My Bet with my colleague

[ilikeoldchangke]

I work in a small office in the industrial park near Tai Seng.

The small office of 20 staff is a close knit one and I must have accumulated quite a bit of good karma in my previous life to have a good boss.



It’s my longest staying job thus far and for the past 4 years since I joined, no one left. My co-workers come to work at 8.30 sharp with a smile on their faces and most will leave before 8pm with an even broader smile.





Perhaps it’s because my boss Mr Chan would personally chase everyone out of the office at 8pm.


I remembered it was probably my first month in the office when one evening he tapped me on my shoulder at 8pm and said.

Mr Chan : There is more to life than work.



That remark has never left my head since that day he chased me away from my desk.










In terms of pay benefits, we are perhaps a little less than 5%-8% lower than our peers but no one complained.



We’re a happy bunch of workers and even though there are some politics at play, it was nothing compared to what I’ve seen in some of the bigger offices.




Aside from a happy work life, I was the envy of quite a few male colleagues when I got to share a cubicle with one of the prettiest, spunkiest girl in the team.


Her name is Joan.







Now Joan is probably one of the best dresser in the office. She’s got an eye for colours and matching her outfits nicely with accessories. It doesn’t matter if it’s a simple pants and work top, or a skirt with long sleeve blouse, I’ve even see her in berms and slippers one rainy day, she looks stylish and cool.

Yes, she looks hot too.



I’ve been secretly thanking the tropical weather in Singapore ever since the first time I saw Joan step into office in shorts and slippers about 6 months after I joined the company.








My mouth literally gapped open when she settled into the cubicle with her damp clothes and started to dry her legs.



Most people usually have tissues in their cubicles but for me, I have a preference for using kitchen towels.

Yes those standing rolls of towels you use in the kitchen.

I prefer the thicker feel of the paper pulp.







That rainy morning, Joan put down her bag, opened her umbrella to air it at the empty space behind our desk and came straight over to my seat. She reached for my kitchen towels and without a word, started pulling and unrolling a good amount of them.



Joan : The rain is crazy today….. totally drenched…

I was fighting to peel my eyes away from her top that was partially plastered against her flat tummy. The damp smell of wet fabric reminded me of wet laundry.






As she ripped off a length, she spoke a little louder towards Mr Chan’s office.


Joan : Boss…… we need a sheltered linkway from our office to the bus stop.






My Chan look up from desk and came out of the office, coffee in hand.




Mr Chan : What was that again ?






Joan turned towards Mr Chan, angling her body about 25 degrees to her right but keeping her legs firmly anchored to the carpeted floor beside me. Her left feet twisted slightly off the floor, if she had a golf club, I guess she’s ready to swing.




I felt a bit of reaction in my pants as I watch Joan run the towel up the side of her legs as she spoke, absorbing the droplets of rain from her hairless legs.


I thought they looked a little shiny but it had to be the lighting, or my eyes must be playing tricks on me.








Joan : I said…. We need a sheltered linkway …. To the bus stop.



Mr Chan nodded before saying he’ll call the prime minister and talk to him about it in a nonchalant manner. Another colleague , Amy, sitting opposite Joan threw a ball of tissue at her.



Amy : Don’t be a bimbo early in the morning Joan…





There was some giggles before everyone got back to work.


Joan thanked me for the towels before adding a little loudly.





Joan : Thanks for the towels James…… and stop looking at my legs.






A few immediate wooooss…. And wahhss….and a rather audible ‘ pervert ’ sounded out from the rest of the colleagues.


Joan laughed and threw a ball of used towels at me.








That was the general atmosphere of the office I work in.

We laughed, we joked and we get things done.






Joan and I worked closely on quite a few projects and we got closer as colleagues. Perhaps it’s because we both love to read.

There was once we tried to eat snake together after a meeting ended early and we ended up at a bookstore.




We were at separate sections browsing different books for a good 2 hours before we decide to head back to office.


Yes we are close, but not to the stage that we’re dating, not that I mind. The thing is Joan is not available.





Joan’s in a relationship for a long time, attached to her boyfriend since her days in NUS.



It’s at least a 10 year relationship by my estimates.


Sometimes I would tease her asking if she’s ever getting married.





James : Eh Joan…. Turning 30 liao you know….. Ah… Thomas haven proposed yet ah ?


She’ll usually shoot me a sideway glance and if anything was within her reach, she would throw it at me.





Joan : Tsk…. Don’t kaypo can……. I already very sad liao…


She added with a sad frown.




Joan : That day this kid called me auntie…… what the hell…. Haha…



James : Aiyah…. Tell Thomas he don’t propose soon… I’ll propose liao ah…






Joan laughed and replied.


Joan : yah la.. yah la… You always say that…




She turned and gave me a haughty glance that oozes and scream slut no matter how you look at it before looking at the direction of my privates.

Joan : Wait till you grow some pubic hair first ok ? James ? hahah .







I laughed.








Well, Joan is 4 years older than me but you would not be able to tell that from her looks definitely.

She still looked like a fresh grad who just joined the workforce not too long ago.


She may be 4 years older than me, but I’m exactly 4 cm taller than her at 1.7m.





Her eye lashes are naturally long, and she has a habit of blinking a couple of times when she looks at you for a favour. That big round eyes and the moving lashes coupled with her biting her lips was enough to make everyone give in to her in the office.



Since I was one of her closer colleagues, I would always tell her off, adding that she looked exactly like the porn star from the Jap av I downloaded when she does that.



She would usually give me a sweet coy look, blink a couple times more before showing me the finger.



Sometimes it amazes me how different Joan can behave depending on circumstances and the people she interact with.


She came from a good school and a strict family background,she struck me as someone prim and proper, yet she’s so at home whenever she’s talking with those uncle contractors or ah beng vendors.





Joan : Wah lao eh…. Knn… uncle Tong… don’t tiao kang jiak wa leh….. this is different from the sample you submitted. Buay swee lah…



I simply cannot imagine hearing something like this from a girl who came from RGS.








On the other end of the spectrum, I’ve heard her challenged a unreasonable client citing contract clauses that I don’t even realise existed in a manner that’s even more professional that the lawyers conducting themselves in court sessions.




Joan can be a typically ah lian if she chose to, she can change her tone to a spunky chic party girl if she wanted , and when it’s time to be professional and firm, her demeanour left everyone in no doubt that she meant business.


This is Joan for you.





Her naturally firm and full B rack and long shapely legs made her one of my regular masturbation targets.


Needless to say, I fantasised quite a bit about her.






January 4th , 2013

Friday


Joan is a January baby and her birthday falls on the 4th. More than hand the office was on leave since it was the 1st week of the new year.

Joan too was supposed to be on leave that day and I was surprised to see her turn up at work.

[ilikeoldchangke]

My section was empty, the closest colleague is at least 5-6 m away facing in a different direction. Thinking that no one would appear since I’m right at the corner of the office, I had sammyboy forum on full screen.



I was happily browsing the pictures and reading the stories online when I felt a smack across the back of my head.




I honestly felt my balls shrank to the size of a pea and I quickly closed the window and stood up.

The moment I turned around, I saw Joan with her eyes wide opened with her hands on her hips.



I wanted to speak but I could only managed some mumbling I could not even make out myself.





James : Ermmm..berummm…iwasnmmmm


Joan made a gesture of trying to smack me again which caused me to dodge but she did not follow through with her action.


I saw her powered up her PC before she went to the pantry to get her coffee.






10am


James : Hey… I thought you’re on leave ?

Joan : Well… just feel very sian…



James : Oh. I almost forgot.




I took a new roll of kitchen towel and scribbled happy birthday on it before passing it to Joan.


James : Nah…. Happy birthday…


She laughed and accepted my gift with both hands and a slight bow.



Joan : Thank you, James. I’ll need this… haha.






I was about to ask how is she celebrating her birthday when she took a look around us before sitting back down. What happened next completely caught me off guard.

I saw her beautiful face scrunched up, her eyes watered and she started to cry.


I felt my balls shrink again, probably to the size of a sesame seed as I struggled to understand what was going on.





It was those silent sobbing, she sobbed so hard her body shook. There was hardly any sound coming from her but her tears flowed freely.

In the back of my head, I wanted to crack a silly joke that went something like ,




“ Are you that sad you turned 31 ? “




I was glad I kept my mouth shut because Joan got off her chair and sat down on the carpeted floor before struggling to talk.




It was a soft sobbing mumble but I manage to make out what she was trying to say.






Joan : Thomas and I broke up 2 days ago….







Her head was lowered and she buried herself in her hands and she sobbed away.


I stood up and checked the immediate surroundings before joining her on the floor.




I gently nudge her shoulder and gave them a squeeze.


I did not disturb her for a good 15 minutes, allowing her to release her pent up emotions as much as she could.



I helped her up to the chair when I saw she was trying to get up.



James : I’ll… I’ll bring you another cup of coffee. The old one cold liao..







I went to the pantry and got her a fresh cup of coffee before heading back to the cubicle.




I passed her the cup of coffee and I immediately pursed my lips hard, pressing them together.


I sat down on my seat and my hands squeezed the sides of the handle so hard it turned my knuckles white.




Joan : Sorry… I know it’s very silly…. Go ahead… laugh at me…


She dried her tears before going on.





Joan : As my cubicle mate, I was expecting at least some sympathy from you James…. Not this…


I kept really quiet and just stared on. I was really trying to calm myself down.





Joan : It’s my birthday after all…. Can’t you just be a little nicer to me…


She came forward and smack me on my thigh and added.





Joan : Stop it…. I just ended a relationship… what you’re doing is very rude..



I took a deep breath and replied.




James : I’m… sorry…


That was all I managed before I had to purse my lips again.















Joan : I don’t get what’s so funny James… you’re quite a heartless chap….. I was still about to ask if you’re still considering proposing to me….

James : I’m….sorry Joan…




I could not hold it any longer and I let loose a short burst of giggling.

It was a genuine giggle that centred around something funny.




Joan gave a sigh before turning away from me.


What Joan spoke next was the beginning of a very interesting journey for the both of us.


It was our very first wager as colleagues.





Joan : I bet you would not be able to make me laugh today. …


I replied immediately.




James: What are we betting on ? haha.



I felt quite sorry for Joan when I heard her speak. I could really feel the sourish sadness when I heard her reply.




Joan : I’ll buy you dinner lor….. since I’m probably going to be alone for my birthday.





I replied almost immediately


James : You are on..




I left the cubicle and I went to borrow another colleague’s mirror she had on her desk and brought it back to Joan.




The moment I handed it to her, she burst out laughing, spitting saliva and letting loose some mucus at the same time.


Joan : Hahaha…..idoit…





I handed Joan some wet tissues for her to clean up her face. It turns out the marker I used to scribble Happy birthday on the kitchen towels smudge all over her when she used them to dry her tears.


It was not too bad, she just had dark smudges of black all over her face and it was really quite a funny sight.







James : So…. Did I win the bet ?


Joan laughed.




After a few seconds later, she nodded her head.




I smiled.






Joan composed herself shortly after and demanded another bet. She’s not someone who takes losing lightly.



Joan : James …. I bet I can make you cry during dinner.


I laughed and shook my head.






James : No way…


She just laughed and asked if I’m taking up the bet.


James : Sure….. what are we betting on ?






Joan smirked and shot me a sideway glance.

Joan : Winner gets to slap the loser.





I guess given her lousy mood, she really needed to vent her frustration out on someone that day.

Well, at least I get to have dinner with Joan.





I agreed.








6.10pm


We took a cab to Jalan Kayu and when I saw Joan approach the restaurant that serves buffalo wings, I knew what she was up to.



We took a seat, ordered beer and Joan ordered half a dozen of really intense buffalo wings for each of us.


I could already see the smirk on her face as she sipped her cold beer.





6.20pm


We were just chatting casually when her phone rang. She mentioned that it was Thomas and she needed to take the call. I saw her get up and leave and I immediately called the service staff.



I ordered a small dessert and requested for a candle and the staff nodded knowingly.

I requested that he change my wings to one which is really mild and briefly told him that we’re just having a friendly wager.




He smiled and nodded before disappearing into the kitchen.




6.30pm


Joan came back in and said Thomas called to wish her Happy birthday.


James : You ok ? …


Joan : I would be after I get to slap you later .. haha.


I smiled and kept quiet.





6.40pm


The wings arrived and we started eating.


Now I pretended to take a deep breath and I gobbled up my wings fast. I pretended to clench my teeth and just gobbled and gobbled.

I finished my 6 wings in no time as I watch Joan struggled with her 2rd wing.





Joan downed her beer and when I was about to reach for mine, she snatched it away from me and started drinking from it. I pretended to hold one and clench my teeth, but I was definitely nowhere near crying.







At 7.15pm, the victor is clear and I cannot wipe the smirk off my face whereas Joan cannot stop sulking.


Her sulk turned to a smile when I asked for the dessert to be served and Joan thanked me for the small surprise.




Joan got the bill as agreed and I offered to send her back to her place in Sengkang.



Right when I reach the foot of her block, she turned towards me and took a deep breath and mumbled at the same time.



Joan : Don’t believe my day can get any worse than this…




She offered the side of her face towards me and looked away.



I know you must be thinking that was the que for a kiss, a romantic gesture to end the day. I could be a gentleman, bla bla bla….. Perhaps a new beginning for James, but no.





James is not a gentleman.


A slap is a slap.







I lifted up my right hand and off it went.


Smack !





Joan’s eyes widen in surprised and she was lost for words. I quickly ran before she could recover her consciousness.


I got a good distance of 8-9 meters between us before I turned and saw Joan rubbing her left butt cheek and laughing at the same time.






I got another 4-5 meters away before I heard Joan scream at me, laughing at the same time.


I got to the side of the road to hail a cab and I could still see Joan standing at the void deck looking at me. My phone rang shortly after and I answered.



It was Joan.






Joan : Hahaha… you chicken you… run so fast. Haha.


James : Haha.. that’s a really firm and toned….behind… I must say.




Joan : Go and die .. haha…


James : Haha…. Cab’s here, half a good rest.







Joan : Goodnight James…. Thanks for the evening.


James : Goodnight Joan…







At 11.30pm that evening. I received an sms from Joan




Joan sms : Are you up for another bet ?

James sms : Bring it on…

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The very next day, I received a message that is so brutal that it made me laugh out loud.





Joan sms :


“Hi James… I’ve just been dumped by my boyfriend. I need someone to accompany me and make me smile. Do not for a moment think you stand a chance. You are just a stand in replacement till I find someone. PS : I am a very selfish person. You can choose to ignore this message. Joan “





I laughed and almost choked on my soya bean drink that morning when I saw Joan’s message.

I wanted to draft a reply but the next message came through.




Joan sms : Can you spend this afternoon with me ?..... and just agree to go along with everything I want to do …



And the next one followed suit.



Joan sms : I’m a in foul mood, i bet……. you would surely say ‘no’ to me before the day is over.




I sipped and drained my drink and the 4th message came through.

Joan sms : I bet…. 2 x slap…





I smiled and replied.


James sms : Can we be more civilised ?






Joan replied almost immediately.



Joan sms : 3 x slap


1 minute later





Joan sms : 4 x slap


Another minute later



Joan sms : 5 x slap






James sms. Ok… ok… I get the drift… Where do we meet ?




Joan wanted to meet for lunch so we arranged to meet in town at City Hall station at 12.30pm.





I was feeling pretty happy to be meeting Joan no matter how you want to view this date. Yes, you can say I’m silly, it’s a one sided affair and so on and so forth.


It doesn't matter to me.



A date, is a date, is a date.






I had a shower, got changed and took the train down to town at 11.30am. I was early and I got to city hall at 12.10pm



It’s my first official date after all and I have no intention of being late.



I was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. I took a short stroll around the underground mall before heading back to the station at 12.25pm.





When I saw Joan exit the gantry, I burst out laughing from where I stood.


It was one of the few times in my life I was left speechless and I just want to smile and giggle.





It seemed she has already started on her self-destructive behaviour.


She was wearing a simple pair of shorts, nothing too short, just mid-thigh pants that’s grey in colour. She had on a crumpled white t-shirt with absolutely no prints on it. Her hair looked like she just work up from a nap and they were tied up with a red rubberband.




Those red rubber band you get when you take away chicken rice.




She had no expressions on her face and she had no bags. Her only possession was her phone and a wallet she carried.


I can hear the muted slapping of her slippers as I watch her come towards me.





Joan : How ? Ugly right… unglam right…no wonder I got dumped. … i deserve it..


She started a slew of self-depreciating comments and I just kept quiet, allowing her to go on.


Joan : You can go back you know… if you find it embarrassing to walk beside me.






Truth is, I still find Joan beautiful despite seeing her in her market clothes.






There was no makeup, no fancy clothes, no need for branded bags. Her skin is naturally radiant , it’s evident that she took care of them.



Her hair may look a little puffy and messy but there is no hiding the fragrance of shampoo and the silkiness of its texture.





Her T-shirt may be crumpled, but they fit nicely on her body frame. Her pants may look like something you wear to the wet market but her bottom filled it up properly.


The cheap market slippers she was wearing that day only served to show me how nicely manicured her nails were.



Secretly I laughed at my observations.




Perhaps it’s true they say beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder.


I chose my words carefully before speaking.


James : Eh… you going wet market ah…







She gave me a look that made me reconsidered making any other snide remark.


She just gave a sigh, linked arms with me and we started walking.



Joan : yah.. I feel like an auntie…





Almost immediately when our hands touched, Joan started going on again.


Joan : I’m just using you James…. I know you are angry…. you feel the world is unfair… I’m a jerk… but too bad…. This is the way things are going…..




