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 (PH)


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.


An Unexpected Encounter

May 11, 2009

AirplaneIt was an end to yet another out of town trip – the plane ride home would take one hour and 45 minutes. I really hated this part of my job because it took me away from home where I felt most comfortable. When I arrived at the airport, the power was down so everything had to be done manually. No problem – I was just happy to be on my way home. As I entered the departure lounge, I immediately noticed the shapely silhouette of a woman who, I swear, could have just jumped out of the cover of a magazine. Her skin was as pale as snow. Her figure suggested she could have been a model. The way she carried herself told me she wasn’t someone you’d find just anywhere. My first impression was that she could have very well been a mistress (as against a wife) of a congressman or tycoon. Feeling the very strong attraction, I did the exact opposite of what my male senses wanted me to do. I looked for the farthest seat in the lounge and took my place there. Like I said, I was just happy to be going home. It was all and well until boarding time and I found myself seated right next to (who else but) her. For a full ten minutes or so, I fidgeted with everything in front of me – the in-flight magazine, the earphones, the safety instructions – the barf bag. All the while, I was asking myself – Is God testing me? I had been married for seven years then and, while I had started to appreciate the beauty of other women, I had never been with one other than my wife. Finally, I decided that I should at least talk to her since we were seated right next to each other. I realized that in this big world full of hundreds of millions of peoples, we may never ever cross paths again after this chance encounter. After a shaky self-introduction, we got off to a good exchange about where we hailed from, our work and our family lives. I learned that Catherine was a senior provincial officer from a southern province and she was traveling to do some business at central office. I found out that she had teenage children but that she was separated from her husband who was having problems with substance abuse. I was 30 and she was 38 then. I told her that I taught in a university and about being married and having two beautiful children. I was very open about how attached I was to them and how dedicated I was to my family. It was then that I confided to her that I had no regrets about marrying early (I married at 23) except on the few occasions when I met a woman as beautiful and physically attractive as her. After her initial surprise, she quietly thanked me for the compliment. We went silent for a while and there was a danger that the direction the conversation took would have left us that way for the rest of the trip. I gathered the courage to restart the conversation by asking her if she found me attractive. I wasn’t in my best shape. I had gained several pounds over the years and I was wearing an unkempt mustache and so I wasn’t really confident with myself. After hesitating a bit, she told me she did. I then asked her if she wanted to spend a couple of hours alone with me after the plane landed. She looked at me with her light brown eyes searchingly – as if asking me if I was not just joking or leading her on. I was already committed so I held my ground and just stared into her eyes. Finally, she reached for an airline napkin, wrote something on it and handed it to me. It read: ‘Are you clean?’ I borrowed her pen and – with hands trembling a bit perhaps from the adrenaline – I wrote ‘Absolutely’. After reading it, she looked away and stared at the seat in front of her. I waited a while to allow her to gather her thoughts before silently calling her attention and asking ‘Do you’? Again, I got a long searching look before she gave me a nod and looked away. I took her hand and gave it a light, reassuring squeeze. That was my first experience with another woman. I found out that it was also her first experience with another man. This is one of the most unforgettable experiences in my life.

First Timer

Between Consenting Academics

April 21, 2009

spa_massage_mastheadI met Rose on campus. She was being given a tour of the school facilities by a program officer when I came across them and we were introduced to each other. Because the program officer had another matter to attend to, I was left with the task of showing Rose around and telling her what kind of support she can expect from the university. I found out that, while she was married, she was there on her own as a foreign student. I too was a foreign student there and had been away from my family for eight months or so. Before we parted, we agreed to a get-together between fellow foreign students at her place. We had dinner two days later with each of us contributing a dish. She was renting a room in a four-bedroom house but the other rooms were vacant so we had the whole house to ourselves.

I found Rose really attractive even though she was eight years my senior. Thus, I couldn’t avoid imagining what could happen between us while we were all by ourselves in that house. But the after dinner conversation was really quite innocent. We talked about our families and our work. I learned that she had a teenage son and that she was teaching in university back home. I told her I had three kids and that I also taught in a university in my home country. Just about this time, she got a call and she went into her bedroom for a few minutes to take the call. When she came out, she explained that it was her husband and we quickly went back to our idle talk. The topics went from academic interests to hobbies and skills. We learned that we both enjoyed cooking. I volunteered to take her to the local Chinatown where she can shop for fresh produce. Wanting to explore how open she was to something more than a post-dinner chatter, I mentioned that I knew massage. When she asked what the difference was between a Swedish and a shiatsu massage, I used her right forearm to illustrate it. It was a very impersonal contact in a way. Since the night was wearing on, I felt that I needed to go but we agreed that I’d be back early the following morning to take her to Chinatown.

