Looking
at the time displayed on my company's laptop, it reads close to
8.35pm. Taking a quick curious glance over the top of my cubicle,
it dawned on me that I am the only no-lifer left in the office;
that's the term my friends constantly use on me. Quick check on my
Outlook hinted that I could leave whatever that is left of my tasks
for the next day.
As I
stretched and yawned loudly to signal the commencement of my
freedom after hours of tiring labour, an ever so familiar voice
immediately made me froze in record time. Turning to the direction
where the voice came from, a few cubicles from where I am seated, I
was corrected of the thought that I was alone. A petite girl,
looking around mid 20ish had all the while been hidden in her
cubicle by the oversized company jacket that was perched atop her
armchair.
Engulfed
by the quantity of work that was assigned to me, I must have
overlooked her presence. I guess she was on the phone with her
parents as I overheard something about coming home late and telling
them there’s no need to reserve dinner for her. We had only
exchanged a few glances and ‘Hi’ over the course of my 6 months in
this new MNC I am working for.
Being
the curious guy that I am, I walked over to her desk on the
pretense that I am just passing by her desk on the way to the
vending machine. I faked noticing her and for the first time I
spoke to her with a full sentence, not just 'Hi'.
“Hey hi,
you are working late too?”
Even
though as if she gotten a shock by someone jumping out of the dark
scaring her, the expression on her face was quite cute.
“Oh..
hi. Umm.. yea, got to finish converting these data to charts for
the meeting tomorrow.”
Looking
at me with an unfamiliar expression on her face gave me a hint that
I hadn’t actually properly introduced myself.
“Haha,
sorry for being a total stranger. I forgot that we haven’t been
introduced properly. I’m Chris. We’ve actually exchanged a few
Hi’s”
Smiling
at me “I remember because you always walk by my cubicle every
morning, and I guess you know my name since there’s a label on the
cubicle. Umm.. I have to finish some work.”
Just
being my usual self, without a notion of being flirty I offered to
wait for her to finish her work giving an excuse that I am waiting
for an email before I could go off. She accepted my offer, I took
my laptop over and pulled a chair to sit next to her while admiring
her concentration towards her work.
I
thought of how lucky I am to be given the chance to actually speak
to her. I have a bad reputation when it comes to having no luck
with women due to my very young looks despite me being in my
mid-20s. The pin-drop silence of the vacant office didn’t help to
conceal what was probably the most embarrassing event which is
about to take place. My iPhone rang notifying me of a newly
received SMS. Innocently, she turned and looked at the source of
the noise and gazed long enough to absorb the contents of the
SMS.
“Hey
fuckface, it’s been like forever since we heard you got laid. Wanna
hangout for drinks and see if lady luck is smiling upon
you?”
I
fumbled for the ‘Close’ button as though my life depended on it and
quickly pick up the phone from the desk. I looked blankly at her as
if it was helping me to gather whatever leftover respect she has
towards me.
“Hehe,
that was a cute message. Do boys normally talk like that to each
other?”
She
caught me off-guard with her nonchalant reply as I was worried
about the kind of expression she might have towards me after
knowing that my friend converse in such a way with me.
“Haha,
you know. Long time buddies usually talk like that.”
She gave
me a cheeky smile and continued with her work. If my eyes weren’t
playing tricks on me, I am sure she was still smiling while facing
her laptop.
I busy
with my iPhone this time on Facebook and without noticing the time,
she stood up, did a stretch. I was treated to a full frontal view
of her pleasant petite figure, nicely shaped waist and an okay
sized breast. The semi-transparent white office blouse she was
wearing paired with her black pen skirt did little to hide the
black brassiere underneath. Her slim figure accompanied by her
nicely shaped bust and buttocks aroused me a little but I managed
to subdue the dirty thoughts of office affair that was brewing
within my mind.
“Finished
already?”
“Not
yet, just a little more. You sure you don’t want to go home first?
Very late already hor.”
I looked
at the time on my iPhone, it displayed 9.20pm.
“You
also know how to say late, how can let a girl stay in office alone
at this hour?”
