A little romp...

So I managed to get a little time off my increasingly busy schedule these days to meet up with Zann on her day off. 

It started when she texted "hi" and I sent her a pic of my dick, hard from a nice dream of threesomes with some fiesty lusty babes:

She responded in kind, and for one, when a woman with D cuppers texts you a pic like this, you don't say no:

Turns out she just had her period and was feeling extremely horny, which suited me fine. Our previous romps had been just quickies in the car, and when we finally had a chance to have a good time in the privacy of her home, you can be sure I'd find every means to make it last.

She didn't even have to dress for the part, really, and as soon as her front door was open, she led me to her room where I discovered her panties were already wet with the anticipation of a good session. Took her bra off, and my goodness, those boobs feel great in my hands and her nipples were already hard.

I sucked hard on her tits as I stroked her wet panties, urging her on. She moaned as my fingers probed into her, her pussy juices flowing, her pubes moist, and me wanting to have a good taste of her.

She took my cock in her mouth and started sucking and licking as I continued to finger her. I loved the skill at which she moved on to lick and suck on my fat balls, sucking hard as her hands cupped my balls, my cock just rubbing against her nose and cheek as she did so. Encouraged by her skill, I fingered her harder and deeper, which in turn led her to want more of my cock.

I finally went down on her, and it was such a sight with her legs spread and a moist welcoming clit greeting me. I licked and sucked at her clit as I fingered her, and she moaned with every little delight and pleasure.

She got on her hands and knees and I finally entered her doggie-style, my fat cock filling her wet pussy, and she let out a sigh. There's something I love about fucking a woman with big boobs, watching them bounce as I thrust in and out of her, my hands cupping her breasts and feeling the rhythm as I thrust deep and hard into her.

And when you have a woman who's just as lusty, horny and needy, the feeling's great: the early morning pre-work romp was worth every bit.

I would have loved for the session to be longer, had we arranged to meet on a non-work day; it wasn't to be so, for I had work, and she was preparing to meet her boyfriend after our little sexcapade. Still, it was worth the while as she enthusiastically licked and sucked on my cock after I'd come, cleaning me up nicely after our little session.

I'm trying to arrange another meet-up with Zann, and this time, hopefully with more time...and of course pics or a vid for your viewing pleasure.

***

Cunning Linguist.

What can I say? I'm guilty as charged, and I'm certainly a pussy connoisseur who loves taking my time to go down on the ladies, and enjoying every little inch of the tasting and smelling and licking at a nice set of pussy lips and lovely little clits.

...and in this particular case, you can see why I so absolutely enjoyed myself this weekend:

Play hard after work...

So we work hard, and we play harder. Guess that's the way it is here in Bangkok, where it's definitely a far livelier party scene than in SG. 

Met P at Levels while I was out with some guys from work. The boys were in the mood for a little "hunting", typical farangs as they are, and that usually meant hook-ups and all. We were supposed to play support to Tim, our IT Director, who was meeting this girl he had hooked up with on Tinder; in the end he played us out after Tinder gal decided she was more comfortable with a one-on-one dinner than out with the work mates on a first date. So in the end, there we were, an Asian dude and two other farang fellas (one Brit and a Canadian) just plying on the drinks, talking about random shit and stuff, and checking out some really fine ladies who had come to the club.

Swear to you a number of them were probably social escorts who preferred entrapping lonesome dudes than to stand on the streets or relying on Craigs List to solicit clients. There was this Russian-looking chick, for instance, who was an absolute gem to watch -- even more absolute as she gyrated her sexy slinky form to the dance beats -- and once or twice we'd made eye contact, and after I decided to get bored of my companions who by now were more preoccupied with 2 local Thai ladies who shared the table with us, I decided to go over and tried to get acquainted with the Russian; turns out my initial assessment was right, for it was 3 lines into a convo before she actually asked if I wanted to bring her home for 5000 baht. 

In truth, nothing wrong with paying for an escort especially when you're living and working in a city like Bangkok, but there were options too, so I passed. Russian girl in turn wasn't at all disappointed, for she very quickly got picked up by this Indian dude (complete with a white turban, I kid you not), and judging by how she was leading him by the hand out of Levels, I guess our friend was probably going to think it was money well spent the next morning.

But like I said, there were options, and it wasn't before long when I had this young pretty thing coming up to me and chatting. She was a local Thai girl, but quite unlike the usual, for her diction was good, and you could tell she actually put effort into learning how to speak good English.

