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Starting from the next session, I would have a “new” arrangement with Vivi.
As an “ang pai”, Vivi was understandably a popular choice. As she was a student, she could only accept an average of 5 or 6 customers on weekdays, from late afternoon. I decided to have a “fixed schedule” with her – every Friday at X time, the last customer. The exception was when I had to travel, which I would let her know in advance. So, for just over one year, almost every Friday night was spent at Vivi’s cosy apartment.
Sometimes, I don’t leave till the wee hours of Saturday morning. Occasionally, I slept over (at her invitation). There was even a couple of times, I turned up at her place with luggage in tow, directly from the airport after a work trip.
As those Friday night sessions lasted two hours or more, we came to an understanding that I would pay a flat 2-hour massage fee. What we did for the two hours (or more) does not matter. I am really grateful, and lucky, that Vivi was happy with this arrangement. She was not “money-faced” and I would not undermine her opportunity cost. I think what made it work was: firstly, we enjoyed each other’s company; secondly, I took a laid back attitude – while ultimately, my expectation was to be seduced and get a release, how it transpired was up to our mood at the time; I think Vivi really liked it that way. Plus, I would also avail myself to look through her school work, which was all of 15min, given my strong command of English. In fact, I normally guide her with “high level” answers/responses, but pare back eventually to make it look like it was “her work”.
Vivi was a happy-go-lucky, fun-loving character. Those Friday nights, she would greet me in a variety of different outfits. She would open the door and hide behind it, while I step in. Among the different outfits: a knock-off kimono (those cheap ones from souvenir shops); a cheerful bikini; a little black dress; a translucent pyjama dress (with nothing underneath – so the nipples and bushy pussy are in plain sight); and my favourite – stark naked in high heels and a baseball cap.
The Friday night sessions always started with a bottle of red. Accompanied by cheese and fruits. We would shoot the breeze, chat about interesting (and annoying) things that happened since we last met, watch funny (sometimes lewd) clips on our mobile phones, and just have a good time, progressing from wholesome fun to raunchy, touchy and downright molestation acts.
For me, it was one way of unwinding after a long work week; I suspect it was the same for Vivi, too. We always knew that the night would end up in some sort of sexual activities, how we got there was part of the journey of fun, intrigue and at times, intensive build-up…
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This particular Friday, an unexpected issue surfaced with a key European client. We were on the phone and then video calls till almost 9pm, when the matter was eventually resolved. I was starving (so were my colleagues who stayed late with me). Both colleagues rushed off for their Friday night commitments. I texted Vivi.
“I just finished work and I’m really hungry”, I informed her in Chinese. “See you downstairs at X time, accompany me for dinner”. “Hao de” (OK), she replied. One thing I really liked about Vivi, she was always accommodating.
Just over an hour later, I was wolfing down my dinner while Vivi discovered the pleasures of Japanese plum wine. Being a regular at that restaurant, the staff moved me to the highly coveted smoking table mid-way through my meal as the previous diners had just left. Vivi was amused as the staff literally took the partly-eaten food and moved us to the outdoor table. As I finished my dinner, the server asked if I would like a second bottle of plum wine. Vivi had pretty much polished off the first bottle as I had only two glasses.
The server brought the second bottle of plum wine as I lit up my cigarette. Vivi took my cigarette and joined me in polluting the air. We were laughing as she shared a funny incident in school that day. Here we were: she, in a white Bape t-shirt, torn denim shorts and adidas sneakers. I had my now-crumpled white business shirt rolled-up to my elbows, grey corporate trousers and a pair of dark tan leather shoes. We looked very mismatched dressing-wise.
As we continued chatting and drinking, Vivi had taken off her sneakers and had one foot resting on my thigh, still sitting opposite me. She shifted her body and now the foot (toes) were rubbing my crotch.
“Gan ma?” (what’s up?), I asked her. “Zou, hui jia jixu he” (let’s continue drinking at home), she said. We still had half-a-bottle of plum wine. I paid and we took the unfinished bottle. The 10min drive to Vivi’s place was uneventful. Until we were at the elevator.
