The morning(s) after.

No, news of Liz and my little liaisons in the office haven't reached the ground yet, as in no one at the office is talking about us...yet, although they're probably wondering why both department heads have suddenly become so close over the past week.

But at least we have the sense to pretend to keep our physical distance from each other, although there was this instance where after we'd had sex on Wednesday night after "working late" in my room (again), she'd left her panties hanging on the inner door knob after I made her walk panty-less back to our cars. I'd come in the next morning and spotted her thong still hanging, and quickly grabbed it and put it in my pocket lest the cleaning lady came along and started thinking I had a fetish for women's undies (I do, actually).

So Thursday morning saw me walking over to her room, my dick already throbbing in excitement in my pants as I fingered the soft fabric of her panties in my trouser pocket, and as soon as I closed the door, I whipped it out and sniffed them right in front of her, watching her. Liz was surprised, then she started laughing when she realised what it was...and we stayed yet another late night on Thursday, only this time it was in her room, and she took both panties back.

I guess I have a thing for milfs, something that's never changed much; but doesn't mean I'm exclusively going after milfs only. :D

The only thing about this whole Liz affair is that she's quite a bitch in the office, and quite a number of managers and subordinates, both men and women, would probably try to get out of her way lest they crossed her. It doesn't really help with my own reputation, I guess, being the new head, and getting close to my deputy because it'd mean I'd be losing points with the younger cute gals in the office whom I've yet to try my little tricks on.

Anyway, I did find myself wondering if it's a good idea with Liz, now that I've satisfied the curiosity of knowing how her pussy tastes like and how fucking her would feel like. Not that I wanna do a fuck-and-throw, mind you, she's more than welcome to sit on my rod any time of the day: it's just that, when it comes to work, and seeing her in at meetings and such, I find myself in a dilemma as to whether I should take to her side whenever an issue pops up, and like I said, she can be a real bitch, and I don't always agree with her views; on the other hand, I can't help but wonder if her letting me fuck her means she's expecting my vote, and hence once the both of us agree, no one else could say no. 

I guess for now, it's wait and see-- and of course, fuck her as much as I can-- while I make up my mind. Will update on this.

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Side note, I have no idea what's the hype over Serina Wee in this whole City Harvest Church saga. I mean, looking at her pics:

Yes, I would agree she'd qualify as a Milf, and one that I'd probably love to cum all over her face, but she isn't exactly the most attractive one I've come across. At most, I'd say "above average"; and comparing Serina and Sun Ho:

Okay, she's probably a little more attractive than Sun, but that's only because Serina's younger. A

As for Sun, I guess I won't mind having a romp with her, but it'll probably be let's-fuck-her-brains-out-for-one-night thing, and then some.

I'm not really bothered to follow the CHC trial, because I think the church is crap to begin with, so there.

Here comes the rain...

Well the rain did provide for an interesting opportunity with Liz, the bra-less MILF: the multi-storey carpark was leaking badly so much so she wet her top while coming in to work this morning, and I bumped into her just as I was stepping in to our office after my morning gym workout.

There wasn’t anyone else around to see her in her light blue blouse that, once wet, revealed the sight of her hard nipples. She could see me looking at them as I opened the door, and she didn’t hesitate when I suggested she go into my room to change her top before others in our division got in.

Initially I’d thought of letting her have the room while I’d head off to get some coffee from the cafeteria downstairs. After I’d opened the door, and right before I’d stepped out of my room after picking up my cellphone, Liz already took her top off and she stood right there, topless, her perky breasts proud and nipples erect, and she gave a look that was, shall we say, inviting.

I could feel myself grow hard as I pulled her close to me and kissed her on her lips. My hands cupped her breasts, and she was already using one hand to rub at my crotch as we kissed.

I suppose it’s somewhat comforting for a single divorcee to have a man be intimate with her, and her breath became shallow as I pulled up her skirt and moved one hand under to tease at her thighs and her warm crotch, rubbing her gently, feeling the trace of her pussy against her panties as I moved my mouth down to one breast and sucked at her nipple. She seemed to like me licking and sucking hard on her nipple a lot, and she was getting deliciously wet under her skirt.