Before she could go on further, I quickly asked about our lunch plans.




James : What do you feel like eating ?



She shrugged her shoulders.



In the end, Joan could not make up her mind, in the end, we bought snacks, drinks and we ate as we shopping along the underground mall.




She was chirpy and talkative for a moment, then she sank back down to an awkward silence, then for no apparent reason, she would make some silly jokes.


Then came a barrage of attempts to make me say ‘no’ to her.






I make sure I considered my reply carefully and I constructed my sentences cautiously, leaving her in no doubt that I’m not falling for her tricks.



Joan tried to appear cheerful again after failing to trip me.

I feel bad for her, it’s got to be pretty sucky to pretend that you are alright when you are not.


It’s such a long relationship, it’s not possible to have a clean break.









We passed by one boutique and Joan just pass me the yogurt drink she was drinking and went in to take a look.



I saw her checking out this khaki coloured pants before talking to the sales staff.

It’s a stylish 3/4 cropped pants with no prints.






After a 3 minute chat, she went to the cashier, paid for the pants and went straight into the dressing room.



I took a quick look around and I could not resist but take a sip of Joan’s drink.


I felt the soft cold slush of her drink slide down my throat and I tried to imagine tasting her saliva.




She came out shortly after and asked for the tags to the pants to be cut off.


Joan was facing me as she turned around to allow the staff to cut off the tag and I gave her a thumbs up, signalling that she looked good.





She gave a smile and went back to the changing room to retrieve her old pants.


She placed them in the paperbag and we resumed shopping.


Joan : Better ?

I took another look and replied.


James : Hmmm… upgraded from wet market to Sheng Siong.



She laughed and ignored me.







I assumed she would want me to carry her bags for her but I was pleasantly surprised.

I offered to do it and was rebuked by Joan .




Joan : You’re my date James….not my slave… I can carry my own bag.







With that, she linked arms with me again and we continued our shopping trip.


To be honest, I was rather keen in getting my hands on the pants she changed out off.







After a short walk, Joan ducked into another boutique, this time coming out with this white off shoulder top. She let the soft fabric dropped naturally down her left shoulders, exposing her bra strap.

When she linked arms with me again, she shot me another look, as if she’s waiting for my remark and I did not disappoint her.





James : Ok… upgraded to NTUC.






She smiled and dragged me 20 steps forward to a shoe shop.

10 minutes later, Joan was taller than me.



A simple pair of casual heels propped her up slightly and she gave me this slanty eye look deliberately over her bare left shoulders when she’s a couple steps in front of me and I knew I had to reply her.





James : NTUC finest…



I saw her shoulders slouched and shivered and she laughed.



She slowed down and waited for me to catch up to her before we linked arms again.






Before we knew it , we were already done with the entire underground mall, coming out onto marina square. Joan passed by this accessories shop and she picked out the elegant hair clip adorned with a silver butterfly.


With a few deftly moves, she tidied up her hair and brushed back a couple of stray fringes.






James : Joan…


Joan : Yah ? ….


James : Ntuc finest is the most expensive market I’ve ever shopped at…. I don’t know any others liao. ….






She laughed out loud and for the first time that day, I believed she forgot about the unpleasant breakup with Thomas.

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1.45pm


Joan excused herself to the washroom and while waiting for her outside, I saw this beautiful shawl in one of the boutique.


I parted with $50 for a piece of cloth albeit with a nice batik floral prints. I’m guessing it’s something Joan would like.






I slipped it into one of her bags I was holding for her while she’s in the ladies.




We continued our window shopping, chatting, going into awkward silence, chatting again, going quiet again.






We stopped for coffee at Suntec at around 2.30pm and I could tell Joan was starting to slip back into her depressed mode.



James : Hey… Joan….


I snapped my fingers to get her attention.





Joan kicked me with the pointed part of her heels and asked what I wanted.





Truth is I already ran out of conversation topics. That was our first so call date afterall, there’s only so much I can say and ask without being too intrusive.



Add on to the fact that I was so careful with choosing my words, Joan kind of given up trying to trick me into saying ‘no’





I knew I had to get her mind away from thinking about Thomas and a naughty idea came into my mind when I saw the lingerie shop nearby.





James : Hey…. You changed most of your clothes…. What about the lingerie…


I gave her a really cheeky smile and she made an action of splashing the coffee at me.




Joan took a look at the lingerie shop a distance away before going back to sipping her coffee.




She must have thought of something stupid too because I could tell she suddenly got excited and drained her drink.



Joan : Drink up.. quick…




I too drained my drink and got up after Joan.





When I saw her heading towards the lingerie shop, I wanted to rub my hands in glee.





The only thought I have in my head is,


“Hoe Seh Liao “






As we entered, the sales staff greeted us with a smile and left us alone. I was excited of course, I cannot remember the last time I entered a lingerie shop. Probably many years back with my ex.





The array of bras, the lacy undies, the sexy pyjamas, the dim lights. The mood is just right.


And i’m linking arms with Joan shopping for lingerie, what more do you want from life ?




Joan browsed around and I saw her select a few undies. I don’t know why, but I instantly had an erection when she asked me if the prints were nice.

The sales staff brought over a small basket and I held on to it for Joan.






After selecting a few undies, Joan picked out some bras too.

I could see my dick straining to be let loose as I watch her fingers flip and feel the texture of the bra cups and lace trimmings.




I almost wanted to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming.



When we head over to the cashier, Joan said she could not make up her mind on 2 design for the undies and she asked which one I preferred.




I picked the boyshort with the cheesy leopard prints and black lace.



James : This looks interesting.


Joan took a closer look and asked if I’m sure.



Joan : Sure ?







I could see the counter staff breaking into a smile. She must be envy of us, a sweet couple discussing about lingerie.



I nodded eagerly.


You must have guessed by now that I’m already thinking of what to say at the back of my mind.





Is Joan going to wear it for me ?



Is she going to change into it after paying for them ?


There are tons of hotels nearby, maybe it’s my lucky day.








As I watch Joan gathered up the items for payment, I was a little cautious, I felt like she would definitely make me pay for her lingerie purchases.



This was always the case in movies isn’t it ?




Girl shops, guy pay, and so on and so forth.


I was wrong.




Joan paid for her purchases without batting an eyelid.



She already had her card out.
I moved away from the counter to check out some sleep wear when I noticed Joan and the sales staff looking at me.



Then the staff giggled and nodded her head before disappearing into the back.




My spider senses were tingling. I could feel the hair at the back of my neck standing.


Something was wrong.




The staff appeared barely 2 minutes later and added something to the pile of items Joan picked.



Joan turned towards me and gave me a smile.





After her purchases were packed, Joan came out and I kind of playfully nudge her to a corner.


I asked her in a hushed voice.


James : Do you really like the leopard print undies I chose ?



Joan answered me in a nonchalant manner.


Joan : Yes. ..


James : So…... You going to wear it ?



She replied naturally


Joan : Yes.




I could feel my heart thumping and I asked my final question.



James : You changing into them now ?



Joan smiled and replied.



Joan : Yes…







Words cannot describe my feelings at that point in time.

I watch Joan disappear into the ladies and reappear 5 minutes later.





She pulled me over to a corner and lowered her voice.





In a hush voice, she asked.


Joan : James ….. Do you really like the leopard print undies you chose ?



I smiled and replied


James : Yes..




Joan smiled…. Eventually it turned into a grin…. Before she laughed out loud in the mall.






There was no need to Joan to continue any further.



The smile disappeared from my face.





Joan composed herself and retrieved a smaller bag from the main one that held her purchases and pressed it against my chest.



Joan : So…. You going to wear it ?




My lips trembled and I hesitated. Joan cracked up again.


James : I…..er… .


I bit down my teeth and answered.


James : Yes..




It was not big deal.. it’s just an underwear with lace.




I am James, I’m a pervert. What’s wrong with wearing woman’s undies.




Joan laughed and continued.



Joan : You changing into them now ?



I replied more confidently this time round, not willing to lose the bet.





James : Yes !



She laughed and pointed to the bathroom and I stormed off.


I only took 2 steps when Joan asked if I needed help






Joan : You need help ?



That was it.


In my moment of folly I replied.





James : No !





I paused and I turned around, my eyes wide open in disbelief at my stupidity


When our eyes met, Joan smiled a toothy grin.





At that point in time ,one thing I knew for sure….. Her breakup with Thomas is probably the last thing on her mind.

[jasminee]

this is a very very sweet story.
im loving it so much :)

[dinzmarck]

Camping here

[LGhome]

very heartwarming story indeed.
:D:D:D

[Michael12Rock]

Logged in just to say that I absolutely love this story!!

The sweet, agonising feeling of being so near yet so far ...

Camping here for sure.

[BTech]

Awesome write up !
The very rare step by step unfolding of story!! Kudos to you my bro !

[RADIOJ]

Bro OCK u're my favourite arthur. Lol
Keep em up:D:D

[noobie77]

TS, you write pretty well and used some bombastic words unlike some other threads. Cannot imagine why can't u replace "no" with "I am not " or "I will not" or "I do not".... or were u just playing along just to get into her bed...

[tromba]

nice one
i really made my day
waiting for more to come

[FarAway]

Wassay this story is pretty steamish :D:D

[koebshaq0_0]

Welcome back, bro ILOCK...! 😃😝

[Notti555]

Waiting for update...

[PPGirl]

Camping ;)

[takashi31400]

thanks for sharing.camping here for more.


Merry Christmas

[acidicavex]

Wow never fail support camping with many things.:D

[fisho]

Camping for more!!!

[melman]

CAMPING FOR MORE ! Good story :D:D

[ilikeoldchangke]

I entered the cubicle and shut the door behind me, cursing at my moment of carelessness.

Personally, I don’t like losing too although I knew I would have given in to Joan eventually if I felt like it.





Note the difference though, me giving in is different from me losing.




I pulled the ribbon and peered into the bag, laying my eyes on the same panty that I had picked out for Joan. Same design that she was wearing at that moment.



I don’t know why but I felt a tingling sensation as my hand touched the soft and cool fabric. I instantly felt an erection stirring, the blood rushing to my manhood.


I removed my shoes and pulled down my jeans followed by my boxers.



The thought of this sick act brought back memories that went as far back as my school days.

The longing look at my pretty classmate’s overnight back during camp, the wet laundry bag after our visit to the pool, the small gym bag she kept her damp PE t-shirt in.





I place 1 leg into the panty Joan got for me and I realised that my dick was rock hard. I struggled to breathe properly as I put my 2nd foot in.




I could feel every hair on my leg, every inch of my skin reacting to the coolness and the softness of the leopard print boyshorts as I slid it up my legs.


Does Joan feel this too everytime she pulls her undies up her legs ?





As I pulled it higher, my dick got harder and harder to the point it hurts.




I had a hard time calming myself down and tucking my confused dick into the panty.

One moment I was rock hard, the other moment I went flaccid.




It took a while for me to calm down before I was able to pull my jeans up and I kept my boxers in the bag after folding it.




When I exited the bathroom, I could see Joan eagerly coming towards me. There was a look of curiosity and she started peppering me with questions.




Joan : How… how ? Did you do it ? hahaha. ? Nice or not ? do you feel sexy and wild ? ahahha


She answered her own questions with her own laughter and I just struggled to walk properly.


She kept her teasing coming, as if she was out to make me feel humiliated.

Joan : Nice right…. So soft… I kinda like it.

Joan : So how ? ….. got erection ah ? hhaa.






Joan : Oei.. you ok or not.. It’s the biggest size they have, should fit quite ok. You’re so slim.


I gave her a pained look and replied.


James : My dear Joan, I have extensions that do not fit in properly with the design.




Joan laughed and slap her thigh, clicking her heels on the tiled floor of the shopping mall. She quickly linked her arms with me again before starting to whisper and pepper me with more questions.




Joan : Eh James…. James… honestly… you like ah ? hahaha




I did not know what to reply her so I kept quiet.


Joan : Nice right ? the fabric so smooth…. Men’s underwear and boxers not as nice. Haha.




I shot her a questioning look.


James : How you know my boxers not as nice ?


She smiled and told me she use to do quite a bit of Thomas’s laundry and that he was also fascinated with her lingerie.



Joan : Aiyah… all guys like our undies, just that they don’t want to admit. Haha..






She grew silent after her last statement.



The mere mention of Thomas struck a raw nerve and I could feel Joan withdrawing a little again.



I manage to calm myself down more and as long as I don’t get an erection, it feels like a normal underwear to me. It’s a little tight up front and the lace is uncomfortable but other than that I would say it’s bearable.

It’s Joan’s gift to me after all.








We decided to grab an early dinner but Joan did not want to eat in town. She wanted some hawker fare and we took a cab back to Kovan.


We hardly talked in the cab, there was a bit of teasing when we were in the cab queue by Joan but the novelty soon wore out.





Joan said she wanted to take a walk along the stalls at the hawker center before making up her decision so I stayed behind with the bags.


While looking around aimlessly, I happen to look into the large paperbag that held the various smaller bags. It then struck me that the smaller bag that held both the leopard prints undies were the same.


I felt my heart skipped a beat as I looked at the small paper bag I had put inside the bigger one. Joan offered to carry it together with hers after I came out from the bathroom.



The only different was that my ribbon was undone.



I took a quick glance around and I tied up the ribbon.



I wanted to be sure, so I pulled the free end of the ribbon for the other bag and peeked inside.



I felt blood rushing to my manhood the moment I laid my eyes on a pair of plain grey panty. It must have been the one Joan was wearing when she met up with me earlier that day.




I quickly retied the ribbon and I made a small mark using my nail on the bag.



My heart was racing when Joan popped into view right after my hands left the paper bag.





5.45pm


Joan came back with a lift of things she wanted to try and thanked me with a gleeful smile.






6.10pm


We attracted some stares with the variety of food we filled our table with, there was no way we can finish them. From fishball noodles to rojak to chicken rice and a chicken cutlet.









7.15pm


I took a train together with Joan back to her place in Sengkang. While waiting for the feeder bus, Joan told me she missed her old place in Farrer park.



Joan : It’s so near town and Holland Village. There’s nothing here in Sengkang.



I asked her why did her parents move and she gave me a brief smile.



Joan : Farrer court en bloc last time.



James : Oooooohhhhh….. rich girl seh. Haha



She slapped me on my arm right when the feeder bus arrived.








Joan stayed near rivervale plaza in Sengkang, in one of the executive flats. Her parents decided to just take things easy and retire after selling their old place.


I walked her to the bottom of her flat and I was surprised that Joan said she did not feel like going up too early.



Joan : I’m just going to face the 4 walls of my bedroom anyway.


She changed out of her heels into her slippers, which by then had given her a blister on each foot.



We just chatted at one of the benches on the estate.







8.30pm


She told me she was slowly feeling the impact of the breakup and it’s about to hit her head on.

Her parents were concerned, her close friends were asking her, and it doesn’t help that Thomas and her were sharing a common group of friends too.






After our conversation drifted off a while later, Joan suddenly said that she felt like drinking.



I bought a 6 pack from a convenient stall and we settled down at the bench.



By the time we’re through with them at 10pm, Joan was evidently tipsy.




James : I think that’s enough. You’re drunk.


She rebuked me immediately, adding that she’s good for another round if I’m up to it.




James : Enough liao la, if you’re drunk i’ll rape you I tell you…




She laughed and put her arms around my neck, pulling me close.



Joan : Says the man who’s wearing a lacy panty ah ? haha…ha..


My eyes widened and I immediately checked my surroundings to make sure no one heard that.




Suddenly she perked up and she lifted up my shirt.



James : Oei… siao ah…

Joan : Show me lah.. haha.





I pushed her hands away and said I’ll show her if she show me hers too. She gave a rather audible ‘Tsk’ and ignore me.



I decided it was time to make a move and I tried to help Joan up on her feet. She pushed me away, declaring herself sober, she even changed back into her heels to show that she could balance herself well.

I took the chance to pick up the bags.






I walked with her to the lift lobby again and she reminded me that I owed her 5 slaps.


I told her she can claim them anytime but she laughed and said she’s going to save it for now.



I could feel my heart rate racing as the moment drew near.

I reached in for the bag which contained Joan’s worn panty and took it out as if it was mine.




If she had discovered what I had done, it would be hard to talk myself out of the situation.



I do not recommend you try this unless you had your reasons ready.

[ilikeoldchangke]

I knew she was already tipsy, chances are she would not pay much attention to the bags. She’s going to go back, probably dump everything on the floor and only sort them out the next day anyway, which meant if I could get away with it, I could have my prize for a day at least.




I passed Joan the rest of her shopping and held my breath.


She entered the lift and waved a half hearted goodbye.




I waited for the lift to close before I went over to the staircase and got ready.






When the lift stopped at the 4th floor, I quickly dashed up the stairs, taking 2-3 steps at a time.


I slowed my pace when I was about to reach, fighting to keep my breathing steady.




It’s a good opportunity to find out where Joan lives and I’m not going to waste it.






I peered out from the small glass panel from the staircase door and I caught a glimpse of Joan struggling to open the gate with her keys.


She dropped her keys twice before she unlocked the gate.



With all the commotion she was making, I was surprised her parents did not come out to help her.




I could feel my sweat dripping down my back as I observed Joan from the stuffy staircase landing. She finally got the main door open and she half pushed and kicked it open.



I saw her stepped into the unit and I pushed open the staircase door slightly just in time to hear the closing of the metal gate.


Seconds later, the heavy timber door closed with a thump.








I tiptoed over to the unit and made a mental note of the unit number and the surroundings.

