I heard the door open and its magnetic attachment attracted to its base with a “cluck” sound. Then I heard footsteps echoing quickly to my position in which I caught them. I opened my eyes, and my right eye caught a glimpse of a womanly figure that walked past briskly.
These were roughly what I recalled she was wearing…
A simple purple/lavender coloured spaghetti top coupled with these cotton shorts which showed plenty of legs and thighs, and suggesting a route to Angelina’s fleshy butt. I did not remember if I really took a deep breath, but it felt like I did.
“Oei! 睡着了啊?” Angelina spoke as she headed to the kitchen.
“Bo lah. A bit rude to sleep here right.” I responded.
“Aiya, sleep also okay lah. Your curry chicken also need to wait anyway.”
Oh ya, for a moment I forgot about the curry chicken. Talking about my mind straying…haha.
I continued to sit on the sofa, not so sure of what I should be doing. One side of me wanted to follow her to the kitchen to have a better look at her legs, butt and boobs but on the other hand the inner angel (no pun intended) fought hard (again, no pun intended) against my primal urges. I allowed the fight to continue and the conclusion was to be stuck on the sofa.
A short moment later, Angelina walked out of the kitchen and sat beside me. I noticed tiny beads of perspiration near her bosom as she relaxed herself and used her hand to fan herself.
“Jialat sia, kitchen no fan these kind of days damn siong. Open windows also no wind. Then again now I need heat up food also cannot allow so much wind. Damn 矛盾 sia.”
We were about an arm’s width away - not the length, but the width. She was so close I could see her chest move along her breathing. It wasn’t any deep or hasty breathing, but the way her boobs gently moved while hiding in her top were mesmerizing.
“I can tell your kitchen warm sia. You already sweating.”
She used her hand and wiped the sweat beads off her chest. “What are you looking ah?”
“Ah?” damn did she catch me? “No lah see your forehead also sweaty liao.”
I did an experiment - I stretched out my hand in an attempt to wipe off her forehead using my hand. I saw her back out a bit, but she did not avoid or prevent my action and I successfully wiped off.
“Oei next time can use tissue anot. Later tomorrow my forehead got pimple ah I sure blame you.”
“Okay lah okay lah, I thought you use your hand so I use my hand mah.”
“I different what!!! I wipe myself and you wipe me, how is it the same??? Humph.” she did a smirk and continued to rest on the sofa. Now I noticed her right hand is just on the side of my left - a small movement and they would touch. I could feel a small amount of heat radiating from her fingers - unsure if that was me thinking too much of something.
Again my heart started racing and I could feel my breathing becoming a bit unusual. What am I supposed to do? She did not outright reject anything, she did not distance herself from me and instead kept such a close distance - possibly the closest apart from sitting in the bus. Should I touch her hand? I stole a glance at her and she did not appear to look any different as she rested her head at the top side of the sofa. Should I use my arm and touch hers, pretending to be an accident? I felt perspiration on my arm even though the fan was on - I did not think she appreciates sweaty arms on her right now.
She sat up - it broke my trance.
“I need to go see the curry chicken liao.” she stood up and walked to the kitchen. This time I looked hard at her ass as they hid their presence within her cotton shorts, yet those legs got my attention as they forced her ass to wriggle ever so slowly out of her shorts - and I swore I could catch tiny glimpses of her panties, though I was not sure. The images burnt into my mind and I could remember till this day. I closed my eyes again, seemingly to store them into long-term memory not to be eroded within the test of time in the human lifespan (or technically, my lifespan). I probably convinced myself even a loss of memory could not take these images off. An indeterminate amount of time passed before I felt her presence - and again she chose to sit beside me, and yes again ever so close to me.
My doubts began to subside.
“So, what do you want to do now? Curry chicken hot liao.” Angelina turned to look at me. I felt a moment of intense vibes went through me as I saw her eyes in mine. I noticed her taking a deep breath, then…
…I saw her biting her lower lip.
This is the do-or-die moment, there is no way I can misinterpret this. If I do not act now I will be disrespecting this lovely lady right in front of me.
I maintained my eyes on hers as I inched myself to her. My body closing in, turning to her direction and facing her. My face going closer to hers.
