Chupachups
07-10-2011, 10:18 AM
Hi bruthers .... Just had a series of amazing encounter which i thought i share.... now this is long as I want to put the whole encounter in context ... for those who don't want to read long posts ... i politely suggest you stop now.
I've been living in Singapore for 8 years now and a PR. I've recently moved into my new apartment with my gf with a mix variety of nationalities in the neighborhood but fairly interesting. I am half Taiwanese and Norwegian, thank goodness I have more Asian looks which helps alot whenever i go to the local KTVs with some friends.
Now back to my story ... my working schedule is flexible and i tend to work from home once or twice a week whenever i feel like it. On days when I work at home, whenever i need a smoke break, i will take a walk by the pool or playground area downstairs. I noticed that its either late morning around 10am or late afternoon around 4pm when alot of mothers take their kids to the pool. Most of them invite their friends (other mothers) as well. I realized that some of these moms are soooo MILFY! ... what amazes me is that Caucasian women tend not to take care of their shape after childbirth but not some of these that i have seen.
2 of them caught my eye as they wore their swim wear with a large scarf-like dress which tends to be translucent during the day. I would have my can of coke and at least 2 ciggies sitting at a distant watching damn as i wouldn't want to come across as inconsiderate smoking too near their kids.
This observation and my 'timely' smoking sessions started to allow 2 of them to become more warm to my presence. They started to smile and even just say a causal 'hi'.
Then the opportunity came one day, i was at my usual corner and one of them approached me with a slice of cake which they baked. And to my surprise she asked if she could have a cigarette... i offered her and while i lit her cig, i caught a short glance from her eye and a suppressed smile that could have led on to something else. She asked if she could just sit with me for while and of course i didn't decline. We chatted very casually ... exchanged background info etc. She hinted about being bored with her routine and i thought it was an opportunity but didn't tarnish it by being too aggressive.
The following week, i looked out of my window and saw her alone this time by the pool. I went down and pretended not to see her as i entered the other side of the pool. As i swam by her, she saw me and waved ... i stopped and went to the side of the pool where she was and we chatted. It was already 5pm and she told me the humidity was unbearable and wished she had a cold beer beside her. Now, opportunity was obviously knocking hard on my door ... i told her i was happy to run up and get some cold ones down, she initially felt bad about it and i told her it was no problem ... i didn't bother taking the elevator and ran up the stairwell since i only lived on the 3rd floor.... got 2 bottles and my pack of cigs.
When i got down, she was already by the deck chair, all dried up and wearing that beach dress i saw the last time. I thought to myself that she was leaving ... but she was just waiting for me. We had our beer and cigs, and our conversation went on for another hour.... i found out that her husband was out of town most of the time and as luck had it, her kid was having a sleep over with her girlfriend. Our conversation went on to about movies and to cut the long story shorter .. we shared similar genres. She asked if i wanted to order a pizza and grab a dvd from a rental in our condo area ... i told her for sure but i would need to go home to wrap up some work for about an hour first. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet later and i offered to pick up the dvds as she ordered for the pizza delivery.
Honestly, i didn't have any work, i just needed to call my gf to check what time she was coming back and to figure out an excuse. I told her i was going out with some friends.
Finally got to her place with the DVD.... she was still in the same outfit, translucent beach dress with a damp bikini underneath. She took out the wine, i slot in the DVD... 30mins late, received a call from the guardhouse that the pizzas were here.... settled the pizza and we were chatting, watching the movie with 2 bottles of wine beside us. We kind of lost track of the movie as were talking too much and already onto the 2nd bottle of wine... as we chatted.. we started to get more comfortable with each other and got alittle more touchy.... i had alot to drink and needed to pee... she pointed to the direction of the washroom and while i was in there, i was rinsing my mouth as and adjusting my semi-stiff cock. When i got out.. she was laying there motionless, with her head slouched covered by her hair.. i walked over quietly thinking she fell asleep... i was cursing under my breath that i thought this opportunity was over.... thinking that i shouldn't ruin my chances if this happens again.. i slowly picked up the remote to turn off the dvd and tv. I was alittle confused of what to do ... i noticed on the dining table were some pens and a notepad. I thought the polite thing to do was to leave her a note and politely leave.
