Woman-Next-Door (Part 10)

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…

Hours passed… No replies…

Woman-Next-Door (Part 9)

By SexyStan

We should have been making-out a good 15mins or so with so much inhibition and now, all traces of that has vanished…

I felt my body lurch towards hers and we were locked in a passionate kiss once more. Our tongue met for the 1st time that day, that moment and for the 1st time after all these while… It wasn’t too long ago that shit happened in her encounter but it did seem like eternity to both of us. We were teasing each other, kindda a mini-game to see who could entice who’s tongue into who’s mouth… Occassionally, she’d take a little bite on my lip or tongue as she sees fit… and each time, I would retaliate by restraining her body against her seat so that she couldn’t move…

Her body squirmed a little under the physical duress I imposed on her as I teased her with deliberate provocation… “So bite me…” I whispered into her ear… and she retaliated by landing three huge chews on my ear lobe, neck and arm…

Promptly after her retaliation for my restraint, she landed a huge wet kiss on my neck. I could feel my spine shudder as thrill ran up towards its enormously physical structure of nerves. My legs tingled as the back of my hair stood on its ends…

She was now pressed into the corner where her door and seat laid and with the encouragement that came with her kiss, my left hand ended on her right thigh with my right remaining on her slender waist… which was now sexily extended due to the beautiful contortions of her body…

How the fark did it get there? …I recalled that question popping in my head the very minute my left hand landed on the top of her thighs, with her denim shorts extending backwards to expose more of it invitingly, before promptly moving down in a ticklish teasing manner. As it ran down and reached the calf, my hand automatically gave it a loving squeeze which brought about another sensuous moan right in my ear…

“Oh…” the soft, gentle yet incredibly wet moan echoed and reverberated my right ear-drums as hot, wet air from her breath poured in… Her breathings grew heavier, the increased movement in her chest which was now pressing against my body moved in tandem with each time my hair stood as air flowed into my ear…

As she ran her tongue romantically around my lobe and down my neck, I gripped her waist passionately with my RH and my left fumbled clumsily with the very steel button and fly which held her denim shorts together.

“Ah…” She lets out a soft moan, her head arching back gracefully before she chuckled cutely while her right hands met my clumsy left on the arms… Gripping it tightly, I could feel her pushing it away gently… and unsurely…

I paused a little and her pushing ensuedl I looked into her eyes once more, pleadingly in a courting fashion. I was unsure too till that cocky look of that farken bastard who did not deserve her appeared once more in my head…

I could see ever so vividly how aloof he looked as I approached the lift lobby and with Lorraine trying to patronize him… How he grunted when I was being introduced without even looking at me while I managed a smile… and how he strutted in and out of the lift without once turning to look at her…

As Lorraine kissed me once more on the neck with her hand still on and attempting to manage my runaway one, I tried once more to fumble at the stubborn button and fly…

Denim shorts are always hard, especially when you have a space constraint. As I fumbled on and she her breathings gained in weight and rhythm, I could feel her grip on my LH relent and the button gave way…

All that stands in our way is just a mere, vulnerable…… fly…

Lorraine giggled in a girlishly playful fashion as the steel button broke loose..

“Hahahaha… You are damn bloody clumsy… Don’t do this very often do you…?” She asked, giggling and in a soft fashion as her zips rolled down in the direction my LH was tugging in…

I retracted my poise slightly and looked at her in a bashful fashion. Honestly, I was embarassed by her comment. Lorraine broke into giggles seeing this. “Kidding baby…” She cooed gently in my ears as she plants another kiss on my left cheek. “Oh…” Lorraine lets out another low-pitched moan softly as I tugged at her Denims gently, revealing her lacy purple G-String snuggled nicely in a triangle where its supposed to be, with a trimmed, sparsely neat bush peering our from the lace nettings…

Lorraine threw her head backwards slightly as the denims slipped just a little above her knees and I parted the string and slid my middle finger into her pussy easily, the fact that it was already moist offering no resistance to my immoral act…

She’s wet. I told myself in genuine appreciation as I savoured her every breath and contortion. Lorraine closed her eyes and grabbed my collar closed to her, pulling me towards her… Once again, our bodies were pressed as I licked her lips, seeking invitation frm her to allow my tongue into her warm, wet mouth… Tough position to main, minimum space, maximum constraint… You guys get the picture…

I could feel my back cramp in discomfort and my arms getting numbed… I couldn’t care less though as my finger continued to work and tease her down there… Most of the time, I would merely slide it up and down without any hints of moving inwards… I would only do so when she let out a loud passionate moan, an excited one… We kissed over and over again and I remembered how sweet her tongue tasted…

I necked her as she placed her left hand right where my bulge was. I remember feeling my manhood throb once, twice then thrice as she stroked it gently before feeling for my fly… Before I know it, the bulge was revealed in the full glory of lime-green stripes with white base, courtesy of CK underwear…

I never had so much laughters in a make-out session before… This time, it was sensual yet lighthearted as well as happiness lingered on over our very heads…

“Hahahaa” Lorraine teased… “That was easy… and that’s how you manage buttons and flies!” She proclaimed proudly. With what seems to be a single flick of her fingers, the button of my pants popped apart (No… again you Horny Goats with the kinkiest of thoughts, it did not POP OUT of its seams, it merely popped open… you know… like how it was meant to do!) and my pants slide downwards a little obediently.

She continued stroking the now exposed bulge in its uniform of lime-green strips… It looks just exactly how Celtic players would look if they ever won the Europa’s Champions League… Hahaha…

She gave a final moan of pleasure as I worked her pussy still, my fingers (just now finger… Now fingers… You guys know the drill, trust I don’t have to be too graphic in the process hor?) enjoying the inviting damp warmness therein. “My car’s too small for all this action…” She said as she held her quivering voice steady… “Or could it be that you are too big?” She whispered, low tone and giggling before motioning for me to get on my seat with a slight push on my chest. Her eyes twinkled as I complied with her directions…

As I laid back on my seat, Lorraine gently reclined hers and requested that I do the same… “Move your seats backwards… big guys like you need a little more space” She advised, “Oh yea… recline it slight as well…”

I reached for the lever and as I laid back in a bid to push the seat down into a slightly reclined position, Lorraine pulled the rubber straps of my underwear like how that stupid Celtic players, that I was describing earlier, would look if they took/ribbed off their jerseys (with green strips) after they had won the Europa’s Champions League (extention of early picture described)…

Throbbing, extended and hard, she slid her fingers sensually down the length of it creating a whirlwind of sensations with her nails and before sliding it into her mouth via very controlled lips…

I almost died then… No Kidding…

Woman-Next-Door (Part 8)

By SexyStan

The floor on which Lorraine’s car was parked at was moderately high, that was how she preferred it. Her favourite spot, her favourite floor… “To keep the vandals out…” She’d say while laughing in her girlish yet womanly manner. “Some stupid muthafarka scratched it before… damn long…!(scratch damn long, not anything else she was referring to that point in time horny goats… keep it in context!)… Not cheap to get a paintjob done, not worth it for such stupid damages…” was her reply when I recalled asking her on the third time I took a ride in her car on why she preferred to park it so high up for a lady such as herself, having observed that it was thrice in the same lot on the same floor.

She likes her car sheltered, just like how I sensed she had hoped to have that similar shelter in her life; That pillar from which her car hides behind from full view of hunting vandals to be in her life; To hide her from the a scratch such as that her car once bore, from happening in her life. That scratch, a testament of a minimal deed of vandalism causing maximum damages in restition thereafter…

Sheltered lot, moderately high floor, coupled with the time being moderately late in the morning whereby most people’s day would have commenced and most cars driven out, we were well protected from the views of nosy HDB dwellers. The floor was mostly filled with empty lots with the view was well kept out by a tall protective concrete pillar in white-washings, our passionate yet gentle kisses were well private and between only the two of us. That MSCP floor, public yet so private between the two of us, was causing our gentle kisses to scream “MORE!”…

I could sense her breath as our lips were interlocked, meeting each other with rthyme and deliberation that didn’t do too well to hold either of us back. My ran my fingers through her cropped hair repeated, occasionally running into the band and bunch that holds it all together still, the only thing that’s in order despite the disorder that’s filling the car now…

We both knew it was disorderly, which was why the kisses were so gentle and deliberate. We couldn’t help it which was why the time-span in seconds, of which our lips met each time it seperated was lengthening gradually with the time-span in nano-seconds of which they seperated diminishing…

Seconds seemed like hours as my hands caressed her head and hair ever so gently with her and her left hand was now on my right cheek, occasionally rubbing the lobes of my ears, with her head nestling on her headrest supported by my palm. Her touch felt warm and gentle.

