The Flames of Lust

I have been away for quite awhile. Indeed.

Sigh, where shall I begin with, I have been talent scouted while working in the new job. It was indeed a coincident. I do not consider myself a looker as those girls in the modeling agencies so it must be the body. I have been also travelling around. The new job brought me around the world, yes, in almost 80 days. Though the economy has pretty much come to a stand still for the ad companies like the one I work for, there are still work. Contracts and assignments are still on, so most often than now, we will pack and go on a tight rendezvous completing it with the lease time needed. Project after project.

Keith has been my constant companion at this point. Remember him? He is most good looking guy whom I have met in Poppy last year. We exchange drinks prior my trip to Bangkok. I don’t know if that makes me a ‘sarong party girl’ but honestly, I don’t give much hoot about these labels used by these mainstream geeks..

Anyway, doses of Keith every now and then keep me sane. He is excitably perfect sexually.

Just last Friday as I completed my project in Vietnam and ready to board the plane at Tan Son Nhat Airport to head back to Kuala Lumpur, Keith texted me at 11am. My heart flipped, as usual.

“Tonight?”

“Not in town,” I replied.

“Cock teaser, you’ll be back,” he pursued.

“Someone is checking on me,” I accused.

“How can I not?”

Then went on, “I’ll see you at the airport.”

I smiled. Keith and his charm. I don’t know how many women have been locked in his little black box. And I am certain, I am not his last. Nor am I the few.

Keith. Keith. Keith. My mind went on playing about the brief times I have been spending with him. I have been busy and my mind was all on work these 8 days. Not a thought of him though I do received the occasional good night message. Just these 2 words.

Sweet though because it shows I have a place in this thoughts every now and then, particularly on nights where he is alone, I presume. Lonely. Do I feel the same?

I have never gotten to know Keith as a person if you are wondering. I have in fact left it as that. That as in him as my sex companion. Some people call it bed or pillow partner. We never dated, we never talked about our lives, nor do we exchange much about our work or personal stuff. We just left it as that. And never seized to leave a sweet taste before we part after every meeting.

This is a fantasy we both are living. And it is good that I am able to find someone who fulfills this hunger without guilt nor consequences. Changing the course of this I believe, shall change everything. The flames of lust.

When I got out of KLIA at the exit, I received his message to look to the right. He was there, standing tall and undeniably handsome in his khakis and untucked stripped cotton blue shirt, fashionably ruffled. His hair in casual streak with his Ray Bans, leaning against his black M3 and looking at me with a cheeky smile.

I felt like I was coming back to the arms of a boyfriend. An old flame I am supposedly to know well. It was a very warm feeling. I returned the smile with abundance of warmth and emotion.

I lugged my luggage into the trunk as he tightly hugged me and gave me a smooch on the lips. Pretty much like a long lost. People would think we are a couple. I laughed at this thought. If only they knew.

“You missed me?” he cheekily asked as he started to drive away from the airport. Typical of our conversation. Always cheeky yet flirty.

“Is that a hint of falling in love with me?” I flirted. Keith grabbed my left hand and held it tight. I felt he was trying to say something yet he kept his reservation. Or was I the one who is falling in love and overly misconstrued?

Silence. The car whizzed through the highways with Eagles playing at the background. He was smiling. Likewise. I wonder if we were smiling for the same reasons. He took my hand, lightly kissed it and continued to hold on as he expertly maneuvered the car with the other.

Within 30 minutes, we were back in his apartment, kissing furiously. I had him before I flew off so 8 days of abstainance was certainly long. I could sense his equal longing.

I was kissing him rigorously. Profusely. And he was returning it with exact fervor. My body was now aching to have that passion and as we kissed, I could feel his beat against mine. Our lips were utterly locked and as our feelings copulated with tension, I unbuttoned him without hesitation. I wanted badly to feel the seamless body against mine.

As he kissed, he went straight down to my breast. Nibble, nibble, suck. I could feel his mouth coupling, creating the sensation. Oh, I want it more. I thrust forward. He pulled my tube down, immediately unhooked my brassiere, allowing it to carelessly drop onto the teak floor. I encouraged him to pursue and he went on to mouth me sensuously. It was good.

Keith never seized to arouse me. He took it with pride. I love this pride. As he took stock of my breast giving each a preferential treatment, I pulled his shirt down without giving much thought where it will land. Keith retaliated, he unzipped my jeans with his expert hands, just like he maneuvered his car as he maul me.

I was overcoming with pleasure by the time his lips hit my nipples. Oh, this is so good. I want more. I persuaded his hands to roam me. I want him to feel my quavering body who was hungry. I want him to know I mean business. And I want it all, now. The hands are now roaming, my back, circling, then at my buttock, circling, a tight grab, then he recklessly pulled my jeans all down.

As I softly let out a whimper, Keith has entirely peeled me off my jeans and g-sting. I was left with my tube lifted up, exposing my taut breast.

Anyone with binoculars from the same level 19th around the skyscrapers of his apartment would be able to see us making out. Keith, my exhibitionist. He is not bothered with the curtains nor is he worried if anyone is enjoying our exhibit. He is in fact proud. His pride and boldness attracts me in absolute.

“I want you,” said Keith in his husky voice, eyes looking at me with hunger. Oh, sexy, such validation of his wantonness excites me.

I coyly smiled and said, “Get here baby.”

He gently pushed me onto his black leather sofa and immediately pulled his pants down. With a push, he revealed his beautiful upright manhood in front of me. Awesome.

It was hard rock, ready for any action, pink and thick. It got me even excited at the very thought of it filling me. Oh.

Facing me, he bent towards me, spread my legs eagle wide and guided his hard dick into me. There was not any need for anymore foreplay. I was already wet, enough to ease his big shaft into my yearning warm cave, filled with honey moist.

Keith shoved himself into me. Little by little, eventually I completely took him in. Oh, such great feeling. I sighed with pleasure and was totally overtaken with the ardor.

“Ohhhhhh, Keith,” I panted. He thrust in further. I groaned louder. The hot hard rod started to move in motion, to and fro, in and out. I panted louder like a bitch in heat. I grabbed his bicep as he thrust deeper and the motion gets more intense. My wetness filled me and lubricated his rod, smoothen it, the forward and inward motion. Every thrust emanated more lustful vibe.

I groaned louder, encouraging Keith to pleasure me with his manhood. He continued the impetus shove, this time harder.

“Ah, uh, ah, uh, ah…” I continued moaning with pleasure. This time my hands grabbed his hips and guided him into my heated pussy. As he shoved harder, the wetness increased. It got wetter until I soaked Keith’s pubic.

“Baby, you are wet alright,” Keith whispered in a tantalizing smile. I returned the smile with a sexy squint. I licked my lips while feeling his hard thrust.

“Darling, give it to me more,” I hurried him. He obligated with pleasure moved on faster. My pleasure is peaking. I lifted my hips higher to get more of him. Keith let off a soft groan. He could feel all of me in him.

He pace quicken as I moved in rhythm with his rocking. My breath started to be in tandem with his. I gripped his hips and it got tensed. I tensed as I felt streaming of pleasure enveloping me, over and over and over. Pleasure after pleasure. Over and over.

I groaned louder now. The surging pleasure was mutual, we were both riding on the same wave. His thrusting became rapid and hard now while my wetness flooded everything within and beyond.

“Ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh,” I grasped with pleasure with my heart pumping in excitement. I was beginning to feel the heat from my body and Keith’s scent was all over us. Oh, such a man. I want him all. All.

With the mounting pleasure, I suddenly came. My orgasm took over and I gave a loud groan of bliss. “Darlinggggggggg, darlinggggggggg,” I pleaded.

This is so fucking good. I am still in hungry for more shoving. I closed my eyes tight and enjoy the wave of orgasm as Keith pursued on his pumping. I continued to moaned like a bitch in heat. Keith slammed his rod into my even wet pussy now. His breath was erratic and was sweating from his intense hips gyrate against mine. He started to tense and I could feel the hardness of his bicep and the steel hot rod ready to burst. Within 15 seconds of smooth yet hard shoving, he came in me.

Gently he rocked until he stopped, his body on me completely. Our sticky sweat bodies entwined. We stayed for awhile to catch our breath. As we lie, I hugged him tightly. “I feel safe in under this body,” I said to myself and smiled.

Keith got up and looked at me directly. Gave me a peck on the lips and smiled. That coyish boyish look. I gently pulled him towards me and hugged him again. Keith. allowed and reciprocated with a tight hug. 3 long seconds and he let go, stood up and pulled me up.

“Let’s get moving,” he said then slapped my buttock as I stood. I giggled and he proceeded to grabbed it hard. I yelped. I slapped his ass in returned. Without hesitation, he carried me and went towards the bathroom. All these happening with the curtains widely opened all around his apartment. I have nothing to hide. I do not mind having my body admired and I believe Keith shares the same sentiment.

We took a quick shower, dressed up and Keith sent me home.

Over the weekend, we met for supper and proceed with our lustful eacapade. Not a single time with the curtains down. This time even more obvious because it was at nightfall where every lights are up in the apartment against the contrasting dark sky. I am very sure someone would be looking and enjoying our thrill.

“Keith, have you ever wondered if anyone is peeking at us?” I asked before dozing off between his sheets on the Sunday night after our wild love making.

“Why? Are you that shy?” he asked as I could hear his smile since the lights were off.

“Noooo,” I replied. I could hear him smile in response to my answer. Silence. Silence. We dozed off eventually in that quiet cool night, me in his arms, stark naked.

The next morning, he dropped me off my office. My spirits are high. Everything is great. While I made my morning coffee, Karan came over as usual, updating me with the gossip of the day.

He gleefully and cheekily smiled at me.

“What?” I asked playfully. “What now?” I added.

“Somebody had great fun last night eh,” Karan remarked.

“Huh?” I looked puzzled at him.

“Don’t you pretend,” he sniggered and looked straight into me.

“You are supposed to give me gossip of the day Karan, not remarks, more so on me,” I said.

“Yeah, that is what I am doing, gossip of the day, Shanice had great fun last night,” he added. Something hit me hard. No. How can this world be that small?

“Tell me,” I demanded Karan. My face no longer laughing. All serious. Karan got the point and explained. Apparently, Jose, the project manager under the financial group saw me last night.

“What kind of fun to be exact Karan?” I quizzed him.

“What, don’t you know? Jose leaves in Jalan Binjai and where were you?” Karan hinted.

Great. Keith lives along Jalan Binjai but 2 blocks of apartments away from Jose’s.

“Are you saying, he is telling the whole world he saw me with an Ang Mor guy?” I tried to confirm the extend of Jose’s gossip.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha,” Karan laughed.

“Karan, this is no laughing matter okay!”

“Well, he was basically describing the entire scene he saw you and that Mat Salleh guy last night. You guys did not draw any curtains and so the whole world got to watch. That is all,” Karan explained as he laughed.

“What else… did he went into nitty details like the size of my tits and the length of my pubic?” I was starting to find it amusing and planted some sarcasm.

“Oh, yes… he was describing how you went down on him and then him on you, apparently everywhere around the apartment too. WOW!” Karan exclaimed.

“No wonder you looked so radiant today,” he added, still laughing.

I blushed. I don’t know what I ought to be doing now since the whole office should know this by now. Gosh. Caught with my pants down!

“But no sweat babes,” Karan went on, “Jose was all in awe of you and the Mat Salleh. Said you both were practically on heat. He was so turned on.” Karan laughed so loudly that I grimaced him to keep it down.

“Why? I thought it was meant to ridicule me,” I softly said yet wondered.

“You know our office, wild as the wild fire. You think anyone would think any differently about you after this? Please. We even saw Serene making out right at the corner at Sevenatenine, as in literally, taking off her panties for the guy to finger her! Of course, we were talking and talking but doesn’t make Serene any worst of a person. And you know how we all love Serene,” Karan explained.

“I love you too Shanice darling.”

“Ah, yours is just mild but interesting enough to make a gossip for the day,” he laugh heartily this time and went off to work. As he walked, he turned and said, “We love you alright. You are hot with a capital H!!!” said with a stressed on the H, winked and disappeared into the pile of work.

I shook my head. Still feeling there is some embarrassment despite Karan’s assurance. I don’t even know how to hold my head high and start walking straight across the room. Today, I must put on one of the thickest skin face to survive the day. I can’t chicken out by taking a day off either. It would even prove my cowardice. No, I must not. I just need to pretend. Like while I was working as an escort. Act.

Keith, this is all your fault… I said as I half heartedly smiled.

Party

Work has been great thus far. Everyone's splendid and cool here. Being weeks in this job, I discovered that the world I worked is actually filled with debauchery, in everyway. You name it. Of course, I am threading along the talented amongst the talented here. Creativity juice flows seamlessly in this place. So is everything else. So is everyone else.

Just last Friday, the firm held a party to celebrate the success of the Beijing Olympics advertising in Malaysia. We gorged the entire account and event this time around. The creative directors were the heroes to such monumental achievement and so the deal conceded several million dollars where it deserved an undeniable celebration.

The party was one of the best I have attended. The crazy fun party evoked a state of unquestionable euphoria.

We knocked off at 5 as usual. Arrangement was made to transport ourselves to a secluded bungalow off the city. It was somewhere deep within the woods of Damansara. I can't tell exactly where. The trip to the bungalow was tediously jam with cars of all types unswerving to head for home from the city. Stuck in an hour of traffic, Kuhan, Peter, Dian and myself were just talking gibberish to keep the spirits high.

“Shanice, you’ll love this party. I swear,” Kuhan said to me.

“Yeah, you’ll ask for more after this,” Peter affirmed and laughed. Dian was giggling approvingly.

“Hey, what’s so intriguing about this party huh? I see you guys are so excited,” I said.

“Ah, we won’t tell you much, let this be a surprise you’ll never forget,” Dian replied.

Peter laughed, shared Dian’s reaction when she attended the party last year for some another celebration.

“Yessssss, I got to admit, I was taken aback alright…” her words lingered with affirmation.

“But guys, you know right, it’s different all the time anyway, so whether we are new or we have been to one, makes no difference,” Kuhan added on. And indeed, all the talk aroused my curiosity. I am excited.

Braving through the traffic was one, finding the place was another. I was told, the venue of the party is different all the time. This is because each director took turns hosting the party, often held to their whims and fancy. Parties like these splurges by hundreds of thousands.

When Kuhan finally reached the so-called destination. I had a tinge of doubt as the gate to the bungalow looked deserted. We were surrounded with tall trees and unruly bushes. Peter steered Kuhan to turn from the main road into a narrow lane shrouded by trees.

