Alone….Maybe not. (part 3)

Hi everybody.

Sorry for the long delay between part 2 and part 3. I was very busy recently..so now without further delay... part 3 for you!

part 3....

As we hugged each other to sleep with only the blanket covering our bare flesh, I felt I had the best sleep for almost seventeen years of my life. The warmth from his body was just sufficient to make me cosy in his arms and seemed like an invisible protection around me with that occasional chilly breeze which came through my bedroom window……

I woke up by the slow touches of Kenneth. As his left hand was around my waist and my right hand was on my shoulder, my smooth back greeted him. As his right hand moved slowly down from my shoulder to my neck, two of his fingers went past my cleavage and his right hand met his left hand. As his right hand briefly brushed past my left breast, I felt ticklish and I breathed a little harder. I looked down at his both hands and smiled. I did not know whether it was love or not. It was hard to define or describe.

“It’s seven in the morning. You had better get prepared to go to work. I can fetch you to your workplace,” Kenneth offered and I nodded my head with a child-like glee.

“Who is he? The one who fetched you in his car. Your new boyfriend?” Jocelyn passed by as I dropped off at the pavement by the building that I worked at.

“He is my neighbour,” I wanted to elaborate but I stopped short to tell her more details.

It was work again and I could not help but think of Kenneth. He was someone whom seemed to be a caring person but I was a single mother who had a child. I would not know whether he can even accept me if we could be together. I brushed those thoughts aside after looking at the intimidating amount of work that I had on my desk.

Time passed very fast as it was nearly six in the evening. I did not have a chance to look at my phone since lunch time and I glanced at my phone. There were a few messages but I skipped those and looked at what Kenneth had sent to me.

“Would you want to go out with me at night at around ten after my lessons had ended?” Kenneth’s short message read.

I agreed readily, wondering where he is going to bring me to. As we arranged for the meet up, I felt like as if two big weights had been lifted off from my shoulders. I did not know why. I just felt comfortable and happy to see him and I looked forward to seeing him tonight.

When I went home, I took a short nap as I felt very tired. It became a deep slumber and I was rudely woken up by the doorbell.

“Kenneth!” It was the only word I said as I opened the door and hugged him, but looking around making sure that the neighbours were not looking at my direction.

“Come in, Kenneth. I would get prepared in a short while. You just take a seat in the living room,” I beamed at him as I went into my room, not giving him a chance to talk.

As I came out of the bathroom with just a big towel wrapped around just below my shoulders to barely around my thighs, Kenneth was inside my room. My face was flushed with embarrassment in that instance.

“Sorry for intruding in, but I just want to…” Kenneth paused momentarily as he put his hands around my waist and kissed my lips.

I felt I had melted in his embrace. I did not care whether how I was presented in front of him. I just felt secured but yet vulnerable. As our mouths locked into each other, our passion rose up again as we caressed each other once again. I seemed to feel the touch of his warm hands even through the fabric of my towel. As his hands went to my thighs, they seemed to be going up to my bare flesh but he stopped short of doing anything else.

“..express my feelings for you, Clara,” Kenneth continued as our lips broke free from each other.

I smiled, not knowing how to react.

“I need to get dressed, before we go out,” I pointed at my towel and Kenneth gave the cheeky innocent look at me as he went out of the room.

“How’s work?” I broke the silence as the humming sounds of the engine were barely audible.

“Well, everything is fine. What about yourself?” Kenneth asked.

“Work has been hectic. Everyday from Monday to Wednesday, I would just go home and sometimes I would just talk to my son or just watch television. Andy is quite obedient but he is always busy with his schoolwork and such. I would not want to disturb him or invade into his privacy,” I did not know why I blabber on even though he was not asking about Andy.

“I got to agree with you. Andy does not argue much with me although he is a little lazy. He just needs a little motivation and something to make him start his engine to do his work. It must be hard on you all these years,” Kenneth punctuated his statement as his hand held my hand tightly.

I did not know how to react but I just let him hold my hand for as long as possible. The silence was deafening as Kenneth turned into the road leading to Telok Blangah hill park.

“I always come here to look into the trees when I am vexed, bored or stress with work,” Kenneth pointed in front as he parked his car.