As soon as I arrived early the next morning, she offered me a cup of tea. I nodded and followed her to the kitchen. While she was pouring the tea, I couldn’t help but notice her figure. She had on a loose pair of pink sports jacket and pants over a dark gray spaghetti blouse but her outfit still managed to show a curvy figure. I was looking at her figure and butt all the while I was following her back to the living room with the cup of tea in my hand. As we sat next to each other on the couch, she explained that she may not be able to make the trip to Chinatown because she wasn’t feeling well. She said she was up most of the night doing some writing work. For a second there, I thought – ‘There goes the day’. But then I asked if she could use a rub and she said ‘yes’ almost before I cold finish asking. I promptly started massaging her head but then she asked if I wanted to use ointment. Of course, I agreed and she went into her room to get it. After gathering my composure for a couple of seconds, I followed her into the room where she handed me a bottle. Before assuming her position on her bed, she shut her bedroom door and engaged the two locks.

Before settling in, she took off her jacket to reveal her gorgeous figure. After massaging the back of her head, I asked if she wanted me to do her back and she again quickly said yes. After her back, I asked if she wanted me to work on her legs and I got the same quick answer. It felt so good as I was taking off her pants to reveal a pair of black panties and flawless legs. As I was working on her thighs, I couldn’t help but extend the motions to touch her crotch. No reaction from her. When I finished the back of her legs, I turned her over and worked upwards from her feet, the front of her legs, her stomach and her shoulders. It was when I rolled up her blouse to work on her shoulders that I saw the full glory of her breasts. I could freely look at them because her eyes were closed. Unable to contain myself, I started kneading them. To be honest, even after all that had happened I had half-expected her to sit up and slap me. But she didn’t. At first, she just took deeper breaths but, a little later, she was already moaning. It was then that I gathered the courage to plant a kiss on her lips. She pushed me back lightly for a second or so before she started kissing me back.

Lucky Guy

Pregnant Pause

April 19, 2009

pregnantI was five months pregnant with my second child and so I wasn’t exactly in my best form. Still, this didn’t seem to be a problem for James. We had been office mates for more than a year and he had shown more than a professional interest in me since we met. He was always generous with compliments and was very thoughtful. There would be days when I’d just find a bar of chocolate or a cupcake on the table and I’d find out it was from him. And in the last previous weeks, James had been stepping up his game. He’d tell me I look hot and make increasingly suggestive comments that would have sounded offensive if not for the fact that I liked him. Well, it was more like lusted from him. He was very yummy in the way he dressed and carried himself.

A few of us had to do overtime one evening to get a document in the following day. He sat next to me in my cubicle as we worked on the numbers. Initially, I was too focused on the work to notice how closely he had moved towards me. What caught my attention was his hand lightly cupping mine while he was seemingly absorbed in studying the document I was holding. I don’t know if it was in spite or because of the stress but I suddenly felt so darn horny. Of course, I initially pretended that I didn’t notice what he was doing. It stayed that way for a few minutes until one of our office mates came by to say that she was done and that she was leaving. He quickly let go of my hand and moved away from me. To me, this changed everything. Up to that time, I had thought it prudent to keep him at bay for fear that he lacked discretion. He kind of had a playboy image in the office. His suave move told me I could trust his sense of discretion.

After we said bye to our office mate, I went back to looking at the document and he quickly moved closer towards me – even closer than before. By this time, I was getting fidgety and very wet down there. It seems counter-intuitive but there is something about pregnancy that gets my sexual drive up. I find myself initiating sex with my husband more often when I am pregnant than when I am not. When I couldn’t help it any longer, I turned to him and asked him what he was doing. Rather than shirk away, he threw a confident smile, looked me in the eye and told me that he really found me extremely attractive.

I hadn’t expected that reaction and so I was left speechless. We sat there staring at each other for a moment and then, without a word, we started kissing. But fearing that another office mate might come along, I pulled back and told him we couldn’t do it there. He stood up and very lightly pulled my hand as he led me to the copy room. There, in the unlit room, I gave the lucky bastard one of the most memorable heads in his life.

Flirty Gal