An Unusual Request

June 26, 2012

I had been working in the same department with Rosanna for four years and, although I found her tempting, I never really made any move on her fearing that any miscalculation could affect our working relationship and my job. That was until she emailed me a picture of her with her cleavage showing prominently right at the lower edge of the photo. She said she sent it to ‘thank’ me for helping make her work easier after I agreed to take on some of the work that could have gone to her in a meeting. It was an odd gesture but I took it as an indication that she was openning an avenue for interactions other than ‘all business’. I emailed back to acknowledge her gesture adding that I couldn’t help looking at the lower half of the picture. She emailed back saying that it didn’t bother her since it was ‘just a picture’. She added that she really hadn’t thought that I’d take notice of her. I said I did but was mindful of our working relationship. She then said that she actually wanted to ask me for a favor but would want to do it at the right time. Of course, I got curious and asked what it was about but she instead said that she will do it during our upcoming out-of-town conference.

When the day came, the first thing I did when I checked into my hotel room was to send her a naughty text message asking where she was and that I was waiting in my room. She responded, chiding me for my impatience and explaining that she couldn’t come to see me right away since she was facilitating a discussion. She also expressed concern that she might find it hard to extricate herself from two of our senior colleagues who served as her mentors and always kept her company. This indicated to me that she was indeed thinking of a private, possibly intimate, meeting.

She arrived in my room an hour later. As she placed her bag and laptop on a chair, I moved behind her, placed my arms around her waist and, when she showed no resistance, started nibbling her ear. She wisphered that the door was still unlocked. I quickly locked the door and got back to her who, by then, had turned around to receive me.

It was only when we were done that I got to ask her what favor she wanted from me. She said that she wasn’t planning on getting married but would like to have a child to come home to and she thought I’d make a good specimen to ‘father’ her child explaining that she wasn’t expecting any financial support from me. I thought – ‘That explains why she didn’t bother about protection as she was riding me like a nymphomaniac just minutes earlier’. Well I am kind of a conservative in that respect – I’d like to be there for the kids that I do bring into this world and so I wasn’t really amenable to her request. I told her so explaining that I had gotten vasectomy years earlier precisely for that reason. And to dispel any romantic notion, I also told her that I did sleep around with other women as well. We went on to have several more encounters after that.


Hard to Get Mom

May 28, 2012

I had been eyeing Jenna for over four years whenever she walked past our house as she took her two kids to and from school. She often just wore t-shirts and jeans but she was hot. But the fact that she was a neighbor kept me at bay. I dreaded the thought of having an angry husband who can easily make life difficult for me so I stayed clear of her. That all changed when I was due to go overseas to take a job. I suddenly got bolder starting with introducing myself when I met her at school. I gave her my business card and asked if she could give me her number by sending me a text message or calling. After one week of not hearing her, I met her on the street – well actually, waited for her – and sort of casually asked why she hadn’t contacted me. She gave a flimsy reason of having lost my card in her bag. A little later, I got a text message from her. She then asked why I was so keen on getting her number and, emboldened by the fact that I just had a few months more of living there, I told her I had noticed her for quite a while and was hoping to get to know her and ask her out for coffee.

She said she had an errand to run and, if I was fine with me coming along, we could have coffee. She was nervous when we met up knowing that I was interested in more than just having coffee with her. So I had to make her feel comfortable. We had coffee and I accompanied her as she completed her errand with me throwing light compliments and some humor her way without really getting serious. She was uneasy but responsive to my flirty innuendos.

I waited a couple of days before messaging her again. She asked why I was so interested in her and what I wanted. Feeling more confident, I said that I found her attractive and would be interested in going out with her for coffee again or something else like us being alone in a ‘quiet place’. She immediately knew what I meant and expressed anger at my audacity asking: “What do you think of me?” I apologised for my honesty and I didn’t hear from her for two days. I messaged her after a couple of days, apologizing again and asking how she was. She asked me why I said what I said and I told her that I needed to be honest with her after waiting all those years and having little time left, with chance that we’d never see each other again. She asked me if we couldn’t just be friends and I said I’d find it hard. She kept silent for a day and I thought that was the end of it. Then I got a text message from her saying that we can go out which got me really excited. But I ended up waiting for her outside a church for an hour as she did an errand and attended a religious service. Afterwards, she explained that she had led me on which upset me a bit. To appease me, she bought me lunch.