My initial thoughts were she's probably another escort, but no matter, let's see where this leads to. She claimed to be a university student doing a Masters, and she was out with some girlfriends as it was the birthday of one of them. She could have said she was really a totally different alien species, because all I was focused on was her luscious lips that I was hoping to plant my own on, and the swell of her delicious looking breasts with nipples peeking out from her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra I guessed, yet there were outlines of odd lines across her chest where you'd imagine a bra would be.

In short, she got me curious, so, escort or not, I decided to ask her if she would like to go over to my place for the rest of the evening.

She said no. And I thought that was that, but instead, she took my hand, whispered in my ear and said "love hotel". 

...and that was why about 30 minutes drive later, we found ourselves in a pretty little love motel where apparently Thai couples would go to for trysts and such. It was interesting: there were themes within the motel, but we decided on a "regular" room. She took her clothes off, and then I understood: she'd been wearing this rather interesting looking lingerie on that left her breasts exposed, and it does seem like she'd worn it because she was expecting sex:

Tell you the truth, the sight of her in that thing is a great turn on, and needless to say I couldn't help but to go for the obvious: grabbing those beautiful boobies and planting my lips on those little nipples of hers.

I turned her over, got down behind her and traced my fingers and tongue along that little lacey strip that ran along her ass and towards her moist tender pussy lips. She sighed as I licked away at her pussy, her hand reaching down to rub at her clit as I continued licking and sucking away at her delicious pussy. I had a compulsion to stroke my own hard cock as I tasted her, her little moans augmenting the moment. 

We got on the bed; she still hasn't gotten rid of that little number she's got on. Not that I'm complaining, but in a sense, it would be interesting if she kept it on the whole time. I parted her legs and started licking away at her clit again, teasing her and taking in the smell of her pussy and the taste of her as she started rubbing at her nipples while I slid a condom on.

I slid my cock into her tight wet little hole, and my my, the feel of it as I pushed myself deep and hard inside her. 

"I love your cock", she whispered as I thrust inside her, one hand squeezing at her breast and gently tugging at a nipple. She twitched and gave a little squeal as I tugged a little harder at the nipple as I pushed inside her deeper.

She rocked herself against me and urged me to thrust faster and harder. 

"Don't stop", she said as I continued the tugging at her nipple while we fucked. Her moans got louder as I continued thrusting, and almost at the same moment, we climaxed. I could feel her fingers digging into my shoulders as her pussy tightened and legs quivering as I shot my load. 

She rolled the condom off me and took my cock into her mouth, her tongue lingering against the wet head, and her fingers massaging my balls as she sucked. I reciprocated by squeezing at her breasts, and tugging at her nipples once more.

---

Round 2 saw me sitting on the edge of the bed and her doing a reverse cowgirl on me, proudly showing off her sexy full ass as she slid herself up and down my rod. She really enjoyed the whole tugging at her nipples thing, and I couldn't help playing with them myself as she rode enthusiastically, rubbing at her clit as we fucked.

By this time, I was convinced she could well be a professional, judging from her oral skills before she got on top of me again (managed to make me cum in her mouth again); and at this point, I couldn't care less-- if I had to pay, it was well spent. She gyrated her hips as she moved up and down my hard rod, and I could feel every little movement as her pussy contracted again and again each time she hit a right spot. Her pussy juices were flowing down towards my balls, and I was loving every little moment of it.

I came again, and once more, she got off, pulled the condom off and started licking at the shaft and sucking at my balls, her eyes looking at mine as she had the sluttiest look I'd ever seen on her face. 

We had just enough time for one last fuck in the shower before the time was up, and in the end, she wasn't an escort as I thought, because no exchange of money ever took place. It turned out just as well that she was really a bored undergrad out looking for fun, and the best part was she never quite told me her name, except that she picked up my phone, dialled herself a missed call, and then smiled as she keyed in "HardCock" under the contact name. She told me to save her name as "honey", and said she'd call the next time she wanted "a good time". 

Would have been great to bring her back home, then she said something about having to go back to Levels so her boyfriend could pick her up. 

Boyfriend... it does seem that a number of the women I'm getting here are either married or attached. But it's not a bad thing given how I would prefer no-strings attached.

Till the next session then, honey.

The Promotion, part 2.

So just as a quick update, Sunshine Girl is now officially my deputy head of division, and the opportunity came up for me to have Engineer Dude transferred out to helm his own little department somewhere else in the building-- in the end, no mutiny, and everyone's happy.

Of course, Liz wasn't too thrilled to learn Aussie blond Sunshine Girl has taken over her place, but nothing much she could do since I made the decision. My new deputy's ecstatic as she's thrilled, and tonight we (as in the whole department) is going to have a congratulatory dinner for her.