CK’s very successful marketing tagline for its line of watches showing a naked couple kissing echos the silence in the car and the gentleness of our kisses…

“Take your time…” I heard the silence whisper in our ears…

As I mentioned in the previous post, I am currently making my way back home in a public transport and am crafting the development thus far on my lappy and mobile broadband. It is thus clear that I am a fledging youngling who’s working towards that pride of owning my own set of wheels someday just like many bros here would have accomplished and those who hadn’t, dream and aim towards.

Having said all these, because I do not own my own mode of transportation, I never had any idea of what it was like to make out, or in the trophy encounters some bros here have had and had been so unselfish to share in their postings, make ‘love’ instead of ‘out’, behind a dashboard and in the protection of the steel body and comfort of leather seats. It did feel weird for me though for my virgin encounter then, for I have seen and read enough (courtesy of developments in Information Technology, Mass Media & generous postings from bros) to know that the male ought to be in the driver’s seats… Hahaha… (Damned…)…

The gentle kisses and echoing silence continued as the flames of passion burnt on, our longing, mutual respect and attraction its very fuel. My lips worked their way across her cheeks and to her neck, making small, gentle nibbles… While our engagements thus far had been gentle, you could sense the tension and anticipation heighten and solidy within that very steel body that we were both cocooned in…

Her beautiful features now seemed so clear in the close proximity, with me making out the hint of a pink blush forming beneath her very light make-up. Lorraine, gently and slowly, tilted her head a slight 40 degrees to her right, allowing me more exposure to work with; Her eyes closed as she lets out the occasional soft, low, sensual moans. I could feel her right hand, now on my tie and left hand, now on my waist tighten their grips as I put my tongue on her slender neck, which now seem long and beckoning, and ran it upwards to where her ear lobes were…

Clarity filled my head as my senses heightened once more; My nostrils widening to let in more of the vapour filled with her wonderously feminine smell as I detected the sweet hints of flowers from her shower foam and spicyness from the alluring female fragrance that she wore… With the heat of whatever that was happening, the vapour felt like steam… boiling hot as it enters my nose…

The atmosphere seemed so suppressed, as our gentle making-out progressed. I guess its due to our situations then, that we were both held back despite both of us really wanting it the go the other way instead. We were both waiting for a sign to confirm the mutual concession to move on further…

This was when it happened. Still kissing the lobes of her ears gently and with my left hand still caressing the back of her head, my fingers hit the band that held her hair still in an orderly bunch once again…

The band gave way in a snap (No, it didn’t snap… Lol… We weren’t that violent… Lol… It merely flew out coz my fingers were in the way…) and her hair was let down once again, the stylish layers evident before my wide-opened eyes now looking directly into her shy, evading one. Unkempt and sexy, you can be sure that the neatness and orderliness of whatever that was held together just now was now gone with that very ‘snap’ echoing covering the very screams of silence I described earlier.

A gentle kiss on her forehead, then tip of her nose, followed lastly by one on her lips was met by a bite… a forceful one from her, on my lips…

As I backed away a little and pulled my head away while her gentle, sweet smile manifested on her face, I found my lips parting with these words formed…

“Blow me…”

“WTF did you just say…?” A bewildered voice, which could only be mine, screamed in my head as clarity dawned on me once more coupled with the hysterically amused chuckles from Lorraine… She was hell tickled, I wasn’t…. as embarassment and sheepishness hit me like a log in my face. She was in absolute disbelief and so was I, no matter how much I had always known that I wanted her…

I could feel my body shudder at the sheer stupidity of my request… wait… a request should sound along the lines of “Could you blow me please baby…”… “Blow me…” sounds like a demand in every aspect; Well not exactly an unreasonable one, but a horrendously stupid one (It still sounds damn stupid to me now the way I asked it as the scene replays while I’m writing this…)…

Her chuckles continued while I fidgetted with discomfort…

“What..?” Lorraine fought back her tears of amused disbelief while taking her time to study my contorted face, the twinkling in her hazel eyes magniflied by a slight sexy crowline forming at their corners and the double eye-lid that frames it with the lucious long brows that they come with.

She uprights her body gently, looked me right in the eyes, and connected with the man behind them, before leaning forward gently towards me. The tip of our noses met once more, before she planted another kiss on my lips coupled with another firm bite on my lips…

“Well, my car’s too small for that…” She said firmly in her own unique composed tone which I know so well before breaking into a deliberate pause… With her unkempt hair moving slightly on her ‘pixie-fied’ face with a slight draft coming from God-knows-where considering all doors and windows were closed…

“But I guess I could try…” The low, composed tone turned into a lively, chuckling one with a hint of shyness as she evaded my eyes once more… the hint of blush which I had detected earlier on now filled with a slightly darker shade of rose. As the words came our of her lips, her slender shoulders pulled backwards into a sheepish shrug before pulling me towards her with both her hands once more…

Woman-Next-Door (Part 7)

By SexyStan

As Lorraine dragged on my cigarette with me dragging on mine, I knew something was seriously wrong. She never referred to a cigarette as a fag before. “May I have a smoke/puff/cigarette” were terms she used… never fag.

She continued dragging her cigarette and moments passed in silence. This time round, the silence was no longer awkward and you could sense her deliberating… finally…

“What do you think of Darren?” She asked, the lips curled around the sides…

“What???” Pause was my reply before I came up with this… “Honestly? Muthafarker…”

She laughed hysterically at my straight-forwardness…. “Oh junior… “, gave me a pat on my shoulders and looked me in the eye…

“You know you once asked me how come plans are only drawn up taking into account myself and my son?” She said in a cold, serious tone…

I maintained my silence and composture whilst trying hard to soften my gaze on her… I knew something was coming… something big that she’s gonna let me in on….

“Coz I married him becoz I had to…”

Lorraine then proceeded to tell me the story of Darren and her. Darren was an aspiring young man, full of potential but none the heart. He is considered a high-flyer within the force. Woman would consider him a golden catch, his prospects, background and all but he was a player…. from their dating days… he was already a player. Having heard her story, I was convinced that Darren was never a man to begin with… he was a boy….

Darren had courted Lorraine with his manliness back then while he was young and suave (well, truth be told, he is still suave)… Lorraine had fallen for him when he, back then, grabbed a guy who was trying to hit on her in a club by the collars and told him “If you think you are good enough for her, why don’t you just try it?” before shoving him away in force before a wide-eyed and naive young Lorraine.

Well, he’s gotten her alright… and many other girls as well. She knew about it but was doubting the relationship only by the time she was pregnant… That was how they ended up together…. This is in gist… of course many more details are in between… but I sense many bros here are inpatient as this is turning into a fucking soap. Haha…

Simply put, he wouldn’t even have married Lorraine if not for the fact that she had the balls to insist giving birth to this child whilst giving up everything she had for it.

Lorraine continued her rants whilst I look on at her in admiration while listening to here tale… This here, is a woman by all definitions, I told myself.

“…and if not for Glen, I swear I’ll fucking kill him!” Lorraine looked in anger before breaking into a smile… “Thanks for listening… I won’t kill him… not to worry. I’m used to him being a complete asshole.”

“Thanks junior, breakfast?”

huh??? again…?

Breakfast was served her place this time… (Yes, I walked her up and waited for her to scramble eggs… I honestly didn’t know that it was gonna be at her place). It was simple, toasts,. scrambled eggs, ham, bread and of course her famous ice-coffee which I so loved.

We continued bitching about her bastard hubby who thinks that as long as he provides, he is god… Of course, to cheer her up, I tried to comfort her by digressing a little…

Since she cooked, I did the dishes… I was running hell late for work and she offered “Since you listened, I’ll drive you to work…”

Work’s actually only 15 mins away from my place if I walked and a similar time taken if on wheels. Crap… lol. However, as she insisted, I could find no reason to reject. We proceeded to the MSCP and towards her car… and this was when and where shit happened again…

Her car was parked in the usual spot where it always is, as long as Lorraine could afford to. I’ve come to identify that that was her special spot.

It was seems to be moderately high (no, not the top of the MSCP) though as she has the impression that would keep vandals away from it (she had her car scratched once upon a time). It would be at a corner, nicely tucked and seperated from other cars by a pillar. Small spot, but then again, she didn’t have a very big car (Didn’t need to… small car for her, moderately okay saloon car for hubby) as the car was for her to pick her cub up and do her groceries as well as the occasional coffee with friends.

I got into the car after she did and she already had her seatbelts buckled.