“Are you sure Kuhan you got the right place?” asked Dian.

“It is. This is the address and I directed Kuhan as what the map says la…” Peter sounded worried.

A figure popped of nowhere between the shrubs and signaled us to move on, he motioned for the gate to open and it automatically did. Sharks, I hope this is not one of those “rumah hantu” theme party plots.

We were silent, loss in anticipation and anxiety. Kuhan drove through the drive way which lead us through rows of trees with an upward slope. For a good 100 meters finally, fairy lights illuminated the trees but we could not see ahead with a steeper slope. As we went on, the lights became brighter where colonial lamp posts proudly stood at a gap of 5 meters along the drive way. Kuhan drove very slowly. We begun to hear noises as the car drove deeper. Suddenly, the trees gave way and before us stood a big white contemporary single storey bungalow brightly lit with rows of cars belonging to our colleagues, neatly parked alongside. The caretaker signaled to an empty park. The view overlooking the suburb was breathtaking.

A bouncer stood outside the entrance of a huge oak door, the only entrance to the mansion (my definition has changed because from where I stood, it does not deserved to be a bungalow). He checked us thoroughly and was requested to show our office ID. Gosh, what is it here that security needs to be this tight?

Once cleared, the door automatically opened, greeted us with a marvel chic splendor. It was like entering a Hollywood movie shooting set where rich and famous inhabit. The entire place was lined with shiny marble floor which we mindlessly took our shoes off to place them by the huge shoe rack. No one would want to dirty this spanky white place with huge white sofas with a grand white piano at an elevated corner. Waitresses were busy serving. Fresh lilies scented the entire space and there were only few people walking around the hall. Music was blaring to its might from the outside. Instinctively, we moved towards the music.

A butler greeted and ushered us to glass sliding door on the far right of the hall. We followed and took 4 steps upwards towards the long glass door. Beyond was a huge yard filled with 56 of us. To the far right, stood a huge square pool and next to the deck, there lie a big Jacuzzi tub that could fill 10 persons.

Everyone was in their skimpiest. Ladies in their bikini tops, hot pants or short flirty skirts, guys with just their shorts. We were either lazing around on the deck chairs, chatting, BBQ-ing, munching food served on a long table next to the BBQ pit, chilling in the pool or Jacuzzi chatting with a beer in hand.

At the edge of this cool setting, lies the skyline of the suburb, twinkling from the lights of thousand homes, shops and street lights. The view was magnificent.

I changed to my bikini and joined the rest for a small dinner of chicken and salad. The night was sticky warm which made everyone sweaty as we sat by the chair and deck. The humidity made the pool and Jacuzzi the biggest treat!

The night begun with a fire dancer who danced to the upbeat music, swaying his sticks and ropes of fire at each ends. He made it into a trance like dance.

Interesting.

Right after the performance, we were separated into 5 teams. Mission was to down the fastest 3 rounds of Lemon Drops. Ok, someone is going to puke big time tonight.
Knowing us, no one left a single drop unclaimed. We were more than happy and willing to have extras if anyone was up for additional challenge of 3 or more drops.

The next game was soap suds wrestling between 2 ladies in bikinis. My first live experience of fun kinkiness (with people around). We added on the excitement with bets on the ladies. Winner to the one who strip the bikini of the opponent. Betting itself got everyone moving, cheering and yelling. The girls in the ring were a good sport. They were perpetually onto each other and yet, moved in purpose of sheer sexiness. There were lots of groping, rubbing, stroking and pulling which made everyone scream. Yes, the heat is turning on. At one point, the girl was biting on to the other girl’s bikini strings to pull off her top. More shouts came.

“Bite it off! Bite it off!” we cheekily chanted.

Needless to elaborate, the top came off and we cheered on. At this point, no one was bothered who won, because all we wanted was the bikini to come off!

As the girls wrestled on, more claps and chanting came. The guys were wolf calling and the girls were already screaming in fervor.

“Pull it off, pull it off, pull it off, pull it off,” we went. Finally after a good hustle from the girl which top has came off, the other girl went topless. We gave a loud approval of “Wooo,” clapped on for the rest to be pulled off. The bikini top was thrown at us. Some lucky fella got the top and shouted with triumph, “I’m gonna keep this forever!”

The girls wrestled on. The moment became rowdier as the aim was to now have the bottom off. My heart was beating harder too. The toxication was taking effect. 3 shots of Lemon Drops were a good definite boost to tipsiness. Everyone should be as high as I was by now coupled with the beer and cocktail sipping as we staggered
towards the young night.

The girls were playful yet intriguing enough to keep us excited. It is sexy to see 2 pretty girls with tip top physique brawling at each other, while partially covered with suds, wet all over without a top. The fact that everyone was encouraging even impelled them further to take those bottoms off. There were cheers after cheers to get the pieces off. Then finally, one managed to pull off the other and we shouted in triumph for the new exposure.

While we were busily keyed up on the first bottom off, a sudden spray of water squirting us though it was meant for the girls. Yeah, in purpose. Sexily they washed their bodies from the suds in the ring while stealthly rubbing their breasts, thighs, hair, torso as everyone looked on. The guys had their eyes prefixed on their exploit. When they realized they have garnered sufficient attention, the girls started to gently rub each other.

As they gyrated to the sensual rub, the music automatically changed to a sexy number. The girls continued on. The guys were applauding to hearten their moves. And the ladies giggled to their alluring gestures and at the same time, were admiring the bold advances of these 2 girls.

Delightfully entertaining I should say. The girls started dancing and gradually sexily swirled their bodies. As they moved their hips to the beat, they danced and entwined each other like 2 snakes on heat. Rubbing each other on the shoulders, then steadily fondled the torso as one lowered herself to the beat of the rhythm, aping the motion of a person going down. The girl underneath is called Lina.

While Lina teased Carine who was standing and swaying to the music, she sensuously slipped Carine’s bikini bottom off and threw it to a guy nearby. The guys hooted in frenzy. Now there are 2 naked girls in front of us, dancing seductively. As they moved hot against each other’s bodies, the guys around continued to cheer them on. Obviously, urging for more action.

Suddenly, there was a big bang and the huge BBQ pit caught fire. We frantically ran over to the poolside as the fire roared to an ominous height. We were worried and someone shouted to call the fire engine. The flames roared without control and spread to the entire pit. If no one were to go something about it, it would burn the yard! We could feel the heat even at a distance. In a matter of seconds then, siren was screeching with 3 firemen hurriedly rushing over.

As they were busy putting out the fire, the music got started. Hey…. What was that? It took us awhile to register. Fire, music, firemen.

Then, of no reason and to the beat of the music, all 3 firemen started dancing!!! Oh my, don’t tell me what I was thinking was what they were about to do! I started laughing, not believing this craze.

The guys started dancing to “I Believe in Miracles” (by The Ramones). Slowly and sexily. I couldn’t help but to laugh even harder to the idea. I mean, all this while, I have heard talks of such scenes but never in my wildest imagination, people do stuff like this for the heck. Now, it’s happening!

Everyone cheered realizing it was for the heck of fun and jumped in dancing to the music. We allowed the firemen space to groove their bit. And as they swayed, they stripped their suit and oh, what delicious looking bodies.

This time around, the ladies hooted like hooligans and yelled with all our might. We screamed for more. As they shred their suits, they had a wet white t-shirt underneath and trunks on. Oh, those strong hands and muscular thighs, sexy. One of the ladies went over to the fireman on the left and danced with him. Their hips were swiveling between each other and as she did that, she pulled his t-shirt off. This was followed by 2 other ladies stripping the remaining 2 firemen. Ohhh. The crowd went wild as their washboard abs were for display. It was our turn to chant, “Take it off, take it off, take it off…”

I cannot help but to scream at the insanity. This is what you call fun, coupled with a tipsy mind. The guys moved and thrust their hips forward making every woman scream louder.

Unexpectedly, Lina and Carine came forward in their naked state and gently poured warm chocolate down the 3 guys. Everyone screamed. As the melted chocolate trickled down their bodies to their toes, Lina and Carine rubbed their bodies against the men. Hot… They went on further by splattering themselves buckets of melted chocolate. Yummy, yum.

The crowd went berserk. 2 guys went over to squeeze the girls between the other men all, rocking to the rhythm of the music. As we were encouraged to join the fun, 3 more girls including me, squashed between the men and ladies, enjoying the sultry dance messed with sticky chocolate syrup around everyone.

Little by little, one of the firemen, licked the chocolate from my shoulders as we danced. Ohhhhh…. Delicious. I licked his syrup coated chest in return. As we licked on, everyone else started licking everyone’s syrup. With the state of inebriated clouding everyone there, nothing is wrong with the licking.

The fireman got hold of my ass and pulled me closer. He danced seductively to the music while grinding this solid body against mine. Yes, I could feel the heat shaping between our brushing. My body with hardly anything but my bikini and his, a mere trunk. The friction was smooth and warm since the chocolate has long mixed with water as someone was sprinkling water all around everyone who were chocolate soaked. I could still hear screams and laughter. But I was hooked to take on with this cute fireman. Well muscled built, medium Malaysian height and definitely Eurasian with a sharp nose. He has short spike hair.

Little by little, this fireman, licked the chocolate off from my shoulders as we danced. Ohhhhh… I licked his syrup coated chest in return. As we licked on, everyone else started licking everyone with syrup. With the state of inebriated clouding everyone there, nothing was wrong.

The fireman grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. He danced seductively to the music while grinding this solid body against mine. Yes, I could feel the heat shaping between our brushing. My body with hardly anything on but the bikini, his, a mere trunk. The friction was smooth and warm with chocolate mixed water as someone was sprinkling at us again. There were still screams and laughter around. But I was hooked to take on with the cute fireman.

He licked my neck again with fervor. Nice. I encouraged him on with a harder brush against his body. He pursued with the licking. I swayed against the solid body. Hmm, not an inch of fats. His lick some how was translating to sucking. Oh, hot. I wrapped my hands around him and he responded by fondling my back and ass. I could feel the steam emanating from these two hot bodies. He smelt of just chocolate. Yummy yum. I felt like biting his rock hard chest.

Suddenly, drops of rain descented on us. Tip tap tip tap. Aw, what wet blanket! While my steam was mounting and the mojo was tuning on, the hot sexy fun had to cease. The music stopped and we were ushered into the bungalow. We gave ourselves a simple rinse at the poolside shower and proceed for shelter.

Respectively, we were directed to the rooms for a warm shower. By the time we were all housed under the roof, torrential rain showered upon us, notwithstanding, a crazy thunder storm.

The fireman caught hold of my hand and pulled me over. I held on while everyone respectively head for their rooms. We pursued to mine and I was giggling still light-headed from the effects of alcohol.

Once we got to the room, I rushed towards the shower. The shower was already flowing with steamy hot water. He spontaneously undid my bikini top to release my succulent breasts. I stripped his trunk. Hmmm, remarkable. The hunk was sexily shaven.

We allowed the shower wet our hungry bodies and I tightly hugged him while he skillfully peel my bottom. Little by little it went down as I swerved my hot body against his. While the hot water acted as the only separating molecule between us, I would feel the heat nevertheless. My heart was beating fast and I could sense his excitement. His member was growing by the seconds.

He continued from where we left. I let him. I want to be pleased. He sucked my neck while tonguing it as he went along. It was arousing. As he went around my neck, my fingers were scratching his back in gentle strokes. The pressure he imposed was perfect so I left out a small whimper.

Once I had enough of him which by now he was working on my shoulders, I bit his chest. I sucked then released, then licked sexily. His dick reacted to my motion instantly. I was pleased so I continued to arouse this body. The shower was hot steaming, fogged up all glasses and mirrors around the bathroom. I went on to lick his nipples. I felt an immediate hard on. Indeed, the Midas has not loss her touch… I smiled to myself. Hmm.

He was getting worked up so he dashed to tackle my breasts. He licked them hard like two luscious ripe melon he has been hungry for a long while. I moaned. He persisted with his exploit and I relent to his wishes as I know at this stage, we are here to please each other for whatever the reason. Nothing else mattered. The hot shower continued pouring our entire bodies from head to toes and the slithering feel add to the rouse. His mouth was working furiously over my breasts and I could feel the tingling sensation of his tongue onto my nipples. Over and over again he took turns to tune my aroused nipples. They were stimulated until it turned deep pink and pouting. I was starting to get wet. The work on my breasts were pure pleasure.

His hands were roaming wantonly all over my body as he gorged my breasts. I felt he was taking this opportunity to savor my body in a different light. I loved it. I conceded him and I took the same opportunity to wander my hands around his hard body. Every curve and bulge was intoxicating. Finally I arrived at his dick.
It was hard but not enough for me. So I gently stopped and went down on him. I mouthed his semi hard dick which the hot water was gushing over my head. Slowly and gently I worked him. As I moved in light strokes, I could feel the growth at every few seconds. He softly moaned while tenderly caressing my wet hair. While the hot shower was pouring on us, the warmness was a treat to carry on. I swirled my tongue all around his erected dick and sucked his gorged head. I treated it like a big lolly, sucking off its wanton sweetness. Hmmm, the feel is so smooth and round.

Delicious. His dick retorted to my tender suck and grew harder. I wanted it to be harder. I wanted him to desire me more. This time my mouth swallowed his entire member as much as I could and very slowly, I let go of it, savoring every inch as it released. Again, I gently thrust my warm mouth, allowing my warm saliva coating every inch of his hard dick. He moaned again as he responded to my act with another throb. So much of him was inside of me now that my mouth has no more space. I was pleasantly surprised to find his dick growing by an admirable length. As I tried to push in again, again, very slowly, he pulled me up and kissed me on the lips.

We exchanged kisses, sweet, long, warm kiss. Lusciously we playfully tongued each other. I could feel my heart beating, anticipating what is to happen next. He pinned me against the wall. My hands were pinned above my head with his 2 strong hands and he started licking my earlobes. Gently and slowly, as if we have all the time in the world. I was beginning to feel the heat again. My body started to respond to this passion and I let out a little groan. I could hear him smile.

Everything was moving deliberately, he licked my neck bit by bit. Hmmm, great. Every bite brought me to a step of arousal. I love the control he imposed on me. The fact that he is pinning me down, makes me feel vulnerable yet venerable. Every bit of a man devouring me by bits aroused me further. I want to be handed.

As I felt this wanton lust, he was working my shoulder. Uhh, I am getting light headed if he continues anymore with my shoulders. He bit and released, then sucked, licked then released. It went on and on. He pulled both my hands he pinned up above my head and used a strong hand to hold me, the other hand now free to do as he pleased. Where is he heading?