I saw a old timber cupboard outside the door and I was elated. Chances are it was a shoe cabinet.




Perhaps I could find some of her nice slutty heels she wore to work occasionally.



I could not hide my excitement and was about to open the cupboard door when suddenly I hear the snap of a bolt.


I panicked and I squatted down immediately and ducked walk a few steps away.




I immediately saw the spill of light into the corridor as Joan’s door swung open.



I visually calculated the distance from where I was to the stair landing and curse under my breath that I would not be able to make it.


There were no blind spots at all.




I was out in the open.





I was already fumbling to think of a reason should Joan come out of her unit when another loud smack on the concrete floor of the corridor made me jump and almost pee in my pants.




I turned and realised that Joan had threw her slippers out through the gate.





I had pack them into the shoe box that was meant for the heels only moments ago.



Thankfully, the door closed and I quickly made my way to the staircase landing and scrambled down the stairs.



As I approached the main road to hail a cab, something struck my mind.



I had put her slippers into the shoe box, packed it into the shoe bag. Placed everything into the main big bag she was carrying.





As an empty cab pulled up to me, I realised that her taking out her slippers could only mean one thing.



She’s actually unpacking her shopping stuff.



Everything I had anticipated and predicted was wrong.





I fumbled with the paperbag in my hand as I told the cab driver my address.



I felt the cab accelerate, forcing me back onto the seat right at the moment my phone rang.


It was Joan .



I bit my lip and answered the call.




Joan : James…. Where are you ?


James : On a cab why ?





There was a moment of silence before she spoke.


Joan : Thanks for the shawl.



I felt my heart dropped and I managed to reply her.


James : Happy belated birthday ….


Joan : Good night…



I hung up and exhaled, fingering the precious small paper bag in my hand.

[lionox]

Love your build-up bro! Thanks for sharing.

[tokiha]

sounds like there will be alot more coming, nice story btw

[badboy]

Since Joan already unpacked her bag, she knew that her worn panty is in the paper bag that you took by 'mistake'.



But she chose not to say anything and let u go back with it.



My guess is she wants you to find it.



As a thank you for spending the day with her?



As a test to see what would you do with it?



Or she's turned on by the idea of you playing with it once u find it? Would it come back with hints of yr man juice (which means u r attracted to her n played with her soiled panty)?


Let the plot unfolds...




Badboy

[16263646]

camping for more

[Terbo]

nice one, continue please

[BMW69]

Funny as usual man. :)

[ilikeoldchangke]

I know by now many of you will probably laugh and say I’m a sick pervert but I don’t care. We all have a different side, perhaps you can say a darker side we do not want to admit.


The way you let your eyes linger a little longer on your hot colleague, the manner in which you glance at your sister in law, the contact you crave when doing physical sports with some hot friends. Would you really pass up on similar opportunities?





I was still feeling the excitement as shut my bedroom door behind me and place my prize in the cupboard.


I went to take a shower and gently wash the lacy panty I was wearing the whole day.


I needed to dry it without anyone else knowing, the last thing I needed was my parents or my siblings chancing upon it.


I still owe them an explanation for the dildo and some ropes they found when I was still attached with my ex gf.






I shut off the lights and got into bed with the bag in hand.


Slowly I undid the ribbon and took out Joan’s worn panty.





I wasted no time and I had this silly fear that her fragrance and her feminine smell would escape and fade into the room if I left it out in the open for too long.


Pressing it to my nose, I took a deep breath, instantly feeling my erection poking and pushing against my boxers.




I imagined myself pressing my nose against Joan’s privates, relishing her love hole’s unique aroma.



I imagined Joan stroking my hair, pressing my head down harder on her privates.



I imagined Joan gasping and moaning as I feasted on her erroneous region.




All the while I gently stroked myself, taking in deep whiffs and the scent of Joan’s underwear.






Sick, desperate and silly, that was what I would call my action but at that moment I really couldn’t care less.



I was about to cum at the height of my own arousal and I had already gotten to the point that I had the part of the cotton panty where Joan’s privates were most likely to be directly on my nose when my phone rang.




It was nearing midnight and I was not happy that I was disturbed.



I tried to reach for my phone but the ringing stopped after 3-4 rings before I could answer.





It was Joan.



I considered calling her back but I was tempted to finish what I had started.








I only just got myself settled back down when I heard a message come through.



And another…



And another.






The series of beeps affected my mood and I got a little frustrated even though I knew chances are it was Joan .




I decided to stop and I unlocked my phone for the messages.






As if the barrage of messages were not enough to dampen my mood, the following messages that followed killed my erection.




Joan sms : James…. Thank you for spending the day with me…. I really appreciate it….


Joan sms : I just want to say i’m really happy for all the things you’ve done for me so far no matter how small and silly they may be……


Joan sms : I’m going through a rough patch…… and I’m glad you are there for me….



Joan sms : I just want to be upfront….. I don’t want to lead you on….. it’s just ... not a good time….





Joan sms : Hope you understand.










Well, some things are really obvious and you do not need to explicitly spell it out.





Yes I already know you just needed company.


I knew you just broke up.



I knew.



I knew I was just taking my chance.





I knew there was hardly any possibilities you would jump right back into a relationship given that you just ended one.





I knew.


I really know.



It’s really just common sense.





I did not go on a date with you expecting you to fall head over heels with me just because I wore a panty you bought.




Still, I lost the mood to cum and I just kept Joan’s grey panty back into the bag and went to sleep.









6th January 2013

Sunday.



I did not reply any of Joan’s messages simply because I did not know what to say.


She did not call, neither did she drop me any more messages that weekend.












7th January 2013.


Monday

8am


I got into work early as I needed to be at a client’s office at 9.30am. I printed what I needed and took my documents and left.





1.30pm


It was already way past lunch by the time I got back into office. I was starving but I wanted to unload the huge bag of samples before I go grab a bite.








I turned and looked at Joan’s work station, her PC was not on, and her desk was clean and neat. It did not seem like she was in office that day.



Before I could do anything else, Mr Chan happened to step into office and he gestured me over to his office.





I took a seat opposite him and he filled me in.


It turns out that he had just finish having lunch with Joan and that she had a personal request. She wanted a month off to sort out some personal matters.

He had already approved her no pay leave after learning her situation.




Mr Chan : I hope you do not mind covering for Joan for this period.



I told Mr Chan not to worry, I’ll do what I can.


He passed me a gift box, saying that it was from Joan.


Mr Chan : She knew you would be covering for her, so she bought you a gift in advance to thank you for the trouble.



After another 30 minutes of work related chat, I excused myself to grab some lunch.





I opened the box after coming back and saw a post it note.



I recognised Joan’s handwriting straight away.

Inside the box was the same paper bag that held my boxers.



The message went;

“You took the wrong one idoit!!. Washed and dried yours, I expect the same to be done for mine !!! “


PS : Don’t wear it, it doesn’t fit :p


Joan



I smiled and kept the gift box in my drawer.







I received a message from Joan at 3pm.


Joan sms : James…. Did not hear from you since sat, are we ok ?





I replied after i finished my lunch.


James sms : Of course we are. Have a good rest. Will cover in the meantime.



Joan sms : You’re the best !







The highlight of that day happened when we’re about to knock off work .




At 5.30pm that day, everyone in the office had a surprise.


I recognised him from pictures Joan had showed me before.





Thomas came to the office.


He was gesturing and talking to the receptionist before he just barged into the office.





He just walked through the office and I could see the receptionist Siti quickly going to Mr Chan’s office.






Thomas wandered around before finally coming over to my cubicle, the moment he saw Joan’s name at the cubicle beside mine, he asked in a voice that was too loud for me to respond to him properly.




Thomas : Where is Joan ? I need to talk to her.


I shot him a look and replied.





James : I don’t know, this is an office. People work here, take your problems outside.




He walked right up to me in an aggressively manner and I stood up immediately, rising to my full height, staring back at him.





His face came close, his eyes widened as if he wanted to pick a fight.



Thomas : What’s your problem.. ? You got something to say, ? huh ? You got something to say ? We step outside la… lai ….




By then several of the male staff had stood up and gathered around us.




Mr Chan came too.

I was about to reply Thomas when suddenly I just felt myself stagger back a step or so. It happened so fast I did not realise it had actually happened.





Thomas had shoved me, pushing me on my chest, raising his voice at the same time.






Thomas : Don’t think I don’t know. Joan told you right…Joan told you right or not….. I know Joan told you…






That was all I could make out before I felt the numbing sensation on my left cheek and it took me half a second to register the pain of the slap.

[ilikeoldchangke]

I reacted and the next thing I knew, Mr Chan and another colleague was trying to pry a letter opener out of my hand while several other male colleagues were hold Thomas down.





The next thing that happened shocked me even more.



Mr Chan let go of me, grabbed Thomas by his collar and slapped him across his left cheek with a loud smack.






Everyone was shocked.


Nobody moved as Mr Chan just shoved Thomas against the wall and let him go.






I could see the look of surprised on Thomas face as he looked at the 60 year old man that just hit him.



Mr Chan broke the silence 3 seconds later.





Mr Chan : Get the fuck out of my office.


He pointed his finger at Thomas and added.




Mr Chan : Joan told me…..she told me everything….get out before I call the police.






Thomas shot both Mr Chan and I a look before pushing himself away from the crowd and got out of the office.




The atmosphere was a little heated, colleagues asked if I was ok and I nodded my head.




Suddenly the office joker / gay , Junwei spoke and lightened up the atmosphere.






Junwei : Mr Chan ho man wor…. ~~~ haha


There were some scattered laughter and Mr Chan laughed, asking everyone to head back to work.







He asked if I was ok and I give him the thumbs up.



He did not tell me what Joan told him, and I did not ask.









The rest of the week came and went.


Taking on another person’s job is no mean feat, the paper work alone meant several extra hours at work.

For the first time that week, Mr Chan did not chase me away at 8pm.




Joan did not contact me at all that week and seriously, I was so busy with work, I hardly thought about her.






11th Jan 2013

Friday


8pm





Mr Chan told me to take care of my health and to let him know if I needed anything before heading off.






10.20pm


The office was quiet, and I had finally finished both Joan and my stuff for the week.


I was exhausted and I needed a massage.




I drafted a mail to Joan, purely professional mail to keep her up to date on what she’s missing out.


A 2nd mail followed to ask her how was she coping.
















James email ;





Dear Joan,


How are you coping? Hope everything is fine on your end.
Our cubicle feels empty without you around.

Come back soon.


PS : I’ll wear anything you want…as long as you’re back.










I did not see the need to update her on what happened in the office. She’s had enough on her mind.






11.20pm



I only just stepped into my room when I received an email reply from Joan .



She has left the country and is in Malaysia. She’s spending sometime with a relative in a quiet fishing village in Kukup, somewhere up north of Johor.

She’s feeling a lot better and just need some time alone.



Her message ended with ;


PS : it’s nice and quiet up here. Love the sound of the waves at night. Wish I could slap you….








I laughed and closed the email application.

If only she knew her slap quota just got deducted by 1 that week.








12th Jan 2013

Saturday

11am





I woke up at 11am and I could feel my stomach growling.

I saw 7 miss calls from Joan but I was too hungry to do anything other than find some food.




I had a nice breakfast at a coffee shop, read the papers and hit the gym.

I tried returning Joan’s call but it did not get through.




I took a afternoon nap and when I got up at 4.30 pm , I saw 3 more miss calls from Joan and a message asking if I’m free to meet up at the void deck near her place.



I agreed.





6.30pm


I could see Joan from a distance away. Her back was facing me and she had on long grey track pants and a long sleeve white hoodie.



The hood was down and Joan was just tapping away on the phone.




I approached and tapped Joan on the shoulder.


I flashed my brightest smile and said




James : Got miss me or not… ?




When Joan turned around, my smile left my face.




There was a bandage on her left cheekbone the size of a credit card that covered all the way to the corner of her left eye.

There were some scratches on her forehead that were already healing.



The bruise on the side of her lip was still a little purplish.





Joan tried to smile but I could see it hurt.


I took her hand and tried to lift up her long sleeve but she pushed my hands away.




Joan : James… don’t… I’m sorry.....


Joan : I didn’t know what happened until Amy called me this morning…. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding…




I could see her eyes starting to tear and I tried to calm her down.



I did not ask Joan what happened but I could pretty much guessed.


When the time is ripe, perhaps she would share it with me.




I spent 5 minutes trying to calm her down. I told her she needed to rest but she said she felt so bad that she just had to see me in person to apologise.



I told her it’s ok, all is forgiven and that she better go back up to rest.



Joan : Ok… I’m really sorry James….sorry for getting you involved.



I wanted to send her to the lift but she said she needed to grab dinner for herself at the coffee shop a few bus stops away.





I told her I’m going with her and she nodded her head.


Her parents were still in Kukup, she insisted on returning to Singapore to apologise to me against the wishes of her parents.




We hardly spoke during the bus ride and I could see a few uncomfortable glances from the public when we took the bus and queued for the food.


Joan did not feel comfortable eating in public in her state, we packed food for both of us and headed back to Joan’s place.




She did not officially invite me up, nor did she ask me not to tag along.


I just went along naturally right up to her place.




It felt so weird.



Only days ago, I was just here, sneaking around. Yet here I was, standing beside Joan as she unlocked her door for me.




I stepped into Joan’s place and she said she needed the bathroom. I place the food on the dining table and watch Joan head towards the toilet.



Right before she closed the door, Joan turned around and asked.




Joan : James….. are you mad ? …. At me… ? and everything ?



I smiled and shook my head.


Joan smiled too and entered the bathroom.




The moment I heard the click of the lock, I dashed towards the bedrooms.



I opened door after door, trying to determine which was Joan’s room.







I got it on the 2nd try and I went into a room with walls full of pictures. There were pictures of Joan and Thomas during happier times.




Yes, there were laundry in the basket.



Yes, there were lingerie on the bed.



Yes, there were worn clothes all around, enough for a sick pervert like to me indulge in the whole day.





But I was not interested in those that day.






I searched though Joan’s desk, lifting documents, envelopes, letters.


It did not take long for me to find what I wanted.





I only manage to find Thomas’s namecard stuck to a magnetic board together with an array of other stuff. I took it and stuffed it into my back pocket.



I quickly got back out to the living room and settled down a the dining table.




Joan came out shortly after and sat down beside me.




She helped me open up my food and place the utensils properly for me.




Joan : James…. You sure you’re ok ? Won’t get mad ?



I nodded with a smile and ask Joan to tuck into her food.




Of course James won’t get mad.


Nothing comes out of getting mad.




James don't get mad...

James get even. ..

[superhuman]

sweet bro. get on with the revenge

[noobie77]

Let me guess, ask some bangala sodomise him hahaha...

[melman]

cant wait for next one..

[megafortress]

love ur writing TS!

Please continue soon!

[doubleD]

One of the best story I read so far!

Joan is the kind of dream girl I always thought about.. playful and putting up a strong front..

this story pull my heart strings bro..

Please keep it going!!

[lc3420]

Please carry on story ....:D:D

[seekrelax]

Camping for more update... 👍👍👍

[ilikeoldchangke]

8.30pm

After dinner, I considered heading back when Joan asked if I would like some tea.



I tried to lighten up the atmosphere but giving her a delirious look, my eyes widened, and I licked my lips at the same time.




James : Slurp…. You know in the movies what happens when the girl ask the guy to stay for tea ?


I rubbed my hands in glee.





Joan just smiled and told me to carry on dreaming.






We settled down on the sofa and I asked Joan why she not report this to the authorities.


James : It’s a criminal offence.





As Joan took me through the situation, I kind of pitied her circumstances.



It’s true Thomas was wrong and Joan had every right to go to the police. The thing is Thomas had in a way been part of the family for the past decade.



Ten years is a long time.



Even Joan’s parents had grown to accept him as part of the family.


It’s not an easy call to simply call the cops on someone like this.






Ten years is only 8 alphabets when you read it on screen.

Ten years is from the day you step into primary one, till the day you graduated with your ‘O’ levels.






Joan went on to say that it’s a sticky situation, imagine every Chinese new year, all the family gatherings, Thomas was there.


Things took such a sudden and drastic change that even her parents were a little lost.






That was part of the reason why they chose to get away from the country for a while to sort out their thoughts.




Joan cried once, got mad twice and burst into uncontrolled laughter 3 times durng the course of an hour.




When she ran out of words, she just stared at me with her round eyes.






James : Ok… ok… let’s change the topic shall we… this is the last thing you need on your mind right now.


Joan wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and got up to clear the tea cups.






I helped her do the dishes while she just stood by the side and watched.





Joan had just plonked herself back onto the sofa when her phone rang. She rejected the call, it was not hard to guess who it was.


It rang a couple of times but each time Joan swiped the reject button.




I was about to speak when the tone for messages came through. I watched Joan’s finger flicked through them when suddenly her eyes widened.




It was not a look of surprise but of fear.





She got up quickly and grabbed me by the shirt.


Joan : Thomas’s is just at the carpark….. shit… shit..





For a moment I thought Joan wanted to throw me out , or to quickly get me away to prevent any further misunderstanding but I was wrong.



She pleaded with me to close shut all the windows whilst she removed both our slippers from the entrance.





I quickly followed suit.



Joan shut and bolted the door and dashed to switched off the lights for the living room and kitchen, plunging the whole place into darkness.





I dashed into her room and switched off the lights too before coming out.



I was heading towards Joan when I heard the loud chime of the lift door opening outside the unit.





Joan ducked downwards and when I approached her, she pulled me by my pants, pulling me down to her level.