Vivi wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. I think the plum wine was beginning to kick-in for her. I swear I could feel her hardened nipples pressed against my body (I now realized she was braless). My cock twitched. She struggled a little but managed to unlock the front door. She kicked off her sneakers and went straight for the bed. I had to untie my shoelaces, undressed and took a quick shower. I had previously left a mini-travel kit at her place, so I was able to shave and brush my teeth.
By the time I got out from the bathroom, Vivi had poured two glasses of plum wine in the living room. I settled down, wrapped in a towel, and took a sip. Vivi went to shower.
I was comfortable and relaxed at the sofa, watching TV when Vivi emerged from the shower. She snugged up beside me and enjoyed the remaining plum wine. She was also toying with me cock through my loosely worn towel, like a sarong. I couldn’t help but started rubbing her labia, her satin shorts soon became damp. She knelt down in front of the sofa and removed the towel around my waist. She started licking the entire length of my throbbing shaft, up and down, up and down, non-stop, until she took the whole penis into her mouth. I had to stop her before I ejaculated in her little mouth.
Getting the condom from my bag just a metre away, I capped myself and inserted my cock into Vivi’s wet pussy through the side of her baggy satin shorts. I removed her matching satin top. Vivi was laying on the sofa as I drilled her - still in her shorts - she was absolutely at my mercy as I pumped incessantly.
The fabric sofa was not big, and not particularly comfortable for the activity we were indulged in. Vivi took the lead - she wriggled out of my reach and walked towards the bedroom, flinging her satin shorts, which were already at her ankles, off. But before she could lay on bed, I caught up behind her and plunged my still-super-hard cock into her leaking pussy from behind. She instinctively bent down and rested her elbows on the bed, and I continued banging her doddy style. From the bedroom mirror, I could see her breasts swinging wildly from side-to-side. I can see she was getting “weak” in that position. I let her off and she gladly lay on bed, spreading her legs and inviting me to continue fucking her. This went on for a good 10min or so before I shot my load into her.
Hugging her in bed, she whispered softly “jin wan jiu zai zhe ba” (stay here tonight). I nodded. She shut her eyes and slowly drifted to sleep. I got up, removed the condom and washed up. Back in bed, she was asleep. I put my phone to silent mode. It was past 1am. We slept soundly.
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“Remember to pack before you go to bed”, I reminded Vivi on Thursday night. The following day, was the last day before school holidays. School would end at 12 noon, a few hours earlier than usual. I had booked the 4pm Friday flight to Bangkok.
At 1pm on Friday, my taxi arrived at the pre-arranged meeting place near her apartment. Vivi was already there is her sun hat, big sunglasses which covered half her face, and a cabin size trolley luggage. She wore a white linen shirt and a denim mini-skirt. She was beautiful!
I loaded her luggage in the boot and we reached Terminal 2 by 1.30pm. Plenty of time before boarding. The sharp-eyed staff at the SIA First Class drop-off bay spotted my luggage tag and she hurried towards me. I handed her both Vivi and my passport, and my frequent flyer card. Within 15min, Vivi and I had settled down in the First Class Lounge. (We travelled economy class, but my frequent flyer status afforded First Class Lounge access).
“Lao ban, ni zhen bang!” (boss, you’re awesome!), she exclaimed as we sank into the wide armchairs at the lounge. Obviously Vivi was very impressed at how expediently we cleared check-in formalities and the nice lounge environment.
“Qu na dian chi de” (let’s grab some food), I smiled. It was a late lunch, but the buffet spread had just been replenished. It was, like always, local food-led. We tucked in small portions of satay, noodles and fruits. She also helped herself to two glasses of champagne. The short holiday has started. Her cheeks were glowing after the drinks. She was very happy and excited, but being in a public area (peppered with older folks in corporate grey and navy suits), she restricted herself to clutching my hands tightly without overtly showing her enthusiasm and affection.
Arriving in Bangkok, we cleared immigration quickly via the express lane invite courtesy of SIA, and made our way to the visa office. (China passport holders can apply for a visa upon arrival). I love Bangkok in many ways. For a small premium, you can literally jump the queue and be issued a tourist visa fairly quickly.
It was Vivi’s first trip to Thailand. The sights and sounds heightened her senses. I spotted the signboard of the hotel we had booked, and identified myself to the staff. It was, expectedly, hot and humid and a little chaotic at Suvarnabhumi airport. Booking the hotel limousine service meant we could cut thru’ the chaos and we were whisked into the waiting car.