She had a good laugh out of it for the next couple of days and I sort of played along, acting disappointed and eventually making myself scarce for a couple of days. When she asked how I felt, I told her I didn’t like the feeling of being made fun of and she apologized, promptly offering another meetup. I said no, saying I could no longer trust her. She persisted and so I agreed, thinking that I had her. On the way to the motel, she expressed second thoughts and asked if we could just go to the mall instead. Disappointed, I took her to the mall and left saying that she should be able to find her way home on her own. I didn’t answer her messages for the next couple of days. When I finally did, I made it known to her that I had enough of her games. She kept on saying she was sorry and offered several times to meet with me again. I played hard to get this time and held off as long as I could. Finally, when I sensed that she was almost ready to give up asking me to forgive her and to give her one last chance to prove she was serious, I agreed to meet up with her for ‘one last time’. This time, we went straight to the motel without her uttering a single word of hesitation. We met up a few more times in ‘quiet places’ until I left for overseas.

MILF Lover


Worth Seven Hours of Travel

May 22, 2012

ImageIt was in a small conference when I first met Cherry. At 27, she was 13 years younger than me and in her prime. She approached me to say that she enjoyed my presentation. I could sense there was some level of infatuation on her part but the thought of us meeting every so often in professional circles kept me from taking advantage of the interest she showed. It was a few months later when she asked me if I could do a presentation in a workshop of her students. I knew she was 7 hours away by bus and that they couldn’t really afford to fully compensate me for the travel and work I’ll be doing but I felt obliged to help them out.

So I traveled seven hours to get to their town. I went there the evening before the presentation so I would be ready early the next morning. They met me at the bus terminal and promptly drove me to the hotel and left me there for the night. I was kind of hoping to get a message from her saying something like ‘Would you like to have dinner with me?’ but nothing came.

The next morning, I sent her a text message saying ‘I’m ready to go. I’m just in my room rehearsing my presentation’ knowing that they (her drive and colleague) were coming to pick me up. I thought I should let them know that they just needed to call me once they were at the hotel. The next thing I knew, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and it was her. Since I still had to pack my laptop, I let her in, leaving her to close the door. When she did, my head was racing as I tried to collect my thoughts in the bathroom after I excused myself to ‘brush my teeth’. Should I take that as an indication that I could explore intimacy with her? I decided that I could not take the chance. Still, as I was opening the hotel room door, I was thinking of just turning around and taking her right there and then. I didn’t.

I did the presentation in the morning and, after lunch, she took me to the town central market to have a look at some of the local produce. I didn’t really notice them as I was following her around the market, with my attention fixed to her petite, curvy figure. I was fantasizing about being in bed with her but, once again, prudence prevailed. I left town late that afternoon and, all the while I was on the bus on my way back home, I kept wondering what could have happened if I had gathered the courage to grab hold of her when we were in my hotel room.

She sent me a message thanking me for the effort and I thought that was it. But we continued exchanging messages after that, this time less formal and more personal. I learned that she was married and that she had a young child. But her relationship with her husband wasn’t that good. It came to the point that we found out that we found each other attractive and that we felt the same way when she walked into my hotel room. We talked about meeting up but it wasn’t easy given the distance. To make it fair, we decided to meet in a town halfway in between our respective cities. But a day before the scheduled meet, she messaged me to say that her child was sick and so she couldn’t go. I suspected that she had a change of heart but I just said it was OK. But I realized that she was telling the truth when, a week after, she told me that she had decided to travel all the way to my city – seven hours away – saying: ‘Don’t worry. You will have me.’ And so I did. And I made sure that it was worth the seven hours of travel for her.

Amateur Player

 


Too Hot to Handle

May 12, 2012

I first saw May as I was introducing myself as facilitator in an international seminar. She came as part of a delegation of senior officials from Indonesia observing the conduct of the seminar. I was in the middle of my self introduction but she immediately caught my eye. Even while wearing a modest business suit, she couldn’t hide her curves.  She had a milky complexion and beautiful eyes. She looked like she was married and had kids but she was clearly a MILF, if you’ve ever seen one. But she was with a senior male official, around whom the rest of the delegation hovered and I was in what was an important work contract for the seminar and so I did not really do anything about the fact that she was terribly attractive until the last day of the seminar.

We had a farewell dinner on the last day and it was then that I had a chance to get close to her. We had to wait about an hour for the food to be set and I took that as an opportunity to strike a conversation with her. She was with a small group of colleagues and I learned that, indeed, she was married and had a family and that she was also a senior official in a big organisation in Indonesia. I thought her being married and being a senior official is not good as far as expecting her to flirt around with me. But she did. When someone started playing the piano, she joined to softly sing a song. I joined in and, before I knew it, we were talking about music and singing tunes with each other even as the piano player had stopped. In a quiet duet we did, I could sense a deep longing in her eyes as we were looking in each other’s eyes and singing the love song. But there was just too many people in the party for anything serious to happen. I had already packed my things and left them in the lobby and we were with many seminar participants when we went back to the lobby, leaving me no chance nor alibi to go up the elevator with her. We said good night to each other and bade each other farewell as they were leaving the country early the following morning.