Right at that moment, I saw the large shadowy figure of Thomas on the window.





There was a low bass like boom as he cupped his hands and plastered his face onto the window, trying to make out the interior.






I could not understand why was Joan hiding but I could tell she was afraid so I just kept quiet and played along.


We were plastered against the wall too, the low parapet wall of the corridor that separated us from Thomas, peering up slightly, I saw the shadow retreated before it reappears a distance away on another panel.






And again it went, another low boom as Thomas tried to look into the unit.




I could see Joan breathing pretty fast as she just looked at me, helpless and afraid.


I put my arms around her and mouthed that everything would be ok.







Just then I head the unmistakable shifting of a cabinet, the dragging some of timber on concrete floor.




The sandy drag went on for a second or 2 before and loud smack against the low wall we were huddling against.




Wham !. That smack of Joan’s shoe cabinet made her jumped and she dug her fingers into my arms.








I looked up and realised that the top louvred windows were wide open.



Yes, the typical HDB windows had 2 parts. The sliding ones were closed, but the top hung portion was wide opened on the extreme end.





Thomas would be able to make us out from that angle if we remained still.



I grabbed Joan and I forced her to move.




She shook her head, petrified and scared.






I half dragged her off the ground right when I felt the entire length of window vibrate as I was the shadowy figure got taller and both palms hit against the window panels for support.







The boom was louder and the vibrations amplified Joan’s helplessness in that dark living room.


I grabbed Joan and we dove down behind the sofa onto a carpet. I forced her to lay flat and I put a finger to her mouth.







Jokes aside.


That point in time, I felt like I’m Tom cruise or some action super star.





The position I was in is not a good one.



I failed my commanders who taught me In the army.



In cover and concealment, I need to be able to see my enemy.






At that moment, I was certain Thomas could not see us, but I could not see him either.







I was just lying beside Joan on her right when I heard this pretty loud tapping sound.


It sounded awfully familiar.





Click. Tap tap tap.

Click.






It suddenly struck me what it was because I was using the same phone.



The 1st click was when you slide and unlock the screen.



The 4 taps with the audible tones the password you keyed in.




The last click for redial.








Till this day I could not figure out how my brain processed this information and translated to the following series of actions.



It just happened naturally.




Joan was gripping onto her phone with her right hand, I immediately gripped onto that hand together with the phone, I placed it on her tummy and immediately flipped my body over her.



The moment I was over Joan, the phone started vibrating.


Joan did not expect me to go over her and she got a shock, so she naturally used her right hand to cover her privates and her left to cover her breast and stared at me wide eyed.




It took her only a second to realise what I was trying to do and of all things to do, she let go of the vibrating phone and hugged onto me, pressing me down on the phone.





My eyes widened too and Joan’s mouth gaped opened but she hugged me tighter. The vibration was strong, there was no room for self control.


My erection raged forward, no doubt Joan could feel my dick slowly pushing the vibrating phone out of place.




She hugged me tighter, using both our pelvis to sandwich that cursed vibrating piece of device. We would hear the vibration, we only hoped out body could filter out the sound.





It lasted about 40 seconds.



When it stopped, we panted and suddenly we heard the clicking sound and Joan hugged onto me again, the movement squishing my poor penis onto the radiation emitting device and in turn onto her privates.




It stopped again after another 30 seconds or so.







Then it was all quiet.



I heard the loud slam of an adult landing on the concrete floor before the dragging of the cabinet sounded out again.


It hit against the wall with a slam.






Then it was all quiet before the lift chimed.







Joan’s hands left my back and she gently nudged me off her.


I got off and rolled onto my back,.





Both of us laid in the dark, quiet for a good 10 seconds or so before we burst out laughing.

[hornyboy1001]

Bro CONT!!!!

[ZhugeYaz]

Wow!! So sexciting!! Cant wait for the next episode!

[eddtan1]

Nothing comes out of getting mad.

James don't get mad...

James get even. ..

Well said bro...

[iron_symphony]

wah, totally blown away by your quick thinking bro!

[Black Dick]

more more...what happens next ?

[xperienced]

I am hooked to this story. Keep writing!

[jeroho]

One of my favorite writer is back!!!

[xxxaddict]

James gets even...

The king of storytellers is back!

More more more!

[oeioei]

James: Your last name is Bond?
James Bond. :D

[tikogoh]

I just saw this. Will catch up later. Welcome back TS!

[BaronMunchausen]

Wah.. What's with this Thomas fella.. Camping to find out more! :p

[Steventan]

James: Your last name is Bond?
James Bond. :D

It's OCK Bond. Yes, my favorite writer, too.

[zqjwc4ever1]

Nice Story. Keep it up!

[paulsun]

Waiting for more.

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Bro TS plus more update.

[Nic25]

Another great story!
I've been waiting for your return.

Can't wait to see how the events unfold.

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Camping for more :D

[takashi31400]

Bro TS

This is really one of the best best story.
Thanks a million for your hard work.

Merry Christmas.

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camping here! my favourite author is back!

[micksodium]

excellent writting skills, solid script & story build up......
SB - now becoming the 1st website to click daily am at work.

[royden]

great story bro..cant wait for new post.

[pussywillow]

Such great story writing that keeps me riveted even when there's no sex involved up till now :D

[ilikeoldchangke]

After a short bout of laughing, we both grew quiet, just lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling.


Neither of us spoke.




Joan broke the silence by saying that it’s silly to be lying on the floor.

We lingered for a couple of minutes more before we decided to get up.




Joan : Let’s get up..



I got on my feet and I helped Joan up on hers. She brushed off her clothes gently before helping me do a bit of simple brushing with her hands.





James : No need, it’s ok..

Joan : Carpet dirty la... so dusty..







After she’s done, she went to get a drink of water while I just leaned against the sofa, looking at her in the dark kitchen.



I could not tell if she was staring at me but she emerged a moment later and her head just nodded towards the direction of her bedroom.



There was nothing cheeky or suggestive about the action in my opinion, she just wanted to get out of the living room.




Just then the loud audible sound of the lift chiming in the corridor rang out again.


Both of us froze in place as we saw the hulking shadow of Thomas outside the corridor again.


Then there was the unmistakable ringing of the keys echoing into the living room.



Both of us got back down onto the ground and I harshly whispered to Joan .






James: He has the keys ?!!

Joan whispered back sharply saying that her parents had already changed the lock.




We paused and listened intently at what Thomas was doing.



I could heard the key being inserted into the cylinder set of the main timber door.






Both Joan and I shared a look and she quickly whispered.


Joan : We only changed the padlock !.



I pushed her towards the direction of her bedroom corridor while I dived towards the main door.






No, I’m not trying to push it shut, I was going for the 2 pair of slippers and the bag of dinner trash that were right beside the door.


I had placed the trash there with the intention of bringing it out when I leave, Joan conveniently just threw our slippers there when she brought it in earlier.




It’s not easy to turn the cylinder of the timber door without unlocking the gate but it’s not impossible.




I heard the sickening click right when I grabbed the slippers and almost immediately the knob turned and I heard the creak of the old door when I lifted the plastic bag off the floor.


I was thankful for the old rusty hinges as the creak masked the sound of the plastic bag.


I had not time to go anywhere and I stayed behind the door.






The door was pushed to a 15 degree opening. The low shadow of Thomas squatting down was cast long and willowy into the living room from the corridor light.



I saw him move, opening the door a little further, reducing the space I had behind the door.


He pushed even more, breaching the 45 degree angle as he peered into the empty dark living room.






I could hear him grunt as he tried to push the door wide open, and he managed another 10 degree, his push being stopped by the door closer .



I did not dare to breath, thinking back, it was really a comical sight.


I had both pair of slippers and the trash high above my head in a mock surrender position.






I could see Joan squatting at the end of the corridor, both her hands covering her mouth.




Then without warning, Thomas let go, allowing the door to close and eventually slam shut.



He was still outside the corridor, I heard the flick of a zippo lighter before the smell of cigarette came into the house.



I deposited the stuff in the kitchen and quickly joined Joan in the corridor.



James: He’s still outside.


She exhaled and shook her head and told me to ignore him and head into her room.








Joan kept the lights off and the only light in the room was the green led light from the air conditioner near the ceiling after she turned it on.

Thankfully the window of her bedroom is not facing the corridor.





James ; You going to fumble in the dark the whole night ah ?


Joan : Haha.. yah… are you afraid of the dark ?





I laughed.




James : 怕黑。。。。你不是白白的活着吗？ 。。。




Joan laughed and said I’m the cheesiest person she’s ever knew before climbing onto her bed.





She has a queen size bed in the room, it took up a significant portion of space even though it’s tucked against the corner. About a third of the bed was filled with bolsters of at least 3 different sizes, soft toys, a shawl, a cardigan and I even saw a book nestled in the middle.


She propped herself upright and pulled the blanket over herself.




She was a little embarrassed by what happened earlier, and she tried to offer me an explanation. She did what she did not because she was afraid of Thomas, but because she did not want to face the reality of dealing with that problem for the time being.


I nodded knowingly in the dark room.





I took Joan’s chair, swivelled around and sat down. I put both hands on my knees with my legs propped wide open and in a serious tone, made Joan a proposal.



James : Ok, be serious now……





Joan perked up, her head straightened and looked at me as if I had an important announcement.


I paused and pretended to consider my proposal before speaking.





James : $200.


Joan : Huh ? What $200 ?




I stood up, checked the window and the door before turning around to reply Joan.




James : For $200, I’ll stay and protect you for tonight…



It took Joan a second or so to digest what I just said before I saw a Minnie mouse flew towards me and hit my head.




Before I could pick it up, micky and Donald came over too.



I picked up all three and was about to put them back on the bed and 3 small minions joined in the foray and hit me squarely on the head.



James : oei.. oei… okok…. Price can negotiate .





Joan laughed as I put the bunch of toys back where they belonged.


I immediately went over to open her cupboard.



Joan : Oeeehhh.. what are you doing… ?




James : Where do you keep your spare towels ? I need to shower before sleeping.




She laughed and this time round, she took the biggest bolster, stood up on her bed and hit me squarely on the chin.



She got out of bed, came over and closed the cupboard.






She walked over to the drawers and pulled out a pink towel before passing it to me.




Without a word, she got back into her bed.



Joan : I’m not paying you $200 James… haha… but I can consider buying you breakfast.





I smiled and shook the towels at her before giving a little bow.


Right before I left the room, she whispered harshly after me.




Joan : And don’t on the lights…..







10pm.


I had an erection again when I used the same soap, shampoo and facial foam as Joan. The thought of smelling like her, of using the same toilet bowl, of using her towel, of even being in the bathroom she used sent my hormones into overdrive.


It is so hard to describe that feeling of euphoria.



There were no lingerie or worn clothes of any kind in the bathroom.



I took a quick shower in the dark and left the bathroom. I hope I would have more time and opportunity to explore it in the future.








10.15pm


I did not know if Thomas was still outside and I don’t care.

I entered Joan’s room again, she had a tiny reading light on, directed onto her book. The orange glow gave her skin a nice colour tone, a little dream like scene.




She pointed to a sports bag on the floor.


Joan : You can wear some of Thomas’s old clothes if you like..


I looked at the packed bag on the floor, seems like he’s a goner for sure.






James : No way… I’m not wearing his clothes…

Joan : Haha.. you going to sleep in these ah ?





I gestured to her cupboard.


James : Anything of yours I can fit ?





She laughed, chuckled in a silly manner before adding.


Joan : don’t be silly la…. Haha




She went on to say that if I can find any, I can wear them.







I briefly pushed and browse through her clothes, I could make out some dresses and tops I’ve seen her in at work. Then right at the corner, I saw some robes.

[ilikeoldchangke]

It’s a TaeKwonDo robe. I should be able to fit it.



As I pulled it out, a couple of belts fell out too.


I bent down to pick it up and Joan leaned forward to see what I was up to.







Even in the dark, I could make out the black coloured one with Joan’s name on it.

I made eye contact with Joan, I could roughly see her giving me a smile and a wink before returning to her book.


The 1st thought that came to my mine was how useful that belt was to her. It did not protect her from Thomas.





Then again, Thomas is at least 1.85 by my estimates, works out in the gym and does MMA.



I hung everything back and decided to just stay in my clothes.








Up till that point in time, there was no indication of any kind where I was supposed to sleep.


I took it upon myself to try my luck and I got into bed with Joan keeping a close eye on what I was doing.




I started rearranging her soft toys, making space for myself.

I put Micky and friends in the middle, effectively drawing a line between us and Joan laughed and helped with the rearrangements.







Joan : You’re very thick skin leh James…hahaha….

Joan : I had wanted you to take the floor… haha….







I ignored her and arranged myself a cosy spot against the wall.


I appraised my work and nodded my head.



It’s a snug corner, surrounded by bolsters, soft toys and some small pillows. It’s nicely tucked against the wall too, furthest away from the windows and door.



I was about lie down when Joan decided to take the spot I just made. She rolled over and made herself comfortable, sticking her tongue out at me.









We laid down facing each other.

Neither of us spoke.




Joan broke the silence first.



Joan : I bet you’ll fall asleep before me.

James : Haha… I’ll bet all 3 meals tomorrow .






She laughed an agreed.


She got up, reached over me and for a brief second, her breast hovered mere centimetres away from my face as she retrieved a marker from the desk.




Joan : Winner gets to draw on the loser when he falls asleep.


James : You’re on.



We chatted a little, mainly about Joan's parents.

Joan : They're very disappointed. They even joked that i should just stay single and by their side for the rest of my life. haha.



After a little teasing about my dick being zapped by radiation from her phone, we slowly grew quiet.




We never spoke again that night.


We just laid still, staring at each other.






I estimated it was about 10 minutes before Joan’s eyes started getting heavy. Then without a word, and any sign of a struggle. She‘s gone.







I waited a while more before I waved my hand in front of her.


I waited another 10 minutes before I gently shook her.




She roused, turned away from me to face the wall and I detected the slightest hint of a snore.


She must be exhausted.



I quietly got out of bed.




I stared at Joan for a while more, looking at the rise and fall of her body.





11.30pm


I tiptoed out of bed and decided to spend the time snooping around.


It’s dark but my eyes had already adjusted to the lack of light.




I stoop low and duck walked over to Joan’s laundry basket.


Immediately my erection rose as I dug my hands into the pile of cool clothes.








There was not a lot of them, just a couple of t-shirts and shorts. I guess most of her worn clothes are in the unpacked suitcase in the corner. She just came back from overseas after all.




I dug deeper and found a light coloured bra with lacy straps.


And right at the bottom of the basket, was a pair of soft sleep shorts with the undies entwined within.



I finger the 2 precious garment in my hand, secretly thanking my luck stars.




I felt this immense sense of happiness filling me from within. It’s really the simple pleasures in life that makes you happy, no matter how dark the pleasures may be.



I looked at Joan from where I was and cupped her bra cup over my face, taking in the beautiful erotic scent of her sweat, her scent and her womanly order.




My dick was throbbing away and I lowered my pants a little, instantly wrapping the cold cool undies onto my dick as I masturbated.



My very action made me sick but I could not help it.





The thought of being in Joan’s room, masturbating with her lingerie while she slept a few meters away was too much for me to bear. If only I could shout out to Thomas that I’m playing with his ex gf’s undies and bra while he’s stuck outside the corridor.



I could feel the end coming and I quickly replaced the clothes back into the basket.




I went to the bathroom and filled my mind with images of me and Joan, and my expectations of the day when I can finally cum deep inside her womanly hole and I came, sputtering and drooling onto the bathroom floor.






I cleaned myself up, tidied up the bathroom and went back to Joan’s room.

She was still sound asleep so I took the opportunity to look through some more of the stuff on her table.





Letters, bills, envelopes.

Something I noted was that Thomas’s credit card and phone bills were sent to her address.


I looked at the bag of belongings at the floor, it did not seem like he stayed here often given it’s a pretty small bag.


I guess after 10 years together, it’s common to give your partner the keys to your place.


I took one of Thomas’s credit card bill and folded it inside my wallet together with his namecard I snitched.










When I got into bed, the movements made Joan turn.


Without a word, she snuggled up with me, nestling herself against my chest, pushing the soft toys away.





I smiled and raised my left arm, with her eyes closed, she lifted her head slightly before falling right back to sleep in my arms.



I fell asleep with 2 things on my mind.



Number one.

How do i stop Thomas from bothering Joan ?


Number two

How do i go about doing number one.

[ilikeoldchangke]

13th Jan 2013

Sunday

7am





I woke up with a sore left arm and I could hardly feel it there anymore.


Joan was nowhere to be seen.



When I sat up, I noticed black marks at my left toe. Upon a closer inspection, I realised Joan had drawn a fake tag on the top of my feet complete with a fake string loopng around my big toe.



It read : “ For sale “





I laughed and got out of bed.


The door to the room was opened and from my angle, I could see the bathroom door was closed.




There was a light drizzle going on and I could hear the rumbling of the distant thunder. It may already be 7 but the skies were overcast and dark.



Joan had opened up the windows in her room .I could feel the refreshing breeze of the morning rain on my face. I looked out through the bedroom window to the road below, it was such a nice and dreamy morning.


The cool air made me feel like I was overseas, waking up in some wine valley and looking out of my hotel room.









Joan came out of the bathroom after her morning shower in shorts and singlets. She was drying her hair and for the first time, I saw the bruises and marks on both her arms.


Her arms took quite a bit of beating, she must have blocked and deflected quite a bit of the blows from Thomas.






She realised I was looking at her and she quickly went to her wardrobe.