He brushed his right hand on my breasts like a peace of silk waiting to be touched. As he fondled my breast, he brushed passed my nipples which stood upright. I groaned, “I want your fingers there…”

“Not yet, not yet…” he smiled. As the water seeped between our bodies, his hard member against my tummy, his hands were savoring my curves. His tongue was now busy off my shoulders, heading towards my breasts. I longed for that suck. I want it. But I know he refused to let it happen.

While he was stroking my body from my breasts, to my tummy, my waist then down to my hips, he made me feel like a true woman, sexually admired by a man. I felt sexier. Then gently, his hands moved towards my navel and then worked towards my shaven pussy. The moment he found my slit, his warm mouth was on my nipples, tenderly licking it, getting the attention they were eagerly seeking.

He slid his hand on the outer of my pussy and stroked it beautifully. I love the way he warms me up. I tried to have him let go off my hands but he refused. I relented and allowed myself to let go. Let him do me. Let the man be in control for once.

When I was ready to have his fingers, he slit his fingers and felt for my clit. Slowly, he worked his way and when he found my pleasure button, he spread my legs wider. I relented which gave him more space to maneuver. He stroked my clit little by little as the pleasure seeped into me. I could feel my wetness working its way out from my pussy. He went on with the strokes, long and steady caress stimulating and aiming to swell it. I want more. He continued with the caress and I groaned this time. Louder than the previous moans. That encouraged him on. Finally when my clit was throbbing, he gingerly slit his fingers into my very wet pussy without notice. I gasped. Oh, it was so good.

While his lips were exciting my nipples and his fingers working in my pussy, now, finger fucking it, I was moving towards the peak of pleasure. My moaning started to be frequent now. I let go soft, sexy moans. And this time I was struggling to have my hands released. He still refused. I am in a state where I want to touch him. I am so unused to the fact that I cannot react to my pleasure. I am unused to surrender.

His fingers certainly was skilled because they were hitting on every correct points. And at every stroke, I became pleasurably excited. It was awesome. Now he was sucking my nipples with pressure while his tongue was playfully electrifying my pleasure and at the same time another of his finger was stimulating my clit while the other 2 were fucking me inside out. My wetness was pouring and I just wanted it more and more. I do no want this to stop because the pleasure has grown to an intense passionate sexual plateau.

He wanted me to have it all, refusing to let go and pursued on the stimulation. As he went on, these fingers were working faster in my pussy.

I moved in rhythm to his strokes and my pleasure peaks at every thrust. It was heaven with his fingers rubbing against my perfect spot. The signs he got from the level of my wet cave were overwhelming. From this prolong and consistent thrust, he wanted me to reach the peak. I moaned louder this time and I held back several breathe just to keep it from coming. He sensually thrust the perfect angle where his fingers hit the spot while the thumb was gently rubbing the clit. I could no longer hold and bit his chest. I still wanted to break free from his clutches but he refused to let go. I had to bite him and quivered from the orgasm. He knew I was about to come since my breath was irregular and my muscles were tight all over.

“Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh,” I moaned as my teeth clinched to his chest, finally gaving in. My body gripped on to the last wave as his fingers continued with the rapid arousing strokes. He was breathing hard as well. My wetness overflowed and coated his 2 long fingers while he was still grinding my pussy. Only that this time, it was a leisure thrust than before. He had such good fingers. I came down from the pleasure throne and looked into his eyes. He has been looking at me all this while and I whispered softly in his ears while the hot shower was still gliding between us, “My turn now darling.”

His fingers were still inside of me, still very, very gently caressing my pleasure. Slowly, he released my hands, took his fingers out and licked them lustfully. My turn.

I gently pushed him to the wall, turned the shower heat a notch higher for more steam in the bath. As it then, no one could figure what was happening if they were to walk into the bathroom. The entire shower was thickly covered with hot steaming stream.

I took the soap, lather it up and worked on his body. First, I lathered the muscular torso. I ensured my lather got him on the right spots as he did to me, and then playfully I massaged his sensitive nipples. When he was all sufficiently soapy, I glided my body against his, allowing my breasts and nipples to massage him too. I savored the moment as I felt his hardness again. Finally when I was bored with the strokes, I lathered my hands with much soap I could contain and took on his dick.
Tenderly, I massaged it with the bubbles. At every stroke I pursued, his rod grew. I wanted to please him as much as he did to me so I worked on his member inexorably until it was rock hard. As I do so, I skillfully massage his balls and all around his pubic. He released a hungry groan.

Finally when I was all satisfied with the size, I took it all again, right straight into my warm moist mouth. He let out a sigh. I tried to take as much as I could and slowly I let it in and out, in and out, emulating a perfect penetration. Slowly and gently, from tip to the end, then end to the tip. Gently I worked on him. As I went on, I started to suck then gobbled all in, suck then gobble it all in again, over and over until he could no longer be any harder than he already was. I knew he could burst anytime as I felt his pre-cum in my mouth but he held on. He wanted to enjoy all the pleasure he is getting. Naughty.

As I started to move faster, he got even worked up and held my head to guide me on. I went on a quicker suck, in and out, in and out while my mouth was salivating with hunger of his beautiful hard dick. I went on and on, refusing to pause even to catch a breath. I could feel his deep breathing. His body tensed and he gave a loud groaned. Then, as I was still moving in rhythm to the pace, he released the second groan along with his entire cum gushing into my mouth. His dick was really hard and the come was forceful and thick. Nevertheless, it was sweet and milky which got me swallowing every bit of the sap.

While I enjoyed him, my mouth was still working on his dick. I refused to let go until he held my shoulder, looked down and smiled.

He gave a cute laugh, “Ohhhh, you got to stop please.”

And he continued giggling. I giggled and stopped as it was now a point where ticklish takes precedence. I hugged him and he whispered a sweet thank you in my ears as we both washed each other up, smiling and laughing to the fun we had.

We wiped each other dry, got into the robes provided and he went off for his bag of clothes he left with his friends in the other rooms. I dressed up, certainly refreshed and certainly enjoyed the short escapade.

Oh, yes, finally we exchanged names and telephone number before we parted. Hmm, a part-time social escort it seems. With the body like that, any women, old or young would dig him.

When I caught my breath over the episode, Kuhan rang my mobile to set the time to leave. We agreed to an hour’s time. At least, I have some time to catch a cat’s nap and rest over the evening’s excitement. Certainly a much needed time to unwind.

Bangkok - Part 2

My experience with Num lingered in me for quite awhile. Even as I spent, the remaining of our time gallivanting through the shopping bazaars and the likes, Num was constantly in my mind. I do not know why.

We roamed through Paragon, MBK and Emporium the following day. And as usual, I got myself heaps of stuff, 2 pairs of Jimmy Choo, a Prada tote, a sexy Blumarine blouse, many Guess tops (they are cheap in Bangkok!) and 2 pairs of tight hugging jeans, and finally a pair of short Armani denim mini skirt.

I supposed we had a great time yesterday afternoon because everyone was glowworm glowing. For this evening right after dinner, we planned for club hopping around Bangkok. That would also mean, it leaves me with no choice but to put on my new mini skirt and the Jimmy Choo I bought. Yipee.

We returned from shopping by 4pm and I immediately went to the poolside for a rest. I do not fancy overdose of air-conditioned air so I went down to the serene oasis.

I found a superb spot by the amoeba looking pool, with direct sunlight and laid my front languorously on the deck chair. I closed my eyes, with sunglasses, hair pulled back into a chic bun and had my back facing the world. I took my bikini top off as I let go my thoughts, my feelings, my sense and my entire body dissolved.

While I was enjoying the warmth and serenity for a good half an hour, someone then sat next to my deck, and next gently rubbed cool sun lotion onto my back. The hands belonged to a man. It was firm but gentle. The strokes were familiar. I do not know the reason for not turning around to see who the person was because I just allowed it to go on.

Since slapping sun lotion does not take time, in a mere 2 minutes the hands stopped. But certainly I was nicely greased. Once the hands were done, he whispered into my ears in Thai accent, “Shanice, good afternoon.”

I smiled to the voice that belonged to a sweet man I had a good time yesterday evening. The man who pleased me like no other man. I could hear him shuffled and he laid next to my deck. But I knew, he would be under the parasol. I heart skipped with excitement because I longed to see Num.

While I basked, my thought wondered on Num’s presence. How did he know I was putting up at The Oriental? How did he even know I was at the pool side? Ah, bother not and I shall get answers later. Let me allow my body absorb the beautiful warm ray. I yearn to radiate tonight. Certainly, Num will be my partner. Can’t believe I am stating the obvious.

We ate by the Chao Phraya at The Oriental. The dusk sky illuminated a dark blue hue over a clear evening. The perfect weather billowed us with the warm breeze caressing the eight of us. I never had a good look of the other boys but hey now that I take noticed, they were good looking in their own ways. Why don’t I see such hunks in KL?

Num was seated in front of me and as I gazed at this very handsome man, I can’t help but admire him. He is the sort of guy which has the looks that keeps you looking. And the more you look, the more you admire him. He is almost perfect. I guess, I have said this many times, haven’t I? But while I munched my salad, I am able to see Num as a person than just a guy whom I met at the spa, with clothes on, his ways, his manners, his character, in short, him as a real person out here. I am actually curious what lies beneath this hunk. As I looked, I come to realized, finally, he resembles Daniel Wu at certain angle, and at some, Utt, the VJ. Am I dreaming? I smiled to myself.

“What are you smiling?” Num asked me in perfect English, obvious to my glare of admire and consequent secret smile.

“At you, what else,” I said as a matter of fact, teasing and looked straight into his eyes.

He shook his head, smiled and continued his food. Num could never look straight into my eyes. Did I say, he is such a hunk? I wanted to stretch to touch his face, I wanted to caress that cheek even as I am here, having my dinner. Even with a simple jeans and plain bluish and light pinkish stripped shirt, he looks delectable. If he is my boyfriend back in Malaysia, for once I believe, I would be worried over the attention he sought from vicious women like me. Oh, dangerous.

I knew the girls realized the magnitude of chemistry enveloping us. And I was sure, they knew the coy flirting has something to do with yesterday behind the scenes. Let them wonder. Let me enjoy myself with this magnificent creature.

After dinner, we got on a huge boat that sailed along the Chao Phraya. The boat has an opulent interior and we were each usher into a big cabin. The entire interior was lavishly designed in wheat white colonial theme scented with fresh lilies emanating the air. The cabin we entired overlooking the river, set with a lovely armchair and next to it, a huge beige suave sofa.

Immediately we got into the cabin, I went over to Num and hugged him tightly. The moment took us away. As the seconds melted, I felt Num’s uptight hug changed towards a tender embrace. He squeezed me harder and I could feel emotion. We were silent and did nothing for the next long 5 minutes but stood there embraced in each other’s arms. His scent, Calvin Klein felt comforting and the beat of his heart made him the human he is. My breathing became deeper at every exhalation. His as well.

As we realized our over powering emotion, we felt a little embarrass and gently let go of our grip. I looked down and he looked away but gently pulled me towards the arm chair. He laid on the arm chair and I laid my back onto his strong chest. He smelt my hair and hugged me as we sat there, together, in that embrace for a long, long time and just, watched the world go by.

Of a sudden, something stole our attention. A lovely song started playing against the background of our cabin and it was audible enough to pulsate emotion. Num pulled me and we danced to the song. My face rested on his chest and his strong hands, hugging me as we unhurriedly swayed to the music. As if the world is everything to us. I hear his thumping heart and I feel his warmth. Everything about him was comforting and secure. These strong embrace, this chest, this scent, this warmth, this person. I do not want to let this go. I do not want this to end.

At the end of the dance, he kissed my hands but still unwilling to look me in the eyes. I touched his striking face. I caressed his slender cheeks and still looking hard into his face with much emotion.

“Num,” I gently called him out in a whisper.

He looked into my face. Finally.

“Can you kiss me?” I politely requested.

He gave me his ultra sexy look, eyes slanted, smoldering hot. He did not smile this time but looked at me with much sentiment. I cannot help but smiled at him with passion to encourage the kiss. Oh, he is so good looking. Luscious. His face was glowing with obvious rosy cheeks and rose buds red lips. I want him. He passionately stared at me. I stared back now. As we looked on, I felt my legs we going soft from the locked gaze. Oh my.

Finally, he kissed me. I stopped breathing. It was the sweetest kiss I ever had. And slowly, we kissed on and on and on, like two very hungry being that has been in lust of each other for a long time. We kissed in hunger and passion. I never felt this way before. As we kissed on, I was breathing very hard and my heart was thumping in excitement. Num, what have you done to me?

I felt flushed at every kiss and suck and tongue. I just wanted more and more. He responded in the same fervor and I could discern to it. We kissed so much until we were both out of breath. And finally, mutually we stopped to catch the loss breath.

The very moment we broke I felt embarrassed again thus looked down. Num pulled me into him and we hugged again. This time, it felt like forever as I closed my eyes just to feel this great body against mine. He kissed my head and continued to embrace me. Eagle’s “Love Will Keep Us Alive” was playing. Perfect. Everything is just so perfect. We started to sway to the music as I listened to every bit and word of the song.

I was standing
All alone against the world outside
You were searching
For a place to hide

Lost and lonely
Now you’ve given me the will to survive
When we’re hungry...love will keep us alive

Don’t you worry
Sometimes you’ve just gotta let it ride
The world is changing
Right before your eyes
Now I’ve found you
There’s no more emptiness inside
When we’re hungry...love will keep us alive

I would die for you
Climb the highest mountain
Baby, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do

I was standing
All alone against the world outside
You were searching
For a place to hide
Lost and lonely
Now you’ve given me the will to survive
When we’re hungry...love will keep us alive

Am I falling in love? Is Shanice finally falling in love?

Bangkok - Part 1

I had a week long break before I started my new job. We booked a flight to Bangkok since there was nothing to do in KL besides clubbing and getting wasted. I have heard from my girlfriends that Bangkok awaits even ladies. That got me interested. The 4 of us, Lynette, Justine, Wei and I, jumped on the earliest flight to BKK a day after we met in Poppy.

This trip was aimed for a frolic time in The Land of Smile since it was known as a thrive haven for vices of all sorts. That excites me. What has Thailand got for women? Let me say, the stories we heard were not only for men. You take your guess...