“Hey… you don’t find it very squeezy for someone big like you meh? Shift the bloody seat back la…” She quipped in an amused voice whilst looking at me struggling with the seat belt and that huge bag I had with me on my lap. “put that bomb of yours in the backseat first la?”

I complied, it made sense after all and I was kindda amazed with my stupidity for not having figured that out earlier (Clarification: I did figure it out but was embarassed to do so as this is not my car after all). Bad timining though, my compliance (and rapid movements) was met with her enthusiasm to help me with my load.

I shifted my body to my right, while being restrained still by the seat belt… and of course bag (or bomb as she called it) just as she shifted her body to her left whilst trying to lift the bag off my laps with the left hand joint my her right hands shortly. I already mentioned the bag was huge, rest assured it was heavy as well with my laptop and numerous files & documentations inside. It wasn’t something a girl of Lorraine’s frame could handle easily…

“Argh…” She said as she tried to manipulate that bomb of my laps… while I was trying to do so as well…. Too much for her to take and with the confusion (or rather concurrence) of both our actions at the same time, she tugging with me tugging as well, her hands gave way and she leaned forward towards me…

“Ouch…” She laughed while I said the same deep down in me. I was met with her enthusiasm to help me with the bomb… and with her head as well. As she looked up in complete embarassment and me to apologise profusely for that unintented boo-boo, our eyes met…

Lorraine backed-off slightly giving her forehead a rub with her right-hand…

“So much for seatbeats… Hahaha… not much good for restraint apparently…” before leaning forward and planting a kiss on my lips….

I was muttering a yeah in agreement with what she said about seatbelts while recovering from the shock of banging my forehead against hers (errr… not so much shock tho… more of feeling apologetic, guilty and clumsy) when her lips met mine…

I had seen her eyes close… I had seen her leaning towards me gently… but the entire timeframe of which she took to do so was less than 3s… I couldn’t possibly have reacted… at least that was what I told myself after that… Deep down, I knew I didn’t react because I wanted her as well… How couldn’t I?

She’s beautiful. All the developments in our friendship and professional relationship in recent weeks and months have caused me to forget just how beautiful she is and turned on I was each time I see her. All that platonic developments have caused me to not pay attention to the way she looked (perhaps even smelt)… I told myself… or was it because I deliberately suppressed all emotions and interests towards her?

I soon found the answer as we continued kissing each other gently on the lips as I was soon aware once again, of how she looked and smelt. Her eyes were closed and so were mine but the minute I opened them to try to get a grip of what’s happening, her beauty was there once more…. Suppression on my part definitely, for her beauty had always been there…

Dark Blue Denim shorts (Denim shorts once more, just the Denim shorts… not the colour… different colour now… Haha) and a white FCUK T-shirt with a really cute caption emblazoned across her chest. Her hair, now slightly longer but short nonetheless, was pulled back and tied into a tiny bunch. Because her hair was now pulled back, the auburn streaks now ran across her hair in a stylishly neat manner, with her fringes, which was too short to be tied up, falling across her face and framing it nicely. She now has one slipper off, nestled nicely to the side of where she’s seated, as she inches forward…

The gentle kissing continued. Her lips were now wet from the kiss, so was mine. They were locked and our heads were now tilted slightly to our left shoulders in a symmetrical manner as we planted kiss after kiss on each other… Silence prevailed in the car…

I shifted my body and lifted my right hand slowly, to place it at the back of her head… running my fingers through her hair while my left hand fidgetted for the red lever on the seatbelt buckle….

“Twack…zip” my seatbelt retracted only to be caught by the left hand of mine that released it from capitivity and restraint. I moved my body slowly to break free… Another twack sound soon followed as Lorraine fidgetted around as well…

All the while, while the seatbelts broke free from their restraint and our bodies fidgtted slowly to break free from our capitivity, our lips remained locked, ever so gently….

Restraint… Capivity… We were now both free… at least, I was sure that was how both we felt at that moment…

Woman-Next-Door (Part 6)

By SexyStan

I spent the next two days being confused about what happened. Not wanting to be distracted from my work & studies, I numbed myself with work and revision so as to prevent myself from thinking about what just happened.

Nonetheless, she’s still my neighbour and my client after all and I cannot avoid the unavoidable. This fact was made known to me on the third day since the last incredulous encounter we shared.

“Wei… avoiding me ah” That voice that greeted me… Shit…. I thought to myself as I stepped out of the lift on the ground floor

“Huh… No ah…” I replied with a smile.. Damn fake I thought.

“No???” Lorraine jested… “Then how come you weren’t downstairs over the last two days to jog? I wait until 6 everyday still don’t see you le….” Pause. “Take it easy. I’m not gonna eat you up… You submitted my case already anot…”

“Yes… Was fully done up yesterday… your cheque was also thrown in already” I replied with a smile… still looking damn fake and more stoned.

“Good… I thought your silly ethical nature will cause you to sit on it… Luckily you still have some brains…” She looked at me with a gentle smile.. “Breakfast?”

Breakfast was the usual, which was what I hate for the first time, the usual chatter without the usual ease. Atmosphere between us was still a little awkward after what happened. But at least this time, I got to pay for the breakfast as I was no longer unemployed. That made me feel better I guess.

It was at MacDonalds, over muffins, sausages & scrambled eggs with shitty Iced Cafe Lattes… That was one thing we laughed over, further loosening any awkwardness in the air. Gradually, as the banter went on, the awkwardness diminished.

The chat wore on over how shitty MacDonald’s service is, how shitty the coffee is… and finally…

“How do you think two persons get attracted?” She asked with her usual point-blank straightness. Ouch, I felt shot.

“When two persons are most drawn to one another no matter how hard they try to fight it?” I found myself answering without even thinking.

“Exactly…” She quipped, her eyes twinkling once again. She paused a moment to examine my expressionless face… and broke into laughter. “So no biggie about what happened betwene us that day right?” Pause… “Like I said, we are both adults…”

“Let’s go… I’ll give you a lift to your office, if that’s where you are headed…”

As I waited for her to get into the her and the moment she did… “I’m attracted to you and I know you are to me as well… Physically, Intellectually, whatever. It is attraction nonetheless.”

She buckled her safety belt and once again, I had a peak of her accentuated bosoms the minute the belt went across her body and into the holster. With a look of indifference, she stepped on the accelerator and we were on our way on road and in thoughts…

The entire day at work… I was not able to focus and I kept hearing Lorraine’s voice ring in my head “How do you think two persons get attracted to one another?” The lively conversation with my dead-panned voice kept going on and on like a broken tape recorder.

Couldn’t take it anymore and I went to the washroom to freshen up. As I washed my face with water, what happened between me and her over the past couple months or so kept replaying in my head. I must be nuts…. I knew I wanted her and yet I know full-well I had to push her away as well. Some brothers encouraged ‘Small head over big head’ but I was not ready to apply that maxim on Lorraine. To me, she was a caring mother, a good wife and a very good friend whom understands me to a great extent, much more than my own friends whom I’ve known for years ever did. My professional relationship with her only serves to complicate things further…

I was also wondering as well and deduced eventually that she was merely teasing me when she said that she was attracted to me. I justified that if she was truely attracted to me, she would share the woes of her marriage (she doesn’t look too happy with it anyway) with me but she never mentioned more than she should nor was ever willing to share more.

I knew I was attracted to her charisma and poise, as well as to how beautiful she looked and how sexy she was. Finally, I convinced myself that I would never have felt any urges if I had not seen her pink nipple… hahaha… coz all guys would be extremely turned on by that…

I decided that I’ll run with her the following day…

I met Lorraine again at 5a.m. the following morning and for many more days to come. These days, as long as its a weekday, we’d make that run together unless it rains.

Life resumed to normal and our friendship grew as nothing was mentioned of that faithful day at her place. To prevent myself from fantasizing, I reminded myself continuously of one observation I made at her place… Her man is one dutiful provider. I did not want to wreck whatever it is that she had then.

We continued our practise of jogging together in the morning and I grew more and more comfortable with presence next to me. We started talking and joking more than ever. Jogs in the morn, the occasional tea or cuppa bundled with our usual hearty banters and jokes. Dinners and weekends are reserved for her family but occasionally she would SMS me for a discreet puff at the staircase. She was a great guidance to me and we would even discuss schoolwork (calculus, economics problems) blah blah blah. We would also discuss about the economy in general and about investments, including investments she or I held. But yes, deep down, I was badly smittened with her.

I finally had a chance to see the husband though… It was one evening, at the lift lobby again when I saw her hubby, Glen and her waiting for the lift car.