She gestured that she needed to change and I got out and use the bathroom, smelling the fresh fragrance of Joan’s soap and shampoo.







Moments later, she came out in a long sleep turtleneck and ¾ pants.



I took a seat on her bed and Joan sat down beside me.






Joan : Thanks…. For being here the whole night… I ermm..


Joan : It’s been a while since I slept so soundly…





I could tell she wanted to say she feels safer with me around but she stopped herself from going there.


I just smiled and told her it’s ok.






She started to tease about the drawings on my feet and asked about the 3 meals I promised.



James : Technically you fell asleep first.


She rolled her eyes. Giggled softly and replied.


Joan : Who’s the one with the drawings ? haha.







James : Let’s head out for breakfast.


Joan : You think he’s still out there ?




I took a deep breath and replied.


James : Only one way to find out. We can’t hide forever.




I peered through the peep hole and the corridor was clear.


I opened the main door and paused.




Nothing.


I saw several cigarette butts on the floor but no sign of Thomas.








I helped Joan shut all the windows and take out the trash before we head out.








Joan and I spent the entire day together at Hougang mall. We ate, we went to the library, we had coffee. We shopped.


We even went to the arcade to play some video games.


I did my best to keep her laughing, I wanted her to ignore the stares from the public about her bruises.





No we did not hold hands, we did not kiss, we did not exchange lovey dovey messages. It’s just 2 adults spending a day together.



If there is one thing for sure, we were a lot more comfortable with each other compared with the week before.





After all, we did spend the night together on the same bed.







I found out that she promised her parents to return to her relative’s place in Kukup the next day and I told her not to worry about her work. I’ll update her whenever I could.





James : You better head back early and rest.







8.00pm

We alighted from the bus and we took a slow walk back to Joan’s place.


As we approached the block , Joan casually asked.



Joan : Eh… so… you staying over again ? haha




She did not look at me but I guess she felt safer with me around.


There was no telling if Thomas might come knocking again.






James : I.. can’t..


She nodded without looking at me.




James : It’s a work day tomorrow… can’t wear your dress to work…


Joan laughed and slap me on the arm.





As we approached the lift lobby, I decided to try my luck.



James : Hey… i.. erm.. slept in your bed last night….


James : It’s only fair you slept in mine tonight.





Joan smiled before breaking out into a grin and slapping me on the arm again.



Joan : Wait your parents scold you ah, bring a old auntie back to your place.

James : They wouldn’t.

Joan : Wanna bet ?




James : Haha… why not..




I accompanied her up to her place, she packed what she needed, grabbed her passport and we took a cab to my place.



As we alighted, I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what was about to happen.







I opened my house door and 3 pairs of eyes turned towards me.






My dad look up from his papers.




My mum stopped plucking the tails of the bean sprouts.




My younger brother dropped his books.







James : Pa , ma. My friend, Joan.






My mum dashed into the kitchen and came out with a first aid kit.

That was the first time I brought a girl back with bandages and bruises on her face.






She smiled and took Joan’s hand and led her to the Sofa while my dad made space for their new guest.


The first words that left my mum’s mouth was ;





Mum : My dear I’m so sorry. …. Did James do this to you ?





I could not be bothered with my mum but it was Joan’s reply that made me turn.


Joan : We… quarrelled… and I slipped and fell..








My mouth gasped open in shock and I saw the look of disgust my brother and dad gave me.



Joan did not even look at me.


I shook my head and went into my room.







30 seconds later I received a text message from Joan.





Joan 1 James 0





My bedroom door opened at that moment and my dad came in and sat down beside me.



Dad : Ah James ah….. cannot like that treat girlfriend you know….

[papagraphite]

I LOLed

Kudos to my favorite writer in SBF

[iswift]

One word.... "BEST"

[Johnny168]

Excellent story!!!

[Jenova]

Nice! Suddenly become the BF!

[hunted]

This reminds me of a FB I had and how the bf turn nasty and tried to haunt me. The important part is the bf is an asshole who lived off her promising her a good life. And how I dealt with him putting him in a place which he will never forget!

I hope TS does the same!

[Imgonnafart]

Man.. TS. You really got me hook, line and sinker on your stories. Dayum!!

[keano]

Thrilling and some impy parts in this story! I like it!

[decepticon73]

Love it bro... Pls continue

[limesmile]

Bro ock , the way you bring the characters to life is truely a unique and freshing way , where we can understand,relate and feel their character is truely remarkable, hats off to you

[ilikeoldchangke]

Thank you all for the kind words.

I apologise for the tons of grammar, spelling and spacing mistakes.



I'm glad you enjoyed the read. :)


Cheers

ilock

[tromba]

LOL Joan 1 James 0
so must have action inb the nite to be fair

[OsamaBinLaden]

Thank you all for the kind words.

I apologise for the tons of grammar, spelling and spacing mistakes.



I'm glad you enjoyed the read. :)


Cheers

ilock


BE WARNED... u have been included in my up list...!!! :eek: :eek: :eek:

[eddtan1]

My Idol...

[aspireboy]

Best story for 2014!!!!!

[aspireboy]

Best story of 2014!!!!:)

[Indivisual]

Keep up the good work! I'm addicted!

[cucumber967]

You write well bro!

[Wolfie_0005]

Very well written. Camping for more.

I would not be surprised if this is off a true story.

TS. Kudos...

[jackfarley]

My Favourite author is back... Look forward to another story. I presume that this continues where the previous left off?

[Coffeecans]

can't wait for the next episode! :D

[ceejay]

Siao liao, this is like watching HK serials, cant wait to read on!

[voreg]

Sbf really hide tiger hide dragon. Well written ts

[cheekyboi1]

Wonderful writing ts! Even if u exclude the sick parts, simply captivating.

[FarAway]

Haha ts parents have such poor opinion ah, to believe ts will hit joan lol. Faith in parents gone :D

[zeusfist]

Joan 1 James 0.
waiting for the equalizer :)

[kpteoh84]

The very next day, I received a message that is so brutal that it made me laugh out loud.





Joan sms :


“Hi James… I’ve just been dumped by my boyfriend. I need someone to accompany me and make me smile. Do not for a moment think you stand a chance. You are just a stand in replacement till I find someone. PS : I am a very selfish person. You can choose to ignore this message. Joan “





I laughed and almost choked on my soya bean drink that morning when I saw Joan’s message.

I wanted to draft a reply but the next message came through.




Joan sms : Can you spend this afternoon with me ?..... and just agree to go along with everything I want to do …



And the next one followed suit.



Joan sms : I’m a in foul mood, i bet……. you would surely say ‘no’ to me before the day is over.




I sipped and drained my drink and the 4th message came through.

Joan sms : I bet…. 2 x slap…





I smiled and replied.


James sms : Can we be more civilised ?






Joan replied almost immediately.



Joan sms : 3 x slap


1 minute later





Joan sms : 4 x slap


Another minute later



Joan sms : 5 x slap






James sms. Ok… ok… I get the drift… Where do we meet ?




Joan wanted to meet for lunch so we arranged to meet in town at City Hall station at 12.30pm.





I was feeling pretty happy to be meeting Joan no matter how you want to view this date. Yes, you can say I’m silly, it’s a one sided affair and so on and so forth.


It doesn't matter to me.



A date, is a date, is a date.






I had a shower, got changed and took the train down to town at 11.30am. I was early and I got to city hall at 12.10pm



It’s my first official date after all and I have no intention of being late.



I was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. I took a short stroll around the underground mall before heading back to the station at 12.25pm.





When I saw Joan exit the gantry, I burst out laughing from where I stood.


It was one of the few times in my life I was left speechless and I just want to smile and giggle.





It seemed she has already started on her self-destructive behaviour.


She was wearing a simple pair of shorts, nothing too short, just mid-thigh pants that’s grey in colour. She had on a crumpled white t-shirt with absolutely no prints on it. Her hair looked like she just work up from a nap and they were tied up with a red rubberband.




Those red rubber band you get when you take away chicken rice.




She had no expressions on her face and she had no bags. Her only possession was her phone and a wallet she carried.


I can hear the muted slapping of her slippers as I watch her come towards me.





Joan : How ? Ugly right… unglam right…no wonder I got dumped. … i deserve it..


She started a slew of self-depreciating comments and I just kept quiet, allowing her to go on.


Joan : You can go back you know… if you find it embarrassing to walk beside me.






Truth is, I still find Joan beautiful despite seeing her in her market clothes.






There was no makeup, no fancy clothes, no need for branded bags. Her skin is naturally radiant , it’s evident that she took care of them.



Her hair may look a little puffy and messy but there is no hiding the fragrance of shampoo and the silkiness of its texture.





Her T-shirt may be crumpled, but they fit nicely on her body frame. Her pants may look like something you wear to the wet market but her bottom filled it up properly.


The cheap market slippers she was wearing that day only served to show me how nicely manicured her nails were.



Secretly I laughed at my observations.




Perhaps it’s true they say beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder.


I chose my words carefully before speaking.


James : Eh… you going wet market ah…







She gave me a look that made me reconsidered making any other snide remark.


She just gave a sigh, linked arms with me and we started walking.



Joan : yah.. I feel like an auntie…





Almost immediately when our hands touched, Joan started going on again.


Joan : I’m just using you James…. I know you are angry…. you feel the world is unfair… I’m a jerk… but too bad…. This is the way things are going…..




Before she could go on further, I quickly asked about our lunch plans.




James : What do you feel like eating ?



She shrugged her shoulders.



In the end, Joan could not make up her mind, in the end, we bought snacks, drinks and we ate as we shopping along the underground mall.




She was chirpy and talkative for a moment, then she sank back down to an awkward silence, then for no apparent reason, she would make some silly jokes.


Then came a barrage of attempts to make me say ‘no’ to her.






I make sure I considered my reply carefully and I constructed my sentences cautiously, leaving her in no doubt that I’m not falling for her tricks.



Joan tried to appear cheerful again after failing to trip me.

I feel bad for her, it’s got to be pretty sucky to pretend that you are alright when you are not.


It’s such a long relationship, it’s not possible to have a clean break.









We passed by one boutique and Joan just pass me the yogurt drink she was drinking and went in to take a look.



I saw her checking out this khaki coloured pants before talking to the sales staff.

It’s a stylish 3/4 cropped pants with no prints.






After a 3 minute chat, she went to the cashier, paid for the pants and went straight into the dressing room.



I took a quick look around and I could not resist but take a sip of Joan’s drink.


I felt the soft cold slush of her drink slide down my throat and I tried to imagine tasting her saliva.




She came out shortly after and asked for the tags to the pants to be cut off.


Joan was facing me as she turned around to allow the staff to cut off the tag and I gave her a thumbs up, signalling that she looked good.





She gave a smile and went back to the changing room to retrieve her old pants.


She placed them in the paperbag and we resumed shopping.


Joan : Better ?

I took another look and replied.


James : Hmmm… upgraded from wet market to Sheng Siong.



She laughed and ignored me.







I assumed she would want me to carry her bags for her but I was pleasantly surprised.

I offered to do it and was rebuked by Joan .




Joan : You’re my date James….not my slave… I can carry my own bag.







With that, she linked arms with me again and we continued our shopping trip.


To be honest, I was rather keen in getting my hands on the pants she changed out off.







After a short walk, Joan ducked into another boutique, this time coming out with this white off shoulder top. She let the soft fabric dropped naturally down her left shoulders, exposing her bra strap.

When she linked arms with me again, she shot me another look, as if she’s waiting for my remark and I did not disappoint her.





James : Ok… upgraded to NTUC.






She smiled and dragged me 20 steps forward to a shoe shop.

10 minutes later, Joan was taller than me.



A simple pair of casual heels propped her up slightly and she gave me this slanty eye look deliberately over her bare left shoulders when she’s a couple steps in front of me and I knew I had to reply her.





James : NTUC finest…



I saw her shoulders slouched and shivered and she laughed.



She slowed down and waited for me to catch up to her before we linked arms again.






Before we knew it , we were already done with the entire underground mall, coming out onto marina square. Joan passed by this accessories shop and she picked out the elegant hair clip adorned with a silver butterfly.


With a few deftly moves, she tidied up her hair and brushed back a couple of stray fringes.






James : Joan…


Joan : Yah ? ….


James : Ntuc finest is the most expensive market I’ve ever shopped at…. I don’t know any others liao. ….






She laughed out loud and for the first time that day, I believed she forgot about the unpleasant breakup with Thomas.


Bro, Cold Storage la. Just like flying SQ, always expensive.

[Summerhillt]

Bro you are my number 1 fav writer liao lah. Cause the way you write very 亲民 we can easily relate to us. And it might even be some of our fantasy. But cb she jio you go her house stay 1 more night you reject. I thinking walao what a kumgong dua xi kway you are. BUT YOU ACTUALLY GOT A DEVIOUS PLAN.

Trick her Into coming your house. Brother the way your good at words. Really can teach me a tactic or 2 anot ? As the saying goes " yandao lose to xian tao "

Will upz your Pts when I have regained back my power !! Every night will camp here for your stories liao. Hahaha. The Joan 1 James 0 also quite cute. I can imagine that. Still got link to what army taught me have failed. Concealment must be able to see enemy is very true !! Hahahaha

[BMW69]

Haha got a really good laugh bro :)

[Userlim]

Bro!

Fantastic writing, keep it coming!

I'm addicted!

[scorpionnn]

Very good read bro! Funny and entertaining... keep it up! :D

[Robinhood2910]

Read from page 1...wow
Very good writing bro:D

[drslump99]

Bro continue please

[cydus]

best ever! continue with the great story please!

[iluvbreast]

Back from long MC and first day reporting to work, and yet I spent a good one hour staring at the computer screen coz James is back.

Welcome back bro ilikeoldchangke, your latest story is long overdue. :D

[johnnn]

Bro you are back for the festive season!

[Oda007]

Great story!! :)

[Living]

Best story ever!

[ilikeoldchangke]

I stared wide eye as my dad tried to talk to me for a good 5 minutes. It’s always awkward for the father to broach certain subjects to their sons.

The fact that he did this showed how serious they viewed this matter.



I nodded and nodded and I kept nodding, saying that it’s a misunderstanding.




Right after my dad left, I got a sms from my younger brother, Jasper.






He’s got 1 year left on his books and I have no doubts he’s the brains of the whole family.


He is the only one in my extended family that has made it into the university.




Jasper is a nice kid but can be a little irritating and cheeky at times. He has never been in a stable relationship before even though he’s already 23. It’s usually a quick 2 week puppy love.






He has never been friendly to any of my ex-gfs before, some of my ex even complained to me that my brother did not seem to like them much.




This made me even more surprised when I saw his message.



Jasper sms : Kor… She’s hot. You don’t deserve her…. Intro to me.







I closed the message and tidied up the room a little.

About 5 minutes later, I went out to the living room and I saw my dad chatting with Joan.



Jasper served drinks and my mum was trying to bring out the guest mattress from the storeroom.






I went over to help my mum and she spoke within everyone’s earshot.



Mum : Ah James ah… tonight you sleep on the floor ah… let Joan have the bed.






I had given up trying to talk to my family and I just nodded.



My bed is only a super single, well it’s a tight squeeze for 2 adults but isn’t that what cuddling is about ?




Joan saw the commotion and got up to help us with the bedsheets and cover.





My mum insists that Joan take a seat and made me take the stuff in together with my brother.





En route to my room my brother actually asked;


Jasper : Eh… Kor, you really wack her ah ? or you all kena robbed or something.





I gave a sigh and told him I’ll explain in due time.




He dumped the stuff on my room floor and went back to the living room, planting himself beside Joan.







I set up the bed and joined the rest of the family at the living area.





I never imagined what a smooth talker Joan could be. Her shy smile, her gentle demeanour, I could tell my parents took a liking to her immediately.


Perhaps she was the only girl I brought back that did not stink of cigarette smoke or alcohol, or looked like someone who just came out of a club.







When my mum brought some fruits out from the kitchen, Joan would stand up slightly, help to receive the plate before placing it on the table.


When my dad could not understand the news re-runs of the new property cooling measures introduced by the government, Joan explained in layman terms and my dad nodded his head with a smile.





Just when I thought there was nothing else she could pull, she asked to use the bathroom and happen to see my brother’s books.



She struck up a conversation straight away, adding that she did the same modules back in school.


You should see the way my brother’s eyes lit up as she gave him some tips and offered to pass him her books with all the notes in it.






Joan went ahead to the bathroom and the moment the door closed, I was peppered with questions.






When did we meet ?



How long were we together ?




What are the details about her injury ?






I put my hands to my head and said I have a headache. I will explain to them in due time.



Meanwhile, Joan just needs to stay the night, she’ll be off in the morning.








10pm


Joan thanked my parents for allowing her to crash for the evening and apologised for the inconvenience.




She said goodnight to my brother, clench her fist upright before pulling it down sharply and did a running man style “fighting” gesture when she saw him hard at work on his books.




Joan : Jasper, Fighting !






I could almost see the flames on Jasper’s shoulders as he powered up for a night of intense reading.









I shut my room door and I immediately gave Joan the look.


She laughed and said she could explain.




Joan : Well, I can’t exactly tell your parents that I was beaten up by my ex and he’s now terrorising me right ? haha




I gave up reasoning with her and told her to get an early rest.





I got onto the mattress on the floor but Joan did not go on my bed.




She wandered around the room, checking out my desk, opened drawers and ran her fingers through my books.





She stopped at my cabinet, opened it and said.








Joan : Anything of yours I can fit ? hahaha



I laughed and replied.



James : You find it… it’s yours.