You may wonder how could 4 Malaysian ladies equip such guts to elope for an adventure to a country where we would be running on a high risk of becoming sexual victims. Ah, just our luck, Wei is half Thai. Her mother is Thai and father Malaysian. She has spent her entire growing years in Thailand, born and bred. Because she was considered from the higher echelon with her father running a sugar empire in Thailand, she has been exposed sufficiently given her promiscuous nature. Wei will be our tour guide. I became Wei’s friend from my days in escorting as she was one of the few Asian girls under the same boss. We bonded because of our similar character and interest, also in a way, we were the very few Asian girls working for the fun of sexual excitement.

Lynette was my long time childhood friend who has been a rumpus brat ever since our teenage years. We clicked because of the daring escapade we often embarked in our growing years. Oh, my mum especially hated the “negative” influence she had on me, which includes, frequenting the clubs and flirting with the many boys when studying was supposed to be the priority.

And Justine. She is Lynette’s friend at work, now partner in crime while I was away from KL, busying with my “higher” education that made my parents oh-so-proud. Urgh. I am not disputing education does promise some sort of life security, somehow or rather, but my ‘urgh’ was meant to define the lackluster of the entire education system.

Arriving in Bangkok, Wei weaved us through the bustling airport towards the limousine service. The Mercedes driver got instruction from Wei in Thai. Our journey to the ‘unknown’ so to speak has begun...

The drive to The Oriental was pleasant given Bangkok traffic standards. Apparently we got on to non peak hours through Bangkok. No one in the right frame would want to be caught in Bangkok traffic. I reminisced my last trip to Bangkok 2 years ago with an Australian tycoon. We spent a horrid 50 minutes jam just to get around the corner of 300 meters. But if anyone would have had the courtesy to tell us the distance of stone’s throw, I would have walked the streets.

We checked in and got our self refreshed by 4pm. Wei arranged for a hotel limo to a spa centre. I was told this special spa has services for men, women or both. Now, that got me wondering how possibly it could be.

The route to this particular spa was beyond my memory as we whizzed past the city, then suburb, then some nook and then some corners and finally, over some narrow lanes. The limo drove into a huge open garage filled with luxury cars. It easily parked 30 vehicles.

Once it halted, we were greeted by a very young pretty lady in traditional Thai costume.

“Sawadeka,” she welcomed her with a wai.

We returned the wai. She showed us the way to a tinted sliding door situated in front of our limo. A gush of cool air enveloped us as we walked through a soft yellow radiant corridor with sounds of Thai chimes, bells and drums softly droning the entire space. It calmed the soul. As we walked several pace, there were more light. The hostess lead the way throughout a walk of glass corridor overlooking a beautiful Thai garden filled with tropical plants, ponds and waterfall as the backdrop to the left and right. As we turned right, a big door greeted us. She opened the door and we were greeted by 4 good looking Thai young men in sleeveless loose white cotton shirt and traditional Thai sarong. Each reached out to us and greeted in unison, “Sawadeekap.” The room was lavishly decorated with comfy sofas backed by a 180 degree surrounding glass wall overlooking the endless garden.

The guy I got name Num. About 5’9, slender physique, strong hands and well proportionate biceps to go with. He has strong sharp Thai features and is fair by Asian standards. He has a cut of utterly short crew ala the GI Joes. I immediately took a liking for Num.

Wei winked with a twinkle in her eyes, “Have a nice time girls and I’ll see you about 7.30 back here.” She eagerly put her hands on the arms of her “guy” and walked off, leaving us a moment of loss. I was loss.

Num bowed and asked in English accented Thai, “Miss, care to follow me or you would want to enjoy the time here instead. Until you are ready, I’ll bring you to your chamber.”

Chamber? The word intrigued me.

“I will follow you now and please, call me Shanice,” I politely answered.

“OK Miss Shanice, let me lead you,” he replied politely.

“Shanice will do Num,” I smiled softly. He was an angel.

“As you wish Shanice,” he bowed again and I held my hand on his right arm. If only all men are of such nature, I will be the Queen of men. I would have 30 husbands to bed with every other day. Sex would be beyond awesome.

We walked through another corridor which still overlooks the endless garden and finally came to the “chamber.” Num pushed open the door and I was ushered into a huge suite with a bubbling Jacuzzi fit for 4 which overlooks the entire garden. The suite was half covered with glass from ceiling top to the floor overlooking the lovely Thai garden while the rest of the walls are lined with mirrors and draped with lavish curtains. Everything in this space was opulent.

Num gently pulled me to a corner where a divider is stalled for undressing. He undressed me. But it did not feel awkward as everything happened naturally. He stripped me while gently pulled my panties down and unhooked my bra with utter delicate fingers. He immediately covered me with a satin robe with a look of concern and care. Num has certainly done this many times as he expertly hung my under garments tidily over the satin hangers while I tied my hair into a bun. He waited till I was ready over the suite and greeted me with Thai warmness.

As I walked to him, he led me towards a platform on the right of the room where a firm mattress was comfortably laid. He swiftly drawn ¾ of curtain down from the glass walls overlooking the garden, making the room ambience a restful corner to relax on a quiet afternoon. As I kneel to lie on the mattress he cleverly disrobed me. I laid on my front, leaving my entire back exposed. Num skillfully covered me with a layer of white cozy towel and prepared me for the massage. I closed my eyes and I could hear the soft clanking of oil and herbs Num busily prepared. My thoughts were empty and finally, I hear a sweet bell ringing in my ears to denote the start of my massage.

Num strong hands started from the base. From my foot, he worked on the precise points which relaxed me. If I could groan with pleasure, I would. Slowly, he worked upward towards my calf. It was sensational. My body started to respond to every touch he made and I let go every touch me compelled on me. I demanded for more. By the time he reached my inner thighs from the back, I felt a little worked up. Not for the pain but sensation. I let myself enjoy the sensual rub. As it went on to my bottom, I could feel my feeling increase with every stroke he posed. Until he came to my back, I could hear his soft heavy breathing as he pushed firmly at every right stroke on my tired muscles.

Num softly spoke, knowing I was not asleep, “Shanice, you have a good body and your muscles are in good form.” Speaking with compliment.

“Hmm, really? Thank you Num,” I softly murmured in reply and drifted back to enjoy his touch.

He worked on my upper back pressuring on points where I felt a degree of fatigue earlier. His gentle yet firm touch worked on the muscles over and over until all sores and fatigue dissipated from my back. Ohhh. The massage emanated lavender all over. Hmm, lovely.

When he reached my shoulders, I gave a little groan. These pair of hands were perfect as he massaged my stiff shoulders.

“You have been working very hard” he exclaimed tenderly.

“Um hm,” I answered with more tenderness now. I wanted these perfect hands to roam all over me. The touch is awesome.

I could hear his smile as he said very softly to my ears, “Then I hope I have eased some tense here.”

With my eyes close, I nodded slowly. I wanted more. Once he was done with my shoulders from the back, I know it was time to turn over. I flipped over still with my eyes close but I stole a glance of Num. Gosh, he was massaging me without a shirt all this time with a perfect lean torso and really strong arms. Even with my half closed eyes, I could make out the 6 pack abs and those ultra sexy strong hands. I started to feel sexy. So, this is what it is all about I said to myself. Great.

He took a cool eye pack to cover my eyes. Then again, Num started working from the bottom of my feet. Gently he massaged my toes and top of my legs. It was fabulous. As he pushed forward towards my shin, I could not wait for him to reach my thighs. I anticipated for his touch there. Gently and slowly he arrive the much waited area. His first few strokes aroused me. And as he pursued on with the firm strokes, I was awaken with arousal. I allow myself a very soft moan, just, to let Num know I am enjoying his touch there. Num seemed to take note because he spent extra time engaging his touch over my thighs in various strokes and motion. Every press aroused me further. I am indeed starting to look forward for more of Num’s service. I wonder what else is in store for me. He brushed past my lightly covered pubic. I liked that and he carried on with the navel massage in placid motion. Oh, sensual. Gradually, he covered the towel over my lower abdomen to keep it warm and proceeded to my upper body.

As he reached my breasts, I knew I took a deep breath and exhaled a deep breath in return. Num was very aware of the state of my senses. He took me on with very gentle strokes around my breasts, never once touched my nipples which were standing upright. I could feel Num’s breath too. It was getting heavier than it should be. The moment between us was silent sexual chemistry at work. I knew he was pleased with what he was working on and my body language told him the feeling was mutual.

He proceeded professionally to work on my shoulders. This time I could smell his scent. A mixed of Eternity of Calvin Klein and heat from his body. Hmm, nice. Scent of a man. My breathing was deep at that time. I have totally surrendered my body for Num to work pleasure onto me.

Finally, he was massaging my face with delicate strokes and I could sense he was admiring my facial structure.

“May I compliment you for your beauty?” he softly whispered.

“Thank you Num, you are not bad yourself,” I returned the compliment in murmurs.

I heard his smile and he sounded very pleased, “Oh, thank you Miss.”

“Shanice please Num. Please call me Shanice,” I begged in a whisper.

“Oh sorry. I will,” he apologetically answered and carried on with the massage.

Once he was done, I was requested to lie on an extremely comfy reclining arm chair next to the firm mattress. I was aware of the faint bubbling sound of the Jacuzzi and Thai instrumental music at the background. This is paradise. As I slowly got up, Num covered me with the satin robe again and moved towards the chair. I positioned myself on the arm chair as told while Num washed his hands and prepared for the next treatment.

With my robe on, Num gently took my legs and spread them apart, allowing them to spread wide eagle on the arm rest on each sides. I closed my eyes again and totally surrender to Num’s service. He could see everything of me now but I knew more of pleasure is to come so I totally gave in and closed my eyes in anticipation. A thick warm liquid draped over my pubic while Num slapped the warm glop all over my entire labia with a soft ticklish brush. Ohhh, it is such an aroused feeling. While waiting for it to dry, he came over behind me, undo my bun, release my hair from knot and started massaging my head in strong yet sensuous strokes. I whimpered very softly and exhaled deeply again. After a few minutes of head therapy, I felt light headed. Num proceeded with a hot piece of cloth to wipe off the wax from my pussy in gentle and arousing strokes. I got aroused and I was sure Num noticed my reddening pussy since all hair is removed. As he cleaned everything off and extremely gentle, wiped the corners and folds of vagina, I am sure he noticed the growing clit along with my deep breathing.

Once he was done, he came to my ears and whispered very softly if I wanted more of pleasure or I wish to soak in the Jacuzzi with him.

This is heaven with a capital H.

“I want more Num,” I now purred like a cat as I opened and looked into his eyes.

“More of everything Shanice?” he asked teasingly as I sensed his hard breathing.

“Yesssss please,” I answered and smiled with tenderness.

“Your wish,” he answered with sexy pleasure and went at front of me, still shirtless with his sarong on. He loosens the sash that kept the robe together to reveal my taut 36B and the front of my body. The satin robe was opened but loosely worn around my shoulders. He went on his knees to face my pussy and gently, he rubbed his lips against my soft shaven pussy. I moaned in ecstasy. He pursued on the soft playful lip rub until I could no longer wait that I spread my legs even wider and shoved my hips forward.

I pushed my pussy into his face little by little. Num got the hint and he tongued me using the tip and onto my already swollen clit. I gave a long soft moan. He was encouraged so he tenderly used his other fingers to passionately chafe my labia, never once putting any effort to insert anything into my pussy. This got me even more excited because I wanted more than just this. Num certainly knows how to please a woman.

As he licked my clit, the entire tongue eventually licked my entire swollen clit. As he moved up and down with the perfect right pressure, I knew my wetness would have seeped out of my love cave. Num would have noticed it oozing. I moaned loader now and felt totally uninhibited.

“Oh…. Oh…. Oh…” I moaned as he tenderly licked with perfect timing. My urge was building by multifold. Just as I reached the peak of my horniness, Num dipped a medium dildo into my pussy.

“OHHHHHH,” I immediately gasped. The dildo had a swirling function as Num dived it deeper into my cave. I was definitely in heaven. My breathing was much harder and I was filled with nothing but pleasure. Pure sexual pleasure from his beautiful man who knows perfectly what to do with me. As he moved the dildo in and out, the toy massaged my G-spot while the swirl massaged my entire passage.

“Oh…. Oh…. Oh….” I continued moaning in rhythm to Num’s strokes. I refused to succumb to orgasm because it was just so good. I pushed myself further to enjoy the sensation and held back from coming. My breath was certainly hard and my heart was racing to the sexual pleasure it was emitting. I want this forever. My body was starting to heat up as I started feeling very hot all over. My hands automatically played with my nipples. My, the pleasure was electrifying. I was sure, my wetness coated the entire dildo by now but Num never once allowed that to stop. He carried on with the tonguing and the dildo work going in and out gently but now faster. Long gentle firm strokes. The buzzing of the dildo became louder as Num turned the speed a notch faster. Ohhhhhhhhh, this is utmost sexual sensation.

I started to feel my body quiver and I came. My could feel the gushing of my juices yet Num continued with the ecstatic cunnilingus. I moaned loudly at every exhale.

“OH…. OH…. OH…. OHHHH…. OH… OH,” as I orgasmed. Num refused to stop. And I allowed him on. Yes. Yes. As I quivered more and more and more. Subsequently the palpitation subsided, the dildo ceased it buzzing but his lick continued. It however has become very gentle and soft. Just a light massage of the throbbing clit. Num seemed to go on forever tonguing me.

“Num, are you tired?” I asked softly.

“Not for you Shanice,” he stopped for a moment to answer me in soft polite tone and gently continued. This guy certainly knows how to please.

“No Num, please stop, come here please,” I softly instructed.

“Shanice, please, have it one more time, I know you can….and then you can do what ever else you wish…” his words trailed off and he continued with the soft lick as his gentle eyes stared at me. I smiled and moaned again as my urge started to peak. I have never been pleased by a man to such extreme.

Num started to lick all over my pussy now. Oh, that got me worked up again as his strong hands caressed my thighs and navel. The feeling was even tender now. I could fall in love with Num. I wanted his man. No matter what it cost. I just wanted him.

As he licked all around my wet pussy which heightened my sexual urge, I demanded him to have sexual intercourse with me. He smiled and slowly moved upwards to lick me. Gradually, he licked my belly as his skillful hands rubbed my legs and thighs. As he moved upwards, his hands started to caress my breast, and little by little as he tongued my body, his hands worked towards rousing my nipples which stood erected. When his handsome face reached my breasts, gently Num gnawed my breasts with perfect tenderness while his hands worked beautifully to fondle my arms and body.

“Hmmm….” I let out an approved moan. Over and again, I encouraged Num. I could feel the passion emitting between us. The heat is certainly building as I pulled the robe off to completely be naked in front of this perfect man. I wanted him to desire me as much as I desire him. And, I know, this body is capable of doing that. I don’t care who is the one to be served.

