By SexyStan
A chill that felt warm and fuzzy to the touch ran down my spine as I struggled to lift my head up just a little, just in time to watch my throbbing dick disappear into the warmth of Lorraine’s mouth…
I groaned uncontrollably, in absolute ecstacy and pleasure, and I couldn’t have wished for anyone to kill me more at that moment as my heart whirled, awakened and fully aware of how emotional I felt, and leapt crashing into the very rib cage that kept it in…
I tugged away at the first button of my shirt, now loosened and hanging loosely as I tried desperately to loosen my tie. It was warm and in steamy in the car; As for me, sweaty… as I could feel the beads of perspiration form on my forehead and temples…
I squirmed in my seat uncontrollably as I felt Lorraine’s tongue run up my dick before promptly placing it once more in her mouth… As warm wetness engulfed it, I could hear the words “I love you…” form in my head…. Big mistake, that much I know, and struggled to fight these words from forming in my mouth…
I held my tongue stiff to prevent those words from forming and in their place, was intermittent, masculine panting… I could feel her suction whirling around the head of my manhood as she ran her nails gently around the contours of my balls, occasionally peering at me with half opened, sleepy eyes…
She slurped a little and moaned, like a 3 year-old girl (its just an analogy, not meant to create any sick paedophilic fantasies here, damn it!) tasting solid food for the 1st time and trying to tell her parents how good it tasted with her mouth full and stuffed…
It was too much for me take… like I mentioned earlier, I almost died there and then in the seat (You might recall news of a couple who died in the car on our LianHe WanBao about 1-2 years back? Well, I cannot explain how the girl died… but I honestly suspected if I were the die, this would be how I died…). I could feel an eruption forming just beneath the skins and tissues of my dick…
I continued to groan in a pleading fashion that spells “Spare me… Spare me from the torture….” when clarity filled my head once more…
“Cut it dude… its wrong…” The angel of me spoke. Calmly, Gently, I gave her bobbing head a nudge as I tried to upright myself…
“Lorraine, that’s enough…” I heard myself say…
“You didn’t like it?” Her eyes were squinted into a slit as she asked innocently with a slight disappointment…
I laughed as I struggled to pull up the green jersey of my still throbbing champion (from Celtic if you recall my earlier posts… hahaha). Yes… You’ve scored a goal… so what… match’s far from over… I could hear the manager in me screaming at its champion midfielder and playmaker from the sidelines…
“I loved it…” I laughed as I found my voice…. I looked right into her now wide-open, smiling eyes and held her hands…. “But I’m late for work…”
Lorraine chuckled once more, the chuckling sounding more like a baby’s coo…
She planted a kiss on my cheek once again before pulling everything on her that’s now down up once more… Finding the band, or rather, scrunchy, that snapped right out of place, she tidied her hair into an orderly bunch once more… before turning around and smiling at me… “Yea… Glen’s almost ended school… Guess we better run…”
Once again, hands on wheels (no longer shifting the gearstick… I’m the manual transmission that requires gear shifting, her car’s fully automated), seatbelt buckled, the car whirled steadily into life as it climbed slowly out of its protective lot….
I don’t think anyone has seen us… We have not encountered anyone yet… I looked around, trying to spot any persons whom may be hiding behind pillars with a camera thinking about how much points he’d be upped if he posts it in SBF and how much attention if he posted it in STOMP… No one… I recalled feeling relieved before a fuzzy feeling filled my heart once more when I saw Lorraine’s face, now focused on manuevering her car down the slopes of the MSCP.
I so wished I can tell her how much I love her… I’m pretty sure I did…
“What?” She turned around and laughed, her eyes twinkling once more in the noon sun that hits the exiting car from the dim MSCP and reflected in her eyes from the windshield as she turned around to find me staring right back at her with appreciation that cannot be spelt…
She gave a gentle smile before saying after a brief pause… “Don’t I know you from somewhere…Mister?” We completely cracked at that joke as she planted another kiss before the traffic light which was red turned green….