To a certain extent, the routine was like another business Bangkok business trip for me. Just that this time, I had a female companion, and no meetings to attend! I had booked the same hotel that I normally stay in Bangkok, having redeemed complimentary room nights. The limo pulled up to the hotel driveway and the hotel manager, whom I am acquainted with, was waiting. Through the years, the manager never once batted an eyelid on the different companions I would check-in with; to her, she was welcoming a regular guest. And his guest, whoever she might be.
It was a familiar routine. The manager brought us directly to our room. I really appreciated the upgrade – we were given a junior suite, which was a generously-sized living room and a separate large bedroom with a king-size bed and hehe, a leather ottoman chair, those with a separate, smaller seat that served as a foot rest. The coconut welcome drink and lemon-grassed scented cold towels were all prepared. After verifying my credit card details, the manager took her leave, just as the welcome fruit basket and bottle of complimentary wine were delivered.
Vivi looked at me in awe after the hotel staff left the suite. “Did you specially prepare all this for me?”, she asked in Chinese. “Xi wang ni hui xi huan” (hope you will like it), I replied. The truth was, I had redeemed the air-tickets and hotel room, and got lucky with the suite upgrade.
Vivi gave me a big hug. “Wo men xizao qu” (let’s shower), she suggested. It was nearly 7pm local time (or 8pm Singapore) and I was beginning to be hungry. But I reasoned it was not courteous to decline an offer to shower together with Vivi.
We stripped naked in the living room and went to the bathroom which was inside the bedroom. Taking control of the hand-held shower head, she playfully washed me, and then herself. Vivi’s voluptuous body never failed to give me a super hard-on. It was obvious that my cock yearned for action. She gamely knelt on the bathroom floor and sucked my cock. But it ended all too soon.
“Jin wan zai man man zhe mo ni” (I will slowly torture you tonight), she teased. We had a quick wash-up. Though the erection in my cock subsided a little, it was still hard. We went out for dinner, me with a bulging cock.
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After a big local dinner, we felt lazy and decided to head back to the hotel. But the night was still young. Not even 11pm. The hotel’s basement bar was known to be “very happening” – live band, mix of foreign business people and expats alike, and of course, professional hookers. I decided that Vivi should experience it.
It was a busy Friday night, but we managed to find one seat by the bar. Vivi sat down while I leaned next to her. She was amazed at how the working girls would go around casually chatting up the foreigners (mostly white guys). A few of them would then get lucky and leave with the guys. She asked me if I ever took Thai girls from bars back to my room. No, I told her. Technically, it was the truth – I never fancied working girls from bars. I had a “vendor” who would provide northern Thai babes (mostly from Chiang Mai / Chiang Rai), but that’s another story for another day.
Despite the fact I was with Vivi, it did not stop a few of the working girls from approaching me. The best “proposition” I received was from a slim lady with big boobs. By way of introduction, she thrusted her boobs between me and Vivi and suggested a threesome after she claimed to be bisexual. I declined (after explaining to Vivi). I bought her a drink in the spirit of friendliness. After an hour or so, the place became very packed. I was also dying for a smoke, so we took our leave after a couple of drinks.
Back in the suite, the first thing I did was to remove my belt and unbutton my jeans. It was a big dinner. Even that was not good enough to make me feel comfortable; I had to pull down my jeans to beneath my hips. Naturally, the pubic hair around the front of my waist line sprang out. I sat majestically on the leather sofa and lighted my cigarette as Vivi was opening the complimentary bottle of wine.
We were enjoying the wine and channel surfing. Vivi settled on the Discovery Channel, and interestingly the program was something akin to sex in the animal kingdom. Perfect.
Two glasses later, Vivi turned into a tigress. She pulled down my jeans (and underwear) to my ankles and started blowing me. I lied down, slept on the sofa and enjoyed her slurpy, wet enthusiasm. Quite quickly, things accelerated and soon, we had moved onto the bed, both stark naked by then, and refining our 69 skills. I figured out it’s best to grab the condom first before we got too carried away. She probably sensed it, too. As soon as I went back to bed with the condom, she snatched it from me and capped me. There was no need for further foreplay. She was horny and wet. After dimming the room lights, she mounted me and showed me who was the boss.