“So why do you bring me here?” I was curious.

Kenneth just smiled at me without answering the question. As we stepped out of the car, I felt an air of natural calmness surrounding me. As he held my hand, I felt my soul was lifted with a sense of belonging to this man, Kenneth. I stole glances at him while he was looking away from me and beamed to myself.

“It’s good to forget your worries for a while and look at nature in front of you right now. When you get back to work the next day, you would be more refreshed and perform better in your job,” I am not sure whether Kenneth was answering my question with deliberate delay or not.

“When I broke off with my girlfriend two years ago, I did not know when would be the next time I would find someone special. When I first saw you while teaching your son, I just had a strange feeling that I would get to know you more. That intuition that I had was right eventually,” Kenneth continued as he looked at my direction.

I acted shy as I looked away from him. At the corner of my left eye, I could see that he was still looking at my direction, as if trying to anticipate what I am going to say next.

“Well, last night, you already know me very well,” I answered with a concoction of happy complacence and embarrassment.

There was not a single soul around us. No vehicles parked in there. The place seemed to just fill the two of us looking out at the vast greenery. The time seemed to tick very slowly as we looked in random directions, occasionally looking at each other.

We went back into the car. Kenneth started to start the engine and switched on the air-conditioning but the car did not move an inch. As it was still engaged in the parking gear, the air between us was an awkward one. I did not know what to do next and I had no idea what he was thinking of.

As he looked at me intensely into my eyes, he suddenly tilted himself towards me and grabbed my shoulders to kiss my lips. As our lips were engaged, I resisted and pushed him away forcefully, almost causing him to go back to his seat.

“What are you doing?” my fierce tone caused his head to tilt backwards in surprise.

Without even giving him a chance to reply and stealing a quick glance around the surroundings to make sure there was no single soul, it was my turn to tilt towards him and I grabbed his shoulders causing him to move away from his seat. As I initiated the kiss, his lips gave me the impression at those few seconds that he was confused at what was going on just now but his passion and intensity in his kiss overtook the confusion.

As I pulled out my lips away from him, I looked at him with my half-closed eyes. It was as if I was still in a dream.

“Do you love me?” my words seemed to come emerging from the iceberg of sub consciousness.

“Yes I do,” his reply was barely audible as if afraid of letting other people hear.

“I am a single mother, you don’t mind?” I did not know why I said that as it seemed to be a redundant statement.

“I do not mind, but we need to spend more time together to know each other better. I was hoping to settle down and get married if I could,” Kenneth’s words seemed to massage every corner and contours of my ears as they were so soothing to my eardrums.

“I felt touched by how you really felt towards me. I am happy to what you have mentioned but I do not want what happened last night to affect your decision making or in any sense to make you feel committed towards me,” I touched Kenneth’s hands with assurance.

“It’s getting late. You have to work at night too right tomorrow?” Kenneth’s diversion of the topic struck me that the next day was Wednesday and I had to work at night.

“Could you tell me which pub you work at? Maybe I might pop by,” Kenneth’s question was replied instantaneously with a note I scribbled on a rough piece of paper and I just stuffed it into the pocket, not knowing why I did such a silly thing towards him.

It was a brand new day. The manager of the pub I was working at told me about the schedule for the week. For this week, I had to work everyday at night from today till Saturday. I feel that it would be sleepless nights for the next few days.

“Can I have a jug of beer please?” Mr. Chen grinned at me as I acknowledged him immediately so as to avoid him.

Mr. Chen was one of our regular customers. He was forty over years old and he came here sometimes alone or with one or two of his colleagues. His oval-shaped face with a mop of curls on top of his head always wore a puckish grin and his debauched eyes never failed to wink at every girl or waitress which was in the pub. When I poured the beer into his mug, his left hand grabbed the lower part of my wrist.

“Hey Clara, would you be free after work? I would like to have supper with you, can I?” his stare at me made me feel very uneasy as his stare was aimed just below my neck.

“I have a date with someone. I thought you are always talking to Ann and you wanted to ask her out?” I maintained my calmness as my smile was maintained in his direction and I discreetly took my hand away from his grasp.