And I'm not sure if she's still just getting over the excitement of the promotion, but she wants to make a dinner date with me one-to-one to thank me for the bump up the ladder.

I love blondes. Really. :D

Liz and I are still having sex regularly in our own little time; we had a "celebratory fuck", as she called it, in her new office, and after that, she mentioned she'd still prefer my office if we wanted to have fun at work. Else, we take our little romps elsewhere: while we were in the same division, it was easy to avoid any suspicion, but she was of the opinion the people at work would smell something fishy if we were seen going over to each other's offices -- especially since we were now overseeing different portfolios.

My guess is more to do with her wanting to consolidate her position, so the last thing she'd want is to have a scandal screw up her chances of further progression.

***

La Femme's coming home this Sunday, and I'm wondering what I could get her as a surprise. I know she very much wants a new iPad Mini, but it's not exactly the most romantic gesture to get her a tech gear.

For some reason, I feel like surprising her in a romantic way this weekend. Ideas, anyone?

Afternoon at home.

I called in sick today-- rather ridiculous, since technically speaking there wasn't a need for me to at all given I run my own gig-- but in any case, given I was supposedly sick, I thought I'd take the chance to give Izzy a call and see if she'd come over to my place and take care of me. *grins*

And so she did, and you can pretty much guess how the rest of the afternoon went. She took care of me very well indeed, her in her sexy crotchless panties and no top. She was especially horny today, and I wonder if it's due to us making out on the same bed she knew I'd fuck J in-- somehow that turned her on a lot, and she ended up being every bit the slut I'd hope she'd be: deliciously wet cunt I didn't want to stop licking and tasting.

I came in her mouth, and again inside her for the two rounds we had sex (never one for us both), and she wouldn't stop kissing me as we showered together...and had round three in the shower. 

The young little lover's really getting inside my head a lot, I have to admit.

***

Izzy's into mixed martial arts training these days, and she was hoping I'd teach her given I do a lot of MMA myself. I obviously wouldn't say no to that, and I was thinking I might start her off on ground work in Brazilian jiujitsu like so:

...really nice, yeah?

"Do you tire of this?"

I finally met up with Bru after all the little misses we'd been having. Ten minutes over coffee was all it took for us both to realise the "magic was still there", as she always puts it, and we headed over to my sexy Italian lover's home less than 20 minutes' drive away and get right down to things.

Bru loved it when I went down on her and took my time to tease and lick at her clit; with her, it was more about me giving her oral pleasure than the other way around-- not that I'm complaining. I love getting mouthfuls of her nice juicy pussy while my hands work on her glorious full breasts complete with large perky nipples: she's just absolutely lovely to be with.

She did treat me to a nice blowjob taking my cock into that mouth of hers and being oh-so-generous with her tongue licking away at my balls and sucking hard on my rod, her beautiful dark hazel eyes looking right at me as she took mouthfuls of my manhood.

And then, the main course: entering Bru was just magnificent after all this while, and I almost forgot just how good it felt to be inside her, moulding her breasts as I thrust away at her wet juicy cunt, hearing her moans and sighs as she rocked in unison to my thrusts.

***

In our little after-sex moment where we both lit up fags and sat naked on her little patio-- she didn't care about prying eyes, not Bru-- she was stroking my still-hard cock and me lightly brushing against her pussy, admiring her beauty despite her 42 years of age. She was still a tight-bodied hot momma despite everything, and she is a stunningly beautiful woman. 

She suddenly turned and asked, "Do you tire of all this?"

I asked her what she meant, and she replied she was just curious if I ever got bored of going around with 'random women' after all these years.

Well truth is: I'm not. I do get bored blogging about my flings and sexcapades though, and I am convinced all the other so-called sex/erotic bloggers do get likewise, and sex blogs are more a come-and-go kind of thing. I should know: I must have at least 4 or 5 blog versions of my little black book that I've started and ended, took long hiatuses, and then come back again-- and I have no idea if this one will keep up too. 

From the looks of things, judging from the other blogs that have closed down for some reason or another, I suspect I'm right: it's hard to sustain and continue writing about your sexual adventures if your blog happens to be entirely about sex; I mean, what happens when you hit a dry spell?

And if you're someone like me, well, much as I enjoy writing and expressing myself, I do find it a burden sometimes to give updates...but enough about blogging already.