At her apartment in Singapore, she never cow-girl me. Partly because it was a queen bed, which looked OK but was perhaps not so sturdy. Here, in Bangkok, we had a king bed, super thick mattress resting on a solid wooden frame. She rode me like a wild tiger, her soft breasts and long hair swinging wildly, accompanied by loud grunts. At one point, I thought my cock was going to snap, it was also at that point that I eventually ejaculated as she exclaimed in triumph that she climaxed! Nice finale for our first night in Bangkok.
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After the Calypso cabaret show by the Riverfront, Vivi took a bunch of photos with the performers. I must admit a few of the performers were really pretty! We had durians for supper before heading back to the hotel, alighting a few hundred metres from the hotel to soak in the mini-night market atmosphere.
Vivi liked the cabaret show. She decided to practice a few moves she saw at the show. One of the walls in the living room of our suite had a full length mirror that spanned a few metres wide and Vivi was “performing” in front of it.
“Oh, they had less clothes”, I said in Chinese to Vivi, referring to the cabaret performers who in one scene performed in bikinis. She gamely removed her dress, leaving only her matching black bra and lacy panties on as she continued to dance. After putting on some music from my phone, I joined in the fun by stripping off to my underwear. As we fooled around in front of the mirror, we got naughty and soon, we both were dancing stark naked in front of the mirror, grinding our bodies together.
As my dick got harder and harder, Vivi laughed, asking if I get turned on so easily. I said, yes, because only one of us has a dick. In a split second, she “got it”, and I reminded her that she was hugging the performers when taking photos - the performers have breasts, but maybe some of them have dicks, too!
Vivi gave me a disgusted look and I continued, “at least we have a real man here!”. The playfulness that’s part of Vivi’s personality, emerged. She knelt down and took my stiff cock into her mouth, playfully biting it!
“Ouch”, I pretended to be hurt, but she was not to be fooled. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and ran into the bedroom. Vivi ignored me and continued dancing in front of the mirror. Within seconds, I was back with Vivi. I had gone to put on my condom, which I kept by the bedside.
I interrupted Vivi’s dance routine, pinned her against the mirror and inserted my cock into her pussy from the back. She was absolutely fine with it. I started slowly, but it didn’t take long for Vivi to be naturally lubricated as I poked her pussy from behind. She took a step back and her palms rested firmly on the mirror, providing a nice angle for me to thrust her in standing doggy. We were like a pair of amateur porn actors fucking in front of the full length mirror, with her palm prints replicating all over the mirror as she took my pounding into her stride.
I turned Vivi around, lifted her right leg to rest on the nearby sofa and continued fucking her in a standing position. We were also frenching furiously. We continued in this position, with me doing the “hard work” as I shafted my cock in-and-out of her slippery pussy. Vivi came first as she shivered uncontrollably and collapsed into me. I conveniently lay her down on the sofa and continued pumping her. She was so wet I could hear the “slosh slosh” sound from her pussy. I came shortly.
The 3D/2N Bangkok weekend, though brief, was immensely enjoyable for the both of us. For Vivi, it was her trip outside Singapore since she arrived to attend school, and her first time to Bangkok. For me, it was heart-warming to see a child-like Vivi enjoying the sights, sounds and tastes of Bangkok. Sometimes, it’s not just about the sex. Joy and pleasure come in many forms.
“See you on Friday night”, Vivi said. She kissed me on the lips and walked towards the elevator. I hopped back into the taxi and went home. It was late on Sunday night, we had just returned from our Bangkok fling.
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After Bangkok, I continued to meet Vivi regularly. While it was still transactional – costing two hours of massage fees each time – the nature of the experience evolved. It began to feel more like going to a naughty, secret girlfriend.
The make-shift coffee table at her apartment was quite small, relative to the 3-seater sofa we sat on. But somehow, she managed to arrange a good spread of cheese and fruits on the tiny table. She opened a new bottle of red wine and the cork accidently rolled onto the floor.
I got up to pick up the cork. Bending down, something caught my eye - my eye level was the same as the sofa seat. She was not wearing any panties underneath her short satin pyjama dress. I ignored the cork and moved towards her swiftly, slightly startling her. I spread her legs as much as the dress would allow and she instinctively understood what I wanted.