We would have gone one step further given she had my fly down when we heard the rustling of keys at the main door of the division office. She quickly took my coat, threw it over her shoulders and sat down a chair while I zipped up and got over to the other side of the table where my seat was. We found the situation rather humourous, and started laughing as two of our clueless subordinates walked in and said “good morning” to both of us. They probably were wondering why two of their bosses were laughing like silly kids early in the morning, but I don’t think they suspected anything, nor would they notice Liz’s wet blouse on my table in that split second.

Liz tried to make everything seem normal by talking about some trivial details of one particular project we were working on, and I have no idea how she did it, but in one fleeting moment, she managed to retrieve her blouse from the table and dumped it into her bag. She then got up and walked right out of the room to the ladies’, I presume to change, still wearing my coat. Again, I don’t think either of the 2 subordinates thought anything was out of the ordinary, given how she’d be in jackets anyway.

So we pretty much went about the rest of the morning thus far with our busy-ness, and she still has my coat in her room—which, looking back, made me wonder if it was dumb of me to invite her into my room to begin with, but I guess that’s where she got the hint.

We had a smoke break together just, and oddly enough, there weren’t anyone else around, and we found ourselves standing close and stroking each other throughout. She smells really nice next to me, and I absolutely loved how she rubbed against my crotch with one hand while smoking a cigarette with the other. I guess there was a thrill too, to be doing all these in the vicinity of our workplace where there’s always that little danger of getting caught.

So, ball’s rolling, and it wouldn’t be long to find ourselves “working late” together. That night, however, won't be tonight because she's got to spend time with her kids tonight, but no worries there I guess. There are perks to management after all *grins*

You're making me hard.

It's been close to 2 months since I started working at the new workplace, and I haven't gotten my usual office place fun.

It isn't that the women in my office are unattractive; it's just that work has really kept me so busy I hardly have time to go fool around, so to speak. 

In any case, there's this particular MILF-y manager who's my indirect report that's caught my attention; mostly because she has this habit of going around bra-less, and I kid you not. No doubt she wears dark coloured blouses on days she decides to let her ample breasts hang loose, it's pretty obvious when she's close by and you start to notice her perky nipples and no trace of a bra.

We'd take smoke breaks together, and thus far the discussions have been mostly around work, and once or twice, on her bra-less days, I've caught a hint of her nipples as she bent forward to loosen the strap of her heel, for instance, and with the top buttons of her blouse undone, I've found myself resisting the temptation of wanting to put my hands into her blouse and fondle her breasts.

She isn't exactly the prettiest face when you compare her to the younger girls, but she's still got that come-fuck-my-brains out look. I noticed a number of the younger guys at work have tried to get her attention, but she seems a little snotty at the junior execs and managers, and I guess it's a bit of a compliment when she seeks me out for our little smoke breaks. 

And it's also gotten a point that when the other guys see the two of us walking into the rooftop smoking area, they'd vacate the place so much so we would be on our own; and on days when the smoking place gets crowded, it was she who showed me an alternative smoking place right at the water tank area of the multi-storey carpark located at an annex to the building that's only accessible via a walkway at our level.

That alternative location would make for an ideal place for me to fuck her if only she'd let me on our little breaks, and god, how I'd love to! I've imagined myself going right behind her, kissing her on her neck, sliding my hand into her blouse, fondling her breasts and nipples, then hiking up her skirt to rub at her pussy, then sliding her thong off and taking mouthfuls of her...

Once or twice, I've found myself wanting to push up against her and kiss her on her lips as she stood so close; yet I'm wondering what's holding me back. Here was a woman who's a single mother, recently divorced from her husband, and hence a perfect target... but somehow I've been keeping myself in check.

Ordinarily, I would have just gone ahead and talk naughty to her to 'test waters'; at the moment, I guess it's the myriad of projects that's keeping me at bay. In any case, she's working with me on almost all the projects, so I guess there are opportunities aplenty.

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Side note: Grumpy Spinster, if those are pics of your ass in the background of your blog, I have to tell you that you've gotten my attention, and I'd love to pull those fishnet stockings off with my teeth. :P

Do I have to?