Somehow,
the ice broke itself between us. I guess I have to thank my friend
for the SMS. It feels easier to have a conversation with her
now.
“I am
going to get some drinks from the vending machine outside, you want
any drinks?”
“Green
tea please.”
I came
back with the drinks and pop open the can for her. I noticed that
she already had all the programs closed and only a clear Windows 7
desktop can be seen on her laptop.
“Finally
done already huh?”
“Yup,
finally done. Now can relax, and I think I’ll come in later
tomorrow.”
Like the
SMS earlier, the silence of the empty office didn’t help but rather
enhanced the rumbling of my very hungry stomach.
“Haha, I
heard that. Want to order something to eat? Lazy want to go out,
can straightaway take cab go home after this.”
It is
understandable as our company is located in Ang Mo Kio industrial
area, and the closest food outlet is a good 5 minute drive
away.
We
sat around, sipping our drinks, waiting for our delivery while
gossiping about the weird people in our office, the horrible bosses
and overlord clients. She laughed comfortably as if she was having
a good chat with an old friend. It was long before our gossip
session got interrupted by yet another SMS by my friend.
“Eh, so
wanna hang out and try your luck tonight or not? I’m feeling lucky
tonight man! Maybe you can finally get laid, lol!!”
I
totally forgot about replying my friend. Not knowing how to reply
and especially after she once again saw the embarrassing SMS which
my friend sent to me. I gazed at my phone until she broke the
awkward silence.
“Tell
you friend you have a dinner date and you might get lucky tonight
even without his help.”
Did my
hearing deceive me? Am I hearing things correctly? Did she just
gave me a hint that my fantasies of office affair might become
reality? I reasoned with myself and doubted it, since girls here at
home are usually conservative in nature when it comes to these kind
of things.
However,
I couldn't help but stared blankly at her. Surprised was probably
written all over my face.
“Tell
you something.” She giggled. “My colleague was telling me about how
you always walk by my cubicle every morning. She said you might be
stealing glances at me.”
My mind
totally went blank after that. I always thought I am prepared for
all kinds of remarks thrown my way, but this time I was
unprepared.
“So, is
it true that you walk by just to make me notice you and are you
stealing glances at me? Because the other entrance is nearer to
your cubicle you know.”
“Haha, I
guess you could say that. Now I know why there’s a saying that
women have sixth sense.”
“I kinda
noticed you during my first week here because to be honest because
you know.. here got more aunties than young ladies”.
Hoping
that my cheeky reply would ease the awkward air, she giggled. We
remained silent for awhile and she said.
“My neck
is kind of sore after staring at the laptop for so
long.”
I took
it as a hint that she is giving me the green light to have a
physical contact with her.
“Want a
neck massage? I am not an expert but I should be able to squeeze
necks”
That
came out wrong, I thought. She smiled and turned her back to face
me while moving her waist length hair to the side. I stood up, told
myself not to screw this up and started to gently squeeze her neck
with my right hand while holding her left shoulder firmly with my
left. She gave a soft moan and complimented me that it is not
bad.
I
proceed to massage her shoulders and tried my luck by bringing up
the, me being lucky tonight question.
“So..
you said I might be lucky tonight. What does that mean?” Trying to
sound as innocent as I could.
She
avoided my question and told me to massage her arms as she’s been
typing a lot. I guess she was just joking about that reply she
suggested earlier and didn’t want me to get bullied by my friend. I
innocently lowered my hands to massage her upper arms. She leaned
back and arched her head back resting on the armchair’s backrest.
Standing behind her, I am treated to a pleasant tiny peek of her
cleavage between the collar of her blouse and it got me fantasizing
of the mounds beneath the blouse.
My
fantasies got the better of me and without noticing, my other head
is getting erected. I caught a glimpse of her eyes and noticed that
she was looking at me. I quickly look away to her laptop pretending
I didn’t just perversely look at her cleavage, but I guess it is
too late as her head was arched back, my already hard-on crotch
accidentally brushed against her head.
I hope
she didn’t noticed. I withdrew my hand back from massaging her
upper arms to get back to massaging her shoulders only to brush
against the side of her breast making my hard-on even harder which
is pressing against her head. Embarrassed and afraid she might
noticed, I took a step back.