“Well, she is always not free. So I ask you instead,” his words were not only tactless but it made me wonder whether any woman would want to go out with him.

I ignored him as I went busy with my work. Although the pub was slightly more than half-filled, some customers would make small chats with me and I would just entertain them for a short while before taking orders from other tables.

“You even bothered to talk to Mr. Chen for a while. I cannot stand him, he always like to touch me whenever he has the chance to. There was one time I had to swallow a stomach full of anger and tell him nicely when he touched my buttocks,” Ann looked at Mr. Chen as she spoke to me with an irritation mounting into quivering indignation.

I just laughed at Ann’s remarks. At the age of twenty eight, her petite frame boasted of a good figure that I do envy how she could maintain even though she had a huge appetite.

As the night progressed, there were no signs of Kenneth. I thought to myself that he might not be coming. As I was busy taking the drinks from the bar, a pair of hands suddenly caressed briefly on my shoulder. I turned around and was surprised to see Kenneth.

“Kenneth!” I shouted out loud not caring about the surroundings.

As I looked around, there were no customers who needed to be tended to. I pulled him to the back near to the toilet. As he leaned against the wall, I held his hands and kissed his lips. My eyes darted from left to right, hoping nobody would be walking by and spotting us.

As our kisses were deep and short, Kenneth grabbed my hands as he pushed me slightly for me to lean against the opposite wall.

As we looked at each other, a male customer smiled at me and walked into the toilet.

“I have to get back to work. I shall get you a drink,” I slipped my hands out of his as I walked out to the main area.

After I served Kenneth his drink, I talked to him briefly before going around to other tables.

It was finally two in the morning. It was time to close the pub. As I drank the last few rounds with my regular customers, I was abit tipsy as I did my closing.

“Let me send you back home,” Kenneth offered.

As we reached home, Kenneth helped me to open the door. I was a bit giddy due to my excess alcohol consumption. As he went past Andy’s door, it was close. Andy was in his room fast asleep.

As Kenneth helped me lie down on the bed, I cheekily pulled him down together with me to the bed.

“Andy is just next door. I better get going,” Kenneth’s whisper was hardly audible as he did not want to wake Andy up as my bedroom door was still ajar.

“Who cares? I am his mother. He is not my father. Why do you bother?” my crazy laughter in between my words that I was trying to mince out of my mouth was briefly covered by his hand.

My soul seemed to go out towards Kenneth wholeheartedly with my eyes almost closed. As I quivered slightly, my bare shoulders moved up and down rhythmically with my heavy breathing. My chest heaved, fell and heaved again. In short sharp spurs of breath, my eyes could not help but stare at Kenneth through the wild mass of hair on my face. Kenneth’s eyes reciprocated.

“Do I look wild in front of you?” my voice was lowered deliberately as I was not afraid to behave like a slut in front of him.

What would happen next? I don't know as yet, don't ask me! Look out for part 4 soon!

Alone….Maybe not. (part 2)

Hi everybody. Wow, I received a lot of remarks on this latest story especially the second part of it. I am glad I actually stirred up some reaction. Well, some of you all who read my story in the office and felt that it was not the right place to enjoy...hmmm..well, if you are in the office and you are reading this now, I guess its better that you leave it to when you get back home or somewhere else where you feel comfortably reading it....

The intimacy continues...

“I want you to lie down on your stomach. I want to treat you to something special,” our wet kisses came to a stop as I grabbed his head.

He seemed like a little boy as he obediently followed what I said. As he lied down on the bed as instructed, I opened my legs apart between his legs as I massaged his back slowly with my hands. It had been a long time since I had done that. As his slight moans and groans were synchronous with my routine massage, I used my knee knuckles to give him a gentle massage at the sides of his body. Smiling to myself, I gently unbuckled my bra and removed it as slowly as possible so that he would not notice it. I put it on the bed gently and slowly lie down on his back. As my bare breasts touched his back, I could literally feel the shivers down his spine bone, knowing that I was topless but he could not see. He could only feel them but not see them as yet.

As he turned his head to one side attempting to peek a little, I put my hands to cover his eyes playfully.

“Yes?” It was a very long yes purposely stretched longer with a slight tease in my voice.