I watch her run her fingers through my work shirts and she took one out.




Joan used her leg to nudge me to turn around while I looked at the shadow being cast on my wall in front of me by the standing lamp beside Joan.






I watched the shadow pull down the pants.



I watched the shadow pull off the top.





I watched the shadow slipped on my white workshirt, the long arms threading down the sleeves before buttoning the shirt up.







Joan : Ok… I’m done.






My erection was already raging and throbbing away when I was staring at the shadow.


I turned around to see Joan smiling as she re did her hair after removing the hairband.




When her arms raised up, the hem of my shirt raised up along with it.






Joan :Nice ?


She spoke in a serious tone, mimicking that of a teacher.



Joan : 做戏。。。要做全套。。。






She scurried onto my bed and pull the blanket over herself.


Joan : Girlfriend usually wear the boyfriend’s shirt to bed one.










The signals and hints Joan has sent thus far was too obvious for me not to notice.


I’m not a block of wood, of course I knew how to response accordingly.

If something similar happened to you and you still don’t know what to do, you need help.




Professional help.


Please feel free to send me an email anytime.










I got up and got onto the bed beside Joan.


We smiled before we both broke into a silly giggle.






Joan just looked at me in the eyes and asked.


Joan : Don’t…. don’t you think it’s amazing the things that are happening to us … haha ..





I did not know what to say but I just lowered my head closer to Joan.


I went so close that our nose almost touched.




I wanted to kiss Joan and I knew she wanted me to kiss her, but there’s that feeling of uncertainty. That feeling of yes we want, yet don’t know if we should.


I’m sure most of you know what I’m talking about.








Joan did not move, she just stared and waited for me.


I leaned forward, planting my first peck on her cheek. She bit her lips and look away.



I planted the 2nd kiss, a little longer on the same cheek and I could feel Joan adjusting herself on the bed, making space for me.





I would never forget that feeling.

That moment of me straddling Joan on my small bed.




I put my leg over her and watched the rise and fall of her chest.




I held both of Joan’s hand, our fingers entwined and I slowly slide it against the soft bedsheets of my bed, gently dragging her hands upwards to her head before tucking it under the pillow.




There was zero resistance from Joan and I could feel my dick literally begging to be let loose.



Joan had this dreamy look in her eyes, I don’t want to get too philosophical and say things that I can see her soul, bla bla bla and feel her urge and so on and so forth, but that day when I peered into her eyes.



I felt something really hard to put into words.





It’s more of a kind of relieve, of finally feeling safe.



I spent a good minute just staring at Joan without a word in that position. I did not see a reason to rush through such a beautiful moment.





Joan smiled and whispered softly


Joan : What’s wrong ? …


James : I just want to look at you….You have no idea how beautiful you are. …





She smiled and said she did not believe a single word I just said.




James : Well….. don’t believe… I’m just going to send you back to your place….. you can hide when Thomas comes knocking. Haha.

[ilikeoldchangke]

She laughed and tried to fight me but I held onto her hands.



James : say you believe me…. Or I’m really going to send you back.


She giggled in a ticklish manner and pleaded with me not to.




James : You don’t sound very convincing la… let’s go … let’s go… get change and we go back to your place.







It was at that moment when I knew life has this funny way of joking with you.


I saw the helplessness Joan had with her hands being held down while I straddled her and she reluctantly started to plea with me the very moment my room door opened.




Joan : Don’t la James…. Please~~~… don’t…don’t …please~~....




My door swung opened and there she was, my mum with a spare blanket in her hand.



Mum : Oh… sorry.. sorry…



The door closed immediately and Joan and I shared this priceless look.





She burst into laughter and I let go of her.



I raised both my arms into the air, directed towards the ceiling as I looked at my ceiling light in a mock prayer position.



I wanted to sing the famous song called “ I ask heaven”






I took a deep breath and quickly got off the bed to look for my mum.



I can only imagine if I was in her shoes, barging into her son’s room to see him holding down the hands of a girl while she pleaded for him not to continue.

It’s a horror no parents would want to experience.




I went out and saw her whispering sharply to my dad and they quickly stopped.


I told her to give me the blanket and to knock before coming in.

She tried to tell me to behave and so on and I brushed her off saying everything is ok.





I turned to head back to see Joan coming out the room.

She was fast, she had already changed out of my work shirt into her normal clothes.






She stood by the door and leaned against the doorway, looking at her feet before looking up in a coy manner.





My mum decided that she would speak up that day and made a decision for both of us.



Mum : Ah James ah…. Today so hot… sleep with the door open la…..



If I had a white flag that day, I would just stick it on my head and walk around.





After we returned to the room, Joan laughed and laughed, trying to cover her mouth.

We took our individual beds, kept the room door open and I switched off the lights.






10.45pm



Joan : Goodnight James….


James : Goodnight Joan…



I was honestly exhausted by that weekend and I did not know what time I fell asleep, but I knew I slept with a smile on my face.









14th Jan 2014

Monday

7am





Nothing of note happened, both of us just had a really good sleep.


Joan thanked my parents again for the trouble before I went with her to grab a cab to the causeway.




My parents told her she’s welcomed to come over anytime.


Even my brother woke up early to say goodbye.













9am



Mr Chan wanted to speak to me and I took the opportunity to update him on Joan’s work I had been covering the past week. I also gave him a rough overview of the programs I’ll be doing that week.



Half way through the update, Siti burst into the room without knocking.



Both of us looked up and Siti spoke really fast in a flustered manner.









Siti : Mr Chan…. That man is here again.


Mr Chan got up immediately and went out of the office with me following close behind.



When I got to the reception, a couple of my male colleagues were already there.





Thomas was at the reception with 2 huge hampers and several boxes of cupcakes from a famous local chain.


Mr Chan stepped forward and asked what Thomas wanted.







Thomas: Mr Chan…. i.. I sincerely apologise for my outburst…I hope you and your staff can forgive me.


Thomas : What I did was wrong, rude, and unprofessional. I shouldn’t have done that.



Thomas : I’m really sorry.








Just then he saw me standing behind Mr Chan, he extended his hand, bowed his head a little and added.


Thomas : Sorry brother…. Sorry… I shouldn’t have done that… please accept my apology …







With so many pairs of eyes on me, I shook his hand but I did not speak.



Thomas gave everyone gathered a slight bow, apologising again for his behaviour.




He went on to add that he had catered lunch for the whole office, and that they will be setting up in a while.



He left after saying his piece.









11.30am.

The food started arriving and I could see he spared no expense on that meal. It’s a good spread.





12pm


Most of the staff help themselves to the food, Mr Chan included. It’s free food after all.







12.15pm


Thomas arrived. He apologised again to everyone, but this time round on a more personal basis.




I happened to be standing near a cluster of my colleagues and when I heard Thomas asking about Joan, I figured out what he’s up to.






Thomas : Ermm.. anyone of you happen to know where Joan is ?...



He switched group shortly after and carried on his questions.



Thomas : Joan and I had a minor misunderstanding…..i’m trying to contact her to sort things out.






I observed him going round the reception area, chatting casually with each colleague, he gave out namecards, adding that he could give a good discount for catering but most important of all, to contact him if Joan gets in touch.

Thomas : Yah, help me reach her if you can la…. I give you voucher…free catering also can hahaha….







He stressed that he really want to speak with Joan.





My turn finally came, I was 1 of the last he approached for obvious reason.


Thomas: Hey brother… I’m sorry… really sorry…I heard you are covering Joan’s work is it ?






I did not know where he got that information from, probably from one of the loose lipped colleague.




I decided to play along and take the chance to vent my anger.






James : Yah. She suddenly urgent leave. I got to cover all her work on top of my own.




James : These few days you know how I’m living or not… I hide here, hide there, run here run there, avoiding people, now I’m the one holding the fort, if it’s you, you dulan or not ? you tell me.



James : Sometimes phone ring , don’t dare to answer, vibrate also my heart jump.





I gestured in an animated way.



James : That day, client came for another project. I hide ah…. Really hide ah. Squat and duck walk from cubicle to cubicle. Almost got to do cover and concealment with the office plant.




I pointed to the really sad looking palm that Siti was suppose to take care off.



Thomas smiled warmly and tried to calm me down, he said that he understands my frustration, and that he will talk to Joan once he gets in touch with her.


He passed me 1 of his name card too and I saw it’s the same one I got from Joan’s place.




It’s of the catering business he co-owned.



Thomas : Don’t worry, she’ll be back soon ah…. Tahan a bit more… sorry ah… really sorry about last week.



I waved him off, saying it’s water under the bridge.










3pm

I messaged Joan about what Thomas did.





4pm



Joan just sent me a screen capture of what Thomas sent her.



“ Let’s talk ”


“Why are you hiding”


“Do you really need to tell your boss about this”



It ended with ;



“I’ll find you eventually”







I got off work at 8.30pm that day.







9.00pm


I bought a 2nd hand phone from one of the neighbourhood shops near my place.




9.30pm



I got back home and had a long shower before I started surfing online forums. I messaged a few brothers in the hope that I could get a prepaid sim card.


After an hour, I finally hooked up with someone and he agreed to meet me the following evening.

[ilikeoldchangke]

10pm


I spent a while researching about Thomas, his catering business, his facebook profiles, his linked in account.

Anything I could get on line.






I even purchased a copy of the business profile from ACRA.




I laid out all the information I gathered so far on the table.


I looked at Thomas’ facebook postings and pictures.






I googled the location of his catering business.


I jotted down a list of items that I would need.






15th Jan 2014

Tuesday

9pm






It was a crazy day at work, it’s seriously no joke trying to cover the workload of 2 person.

Joan and I exchanged a couple of messages, purely work related, although she did end off with a “ miss your corny jokes “ message




I got to the neighbourhood shops which sold everyday household items and I grabbed hold of a basket.








I bought a basic set of tools, hammer, screwdriver and the works.


I threw some glue into the basket too.


I added a cheap lipstick and a bottle of nail polish.



I bought a plastic 3 tier shoe rack.


And the largest item of all, I took a collapsible laundry rack. Those kind you see outside hair salon, they used it to dry their towels.




I could not carry anymore and I decided to leave the rest of the shopping for tomorrow.


I lugged everything home and deposited them in my room.





11pm



At 11pm, the bro I bought a sim card from arrived on a motorbike and we concluded the deal at the carpark.


He told me to top up using cards you get from stalls and to avoid topping up online.






I thanked him for his trouble and paid him for the sim card.



I asked if he mind waiting a min while I test the card to make sure everything is ok.

He agreed.





While waiting for the phone to load up, he asked;



Sim card seller : Bro, Are you the same James that likes curry puff and writes a lot of nonsense online ?



I smiled and replied without looking up as I was trying to check the network was up.






James : Nope sorry..… hahaha…



I saw the network up and I gave the brother a thumbs up, indicating everything was ok.


Right before I turn and leave, I added.






James : I don’t like curry puff……



James : …..but I like old change kee….

[balotelli]

Best thread of the month ....

makes me smile...
continue the good work :)

[Nic25]

Hahaha... I like that part where hour mum barge in.
Hilarious.

[BTech]

A simply awesome thread !
Even an old bird like me is engrossed!
You give me a reason to check into this forum every bi - hour !!!!
Keep up the awesome script!!!

[limkh11]

This thread suspense is killing me. Dunno what he is doing!!!!!!!!!!

[killer_pussy]

NIce and interesting

[Ahxi]

someone should compile all the short stories by him and publish into a book. Singapore Adult short stories

[dettolranger]

sorry, not too clear about this. why not just go to 7-11 or any convenience store to get prepaid sim card? what's the difference?

[eddtan1]

sorry, not too clear about this. why not just go to 7-11 or any convenience store to get prepaid sim card? what's the difference?

You are innocent, learn my friend..learn

[genesis01]

sorry, not too clear about this. why not just go to 7-11 or any convenience store to get prepaid sim card? what's the difference?

I can only laugh when i read this. :)

[pipeman]

keep it up bro! u are awesome!

[boringfuck]

awesome story bro!

[micksodium]

soild...addiction to this story is better than craving for cigarette....for me.
now finally can get back and concentrate at work....

[Indivisual]

Hahaha... I like that part where hour mum barge in.
Hilarious.
Be glad it's TS' mum that barged in... I got it worse... my ex's mum barged in!

[stunner12]

nice work bro. thumbs up

[kingdom8]

Bro, you can join media corp liao, they sure have a place for you. Best story so far i read...

[edge07]

sorry, not too clear about this. why not just go to 7-11 or any convenience store to get prepaid sim card? what's the difference?

Buy from 7-11 need to use ic to register

[kykiss]

I like Old Chang Kee

[kunt69]

Hungry for more

[liber69]

Smooth, very smooth... can imagine u going... name's james ... james bond..

Bravo !

[koebshaq0_0]

......James : …..but I like old change kee….

This is priceless. Bro ilock never disappoints. Thanks ^^

[Yardstick]

Another awarding winning title from our dearest ILOCK Brother.

It is always a pleasure (I mean it both physically and mentally) to read your writing.

The twists and turns, the out of the blue story line.

I had read from the start to page ten during office hour. I think I am an official addict of ILOCK. :D

Love the part about where Joan spring a sudden attack on you, James. Beating you on your homeground. It was a LOL moment.

And there was the part of where your mom caught you in bed with her, all pinned down and pleading you not to do it. :D

Love all these moments when I read your writings. It is not longer just the sexual aspect that attracts. It is an entire package now.

You deserve to have a special award in your name.

I say you should organise all your writings, publish a book with them, hold a meet the fans club event with us and sign off for us officially. I am sure a lot of us will queue to buy your book and let you sign it off.

You deserve it all. Trust me. ;)

[big wood]

bro if you ever hold your fan club gathering I be the first in queue,all your story made me smile thanks

[sandy6979]

bro if you ever hold your fan club gathering I be the first in queue,all your story made me smile thanks

Lovely story full of suspense ..

Enjoyed and camping for some action with Joan now ;-) ;)

[mevius]

sapork sapork :D

[ilikeoldchangke]

18th Jan 2013

Friday

9.15am





It was one of the few occasions I was late for work that day.

I was in office till around 2am that morning before I headed back for a rest.




Even then, I could not finish what I was supposed to be doing.

A couple of clients had started to make noise, I was CCed in the mail that were directed to Mr Chan himself.


My boss did not question me at all, he just dropped me a mail, asking me to try and prioritise and clear the backlog as much as I can.





I had lunch alone at 2.30pm that day, my eyelids were heavy, I was exhausted and I could not think properly.



Both Joan and my deliverables were starting to pile up. My plans for Thomas were in shambles, I simply scribbled bits and pieces of information and ideas on post it notes.




It did not help when my mum called at 4.30pm to ask if Joan was coming over during the weekend. She wanted to do her grocery shopping in case she needed to cook.



I told her I don’t think Joan would be coming over since she was still overseas.





My perk me up call came at 5.30pm. It was a Malaysia registered cell number.


Hearing Joan’s voice on the phone had this weird effect on my mental well being, I felt slightly better hearing her ask about my day.







Joan : How’s your day ?


James : Haha… what do you think ? You got read your emails or not ?



She apologised for dumping me with all the work, she had wanted to reply some of the mails but she did not have access to the information I had.






Joan : Hehe.. Sorry la… I buy you dinner..



I had excused myself to the lift lobby by then, I did not want my colleagues to know that I was talking to Joan .






James : How are you ? Feeling better ?


Joan : Yup. Much better.



James : Then come over my place and give me a massage.






She laughed before she grew silent.


Joan added a moment later that she could get her relative to drop her off at the customs the next day, she’ll make her way to my place thereafter.




I immediately felt a stirring in my pants when I heard her reply and I tried to contain my excitement.



James : Serious or not ? Don’t joke ah… my mum want to cook for you..


She laughed and asked me to tell my mum not to trouble herself.







Right before we hang up, Joan asked if I’m picking her up at the checkpoint the next day.

Joan : It’s gonna be pretty early you know… my uncle leaves for Singapore round 5.30. I should be at woodlands round 6.45am or so.





I wanted to tell her I needed sleep but decided not to. She asked me to hold the line and I heard her speaking to someone on her end.


Joan : Okok… around 7am at woodlands interchange. My uncle can drop me there.




I agreed and hung up.










8pm



I left work at 8 that day and I went shopping for the rest of the stuff I needed.


I bought a pair of cheap leather shoes from the neighbourhood shop.


I added to my stash a large canvas bag, those really china ones looking with red, white and blue coloured strips.


I dropped a ketchup squeeze bottle into my loot before making my way back.








The thought of having Joan over again gave me a much needed energy boost.




I dropped by the pharmacy and I bought condoms, lubricants and even one of those fancy vibrating ring.



Nothing should go wrong this time round.





I reached home at 9.30pm and I told my mum that I’m meeting Joan tomorrow morning, she’s coming over for the weekend.


My mum started scolding me, asking why I said she was not heading over earlier in the day.



James : It was a last minute decision.



She took the opportunity to dig some information from me about Joan and I quickly answered them so she’ll leave me alone.



James : Yes…. My colleague…. Yes…. Same office…. Yes…. Same cubicle…. Yes… do same project…. Yes…..yes… and more yes…




I escaped when I had the chance and I heard her making plans with my dad to head to the market early the next day to do some shopping.



Jasper came out of the shower and upon hearing Joan’s heading over, asked me if I could give him her mobile number.





Jasper : Kor, gimme her number leh, I wasapp her for the textbooks she said she wanted to give me.




I gave him a suspicious look before texting Joan about it.



She told me to go ahead and give Jasper her number.