It turned out there wasn't any particular reason why Bru happened to ask me that (so she claimed). It was something about a married woman trying to understand my point of view on things-- something like that-- or in any case, it was probably just idle chatter after sex, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, as it turned out, we started making a new arrangement to this new twist to our little affair (more fuck buddy-ish now) seeing that Bru's husband is now travelling less even though her kid's started school. It probably wouldn't be as regular as what we used to have, but it'll do given her contraints and mine.

Office flings

A lady friend asked me the other night if she should consider having a fling with a “cute and hunky” young intern at her workplace—this, while we were dressing up after our own little session in her bedroom. 

“I’m hurt”, I mused. “We just had sex, and you’re already thinking of another man’s penis.” 

“Oh really. You, jealous?” she teased in return, her hand stroking my cock that was getting hard to her touch once more. And she tried to appease my mock anger by finishing up with a lovely blowjob and taking the load in her mouth. 

Satisfied once more, I went back to her question of fucking the new guy at work. 

Simple answer is “Yes, go ahead and fuck him”—but I did warn her that she had to be very clear from the onset that it would be just a fling even before she starts dropping her panties for him; too many office affairs turned ugly simply because one of the parties start getting obsessive, and these days, it’s surprisingly the guys who seem to have problems letting go. 

In other words, she had to be prepared to be break-up ready, so to speak, and there was a possibility once the thrill of the sex had fizzled off, she might even have to sit the boy down and tell him literally that it’s all over, and thanks for the great time. 

The reason why I think she had to make things that clear from the start is because people seem so fucking dumb these days, and we have to explain everything to these millennial types. In the past, a simple “it’s not you, it’s me” would suffice; today, it’s all about trying to be 10 separate degrees of sensitive just in case you hurt the person really bad. Yes, that includes the guys even, bloody marshmallows, those. 

I was curious as to why she would be interested in a guy who was a good 7-8 years younger than she was anyway—like, would he even be any good? 

She then went on about how “delicious-looking” he was, with his hunky young bod and babyface looks blah blah blah. Then seeing my somewhat amused look (one eyebrow raised, teeth clenching tongue), she laughed and went “oh baby, don’t get me wrong—you’re cute too—it’s just that, well, it’s like you when you see a sweet young thing and find her irresistible.” 

Silly her. Of course I understand: I didn’t mean if he was any good physically; no, instead, I thought women went beyond just physical attraction and needed to connect at numerous other levels (isn’t that what you women always say?) but apparently it wasn’t so: she didn’t care if the guy, fresh out of school, probably couldn’t hold a decent conversation with her intelligently (by her reckoning, not mine); or the fact that she was technically a superior at work— in this instance, it was just about her wanting to have the guy literally ram his hard cock inside her for as long as he could last, and it was really just about the sex. 

Okay, I admit: I’m old-school alpha male, so it would bring out a tinge of jealousy in me to know if one of the women I was fucking was about to be—or already is—fucking another guy, regardless of the fact that they were supposed to be no-strings attached arrangements. You’d think I would only get jealous if another guy tried to hit on J, but admittedly, I do feel the need to compete when it came to the other women as well. 

All that aside, I wasn’t discouraging her—if anything, I was teaching her how to go about with having an office fling; as if she needed teaching anyway. 

I suppose she did enjoy our little mental sparring sessions that seemed to amuse and turn her on: when we’re like that, she keeps coming back for seconds, and how many times that night have we ended up trying to put our clothes back on, only to try to rip them off each other with much gusto and passion—she getting more and more like a slut who kept wanting me to fuck her dirty each round, me feeling the need to assert my ‘dominance’ and reprove my manhood and virility now that she brought another guy into the picture by the mere mention of it, and my response was to rock her harder as if I wanted to ravish her with every little passing minute. 

It did feel like my cock was being beaten to a pulp with all the hard pumping, and at the end of it all, when we both finally let the exhaustion take over and say “no more”, she was blaming me for the fact that she could hardly close her legs...literally. 

It was savage and raw, yes, and I guess it’s the kind of reaction to expect when you bring out the competitiveness in your partner during sex. Either that, or me and her are just two kinky weirdoes who truly deserve each other. 

But I’m not talking emotions here: like how I’d advised her to lay the cards out right from the beginning and let hunky Kent-doll know she wants him just for the sex, so too had I spelt it out from the first time we had sex almost a year ago that we were just two friends who “happened to fuck each other” every now and then, and that she wouldn’t be—and wasn’t—the only one I do that to. 

