She giggled with anticipation and kicked her fair slender legs
as I lifted her up, married couple style, and headed up the creaky
stairs to the room.
The night was still young, at least to me, as I thought of all the
sexy possibilities of making out with this fantastic woman who was
just moments ago, my sweet and demure housemaid.
Even though I had just ejaculated, I was ready for another, or
maybe a few more, mind blowing orgasms. Ever since I left Singapore
a few weeks ago to work off site, the opportunities to get laid
were few and far between. Fine, I'm lying to myself. There wasn't
any opportunity at all being buried in projects after projects. I
heard from the grapevine in the office that a few of my colleagues
even suspected that I was gay. 30 years old, leading a yuppie life
with no hint of a girlfriend. That would make the tongues
wag.
Carrying her, I felt an immense sense of closeness and desire. Her
scent of flowers was not overpowering yet subtle enough to keep my
heart beating in desperation. Her b reasts bobbed lovingly with
every step I took as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I bent my head and we shared another kiss of longing and wanton
lust. The tongues darted around one another playfully, exploring as
our oral fluids mixed. Almost at the top of the stairs, I tripped
and we both fell to the floor clumsily. Fortunately, she held on
tight and didn't get hurt, whilst I palmed the hard surface to
break the fall.
"Oops. Sir is not strong." I confessed sheepishly.
Moving my hands to her head to check if she was hurt in any way, I
found nothing. She lay there quietly, smiling at me, with the eyes
just staring deep into mine. Caressing her beautiful mounds, I felt
the soft warm flesh and the taut and hard n ipples. Laying my head
on her chest, I could hear her heart beating furiously too.
We were like two secondary school children, in love for the first
time. My thoughts drifted back to the other encounters in the past.
True, the other women were in a class of their own but what I had
right here, right now was different. It was not about having sex or
satisfying a woman so that she would remember me for life. I tried
to convince myself that this was just pure lust on my part, but the
harder I thought about it, the notion of being in love became more
apparent.
Could this really be love? Did Han strike a long hidden chord that
I have so painstakingly hidden over these years deep within
me?
One of my reasons of not being attached till now was a phobia of
being tied down to just one person. I have seen many good friends,
drinking brothers and partying members of my group slowly reduced
to being a regular family man after marriage, even more so after
their first born. It's true that there are exceptions, but you have
to admit, marriage changes a man's lifestyle and habits. I cannot
thrive within this "comfort zone". I am spurred in life with my
successes in work and for my love in writing.
Han lifted my head up from her chest and pulled me in close for yet
another warm kiss. It was a lovers' kiss this time, slow and soft
as if trying to steady the pace at which we were going. I moved to
remove the white pants she was wearing and she helped a little,
bending at the knees so I could take them off while keeping our
mouths locked together.
I ran my hand along the length of her smooth thighs, relishing the
touch of the almost baby soft skin. She did not wear any panties
and that made her even more sexy and desirable. The cheeks of her
bottoms were tight and firm, probably from all the work she was
doing. All in all, she was the woman of the moment, the mistress of
the house. And I had to admit that I must have fallen in love with
her.
I pinched her inner thighs gently and ever so slowly, inching
upwards towards where it mattered. She was totally wet and wanting.
I spread her legs open and rubbed her in controlled strokes with my
fingers. The only reward I had was a slight mew of pleasure from
her as she held my head with both her hands and held me close,
maintaining the kiss that never seemed to end.
My other arm that was half supporting my weight as well as to hold
her head up was aching with a dull throb. I shut that out. Nothing
will stop me tonight. I'm not going to show weakness in front of
this woman who had been giving so much for me, even though only for
a week. In fact, I wanted to impress her, albeit sexually but
impression does count, even in bed.
She held my hand now and guided me along her crevice to a part that
was only too familiar to me. Continuing my assault on her clit, her
responses were more noticable now. She moaned softly and she broke
the kiss, laying her head on the floor and closing her eyes,
enjoying this particular moment.
I, too, was recovering from the last orgasm. Hardening, I knew that
was ready to take her. The foreplay was definitely driving us well
as I moved my body on top of hers, missionary style and prepared to
enter her.
She laid her hands on my chest to hold me back and at the same time
she said, "Sir, pain?" I could feel her tensing up nervously as she
knew what would be coming next.