While writing the note, i was also thinking that i should put this in a place where she would see it, and also write it in a very casual manner so that if here husband were to stumble upon this note, no one would be the wiser. While writing, i paused every now and then thinking of what to write as it cannot be too obvious... during this time, my back was facing her all the while when suddenly i felt to hands grab my waist with a firm grip to tickle me... i had a huge shock and nearly elbowed her and at the moment i turned around too quick and her nails dug into the side my waists.... she burst out laughing as i tried to gain my composure from the shock and the pain of her nails digging in. I went to the couch as i laughed with her with my hand holding onto my side as i grimaced in pain.... she thought i was having a cramp as i was laughing really hard... until she noticed that i was in some discomfort... then she realized it could be her nails... I jokingly told her that her 'claws' needed trimming... too my further shocked she lifted up the side of my shirt to see if i was ok ... there were 2 dull scratches on my side ... i teasingly told her she shouldn't be lifting my shirt since we only got to know each other ... she was still laughing as she reached out for her glass of wine and said, "this will help" ... i thought she was offering me a drink but she took a sip... put the glass back on the table... and what she did next took me by total surprise.
She put her warm lips onto the dull scratches and twirled her tongue with the wine onto my side as if to soothe and disinfect it with alcohol. There was a very slightly sting ... but it felt good, by now my cock was hard as i slouched back onto the sofa with my eyes closed. She asked me if i felt better ... i was like "hell yes!" ... but told her it still sting. She got up and closed the curtains with a cheeky smile saying "the last thing we need are the tongues or our neighbors wagging"... she came back, lifted my shirt again to take a closer look... this time, no wine, just wet tongue action on my wound as her arms wrapped around my waist ... it was obvious she could feel my throbbing cock on her chest ....
I've been living in Singapore for 8 years now and a PR. I've recently moved into my new apartment with my gf with a mix variety of nationalities in the neighborhood but fairly interesting. I am half Taiwanese and Norwegian, thank goodness I have more Asian looks which helps alot whenever i go to the local KTVs with some friends.
Now back to my story ... my working schedule is flexible and i tend to work from home once or twice a week whenever i feel like it. On days when I work at home, whenever i need a smoke break, i will take a walk by the pool or playground area downstairs. I noticed that its either late morning around 10am or late afternoon around 4pm when alot of mothers take their kids to the pool. Most of them invite their friends (other mothers) as well. I realized that some of these moms are soooo MILFY! ... what amazes me is that Caucasian women tend not to take care of their shape after childbirth but not some of these that i have seen.
2 of them caught my eye as they wore their swim wear with a large scarf-like dress which tends to be translucent during the day. I would have my can of coke and at least 2 ciggies sitting at a distant watching damn as i wouldn't want to come across as inconsiderate smoking too near their kids.
This observation and my 'timely' smoking sessions started to allow 2 of them to become more warm to my presence. They started to smile and even just say a causal 'hi'.
Then the opportunity came one day, i was at my usual corner and one of them approached me with a slice of cake which they baked. And to my surprise she asked if she could have a cigarette... i offered her and while i lit her cig, i caught a short glance from her eye and a suppressed smile that could have led on to something else. She asked if she could just sit with me for while and of course i didn't decline. We chatted very casually ... exchanged background info etc. She hinted about being bored with her routine and i thought it was an opportunity but didn't tarnish it by being too aggressive.