“Nothing,” he chuckled to himself as his hands were attempting to try to touch my body.

I held his hands down, not allowing him to do anything else but just lie down still. As I slowly rub my body against him, I could not help but felt more aroused as I rubbed in a rectilinear motion and subsequently in a circular one. I did not want to be too carried away and I sat up. I positioned myself as my kneel knuckles started to massage his body and I smiled cheekily to myself. I stealthily took up my bra and wore it back.

“Ok, Kenneth. Are you feeling much better now?” I pat on his back with my two hands as I got up.

Kenneth turned around as his excitement written on his face seemed to turn to a slight disappointment.

“Why? The massage was not good?” I asked innocently as I half expected why his facial expression changed a little.

“I thought you…. Nevermind..nothing,” Kenneth seemed to be tongue-tied, not knowing what to say or whether to say it.

As he lied on his back, his eyes pierced into mine trying to read into my thoughts as they slowly rolled down towards where my boobs were. He seemed to be in thought and I was trying to decipher every thought through the intensity of his stare.

As I lied down on top of him, our mouths were engaged once again. As our hands glided at every bare flesh of each other, I tactically unbuckled my bra from behind.

“Close your eyes, Kenneth. No peeping,” I put my hands on his eyes and lifted them up.

As his eyes were shut, I slowly removed my bra and suffused him with luxurious warmth from being aroused from my upper bare body to his torso.

“You were wondering what you had felt just now when I was lying on top of you?” my voice was low and slightly hoarse as I gave him a gentle massage on his stomach with my breasts.

My eyes were fixed on his, making sure that his eyes were shut. As my breasts gently went down below his stomach to where his groin was. His hard-on was obvious as I gentle slide my cleavage on it. As his hands attempted to try to grab something, I held his hands down and slide up as my face was just a hair breadth distance away from mine.

“Open your eyes,” I whispered in his ear as I blew air in his ear and nibbled it a little.

I panted very heavily as I felt very nervous letting him almost see that part of my body that I was most proud of. As my breasts were rested on his chest, we looked at each other intensely. His eyes were darting between my eyes and my breasts. As I slowly got up, my breasts were slowly revealed in full view. Before I could get up, the floodgates of passion and lust that was burning in him broke open. He held me up as he sat up and licked my breasts. As I arched my back backwards and put my hands on his thighs, I moaned with every wet touch of his tongue on my nipple. Grabbing my waist, he turned me around and lay me swiftly but gently on my bed. As his last piece of cloth was thrown on the floor, he correspondingly removed my panties. As we exchanged glances at each other’s nakedness, he began to instinctively climb on top of me, I knew what he wanted but I crossed my legs alternatively putting on the look of fake innocence and that of sluttish arrogance.

As I rubbed my bare flesh above my groin area on his groin, he attempted to try to open my legs up and put them in between mine, but I resisted to his attempt. When he stopped, I was wondering whether he would try to persist or try to do something else. As he put his hands in between the bed sheets and my back and scooped me a little, my head arched backwards. I was looking at the ceiling. His mouth paid full attention to my huge milk jugs. Being at that position was a big turn-on for me as I felt attractive and wanted by him. As every lick and nibble of his mouth on my breasts slowly melted down my resistance, my legs felt weaker as every shiver down my spine was greeted by more attention on my sensitive areas. Eventually, he pried my legs open slowly with one of his legs and subsequently both of his legs.

“Ohh..my god,” I felt a smooth entry in me as I could not help but scream a little.

As the image of my fake innocence slowly diminished, my lust for him was portrayed in my facial expression and my body movements. As our bodies were moving together in perfect synchrony, we were trying to climb up to new heights for our mutual desires for each other.

As his hands fitted into mine, he was making love to me more intensely and going into a deeper level in a kneeling position every time my body movements were in synchrony with his in a kneeling position. My moans became from a slow rhythm to that of random torrents which were so fast that my true feelings which could barely be minced out of my mouth were incoherent.

“Kenneth…I love you,” I did not know whether he could understand what I said.

As I contracted, he pushed my hands down to the bed as his body was in full contact on me. He started to moan out loud as I knew that he has reached his peak. I closed my eyes as I felt the entire moment.