Pulling up her dress to her hips, she spread her legs wide as I plunged my tongue into the delicious looking pussy. She was ruffling my (head) hair as I licked her like a melting ice-cream.
“Ni hao huai” (you are bad), she pretended to protest. There was no turning back…
Vivi and I removed our clothing piece by piece as our hands explored each other’s body. It was not the first time we were behaving like a pair of lovers, but somehow there was a deeper passion each time. We painted each other comprehensively, and there was a mutual desire to just “let it happen”. I brushed my cock head repeatedly on her pussy lips. I don’t know for sure whose juice it was, but it was a sensitive, sensual and sensational feeling, to feel each other’s wetness through our genitals. I was very tempted to just fuck her raw.
She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. She opened the last drawer – the same drawer that I had previously left my box of condoms. After capping me, she lay down on bed and instructed, “Gan wo!” (fuck me!). I adopted a “push up” position and inserted my throbbing cock rhythmically into her welcoming pussy, upping the tempo with every few thrusts. Vivi simply shut her eyes and opened her legs as wide as she could. Despite a lack of positional variation, we both were enjoying the action and I was trying my best not to come so fast. There was that much I could do to hold back. The small light from the table lamp was good enough to shine on us, showing me how much she was enjoying the sex as I looked at her fair, smooth body, her beautiful breasts sashaying without a care in the world. I could not hold back beyond 5min as I shot my load into the condom parked deep into her pussy.
Through the months, I never got bored with Vivi. She was just good company – funny, playful, slutty and lusty! I no longer viewed her as an ML whom I visited to get me fix – albeit through sexual intercourse – or what bros would refer as an “off-menu item”. Vivi was a companion who made me laugh, drank with me and enjoyed being made love to, a complete evening package which sometimes ended with me staying for the night.
I remember one time, a female class mate video called her on WeChat. We were almost done with the bottle of red and were getting really touchy. Her classmate suggested coming over (to Vivi’s place). Vivi blushed and replied “jin wan bu xing” (not tonight). I could hear her classmate laughing and saying in Chinese “you are keeping a man!” Then to my amusement, her classmate continued “yi qi ya!” (let’s be together!). Vivi laughed nervously and declined. It would have been quite exciting to have a threesome, but then again, I did not know Vivi’s classmate, maybe she was not so pretty… (I am a sucker for pretty girls, and have declined intimacies with ML’s who I did not find pretty).
I teased Vivi, asking if she was shy to have a threesome. “She’s a witch”, was Vivi’s reply in Chinese. I laughed and planted my face into her chest, biting her nipples through her t-shirt. As always, Vivi never wore a bra when I visited. We took the “fight” to the bedroom where we “wrestled” in bed and I stripped her. I pulled my jeans and underwear down, took out my hardened cock and “beat” her breasts with it to “punish her” for denying me a threesome. In no time, I was capped and fucking Vivi doggy-style as she kept saying her classmate was a witch.
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Vivi texted me in the afternoon. She wanted to get some fresh air that night, so I would pick her up downstairs instead of going up to her place that night. Teasingly, she ended her message with “have you done it in the park before?”
I did not want to second guess her open ended question. After work that evening, I packed a large beach towel, wet tissues and condoms into my haversack. On my way to pick up Vivi, I bought a few cans of beer and bottled water.
“Where would you like to go?”, I asked. She said somewhere with fresh air and a nice view. I figured East Coast Park is out – too common, too many people and not exactly fresh air. So we ended up at Mount Faber.
It was not very busy at Mount Faber. After taking her to the “highest point”, we strolled to the quieter areas, picked a spot and had our beer. She remarked about the contrast between the HDB flats, and the “slanting” Reflections at Keppel Bay condo, which we had seen at separate spots earlier. “The difference between the masses and the wealthy”, I said. Then she just leaned on me and looked at the stars.
The spot we chose was quite deserted, and accessible by a single walking path. We were at a grass patch behind the walking path, partially blocked by bushes. Singapore is relatively safe, so I was not worried about getting mugged. I was more worried about nocturnal insects!