In any case, the conclusion was that she may just try to seduce the guy for one time, maybe two, but it wouldn’t be a long-term affair for sure: he wasn’t her type for anything beyond a quick roll, and the whole thing by her reckoning shouldn’t last anything longer than 2 weeks, MEANING TO SAY that after that, when she’s had all her fun, I could expect to have her talk about how she wants to fuck another guy all over again, if only to get me all hyped up to give her “a good one”. 

Or maybe the next time would be me talking to her about me fucking Bru or Izzy and see how she’d respond in turn...or perhaps it could be about me with some random stranger I got to know too, we’ll never know.

The Dorm Room Adventure

I was supposed to meet Brunetta for lunch today, but an hour before our date, she called to take a rain check-- something up with the kids apparently.

"Sorry for the let-down darling", she'd cooed. "I'll make it up to you, promise...next week perhaps?"

So next week it is then: next week, when the husband's not in town, when she could send the kids over to her sister's, and when J's off again on a flight.

And just when I thought I was facing a prospect of a horribly dull afternoon and having to lunch alone, Izzy called and "demanded" to know if I was going to pick her up after her classes. I'd decided initially on meeting up with Bru, and since that lunch date wasn't going to happen, I settled for Izzy, and "apologised" for being too busy to reply about meeting her.

We ended up at a Fragrance hotel room on the west side near the uni after a simple lunch at Vivocity, and she'd wanted to show off her new pair of crotchless panties that she had under her short skirt. Goodness, if that was what she'd been wearing, her undergraduate classmates probably had a good view of her lovely shaven pussy during tutorial classes or something.

We had sex while she kept the panties on. I was admiring her tan lines from the weekend she'd spent at Sentosa with her boyfriend, and the two toned glow seemed to accentuate her brown nipples more-- nice and perky to look at as we fucked. 

Izzy was particularly insatiable today, and she didn't seem to get enough even after I'd come twice and our two hours were up, so we did something that we hadn't done before: head to her room at the hostel, and went for more hard rocking action on that single bed in the room. 

I was getting concerned at some point about her loud moaning and sighs as we had sex in her room, and I was sure I wasn't imagining it when someone in the next door rooms (or probably the rooms above or below us) started blaring loud music. I'd forgotten what it was like to be doing it in a college dormitory, and it was nice to be reminded of the days and nights when I was having fun in my own dorm room in my undergraduate days.

The thing about an undergrad's room was that regardless of the gender, things would be in a perpetual mess, and in Izzy's case, she was careless about leaving her clothes and undergarments around.

"Geez, how do you know which are the clean ones from the soiled ones", I teased as I held up a pair of black panties she'd strewn carelessly on a nearby chair. She didn't want to answer that one, but instead took the panties, rubbed them on her pussy for a while as she continued to moan and sigh, then handed the pair of damp panties back to me.

"These are for you. Happy belated birthday, darling", she teased in return.

Which explains why I had a pair of black wet/soiled woman's panties in my trouser pocket after my little tryst with Izzy, and throughout dinner with J. I couldn't help reaching in to feel at them from time to time over dinner and think back to just how deliciously horny Izzy had been this afternoon, and I couldn't help but grin to myself at the recollection of how she had to peek out from behind the door of her room bare-bottomed and clad only in a tiny t-shirt to "check if the coast was clear" when it was time for me to go. 

Izzy texted me halfway through dinner. "Had fun at the dorm", her first message read; "Be careful she doesn't find them!" read her second message, referring to her panties.

Well find them J won't, for they're now in the pocket of my coat which in turn is hanging in the car...and I'm pretty sure I'd be still thinking about the afternoon's adventure while at work tomorrow-- fingering and playing with Izzy's panties, no doubt. ;)

Missed opportunities

So I missed out on the possible rendezvous with the PR girl from the resort, mostly because J had me all busy going out with her after breakfast. 

There had been a window of opportunity when she signed us up for a spa session: I could have just snuck out to meet up with PR girl, but I needed a nice rub-down too, and that was that.

We left the hotel, but I've still got her name-card, and I'm thinking I could always head back to go look for her on a trip with the boys-- then it'll be winks all around as we'd each seek out a scandal of our own, given our history-- and they did say we'd need a get-together soon enough.

***

J and I headed back to Singapore, and over dinner, my broker called, and I realised while we were busy  getting sun-tans and me trying to get into the pants of some hottie hotel staff, we'd had some missed calls over Saturday and Sunday with regards to a property we'd been trying to sell for a while in Kuala Lumpur: there'd been an interested buyer after the show-around by the agent, and he was ready to make an offer but since the calls didn't get through, he passed on the deal as "he had a flight to catch", as the broker put it.