The 10 minutes drive to my office was pretty much in silence as we both tried hard to maintain our nonchalent and unaffected demeanor in a leisurely poised manner after that kiss before the traffic light, as we tried to pretend that we were simply enjoying our moment of mutual silence as well as the music that’s coming out from her tweeters.
Truth be told, music was good as this girl as a taste in music (except for stupid ole fergulicious… lol), but nothing her stereos were playing were getting into our heat-fried brains…
“Ok… Guess you are here…” She quipped as she pulls the car over by the road for a stop…
“Yea… I guess…” Reluctance was every bit in my tone and none of those efforts to hide it were evident.
“Hey Stan…” My ears pricked. First time she called me Stan as I could feel my heart skip a bit…. “Wait…”
I turned my head around to face her, unsure and afraid of whatever she was gonna say next…
My anticipation grew to a roaring crescendo as it formed in my pursed, curled lips…. Evading my eye, Lorraine said “Nothing… Ummm… have a great day at work yea? Toodlez…” Before breaking into a warm, hearty smile…
I sat rooted in my seat even after she said that…. counting down the seconds… 1s… 2s… I didn’t know how to react as I stared at her bearming smile…. On the third passing second though, her beauty dawned on me once more as I leaned forward and kissed her smack right on her lips…
You could see that look of pleasant surprise mixed with complete uber shock form on her face as she chuckled… “Thanks Stan… toodlez…” She said firmly…. “You are late… & So am I…”
I walked into the lift of my office building like a zombie, the graphical scenes which Lorraine I just shared playing repeatedly in my head. Well, two scenes in my head actually, one of the said replays, the other one a scene showing a steamy chariot whereby all windows were fogged when all of a sudden, a hand slaps on one the side window before sliding downwards, creating the blurred trail of a palm against the dense condensation… Yea the scene from that movie whereby the ship took more than a bloody hour to sink and the entire audience floor wanted to pee but couldn’t as they watched tons and tons of water gush into the gaping broken hull….
I examined my very own reflections in the mirror, uncertain of just how I should feel. Knowing only that work oughtta be the only thing that mattered, I buried myself in calls and tons of paperwork as I tried to numb the emotions in me despite the fact that, well, honestly, I didn’t even know what I was feeling. I only knew I was feeling alot or emo, as some of you might call it. I couldn’t focus though as Lorraines face appeared with every recollection I have of her poise and demeanors.
Once again, the All Holy (or rather “All Holey”, being full of shitholes you take a dump in) and sacred ground of enlightenment and reflection awaits me. I made my way to the gents, in a bid to freshen up, and make sense of what just happened and how to proceed henceforth.
I went back to work without any nirvana or enlightened gain, my mind still infested with worldly woes. Calls after calls, from me to clients, from clients to me again, tons of paperwork, and somemore calls (some of them pure pranks) from friends later, I found myself yearning to hear Lorraine’s voice or engage in some form contact from her. I knew I was yearning by how disappointed I was whenever my phone rang and it wasn’t her, whenever SMSes blipped and it wasn’t her… and by how I was looking at my mobile expectantly even though it wasn’t vibrating and its screen wasn’t even lighted…
Nothing from her, nothing heard at all as my day wore on and my situation-crisis heightened. Then…. “Blip…” and SMS came through my mobile…
Hey Junior…
Hey gal….
I do nt quite knw wat 2 say… or rather hw I shld put it…
I knw hw u r feeling… blif me… wat is it? u knw u cn tell me n e ting… I’m listening… I coaxed… my heart simply yearning and all prepared for whatever she’s going to say…
Well, nthg much really… I juz hope tt after wat happened… U don’t tink I’m promiscuous or sexually wanton… or n e ting
No I won’t silly ger… I’ve nvr seen u in tt lite…
Errr… K… I’m relieved & glad den…
I looked at my mobile, unsure of what to type as I fidgetted its touchscreen….
“Blip…” Another message came in…
Hmmmm… hope u’d a gd day @ wrk…
As the day wore on, I couldn’t take it any more and keyed in Err…. Babe… Juz wnted 2 send u tis…. Muackz… before hitting the send button & watching the animated envelopment fly away and disappear into the background…
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