Vivi shut her eyes. I kissed her lightly on her lips. Nothing happened for about half-a-minute. Then I felt her hand rest on my crotch. She started to touch my cock, rubbing through my jeans. She was wearing a loose fit, casual one-piece dress. I placed my hand on her thigh, underneath her dress, and slowly inched up. She was not wearing panties. And she began to get wet as I played with her pussy. Vivi stood up and looked around for a few seconds.
As soon as she sat back down, she unzipped my jeans and my cock, already hard, literally bulged out of my underwear. Pulling down my jeans and underwear, she took the wet tissue and wiped my cock and started blowing me. I guess she stood up earlier to check “if the coast was clear”. As Vivi sucked my cock, her head bobbing up and down, I took out the condom from my haversack. She knew what I was doing. I slept on the grass patch, capped myself as Vivi lifted her dress up and went on top of me.
As my jeans were just below my knee caps, my movement was somewhat restricted. But that was fine. Vivi was in charge that night, as she rode me at her own pace and own pleasure. The most I could do was unbuckle her bra, and caressed her soft tits and hardened nipples. I think we were at it for some 10min before I unloaded my sperm. She unplugged her pussy from my cock, and help me remove the soaked, sticky condom. We quickly wiped clean and adjusted our clothes.
We giggled like teenagers as we chucked the used tissues and stuff into the 7-Eleven plastic bag which still had two unopened cans of beer. Putting everything back into my haversack, we walked back to the car hand-in-hand.
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Through the months, Vivi had become my once-a-week (or every two weeks if I was traveling) companion. Sexual companion. I do not know, nor does it bother me, if she had other similar arrangements. What mattered for me, was we mutually enjoyed each other’s company, albeit I paid two-hour massage fees each time. Just over a year after we first connected, Vivi returned to China. I miss Vivi.
Next: Under the Radar (1) – the Cold Beauty
Sometimes, you meet ML’s who simply want to keep a low profile. In fact, they go out of their way to keep a low profile. But they still end up being popular and every now and then, people talk about them in the (SBF TCSS Favourite Massage Girls) forum. I have met a few such ML’s. One of them is “Cold Beauty”… coming up next…
Sometimes, you meet ML’s who simply want to keep a low profile. In fact, they go out of their way to keep a low profile. One of them is “Cold Beauty" …
Under the Radar (1) – the Cold Beauty
I refer to her as the “Cold Beauty”. I’m unwilling to reveal her name (when she worked here in Singapore) because it was (is) such a bizarre development… right up till today! Let’s call her
Jing
(peaceful and tranquil in Chinese).
Jing was around 24 years-old then, and the first time venturing into the ML scene in Singapore, or anywhere else for that matter. Back in China, she was a beautician who also had basic massage skills, working in an up-market female-only beauty salon.
Standing at 1.65m tall, Jing looked after herself well, as evidenced by her slim and tight body, flawless complexion, and later when I became close to her, her frequent home-made tonic soups and herbal baths. She had a healthy, light tan. Her 33B breasts hung perfectly on her lithe body. Not the stunning beauty type, but her innocent eyes and soothing facial features slowly, but surely, grows on you.
The only problem was, Jing hardly spoke. She was quite a cold person.
Jing’s online ad was in a less popular website (I can’t remember the name now). In fact, she only showed part of her face in the ad – her nose, mouth and chin. But it was attractive enough and piqued my interest. My appointment happened to be her first day of work. And by her own admission, she had a quiet first day, just two customers. When I met her late that night (11pm), I was her third and last customer for the day.
Though not my preference, I have no issues if the ML massaged me with her clothes on. But when it came to the sensual part, I expect to see (and touch) some skin, preferably tits, bums and pussy (as applicable per advertised). Jing’s ad was generic and I recall it only mentioned “she can be topless”.
During the entire massage session, Jing wore a t-shirt and shorts. We exchanged only a few sentences, as she was really quiet. When it was time for sensual, she simply applied more oil on my dick and started jerking me, and too shy even to look at me. What’s more, she was seated close to my legs, so it was impossible for me to make contact with her with my hands.
“Deng deng” (wait), I said. Are you not going to remove your t-shirt, and maybe you can sit closer to me, I said in Chinese. She looked at me. Why do I need to remove my shirt? And you want to touch me? I was bewildered by Jing’s response. But looking at her, instead of getting disappointed, let alone upset, I burst out laughing. Is she for real?!