I had seen them including the guy of which whom I suspects is her husband (duh… which other man could it be?) carrying huge ikea bags and I queued up behind them next to the lift… Lorraine was turning around to talk to her hubby when she saw me…

“Hey junior…” She smiled as she held onto her hubby’s arms with one hand, the other one restraining her cub. She quickly introduced me as a neighbour, a friend and her… ummm…. ‘financial advisor’. “Stanley, my hubby Darren.” Well guess what, without even looking at me, her husband grunted in impatience.

WTF… there you have a beautiful woman for a wife who’s trying to talk to you and all you did was maintain your aloof silence. That’s not it, when she introduces a friend, neighbour and ‘advisor’ to you… you bloody grunt without even turning your eye or batting and eyelid.

That was it. I found myself eyeballing him. Truth be told, he is imposing… strong mascular frame & tall. Few guys can match me in terms of height but this one can. In fact, he was taller (damned). Nonetheless, I eyeballed him till he strutted into the lift without even waiting for his lovely wife.

I was enraged…. that guy’s a complete brute… a farken Uruk-hai from LOTR. Piece of shit regular…. Cocky bastard. Nonetheless, I sensed Lorraine’s discomfort and anger (shows on her face) and backed down….

Pressing the common floor button and subsequently holding the door open while the bastard struuted before Lorraine without giving two hoots about her, I watched as she turned left awkwardly to her apartment…

I’m starting to realize why she was unhappy and the worthy impression of ‘dutiful provider’ was beginning to change.

We continued our morning runs and occasional lunches and tea. Each time we ran, I would be trying real hard to observe Lorraine from all aspects and what warranted such a behaviour from her Hubby, Darren. Due to what happened between us at her place the previous time, I couldn’t help but wonder if she had been promiscuous or unfaithful towards her. Yet, the more I knew about her, the more I found that unlikely. On hindsight today, I can tell you its practically impossible of her but everybody has a breaking point no matter.

I did not ask and she did not speak of it, neither what happened between us back then nor what happened between her husband and her. I did not have to wait for long when I was heading off to work when I heard a very familiar agitated voice.

“Who the fuck is she! You better tell me know… It’s no longer about the both of us anymore! We fucking have Glen now and if you are a fucking man….”

Lorraine was railing at the top of her voice at a the void deck of a different block, not too far away from ours. I saw her put the phone down in anger and complete exasperation as she sat down on the stone chairs.

“Girl… you ok?” I found myself walking towards her, genuinely concerned. She wasn’t crying, but had a drop, or two, tears welling in her eyes. Knowing her, those weren’t tears of sadness… it was tears of anger. She calmed herself down and looked into my eyes, point-blank and expressionless…

“Can I have a fag junior…”?

Woman-Next-Door (Part 5)

By SexyStan

Throughout the presentation, lorraine only raised minor questions to justify why I made my recommendations as such. She shared with me her concerns & her needs which I heard her loud and clear and take into account to slowly modify the presentation to her needs. She’s a technical person, like I am, so I hear her loud and clear even without her telling me all these.

Other than hearing her though, I was hearing another voice screaming in my head “Its pinK! Its pink!” and a third one “Shut up you farking perv!she’s a client, a friend and she’s married!”. The exposed nipple popped up from time to time in slow motion… the exposed gap of her dress opening up slowly more and more till it is exposed…. It was driving me crazy and I was having a hard-on. As I was wearing those tight tapered pants around the ankles, I was afraid the bulge would show…

“If I might ask, how come you are only planning for Glen & yourself…” I asked in the most professional tone I could muster… “You were formerly from the same industry as well… I trust your judgment and I don’t believe there are recommendations I can make that you don’t know of…”

I was trying hard to concentrate but I have been finding it extremely difficult to focus, more so as the presentation dragged on by, as I was easily distracted by her every movement, her gentle shifting of positions, each time she bends over to look at my presentation or to raise earnest questions… The nipple was nothing. She is so beautiful…

But having completed my question, my focus was drawn to a hint of unhappiness in her eyes… Tragic I would say… she willed a smiled by curling her lips… but the gaze in her eyes did not change?

“Liked the coffee?” She got up from her seat… “I’ll get you some more…”

The incredulous part comes now… with its endings even more incredulous. My eyes were wide-opened with shock when it happened…

I was lying back on the couch when Lorraine came back with the coffee again… As she walked out of the Kitchen, I had a good view of her. She is so beautiful… she set my coffee down and was exposed once more… No nipples though this time… Just the cleavage. It was enough to drive me nuts.

I held my breath as Lorraine recovered to an upright position. She then walked behind me and around the couch I was on to take a seat next to me. I could feel my hands quiver as I reached for the new glass of coffee… It is a good cup of coffee… Starbucks can’t compare… I told myself, trying to focus on the glass that is in my hands as I sipped from it with deliberated appreciation.

“So where do I sign?” Lorraine asked as she leaned towards me. I could feel her left breast on my arm as her voice gently travelled into my ear. I could feel my senses heighten… My sense of hearing detecting a type of sensuality I know to be in her but never seen it manifest… my sense of touch detecting the erected pink nipple on her ample bosom (I do not know the size though… but agar-logy tells 34c?) which I had a peek of and now feel pressing on my arm…

Coffee was now flying in all directions as she chuckles concurrently… She reached for a piece of tissue from the box that is on the coffee-table…

“Here…” She attempted to wipe the coffee off my stained sleeve. In doing so, she leaned closer to me and that was when the strap on her lft shoulder slid down her slender arms….

With the strap holding whatever that’s flimsy piece of cloth that supposed to be held together out of the way, you can be sure whatever that flimsy piece of cloth was supposed to be cover is now left uncovered….

Well, just part of it, not all of it. But what was elusive is now clarity, with 3/4 of her left breasts exposed and her left nipple sticking out invitingly… It was a beautiful sight to behold… something I’d that bring a tear to my eye. But no, at that moment, when all else stood still, so did my breathe.

Regaining composture, Lorraine brought the strap up to her shoulders once more whilst working on the stain on my sleeves… “Ooops… awkward……” She teased….

In my mind, I was thinking how the fuck can this crazy bitch be so composed! I’m already losing my sanity! But being professional, my face managed to muster a simple smile and I muttered…. “Yea… awkward…”

Lorraine laid on my chest quietly and I found myself wrapping my arms around her… that moment seemed to last forever until I could no longer control myself and planted a kiss on her forehead….

That was it… I’m sure you guys have impressions of a calm lake full of graceful flamingoes? Then all of a sudden a gunshot went off and the graceful, nonchalent flamingoes take off in all directions? This moment was something like that…

After the kiss was planted, Lorraine looked up gently… and started kissing my neck. One thing led to another and she was soon straddled on me with her tongue in my mouth. I remembered running my hands up her back with the tune “sexyback” playing in my head repeatedly refusing to go off…

Before I knew it, I was feeling her back not from outside her dress but from the inside… She was on me, tongue in my mouth and I was reciprocating… She was moving her hips in an alluring mock riding fashion and I was feeling her wonderful bum and telling myself “NO PANTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

She moved her head in a graceful fashion as I planted kiss after kiss on her neck… before her tongue was in mine again… She only moved her head because she needed to let out a moan?

It was beautiful… I remembered telling her “You are so beautiful…” with her letting out the most subtle of moans… My hands were running down the side of her body and up to her bosom when I stopped….

I can’t do this… “We can’t do this…” I heard a voice repeating what’s said in my head… She looked at me, and smiled the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen…

“I know….” Lorraine planted the gentlest of kisses on my forehead and buttoned my unbuttoned first two buttons of my shirt… tightened my tie and said “So… where do I sign?”

“Where do I sign…” Lorraine’s once again composed voice rings out in my ear, reverberating through every ounce of muscle I have. We have both regained our composture. While I can only manage a sincerely smile that somehow looks sheepish, she was perfectly composed…

I watched as she puts her signature on every line she’s suppoised to sign on. Her signatures were crisp and perfect, every single one of them.

“Done!” She exclaimed with her last stroke of the pen in place on the final page of tedious documentations. I smiled at her “Thank you!” and inspected every page. All in place, nothing missing…

I looked at her pretty pixie face and found her staring right back at me, both her hands raised to sweep her messed up face back into a tinny bunch. The fringe still falls perfectly on her sweet face, her gaze a twinkling one…

“Yup!” She said. “All done… thank you…” Like a child riding his bike for the 1st time, she inspected the documentations… “Yup, all done…”

“Er… Lorraine… I think you should hold onto the documentations first. I feel, after what just happened, that you should consider seriously if I should be allowed to service you… or if you should indeed go ahead with whatever you’ve just signed” I looked at her blankly and said. Deep down, i felt this was the only way to maintain my professionalism and morals.