I closed my eyes, not knowing if she closed hers, but I assumed she did. I felt her closing as I closed mine. I took a half breath.
Our lips met.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
Javabeans
Bro @
Anonyabc
, continue please….
Sorry bros, I recently a bit emotional high low + heavy workload…let me compose myself and be back soon…paiseh
Thanks everyone for the wait and my sincere apologies if I disrupted the flow - I’ll try to follow through this part for the enjoyment of my readers.
-–
I felt the soft lips landing on mine and time trickled. I hardly felt her breath as the tenderness of her lips on mine overtook my senses this moment. One kiss, and the next, and another…and a few more. We took our time to tune our timing of our lips to perfectness - it seemed none of us wanted to step further and into the next step.
Then, as though in synchronicity, we locked our lips to each other and opened up. It was slow and deliberate, finding out our comfort level. My tongue edged out carefully and probingly, and very soon met up with her equally soft tongue. Contrary to electrical pulses, it felt like she wanted to melt in me as her tongue swirled around mine, exploring my tongue and preparing what was to come like a tasty appetiser.
My hands were on autopilot - one on her shoulder and another on her arm, making subtle efforts to grab her with intent to let her know that I was enjoying every moment with her. As lips touched and untouched, we took quick moments for hasty breaths as we wasted no time merging our kisses again. My thumb fiddled on her bare shoulder, appreciating the suppleness of her skin, while my other hand continued a mind of its own as it moved from her arm and touched her boob which was encased by her top. It stopped, sensing that mix of warmth emitting from her body as well as the slight coolness of the fabric. My hand knew I did not want to startle her without getting more signals.
As though catching my thought, she took a breath as my hand stopped. Her tongue stiffened and began to wrestle with mine with a clear objective to inquire what I had to offer. A wrestle or a dance did not matter as my hand moved to her breast and I squeezed with sufficient strength to make her feel through her top and the bra she was wearing.
I felt her soft yelp but it was no signal of withdrawal as our tongues continued to lubricate each other in response to our inner desires. With a thumb I dug into her flesh above her lovely mound and pushed her straps rightwards, lending me access to her delicious boob with a single movement of my hand as my palm heartily cupped her bareness and gave it a gentle press. I heard a moan escaping her lips which gave me encouragement to go on, not to mention I could feel her hardening nipple on my palm. My other hand slid down her remaining straps and now I in semi-heaven, having a very good feel of these twins which my hands would barely cover (later on I ended up knowing Angelina had boob size fluctuating between C and D, and also DD - that will be the later part of the story) as I listened to her releasing soft moans in tandem to my action.
With care I signalled with my lips that my mouth needed to be elsewhere. Reluctantly she lay back resting on the sofa while I kissed her earlobe which she let out a louder nod of agreement. I gave a nibble and continued downwards to her neck. This moment I felt her hands going alive, with one grabbing to a cushion beside her and the other gripping my thigh through my trousers - it was a strong grab and that sent a bolt from my loins to my brain, signalling me to proceed on. Leaving her neck I went my way down to part of my prize - those luscious boobs that I wanted so much to have…
Quote:
Originally Posted by
cflrick
I guess you need reheat the curry chicken soon..
Where got time to eat curry chicken when the breasts are soooo nice…
Quote:
Originally Posted by
bairni
nice, thanks for continue
Thx for the patience…
Been busy and a rollercoaster of stuff…quick update
-–
I lay my lips onto her bare skin ever slowly and patiently, making sure I took a good moment to feel her skin to me and the scent that came along. I could feel small movements of hers attuning to my movement, taking her deepest sensations to the level I hoped I could offer her with. With care I moved my hand from her breast as my mouth moved ever closer, landing my soft kisses and nibbles and sensing her catching her breath while reacting to my every action.
