Things got even hotter in the weeks following the webcam
incident. During one of our weekend dates, we happened to talk
about soccer, specifically, the EPL (English Premium
League). Karen was an avid fan of Arsenal
whereas I am a diehard Man United supporter. The 2 teams had been
scheduled to play against each other in a top-of-the-table clash
that night, and we had a major disagreement over which team would
win the match.
To settle the argument once and for all, I suggested to Karen
that we should make a bet on the outcome of the match. Karen
readily took up the challenge. We then spent the next 30mins
discussing the “penalty” for the loser. After
much negotiation, it was decided that if I lose, my penalty would
be to swim naked in the sea. Whereas if Karen
lose, she would have to let me fondle her breasts for 5
mins!
Until today, I never quite understood why Karen agreed to such a
penalty. Perhaps she was over-confident (cos Arsenal had home
ground advantage). Perhaps she was being flirtatious. Or perhaps
she was just doing me a favour (without being too obvious) by
giving me a chance to touch her breasts (knowing that I had been
quite obsessed with her tits since the webcam incident).
It is important to note that, at the time of this event, Karen
had not agreed to be my girlfriend. She claimed that she was not
ready to start another relationship so soon after her breakup with
Anthony.
In any case, to cut a long story short, Man United won the match
by a slender margin of 1-0. We were watching the live broadcast on
the large screen TV at a 24-hour coffeeshop in Sengkang when Man
United scored the winning goal in the dying minutes of the
game.
I was elated to have won the bet, although I was half-expecting
Karen to “chicken out”. Fortunately, Karen did not disappoint. She
was not upset at all about losing the bet. In
fact, Karen was quite sporting and agreed to pay up her “penalty”
that very same night.
We decided that my car would be the most convenient place for
Karen to pay her ‘debt”. So I drove my car to a
quiet multi-storey carpark and proceeded to claim my
prize. I was expecting Karen to remain passive
during her 5 mins “ordeal”, but I was wrong. Karen was in a
flirtatious mood. I could hardly contain my excitement when Karen
climbed over from her seat and sat on my lap (facing me). In that
position, her boobs were just inches away from my face!
My heart was thumping madly, my throat was dry and there were
slight trembles in my hands as I gently placed both my palms on
Karen’s boobs – for the first time after more than a year of
lusting after them. Karen’s eyes were closed tightly as I gently
caressed and squeezed her breasts. Not contented with just touching
her boobs through her clothing, I lifted up Karen’s blouse until
her bra was exposed. It was a lacy half-cup bra
which exposed a good amount of Karen’s tit flesh to my mercy. I
could not resist the temptation as I leaned forward to cover her
exposed flesh with wet kisses. There was no objection from Karen
and her eyes remained shut throughout.
Karen’s lack of objection emboldened me as I reached behind to
unclasp her bra and fully exposed her beautiful tits – which are
considered pretty large for her small body frame.
Karen’s nipples were already hard - not sure if
it was from the air-con or from the sensation of having her breasts
fondled. I alternated between squeezing, kissing and sucking on
Karen’s tits.
Soon Karen’s was starting to take in deep breaths as the
tinkling sensation of having both her breasts “assaulted” started
spreading to the rest of her body. By then, my c?ck was already
super hard. With Karen sitting on my lap and coupled with my tight
jean, it was starting to feel painful to have my hard c?ck trapped
for so long inside my pant. I used that as an excuse and told Karen
that I needed to unzip my jean to ease the pressure on my c?ck.
Karen flashed me a mischievous grin but did not say anything. I
took that as an “okay” and proceeded to unzip and pull down my jean
(and underwear) to my knee level – thus exposing my hard c?ck to
Karen.
Upon seeing my exposed c?ck, Karen simply smiled. Without any
encouragement or prompting from me, Karen voluntarily wrapped her
small hand around my hard shaft and gave my c?ck a few gentle
squeezes. She then went on to stroke my c?ck using slow deliberate
movements as she slowly brought me close to the plateau of orgasm.
Just when I was about to cum. Karen stopped suddenly. My initial
disappointment soon turned to joy as Karen starting grinding her
pelvic against my exposed erection. I could feel
Karen’s wet p?ssy, separated only by her thin g-string, rubbing
against my c?ck as she dry f?cked me in the car.
The dry f?cking action brought me over the edge within minutes
as I could not hold back the floodgate any longer. I literally
exploded and fired off jets after jets of hot cum all over –
messing up my car and Karen’s clothing in the process. This was the
best “sex” that I ever had. Although it was only dry f?cking with
no actual penetration, the orgasm was simply mind-blowing!
After I have calmed down from my orgasm, I offered to finger
Karen to repay her for the wonderful experience – for turning a 5
mins breasts fondling session into a dry f?cking session. But she
refused to let me touch her p?ssy. I was puzzled
by her explanation:
“.... cos we are just friends.”
End of Part 5 (To be continued)