He went on to lick my nipples. Gently on the two aroused buttons. He circled his tongue then licked it upwards firmly then downwards firmly. He went on a few times, taking all the time he needed, he then sucked the entire areola while the tip of his tongue playfully caressed my nipple tip.

Ohhhhhh, I worship his skills. I am beginning to worship him. Finally, I stopped him and looked at his flushed face. He was also enjoying himself as I could see from his obvious stimulated dick over the sarong. It has erected. He looked at me sexily. And I stared back at this handsome face and perfect physique. I reminded myself that this is a guy who has been giving me undying pleasure and yet he is so physically flawless. I pulled his sarong loose and it fell over his knees, revealing a well endowed dick too. Comparatively, he could give Shah a tough fight. I was certain it is a hard, big, long 9’ rod. I lusted for it immediately. I certainly wanted this seamless being in me. I want to feel him inside of me.

“Lie down Num,” I commanded gently. He did as I told while I got off the chair. Even his gesture of lying down was oozing with sexiness. Oh, if only all men were made to be like him. He is sexy from head to toe. As his head rested on the headrest, I climbed on him, and bended forward so it was my turn to give him a good blow.

No man in this world would deny a blow. I started to rub my lips against his erected dick just as he did to me earlier. It smelt good. I love it. As I rub, I massaged his strong thighs. It is indeed my turn to feel him all over. Num is starting to breathe harder. Gently, I rub it with my lips, over and around, up and down while enjoying the size. I know it got him even more excited. His dick grew harder. Ah. He closed his eyes. It is his turn now to let go.

Finally, my lips parted and took the entire 9’ deep into my warm mouth. Num gave a long, hard moan of pleasure. I could see the deep exhalation from his 6 pack. Sexy. Slowly, I pulled out without missing every cell of his dick and as my tongue wrapped itself around the gorged dick. Again, slowly, I dipped deep into him. His huge dick filled my entire mouth and there is no space for anything else but pleasure. I continued, slowly again, I released his dick, ensuring every single motion is felt. It makes me wetter when Num deeply groaned and I could feel his dick throbbing from the pleasure I was giving in my mouth. I went on with it for a long 5 minutes. I believe the skills I acquired throughout the 3 years did pay off. But I am still trying to match Num’s undeniably superb pleasing skills.

His turned on look was even sexier with his eyes even slanted and flushed face. His lips are all deliciously red like a women on heat. He is so beautiful. Num finally looked over at me with that sexy eyes and said softly, “Shaniceeeeee, ohhhhh, Shanice.”

I climbed onto him now, pushing his face straight to my breast as I lowered myself down into him. God, the perfect 9’ very hard rod filled my entire moist cave, leaving me nothing. I moaned loudly as I lowered myself very slowly, savoring him every second it gets deeper. He is just so big. Even as it filled me, I desired him with horny wetness. I have an ultimate wetness to grease him up. Until finally I took him all in, I gyrated my hips upwards and downwards slowly with his pleasure tool.

“Oh…. Oh…. Oh…. Oh….” I moaned as I enjoy him. Num was breathing hard and he was giving my breast soft bites as he hugged me as I moved. Our bodies were one now, together sweating. The heat our bodies aroused me further. The strong muscled arms around me aroused me on. I continued with the movement while my wetness persisted on lubricating the friction. Oh my. Oh my.

With his fullness taking every part of my love cave, my urge surged by seconds.

“Ohhhh Num, ohhhhh Num, ohhhhhh Num,” I groaned. I hugged him tightly. Ever so tightly and my movement started to move faster at every thrust. This is so good. Num was moaning softly too and I could feel his rod rock hard. His grip on me got tensed and he was breathing very hard. As we both knew the rule of the game, as much as I yearned to kiss him at this point, we abstained from doing that. If I were to do that, I think I would come that very instance.

Num was very turned on as he carried me up. I wrapped my legs around him and my hands hugged him tightly never wanting to let go of this intense pleasure. He carried and pushed me towards a mirrored wall and, he fucked me standing. He thrust hard, real hard as I held on to him. My legs were still strongly wrapped around his strong hips as he pumped into my extremely wet pussy. Our whole bodies were drenched with sex. Sweat mixed with juices, saliva and sexual scent. Oh. He pumped into me hard, hard and harder strokes while it massaged the G-spot at every point. I felt a point of pleasure beyond pleasure, I wanted to burst as I gripped him harder than ever and I hungrily whispered, “Num, please, do not stop, please!”

He went on the thrust hard in and out, filling me with the huge dick until I squeezed him hard. I could no longer retain the suppressed pleasure and finally, I let it all go. I came very long and hard.

“ARGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH,” I gave a loud groan. Num went on and on and on and to my surprised, I caught on the wave of pleasure one more time. I was gyrating my hips in rhythm to Num’s heavy push. Every dive aroused me a multifold times. Again and again Num fucked me with his really strong, hard rod. I love this perfect friction.

With all the accumulated sensation he pushed through my cave, I finally, reached my peak and released the pleasure of 3rd orgasm.

I panted like a bitch on heat. My pussy was quivering with orgasm with Num still continued the hard diving in and out, in and out. Then, Num became very tense and pumped really hard. Num came. “Uhhhhhhhh,” he softly groaned as he released.

He was still carrying me and we clutched on to each other for a few moment as he gently rocked his rod in my swollen and worked up pussy. Still capturing the moment of ecstasy we gave each other, I could feel the pleasure in the air. I guessed we did not expect this to happen.

Once we realized we were interlocked in each other’s arms and returned to reality, Num shyly carried me back to the chair and gently released me from his strong grip. I let go my wrap. I looked at Num in his eyes and he stared back, recollecting the mutual pleasure we both shared a moment ago.

Finally, Num suggested, “Let’s get into the Jacuzzi Shanice.” And he playfully carried me into the pool. For once, I felt like a princess carried by a man in shining armor. We both smiled at each other and continued enjoying each other’s company in the Jacuzzi. In the warm bubbles, he massaged my shoulders again and in return, I massaged him.

I felt we were two loss lovers after the affair and as I met the girls at the living room after the great escapade, my wish of wanting to return for Num’s company was undeniably obvious. I had a splendid time. In fact, splendid is an understatement. A fantastic, awesome sex time I dare say. Or rather, I had a fucking hellava time with one of a kind guy any women would ever dream to meet. I still yearn for more. Let me tell you later what happened next…

A Different Light

Finally, I am gone. The last day of my week in the sordid company was a great feeling. Thank God.

A few younger colleagues celebrated my farewell in a karaoke. Even though it was not my cup of tea but the gesture of farewell was heart felt. Right after karaoke at 12am, I refuse to call it a day, instead went off to join my girlfriends in a club in the city. If you have been to Jalan P. Ramlee, you will know the magnitude of sizzling vibrancy this place commands, with of course, the various ‘sorts’ of night life.

The girls were there an hour earlier and apparently, have started their drinking galore. So, they were climbing the stage of alcohol indulgence. I miss them since I have been nothing more than a pathetic without choice hermit for the past 3 months, ever since work peaked at its mountainous load.

My late arrival stirred attention since the place was packed with discernable queue comprising of city wannabes, slickers and the cools, while I, yours truly, strutted into Poppy like a celebrity. Ian (my girlfriend’s sugar boy was one of the owners) arranged his bouncers to look out for my arrival.

As usual, I took pride and uncontested effort dressing up for party popping sessions. I put on a figure hugging black halter ultra short dress from Giorgio which cuts right through my cleavage ending at the centre of my torso, leaving every bit of my cleavage to flaunt. Thank goodness, I still had a 34 taut ass and firm 36B tits despite the lack of exercise. Of course, adding on to the provocative, attention seeking dress up, I sling my favorite Manolos – a pair of 3 ½ inch black stilettos, let down my sleek long jet black hair and painted a full face of make up along with a sexy pouting glossy lips and shunning smoky coal big eyes. Oblivious of the long queue while I strutted in with Mike, the bouncer who escorted me to my friends, I was sure I got all the attention every female crave to have at that time.

I was gleefully reminded the purpose the night, to mark a celebration of freedom from the chains of orthodoxism (if ever there is such a word) and to mark a new beginning of my career. I do not know how many times we cheered to this. I just loss all count as we gulped to the myriad margaritas.

As we sipped, I noticed several glances of a Mat Salleh dude at the right corner where we were lounging. Lynette nudged me on the stolen glances he was giving ever since I arrived. I pretended not to notice.

Until I was tipsy enough, I returned the glance. Under the club’s faint lights, he was a very good looking Mat Salleh with ash burn short crop hair, deep set eyes and striking feature. He was easily 6’ and indeed a commendable physique with a slice of boyish rugged look. As he glanced over to state the obvious attention he has on me, I returned the glance with an attitude. Why make myself interested and available?

The music was good so as soon as my system absorbed the alcohol and lighten the entire mood, I started swaying to the music. Slowly I moved, eventually sexily. It was great. The Mat Salleh was still looking at me. This time he got bolder. He stood at the same corner with his bunch of friends and looked directly at me.

I returned the look while dancing. Finally, our gaze locked. I refused to let go and he battled on. For the split 3 minutes, our gaze seemed to be building a circuit of connection, as I was dancing to the beat. Somehow in that interim, I was mesmerized by his eyes. Despite the dimness, I could make out the depth of those eyes. He was able to tell his soul through it. And from where we both were, there were certainly chemistry.

I then broke it, suddenly turned and walked off. I headed towards the toilet, which was an obvious excuse. Anymore of it, I might lose all control. His gaze was overpowering.

As usual in the toilet, there were girls everywhere. Queuing to pee, sitting on the sink and bitching with their friends, making up their faces, putting on the ceased lipstick, correcting what which is not right, pulling the blouse lower to reveal more while some at the far background were puking their hearts out from the cubicles.

I peed and went out into the dimness again. As I strutted a few steps, someone said, “Hi there.”

I turned. It was him. I smiled and replied, “Hi there to you too.”

“Say, can I know you?” he asked.

“Sure,” I coolly answered.

He extended his right hand and said, “Keith”

“Shanice”

“I can’t help but to look at you, and I’m sorry if I over did there,” said in perfect American accent.

I smiled and nodded. I was flabbergasted over this amazing good looking hunk. Throughout my time in Australia working with various Caucasian men, not a soul was near his good looks. He could easily be mistaken for a model or actor. I was checking every bit of him out that subsequent words can’t seem to form.

“Yes, you over did it,” I answered with a smile.

“Sorry,” he gave an apologetic look. I had to forgive him. It was one of the most sincere apology I have seen.

“That’s it?” I asked, daring him on.

His turn to smile, “Good then, because this gives me a reason to buy you a drink.”

“Sex on the Beach,” I answered without a blink and stared at him confidently now.

We talked for awhile by the bar. Once in awhile, my girlfriends past by with winks of envy. Keith seemed a nice guy. But hey, all guys are nice on first impression. That is the game we human endeavor.

Later we exchanged numbers but I refused to be anymore personal with Keith no doubt I yearn to dwell further with this take-away-my-breath hunk. No, not that I am tired of men nor am I weary from sex. There is something about this person that told me that I should take this very slowly. Besides, I no longer am in fantasy as I was in Australia. Life has just begun in Kuala Lumpur and I am indeed in reality.

My first day at work was superb. I am happy. In fact, I have not shared that I am attached to an advertising company. The vibe here is what I need. Splendid. As usual, I was introduced to everyone. The office is nothing of conventional, it amplified the splendor of luxury and chicness all throughout the office ambience. I love this place.

My boss, Sheila is a great looking girl herself. I was briefed of my job and the culture of the company so I would be able to blend in.

The other cool thing about my new office is its bar! The bartender apparently only starts working after 5pm till midnight according to Sheila. Drinks are on the house until one gets pissed. But the office strictly adheres to no-liquor policy during office hours. Oh!

I just reached home at 8pm today, having braved through the maddening Friday jam in the city. While in the jam, my thoughts went to the time I had with Jerry and Nancy.

Jerry and Nancy was an odd couple. Considering that I have met folks of all sorts in the capacity of my job then, they were indeed very different. Firstly, Jerry and Nancy are Asians, from Singapore apparently. Both have been married for 30 years, which makes them about 55 years old.

Easily, both could be my mother and father. However said, these 2 persons have opened another door to a dissimilar lifestyle I have thus far been depicted. And indeed, my first meeting changed the entire way I look at people and life in general.

Jerry hired me. So I was sent over to meet them in a hotel in Melbourne city. When I rang the door bell, Nancy opened the door. I was not told about another person. She ushered me in and there was Jerry lying on the bed with just jeans watching the tally. Melbourne Cup was on at that time.

I was greeted by Jerry who then introduced Nancy as his wife. She went to the bathroom to change. Jerry took the chance to explain what I was to do and gave very specific instructions. I certainly understood him clearly but this was the first time in my then 7 months of escorting that I was requested for such a service.

My heart skipped several beats when I heard what was expected of me. But I was calm enough to go through this. I sat back and did what I was paid to do.

Nancy appeared from the bathroom in a fire red gutter belt and matching fishnet stockings. She also had a bustier on. But hers was special because the bustier does not cover her breasts but uplift it from under. I could see her protruding firm breasts and light brown erected nipples. She was wearing matching red heels with no panties on however. Much to me surprise, Nancy was shaven which brought my curiousity towards her pussy. I was rather speechless no doubt but I did give additional attention to it. All my life I have not seen a mature women’s other than those pasted in the internet. Indeed hers was fine looking just as any other young ladies if you are wondering.

I should describe Nancy looking like most 55 year old Chinese ladies. She is slim for her age but obviously, has aged. There are sights of orange peels and cellulites on her thighs coupled with a pouch looking tummy. Her breast is not as fabulous looking like any young females but it is big enough to take notice, at least a 38D. Nevertheless, Nancy has very nice, milky flawless skin and complexion, and something else worth mentioning, a still small 26’ waist. At this point, she let go off her burgundy brown hair which was sophisticatedly blown into big lovely curls that bounces as she walks. I gathered Nancy was a fine looking lady during her heydays.

“Come here sexy,” said Jerry to Nancy. As he said that, I started my work.

Nancy walked over with a very provocative strut. And as she did so, Jerry turned the TV to pornography.

Ohhhh, my heart was starting to beat faster. I stripped to my G-Strings and bra, sat at the corner where the hotel had a sofa chair facing the bed.

She came near Jerry and unzipped his fly. He was half erected so Nancy went straight to gently pulling it out from the jeans. She looked at him sexily and he smiled at her in lust. Slowly, she bent forward while her rear facing me. Her pussy was staring directly at me. I ensured I had a good view. As she bent, she took Jerry into her mouth and started to go down on him.

