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.
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.
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