Right, and we're thus looking to miss out on a seven-digit figure (in SGD, not ringgit, incidentally) just like that. Apparently the buyer wanted to make an offer pretty close to our target price too.

"No worries, love", J ever optimistic as ever beamed. She was pretty certain we'd get more buyers soon enough, and besides, there was still a tenancy in effect, so we've got things covered a bit.

...and somehow, talking about business seemed to make J horny for whatsoever reasons; in a blink of an eye, she'd gone from talking about dollars and sense to whispering naughty things and talking dirty, and I wouldn't say no to fucking her on the leather couch-- and I didn't care if the curtains weren't drawn and people from the next block could look in and see us going at it.

***

And now that I'm back, it's decisions, strategy and tactics: Izzy wants me to meet her tomorrow after her classes; Brunetta the Italian mama wants to do lunch; and Mrs M's texted me to say "Hubby not in town again."

I could try juggle all 3 on the same day, but why rush myself, eh? But I'm actually more inclined to meeting Bru, since it's more like a sensing her out again kind of meeting after her trail went cold since the last time we'd been together months ago. And besides, with Bru, there'd always be surprises...so who knows. *grins*

Meet up with a young 'un

Well I never thought I'd hook up with a woman who's many years younger than I am again; the last time I did came with disastrous results because she started to get all whiny and clingy, and I thought that was that.

...until Izzy came along and changed all of that. She's in her final year at uni, and that makes her way younger than I am, but apparently she likes having an older man from time to time, especially when she feels she needs a break from her equally young Gen-Yer boyfriend (some young 20-something aspiring banker). 

In any case, she seemed impressed when I picked her up from one of the halls of residence where she stayed, and drove her down to the Fullerton for lunch. (Apparently having a nice Italian car helps) We had a good time chatting (first meeting), and before long, I found myself stroking her hand while we talked, and she had that naughty look on her face. 

I knew I'd scored, and I thought I'd capitalise on my advantage, and we drove over to my place where the clothes came off and I found myself eating out her sexy young pussy. I didn't mind that she wasn't shaven this time, and she was all eager to please. She spent quite a long time pampering my hard cock with her hands and mouth, and I found it rather amusing how she kept asking what I'd like her to do. She certainly let me lord over her-- something that the younger girls tended to do, and thanks to Izzy for the little reminder!

Izzy, being young and adventuresome, didn't mind the mess of me cumming all over her from some hard action fucking, and after that, she laid back in bed, picked up some cum from off her breasts with her long fingers and started licking them.

We had to go off earlier again, since J was back in town and given her boyfriend has yet to start the crazy 60-hour routines being new on his job, we couldn't indulge in a longer tryst. But I could see Izzy was interested after our first encounter, and I'm pretty sure I'd be seeing this little lover really soon.

Weekend fun.

I was roused from bed this morning with a wake-up call in the form of a luscious pair of lips on my cock. Mrs M apparently had woken up earlier than I did, and she decided to get to work right away.

Not that I have anything to complain, of course, but I’d think she would have had quite a lot of action from yesterday and before we finally laid back in bed at about 2am—tired, naked, but fingers and hands still running up and down each other’s bodies as we dozed off. 

Yesterday had been one of those luckier days when her schedule and mine coincided; actually, it was more a case where we both became “single” for the weekend where J was not in town, and her hubby was away on reservist training, so we decided to capitalise on the situation. 

The whole weekend sexcapade thing was deliberately planned: she’d packed a small getaway bag, and we already decided we’d spend it over at my place. As soon as we got home (mine, that is), we locked lips, and I couldn’t wait to get her clothes off. 

I’ve been wanting to have Mrs M naked, up close and personal since I met this leggy sexy MILF at the gym three weeks ago, and after all the teasing and flirting on Whatsapp and Skype, here we were, a perfect opportunity to play out all the sexual tension that’d been building up—once, I found myself with a hard on as I was talking to her at the gym watching her in her tight gym shorts, and she’d been looking and gave a sly grin. She’d reached over to touch lightly when she realised no one was looking, and I wished I could just tear her clothes off and fuck her then, and who cares if she’d just finished a yoga class. 

I took half a day off on Friday, and met her for some lazing around at Siloso Beach; when the weather played up, we adjourned to catching a movie at Vivocity, and thereafter we headed to the Fullerton for dinner. I’d wanted to head down for some drinks thereafter, but she wanted to just head back to my place for the rest of the evening. 