“Yes, you have to be topless and let me play with your titties. And I can’t do that if you sit so far away”, I explained, trying not to laugh. So it turned out that whoever told Jing about the ML gig in Singapore only mentioned about providing HJ. For a moment, I did not believe her, as how can one be so naïve?
Nevertheless, Jing was co-operative though I sensed some reluctance. She took off her t-shirt and revealed a black Calvin Klein sports bra. She sat slightly closer to me. My hand is too short and my fingers are oily, I hinted to her. She stared at me, her eyes piercing through me.
At that moment, I thought to myself, this will be ironic – an unhappy ending to the happy ending part of the session…. I couldn’t control myself, I continued, “You look prettier if you smiled…” Funnily, I was not upset. It became amusing.
Jing stood up. She removed her shorts and revealed a matching black Calvin Klein panties. She then took off her bra, and her firm 33B breasts greeted me. For the first time, I saw her well-toned, semi-naked body. It was sexually enticing. She then sat closer to me. ““Zhe yang ke yi ma?” (is this alright?), she asked smilingly. It’s true, she was beautiful when she smiled. I grinned and she got on with wanking me while I played with her sexy tits.
I left Jing’s place with mixed feelings. On one hand, she had this cold demeanour; on the other hand, I actually got what I requested for. It also dawned upon me that she was a really attractive young lady – if she smiled.
Should I visit her again?
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After lunch the following day, I subconsciously thought about the previous night with Jing. I could not logically explain why I wanted to meet her again. It was Friday and I normally had a few drinks at night with friends.
“Can I come at midnight?”, I texted Jing in the afternoon.
“Hao” (OK), was her one-word reply.
Fifteen minutes before midnight, I parked at a street close to Jing’s condo. “I arrived early”, I notified her. Not expecting a quick reply, I lighted my cigarette in the quiet street. I scanned my surrounding, it was a really quiet neighbourhood at that hour.
“Shang lai” (come up), came her quick reply. I only had two puffs. I extinguished the stick and walked discreetly in the shadows towards her condo. Inside her bedroom, the first thing she said, in Chinese, was “you smoke”.
“It’s late now. You can smoke here”, she continued. “You drank”, she added. “Would you like a glass of red wine?” I was delightfully confused. Just 24hr ago, she was a cold fish but got the job done. Now, she’s inviting me to have a smoke and a drink.
“Do I look like a village girl?”, Jing asked me as we clinked glasses and she joined me for a smoke. “No”, I said. “Why?”
Jing shared that the agent came to collect rent earlier in the day, and commented that she had kept the room very tidy, just like village girls do. I said it’s just stereotyping, don’t bother about the comment, but I agreed that the room was really tidy. She was happy, and smiled.
This time, Jing massaged me in her bra, but still wore her shorts. She hardly spoke, like the night before. Then came sensual time. She removed her shorts and once again, it was a matching panties.
“Are all your lingerie in a set?”, I asked, as I reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She did not resist, but shyly blocked her breasts with her arms when the bra was removed.
“Yes. You like them?”, Jing asked. “I like your breasts”, I deviated, knowing fully well that her question was in relation to her lingerie. “I like to see you naked, too”, I pushed my luck. But Jing was nonchalant. She sat next to me and masturbated for me. I caressed her breasts, I also ran my fingers on her upper thighs, frequently touching her pussy area through her panties. She didn’t seem to mind.
“That’s a lot”, she remarked, as she wiped my sperm from my stomach and her fingers. “You just came last night”. “You made me perform”, I complimented her. “Next time, if you take the last appointment, you can smoke here”, Jing told me.
I noticed that Jing became friendlier, and spoke a little more. I felt she was also more comfortable with me.
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The following week, I made an 11pm appointment with Jing. She had now moved into the master bedroom, with an attached bathroom.
“Are you very tired?”, she asked. Yes, I told her. She offered me a disposable paper cup filled with some water. I knew it acted as an ashtray. Jing went into the bathroom and I could hear she will filling up the long bath with water. She came out and joined me to smoke.