“What happened?” She retorted jokingly with a mock look of confusion? Her eyes twinkled on still as she looked at me. I knew she was scanning for all details available on my face and I felt sure she saw my brows twitch in anxiety…

“Look…” She saw that I wasn’t gonna relent.. “I can buy all these myself… I was in the industry… I Know…” She paused “I chose you not because I find you good looking or because we are close…” *Laughters… “Ok… Maybe because we are close… but more importantly… because I know you can be trusted as a friend, as a person, as an advisor.”

As she was saying all these, the look on her face was imprest in my mind. Even now, I can see it so vividly… Her staring right into my eyes… “I trust you are professional. Things could have gotten so much worst back then. You stopped it didn’t you?”

She got up and walked to the door. “Besides… we are both adults. Shit happens…” She laughed as she opens the door. “I’ll go ahead… and I need to pick Glen up.”

“Bye Junior…” I walked right out the door in absolute disbelief and disorientation. She’s one amazing girl, I told myself, as a whiff of the smell of her drifted into my nostrils, reminding me how she smelt just then…

Crazy was the next thing I said to myself, a smile forming on my face…

Woman-Next-Door (Part 4)

By SexyStan

A number of hi-byes and some more shots of coffeeshop coffee went by in the next month. After bumming for so long, I’ve finally found a job after severe deliberation and consideration.

3 days into my new job, I bumped into Lorraine again…

I was heading downstairs to set off for work in the morning. As the lift car door opened on the ground floor, there she was, looking beautifully casual as usual.

“Wow… Looking smart. Shirt, pants, tie… Nice.” She took a step back and said, examining me from head to toe… “Hair’s made up too… no longer scruffy”. “Interview ah?”

I laughed and told her I’ve got a job. “Really? What as?” I briefly described my new job to her and how I came to make that choice. She had a part to play in my decision after all, she kindda approved of it when nothing was concrete back then.

“Wow… Good…. Ya… I think it’ll work out. This is what you need now. Do you have a card?”

“Sure!” I said confidently and gave it to her.

“Good luck…” She smiled and bade me as she walks into the lift.

Yeah… I need it… and I’m so gonna do well in this…. I told myself as I watched the door close.

Later that day, while I was in the office trying to get a hang of things… My mobile phone rang…

“Hello… Stanley speaking…”
“Guess who????” You could tell at once the voice was a falsetto…
“Errrrr…..” I said as the line broke into hysterical laughter…
“Lorraine…. Sleepyhead… Wei… still asleep ah? Be serious at work!”
“Hi Girl… Yes, what can I do for you?”
“Ahahaha… what can you do for me? How’s work?”
“Okay… Still learning the ropes….”
“Yah… its always as such in a new place… but it should come on pretty quickly for you. You are bright… moreover, its the same industry what. Its not like you’ve never done whatever you are doing now before. You use to do it everyday! I’m sure you do fine…” She encouraged. “Good luck, by the way, you wanna go run with me tomorrow morning?”
“Sure… what time?”
“5a.m.” She replied. “Seeya then…. All the best for your newfound career”.

Click

Madness… I was thinking… I’m a working man and I’m schooling as well, having taken up a part-time degree… 5a.m.?

Nonetheless I was longing to see her….

At the agreed time the next morning… Yes… five bloody a.m…. I waited for her downstairs… at the void-deck… I was feeling lethargic as I have not fully awaken from my sleep yet…

All that changed when Lorraine appeared in white running shirt (the kind where the collar is really a lil low-cute peek-a-boo and shorts (by shorts, it really is damn short!). She was wearing her white band again w/ glasses. My dick had a slight erection as she walked towards me. Boy… I’m a sucker for legs…

“Let’s go” She quipped as she broke into a run”
“To where? No iPod no fergie today?” I asked in jest.
“Nope. Its rude to have ear-pieces stuck in your ears when someone’s running next to you. I’m nice boy…” she laughed.

We started our jog? No ear-pieces? Right… it wasn’t like we were gonna talk to one another. I couldn’t talk through-out the run, I was simply breathless. This girl had stamina. On our 1st run together, she took me on a 5km wild goose chase.

“You need to train my boy…” She said at the end of the run. I felt my dick getting aroused again as I looked at her panting, sweaty self. Haha… nice… her tanned skin tone was radiating nicely in the morning sun.

“I need to ready Glen for school. You have any early morning appointments?”

“Uh no… since I just started….” I replied.

She smiled and said… “Good… I’ve helped you gotten a few clients already… be nice to them.” She paused and then continued “If you can, I’ve got a friend whom you should see today, if you can afford the time that is.”

“Sure” I was all excited….

“K… I’m gonna take Glen to school first… Meet you downstairs at 930…”

9.30 a.m. soon came and I went out to see her contact together with her. With Lorraine’s assurance that I was a responsible person who could be counted on, I did my presentation without much objections and the deal was closed. She went on to refer some more clients to me and of course, I had my initial good fortune with my new career due to her. We became fast friends, confidantes de-facto, and were jogging together every morning at 5a.m. on weekdays. As such, my day always started early and I was never late for work.

Lorraine later confided in me that she was willing to recommend her contacts to me because she knew the person I was and truely hoped I’d make it in my field. And one day, she mentioned after our daily jog that she’d like for me to deal in professional capacity on behalf of her as well… the appointment was set for her place and yes, finally juicy details are gonna commence….

It was the first time I had stepped into Lorraine’s home. Glen was at school and her hubby was at work. Lorraine’s home was neat and cosy. It was simply across the corridor and yet I felt I had stepped into another world… At the designated appointment timing, I showed up, with tons of presentation material I was prepared to show her. I was still going through the presentation whilst I pressed her door bell. I was calm and well-prepared. Having been in a similar industry before, Lorraine was gonna be easy as I could spare her as well as myself the technical details. Boy was I wrong… I panicked the minute she opened the door.

There she was, her hair swept back nicely with very light make-up on her face. The skin looks to be glowing in the darker contrast of her living room in contrast to the outside where I am standing, probably the light reflecting of her. The rosy look on her cheeks, her well-shaped cheeks, looked even rosier… Her eyes twinkled beneath her glasses…

There she stood at the door as she held her hands upwards to unlock her huge metal padlock, her white translucent dress (dress??? more like a fucking piece of lingerie or sleepwear) hanging off her tanned slender shoulders. The dress was short, the above-the-knee kind, showed her legs and without shoes, she seemed so naked. From beneath the translucent dress, I could make out the lines of a slender womanly body… not thin… just nicely slender with such perfect lines. I knew she had a great body but this peek-a-boo is too much for me to take. Nothing I had ever seen before about her or thought I had seen about her compared to that moment at that material time (later on, yes… the moments just get better… hahaha). I couldn’t take my eyes of her body and started to wonder if there is anything beneath. “No bra straps…” I found myself telling me “just the dress straps…”

“Err…. big padlocks… haha… how come you are still in sleepwear? you put on your sleepwear again?” I asked sheepishly, trying to cover the fact that I was severely embarassed by how she was dressed (or by how much she wasn’t dressed).

“I’m always dressed like that at home… its more carefree… moreover, at least I ain’t topless or simply clad in boxers… mind you.” Her gate swings open to let me in… “Yea… how you are dressed? You need that big padlock…” I teased…. “Sorry?” Lorraine glared as I entered the house… I suspected she heard me though…

It had never struck me that I’ve never met the husband until that day, when I stepped into her home and saw pictures of her cub and her husband… including one in his No. 1 Uniform. He’s actually pretty suave. That photo, and her interior decor, convinced me that this was one dutiful provider…

“Errr… Iced Coffee right?” She said as she walked into the kitchen and I continued to examine her place. Neat… Modern… chic was all that came to my mind. A different world compared to the HDB heartlands atmosphere passing by our very feet downstairs. I ran to the kitchen when I heard the whirl of a coffeemaker.

“You have a freaking coffeemaker? WTF!” I exclaimed as I popped my head around the wall… “Yea…” she laughed… “Go sit down in the living room… it’d be ready shorty. Moreover! Its rude to poke your nose in other people’s house the 1st time u are there!” she said in a jokingly commanding voice.

“Yes Ma’am…” I mocked a standard salute (My salutes are really damn standard ones… lol… even more standard than wayang regulars! Lol… something against regulars). I plopped down on her sofa and started preparing my presentation when…..

“Here’s your coffee…. try it…. I’m good at this!” She set the large glass of ice coffee right in front of me. I looked up from whatever I was doing only to stare right into the exposed gap of her dress. There it was… the left nipple! She’s really not wearing anything underneath! I screamed and cursed in my head… not knowing how to react… “Er… thanks… I looked away promptly.