“Clara, I love you too,” his words shot out with a short breath as he panted heavily.

My thoughts flirted between my pure lust and desires for him and that of even wanting him to be my husband and having a child with him.

As he stopped, he hugged me tightly as he kissed my lips.

“I….. I would take responsibility if anything happens,” he seemed to realise that we had unprotected sex as if waking up from another realm of reality.

I kissed him back as I held his head up. My eyes met his.

“Its ok, my dear. Don’t worry too much. Even though it is not the right moment to ask and I should not be the one asking, I really want you. You give me something special that a lot of men cannot. I feel so secure just now,” my voice gradually became louder as my confidence grew with my feelings for him.

As I looked at the clock, it was already past one in the morning.

“If you are too tired to drive back home, you can sleep here,” my offer blurted out from my mouth, hoping that he would not reject. His nod delighted me.

As we washed up, we snuggled up comfortably in the bed. I found a new pillow in him and I wrap my arms around him.

“It’s been a long time since I have somebody else I feel comfortable to sleep with,” I broke the golden silence, a smile and a pat on my head acknowledged my remark.

“You know when I was young, I used to have many boyfriends. I always hung out late with them. One day when I ignored my father, he managed to locate me with one of my ex-boyfriends at a playground. I was so drunk that night that I scolded vulgarities at him and he threw me out of my home. He literally dumped all my belongings into two suitcases and put them outside my home back then. At that time, I was very young. I had nowhere to go but I had to stay in my ex-boyfriend’s home. I was about sixteen years old at that time. When I was seventeen years old, my ex-boyfriend made me pregnant and I thought that he could take care of me. He seemed to be lost and did not know what to do. Our relationship turned sour even though we were staying together and not long after that, he was killed in a motorcycle accident when I was six months pregnant. One of my distant relatives knew about it and I was lucky that she could give me a shelter and helped me to find a job after I gave birth to Andy. Even though it was so long time ago, the memories seemed to be so fresh in my head,” a few tears uncontrollably trickled down my face as they slowly touch his bare flesh as I tried to stifle my cries.

“Don’t cry. It’s over now. Andy may be a bit playful but he is a very thoughtful child. He is a very independent boy unlike other students I have. I believe you should be proud of him,” he finally spoke after I poured out the past to him.

“From there on, I never wanted to talk to my immediate family members. I have not seen them since the day I was kicked out. I am not too sure if they still remember me, but I guess that I would not be able to recognize my youngest brother. When I last saw him, he is about ten years old. Now he should be twenty six years old,” my smile was not of happiness but a strong conviction of knowing that I can look at life more positively in the years ahead.

“I always believe that when the rain stops, sunshine would come eventually. Things would turn around at the darkest moments of one’s life. From these darkest moments of one’s life, one could learn a lot of lessons and strengthen his or her mentality to reach for greater heights,” Kenneth’s words seemed to be going into my head subconsciously as I was deep in thought to something which I could not help but tell him.

“Its amazing that I know so much about you in one night as compared collectively over the past few months when I first got to know you at the start of the year. Why haven’t I met you much earlier?” my words came out of my mouth automatically but yet seemed to be memorised from a pre-written script.

As we hugged each other to sleep with only the blanket covering our bare flesh, I felt I had the best sleep for almost seventeen years of my life. The warmth from his body was just sufficient to make me cosy in his arms and seemed like an invisible protection around me with that occasional chilly breeze which came through my bedroom window……

-the end-

Well, that's the end, as in really the end of the whole story?

Nah, lets see how the relationship between Kenneth and Clara developed in part 3.....

Alone….Maybe not. (part 1)

Hi everybody. Its been quite a long time since I wrote about something local. I have actually gathered life experiences of 5 different ladies and put them into a blender and concocted to a story! I hope that for them, they can relate to certain parts of the story. As for the rest of you all, I hope you would enjoy the story!

The Singapore woman experience starts.....

“Good morning, Clara. You look quite pale today,” my colleague, Jocelyn, was looking at me as I walked in.

“I did not have a good night’s rest, but I would be able to cope well throughout the day,” I did not look at Jocelyn as I spoke.

