lip and tilt her head back in pleasure, I could not control my penile muscles any longer and hurriedly pushed her away before erupting all over my own abdominals. J squatted beside me as she wiped the sperm off, and I could see she was still turned on, judging by the glistening coat developing on her vagina. I too, wanted to give her more.
Taming the Cougar, Part 2
J and I laid on the wooden floors in full nudity holding hands, until it got too cold under the strong 18 degree aircon breeze and we decided to get dressed to proceed home. I helped J put on her undies and helped to reclasp her bra, taking the opportunity to slide both my hands forward to cup her breasts and hug her from behind, making sure she felt my re-energized erection rest on her buttcheek as she leaned back and rested her head on my shoulders. I was soon leaving a wet trail on her panties, and I knew I was physically ready to do J again, should the opportunity present itself that evening.
As J and I locked up the classrooms individually and returned the keys to key press in her office- we both realised that the CCTV was running the entire time of our soirée, and had recorded everything in its full Hi-Res glory. J had a mischievous look as she moved the cursor to play - and we sat in her office watching the full 20 mins or so of foreplay and sex, with the volume turned up so that we could hear each other moan through the muffled audio of the feed. I was getting aroused watching J’s breasts bounce along with each jostle, especially the way she rubbed the her breasts together and moved her hands up her neck as she adjusted each ride to ‘feel’ me inside her, and as her breasts knocked together when she leaned forward to support herself placing her hands together on my chest. I could feel the wet spot growing on my boxers again as the pre-cum started to trickle.
As the video drew to an end, J turned on her swivel chair to delete all traces of the visual feed, and to disable all other feed from the CCTVs
(I could see the feed boxes going black one by one)
. She was leaning forward from her chair, with her left arm resting on the back rest while she manoeuvred the mouse with her right hand, and her knees resting on the seat cushion (imagine someone kneeling on a swivel chair) - with her buttocks and vaginal area directed at me. Stripping off again, I crept behind J and nudged my tip towards where I presumed her vagina would start underneath her dress. While startled by my approach, J did not deny my advances as I extended my arms under her dress and pulled off her underwear for a second time that evening. Her black panties were covered with a familiar milky white secretion at the vaginal section, and the juices had permeated the thin, wet Spandex fabric of her panties - she was clearly turned on again from the video we had created and watched. Holding her neck with my left hand, I rubbed the tip of my penis against her well lubricated lips, eliciting even more lubrication before moving the entire shaft inwards to her clenched vagina.
Doing J from behind on a swivel chair was not ideal, as the chair would roll when the intensity of the thrusts increased. J pulled away from my thrusts and lay on her table instead, parting her thighs with her legs suspended in mid air, gripping me by the penis and directing it straight to her opening.
" Do me hard, and finish in my mouth. Don’t hesitate to be rough"
, she said as I re-penetrated her. Her legs were soon resting against my shoulders as I thrusted her repeatedly, using my right hand to tickle her clitoris as I pounded, while I had the left hand fishhooked in her mouth, with her sucking on my thumb with increasing intensity - before she let go and screamed in pleasure while my right wrist almost cramped from the constant rubbing of her clitoris. I could also tell what J liked, and she would bite her lip as I exited and re-entered her vagina as gently and as ticklish as I could, only to moan and tremble as she received the whole shaft.
My core was starting to sore, and my penis was starting to feel raw when J suddenly let loose a torrential stream of fluid from her vagina, and I pulled out in surprise - it was too milky to be urine, yet too watery to be the usual sexual secretions. J sighed and leaned back, running a finger up and down her vaginal lips as she rested her head off the edge of her desk, panting.
“I’m done for the night. Grab the mop from the toilet please. And I owe you an ejaculation”
Drunk Car Sex
J was treating me as if we were in a relationship. She would drive by to NTU to pick me up from Hall to go for lunch as fancy restaurants in Orchard or country clubs, and these lunches typically ended up with shopping trips at high end boutique at Mandarin Galleria/ Paragon area. As J’s tuition business expanded, so did her spending habits - she would meet her high-flying financial advisor and banker friends for drinks and golf, racking up club bills and high credit card bills. I did not complain about about the treatment though. While I quite enjoyed the luxury that accompanied J, the sex had become routine, and I felt I was more of an exhibition piece to showcase to her friends - that she could get someone almost 15 years younger than her attracted in her. For me, the initial attraction was waning to the point of irritation, where I felt that my presence in the tuition centre was more for her entertainment than that of fulfulling my professional duties.
It was at this time we started a class for Sec 5 ‘O’ level preparation in 2013, and Ki joined my class, given that I was the most experienced tutor J had at her centres. Ki had already repeated Sec 4 once, and she was determined to make it to a JC to make up for lost time (she was 18 years old in 2013, I was 22). She was Caucasian-Chinese, from one of the lower tier CHIJ schools, and came from an extremely wealthy family living in one of the condos behind Lucky Plaza/ Paragon area. She was also quite pretty with dark-blonde hair and light brown eyes, coming as a track and field athelete (she wanted to use TnF as a DSA bullet in case her O’levels failed her) - with ample breasts that were always squeezed behind a sports bra (she always wore a loose fitting running singlet over), along with her short running tights that emphasized her firm and perky buttocks. We developed quite a cordial relationship from the start, with her often being the most attentive student in my class. While J explicitly forbade students and teachers from exchanging numbers, Ki found my Facebook and Facebook Messenger became our primary mode of contact.