Back in my bedroom, she had on the tiniest pair of thongs, and she got wet quickly as I rubbed her down there, my fingers probing, and the string of her thong disappearing between the folds of her fat pussy lips. Her inquisitive tongue sought out mine, and her own hands had moved down to grab my ass, and she had one firm grip on my cock as soon as she got my boxers off. She threw her head back and sighed softly as I moved my lips down along her neck, and locked onto her hardened dark nipples. 

My fingers still probed at her pussy, and I must say I was working out quite a wet mess on her thong—just the way I love it. She went on her knees and took my cock into her mouth, sucking hard on my shaft as her fingers gently massaged my balls. I stroked her hair, as if to reward her for doing such a good job, and I totally loved it when she started sucking hard and licking my balls as she stroked my rod. 

I couldn’t wait for my turn to get down on her, of course, and by now, her thong had been deliciously wet with her pussy juices. I took them off and sniffed at them as she watched amused, and I held on to her panties as I parted her legs and started licking and sucking at her beautifully shaven yummy pussy. Because she was such a gem, I decided to ‘torment’ her a little longer with some extended oral play even though I could sense she badly wanted me to enter her. She was moaning loudly as she felt my fingers and tongue teasing her clit and licking and sucking away at her pussy. 

And when I finally entered her, she gripped me hard and bit lightly on my left shoulder. As I started to thrust away, she turned to kiss and lick at my neck, and moved her hips in tandem with my thrusts. I stroked her asshole lightly as I fucked her, and decided to be a little naughty and pushed my finger in to probe a little. 

She squirmed, laughed, and the smacked me lightly, but she seemed to enjoy it, so I kept at that little play—not all the way in, just teasing pushes as we fucked. She wanted me to let her know when I was cumming, and when I gave her the signal, she grabbed my cock tight, then put my cock into her mouth just as I shot a load. 

She continued to suck and lick away at my cock, massaging my balls, and fingered herself as she did so. 

She was impressed that I remained hard even after I’d come, and I was all ready for seconds and she continued to stroke my cock and balls and then straddled over me as I laid back on the bed. She sat herself down on my face, and I could feel the wetness of her pussy over my nose and mouth, and started licking away at her pussy again as she once again put her lips over my cock and started sucking. 

Mrs M seemed to be one woman who enjoyed oral play a lot, and this time, she allowed me to do a bukkake on her face, much like those slutty MILFs you have on cheese Jappo porno flicks. 

*** 

Saturday saw us having breakfast at the Saddle Club, and thereafter she had me tag along as she did underwear shopping. I could feel myself getting hard watching her and some other attractive ladies in the shop picking out their intimates, especially the sexy ones, and for a moment I had a little thought where I wished I could fuck all the women in the store as they tried on the lingerie. Too many porn flicks, yes. 

The nice thing about the whole shopping trip thing was how she was holding my hand the way I thought only J would, and that whole girlfriend experience was a new added bonus to this no-strings arrangement I have with Mrs M. On this note, I’m wondering what’s with all the relationship statuses anyway: let’s just put “Open relationship” all the way, and we both know we’re out to have fun with each other. 

The rest of Saturday saw us heading back to my apartment for a sojourn from the shopping, and for some afternoon delight in the form of one 69 and her wanting to rock on me as I sat at the balcony and nothing other than a large towel to hide her nakedness from prying eyes. I have no idea if any of the residents at the neighbouring blocks had a free show in broad daylight, but the only thing I concerned myself with was just how much I loved the feeling of my cock in the warmth of her juicy wet pussy. 

We went for dinner at the St. Regis, and then it was back to my place for the rest of the night—this time involving a dildo and the crotchless panties she’d bought earlier in the day. At one point, we were experimenting with trying to put the sleek silver dildo into her asshole as we fucked, but that soon proved to be a little too much for her to take in her virgin asshole, so we left it at that. She was content with just having my hard cock moving inside her, and she especially loved my tongue and fingers working on her yummilicious cunt. 

*** 

Which is why right about now, I’m feeling like I missed the action of the weekend already, and kinda wished Sunday hadn’t passed so quickly. She had to head back home in the afternoon because she had to pick up her kid from her mother’s, but as she got down from the car, she said she’d love to “do this again soon”. 

I went home, and I discovered she’d left me a little present in the form of the same pair of thongs she was wearing on Friday, still delicious with the scent of her pussy, and I get hard at the memory of it. Nice weekend, and in any case, J’s heading back tomorrow too, so it was just as well. 

Mrs M would be at the gym, and I’m already wondering if I could stop myself getting hard when I see her.