There it was… the elusive pink blop on her ample breasts. As I looked away quickly, she had not detected that she had been exposed as she had her gaze on the presentation materials I was laying out….

“Wah… you are damn serious aren’t you! I don’t have so much money for everything hor…” she joked as she took the couch adjacent to mine. “But I’ll make it easy by sitting adjacent to you…”She jokes…”I was in sales… I know…” and winked.

What an amazing girl….

Woman-Next-Door (Part 3)

By SexyStan

The next one-month was absolutely uneventful. I was desperate for a job and was hunting aggressively… (finally!). I did see her 3 times though (Yes, I counted) and in each of the three encounters, we did not speak further than the usual courtesies of Hi, Bye & How’s your day. Nonetheless, I did felt lifted each time I saw her and honestly, to me, she was cuter with each passing day. The only cold shower I had from her was that 2 out of the 3 times, she was dragging her little cub, clad in the green uniform of his pre-school, with her. It reminds me that she has been choped, booked and confirmed by some luckily ass regular (Sorry, I have a thing against regulars) who probably didn’t deserve her.

Then one day, while I was having breakfast at the coffeeshop(yes, it was at 1p.m. in the afternoon… Hah, life of the unemployed). I heard a familiar voice “Oei…! Alone ar?” It was followed by giggles as I looked up. “Hi…” I said in the most nonchalent voice I could muster….

“Eeee…. you sound dead!” She said, her voice monotone as if she’s using every known effort to mimick me as she drags a chair and sits down.
“Err…. where’s your boy? Glen right?” I asked, merely trying to create conversation. Her iced teh-si (milk tea) was served promptly and I tried to pay for it… “Save it… you aren’t working!” She said firmly as she pushes a bunch of loose change to the auntie. “How you know that my boy’s called Glen?” She asked as she sucked on the straw (nothing pervasive here hor bro… she sucked on a straw… we all do!). I thought she did eye me suspiciously for a while, like she believed I’m stalking her or something…

“Er… that time… you were restraining him? You called him Glen” I reminded her (as well as myself) of the first encounter… she was so attractive! I thought to myself.

“Oh… and you can remember until now? Not bad huh soldier…” she replied while looking blankly at my face… I thought I had a Nasi Lemak rice grain stuck to my face… Awkward….. “So, found a job?”

“What do you think?” I laughed “I’m eating breakfast at this time!”

A look of disapproval formed on her face again… (Yes… that look… sianz…NB). “Is it really so difficult to get a job now? I thought government mentioned that our job market is improving with the overall improvement in our economy?” Yes, that was what she said. Chim… this is no normal auntie or soccermom or whatever you call it…

I found myself confiding in her my difficulties & the bad working experience I had. I was even more surprised to find that she used to be from the same industry before she and had a cub of her own. She is learned and well-read as she shared her experiences with me. We soon found ourselves discussing about our common experiences, laughing & crying over them (Exaggerated… no we did not cry. LOL). As we went on, she started to be concerned with my predicaments and dropped lotsa jiejie advises as well…. Crap….

After three rounds of coffee… we went up together (not the same apartment or bed la… not yet! just the same floor)…

“Seeya around” She quipped as she turns to the left again… Damned… I am smittened…

1 hour later… I found her knocking at my door. LOL!

I opened the door, after hearing knocks. Thinking it was some salesmen, I opened the damned door, topless again…. only to find Lorraine with that bloody look of disapproval.

“”Eh… put some shirt on before you open the door or go out la!”

“How you know which unit I’m in!” I asked in absolute shock and disbelief!

“Er… Corridor is not very long? And I saw you walk out from your apartment to throw trash? Naked as usual?”

“Topless is different from naked! and yes? what can I do for you?” I jested.

“You can put a shirt on for one…. some trousers for two…. and since you are bumming, I guess you wouldn’t mind accompanying me to Cold Storage to help me with the load hor…? I’ll buy you coffee. Not cheap kopitiam stuff, Starbucks?” Simply an offer I can’t say no to but being courteous, I asked “Don’t you have to take care of your boy? Oh ya… I asked you just now you conveniently didn’t answer lo!”

“At my mother-in-law’s. You drive?” She answered as she fidgetted about her handbag searching for God-knows-What… “No… Unemployed people don’t get car benefits from the government you know…” I answered and waited for that look of disapproval to form. And yes, did it form….

“Tsk. Lucky I drive….”

Well, I changed, did my hair and soon we were in her car covering the extremely short distance to cold storage….

In HER car…. I almost blew my top….

That 10 minutes car ride seemed like eternity… with her calling me “Junior” once every 30 seconds. She knew I didn’t like it… It was obvious even if I didn’t make it known… much less I DID MAKE IT KNOWN! She was going on and on about how a guy should have a car…. how a guy should never allow himself to be jobless…. blah blah blah blah…

To shut out the noise, my thoughts simply closed the noise out and started admiring how she looked. Her hair’s nicely done. She was casually dressed in a RL polo T-shirt, those mini ones for ladies, jeans & flats. Clutching a coach bag, I was wondering how one like her could be a mother! Save for her nagging, she looked nowhere like one. She wasn’t wearing any glasses today and she wore light make-up. Hmmm… make-up…. I’ve never seen her in make up and boy did she look good. I continued to shut out the noise… “Glasses??? or no Glasses…” Haha…. I couldn’t choose… I liked both…

“Oei… junior…. are you listening anot? Bloody hell!”

“Did you just curse?” I was tickle into laughter… when she curses… its cute beyond description… so many sides of her, the poise, the cute, the vulgar… I was wondering which I prefer more… “Ya la ya la… I heard…” As I continued to mimick her voice “Junior… Guys must always have a job…. blah blah blah blah…”

I retaliated by calling her a crazy bitch who runs at 5 bloody a.m. and a stupid one coz she can drive to Cold Storage and ask me to help her out only when she’s back….

Her reply with a mischievous look and twinkling eyes…

“Well, I don’t look like a mother do I? It takes efforts… Stupid? Hahahaa… I’m smart… ‘Cause you’ll be carrying everything to the car and after I drive back…. you’ll be carrying everything up! Btw, I can’t call you down… I don’t have your farking no….”

“Did you curse again?” I laughed as I opened the door… yes… we have reached our destination.

At the supermarket… I felt like a slave.

She was making me carry her basket & reaching for high shelves where her 1.65m body frame couldn’t reach. I walked behind her most of the time, because the basket was getting heavier and heavier which each bloody item she dumps in it and of course, to admire her without her knowing. Boy does this girl knows what she wants, chocolates, twisties, lays… you name it, she’s dumped it. Crap… I couldn’t help wondering how someone like her can remain so slender. She was reaching for a lays on a high shelve and I was admiring the lines of her waist when…. “Oei… are you looking at my waist? Hahaha…. kidding. Can you get that Lays for me?” What a turn off…. Lol

Aisle to aisle, I grumbled and yet I couldn’t help being amused whenever we chit chat. It was weird. I barely know her. We laughed as we walked, I dumped a few more items on behalf of her, recommending to her stuffs I knew I was good. As we were at the cashier, she proudly declared “30% groceries, 70% my girly stash!” That familiar twinkle in her eye was there once more… I melted.

The items were heavy I assure you but she made good her word. Starbucks… but I should have known…. Things are never free. They’ve never been, its the laws of the world.

“Hahaha… I asked you here because I wanted my Starbucks fix. But a starbucks fix is never completed without ciggies… so…”

Automatically, I shoved my cigarette box to her… “Should have known…”

We both chuckled as we sipped on our coffee & dragged on our cigarette… and started chatting about everything we have in common. Our industry, the market, politics. I realized now… to put it simply she’s definitely democrat (farking liberalists) & I’m definitely republican (in-the-mud conservatist). Our discussions were deep and lively… hoping effortlessly from topic to topic.

I got to know more about her. She was young and aspiring then, but naive. Fell in love, got pregnant and married her present husband. Husband’s a regular so she gave up her fledging career so that he could focus on his since he’s nowhere near his gratuity. Gave it all up and her life changed…

“Yah… nowadays people call me auntie… my ex-colleagues as well… you as well…. WTH!” She ranted… and chuckled. “Life changes after marriage, even for women, question is… is the change worth it?”

I saw in her eyes then, a slight hint of regret. I knew she was asking herself that question. I fell silent. I know she loved her job and her life back then.

“I respect the choice you’ve made. Your husband is extremely lucky…”

The cuppa session at starbucks was the most engaging ones I had thus far.