That night, I soaked in her long bath, which had had an arousing herbal scent, before massaging. This time, she massaged me in her bra and panties, an “upgrade” from wearing shorts previously. When she started to tug at my cock, I sat up and removed her bra. In doing so, I leaned forward and my face brushed against her neck - she had a womanly scent - I don’t know how to describe it, but it made me happy and increasingly horny.
Maybe Jing was still “fresh” and “novel” for me; or it was the herbal bath; or her womanly scent; although her HJ technique was not great, I found myself ejaculating fairly quickly. Looking at the bedside clock, I had exceeded the hour. I volunteered to shower immediately after releasing and changed into my clothes quickly.
Standing by the door to leave, I noticed that Jing stood “rooted” next to me. “Guo ji tian zai lai” (I will come back in a few days), I said. Jing reached out and kissed my cheek. I drove home feeling more relaxed than ever. I sensed the “cold beauty” is beginning to get warmer.
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Jing reached out and kissed my cheek. I drove home feeling more relaxed than ever. I sensed the “cold beauty” is beginning to get warmer.
I was hoping to be “treated” with another herbal bath when I next meet Jing. Unfortunately, that did not happen. Because she had to move out of the condo, which was fairly new. Jing texted me a new address. It was only a few hundred metres away from her first place.
The new address was an older, one bedroom apartment, which did not have a long bath. “It’s a temporary place”, she told me, when we met. Jing had now been working for three weeks, and business picked up after her first week. I never found out who her house mate was in the previous condo. Apparently, between the two of them, they had nearly 20 visitors (customers) each day, and the agent advised them to move out as the neighbours were getting suspicious…
“Almost 20 visitors a day?”, I looked at Jing. She looked at me squarely and said she had been averaging 12 a day for almost two weeks. I was very surprised. Save for a few brief mentions, Jing was never discussed in SBF.
“I asked them not to write about me”, Jing explained. She said some customers had offered to write reviews, but she declined. She also told some customers she preferred a low profile.
“You did not mention about these things to me previously”, I teased her, noting that it was my fourth visit within three weeks. “I feel you are not the type who go online to chat”, she said. Well, she was partially correct. I surf SBF every now and then, to find new girls to try. But I was mostly “loyal” to a few MLs who I RTM, some more often than others, until someone RTC. I write reviews when the ML requested, provided she was good.
Jing seemed a bit “down” at her new (second) place. I can understand why. It was like moving from a 5-star hotel room to a 2-star room. You are my last customer today, she said. (I remembered Jing telling me before, if I came late night, I was free to smoke at her place. So I had been meeting her 11pm or 12 midnight).
She brought out three disposable paper cups. One had some water in it – it was our ashtray. And she poured red wine into the other two cups. I figured out Jing was in no hurry, so we drank, smoked and chatted a bit. Long story short, she was on a 6-month work visa, and decided to do ML work to earn fast money - she aspired to start her own small business. I joked she could probably earn more offering full services, but she said she did not want to do so.
After our brief chat, I took a shower and Jing was already waiting for me in bed. She was wearing only her panties. It was the first time she was topless before starting the massage. The bedroom was dimly lit, but I could clearly make out the silhouette of a well-toned, beautiful body with a modest yet attractive pair of breasts. Through previous experiences, I observed that Jing took time to “warm up”. I did not attempt to touch her. I lay face down and she started the massage. After a while, it was time to turn around.
“I find you very attractive”, I told her in Chinese. “He duo le?” (drank too much?), she responded. I did not reply. I closed my eyes as she massaged my limbs. Then she started tickling my balls, she had not done it before. I opened my eyes, sat up, and kissed her soft breasts.
“Wo hao lei” (I’m so tired), she said. I gently nudged her to lay down on the bed. “Jin wan wo zi ji lai ba” (tonight, I will do it myself), I was referring to masturbating myself. Jing just shut her eyes and rested. I started planting light kisses from her neck, to her shoulders, down to her breasts, and then her waist. I kissed her pussy through her panties. She twitched slightly. Then I started licking her v-zone around her panties, occasionally using my tongue to push her lacy panties aside so my tongue brushed against her pussy hair. She began to ruffle my head/hair lovingly with her hand. I used my fingers and shifted her panties, so I could put my tongue into her pussy. I noticed her breathing became louder…
(To be continued)