30 minutes later, I received a group notification beep only to realise that suddenly there was a new group chat initiated by my mum.



Mum wasapp : Hello Joan. …. Auntie cook lunch for you tomorrow yah. .. See you..

Jasper wasapp : Yoz Joan… sup…



James wasapp : You guys are freaky……Stop this…. Before you scare her off…




Mum wasapp : I’ll create one more group without James…… he very irritating.


Joan wasapp : haha. Thank you auntie….. Sup Jasper… see you tomorrow.










I allocated some time to tidy up my room




I cleaned the aircon filter.


I dusted my table


I cleaned up my bedside table and placed a fresh box of tissues on it.



I removed all the junk in the drawer of the bedside table and filled it with the condoms and lubricants I just bought.







I knelt in the middle of my bed and I tried to visualise.


I tried reaching for the tissues, the condoms, yes, everything was easily within reach.




I place the aircon remote near too.


That was it.



I’m almost there.



I can almost feel myself on top of Joan.






I checked that my lock to the room was still working, after all, it’s been a while since I locked the door.








I spent a bit of my new found energy working and reviewing the information I had so far about Thomas.


I already knew his car right down to which area he was staying at.


I even knew which cafes he frequent, and who his hairdresser is.







It’s pretty amazing the amount of personal information people upload freely onto social media these days.


Please be sure to check your privacy settings.






I know a lot of people like to check in to cool cafes, hipsters restaurant and all, but to sick perverts like me, it only tells me one thing.



No, not that you are dinning and having coffee in some cool place.


It just tells me you are not at home.




That’s all I needed to know.








Before I slept, I had a pretty good idea brewing for Thomas, but it’s very much dependent on timing and opportunity.

I did some detailed sketches and diagrams, drew some funny stickman characters.


Things got to happen at the right time, in front of the right people.




I stuffed the notes into a file and put it together with the items I bought and transferred everything to the storeroom. My mum asked about the new purchases but I told her I needed them to test a new prototype at work.






I set my alarm for the next morning and fell asleep at 1am.








19th Jan 2013

Saturday

6am






I boarded a bus, did a transfer and got to woodlands interchange at 7am sharp.


I loitered around the drop off area near the train station, waiting for Joan to show up.




A Malaysian registered mpv pulled up shortly and Joan stepped out of the passenger seat. She thanked her uncle for the lift before coming towards me.


I was standing a distance away and I made no attempt to acknowledge her because her relative’s car was still hanging around.



I’m not sure after what happened, her immediate relatives, parents included could accept a new man in her life.


Joan was oblivious to her busybody relative and she just came towards me, gave me a smile and nudged me on the arm as we walked off together.






Joan : Miss me or not… haha


I observed the vehicle slowly pulling away, before picking up speed when we’re out of sight.





James : My whole family misses you. What poison did you feed them ?






She laughed and we boarded a train back to my place.

[ilikeoldchangke]

When we got in at 8.20am, my parents were out and my brother was still sound asleep.



We were both pretty hungry, so after dropping off her overnight bag, we headed to macdonalds to grab some breakfast at Hougang mall since it’s a 10 minute walk from my place.


She complained that I took so long to even choose a seat and I smile at her sheepishly.




James : The aircon so cold….








While Joan was placing the order, I took a look around and made sure the coast was clear.



I took a picture of her back view.




When I was sure she’s not looking, I took a picture of her at the condiments counter picking up napkins and chilli sauce. I took a few quick shots, I wanted to capture the drinks and food for 2 on the tray.



Half way through the meal, I pretended that my phone rang and I needed to take it outside as it’s quite noisy in the restaurant.





Now I chose the seat beside another couple who arrived slightly earlier than us. They had only just set down their food when Joan went to make the order.

The guy was pretty big sized, he should be able to block me easily if you were to look in from the exterior.



If I chose to stand on the exterior of the restaurant, I can position myself such that I can take a picture down the long seats with the couple right in front while Joan and I were next in line.




I switched my phone camera to burst mode, pretended to talk on the phone at the glass panel right beside the couple and fired away.



I moved about, not sure if I could get the shot I wanted, I can’t check my phone as it’ll be too obvious, I just let the burst mode go wild as I paced up and down.





I went back after a minute or so and finished my breakfast.




Joan went to the bathroom and I took the opportunity to review the pictures and found a couple that looked pretty decent.



I deleted the rest and went through my plan in my mind again.





Timing… it’s all about the timing.












Joan and I took a slow walk back to my place and we had a long chat.


I casually asked if she was comfortable talking about Thomas, and why is he bent on getting in touch with her.




James : Didn’t he initiated the breakup ?


Joan brought me though the sequence of events that led to the breakup. It turns out that the relationship were on shaky ground around since early june in 2012.


She suspected that he was two timing her but she was afraid to confront him and brushed it off as her own imagination.





The truth came out when one of her friends saw Thomas with a PRC woman behaving intimately at a family ktv joint in August. She decided to head down and Thomas was caught red handed.





James : What did he say ?


Joan : That she was just a regular friend..





She was upset of course but she kept the matter from her parents.

They quarrelled several times and she said he kept denying.




Her parents did suspect something was off but since Joan did not come clean with them, they did not press her for answers.



Thomas on the other hand tried to pretend everything was normal but Joan said she was just so lost and did not know what to do.





The only thing she did was to immediately head for a check up back in August.



Joan : I just felt so dirty, thinking about Thomas and the PRC girl.


Joan : I refused to let him touch me since then.





She went on to say that she felt compelled to keep the appearances up because of pressure from the family. There were no less than 6 major family gatherings including her grandparents 80th birthday celebration, weddings and baby shower that they attended together since August. She did not want relatives to ask unnecessary questions.





During the Christmas season when Thomas came over for dinner, and he wanted to stay over.



Joan : I refused. We quarrelled quite badly and he stomped off…..


James : What happened next..





Joan paused, seemingly lost for words as she just looked down onto the floor.



James : It’s ok if you don’t want to say…..







Joan took a seat at one of the void deck benches and I joined her.




Joan : My parents could not take it any longer and forced me to come clean and I told them everything. They were shocked and they asked me again and again if I was sure.


Joan : They confronted Thomas but he denied everything. He got angry, told my parents off and said he’s breaking up with me since they don’t trust him.



Joan: My parents….. they did some digging and found out about the PRC girl. she’s an employee at the catering business…..




Joan : My mum immediately ran a check and said she would not be extending the work permit of the PRC girl when it expires in mid Jan.










It was then I reeled around and stared at Joan.


So the co –owner of the catering business is her mum.



With a different surname from Joan and Thomas, I assumed it was purely a business partner with no blood relations.



I tried googling the name but it reeled no results. I guess her mum is not a big fan of social media.








Joan : Thomas found out . He wanted to talk, he wanted to keep the girl here and he wanted to make up with me… he said I was overreacting… He even added the girl was a good chef.




James : Can’t Thomas do the extension, he owns 50% of the company……




Joan paused and shot me a look, I quickly recovered and said he did mentioned he’s the boss when he came to the office and that he co-owned it.


Joan went on to say that’s true but all the staff from admin to finance to the operation staff were hired by her mum before she handed the reins over to Thomas.



Joan : They know who to side. She’s still the main signatory for the company.








I could see Joan’s eyes welling up and I patted her on the shoulder.


Joan : More than 10 years, and I thought I knew this person inside out.



Joan broke down and I stopped my questions.








10 minutes later when she spoke, I could feel the anger she suppressed inside herself.


Joan : Then the day after I met you…he wanted to see me on Sunday… he came over to my place….my parents were at Church…




She went on to tell me that he wanted talk and he realised his mistakes, he even mentioned he would like to make up barely 3 days he broke up with her.

Joan confronted him again and said she would consider if he came clean about the PRC girl.



Thomas admitted that it was a fling, and that they already broke up and yes, they had sex.



She spoke up then adding that since they broke up, it should not bother him that her mum was sending her back, and if he liked fucking her, he should just go back to China with her.





Thomas lost it and slapped Joan first.


Joan threw the next punch, then everything went out of control.



I kept quiet and listened on.






Joan : He kept messaging me lately, saying he’s sorry…. That he wanted to talk, to make up. He also wanted to keep the girl, saying that she’s a good worker and that she needed to support her family back in china.



James : He should be looking for your mum to keep her, why is he looking for you ?





Joan : My mum has initiated a transfer of the business over to my name, we’re waiting for the papers. She said it’s something I should sort out on my own.



She got up from the seat and began walking again.




Joan : Thomas wanted a few things, he wanted to buy over my share when the transfer is done, and he wanted to keep the woman here and he wanted to make up. He wanted everything to go back to the way it once were.






I fell in step beside Joan and asked.


James : Why can’t he just register a new business and keep that bitch ?






Joan laughed and ruffled my hair.




Joan : James ah James….. in this current climate…… you don’t suka suka open a new business and expect the ministry to give you permit for workers…. Haha…






I nodded and replied.




James : So…. That means in the near future, you’re going to be a business owner ah ?


She nodded in a disinterested manner.





I took the opportunity to hold Joan’s hand, interlocking our fingers together.


She was surprised and although she stared at me, she did not push me away.





Joan : What…was that for …..



I led her to the lift lobby of my block and replied.




James : You’re going to be a boss soon….. I’ve always wanted a sugar mummy…






Joan laughed and ignored my comment.


What’s important was that she did not push my hand away.











We went up the lift and when we stepped into the house at 10.20am, my parents were back. My mum’s busy in the kitchen and she stopped what she was doing to say hi to Joan.



The first thing she noticed was Joan’s red eyes and she shot me a look.


I quickly avoided her and went into my room while Joan offered to help with the preparation.




While Joan was busy in the kitchen, I did a bit of work, replied a few emails made a few calls.

[ilikeoldchangke]

11.45am


It was an early lunch and the first comment I had when I saw the spread was where was the yusheng.



James : Eh where’s the yusheng….. can lou hei already….



I gestured to the table to food and asked my mum.


James : You cooked reunion dinner ah ?



She ignored me and shouted for my brother and my dad to come out for lunch while she change out of her cooking top.








I saw my brother come out for lunch and I shouted in his direction.


James : eh You siao ah ? …At home eat lunch gel hair. ?


Jasper : Aiyah… you mind your own business la.




He smiled and took the seat beside Joan.







My dad emerged next with a new haircut and my eyes just widened in disbelief.


He saw me look at him and added,




Dad : What’s wrong ?



James : Nothing….









My mum came out shortly in a nice top and joined us at the table.




I took a look around the dining table and realised everyone was quite well dressed except me.



I’m not talking formal wear but at least decent.


I was wearing a crumpled pair of berms and a tshirt with a hole near my sleeve. My hair has been puffy since I woke up that morning.






I turned and looked at Joan, her sleeveless hugging dress accentuated her figure nicely yet it’s casual enough. Her hair was neatly tied up in a bun.

She had crossed her legs, placing both her hands on her thighs as she waited for my family to be seated.







I burst out laughing when she went ;


Joan :Uncle, auntie, 吃饭。。。


She even looked towards Jasper before angling her head towards the food and gave a slight nod


Joan : Jasper…let’s eat.




She nudged my on my elbow to stop me from giggling anymore.


Joan : James….








My family and Joan tucked into the delicious spread of home cooked food. We chatted and laughed and my mum and Jasper peppered Joan with a series of questions and she answered them all without hesitation.




I’ve never felt so ignored in my life but seeing Joan laugh and enjoy her meal that day, I have no complains.











2pm


After doing the dishes, we retreated to our room. My mum immediately came over and mentioned that the weather was really hot that day and that we should keep the door opened.


James : I have this white box that spews out cold air on the ceiling mum…



I ignored her and closed the door.







Joan and I laid down on the bed. I don’t deny I was horny and I wanted to have sex but I was really tired especially after the heavy lunch and going without a good sleep the past few nights.


Joan too was tired from her journey out from Kukup early that morning and we both just knocked out beside each other on the bed.







5.30pm



I must have really zonked out and I did not realised it was already that late.



I saw Joan sitting on my desk, her back facing me and she was busy reading.



I turned and stretched and realised that my mum had already brought in the spare mattress from the bedroom.



My eyes shifted a little and I quickly jumped out of bed.



Right by the door was the stash of items I bought.





I cursed at my carelessness when I recalled I had leaned everything against the spare mattress.





I went over to Joan and saw her going through the pieces of drawings and sketches I did, including all the information I had collected about Thomas.






I panicked… I really did.


That was the first time since the start of this fiasco I found myself without a reason or a witty comment.






James : Joan…. I can explain. …




She swivelled around on my chair and waved the pieces of paper at me.


Before I could speak, she spoke first.




Joan : It’s not worth breaking the law for him James…





James : I…



She folded her arms and stared at me, I did not say a word.



I really did not know what to say.








Then Joan stood up, came over to me and gave me a hug and spoke by my ears.



Joan : Don’t do stupid things James… it’s not worth it.





I nodded and she let go.



She threw most of my drawings away and kept 2.






Then she gave a cheeky smile and added.




Joan : I thought it’ll be funny to do this 2 though….




I smiled too seeing her break into a giggle and agreed.









6.30pm



We went out into the living area to see my mum with a 2nd spread of food on the table.

As she laid out the utensils, she asked ;




Mum : Joan , how ? you all got figure out the prototype for work or not ?



Joan and I sat down at our seats, my brother and dad sat down too, completing the family.




Joan’s hand reached for mine under the table and we held hands.







She gave mine a little squeeze and replied my mum.




Joan : We did…… We’ll test it out tonight…





She turned, so did I and we shared a looked for that brief second before we turned back to the table.





James : Dad…. mum…吃饭。..

[ilikeoldchangke]

Thank you for the kind comments.

Knowing that you guys enjoyed the read is reason enough for me to keep sharing.



I wish i could reply to each and every post but i can't.

I only have a small window of opportunity to log on each day.


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I've been refreshing all day long, thank you got your well written story..
I'm so into it . Thanks and fight on!

[slugzfest]

Really well-written bro!! Been waiting for this all day! A real perk me up while I OT!

[Spud_Boy]

bro ilock,

u can start complying the stories into various short stories & publish them liaoz... e-version also can...

v addictive...

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Thanks for the story. I've been refreshing the whole day waiting for the latest installment.

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very addictive. waiting for the next episode. well done bro.

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i have always enjoy stories by OCK.

great writing

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Nice read.....carry on pls

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Bro TS

Really really well written.Thank you so much for your great effort.
Wish you have a Merry Christmas.

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I love this story! Keep it up sir!

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SWEEE LAH BRO.. Please faster update.. we beh lunz already.. why your story got so many supporters..

1.) Good paragraphing
2.) Easy to read and good usage of vocabs
3.) Very good to relate to ourselves as its not out of our league story..
4.) Everybody read the story liao starts to fantasize want to protect JOAN and upz her at the same time..

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Keep it Up.

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wa bro.. your story is so good i read all of it in one shot.

great build up, good paragraphing for ease of reading and most importantly awesome story line with cheeky moments. i could stand to learn from you bro. its definitely cheeky moments that can tug a girl's heart strings.. and ours too.

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Dying for it liao..

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[ilikeoldchangke]

My mum kept asking Joan if the food was ok during the meal.


Is the soup too salty ?


Is the vegetables too spicy ?


Is the meat too sweet ?



Joan smiled with every reply, adding that it’s all nice and good, but she did not stop there, she added that the dinner my mum cook had something special.



Joan : There’s the 家的味道。。 very homely.





The smile never left my mum’s face that evening.







7.45pm


Joan and I retreated to the room and I brought out my old lego set I used to meddle with.


Together we recreated a simple model of Joan’s place and her immediate surroundings. We laughed and fought for the pieces we wanted to represent us.


I selected a lego piece with a frown and moustache for Thomas and placed him at the model depicting Joan’s corridor.





Joan took a look at the figure and she pulled out his head.



Joan : Looks so much better now.






I went over my plan with Joan and she made some adjustments and comments along the way. Now that she’s on board, certain shortcuts can be taken.

It’s a lot easier for me to set everything up too.




We went through the plan twice and did a dry run with the lego models, laughing and giggling along the way how funny it would be if everything worked accordingly to our plan.




At 9.00pm that day, I got changed into black running shorts and t-shirt and I put on my running shoes. I even chose a black underwear.






Joan saw my attire and asked what was I up to, I replied her honestly that I learned something from a very good friend of mine back in school days.






Joan : Wah… you ninja ah…?


James : If you are up to no good…. Gear up….. Be prepared to run.




Joan : Hmm… good advice… where is your friend now ?


James : Jail…. He out ran the police many times …. He was 1 of the best VCD seller at bedok interchange when we were in secondary school.






Joan hit me on my head and asked what happened then.



James : You can run 10 times, 100 times… the police just need to catch you 1 time. Game over.







I lugged the items to the main door and gestured to Joan that we’re ready to go.


As we entered the lift, Joan look at her get up in the reflection and said.




Joan : I also want to change.



I laughed said of course.








We hailed a cab and arrive at Joan’s place at 9.45pm. I directed the cab to 2 blocks away, just in case Thomas decided to camp near Joan’s house.



I checked that the coast was clear and we lugged all the items up.




Our roles were clearly split even before we left the house and the moment we reached, we sprang into action.






Joan opened the door and we carried the wooden shoe cabinet into the house.


She set up the laundry rack along the corridor and left me on my own.



I told her to head to the convenient stall and get me 2 bottles of water and a packet of condoms, and to remember to get the receipt and ask for a plastic bag.







Using the tools I bought, I took apart the top piece of the shoe cabinet and flipped it over.