She teasingly rubbed her lips against his half erected dick. Jerry moaned a little and indeed, the dick came more alive as she teased. While the effects of rubbing got it swelling, Nancy then took the dick into her mouth and started working on it in and out. As she salivated Jerry’s dick, the size grew. And I was surprised because this 55 year old man could erect as much and hard as a 35 year old.

Jerry has a belly and like most middle aged men, he is no longer tone. Judging from his physique, he was pretty well tone during his prime time and as Nancy peeled his jeans, I noticed he has a pair of toned looking thighs and nice butt. Not too big or saggy. He must have been a sportsman once upon a time! Jerry skin is sallow and his face has evidence of wrinkles and over exposure to sun rays. Besides, he wore his long sighted glasses even as Nancy was pleasing him. Jerry has a build of an Asian man of about 5’8.

I captured as much as I could at every moment, while my heart was thumping.

Nancy’s fellatio skill was beyond me. She actually took Jerry all in. I was impressed. And she did this over and over again. Her deep throat skill is of distinction despite Jerry owning a 7’ rod. She takes Jerry in so deep that you could feel Jerry enjoying the moment. His mushroom top must have been massaging against the soft edge of her warm throat every time it comes right into her mouth. As she sucked, Jerry dick turned redder with the pressure she exerted. And as it thrust into her warm mouth, Jerry’s dick glint with Nancy’s saliva. By now, the rod was all hard and clear veins were wrapping all around the dick. It was indeed calling out for sex.

As the porn was playing, Nancy shifted her position. She climbed onto Jerry but still holding on to pleasuring him with her mouth while she positioned her pussy onto his face. I shifted my view and watched what Jerry did. Nancy started her sucking, Jerry tongued Nancy’s outer clean shaven pussy, while the hand was groping for her clit to add the arousal.

Jerry was indeed a veteran too. He maneuvered Nancy’s pussy very well, while licking her all around like an icing cake. I could see Nancy squirming but little by little, he inched his tongue into her pussy. Nancy groaned. Her pussy is all glistened with his saliva. As she encouraged him on with a swift sucking of his swollen dick, he tongue fucked Nancy.

“Mmmm, I could taste all of your juice,” said Jerry as he licked on like a glutton. He was getting excited over the juice and thus plunged 2 fingers into the aroused red hole. Nancy immediate gave out a pleasure groan. His other hand subsequently busied itself arousing the clit.

Nancy moaned and she continued to moan even louder as Jerry’s fingers plunged deeper and his rubbing motion on the clit became faster. His fingers did precise strokes of in and out with the squashing sound of her juice. She was very aroused as Jerry’s fingers were literally flooded with her white thick mucus. As soon as there were loads on his fingers, Jerry sucked it off, slurping it to its brim. He continued pushing them to pleasure Nancy for more. She groaned with delight.

“Jerry, Jerry, ohhhh, Jerry,” Nancy moaned. By now, she has stopped her act as she was too pleased with what was done on her. She was weakening to the pleasure Jerry was giving.

From the 69 position, Jerry turned her around and made Nancy lie on the bed. He wanted to take charge now. As he beckoned Nancy to lie, he pushed his face into Nancy’s huge soft breast. He rubbed in over and over like he was cleaning his face but the sheer enjoyment of the two big tits was obvious. He just could not stop his rub against those succulent breasts all the while, Nancy’s hands were messing up his hair as she moaned. After a long time of face rubbing, Jerry gobbled the huge 38D.

Just as he was enjoying the warmth, one of his hands was twitching the nipples and pinching it every now and then, making it more erected than before. His other hand roamed into her love cave and was ferociously fingering her with 3 fingers.

Nancy was moaning with delight. I truly believe this couple enjoys sex more than ever and my presence has turned them on further.

By now, Nancy was milking her juice of pleasure, to extend where Jerry shoved his moist fingers into her mouth to taste her own. She sucked it in like she did to Jerry’s rod and she groaned with wanton pleasure, licked Jerry’s fingers with slutty slurps.

I could feel the heat turning up and I do not know where this would take us. More so, I do not know where it shall take me from here. I was no longer as calm as I used to in every of my assignments. This is different. The porn which was playing on the TV was moaning loudly with equal pleasure. However, my attention was here, live, with 2 mature persons enjoying every single minute of their act.

Once Jerry was done gnawing her breasts, he sucked them hard, as if they were two very ripe melons waiting to pop. As he sucked her hard nipples hard like a baby sucking, I noticed Nancy’s urge heighten and her nipples grew. At the same time, while Jerry sucked, he had his tongue swirling over the nipples. Nancy was at the verge of screaming and I could feel Nancy was at a stage where anyone could just do anything to please her. She was over whelmed with sexual pleasure.

Finally Nancy nipples were so swollen and big that it was protruding like a small button mushroom. I have never seen such big nipples. But it looked delicious.

“Oh Jerry, let’s get this moving, when are you going to fuck me?” Nancy demanded with a hasty tonation.

“Not until you come first you naughty girl,” he said. I was embarrassed to be the third person in the room where a mature couple was cooing each other with sex talks. Urgh. But I put on a straight face and focused on what I was paid to do.

Jerry pulled out 2 toys. 1 was the Wand and the other was a thin 8’ vibrator to be exact. I was surprised with their exploits.

“Do you want this you naughty girl?” Jerry growled. I put on a straight face.

Nancy purred and said, “Ohhhhhh Jerry, give it to me, give it to me…. Nowwwwww!” she growled like a tigress. I still had a straight face no doubt I felt a little discomfit. I reminded myself to retain the focus till the end. I moved around them strategically to focus well in order to produce good perspective and angles, yet, at the same time, restrain from being too disruptive. The heat is certainly rolling on.

“Turn over naughty girl,” he commanded. Nancy obliged.

He was still hard as I believe the entire ordeal of me being around, watching them with the porn turned on to the maximum volume kept him excited.

When Nancy went on all fours like a bitch on heat, Jerry slapped her butt hard. Smacked it went. Then he smacked it the second time.

“What do you want naughty girl?” he growled.

Smacked again.

“Ohhhhhh, grrrrrr, I was you to fuck me now! NOW!” Nancy growled in return.

He immediately rammed his hot rod into her like he has not gotten a pussy for a long time. He rammed her inside out and I could see his dick was immediately coated with her moist. As he pushed inward and outwards, inward and outwards in a matter of seconds, the juice was overspilling. With the heat on, I could smell Nancy’s scent from where I was standing.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” Nancy moaned at every thrust from Jerry. Every stroke was hard and long. Jerry pushed hard, then pulled out slowly. Again and again he goes on. At every point where the juice overflowed, Jerry used them to lubricate Nancy’s arse hole.

At every lubrication, Jerry massages Nancy’s other hole. Obviously, Nancy screamed for more.

“Argggggh! Arrrrggghhh! Oh oh oh, arrrrghhhh!” Nancy screamed at the top of her lungs. She was a screamer.

Once it was sufficiently moist, Jerry turned the vibrator on and slowly shoved it into her arse hole while penetrating his rod into her love cave at the same time. Nancy was screaming loud pleasure.

“Jerrry oh Jerrry. I want to come Jerry you bad boy! Arrrgghhhh!” she growled like a bitch on heat.

“Not yet naughty girl, don’t you ever do that,” Jerry commanded her.

“No I can not,” she shouted at him while she was panting with sexual pleasure and pushed her hips towards Jerry. She took over the motion and aggressively pushed her hips in and out from Jerry.

Jerry pushed the vibrator into her arse then pulled it out as he fucks her pussy at the same time. In and out the vibrator and his dick went. She screamed to the pleasure endured from 2 different tunnels exerted on her. The rhythm of the fuck was so great that the energy of pleasure was overpowering. It got me turned on too. Nancy screamed and groaned with sexual hunger. I was witnessing two persons enjoying the act of sex act live without any inhibition. I started to feel the wetness in me. My heart beat even faster now.

Finally, Jerry left the vibrator in her arse and switched to the maximum speed but rammed into her pussy hard. As he move on, his strokes became short and hard. Jerry became more vigorous in his shove, harder and harder as his breath quickens.

Nancy suddenly made a turn and took charge. She lied on the bed on her back while the vibrator was in her arse. She opened her legs wide and without a word, Jerry continued where he left and pursued on the vigorous thrust. It was his turn to be on heat. He needed more by now. His urge was undisputable at that moment. Just as he thrust Nancy moaning in rhythm, Nancy turned the Wand on and has it serviced her clit.

Nancy started to squirm with the vibration of the Wand on her clit, Jerry’s hot rod to and fro in her wet pussy and another vibrator pulsating with vigor in her arse. At this rate, Nancy was still emitting lots of juice. It got me horny too.

“Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, oh Jerry, I am going to comeeeeeeeee,” shouted Nancy.

“I am coming, I am cominggggggggggggg,” Nancy stressed on it again. This time Jerry shoved into Nancy so hard that her whole body was jiggling in tandem. Her tits were wiggling hard as a result.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Nancy screamed. It was very loud and I have no qualms that any soul who walked pass the hotel corridor would have heard.

She came hard and put away the Wand once her orgasm was over. Jerry pulled the vibrator off her while still fucking her pussy with his dick. And now, she was all his. He rammed in and out like a bull on heat. Nancy’s 38D’s breasts were swaying in every direction and Nancy helped by gyrating her hips to the fuck. Finally, Jerry came.

“Oh oh oh…. Ohhhhhhh,” he moaned as he sowed his juice in Nancy like a dog in heat. Until he could no longer produce liquid, he pulled his dick out and looked at me with satisfaction.

“This is fucking good I say,” said Jerry. Nancy went off to the bathroom to clean up.

“So how did it go Shanice?” he asked with a smile as he caught his breath.

I smiled and handed him the camcorder.

“Oh, thank you, thank you,” Jerry said softly while he watched his recorded sexual gratification.

He paid me after fast forward the entire act till the end. By then, Nancy was out from the toilet, back with her normal clothes. She gave me a big thank you hug. I thanked them in return. At that time, I was loss for word because I could not arrange my thoughts so thank you was all I could say.

But I know I was happy. I actually made a couple’s day. And of course, it did make my day too. I dressed up and walked out of that room, looking at things a little different from the time I walked in.

How funny that an hour and a half ago I see things at a different perspective, and now entirely shifted to an all new perception… yeah, how people can change people. Ah, there is a whole big world out there for anyone and everyone to discover. It’s bountiful… with pleasure.

On My Own

I found a new job and will be starting in August. A marketing of course. I have tendered my resignation and thank God for that. I cannot wait to start a new chapter despite having a rather short one here. It does not matter. Good riddance to the old ladies. From the interview, the new office is bustling with young vibrant people. Yes!

That explains my weeks of silence from the blogsphere. I have been busy running around, sorting out every loose end that needs to be tied. Now that the spinsters and cows know I am leaving, everyone wanted to ensure, the stuff they entrusted are completed so they need not pick it when I am gone. Fair I suppose. So I have been burning the midnight oil. For a mere RM 2,300 salary, it is seriously not worth the hassle to be frank. But for the sake of responsibility and accountability, money cannot be taken into comparison. It would never be an eye for eye.

After my episode with Shah, we are still keeping in touch. But I shall not consider this a long distance relationship. I do not feel I am his girl nor does he feel he is my guy. If you want to have that feeling of ownership, it takes commitment. Therefore, I do not know if I am ready for that and we did not dwell into such depth so I will leave things as it is. As for my feelings about this ‘relationship’, he certainly interests me - his body and soul but ask no more.

However said, we are still feeling connected from the brief exploit, some how or rather. So we have been keeping in touch via emails and phone calls. Sexually as well. I believe as a result, I am as happy as a clam. Sexually fulfilled as well.

Every alternate nights, we webcam for a good hour or so.

Just last night, we dialed up to see each other and this arrangement has been on since I returned from Langkawi. We are both happy with this thus far.

When I was logging on, I changed to a pair of lacy undies. This time black lacy pair. Then I rolled up a black pair of sexy lacy stocking up to my thighs and a garter belt, black. I put on my black 3 inch stilettos. My g-string was lacy black and my bra could easily see my protruding nipples and the shape of my areolas. I was all made up foxy sexy to surprise Shah.

When we were connected, I ensured I stood tall in front of the webcam so he could see me in full.

“Shanice” he exclaimed in calmness when he saw me all dressed up.

“Yes sweety?” I started to purr.

“You got to do this to me every other day you naughty girl,” he looked at me through the webcam but smiled.

“I’m horny,” I said innocently and stared back.

“Yes I should know that by now. I could never get enough of you. One of these days you will leave me with no choice but to fly down to see you, feel you and be, with you” he said.

“I’m waiting.”

“I bet you do. As always.”

I licked my lips and softly gazed at him through the camera and he gave me that heavenly sweet smile. I wish to be playing with his soft curls and touching those sweet brown eyes, smooth face and sharp nose. Yes, I still long for that strong body, biceps and not forgetting that very big dick. The ultimate asset Shah has.

“Shah…” I purred.

“Yes sweetheart?” he answered.

“Can you watch me again today? I badly need it,” I said in the most innocent little girl voice.

“What would you be doing today sweet love?” he asked me softly.

“Just watch? Please?” I begged like a spoilt kitten.

He gave me a very sweet smile and sat back on this chair. Obviously, he was in his room and I was in mine.

I walked towards my bed and gently lay on it like a cat. Shah was silently watching me. I looked at him and he smiled to encourage me on.

I positioned myself and had my crotch facing the webcam so he could have a good view of me. I lay my head on a comfortable pillow, and then I looked towards him.

Slowly, I rubbed my body all over. Firstly, I rubbed my neck, and then both my hands started to work downwards towards my breast with my bra on. I massaged my body bit by bit. I caressed my breasts, circling it in motion. Until it was good and hard with the nipples stiffening, I moved on. My one hand moved to my torso. I touched my stomach sensually and stroke it with soft pressure. I started to feel warm. So I got down to my navel. Gently brushed past my G-string. Then I rubbed my thighs, as it they were very succulent piece of meat waiting to be devoured. When I rubbed them, they were all warm and smooth despite half covered with black stockings.

