My heart sank when Karen pleaded “Wait!.....”
I was in a dilemma whether to thrust the
remaining half of my c?ck into Karen’s tight p?ssy or to withdraw
completely, when Karen continued “Don’t cum inside me
hor.” That was the most unambiguous consent that
I had ever gotten from Karen and that provided all the
encouragement that I needed to push the rest of my c?ck into Karen
- causing her to squeal in delight.
With my c?ck fully sheathed in Karen’s sacred love tunnel, I
paused momentarily to savour my “victory” and to comprehend the
almost surreal nature of our union. I then
gently pinned Karen against the glass-partition wall of the shower
stall and slowly pumped my c?ck in and out of Karen’s tight p?ssy
using long deliberate stroke as we fucked in a standing position.
I picked up the pace after some 10 minutes of
gentle love-making when I sensed that Karen was on the verge of an
orgasm. The rapid pounding of my c?ck soon pushed Karen over the
edge - causing her to shudder as she cummed amid moans of
ecstasy.
By then, I was also getting closed to my own
orgasm. I continued pounding non-stop into
Karen’s wet p?ssy (grunting with each thrust of my c?ck) while she
was still squirming from her intense orgasm.
Within minutes, I felt my floodgate opening. I
pulled out my c?ck and sprayed my hot semen all over the shower
stall – including some which landed on Karen’s body.
That was one of the most powerful orgasm that I
have had for a long time!
We had sex several more times over the next 2 days at the Bali
resort - including once when Karen woke me up in the middle of the
night with a blow job and then straddled me while I was still in
bed.
---------------------------------------------------
After our return from Bali, we continued to have sex on a
regular basis. My relationship with Karen was
clearly beyond that of a “special friend”.
Nonetheless, Karen continued to reject me as a
bf – claiming that she was not ready for a serious relationship so
soon after her breakup with Anthony. I found
that hard to accept as it was already more than a year after the
breakup. We argued frequently over this and the tension eventually
led to us drifting apart.
In the end, the disillusionment led to me taking up an offer
from my Company for a 2-year posting to the USA. That was the straw
that finally broke our relationship. Soon after
that, Karen took up a scholarship to do an MBA programme at the
University of New South Wales (UNSW). We lost contact with each
other soon after that.
---------------------------------------------------
4 years
later
With the completion of my 2-year posting in USA, I was sent back
to the Regional HQ in Singapore and was soon caught up with the
“rat race”. By then, my memories of Karen have
faded into the background - until I found a letter sitting in my
letter box one day.
It was a wedding invitation. It was addressed
to “Mr Wanker” and signed off by “Yours Peaches”. With that, tears
started streaming uncontrollably from my eyes as memories of Karen
flashed through my mind.......
The End