“I’ve gotta go… My husband will be back at 6 and we need to pick Glen up… Let’s go…”

Woman-Next-Door (Part 2)

By SexyStan

For another week, I didn’t see the woman again nor did I consciously wonder if I would ever (of course I would, she’s my freaking neighbour). I was preparing for my irritating annual ICT which was commencing soon. Packing my field pack, buying miscellenous combat essentials like cigarettes & potato chips has taken up all my time. Now you know why BMT emphasizes so much on Admin Time, simply too much combat essentials.

Mon… ICT Commencement… By order of the Singapore Government, I am to report to my camp with my FBO by 0730. Sir…. YES SIR! I grumbled under my breath as I got up to my cold shower. 0500… of so many army camps in Singapore, MINDEF had to assign me to one that’s damn bloody far away. No work, no money, no car…. which leaves only our most effient mode of travelling… the EZlink, SMRT & SBS. Even my dick had no morning glory that morning, shrivelled from the early morning cold.

Donned my Smart 4 and my stupid FBO, I walked towards the lift. In the extremely short span of wait, Someone bounced out from the blind of that stupid wall again…

This time she was in Nike, FBT, Sports Bra with a really loose T-shirt hanging over… hair swept back by a white… errr…. thick white rubbery woolen band? Is that what its supposed to be called? lol…

Yes… she still has her white horned rimmed glasses that morning… She was so cute, sporty, sexy…. While her T-shirt was loose and baggy, it didn’t matter. It still showed her shoulders and the sports-bra underneath accentuated her ample bosom still despite the T-shirt… It didn’t matter I couldn’t see her waist… for I already know that it didn’t look anything like she ever had children. And yes, her hair still smelt nice….

“Hi & Good morning…” I said as I tried to fake a disapproving look (haha… back at her) with a smile… scanning her with a fake insinuating look. She looked at me, silent for a moment, before removing a side of those famous white ear-pieces…. “Sorry?” Yea… the music was loud… & it wasn’t some cheesy mando or canto pop… nor stupid boy band shit… It was R & B and I could hear Fergie going “Fergielicious….”

Crap… I thought to myself & broke into uncontrollable laughter…. She continued to look at me with surprise and idiot spelt all over her face “What!”. I took composture and replied “Nothing… I said Hi & Good Morning…”

3 seconds of awkward silence before the lift car appeared and the door opened. She stepped in as I held the door open. “Not bad soldier. So how come you laughed?”

“Sorry… I just can’t help it… Is this what aunties listen to now?”

She frowned and the same look of disapproval appeared on her face again… “Sorry… just teasing.” Can’t blame me for feeling intimidated, Hell Hath no fury like a woman scorned after all”

Silence till the lift door opens… awkward… but the smell of her….

My thoughts are broken with the door opening and once again, I held it open for her…. She muttered a thanks, this time without the usual conviction… it sounded a little unsure, a little embarassed and a whole lot pissed…

Oooops… I just pissed a hot momma off…

ICT being ICT, was arduous aand lame. Endless waiting time for anything to happen… all for that 5 days 4 nights exercise to commence at the second week. Crap… the blind leading the blind, the lions being led by lambs. All that pent up frustration turned into sexual desperation at the end of the two weeks.

I reached by lift lobby late about 10 on its last day. I had not thought about her in that two weeks… but am now hoping to catch just a glimpse of it… It didn’t happen. So during my first home shower in that week, upon stripping myself clean of my stupid Smart 4 and sweaty underpants, I wanked… while thinking of her (What a loser you horny goats might say… I cldn’t agree more). I felt sick… but I couldn’t help it…. I imagined myself ripping pieces of what she donned on our initial encounter (recap, black long sleeved shirt that allowed the baring of a single shoulder, denim shorts & white flats). I threw in red lacy undergarments for fantasy purposes & even included her glasses tho I didn’t knw what undergarments she wore (I know its red coz of that red strap on the shoulder she bore) & she wasn’t wearing any glasses.

I tried to throw out all thoughts of me committing that sick act (admit bros… we all do it but it is sick nonetheless) and promptly changed into casual to join my ex-colleagues for a round of drinks… As I just ended ICT & my stupid military exercise, I was shagged out & couldn’t last the night. “I have to go… I’m damn shagged…” I told my ex-colleagues as I bade a hasty farewell & disappeared into the first cab in the long line of waiting ones outside the club…. I was shagged… but I knew I was sexually frustrated once I got in the cab… “Crap… KNN…” I reprimanded myself…. “Damn weak”. I drifted into sleep….

“Eh… di ah… gao liao (Bro, reach already)” I was interruped from my uncomfortable sleep in the cab. I paid the fare & staggered to my void-deck for a puff… before making my way up…As I made my way across the lobby (no prizes for guessing who I saw), I saw her again…

She was seated at the void deck (at this hour? crazy bitch!), the one I intended to sit at! Crap! Images of my sick act and her “pissed-off” voice when I teased her at the commencement of my ICT appeared in my tipsy little head. All traces of alcohol evaporated. Being shy & sensing a awkward scene should I make my drunken entrance, I backed off & decided to smoke just next to the green bin at my lift lobby…

I was thinking nothing further, dragging my cigarettes and feeling my legs go wobbly from the aftermath of ICT & drinks when all of a sudden. I heard those familiar footsteps again… whirling around in anticipation of her…………………. I watched as what appearred was not her and was some lame auntie instead (This auntie is no where near the one I was expecting hor… she’s at least farken 20 years older!). My heart sanked and I thought to myself…. she’s probably still seated at that stupid void deck as that stupid auntie (ya, the stupid one… not the one I wanted to see…” stare at me in suspicion from top-to-toe… I flicked my cigarette and walked to 7-11 to get a drink for my parched throat while cursing the auntie… “CB… WTF are you staring at me like that for… I’m not gonna rape a piece of shit like you”…..

I was in 7-11… having picked a drink & approached the counter for payment… there she was… paying for her drink… I queued up behind her, awaiting the cashier to process her purchases, not knowing what to say.

Awkward silence… Maybe she doesn’t even know I’m behind her. She grabbed her stuffs and backed into me… I could sense her jump a little in surprise whilst she muttered “Sorry….” under the breathe in embarassment and shock….

“Oh…?” She raised her eyebrows having made sure of the situation…

“Its ok… You couldn’t have seen me” I said as I shifted for her to pass and to pay for my drinks….

“You just smoked?” She quipped…. Damned… she looked so cute. I could feel my drunken dick trying to stir itself from its slumber…. pink mini T-shirt (NICE BOSOMS!!!!! SHAPELY WAIST!!!!! with shorts and slippers…. Her hair was unkempt this time round… but she looks all the more stylish that way… Yes… Glasses still…

“Ummmm… Yea…” I grabbed my drink… and once again, held the stupid glass door open for her…. “Errrr…. you are anti-smoker”

“Nope. I’m a social smoker” As she walked on by…..
“Social Smoker? Lol… There’s no such thing…” I chuckled and followed after her…
“There are…” I found myself staring at that familiar glare, abeit not so intense this time round as she stopped in her tracks and made a turn almost crashing into me again…
“Hey… watch it!” There was exasperation in my tone this time round, probably due to the drinks I had earlier. ” And there are no social smokers! ‘Cause social smokers are closet smokers looking for some lame ass excuse to smoke because they can’t smoke over and aboveboard!”

I felt like a moron…. What? I found myself asking that upon finishing that sentence… I peered at her face, trying to hold that exasperated face despite feeling shy and embarassed by my own outburst. I found her looking at me with amusement “Well, you are right! My hubby doesn’t like to smoke. Its also bad for my babyboy. So think you can spare me a stick?”

What???? I asked myself as I found myself reaching into my pockets… “Here…” I said she took a stick & popped it into her mouth while I struck my lighter”. It simply refuses to light.

“Hmmm…. I think its easier to light it in an enclosed area… Let’s go somewhere to finish our drinks & smokes” She walks off without even turning her head. Dominating… I thought to myself… I appreciate her firm demeanors… as I trailed after her, enjoying every minute of appreciating her beauty from behind. This lady doesn’t spell sex… She spells class. I needed to know her story, that much I know for that material moment.

We reached the void deck and she sat down, helping herself to the lighter that I had put on the table together w/ all my barang barangs. I took a seat on the chair adjacent to hers and lighted a cigarette as well.

“Here…” I shoved her drink to her after opening it for her. She laughed uncontrollably in a girlish manner “I thought u were gonna drink my drink… I was staring at you!” She paused… “You are pretty sweet aren’t you [MyRank] Stanley!”