As I sat down at my table, it was time to start work. It was a Monday and it was also the first day of the second semester for my son, Andy. During his lower secondary school days, he fared not too bad but once he hit the upper secondary stage, his grades tumbled down like a big rock going down the hill crushing everything that got in its way. It was a lucky thing that his tutor was a good one although his fees were a little expensive. I chuckled to myself on the thoughts that he was also quite charming in a way.

I brushed my thoughts aside as I did not want them to distract my work. Working as an accounts executive in the company was a blessing as my education level was not high and the pay was pretty good. In order to keep up to the rising costs of living in this country, I also had a night job which nobody except for Jocelyn knew. I was a waitress in a club working two to three days a week from eight in the night till four in the morning. With just that meager few hours of sleep, it was definitely not enough. On certain occasions, even the strong dose of coffee was not enough to keep me awake till lunch time and I ended up falling asleep at my desk and not going for lunch. Luckily I slept throughout Sunday and I was not feeling tired even though I had only three hours of sleep the night before. Being an accounts executive is not too boring as I need not have to be desk bound all the time. If I were just a clerk stuck at my desk, I would be so bored that I could doze off easily in front of the computer screen.

It was six in the evening. I was so relieved that I could finally knock off from work. Finally, after a few consecutive nights of working at the pub, I could go home to rest early. As I send a short message to Andy reminding him to come back for tuition, I was too exhausted to bother whether he replied and just slept on the way back home. As I slowly strolled to my flat, I was almost in a daze and I did not realise that the tutor was already at the doorstep.

“Hey, Kenneth, what are you doing outside the door? Where is Andy?” I was surprised that he was standing outside the door as I almost bumped into him literally.

“I guess nobody is at home. The doorbell was pressed a few times but there was no response,” Kenneth looked puzzled as I felt like a fool not knowing what to do next.

“Oh let me get the keys and open the door to let you in. I would call Andy and see what happened,” I exclaimed as I searched for the keys in my bag.

I realised that I did not check my phone to see if Andy had replied. There was no reply from him and I called him instead.

“Andy, where are you? Your tutor is here. You better get home now,” I was irritated partially because of the lack of sleep I had the previous night.

“I have told you Ma that I cannot make it. I have to attend a camp for 3 days two nights. You must have forgotten,” the response on the other line suddenly struck in me that I had forgotten to tell Kenneth about it.

“Kenneth, really sorry, I forgot to tell you that his tuition has to be postponed. He has a camp. I am really sorry to keep you waiting just now too,” I apologized profusely although Kenneth does not seem angry at all.

“Its alright. Since I have a bit of time, I would like to tell you the progress of how Andy is doing in his studies,” Kenneth smiled at me as he sat down on the sofa.

As Kenneth told me about Andy’s progress, I was really very glad that my son had found a good tutor in Kenneth to guide him along in his studies.

“I am just curious. We did not have a chance to chat like this at all until today. I am just curious how old are you? You look young to have a son who is fifteen years old this year,” Kenneth’s question came out of the blue as it digressed away from the topic.

“I am thirty two years old this year. You know I am a single mother and I had him at the age of seventeen years old. His father left us,” my voice was loud but became softer as I did not really know whether to let him know too much.

“I really admire you for bringing him up at such a young age. I am one year older than you and I am still single,” his complements did not seem to sync into my head but I was surprised that he was older than me by a year although he looked like he was twenty eight years old.

His hand casually put on my lap as he blurted out his comments. I did not know how to react but I held his hand momentarily before letting go.

“Are you hungry? I can make a simple dinner before you go. Accept it as an apology for keeping you waiting just now and for cancelling the lesson so last minute. It was my mistake,” I went to the kitchen as I did not hear his reply.

“I would love to give you a hand too as well. I know how to whip up a few good dishes,” Kenneth’s spontaneous reply surprised me.

After knowing him more, I realised he was quite a talented man. Not only he knows how to teach three subjects which are English, Mathematics and Science, his culinary skills were quite impressive. I also learnt that he also did his own household chores at home and excelled in sports too.

As we ate dinner and chatted, I felt like I was talking to an old friend and not my son’s tutor. As time flew, I did not realise that it had been three hours since we stepped into the apartment.