Slowly, I stroked tenderly the inner of my thighs, feeling the lacy stocking I wore, then as I do so, I rub a little of my crotch despite still having my panties on. I closed my eyes to savor the moment. As I rubbed on, I stroked my outer thighs while my body started to move in rhythm to my movement. I started to glide like a snake as I caressed my whole body. My right hand reached my left breast and I groped. It was nice. So I continued. I could feel the arousal and the sensuality of touch. Eventually, my hand pushed my bra aside and pulls out my tender breasts. I went on to amuse my breast. While I was doing so, the other hand was rubbing my tummy sensually. As I do that, my right hand started to touch my nipples. Ohhhh. The first bite of pleasure. First I gently caress the tip. I started to feel great so I pursued on caressing. It is good. I was glad for the arousal that my left hand went on, to touched my crotch and started fondling them.

The touch aroused my clit through the flimsy cloth of my undies. It turned me on. I continued. Soon I gave out a slight moan as my finger worked the delicate clit. I continued to touch my breast and fondle them, then worked on my tits. The circling motion and gentle rubbing erected the nipples and I could feel they are starting to erect. Hard. I could feel the sensation. As I teased it, my arousal mounted. I was enjoying myself very much and let out more moans as my other hand reached to excite my crotch.

I started to crave for more. So I unhooked my bra and pulled my G aside, revealing a silky smooth crotch without a single strand of hair. I bet it was delicious looking because Shah eyes went bigger when I looked at him to catch his reaction.

My right finger went straight to my clit and my body countered to the sensation. I started to get aroused even more and my hips gyrated to the sensation. Oh. It was great. One hand on the nipple pushing on the arousal and the other working hard on the clit. This itself was heading me towards sexual frenzy. My stroke on the clit got hotter. I could feel the wetness soaking my pussy as the rubbing continues which made me yearn for more. Oh, give me all the pleasure. I started to moan more and the moaning started to become sensual.

Uhhh, ummmm, ohhhhh, uhhhhh, ohhhhh, " I moaned at every exhale.

Finally when my clit was all ready and throbbing with excitement, I decided to affirm my wetness by pushing my third finger into my pussy. Hmm, all wet and ready for the next pleasure. Shah was still watching me intently and I know he was watching every move without a blink. Obviously, I was arousing him well. He slowly took off this pants and undies, and had his dick in his hand.

I moaned, looked at him and said huskily, “Baby, I’m enjoying here, how are you doing?”

“Can any man ask for more? I'm loving every minute...What more have you got sweety?” he encouraged on, now with that sexy look in his eyes.

I continued my moaning in extreme sexuality.

“Oh oh oh,” I went on bit by bit with one finger now working diligently with my pussy and the other playing ferociously with the throbbing clit. The wanton is unpretentious at this point. My wetness is gushing my pussy, greasing the entire hole and leaving residue on my fingers as it stroked out. As I prolonged my strokes, my moist becomes thicker and the finger becomes soaked.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, oh” I moaned in cadence to my motion as my arousal built. I could feel my heart beating faster as I pushed on and my body is starting to tensed. I am at the top now and badly needed more. I shoved another finger into my hole. That gave me tremendous pleasure. It yield even more honey. The wetness erupted from just the pussy, thereon with my fingers all richly moist, I rubbed it all over my crotch.

Obvious to Shah’s arousal, I groaned louder with passion. As I opened my eyes to look at Shah, he was certainly yanking himself now. Slowly. I smiled to myself because I enjoy turning men on. Arousing someone like Shah is all together more enjoyable. In return to this, the sight of him getting himself all worked up crazed me.

As I was holding back my excitement and to avoid a quick orgasm, I stopped. I turned to look at Shah coyly and asked his permission, “Sweety, can I have the dildo in me?”

“Go on sweetheart,” he gently said while stroking his rod, obvious that he wants to see more of me in action. I could see his hard on, all big 9', gleaming with pride.

As I grabbed to reach out for my 10’ dildo, my other fingers dipped into my pussy and I licked my juice while watching him watching me enjoying the honey. I licked my fingers just as I yearned to lick his hard rod. Slowly I licked upwards then gradually working downwards with the tip of my tongue savaging the moist mucus envoloping my fingers. As I do so, I watched him.

Shah certainly looked hooked at my antics. I wanted to give him more.

I turned the dildo on to a light vibration mode and spread my legs wide, ensuring Shah has a complete view of everything. Slowly and gently I ensured my entire pussy was moistly covered with my sweet honey. I rubbed all around and groaned excitedly because I cannot wait for the 10’ to get inside of me. With the soaring arousal, I cannot wait any longer but yet I wanted Shah to enjoy it slowly.

I glided the dildo into my pussy, gently, as it filled me up, inch by inch as I groaned in pace with the descend. It was so sweet and good. I could feel the sensation up to my toes and I continued to extract wetness by multifold as compared earlier. My body intuitively gyrated to the pleasure as well. Every single state of my body was oozing with sex. I was at the top of my own world with the sensation still mounting to reach the peak. My wetness was overpowering and soon, it soaked the dildo from the very tip to the base.

As I lead it into my wanton wet cave, it finally reached the spot of rubbing my G-spot, I gave a loud cry. Ohhhh! Awesome beyond words. I wanted more. I drove the dildo in and out, in steady motion and the other hand started rubbing my clit vigorously with intense pressure and pleasure. I wanted it all now. Every stroke from the dildo massaged my G over and over, and the rubbing of the clit hearted my adrenalin, I poured with moist pleasure even more. I could not stop now. The black stockings and stilettos added on to my arousal as I know how viciously sexy I am to Shah now. As the dildo vibrate smoothly inside of me, I peeled off my G-string.

My strokes got stronger and I turned the vibration a higher pace to induce the sensation. My groans became erratic and my breath heavy.

“Shah oh,Shah, this is great. Oh, oh, ummmmmmm” I moaned in sync to my deep breathing.

“Go ahead sweety, harder now,” he whispered via the cam.

My hands worked hard but I could no longer contain myself. Every bit of my body tensed and I held on to the rock hard sensation while embracing the entire fervor. My wetness was shattering over and over until I wet my sheets. My heart was beating from the adrenalin and I spread my legs even wider with the garter belt still sexily on. I came. This time with multiple spasms overwhelming my pelvis.

Oh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Shah, Ohhhhhhh,” I moaned loudly again and again though my hands were working as diligently. Until, my fury eluded, I cringed and slowed down. I went on to stimulate my pussy as my entire body quiver away from the orgasm, I stopped. I closed my wide open legs as I no longer could hold it. Slowly, I satisfyingly looked up at Shah. He came as well as I saw his flaccid 9’.

“Hmmmm, did you enjoy yourself Shah?” I asked bashfully and innocently.

“Sweety, does my brother look asleep all this while?” he answered with a glee.

“More of this and Ill be coming knocking on your door steps,” he indirectly complimented.

I gave him a virtual kiss and told him I missed him, physically and mentally. Of course, the feeling was mutual. I really ponder when would I get to see him again. I miss him very much. I miss every single bit of him. This could not go on forever. Eventually, I would need his body. That solid hard body with the God given 9' rod... Oh, it drives me wild thinking about it. Even as I am typing this. Eventually, I would need it...

Company Trip

The week seemed to be longer and longer these days with so much things going on in my life at the moment. While Cheng still calls me up every other day to ‘chat’, things never got any further than that. The so called friendship is no longer the same. That dinner incident was the epitome of it all. It just reminded me the degree a male bastard could be. Sometimes I wonder, how could a woman learn to trust a man. After all I have seen and been doing with men these recent few years? Yes, I have concluded, men are men no matter color, size or shape. When it comes to sex and pussy, it is the other head that does the thinking.

Given that, I have wondered if someone like me would end in a steady relationship. Or should I just adapt to loving women who are trust worthy, emotionally supportive and sensitive?

And now that I reminisced the sensation I had with a woman on one of the job, the tingling feel of excitement returns. Oh, thinking about it makes me horny. I have not been having any dicks ever since I returned, not until what I have to tell you. 6long months of dry spell.

Do I believe in playing with myself since I can’t possibly get the real thing? No. Not unless someone is watching. Not unless another being is effected with what I do. I would rather have my panties all soaked with my honey and stay moist. Not until I could savor it with someone.

It is like having to share your favorite food with someone. You don't want to always eat alone. Or rather, you just don't want to eat alone.

In fact staying horny all the time makes me ooze with sexuality is a good thing. It’s like a whiff of female species to lure the males. Oh, how animal like we humans are…

And yes, lately, my panties have been soaked. When will I ever have sex with someone? It beats me. More so in Malaysia and the fact that I have not the slightest energy to trawl the clubs for 1 night stands. My chances are next to zero.

While I am up to my neck trickling horny, I have indeed been occupied for awhile. My return from Langkawi on a 3 day company trip was a fresh breath of air. While it was a departmental trip with the bunch of office old ladies, something fun happened. This took up my entire weekend.

Arriving at the hotel was an awesome feeling despite having this bunch of bore. After all, who are they kidding when it is all free and easy from here onwards? I have done my homework and happily booked myself for dives in Pulau Payar.

A van picked me from the hotel at 8am. I gleefully boarded and headed towards the Kuah Jetty and onto a speedboat towards the Marine Park. There was a couple from Japan and another from Europe (they were talking in Spanish). So obviously I was the odd one out. This also means, some dive master would have to buddy me for the dive.

We were greeted at Pulau Payar platform by a nice looking Malay guy. He introduced himself has Shah. The platform itself were an impressive number of people, from locals to tourists from all over the world. There are startling number of floating heads snorkeling surrounding the platform. At a point, I doubt if anyone could see anything besides, legs, arms, hands, bodies while they snorkel. I was amazed with the sheer number of people who would be interested in Pulau Payar.

Shah briefed us on our 2 dive sites and the fact that he is my buddy was an elation. A handsome guy for my partner! Yes. Shah is not all tan up like most beach boys whose been burnt to dark chocolate brown. In fact, he is considered fair for a dive master. What particularly attractive about him was his features. He has deep set of eyes, sharp nose and a very sweet set of lips. His boyish strikes came from his soft wavy hair that seemed to curl from perfect right angles and ends. To add on, he carries a good 5’10 of good physique (then again, which avid dive master doesn’t). Trust me, I would be surprise if no agency has called him up for a modeling stint.

The 6 of us got into the speedboat and suited up. Obviously lacking of nooky(ies) (yes, it should be in plural), my sex siren was all on with one good looking hunk next to me.

I asked Shah if we really needed to suit up in the wet suit since the sea is warm which, he gently replied in perfect English, “Oh, not if you are comfortable with what you are wearing. Then again, no T-shirts please.”

I smiled and nodded, then tore my shirt off sensually, knowingly well he was watching at the corner of his eyes.

“I can see that you have been diving quite a bit everywhere around,” he said as he was reviewing my log book while I was enjoying the wind lapping against my cheeks.

“Yeah, whenever I get the chance to travel near the sea, it is my calling to dive,” I smiled.

“Nice,” he added and gave a broad grin.

“By the way, are you not worried of getting a tan without the wet suit?” he asked concerned.

“I need the sun to be honest. My color is fading and I look every bit like a city hill billy. Plus, lesser is better...” I teased.

“Lesser is better…” he tailed after me, smiled and shook his head. He has a sweet smile. Still smiling, he got up to speak to the boat man and his assistant. They double checked the gauges, got the BCDs, tanks and everything else ready for us.

We did our first dive in Pulau Kaca after we were given specific instruction about the site. I dipped without the wet suit, obviously. Of course under the depth, he was looking out for me all the time. On and off, he pointed to the beautiful unique corals and even fishes. And at every 10 minutes, he checked on me. How sweet. For a moment, I remembered he held my hands, for whatever the reason was. At 30 feet under, it was all very surreal.

We ascended after a good 40 minutes and headed back to the platform for a buffet lunch. As usual, compressed air suppressed my appetite so I merely munched on fruits and a chicken drumstick.

“On diet?” Shah asked.

“Unfortunately not,” I replied with a smile.

“Would that be enough for a diver?”

“Compressed air makes me full, sweety. I can live with much of good thing, like oxygen!” I joked.

“Anyway, you don’t need any diet. You are perfect already,” he complimented. I blushed under my tan and obviously very flattered. For someone who dives every other day and has seen numerous ladies in bikini, the compliment was something.

“So, is that a tease? Or actually a compliment?” I asked unshamely.

“Both,” he winked and walked away. Oh, I was so flattered. As he walked, I admired his back, it was just so perfectly build with the right muscles and tan at the right places. Lean. I now wonder how he look naked. God, must be magnificent. I will have to admit, if the teasing and flirting continues I will have a big crush on Shah.

We did our second dive in the afternoon, all the while trying hard to act cool. But most often than not, my eyes were on him. Admiring every inch of Shah whenever I could. Hm, good biceps too! I secretly acknowledged, he would probably give Nadal a run for his money. Silly I may sound but I was trying very hard to concentrate on my dive than him. This time around I was very sure Shah held my hands when the rest of the divers were in front of us. I can not describe the feeling of being held while diving. He was literally showing me around his "backyard", pointing every now and then on the corals and fishes. I was gleefully happy and I could not rub that huge smile on my face at any cost. What more when you think you have ‘some’ crush on this good looking by then.

When we got back to the platform, he asked for my number and politely requested if there was a chance we could meet for dinner, if I had nothing on. I have shared about my trip to Langkawi, what a more bore the trip was in the company of old ladies and the reason I got to Pulau Payar. He certainly seize the opportunity to invite me out.

We arranged that he would come by at 7pm to pick me from the hotel.

And yes, Shah came by in a cute Mr. Bean mini. It was all very sweet! He drove me to a little quiet shack with good Malay cooking. The place is small and simple, at the top a hill with candles lighting up the tables. During dinner, I learnt a great deal about Shah.

He was born and bred in Langkawi until his teenage years. Then he was raised in the U.S to further his studies since his parents moved over (apparently, his mum was sent to complete her PhD there, hence, the family went along). And like me, he graduated last summer. He did Bioengineering. At this moment, he is taking a long break though, he has not decided if he should start working with the private sector or take a year or two off to just enjoy his passion – diving. Or alternatively, pursue on a Masters in Bioengineering. From these conversations, I find Shah utterly different from general Malay guys I know. He is very open, speaks polished English, charming in a boyish way and seemed to know a lot of everything. And he enticed me more when good 'conversations.’ So much so that I am impressed.

“So, do you wish to join the gang of divers for a good drinking and dancing time or would you rather have a quiet evening chatting?” he asked after settling the bill.

“Hmmm, dancing? Are you a good dancer first?” I started my teasing.

“Well, it is for me to know and for you to find out, that is, if you are interested,” he sheepishly smiled.

“I would love to dance, with you that is and, only if I find you good,” I smirked.

“Then, I’m all yours,” he teased further. Oh!