“Huh….?!?” As if she expected my surprise… she continued to quip “Saw your rank and name that day what… you were in Uniform???” Oh yea… drats…

“I saw you at the void deck just now when I got back” *pause… “I thought you were angry with me for laughing at you that day…” *Pause… “Er… wanted to smoke here actually but saw you here and didn’t dare to come over…” I said sheepishly…

She laughed and looked so beautiful doing so… “Orh… so you decided to stalk me all the way till 7-11?” I defended myself in the most defensive tone I could muster… I didn’t want her to misunderstand “NO….” as I told her where I hid and why I went to 7-11.

“So… you a regular?” She asked, sounding absolutely uninterested with a its-so-bloody-obvious-I wanna-break-the-silence-coz-I-have-to-be-nice-for-you-just-spared-me-a-cigarette tone. “Err…. no… what makes you say that?” I asked…

“Coz I saw you in uniform? Or are you an NSF since you were carrying such a huge bag” She laughed. “Please… Too old to be an NSF. Rank too small to be a regular. Reservist” I answered while taking a sip. “My husband’s a regular… air-force” she quipped “Can I have one more cigarette?”

It was soon I got to know the name of this lovely lady… Lorraine…. 29… married for 3 years coz of her cub… Yea, the cub’s hers…. & she got to know I’m 26, unemployed and a complete bummer….

After 4 sticks of cigarettes for each of us, that moment of understanding that I sub-consciously longed for was broken. “I need to go up now… its late… and my hubby will get insecure if he finds I’m not in bed with him… *Laughs* Toodlez junior….”

“Junior…?” I protested as I followed her into the lift….

“Yeah… junior…. thanks for the cigarettes…. and good luck in your job hunt soon….” She smiled.

Silence till the lift door opens.

“Hmmm… Lorraine…” I muttered as I drifted off into sleep…

Woman-Next-Door (Part 1)

By SexyStan

It was only at the beginning of this year I paid attention to a neighbour of mine. I was unemployed that having recently been out of job and looking for a new one… With all the time in the world now, I had finally the luxury of taking notice of the simpler details in life… which includes my neighbours… Lol…

It all began at the lift lobby. I was back from buying breakfast (It was 12.30p.m. bros… Breakfast. Ha! All ya fella bummers will know) and she was hauling a her little boy-cub of about three years old, presumably back from pre-school. I didn’t take specific notice of her until we walked into the lift. Seeing her hands are full, I took the initiative of asking her “Which floor?”

This was the first time I heard her voice, a mid-ranged one that is extremely stready one. She replied the floor on which she resides on and thanked me with a steady voice all the while keeping her hands firmly gripped onto a bag, an unbrella and her cub who was trying desperately to break free.

I pressed the button to the designated floor and thought nothing of it “Hmmm…. same floor…” staring blankly at the closing lift door. Looking down, I saw the struggling cub trying to break away from his mother towards me. Cute. I thought still paying absolutely no attention to her as my focus is on the cub, who was now looking at me wide-eyed with wonder (and probably fear) (most likely it was due to my height).

Sensing I was looking at her cub, she apologised with that steady voice of hers again, this time sounding a little sheepish and embarrassed. “Sorry… Glen! Hold still….!” Her voice promptly turned firm & resolute as she looks down on her boy & tightened her grip. “Its okay… Haha… Kids are inquisitive by nature. That’s their way of learning about the world…” I laughed & smiled at her… “You’ve got a cute cub” I added. She smiled back at me “Cub? *Chuckles* Yeah…”

The door of the lift car opens and I held the open button while she drags her stubborn cub out. This was when I caught a whiff of her hair… “Wow… I thought to myself” It suddenly dawned on me that she is hot… as I slowly grew aware of her existence (Slow, I know… it should have been earlier…).

“Thanks…” She turns and smiles as she walks on by… “No worries…” I smiled back… As she walks out and turns left to the corridor that leads to her apartment (My unit is on the right), I couldn’t helped but notice the way she walks… Alluring.

I thought nothing of it as she disappears from my view (I’m turning right now to go home” and my thought shifted to my prata & my stomach that now screams “Feed me…”

Job hunting was difficult for me. My previous job was an absolute nightmare. Being my first job, I was inexperienced and unprepared to deal with the real world of work and the politics that came with it. Still reeling from that horrendous experience, I took time to rest, recuperate and wonder about life and what I wanted from it. Everyday was now a routine of sleeping late, waking up later, the jobstreet & jobsDB surfing that took no more then 30mins just as to tell the world, especially those that care for you, that you are looking for a job real seriously. Yeah, right… Lol.

I was recovering from all that and the next few days proved uneventful with no thoughts nor traces of that woman and her cub appearing in my head. I had more important things to be worried about… i.e. getting fed (hey… I was bumming then and my savings are running low).

Then one day, about 3 weeks from the initial encounter with her, I was entertaining random tops that were important nonetheless such as how to get fed, how to save the world, where to find a freaking job that pays millions in a year with minimum workload, fucking inflation, my fucked up ex-colleagues (You know these thoughts bro… don’t you…) when a voice randomly floated into my head. “Thanks…” Hmmm… don’t I know that steadfast voice from somewhere?

This was when I was her face again. A petite face with a sharp chin that complimented her petite body frame… she stood no more than 1.65m. She had short hair dyed in auburn streaks (that also smelt really nice by the way… primroses I think) that framed her face nicely. She’d be someone one would classify cute. I only classified her a woman due to the cub she was hauling. She’d make a girl in so many ways. She had pixie features, big eyes, not exactly a nose with high bridge but a sharp one at its tip. Small mouth but lucious lips. Not the kind that looks like lap cheong (taiwanese sausages) but something that’s just nice. She was nicely tanned… again, not charcoal but just nice. Cladded in mini denim shorts & a black long sleeved top (the kind that allows the baring of a shoulder) and closed off w/ white sandal flats, she didn’t looked like a mother and screamed ‘style!’ in every way. Yet the way she held onto the cub and restrained him with her grip & voice, you’d know immediately that the cub could only be hers….

I promptly closed off that short reminscent of an initial encounter with the way she walked… She didn’t walk… she didn’t strut as well. I do not know what its called but it was kindda a runway strut with really confident strides…. Confusing… Fine… just one word…. Alluring…

Having closed those thoughts, I tried to contribute to my family’s home economics (the least a jobless bum can do) by taking out the trash. I opened by gate with a big bag of trash and stepped out…….TOPLESS….. as I was thinking there shouldn’t be anyone would see me in that span of two minutes.

I opened up by stride towards the shared rubbish chute right in the middle of the corridors to complete my very simply 2 minute task. It was then, halfway fulfilling my work… my the blind of the wall that hides people appearing from the other side of the corridor… was HER! with a hugh bloody bag of trash as well! I was nonchalent initially but I was now completely in a state of shock!

Like a deer in full view of a charging car with High-Beamed headlines, I was wide-eyed, frozen in my tracks, with a hugh heap of trash at my feet (Yeah, I dropped it in shock). “THUDCLANK!” (Sound of the my trash falling). How stylo, a topless male with unkempted hair & unshaven for the day, hugh pile of trash at his feet, clad in white boxers. I wasn’t even wearing a pair of sandals. Guess you guys get the picture right? I felt hell vulnerable…. damned…

She frozed in her path as well and I could feel her eyes roam up and down the vulnerable me… No… not in a ISHIEYU (I’m-so-hungry/horny-I-could-eat-you-up) manner… Get it right and real you horny goats! lol…. But in a insinuating & disapproving manner. I would never forget that look on ger face. Absolute disapproval has caused her petite facial frame to cringe right in the middle, forming a cute three-lined frown (or was it four… lol). Something different about her today, she was wearing white horned-rimmed glasses, so somehow that disapproving look coupled with the glasses has those stuffs-of-fantasy, ya know… the dominate boss, the disapproving teacher, blah blah blah… Cute, Sexy & Alluring. Her hair was swept back… then (Ummm… I think you should put on a shirt… and yea… wear something over your boxers!) She said firmly, breaking the impressions I was forming while looking at her in shock….

“sorry…” I said sheepishly and bent over to pick up the trash… “I wasn’t expecting anyone… no excuses tho…”

She walked towards the chute, opened the lid, & dumped her trash in…. as she turns to walk back to her apartment, she turned around and looked at me with her contemptuous look once more… before walking away in that alluring & confident manner of hers. She’s even more dressed down today… big oversized (& over-washed) shirt with baggy bermss… yea the kind tt flaps around yr knees….

I felt like a complete moron… yet as I recovered and took care of my own trash… I couldn’t help a smile forming on my face… Cute…