The following week, i looked out of my window and saw her alone this time by the pool. I went down and pretended not to see her as i entered the other side of the pool. As i swam by her, she saw me and waved ... i stopped and went to the side of the pool where she was and we chatted. It was already 5pm and she told me the humidity was unbearable and wished she had a cold beer beside her. Now, opportunity was obviously knocking hard on my door ... i told her i was happy to run up and get some cold ones down, she initially felt bad about it and i told her it was no problem ... i didn't bother taking the elevator and ran up the stairwell since i only lived on the 3rd floor.... got 2 bottles and my pack of cigs.
When i got down, she was already by the deck chair, all dried up and wearing that beach dress i saw the last time. I thought to myself that she was leaving ... but she was just waiting for me. We had our beer and cigs, and our conversation went on for another hour.... i found out that her husband was out of town most of the time and as luck had it, her kid was having a sleep over with her girlfriend. Our conversation went on to about movies and to cut the long story shorter .. we shared similar genres. She asked if i wanted to order a pizza and grab a dvd from a rental in our condo area ... i told her for sure but i would need to go home to wrap up some work for about an hour first. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet later and i offered to pick up the dvds as she ordered for the pizza delivery.
Honestly, i didn't have any work, i just needed to call my gf to check what time she was coming back and to figure out an excuse. I told her i was going out with some friends.
Finally got to her place with the DVD.... she was still in the same outfit, translucent beach dress with a damp bikini underneath. She took out the wine, i slot in the DVD... 30mins late, received a call from the guardhouse that the pizzas were here.... settled the pizza and we were chatting, watching the movie with 2 bottles of wine beside us. We kind of lost track of the movie as were talking too much and already onto the 2nd bottle of wine... as we chatted.. we started to get more comfortable with each other and got alittle more touchy.... i had alot to drink and needed to pee... she pointed to the direction of the washroom and while i was in there, i was rinsing my mouth as and adjusting my semi-stiff cock. When i got out.. she was laying there motionless, with her head slouched covered by her hair.. i walked over quietly thinking she fell asleep... i was cursing under my breath that i thought this opportunity was over.... thinking that i shouldn't ruin my chances if this happens again.. i slowly picked up the remote to turn off the dvd and tv. I was alittle confused of what to do ... i noticed on the dining table were some pens and a notepad. I thought the polite thing to do was to leave her a note and politely leave.
While writing the note, i was also thinking that i should put this in a place where she would see it, and also write it in a very casual manner so that if here husband were to stumble upon this note, no one would be the wiser. While writing, i paused every now and then thinking of what to write as it cannot be too obvious... during this time, my back was facing her all the while when suddenly i felt to hands grab my waist with a firm grip to tickle me... i had a huge shock and nearly elbowed her and at the moment i turned around too quick and her nails dug into the side my waists.... she burst out laughing as i tried to gain my composure from the shock and the pain of her nails digging in. I went to the couch as i laughed with her with my hand holding onto my side as i grimaced in pain.... she thought i was having a cramp as i was laughing really hard... until she noticed that i was in some discomfort... then she realized it could be her nails... I jokingly told her that her 'claws' needed trimming... too my further shocked she lifted up the side of my shirt to see if i was ok ... there were 2 dull scratches on my side ... i teasingly told her she shouldn't be lifting my shirt since we only got to know each other ... she was still laughing as she reached out for her glass of wine and said, "this will help" ... i thought she was offering me a drink but she took a sip... put the glass back on the table... and what she did next took me by total surprise.
She put her warm lips onto the dull scratches and twirled her tongue with the wine onto my side as if to soothe and disinfect it with alcohol. There was a very slightly sting ... but it felt good, by now my cock was hard as i slouched back onto the sofa with my eyes closed. She asked me if i felt better ... i was like "hell yes!" ... but told her it still sting. She got up and closed the curtains with a cheeky smile saying "the last thing we need are the tongues or our neighbors wagging"... she came back, lifted my shirt again to take a closer look... this time, no wine, just wet tongue action on my wound as her arms wrapped around my waist ... it was obvious she could feel my throbbing cock on her chest ....