In so many ways, I wish I could go back to being her "baron" once more. 

I've had women come and go, but none like her: how her presence still lingers after all these months, and how much I remember every little touch, every little kiss we shared. 

I don't normally get sentimental on past affairs, but in this case, I'd very much like to have her around again-- not to make amends, but to have another go at truly making her happy. Honestly.

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.

Birthday pressies and such.

It was Izzy's birthday today, and my present for her was a brand new Samsung Galaxy S4-- her iPhone had been faulty for a while, and she had been thinking of getting a new phone. 

We were out at the yacht club where we had breakfast, and thereafter we boarded the yacht I'd chartered for the day. It wasn't like I'd intended it to be anything romantic or such; more of a means to have some privacy of our own for obvious reasons.

It'd been a cruise to the Southern Islands, and she'd spent most of the time dressed in the new bikini she bought. The crew guys were checking her out, and I don't blame them: Izzy's a beautiful young woman, and in a sense, the inner egomaniac in me was smirking in the knowledge that while the other guys on board found her attractive, I was the only one who'd get to fuck her.

And we did have sex quite a lot today. I suppose the presence of a crew meant we had to keep things down to plain vanilla sex with not much of the usual little kinky games, but it was still good, really.

**

It was after lunch, and after I'd presented the phone when she'd come and leaned up against me, her head resting on my shoulders as I kissed her softly on her neck when I heard her, in between her soft sighs, saying she'd decided to break up with the banker boyfriend.

She'd found him too "young" for her liking: he was the same age as she was, but of late, she'd realised she preferred older guys-- guys my age.

I didn't know if that was her way of telling me she was wishing there was something more between us, but this being her birthday, I didn't want to spoil her day and instead let her make-believe that this afternoon's time spent on the yacht was what could have been if we were indeed taking things seriously.

In any case, to me, it was one thing to have a no-strings attached FWB thing going on with a much younger woman like Izzy; serious relationships, on the other hand, would be something else altogether, and I do wonder if I would be able to keep up with the stuff the Millenial generation are in to. 

Anyway, it was a relatively nice afternoon out. I was supposed to meet Bru for dinner, but got a little tired and postponed the date.

I'd probably take the day off tomorrow.  

Be my sub.

Since Fifty Shades hit the scene, I’m pretty sure every guy out there wants to be a Christian Grey, and I guess women out there are looking for their own Grey-some adventures.

That, I deduced from what Izzy shared with me, and it appears some dude at the uni tried to coax her into becoming his own Anastasia Steele.

Except he doesn’t know of course she already has her own secret lover. Yet somehow, there was something fascinating and strangely erotic hearing her talk about how the other guy tried to charm her into becoming his latest conquest—especially if the revelation came as part of the tete-a-tete following our own tryst in bed.

Admittedly, she’d locked lips with him, and the dude had his hands up her skirt and rubbing at her most intimate parts. She’d gotten wet, and he’d probably had his way with her if not for the very anti-climatic moment of her phone going off, and banker-boyfriend was on the phone to ask if she’d been a good girl studying for her exams.

I found it all intriguing, yet such a huge turn-on at the same time: she was making out with another guy behind her boyfriend’s back, and afterward, being aroused but having pushed the guy away, she came to yours truly, and we had raw sex for both our pleasure.

There’s a little sense of jealousy I admit because she’s such a beautiful thing to have and to fuck, but nothing too serious, because we have our own little arrangements without her getting too sticky to me. I guess I’m just the easiest part of the whole picture, really, and I do enjoy the benefits that come along with it, even if just for a brief moment.

Meanwhile, I have in turn recently re-learnt just how nice it is to be a sub in my relationship with cougar-babe Bru. It’s all become a vicious cycle of kinky gratuitous sex, role-play, discreet affairs and marshmallow saccharine cuddling with the women I’m with all rolled into one, yet strangely there’s nothing complicated at all to the whole thing. I can’t explain it, really, but all I know is that there’s probably still room for some more, knowing me.

There are after all many more hours in a week than just fifty shades of one colour. *grins*