To keep the link between us, I emailed her the lyrics of a song she was struggling to remember that evening. She responded and that led to us talking about the meaning of the song, how we felt about music and, eventually, how we felt as we were singing those tunes that night. But we were an ocean apart and so nothing really could be expected of it until she told me a few months after that seminar that she had another business travel to my city. When she came, she simply told me where she was staying  and I went to see her in her hotel room.

MILF Lover


Shy Surprise

May 6, 2012

I first met Lea when we participated in a four-day training in her home country, Vietnam. But I did not really take notice of her because she acted and dressed modestly. It was only one year later when we had a three-day follow-up seminar in Jakarta that she caught my attention. Our country delegations were seated in the same table and it was then that I started to notice her charm behind her shyness. I also suspected that I had caught her attention. On the first day, we were asked to introduce ourselves to the other participants seated at the table and then nominate someone else whom we would like to introduce themselves after we were done. Of the 10 of us, she picked me.

We were seated apart from each other on the first day but I took every chance to strike a conversation with her during breaks. By the second day, we were seated next to each other.  I learned that she was a medical doctor and was married with young kids. She also had a mild sense of humor – as much as her Confucian culture could afford her. Trying out a seduction technique I got off the internet, I tried leaning a leg next to hers to see if she’d move away or maintain physical contact and, true to her conservative demeanor, she moved away. I thought – as far as theory goes – that was not good. If she had not moved, that would have indicated that she was comfortable with a little contact with me. At least, that is what the author of that web posting said. Anyway, my hopes were sort of dashed and so I was only too happy when she suggested that we can go out for coffee after the group dinner that evening.

Since a number of my fellow delegates knew me personally and professionally, I thought it would be prudent not to make it so obvious for them and so I decided to sit with others during dinner and it just so happened that I was seated next to the administrative assistant of the conference organizer who was young and pretty and carried a good conversation. It was a big mistake and I realized it soon after I saw Lea’s awkward reaction when we walked past each other as we were being shown around the mall right after dinner. I didn’t get to have coffee with Lea that night. She promptly disappeared and, since I didn’t know her room number, I couldn’t contact her.

In the morning of the third and last day of the seminar, I noticed that she took a different seat from the previous day, even though the seat next to mine, which was where she sat the previous day, was still empty when she came in. I approached her during the morning tea break and she was rather distant. She sat with others during lunch. But she started to warm up to me again by the afternoon tea break and so we got to sit next to each other during the group dinner. We agreed to go for some ice cream right after.

As it turned out, looking for ice cream at nine in the evening in that part of town wasn’t so easy. We ended up buying the last couple of ice cream on sticks from a diner where the staff was busy cleaning up in preparation for closing. We walked around the block as we ate our treat until we decided to sit in a partially sheltered space along the sidewalk. We talked about work and family life for a good hour and a half. She brought up the topic about ‘how men are’ and I responded with the topic of ‘how women are’. Then it started to drizzle and I asked her if she’d like us to ‘go back to our hotel’. She agreed and we promptly walked towards the hotel which was just a couple of minutes away. As we walked towards the elevator, I saw that there was a big group of people waiting there and, thinking that I still needed to work out if she was open to having me come to her room or vice-versa and a crowded elevator wouldn’t allow me to do that, I sort of pretended to make an inquiry at the front desk hoping she’d take my cue. She didn’t and, by the time I realized that, she was gone.

It took some half an hour or so for me to find out out her room number and work out how to call her using the hotel phone which was annoyingly not too user-friendly at that time. After finally managing to call her, I fumbled with what to say until I cautiously asked: I was wondering if you would… you know, if I could…’

And then this seemingly shy woman surprised me by helping me out and asking: ‘Would you like to come to my room?’ Of course I lost no time to say ‘yes’ and run up to her room.

Amateur Player


A Painfully Handsome Boss

May 21, 2009

bossI had been working in a multinational company for four years. My boss of one year was young, rich, painfully handsome, smart, and very much engaged. I can’t deny the fact that I found him extremely attractive (I can’t actually imagine that there would be any woman out there who wouldn’t). In the last couple of months, we had been working very closely together since he was very hands-on guy and meticulous. We would work until late in the evening, have dinner together and talk on the phone for hours. In short, we became very close friends.

