"Are we connecting yet?"

You reckon? I mean, chatting the way we do, and talking about stuff in general, I do feel some sort of connection with you, and it's kinda nice. :)

Speaking of brunettes and blondes...

Dinner last night was a mostly social affair with no hidden agendas, even though I'd arranged to meet up with hot Italian momma Bru and a friend of hers (blondie, very tight and fit looking Aussie lady) whom she'd gotten to know from bringing her kids to soccer practice. Soccer moms-- one a regular fuck-buddy, the other potentially a lay-- what more could I possibly ask for? *grins*

 

So anyway, we met up at Arossa Grill and Wine Bar at Scott's Square, and along the way, the casual chatter had become an exchange of mommy tips between the brunette and the blond, and that's where I started to get a little bored.

 

But I didn't take my eyes off blondie Kym, and I thought she looked a little like a Nichole Kidman lookalike (no joke), albeit a little more tanned from the tropical sun, with freckles on her face that in a way made her look kinda cute, really. She caught sight of me looking at her as she spoke to Bru, who was probably aware but pretended to be oblivious that I may have taken an interest in her friend; once or twice, Kym had looked back at me, did the hair flip thing, and she was crossing and un-crossing her legs--one point she had liked her lips while looking right at me, followed by a wry smile: classic flirting signals.

 

The opportunity came when Bru had to get up to go pick up a call, and that was where Kym looked at me as I sipped a glass of wine and smiled at her. She asked about what I did, and I found out she was working freelance as a graphic designer, but mostly she was a housewife who took care of a six-year-old and a three-year-old toddler at home. Her husband Greg was an aviation engineer who often worked long hours-- touch point one: mostly absent husband of a pretty wife, worthwhile considering to invest a little more time on Kym.

 

As we spoke, I was looking right into her eyes, and I imagined what it would be like to have her naked right next to me: tanned skin, nice perky tits, shaven blond pussy...and in my mind, we were already rolling on the bed having hot passionate sex. If only I could telepathically communicate these thoughts with her!

 

We did manage to exchange numbers on the pretext that she was interested in taking up yoga instructor certification classes, and a friend of mine had a studio that did just that: told her I could hook them up, and maybe she might want me to drive her down to the studio if she wants to check it out.

 

She took up the offer, and punctuated that with another lip-lick: and I'm thinking I probably piqued her interest. We made a tentative date where she said she'd find time later this week to head down to the studio, and I conveniently threw in coffee, and she laughed and said "sure, why not?"

 

And that's where I thought I felt the brush of her leg against mine, and it lingered for a while moving gingerly up and down, and as I looked at pretty Kym, the glimpse of her cleavage through her spaghetti tank-top, I wanted so much to just grab her, pull her jeans off and reveal what I pictured to be her clad in a G-string and just do whatever I so love to do with her...

 

...and that's about when Bru came back, and we were back to talking about trivial stuff before we called it a night, given both ladies had to be home for their "curfew" on a Sunday night.

 

Kym was going to meet her husband at nearby ION, and I drove Bru home. I suppose she had been a little jealous I was giving a lot more attention to Kym, and she started stroking my thigh as I drove, moving her hand gingerly over my groin, and she just kept at it.

 

She didn't ask anything about Kym. When we reached her place, she turned and kissed me, her hand unzipping and moving into my jeans to massage my cock and my balls. I undid the buttons of her blouse, then moved my hand under her bra to squeeze and tease at her breasts and nipples. I unzipped her shorts and pulled them off, one hand stroking her ass and tracing the slit of her pussy along her already wet panties as she leaned over, bent down and started giving me a blow job. I moved my fingers inside her panties, stroking her pubic hair and pushed them inside her wet slippery pussy as her head bobbed up and down along my shaft, hearing her sigh as I continued to fuck her with my fingers.

 

She just kept at it, sucking on my cock, licking at my cockhead, massaging my balls and allowing herself to ride on my fingers. I could feel slight tremors between her thighs, her pussy juices flowing beautifully down; and she'd just kept on going until I came inside her mouth.

 

We tidied up, and I realized we'd just done a naughty deed while the car was parked along the open visitors' lot at her condo. It'd been challenging to justify anything had someone come up along the car and looked in, but I guess we were lucky this time.

