By Reeemer
Met up with Tracy a couple of times following that last encounter.
Noticed that she was more moody then usual, and that she seemed to shy away from any conversational topic about my brother. I thought maybe guilt was in play, but was uncertain because previously, before their stint to America, when we were having our ‘illicit’ get-togethers… , she certainly behaved happier and if there were any guilt in her, it was well-hidden away.
hmm……
We met up for lunch a couple of days after that Sunday… think it was Pan Pac, or one of those hotels in the Marina area.. (our offices were in Suntec, remember?)
She had fully recovered and was back to her workaholic self.
She arrived 15 minutes late, catching me waving at her from our table, and walked to me swiftly, her handbag tugged over her right shoulder, both her hands holding and typing away on her Blackberry.
‘Hi’, she panted, planting herself down on the chair opposite me. ‘Sorry, last minute urgent matters.’
I smiled, and pushed the glass of water in front of her a few inches closer, and she gladly lifted it up and drank eagerly.
Man… this is not a fetish, but don’t you think chicks look damn sexy in office wear? She was wearing a grey dress suite, with her skirt at just above knee length and her matching jacket of italian cut that needlessly flatter her already gorgeous and slim figure. She had on a white dress shirt with a frilly collar, her half cup bra pushing subtly and deliciously against it… hmm… is that white or biege?…. Front view in sight so far… no VPL report obtained as yet……….. hehehe….
I urged her to order quickly, as I was starving.
She ordered the usual salad type stuff while I ordered soup, salad and main course…. she cheekily calling me a pig and resumed on the BB, spotting a cute little frown as she focused on the words in the email………..
Lunch was just filled with small talk… she was distracted by her phone all the time while my mind was also kinda drifting away to that important meeting I was gonna have after lunch………..
After we got the check, we started to walk out of the cafe. I could see pairs of eyes on her… hehe… fellow hunters lurking around………
I deliberately walked a few steps behind her… yes… the customary G-String… subtle VPL through her tight skirt… gosh… what an ass…
‘Hey,’ she turned around. ‘Where are you parked? My car’s at Raffles City, still waiting for my season pass here. Got in late today and bloody carpark’s full’
‘Just downstairs,’ I replied, stealing a glance at my watch. Do I have time to give her a lift?
She needed a lift to Maxwell road for a meeting, and I had 45 min to spare… so… why not? ……
She was done on the phone and had suddenly become very quiet.
‘You ok?’ I asked, now walking beside her.
‘yeah,’ she replied, with a faraway look in her eyes. ‘You brother, he’s back in 2 weeks.’
‘Oh,’ I answered. ‘Aren’t you glad?’
Yeah… realised I probably said the wrong thing the moment those words popped out.
She kept quiet and kept walking, while I sheepishly took a few quick steps and walked in front.
I led her to a stairway that was linked to the basement carpark somewhere between PanPan and Marina Square, where I parked. (Season there cheaper than Millenia one la). It was quite a secluded stairway, tugged away at one side of the hotel ground lobby.
Before we proceeded downstairs at the stairway entrance, she stopped and asked me for a cigarette. I was surprised, knowing that she only smoked when she had gotten high on drinks. Gosh… what was she so stressed about?
I handed her a stick of my Malborough Lights, popped one onto my own lips, and lit up my lighter for her. She took a deep puff and closed her eyes to enjoy that nicotine rush that I knew she was getting.
We smoked quietly and were undisturbed, the stairway not usually used by the main flow of human traffic.
I threw my cigarette butt on the floor first, smoking much faster than her. (Pro of course faster than amateur la). She took that as a signal and walked down the stairs before me, holding her cig gingerly with 2 fingers.
I followed her quickly, saying’ Hey, no smoking inside la… want to kena pay fine ah?’
Tracy walked real quickly and disappeared down the stairs. I took bigger steps and exited the stairway door into the basement carpark. She was nowhere in sight.
‘What the….’ I wondered, swinging my head left and right, seeking her.