In April 2013, I gave J my one month’s notice. My GPA was slipping from a 4.5 to a 4.3 (based on my poor attendance), and I wanted to reduce my class load to handle my studies better. J did not allow a reduction, and hence that drove my decision to quit, despite all the ‘benefits’ that I was getting from J. While J was not happy with the decision, we both agreed to extend the notice to two months to allow her to find replacement tutors for the Sec 5 Prep classes. On the other hand, I did not know how J would take it on a personal level, given that she had viewed our relationship on a significantly stronger tone than I did - and hence I proposed a dinner (which I would pay for significance) at Orchid Live Seafood (Bah Soon Pah Rd near Yishun), to officially call an end to whatever carnal relationship we once had.
J drove us to the dinner location, dressed in a slinky scoop necked dress after going home to change. She was wearing full make up - a combination of thick ‘ah-lian’ ish eyeliner, pink K-popish lipstick and slightly blushed cheeks, which actually made her look quite good, albeit at a venue with the wrong ambience. We sat side by side - and under the strong wind fluttering the opening of her dress - I saw that J was not wearing a bra that evening. J knew she had my attention when she placed a hand on my thigh and I could feel the front of my trousers tightening even while in a seated position. She leaned in closer - so close that I could see the mascara caked on her eyelashed, and both her breasts as her scoop neck fell open - and whispered
I’m not wearing panties too. You want to go somewhere after dinner?’
. Instant maximum erection, washing away all the accumulated irritation from the past few months. J downed almost 5 bottles of beer by the time dinner ended, and her cheeks were flushed all the way to her chest, and I could see her nipples turn erect in the cool night breeze. I could not imagine what lay in store for us that night, as J was already high.
Her driving was unsafe despite her insistence, and there was no way I wanted her to drive us all the way back to Jurong (to NTU). Given the late hour, I thought I could sneak her to my place (3 mins drive away, beside Orchid Country Club) for her to sleep off the alcohol, and then wake her up before my parents woke up in the morning. So we made the drive back to my condo - and parked at the additional lot at my place (my house has a basement carpark with two lots per unit) - with multiple close calls as J swerved close to the pillars and walls of the basement carpark.
The moment the car was parked in ‘P’ position, and the engine switched off, J pushed her seat all the way back, before leaning over to push my seat back and in a reclining position, her dress slipping off her shoulders as she moved. With her torso leaned across the gear stick area, she unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis from the underwear, stroking it in an up down motion as her breasts jiggled with every motion - before she spat on my penis and started to deepthroat. She went all the way down to almost the full length of my shaft, tearing as she went, before retreating and licking the tip gently to catch the collecting pre-cum - repeating several times as I pulled her hair backwards with one hand and squeezed her breast with the other. J’s tongue motions, combined with the up-down stroking/ sucking pressure of her mouth, resulted in the familiar throbbing sensation that came before ejaculation. As the pressure shifted from the base to the tip, I pressed J’s head all the way down, and as her tongue grazed my tip, I let loose a fountain of ejaculation into her mouth, not letting go despite her rapid taps against my thigh. I pulled her head up when I felt myself deflate slightly, when I knew I was no longer pumping. J looked me in the eye and extended her tongue, showing that she had swallowed whatever I had produced.
It was getting steamy in the car, with condensation forming on the windows against the cooling air of the basement. I was fired up and wanted to do J more intensely - so we got dressed and proceeded to the basement changing rooms of the swimming pool area. As J walked in front, I could see a wet spot behind of her on her dress - almost mucousally white from the friction as she walked, and it resumed some of my blood flow Southernly. As we headed into the female handicap toilet (thankfully clean and dry), I sat J down on the toilet cover and knelt in front of her, spreading her legs apart and resting them on my shoulders. I knew what J liked - circling of the lips with maximum tongue pressure, cupping of the clitoris area with suction and tongue tickling, and finishing with sticking my tongue into her vagina while massaging her clitoris with my thumb. It had become routine at that time, and I knew how to identify her tell-tales, such as when she tilted her head back or pinched her own nipples. As such, I decided to try something different - going maximum suction and maximum pressure on her clitoris while fingering her using my middle and fourth finger - and the effect was instantaneous, with a soft moan escaping her clenched teeth and her hand pressing my head down, while my fingers became increasingly lubricated.