 

My fingers were still wet with Bru's juices when she kissed me again and got out of the car.

 

"I wanna see you real soon", she said in mock frustration; nothing I wouldn't do for her, and I said I'd call her. I drove off without even bothering to zip up, my cock still hard from thinking about fucking both Kym and Bru at the same time: would Kym be as juicy and horny as Bru, who would I take first if I had both at the same time, and who would I love to do that Jap porn bukkake thing?

 

And I was wondering how to go about arranging for a threesome with Kym and Bru, really. Would be quite an event, don't you think?

 

 



Back again.

Haven’t been blogging much lately because of a change in station: new job, new environment, new faces to manage, go figure the works.

Once I’m settled in, however, the new place feels like old times: an office with a view, me calling the shots, and of course, a bevy of lovely-looking sweet young things at work.

The one who caught my attention, however, was a dishy MILF-y looking one in her late 30s. Actually, I’m not really sure if she’s a MILF, but she did have that hot wife/mother look around her. She seemed to have a penchant for wearing lacy tops under her jacket, and I’d love to catch her one day without her jacket on.

We had a little brush on my second day at work when I found myself in the tight spaces of the pantry area on our floor just as she was making a brew. I found myself staring at the trace of her sexy tight ass against her skirt as she bent to adjust the strap of her heels, and as she straightened up, I walked into the pantry. We smiled at each other, exchanged pleasantries, and for because she stood in the way of the coffee sachets, I had to reach over, our bodies close for a moment, and I felt an impulse to just grab her and kiss her on her lips.

She smelt really nice, and there was that little fleeting silent moment as we stood in the pantry close, the sort of sexual tension you get when you know there’s a possibility between you and the other party...the possibility that would lead to something else if not for the fact we both were still in the physical confines of an office.

Since that day, it’s been the little game where we’d catch little looks from the other, and we haven’t really got to the lunching together or after-work drinks bit yet.

I noticed she’d work late, and that could be the opener: me hanging around the office deliberately after work, and then walking over to her room for a little chat. After all, I am technically her superior at work, so there’s nothing wrong with getting to know my managers right?

Only that, because I was the new guy around, I found a lot of getting together for drinks “with the boys”—never the women...yet.

There are the younger ones, of course, the easy lays I’d say, so long as you bother to pay a little attention to them. I thought I’d start with the dishy dame in the room just right across mine.

The thought of her bending over in that skirt, and the lacy tops under her jacket makes me just want to find a chance to get her close, take her clothes off and just look at her in her lingerie before proceeding to do what happens naturally to me in a situation like that.

And I wonder if she’s thinking likewise too.

Games we play.

I guess it's only human that even among fuck-buddies where the gratification is nothing but gratuitous sex, some degree of emotional attachments may develop. 

For me, the problem begins when that slight degree of attachment comes along with some emotional dependence where she starts trying to find out whatever it is I am doing at any one point in time, or wanting to spend more of my available personal time-- getting "sticky", so to speak, and that's where I start worrying about her getting too close for comfort.

I think for me, the rules of the game is pretty simple: I would probably give a fuck (no pun intended) about the women I flirt and sleep with, as in lending a listening ear or helping to solve a problem or two, but getting into a full-blown committal relationship is not my cup of tea.

Probably that's why I prefer to have my affairs and flings with married women: we both know what's in it for us, and there's none of that expectation of commitments and such other than having fun and enjoying each other's company while we spend time together.

It's all part of the little games we play, and I'm not sorry for being the way I am, whatever you guys out there may think.

***
Pretty laid back and quiet weekend this week, and I've deliberately and consciously chose to spend the last weekend of the year thus. I need to recharge, so to speak, although there is a dinner date tonight I'm still contemplating on. We'll just see how it goes. 

The desert rose...

Me: You're still looking as lovely as ever.

Her: Flatterer...but I like the way you keep looking at me.

Me: Well I missed you...all this while...

Her: Mmm...

And it was nice to have her again after all this while. She finally had a chance away from her hubby and kids, and it was nice to have a sniff, taste and feel of her lovely juicy clean-shaven cunt again after a long while.

*satisfied*