“I got one comment for you, if you don’t mind. You are pretty, how I wish I can have a gal friend like you,” his words seemed to be blurted out without much thought or consideration.

I smiled at myself. I felt good about the comments but yet I did not want to be too carried away. He had a certain fathomless charm. His intelligence and wit was not overwhelming but seemed to tickle my senses every now and then. I felt that I was attracted to him more and more with every moment with him.

As I finished washing the plates, I walked out of the kitchen. I tilted my head downwards unknowingly and I almost knocked onto him.

“If I did not stop you, you would have bumped into me,” Kenneth held my shoulders to stop me from moving forward.

As I looked up, I was lost for words. I did not know what to do. As my thoughts flirted between my conscious and subconscious mind, I was tempted to lean forward to kiss his lips. Little did I know that my thoughts meandering through my subconscious mind were controlling my physical movements as I closed my eyes and leaned forward towards him. As our lips touched, I became bolder. I took the initiative to kiss him. He did not resist as his hands moved down to my waist and held me tightly there. It had been so long since I had that kind of feeling: the feeling of being wanted by a man.

As I held his head, our kisses became more intense. Our tongues engaged each other as our wet kisses were no longer on our lips as his lips were on my cheek and down to my neck.

As we broke free, I wanted to convey the message to him that it did not seem right to do that and that we should stop, but yet deep inside me, I wanted to continue. My message seemed to be conveyed silently through my eyes to him and he seemed to understand. His reply came with a gentle hug around my waist as he reassured me with a kiss in our lips. As our French kiss became prolong and deep, I felt my female hormones raging inside me. I took his collar as I dragged him into the bedroom.

“I didn’t expect that it would turn out this way..” his words broke the romantic silence as I hushed him with my finger on his lips.

I planted a kiss on his lips as I closed the bedroom door behind. His hands were on mine as he pinned me gently on the door. His apparent domination on me seemed to make me feel secured. As each kiss shed each layer of inhibition, we got bolder as our hands and lips explored each other. My shivers of pleasure where his touches were at my sensitive areas were replied by more attention on them. I closed my eyes and moan slightly as my head tilted upwards. I felt vulnerable as my soft spots were slowly revealed to him.

It was too much to bear as I pulled him to the bed causing us to have a soft landing on it. As he climbed on top of me, I could see his manly desires coming out slowly. As he slowly unbuttoned my blouse from the top button, his touches and kisses explored every bit of flesh. As the last button was removed, my blouse was spread apart. I breathed heavily as I looked at him in the eyes. The eye contact was intense and it seemed like we are trying to read each other’s minds through our eyes. With his eyes still staring into mine, his hands lay gently on my soft breasts. The lycra material of the brassiere separates the skin-to-skin contact. As he planted kisses selectively on my torso, he caused me to quaver a little. I moaned a little when his lips went from my cleavage to my left breast. His kiss seemed to pierce through the lycra material and ignite my womanly sensitivity. I held the bed sheets very tightly enjoying every single moment of what he was doing to me. With that little knowledge and little time with me, he knew almost what I desired and yearned for.

“Stand up,” my voice was hardly audible as I was panting slightly.

As he slowly stood up, I put my hands on his chest as my hands come together in the middle and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He was lean and quite muscular as I felt every inch of his torso. My mouth pecked at every inch of flesh revealed with each button being put out of its original position. As I removed his shirt, he reciprocated by removing my blouse. As I hugged his waist, I knelt down and my face was near to his groin area. I could feel that he had a hard on as I slowly removed his pants. As his pants dropped to the floor, Kenneth pulled me up. He hugged me as his hands went down to my waist and to where the zip was at the side of my skirt. He held me apart from him and my tight skirt slowly slipped off. Only in our underwear, we seemed to lose control of ourselves. Our desires poured out for each other literally. As his groin was in contact with mine, I felt very high. It was a long time since I had such moments with a man. The sense of security that he gave to me was translated into his touches, embraces and kisses. It was not just lust but passion and love seemed to be growing and blossoming.

“I want you to lie down on your stomach. I want to treat you to something special,” our wet kisses came to a stop as I grabbed his head.

-the end-

What is going to happen next? part 2 would give you the answer!