J leaned forward and pushed me against the toilet floor, going for the 69-position we were so familiar with already. Her juices were free flowing as she resumed her oral assault on my penis, and she was so aroused that the fluids were gathering around my chin and trailing down to my neck. I wanted to fuck J badly, given how turned on she had made me - I wanted to press her against the wall of the toilet and make her scream. Standing up and stripping down, I positioned J with her knees on the toilet cover, back-facing me - with her moist lips awaiting my entry. With the handrails as support, I pounded and drove my penis in deeper than I felt I had ever given J - with one hand gripping the rails and the other wrapped around her neck, I went faster and harder as J screamed louder and louder with each thrust, and became more lubricated at each re-entry. I experimented with something more sensual after my buttocks felt like cramping - I leaned J back, slowly kissing her neck and cradled both J’s breasts in my hands, playing with her nipples, as I slowed down my thrusts to go deeper instead of faster. Both J and I seemed to prefer that more, as my penis became more and more sensitive with each thrust, and J became dripping wet. As I was about to ejaculate (I told J about the impending ejaculation), J leaned back and held my hips in place while she started moving herself up and down, and before I could register it, my mind flashed a mental image of Ki’s body, and I had uncontrollably ejaculated in J, with my pulsating penis throbbing as it dumped its load repeated while J’s vagina contracted tighter with every throb, until my penis was fully deflated for the evening.
‘Don’t worry about it’
, J mentioned as she wiped herself off, with sperm still trickling out of her vagina, mixed with her own juices - and slipping into her dress again before helping me get back in my clothes.
Sorry for the lack of updates. I was overseas for work, and now that I am on SHN, I finally have time to continue the recount of what transpired between me and Ki.
June 2013, Ki contacted me via Facebook Messenger, and asked me for my mobile number. As it turned out, the tuition centre had failed to find a replacement tutor in good time, and her mother wanted to find a private tutor for Ki. Her mother had tried up to three female grad tutors, all of whom were rejected by Ki on the first try - and Ki proposed the idea of engaging my services. After bargaining a rate of 65 an hour, plus an additional hundred for travelling expenses, I began teaching Ki at her place.
I take an intermission now to talk about Ki, to allow your imaginations to think of the overall visual presentation. Ki was 170cm tall, and had slender arms and legs due to her track and field CCA. She had a good mix of Asian and Caucasian features, and freckles dotted her nose bridge and cheeks. In terms of body, she was always swaddled in her IJ PE T-Shirt and her super short running tights that hugged her buttocks and peeked at a super tight cameltoe. She was attached to a butch one year her junior, though J had always joked that Ki had an ongoing ’lady boner’ for me.
From June 2013 to Sep 2013, we had intensive lessons together, as I was adamant to prove my mark as a good tutor, and I wanted to bring her grades up to JC level. Concurrently, Ki’s texting with me had turned on a somewhat ‘mature’ trajectory, as what started as a dedicated consultation channel would become a chit-chat session where she would talk about her day/ her relationship troubles. The conversations evolved to a point where I recall she sent me a picture of a mirror selfie of her in a white lace corset and a white lace thong, and asked me if I thought it looked good on her. She would tell me she thought her thighs looked fat, etc. Physical-wise, Ki was quite suggestive - we started lessons sitting at opposite ends of her dinner table, but by Sep, she had requested that I sit beside her, saying that she liked the way I smelt/ the warmth I emitted.
Sitting beside her was dangerous. She would hike up the sleeves of her IJ PE-T, and in the large open arm holes that were exposed as she was writing, I could see her full breasts - she did not wear a bra during lessons at times - and I was seated so close that I could see the enlarged pores/ bumps that surrounded her areolas. Hiding a boner was the most difficult - and I would sometimes get distracted trying to think of what to teach in order to dispell the boner. There was one time I had to excuse myself to the toilet to tuck my penis upwards into my belt in order to prevent my erection from showing. Things were not made easier when she would send me off at her door, her nipples (her house was always kept at 18 degrees with full aircon running) peeking through her PE T-shirt, and her cameltoe-ing the hell out of her running bottoms.
Fast forward to Oct 2013, monsoon season. As per our arrangement for the past four months, I met Ki at Orchard MRT, where we walked together to her place (she said she liked talking to me and making me pay for her starbucks along the way). As we exited the back of Paragon, it began to rain, and I offered her my umbrella as I had a change of clothes in my satchel. Quite surprisingly, Ki wrapped her left arm around my right elbow and clung to me, insisting that we share an umbrella together. As we fought the winds and the rain, I could feel Ki’s left breast bump against my right elbow with surprising softness - she was not wearing a bra, and I could feel her nipple caressing my upper arm as she clung in closer to avoid the rain. The tiny umbrella we shared was useless against the whipping rain, and we were both soaked as we crossed the threshold to her condo.
Quite inexplicably, as we stood across each other in the lift - we were aware how naked we looked to each other - her in her soaked faded white PE T-shirt leaving nothing to imagination, and me in my white button down. The Southern Head was fighting a battle with the Northern head, and I retrieved a towel from my bag (for gym after) with the intention to wrap it around her while in the lift up to the eighth level. But as I approached, Ki leaned in with a kiss on my lips, and the fight was lost - the Southern head took charge. I reciprocated and it was full tongue on tongue action, arms travelling around each other with the towel around us.