My lower lip touched her nipple and I could feel her startle, as though she did not know what was coming. That soft nipple was near, and I chose to plant light kisses around the nipple, causing her to move her hips and adjusting herself to the newfound feelings. Alternating between kisses and slipping my tongue out to apply that tiny bit of moisture to elevate her sensitivity, I felt her hand on my head switching between applying gentle pressure to press me towards her bosom and grabbing my hair. I knew she wanted it…I let my upper lip rub across her nipple as I took it into my mouth gently but surely, arousing her further as I added suction in my mouth, forming a vacuum and letting my lips encircle that supple berry. She jerked her hip up a little, trying hard to find a position to cater to her freshly founded desire as my lip started to do its flicking magic.
“Ahh…ahh…” were the moans I heard from Angelina.
I increased my area of suction as I relaxed my lips a little and took both nipple and the luscious flesh around it, then I applied slight pressure with my teeth on the boob and sucked that delicious nipple at the same time.
“SSSsssss” was her response as she buckled involuntarily. I did not feel resistance nor rejection. It felt like she enjoyed it and I took that as an encouragement to repeat my actions, taking that nipple in my mouth and twirling it with my tongue while I continued that suction as she carried on to grab my hair and had her thighs clenching tightly.
More moans and “mmmmMMM!” escaped from her lips as I did my work, licking her nipple upwards and downwards, alternating suction and using the whole of my tongue to trigger her inner sensations…then I felt a quick movement and an electrical experience from my loins to my brain - in her wild sensations she grabbed my manhood as a show of telling me how much she enjoyed my company, and with her other hand she shoved my right shoulder and guided me to the sofa.
Her bright eyes opened to look at me, and then…the unbuckling of my belt begins.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
lonesome1
Got dry your drenched pillows and bedsheets anot?
not yet reach the bed leh…
As the belt loosened, there was a mix of anticipation and relief - as though waiting for this moment to come. The feeling of her unbuttoning and unzipping my trousers felt eternal - seconds felt like minutes and hours, and every touch of her fingers sent euphoric signals up to my brain, further enhancing my senses. I could hear my own heartbeat, and the pressure from her touch was electric.
She grabbed my dick through my underwear. It was full and furious, waiting for its entrance into the open. Instinctively she helped herself and released my manhood, revealing all of his glory. A second felt like a minute as I opened my eyes which were closed all the while - I caught her taking a sniff and then looked up at me, straight at my eyes - and smiled. I had gone all crazy inside of me that I’ll probably do ANYTHING she would have asked me to, but all she did was a slow blink of her eyes, and she stuck out her tongue and touched the underside of my dick.
IT FELT SOOOOOOOOO GOOD, and that was only the beginning. Till this day I remembered the very feeling of a good blowjob, and that would be the benchmark. She let her tongue do the work, stretching it out and letting it rest flat along my hardon and licked it head-on. She did not hurry, it was perfectly timed and all the intense goodness rushed to my mind, hypnotising me to a heightened state of arousal.
Somehow I had the moment to peep at her, and again all I saw was her smile, as though she was waiting for me to give the signal to continue (LIKE SERIOUSLY!!!)…I closed my eyes and laid back on the sofa. She continued with her expert movements, producing a suction with her lips that kept contact with my shaft the whole time and sucking it upwards and downwards, maintaining the warm and moist sensation through her tongue.
I am no expert at grading blowjobs, but THIS WOMAN IS SOMETHING.
After what it felt like an eternity of pleasure, she decided to slip the tip of the dick onto her lips, gently applying brief suction continuously. All I could have felt was an escalation of excitement as every moment was met with intermittent contact of the moistness of the end of her tongue. I clasped both fists hard, enjoying every single instant of this ecstasy that she had afforded me. I looked down as I opened my eyes - again, her large eyes were looking straight at me, reading every expression that I was releasing.
Angelina LOVES TO PLEASURE. THIS IS CRAZY.
Upping a notch, she popped the head of my dick into her mouth and it caused me to close my eyes in mad satisfaction. It had been a long while since I felt this, and this will not be the only time. I felt her tongue circling my head, giving the frontal part of my brain an implosion of fulfilment, as though a bright light appeared between my eyes and my shut eyelids. It felt almost divine yet wrong, yet right. That was absolutely no moment to think as waves and waves of pleasure hit me as the encirclement produced the highs and lows of enjoyment and a yearning for more.
And this was just getting started.