Afternoon affairs

Her panties were barely off when my fingers started moving over her and rubbed at her deliciously wet cunt, and her hands reached behind her to grope at my hard cock that was pressing against her ass, tracing along the tiny string of her thong as she started to rub and massage my cock and my balls.

I kissed her on her neck, one hand cupping her breast and started tugging a her nipples. She parted her thong and it was so easy to just slide my cock into her slippery wet hole, and we starting grinding against each other as my cock went deep inside her.

Her moans urged me to fuck her harder, and she turned her head sideways to kiss me and I continue to thrust into her, my lips over hers and muffling her sighs and moans.

I wanted her that much to not even want to wait till she was fully naked, and then I realised I'd literally fucked her with her panties on... 

Dinner for two @home...

So my quiet evening at home turned out to be quite something else altogether, with Lady K coming over to my place for dinner-- prepared by yours truly. La Femme was away for the weekend, and I thought it was a great opportunity, given Lady K's hubby was also out of town: it was an ideal rendezvous, and how better than to start the evening with a nice meal done by the guy to further impress the woman prior to some potentially hot sex?

Dinner was a simple affair of spaghetti carbonara and steak. I picked up Lady K after her dance lessons (she does pole dancing...mmm), and we went over to Cold Storage to get the ingredients "like an old couple", she'd joked. She was amused that I'd wanted to cook for her, and clearly she was somewhat impressed.

When we got back to the condo, I'd put on my apron and prepared the meal while she decided to go for a swim downstairs. I'm sure she must have attracted quite a number of lusty stares judging from how she looked in her string bikini. 

Anyway, by the time she got back and took her shower, dinner was served, complete with wine, fresh flowers on the table. She was wearing a sarong with only a g-string underneath, and while I was impressed with how she was dressed for dinner, I could tell she was impressed with the meal I'd managed to whip up.

We had a good time chatting and took our time with the meal; no rushes, just enjoying each other's company, and after dinner was done, we'd settled ourselves on the couch where she laid her head on my shoulders and we started frenching. Her inquisitive tongue was teasing mine, and she reached one hand onto my jeans and started feeling and rubbing at my crotch. I returned the favour by parting her sarong to expose her breasts, my fingers playing on her hard nipples, rolling them with my fingers and tugging at them gently as we continued to kiss.

I could hear her muffled moan when I reached my hand down to the front of her panties to rub at her crotch, my fingers tracing along the fabric against her slit. She was wet, and I continued teasing her that way till there was a wet patch on her panties, then parted them slightly to slide my fingers into her wet pussy. 

We soon got naked on the couch, and she took my cock into her mouth as I went under her to lick at her cunt. I pulled her wet juicy lips apart and my tongue started to move deep into her, then sucked lightly on her clit as I fucked her with my fingers. I could feel her tongue flickering across the tip of my cock to taste at my pre-cum and she continued to suck hard on my cock as she played with my balls.

She wanted to fuck at the balcony, and I'm sure anyone at the block opposite who looked out would have a good glimpse at our action, but since she asked, I was more than happy to oblige. I sat on the teak day-bed La Femme and I picked up from Phuket when we moved into the condo, and as I settled back on the mattress, Lady K climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my cock and let out a moan as she did so. She started rocking as I grabbed and pulled her close to me, my cock moving deep inside her. She bit her lower lip as I thrust into her, my mouth sucking on her tits as we fucked. I'm sure the neighbours would hear us as well, and frankly, La Femme and I have never had sex on the balcony before-- there was an added thrill, I'd say.

Lady K was shown around the apartment, and we'd fucked in most of the rooms, the living room and the master bedroom bathroom...and I kinda wish she could stay over, but she can't because La Femme would be back first thing tomorrow morning at 3 a.m. So it was a reluctant farewell when I drove Lady K back to her place, and we kissed again before she said goodnight, the scent of her perfume still lingering in the car, and leaving me wanting her again.

We would meet again, of course, but it would be nice if she could stay over...

Don't you just love this pussy?

Is it ok to fuck someone when you don't even know her name?

...or when you don't even know her phone number?

I only asked, because as crazy as it sounds, it's amazing how you can arrange for not just one or two, but three to four dates via Google Chat and Skype, meet up and have sex in real life-- and still not know her name or phone number!

Even crazier when you consider we hooked up because of this whole blogging thing, and she turned out to be a really yummy wet-dream come true.

But all that said, perhaps all this just adds up to one fleeting happy memory, and we're both gone our different ways. What would you expect from chance encounters like that, and given the somewhat unusual circumstances of our acquaintance?