A few weeks earlier, our group had a celebration and all of us had a too much to drink. After the party, my boss accompanied me to my car. He was very gentlemanly, guiding me by lightly putting his hand at my back or on my elbow. The only physical contacts we ever had before were handshakes. When we got to my car, we said our good-byes and, to my shock, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It came as a shock and so I wasn’t able to move. I didn’t respond to his kiss but neither did I push him away. I was just glad I was able to drive home safely. He sent me a text message soon after saying ‘drive safe. let me know when you get home. goodnight’. I didn’t respond to him that night as I felt really awkward. I decided to think that it was alcohol at work when he kissed me. But, for some reason, I wasn’t able to get over it.

When I went to the office the next working day, I pretended like nothing happened. When I went to his office to get some reports signed, he seemed okay and we said nothing of what had happened. When lunchtime, he called me up and asked if we could have a working lunch on the pretext that he wanted to discuss a new project. I, of course, could not say no and so I agreed to meet with him though I suspected it was anything but a new project. At lunch, our conversation was about business and mundane chatter up until the main course when he said ‘about last weekend..’ ‘Here it comes’, I said to myself. ‘Why didn’t you text me when you got home?’, he asked. I just said that I didn’t get his message until the morning but he wanted to talk about what happened. I told him: ‘Let’s forget about it. I’d like to pretend that nothing happened. You were just drunk. Think nothing of it. I’m fine.’ He insisted on saying that he couldn’t stop thinking about me saying he wanted it, that he wanted me that night and that he still did. When I pointed out that he was engaged, he just said he didn’t care. But I said: ‘I do. You’re engaged. You’re my boss. End of story.’ He kept saying that we should talk about it, indicating that he had feelings for me but I didn’t talk anymore. I couldn’t. I was so confused that I don’t actually know how the lunch ended.

The next day, I filed a week-long medical leave. Three days into my leave, I got a text message from him saying ‘I’m coming over. We need to talk’. He knew where I lived and that I lived alone because he had visited my home a few times before. When he came that night, I no longer put up a struggle and we did it right there and then.


Can I Have a Massage for Dessert?

May 11, 2009

Japanese GirlIt had been half a year since Rizza and I had shared an office together with two other fellow postgraduate students. After all that time, I still had not gotten to know her that well. I wasn’t really someone who could start and sustain conversations and her being the typically quiet, business-like Japanese didn’t help either. All I knew was that she had a boyfriend. I met him a couple of times when he visited her at the office.

It was therefore a good thing that we got to chat more the last couple of weeks. It was actually a big jump to the point that we agreed on having dinner together at my place. We were both foreign graduate students and were living in the same apartment complex near our school. Each of us were to prepare a popular dish from our home countries to help us get to know each other and our respective cultures more.

I was sharing my unit with another foreign student but he had gone on vacation so we had the unit all to ourselves. She cooked this nice Japanese dish and I cooked a chicken soup that was popular back home. I was kind of apprehensive because the dish had a rather strong and unusual character. It was a sour soup – you either like it or hate it, nothing in between. Thankfully, she seemed to have enjoyed it a lot. After dinner, we sat on the couch watching TV but, a couple of minutes after, she asked me if I knew how to give a massage. I had to ask her to repeat her question because it was really unexpected and I thought I had misheard her. She went on to explain that she was feeling some discomfort behind her neck. Fortunately, I was prepared it. I had read a couple of books on the topic and had a little experience giving a massage. I told her that it would be best if she was on a flat surface and so I suggested that we go to my bedroom. She agreed and I quickly switched off the TV.

I started with her neck and then asked if she wanted me to do her back as well. She agreed. I only had a lamp on in the room so she didn’t feel too exposed when I asked her to removed her sweater. Underneath, she only had a thin black satin undergarment. I took all the time that I could massaging her back and arms while kneeling on the bed right next to her. A little later, she muttered that it might be best if we did not mention anything about this to her boyfriend. I assured her I won’t. This gave me the courage to be bolder. From a kneeling position next to her, I moved my right knee over her and and mounted her at her butt. I had a pair of jeans on but I was quite sure she felt my serious hard on. This went on for another 10 minutes and I asked her if she wanted me to do her legs. This time, she declined. This left me with just her upper back to work on and I took another 20 minutes working on it before I felt I should stop before I overdid it. Not sure how she would react, I planted a kiss on her right cheek as I gave her hand a final squeeze and rested my body over hers. I heard her giggle a bit. Encouraged, I planted another kiss. No reaction. I gave her another and another and, as I was doing this, she was turning her face towards me until our lips met. She then started to turn her body to face towards me all the while we were locked in a kiss.

Noel


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