She sat
straight and turned to look at me, and I couldn’t help but stole a
glance towards her bosom.
“Why are
you looking at my blouse? is there something on it?” She asked
innocently as she undid the top button of her blouse and folded the
right side back a little to check on it. This time, I am able to
see the top of her breast as she was still sitting and I am
standing. Her actions isn’t helping me to subdue my
hard-on.
“I can’t
see anything.” She undid another button from the top of the blouse.
I knew at this point she was just pretending. I tried my luck yet
again, naughtily suggesting
“Perhaps
if you can have a better look if you took off your
blouse”
She
glared at me playfully.
“Why
don’t you take it off for me?”
Am I
dreaming?! Is this really my luck tonight? I couldn’t believe it
but I knew that if I didn’t take this chance, there might never be
one again.
“Alright,
if you insists” I reached out both my hands towards the third
button from the top of her blouse, and slowly undid it. I couldn’t
believe what is happening. My heart is racing super fast and tried
to control my hands from shaking. As I was unbuttoning her fifth
button from the top. She took hold both of my wrist and slipped my
hands onto her breast from the top of her bra. I was fully erected
this time.
I gave
her breast a gentle squeeze as she moved to hold my
waist.
“Let’s
keep this as our secret okay?”
I nodded
in agreement and moved closer.
We
locked lips and our tongues explored each other. I undid the rest
of the buttons and pull off her blouse. I fondled her breast and
gently squeezed her erected nipples with my thumb and index finger.
She let off a soft moan. I could felt her hands roaming to my
crotch and unzipped my pants. She pushed my underwear aside and let
loose my manhood, stroking it with her right hands while I unclasp
her bra.
I took a
slight step back to absorb the memorable view of this petite
colleague of mine with her breast bare and right hands on my
manhood still stroking it. She knelt down and to my surprise, took
the whole of my manhood into her moist mouth. Her head bobbed in
and out while twirling her tongue around the head of my manhood.
Sucking on gently, audible slurps could be heard. My mind was
running fast, my heart throbbing. Looking around to check for
security guard or cleaners, there was none.
Feeling
safe, I enjoyed every moment of this amazing blow-job. Feeling
close to climax, I stopped her. Not wanting to end this night
without even feeling her pink lips yet. Moved the laptop aside and
sat her on the table. I pulled off her panty with ease and slid my
finger on her already engorged clit. My index finger slid into her
vagina while my thumb was rubbing her clit with gently rhythmic
strokes. Her soft moans encouraged me to make her orgasm. Her
breast was not spared. I sucked on her right nipples, my right hand
fondling her left breast while my left hand continued to pleasure
her luscious wet vagina.
I
noticed that her breathing getting harder. I knew she was about to
have an orgasm. I hasten the stroke on her clit and the rhythm of
the fingering. She hugged my head tightly against her bosom and she
moaned soon after signalling her climax with noticeable increased
wetness in her vagina. I stopped and look at her panting. My finger
still in her, feeling her vaginal muscle continued to contract and
relaxed as her body twitched lightly with satisfaction.
“That
was the best massage I had in my life. Let’s finish this up before
the delivery comes” she said naughtily as she tried to catch her
breathe.
I
positioned myself in front of her spreaded legs, ready to feel my
manhood inside her luscious moist pink lips. As my manhood entered
fully into her vagina, the phone suddenly rang. We jumped and got a
shocked of our life; I pulled out from her and she hurried to get
dressed while I answered the phone as I was zipping up my
pants.
It was
the delivery guy calling to inform me to collect the food and make
payment at the guard house because he can’t come in. What a way to
end such an erotic encounter.
I went
down to pay and collect our dinner. We laughed about what just
happened and exchanged some naughty ideas. She cheekily reminded me
again to keep this as our secret and hinted that my luck may fare
better next time. The thought girls being conservative in Singapore
flew out of my mind. I guess she was the rare few open minded and
modern kind of women. Although I was scolding and blaming my bad
luck, I guess it wasn’t all that bad since I was able to fulfill
part of the fantasy..