‘Over here’ I heard her voice behind me. She was still inside the stairway, standing under the stairs, where some old broken furniture and unused boxes were placed.
I walked quickly to her, looking around the dark and dirty corner, asking,’ Why in the world are you standing here… my car is over th….’
Before I could finish, she grabbed me by my tie and pulled me towards her. She grabbed the back of my neck with her hands and planted her lips on mine…
Took me a second or two to get over the shock, before I started to enjoy the attack of her tongue….. I could feel the faint taste of cigarettes on her mouth, and her heavy panting was causing hot puffs of air to be blown on my face……
I embraced her closely and tightly, and stepped a little more to the side, so that we were at least partially hidden by the staircase. I was nervous as hell, not anticpating this, and knowing that people coming down the stairs or walking past the door had a good chance of spotting us.
Our kiss was getting wetter and more passionate, the smell of her perfume and her small moans were making me dizzy.
My arms started to make circles on her back… I unlocked the embrace briefly to slip her jacket off and threw it on the old couch next to us… we resume the hug eagerly, this time with my hands grabbing and meshing her ass… feeling the firm flesh and her lacy panties underneath……..
I stopped kissing her for a while to catch my breath… using the chance to look into her eyes and asked’ wow… this is nice, but what is wrong with….’
‘Shut up and kiss me again,’ she cut me off, planting her wet lips on mine again, using her tongue to make cute little stabs on mine……..
I was slow to warm up, but I was sure horny as hell now.
I let 1 hand move from her butt to her boobs, and started grabbing and cupping her left breast through her shirt and bra. Her louder moans signalled that she enjoyed it and probably wanted more…….
All knowledge of space and time was lost… f#$k the place…. f^@k the fact that we were getting late for our work appointments….
Tracy hugged me even tighter now, and lifted her left leg and half hooked it around my right leg…….
I seized the chance to move my hand up her left thigh, up under her skirt, and found her hot panty crotch in no time, feeling the heat and moisture underneath that thin bit of lacy material between her legs……….
I let 1 finger slid underneath and started to glide it around the smooth and wet flesh of her shaven vagina. She almost groaned out loud in pleasure, with our locked lips insulating the sound…..
I started to slide my index finger into her wet pussy, using my thumb to trace small circle around her clitioris (or around where i thought it was la… in those conditions, dark, nervous… how to be sure?)
Joining in, Tracy started to use 1 hand and grabbed me at my crotch. My proud erection already poking out of my briefs and against my trousers. Her small hand found it easily and she grabbed it hard and started to pump as best as she could through my trousers. It was my turn to start groaning and that sudden glimmer in her eyes as she looked at me, while we continued to french, told me she liked being in control too.
There was no turning back. I glided my hand out of her pussy. Tugging at the side of her g-string under her tight skirt (which was no easy feat), i started to pull her g-string down……… light blue…….. nice… her g-string crotch now wet with her own cum, a dark blue patch………
I pulled her underwear down to her knees, and she brought her left leg back down to allow the lingerie to slide down fully. Not wanting to dirty it on the floor, I quickly bend down to pick it up…..
The next image remains embedded in my mind, me bending down to grab her panties, looking up at her eyes, the CFM glimmer and half smile on her face, as she gamely lifted her feet to allow me to pick it up properly…….
man…….. nosebleed….
I quickly stuffed the g-string in my pocket while we resume our kiss…. somehow we could not get enough of each other’s saliva that day……. hehehe……
i let my hand roam back down to her ass, and tried to inch by inch pull up her skirt to expose her butt and her pussy…….
I was just dying to kiss her down there, i was just dying to taste her wet, hot cunt…..
As I was starting to kneel down and bunching up her skirt at her waist…… (like all good movies……), we heard footsteps coming down the stairs… I quickly stood up while Tracy quickly pulled her skirt down, wiggling her ass cutely as she did so…….
She picked up her handbag while I quickly grabbed her jacket from the couch………..
Grabbing her by her arm…. we left the starway quickly and quietly… seeking out my car………..