When we arrived at the manmade club that looks like Beach Club in Jalan P. Ramlee, I could see many Caucasians going their jig. Everyone was somehow burnt, the Mat Sallehs with red sun burns and locals in toasted brown mode. I felt rather at home. Shah seemed to know almost everyone considered “regulars” there. They greeted him with warm welcome and greeted me more with open arms.

“Would you like a cock or mocktail?” Shah whispered in my ears since the booming of the music was beyond audible.

“Cock sounds good but it has to be yours,” I cheekily answered and daringly looked into his eyes. I just had this urge to tease him.

For awhile, I could see him blushed then gave his sweet smile. I had him at hello for a second and he looked away trying hard to focus. 5 seconds later, he whispered in my ears, “If that is what you want, it would be my pleasure.” My legs almost gave way.

“Can you please get me Sex on the Beach?” I purred into his ears.

"The pleasure is mine to give you any sex on any beach sweetheart," he teased on. He walked stealthly to bar to get my drink.

When he returned with my drink, he pursued, "Sure that is all what you really want? On the beach only?"

I dared me on with the tease and said, "If the beach is good, I'm all for anywhere else sweety," as I sexily winked at him.

"It sounnds like a good offer I can't refuse," he came nearer to me and took my hands.

We danced closely. I could not help it but to be very close. I wanted badly to be close to this hunk all night! This body, this guy.

I was leaking with sensuality. As we danced to the music, very slowly, he pulled me closer. Closer and closer we swayed. When I was close enough to even taste his breath, I looked him into the eyes. And he daringly looked back. I turned soft. But I did not want to give up so I kept the gaze on. It was like forever, until, I felt his hands griping to my waist. Those strong hands. I knew I wanted it somewhere else later if I could. Sigh…

Then as we locked our gaze, his body touched mine. We continued dancing and I was swaying with all my virility. My sexiness was seeping by the inches as I moved. Gradually, his body was rubbing against mine. We went on for awhile body to body, and my face was just so close that I wanted to kiss him, badly. I could feel his warmth enveloping me. And I felt secure and safe against this great body.

As we danced, he hugged me tightly. I reciprocated. We both understood what we wanted. We were there rocking for a moment. And it all seemed so natural when he looked at me again and pull my face closer to his. He bends and kissed me with a longing that was stashed away for a long time.

From what seemed like an eternal kiss, he whispered, “Let’s go somewhere quiet shall we?”

I could only nod. I was elated yet flooding with pleasure.

As he drove, we were in the car hand in hand. I could feel the tenderness of the affair. I wanted it more and not to end. It is those ear-to-ear-smiling feelings. I want to be shy yet sexy. Especially with this good looking guy. Everything has got to be perfect.

He brought me to a quiet jetty, held my hand and slowly pulled me along the rickety planks of the manmade jetty. Everything was hushed. I could only hear the waves gently lapping the shore and the sound of faint crickets. As we quietly scrolled towards the far end, the sound of breeze is audible. The tie was high. Occasionally we skipped over ropes which secured the boats to the jetty. Everything at that moment was tranquil with a lovely full moon shining upon us. Lovely. Perfect.

As we reached the end of the jetty, he sat with legs hung loosely from the dock. I pursued. We were silence as if trying to read each other, all this while holding tightly as if not, either one will be running away. He then put his hands over my shoulders and I rested my head on his. It is such a good feeling.

In fact, I have not felt this way for a long time. All this 1-2 years of escorting does not give me such sentiment. In fact, I have shut all I have to keep away from hurt.

“Hm, this is just a lovely place,” I mumbled.

“Yes, I come here everytime I want to be with myself. Also, it gives you the sense there is nothing here to stop you from dreaming and believing. Kind of a therapy if you are at loss,” he explained.

“Yes, I feel the same here too. Must be your favorite place then huh?”

“Yes, and a secret favorite place, but not anymore secret now that I brought you here” he smiled.

As he said that, he moved his left hand from my shoulder and started to caress my thigh.

“That is nice,” I encouraged.

He turned to look at me and we started kissing. Slowly. Very, very slowly. Alarmed that I was shy, I merely nibbled. But after seconds of slow kissing and warming up, I passionately kissed him. I went on, tongue to tongue. The kiss became hotter as we galvanized the desire for each other. I could feel the urge fro mhim too. He tasted sweet. I pushed for more. As we went on kissing for what seemed eternity, his hands started to roamed. One hand was stroking the arch of my back and the other searching for my breast.

I was enjoying every minute. My hands started to wander as well. I stroked his thighs. Little by little as we kissed, my strokes became harder and I was inclined to proceed upwards towards the bulge. When I knew I had the chance, I was in suprisingly in doubt if I should.

His hands found my breast. He softly caress them. I wanted more. It all seemed so sweet and good. I stroked his thigh harder then while we were tonguing. Little by little of caress, his strokes starts to fondle, I am enjoyed the touch. And my horniness is beginning to show. I want more. I came even nearer to him to he could have more of my breasts. It was a sign because he proceed to massage them beautifully still unwilling to greet my tits. It probed me to want more.

With all the pend up horniness and this, I was pretty much game for a good sex at this point. All for tonight, yes. I guessed he felt my hesistant, so he pushed my hands towards his bulge which then, I gently massage and felt the good swell. Oh.

He began kissing my neck, bit by bit. And his hands started to move under my sun dress, caressing my breast with my bikini top on.

I sighed and continued feeling his growing member. It is good and from the touch of it, it is certainly a good size for a good fuck. This thought got me excited.

Within seconds thinking of the size and while he was still necking me, he loosens my bikini top and slowly kissed me from neck downwards. Very slowly, he kissed my shoulder, then went lower to my chest, gently, tenderly lower towards my right breast. I let a small moan to encourage him because I was turned on. As he kissed and licked me, I felt my wetness. Little by little we went on and finally, his lips touched my nipples.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” I groaned. He pursued on with a firm nibble. I felt great. I pushed his head nearer to my chest. He started to lick my nipples. My hands stroked his head of soft curls while pushed a little to encouraged him on. I could just let everything go by now. It was heaven. While he worked on my nipples, the other hand started to fondle by gently kneading my left breast. As my breast for accustomed to his warm firm hand, he fingers gently rubbed against my nipples. That brought a tingling sensation. I purred softly.

“Oh, Shah…” I muttered softly as he went on, almost cat like purring. He quietly continued his exercise. By now, I know I have let out quite a bit of wetness onto my G-string bikini panty. I have this longing to pull it off and let what ever that comes to enjoy my lubrication.

I pushed Shah back, and unzipped his shorts. This dick sprang out and it was a good 9’ and very thick. For an Asian, it must admit he was very well endowed. To add to my pleasure, he is circumcised.

I could no longer wait. I want his dick as soon as I could get. As I stroked this heavenly piece, I felt the sheer hardness and veins wrapping around it. God, this is awesome. I became hungry and I unashamedly gnawed over it.

Firstly, I had my entire mouth just into his dick head and I gently moved in and out creating friction. I heard his exhale. I continued with this stroke with my mouth until I could feel the heat. The head grew even bigger in my mouth. This added on to my saliva because I enjoyed the motion of going in and out.

“Hmmmm,” I purred with enjoyment as I gorged over his dick. This time I pushed the entire length of his dick deep into my mouth. This dick was so big that I could only cover ¾ of it in my mouth. Ohhh, I was salivating ever more at this point. The size turned me on even more.

Now, I did my in and out motion, from the tip of the dick to the very end my mouth could reach. Slowly but gently, in and out. In and out my mouth went.

“Ohhh,” Shah groaned softly. I still went in and out. Finally, when my mouth was bored, my tongue started to encircle the dick head and slurped it upwards and downwards. I rub my tongue on to the dick head as if cleaning it to gleam under the moonlight.

“Ohhh,” Shah groaned louder this time. It must be good. Now that he is hard enough, I went even lower and got to his balls. I licked them like 2 delicious lollies, while my right hand yanked his dick gently with passion upwards and downwards. Shah moaned even more. I am glad he is enjoying because I wanted his dick badly. I could not recall the last I had with such a good size.

Tenderly, he pulled me up and now his hands groped under my dress to my pussy. Oh, wait till he feels my wetness, I think I would drive him mad. I laughed to myself. His fingers played around the outside of my bikini so I whispered to him, “Please touch it nowww. Please.”

With my encouragement, he fingers immediately got into my panties and started to search for my pussy hole. As he was groping, I enjoyed the sensation of fingers working around my moist sensitive areas. I felt very good. Oh. He purposely groped longer, teasing me. At what seemed eternity of groping and teasing, I pushed my crotch forward. Finally, without much alert, he slipped a finger into my cave and I gave a moan to confirm he got it right. It was bliss. Then he deliberately, moved his finger back and forth to give me more pleasure. I know I gave more juice. He certainly enjoyed the wetness. As he enter his fingers and work hard to add my pleasure, he kissed me again, tonguing me more. I was feverish with sexual sensation all over now. Then, cheekily, his other finger reached for my clit and started caressing it tenderly. First, circling it around and around. I wriggled then I open my legs wider so he could give me more. The circling was not enough after a minute. I want his finger to rub on it.

"I want more pleaseeee," I begged.

He smiled and stupidly teased, "Like how sweetheart?"

"Pleaseeee, don't make me beg for more," I flushed with sexual hunger and my voice started to sound hoarse. He tenderly touched my clit and start rubbing the clit softly.

“Ohhhhhhh Shah!” I exclaimed with pleasure. My wetness is just deluging over his fingers. His fingers just worked diligently to create that fervor over and over, building my sensation higher and higher. Then he focused on just my clit. Softly rubbing right on in over and over and over. It begin to throbbed. I could feel it has swelled to the maximum it could. And definitely, it is big enough get out of the clithood.

“Take off my bottom please,” I begged. He obeyed. I wanted him badly by now. So I got up and gently squat facing him while we was still sitting on the jetty. As I lowered myself down onto him, he guided my hips towards his exposed dick. When my tits reached to his face, he sucked my nipples with pressure, while the other breast was kept busy with his other fingers. They were pinching and squeezing the nipples to create more pleasure. I went wild and did not hesistate, just pushed my pussy into his dick from there, as much and as fast as I could.

Since I was utterly wet beyond description, it slipped without much effort but I could feel his entire dick fully filling me up.

“Uhhhhh,” I exhaled and moaned. His lips where still on my nipples. I started to rock gently. I moved upwards and downwards, all this while my juice lubricating his hardness. As I pumped, my wetness continued flowing because the friction was just awesomely right. At every thrust deep into me, I could feel his head massaging my G-Spot. So, at every stroke it touched, my arousal heighten a notch. I let out a small horny cry. I could feel his breathing getting harder too. We rocked slowly but every stroke was firm and acute to reach my G-spot. How I love this. I want to come and I want it over and over.

I was all his now. Do as he please with me because I was overwhelmed with sexual pleasure at this point.

Gradually, our pumping become harder and faster. Now he has stopped nibbling my breasts and concentrating on my hip work on him. Up and down, up and down I moved, occasionally, stop to gyrate his dick inside of me against my wall. Heaven. I could smell my wetness now. It is already soaking his balls. My juice just persisted on lubricating the movement so it continued to be smooth but yet, sufficient friction to stimulate to movement.

He then pulled me up despite the heat we were holding. I stood up and he got on his feet. I bent down, my hands holding on to the jetty’s short wooden pillar as a support. I made sure I bent well so he enjoyed a perfect sight of my firm round ass with my dress hitch up to my waist. He entered my pussy from behind. Slowly yet firmedly, he massaged his dick head against the entrance of my pussy, teasing me. I went berserk. I tried pushing my pussy towards his dick but he let go. Teasing me. Again, he rubbed his head against the surface of my wet clean shaven pussy. I wanted more but he refused to dive in. This is making be even hornier. Again, he teased with the rubbing up and down, as if using his head to wet my moist all over my crouch. Oh.

Then without caution, he droved right into the hole right to the very end. Everything of him filled me up entirely and there were no sight of his dick. It hit the G-spot the moment he reached the end.

“Ohhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh,” I moaned. This position is equally great. He started pumping me hard and I could feel my breast wiggled wildly. He thrust in and out over and over, from the tip of his head to the end of his dick, diving deep into me. Every motion was equally deep. Then he pulled his tip and dive deep again. So deep that again and again, it massaged my G-spot. I wanted to scream with pleasure at this point but I grinded my teeth and enjoy the sexual sensation of a big dick. I want all this pleasure and I do not want this to stop. He dove in deep again, then went out to the very tip, then dive deep again, hard. All done firmly. He pushed on for a good 3 minutes without stop and every bit of my body is heating up from this sensation of a 9' inch dick.

I felt I was about to reached the peak of orgasm. Shah now, got hold of my anus, and very gently massaged the tip.

I went berserk like a female animal on heat and within 5 strokes, I came. I just shuddered with my orgasm for a good 10 seconds while my juice spilling over and over in rhythm to my quiver. He did not stop but continued pumping me really hard while having a time working on spasm pussy. I went crazy and I moaned loudly. I wanted some more of such pleasure.

“Keep it down sweetheart,” he hastily but sweetly said.

While my orgasm was not entirely over, I pursued to move in rhythm with his hard strokes. I would hear the slapping sound of his hips again my butt. Hard. Rocking hard in and out, in and out. Everytime his dick is pulled out, the sight of my white mucus is seen spread all over his huge red rod. The rocking became very hard as the slapping sound was loud for anyone nearby to notice. Slap, slap, slap. My breasts were swaying to the rhythm too. My whole body shakes as he hits hard into me. Oh, great. In and out, in and out, while with his throbbing dick head, he gave a final hard thrust and let out a small groan. He came and spurted his come deep into me. I could feel his juice filling me up. Ohhhh, the feeling of his juice mixing with mine made me wild too. Still, he refused to relent to his come, he rocked on for a good 10second until he started to limb. He kissed my back and steadily, the rocking diminished.

Finally he stopped. Turned me around and slowly zipped his pants. He give me a peck, then we hugged a 5 long minutes, savoring our warmth of our passionate moment just awhile ago and the silence with the beating of our heart. I could feel the beat of his heart and I am sure he could feel mine. As he turned to look at my face he said, “Shanice that was great.”

We kissed again on the lips then cheek. And hugged me again like two long loss lovers.

For once in my life, I felt honestly appreciated for a mutual sexual reason. And, yes, who would not want to seize the opportunity to be fucked by a 9’ dick?

So afterall, my trip to Langkawi was not that all boring, and yes, finally, after 6 long months of sexual drought, someone sweet and hunky satisfied that longing. It was awesome beyond words of course and I was glowly when I returned home to type this for your reading pleasure.