I cut lines after lines along the middle of the top half using a cutter, causing the chipboard to flake and come loose with every cut.



I did it till almost half way thought the thickness of the top cover.




I removed the mid vertical support for the interior of the cabinet, with the support gone, you can no longer hold up the rest of the horizontal planks but it doesn’t matter.


I let all the shoes pile on top of one another and I replaced the top cover.





I opened the door and carefully moved it back into place.



My shirt was already drenched with perspiration by then and Joan happened to get back with the items I needed.





We opened both bottled of water and drenched the men’s shirt over the sink before wringing it dry and hanging it on the laundry rack on the corridor.



I asked Joan for a set of her lingerie that Thomas would definitely recognised as hers and we did the same thing before hanging it at the laundry rack.





I placed the cheap man’s shoes outside the main door and Joan added a pair of her flats beside it.



I had about ¼ of water left in my bottle and Joan had about half. Using the lipstick, Joan left some lipstick marks at the mouth rim of the bottle and smudge some on the bottle cap.





I checked that everything was done and I asked Joan to get changed while I clean up the mess we made so far.







11pm



Joan came out in a pair of black Yoga pants, commenting that it felt a little tight.

Joan : Die… put on weight liao…




I looked that the pair of black pants hugging Joan’s bottom so tightly that I suddenly wished I was the one holding up her firm bottom.



She wore a black running singlet but had on lime green sports bra.







As she put on her running shoes, I composed the message to Thomas using the sim card I bought online.






James sms : Hi Thomas… You gimme namecard in office. I think I see Joan. She stay sengkang is it ?



I hit sent.





Almost immediately, my phone rang but I rejected it.


It rang again and I hit reject again before I draft a message.





James sms : Sorry… I don’t want to be involved… but can you gimme $300 catering voucher for next month if I tell you where is Joan ?




Thomas replied immediately




Thomas sms : No problem. Can. Where is she ?



James sms : I see her walking with a guy…. I at sengkang now…. Near rivervale plaza…






Thomas sms : Where ? Which block ?


James sms : Confirm can gimme the voucher ?





Thomas sms : Can.. I can give you cash if you want too…where is she ?




James sms : no need. The voucher you put at reception… I go take.





Thomas sms : Can… where is she now… ?




James sms : They walking around the hdb block… donno go where…Joan stay near here ?





Thomas dropped me a message with Joan’s address and I replied that they look like they heading over to that block.



James sms : They going up liao… are you coming ? if not wait you say I lie ?








Thomas immediately replied that he’s on his way.


James sms : Okok. I think they go in lift liao…. Good luck…




I stopped my messaging and I signalled to Joan that it was time to go.



She left her room light on, and placed her phone in the middle of the dining table on ring mode.







We shut door and placed the 2 bottles of water inside the plastic bag. I bunched the bag down, arranging it such that it gave an appearance that we were in a hurry and left the bag on top of the shoe cabinet.


I made sure the receipt is prominently displayed, sticking it to the side of one of the bottle.





We had already kept the condoms in Joan’s room.





We crossed over to the neighbouring block and found a vantage point 1 floor above Joan’s unit. It gave us a good view her corridor and the road below.




We giggled and laugh in excitement and we were both imagining how the scene would play out.


We chatted and kept looking down to the road below.





It was about a 20 minute wait.






11.45pm


Joan grabbed my hand and nodded her head towards a car pulling into the small road. It turned head into the rubbish bin area and the engine and lights went out.


Thomas got out and I saw him walking briskly towards the lift lobby.







Moments later we saw him at the corridor.


He plastered his face on the window again and he reached for his phone, presumably dialling her number.




He must have heard the phone in the house because he literally slammed his face back against the glass, trying to make out where the sound was coming from.



He went from panel to panel and I could see him keep repeating his calls.




It was then then he took notice of the water on the shoe cabinet and we giggled as we saw him ransack through the bag , no doubt snooping to see what Joan was up to.





He turned around and saw the laundry rack,


He took a closer look and no doubt must have noticed the men’s shirt drying on the rack together with some of Joan’s lingerie.



Then it happened.


Thomas shifted the shoe rack again, moving it towards the part where the top hung window is opened.



I could feel Joan squeezing my hand while she chuckled that it was going to happened.





And it did.



I was half expecting Thomas to get up on the cabinet before falling down but when Thomas pressed down the top panel to hoist himself up, it collapsed with a loud smack and we saw the comical sight of him disappearing from view totally.

[ilikeoldchangke]

Joan burst out laughing, slapping her knee and I giggled a good deal too.


Thomas stayed out of sight for a while and after what seemed like 1 minute or so, we wondered did he hit his head and faint or something.





Then Joan suddenly gripped my hand, her gaze was directed not towards her corridor but towards the parked car at the bottom.


A woman emerged with phone in hand, she looked upwards as she answered.



She was scantily dressed, her choice of clothes and the branded Chanel bag she held on so dearly screamed PRC.



She wobbled on her high heels on the pavements quickly towards the lift lobby. Thomas must have called her for help.



I was about to turn to Joan when I saw her grabbed a brick from some potted plants along the corridor we were hiding at and started running down the stairs.





James : Fuck…


I immediately got up and ran after her.


James : Joan…!!... Joan !! wait.. please…




We were on the 5th floor of the opposite block and Joan flew down the steps, brick in hand.





She took 2 steps at a time, jumped the last 4 steps and kept going.



I did my best to catch up to her, calling out her name along the way. I did not dare to be too loud, trying my best to direct my voice at her.



James : Joan wait… wait… Joan!




It was amazing how fast both of us tore up that 5 floors of steps, I could feel my feet and thighs burning when I jumped the last 5 steps onto the ground floor.






I landed on both feet and staggered forward a few steps.


Joan was only a couple of meters ahead of me.



I sprinted, opened up my steps and managed to grabbed Joan’s left hand.




James : Joan wait !... wait.. please.





She shook me off effortlessly and continued on.



I thought she wanted to smash the car but I was wrong.





She went straight for the lift lobby of her place.



I was panting hard, perhaps it was a mix of adrenaline and fear, I caught up to Joan and I managed to wrap my right arm around her waist.


I went around the moment Joan made a dash forward, the momentum drove a sharp pain into my right shoulder blade.





I held on, gripped and literally lifted Joan off the ground, retreating towards the opposite block. I was desperate to get some cover.



It was then Joan struggled in the opposite direction and I felt the swing of her arms.

I looked back and saw the brick fly towards Thomas’ car the moment Joan called out




Joan : Bloody bitch…




My heart almost dropped as I followed the trajectory of the brick.



My balls shrank and immediately went back to normal size when I saw Joan missed and it only hit the frame of the rear wheel.







Joan was still fighting to go forward and she left me no choice.




I set her down, took a deep breath and did a fireman lift on her.




Joan : ARhghhhh…James… let me down….arghhh..






I ran.



I really ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction of Joan’s place and estate.



Joan struggled, hitting my back.




It brought back memories of my artillery drills back in my army days.



I ran.





And I ran..


I could almost hear myself shouting






“arti….atri… arti “




At that moment, I believed in Karma.

I really did at that moment in time.





Joan was desperate for me to put her down, she reached into my shorts and she started tugging and pulling at my underwear.



Joan : ARghh.. arghhh.. arghh….




The tugging sent waves of pain and sensations I could not describe to my balls and manhood and I slowed down considerably.



As if pulling was not enough, Joan had to shake it side to side.



Joan : ARghh… put me down.







I finally slowed down to a crawl and set Joan down.


I knelt down immediately and I hugged Joan on her leg, looking up at her with my eyes wide open .





Joan : arghhhg.. so angry… why did you stop me…




Joan saw me hugging onto her leg without a word and asked if I was ok.





I wanted to speak but no words left my mouth.



Joan shook herself free and went to the nearby bush and started stomping and kicking exclaiming how angry she was.




I reached into my pants and I slowly feel my exposed butt cheeks.





I unrolled the twisted clump of fabric on my butt cracked and slowly sat down on the floor and looked up into the skies.



That day, I had been punished.


I was punished for all the wrong doings I had done.




Joan came over and asked if I was ok.


Joan : Are you ok ? ….







She helped me up and I replied.


James : My….. underwear….. became a G-string….. what do you think ? …






She apologised and helped me to a nearby bench. We were both quiet for a good 5 minutes she burst into laughter first.


Then I joined her.




At the stroke of midnight, both of us were just laughing at the bench, clutching our at stomachs.





We calmed down enough to grab a cab around 12.30am in the morning.




I got home and everyone was already asleep.


Joan wanted me to shower first and I did.



I showed her the deformed underwear with the top elastic band all loose and she laughed, chucking and snorting in the bedroom.



Joan went ahead with her shower and we were both ready for bed at 1.15am.



Her hair was still wet, I watch her tilt her head to the side, trying to dry her long hair with the towel.






Yes, she wore my work shirt again that morning. I could see through my shirt to the bra and underwear beneath.



She saw me looking at her and she smiled.



I locked the door.



No one will barge in that morning.



There’s no reason for things not to work out in my favour.








1.30am


Joan got into bed, and I followed suit.


No I did not immediately rape her, I was not that horny yet.



I knew in my heart that the moment was upon us.



I laid down beside Joan, and we were just smiling in a silly manner at each other, neither wanted to make the first move.




We chatted a little, and laughed again at the stupid things we have done.

[ilikeoldchangke]

1.50am



I went on top of Joan, and she stroked my face as I went close for a kiss.



That was the first time I tasted her lips.




Our faces were so close that I could feel her breath on my face and yet I was just staring at her.


Part of me still can’t believe what was about to happen.





Joan suddenly asked me a question



Joan : Do you love me ? ….


James : Which man, in his right mind…… would say no…..especially when he’s in this very position…. Haha



She laughed and gave me a playful slap.


Joan : You and your nonsense….


I reached for a condom, waving it at her and she just smiled.






We kissed again before I broke off our lips.



It was only fair I asked her the same question.




James : Do… do you love me ?




She just looked at me and smiled.

She hesitated for that half a second before her lips opened again.




Then Joan did something I totally did not expect her to do.







Joan : You…asked me if I love you…



She sang.



She actually sang me a song.






https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMMQxz9TlTE



I was totally taken aback.


I never expected her to do what she did.





Her voice is so different when she sings. It’s like a healing balm for the soul.
I watched her lips moved, I watched her looked at me and she went on.



The soft tenderness of her vocal felt like a warm blanket in the cold aircon room.


I hung onto every word, every lyric, every note.





As she went on, she smiled and her eyes watered.



I simply froze where I was.









When she finally stopped, she answered my question.



Joan : Yes James….… I love you....


She hugged me, pulling me close to her.





After a short embrace, Joan let me go and she took the condom from my hand.


She held it in front of me and said.




Joan : Think….. very very… carefully… before you answer me James….


Joan : Do you love me ? ……haha.








I decided to return her the favour and I started to sing the same song in a totally off tuned and disgusting voice.

James : You ~~ ask…. Me…~~~ if I love…..you~~




She laughed and tried to stuff the condom into my mouth in a bid to stop me from singing.


I stopped her and I tried to do the same for her.


She resisted but I could feel her slowly giving in to me.





Then she tore open the wrapper and waited.


I put it near her mouth and I saw her tongue came out. I gave the wrapper a little squeeze… and off it went into Joan’s mouth.



She just smiled and I felt her hands pushing me off her so I could sit up.





I got up, leaned back and look back up at the same ceiling I stared at last week,





I felt my boxers go and the cold air of the room hit my privates.





I closed my eyes the moment I felt the surreal warmth of Joan’s lips and the condom being unrolled onto me.





I must have accumulated some good karma in my previous life too.

[Spud_Boy]

it's gonna be a suspense-filled wkend liaoz...

[TheGreatOne]

What a sweet story... :)

[smoky7]

Well done bro OCK, enjoyed your story and camping for the next segment :D:D

[eddtan1]

Masterpiece..

[Summerhillt]

AHHHH !!! Olivia Ong's song also come out liao.. how to not vote you one of the best story teller ever ?!!?

[takashi31400]

Wow ! Wow!! Wow!!!
The best story in SBF!!!!

[siri]

My fav story ever. So much love. The song is constantly in my head now.

[fd1234]

OMG JAMES!!!! :o

As an aside, are you going to complete the story about your neighbour's daughter anytime soon¿ :o

[dinzmarck]

Bro, you make a movie I think you can be famous ah!!! Got suspend got comedy.... can't wait for more

[a6gorilla]

I was laughing so hard when u described her giving u a wedgie. I think my stomach lost 2 inches !! :D:D:D

[zeusfist]

"underwear become g string"

I laughed so hard at work sia.. kns. heng today not so much pple in office.

[decepticon73]

Love this so much.. Continue bro

[Beabear]

Camp here!

[tikogoh]

Thanks for the story. I've been refreshing the whole day waiting for the latest installment.

Check at the end of day is good enough ;)

[koebshaq0_0]

This story, like all the rest of bro ilock's works, is a classic.

[Icyzz]

Exciting story waiting 😆😆

[BMW69]

More updates please.

[eagletalon]

lai liao..... hahhaa...
emotion run high with that song, then come the sweet moment.

Happy weekend to all.......

[Giam]

Bro,

This is no doubt one of the better stories I've read so far!

Well done... Nice suspense and action with a great story line!

Keep it coming bro!

[Nic25]

Not sure if bro OCK will update tonight.
It seems he takes the weekends off and update around 7pm on weekdays.
I actually look forward for Monday now

[virginlovers]

great story as usual. pls update.....

[WishingOnAStar]

awesome write up! keep it up bro!

[mePoke]

Already. I can hear TS singing the malay version of Village People's song.

"Masuk masuk man. I want to be the masuk man". :D

[Robinhood2910]

Looking forward to next post...:D

[eddtan1]

Not sure if bro OCK will update tonight.
It seems he takes the weekends off and update around 7pm on weekdays.
I actually look forward for Monday now

Bro Ilock...able to update your post after tonight's 4D results..;)

[BaronMunchausen]

"Masuk masuk man. I want to be the masuk man". :D

I LOLed when I saw this. We all want to be too.. :D

[Desires]

brilliant story! :D

[comm]

Looks like joan having a extreme case of rebound......

[comm]

Looks like joan having a extreme case of rebound......

[IwanU]

love it. Keep up TS.

[boobastic]

50 shades of old changkee rite there! I could read this all night

[Summerhillt]

Its a love - hate relationship with this thread. Firstly i see this thread damn happy.. click liao hope can see new installment.. but when click liao anticipate very high.. than bro ts busy havent update.. than i hate myself for reminding myself that theres this thread available.. and I must wait again

[decepticon73]

Breath... Keep calm & continue please

[tokiha]

Love the build up. Keep up the good work.

[hungryghost4]

One of the best threads and story I have read. I hope the ending is a good one. The girl deserves a nice guy like OCK and I hopre they get together and eat ock curry puffs happily ever after. : )

[nitemaxwell]

By far the BEST story I've read in my life. I love how its not heavily centered about sex, sex and sex only and so damn relatable. 10/10 for you bro OCK, no contest there.

[cosmicgate]

Awesome story. Really entertained reading it. Good job bro

[honeypig13]

Awesome story

[wizardwil]

Awesome story bro.. ten thumbs up!
please keep on updating story.

[stellaema1983]

https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8585/15831069850_d9d84b76cf_z.jpg

[BTech]

Its Monday !!!! Yipeeeee !
Ts, continue your story!!!

[Steventan]

Its Monday !!!! Yipeeeee !
Ts, continue your story!!!

Yes, but we've to wait to 7PM

[ljdevil]

Its a love - hate relationship with this thread. Firstly i see this thread damn happy.. click liao hope can see new installment.. but when click liao anticipate very high.. than bro ts busy havent update.. than i hate myself for reminding myself that theres this thread available.. and I must wait again

i feel you bro, that cliffhanger feel...

[CityHunter789]

Good story again bro ILOCK
Show my support here

[Wishing4U]

Great story as usual from Bro ILOCK! Support and keep fighting!

[BTech]

Ts on leave today?
Why no updates?

[ilikeoldchangke]

It’s been so long since I felt that humanly warmth engulf my manhood. That feeling is really hard to describe no matter how I tried.


That initial touch of her lips sliding down, coating your most private region with her warm saliva, then without warning, the tease of her tongue is enough to make me shiver in pleasure as I sit spread legged on the bed.




I was excited, aroused and definitely horny seeing Joan bent over me. Her soft silky hair tickled my thighs as her head tried to manoeuvre herself into position.



It was barely 2 minutes after it started when I started to get this weird feeling.




Something was wrong.


I tried to decipher what it meant and I figured out after a min or so.




Something was definitely wrong.








I knew instantly that it was not going to end well and I bit my lips, forcing myself not to laugh but I could not. My body shook as I giggled and I instantly felt a tight slap on my thigh.


“ piak “



James : Ow….


I could feel Joan trying again but it’s not going to work.


I giggled again and this time round, my erection died off, my dick deflated a little and I could feel the condom slipping off me.





When Joan brushed back her hair and glared at me, I was giggling no more.


She was visibly irritated but it was just so silly that I could not help laughing.








Joan tried to put the condom on for me using her mouth, I really appreciate it but she got it in the wrong way, it only slide down just a little before it got stuck.


She did not realise it was wrong and she kept tugging and trying to pull it down, when she eventually was aware of the mistake, she tried to pull it out but my erection had started to die down and the whole condom just sort of float back into her mouth.




She spit and left it on my as she got up to glare at me.



James : Sorry… sorry…. Let’s try that again…


Joan pushed me away and pulled the blanket over herself. I threw away the used cap and started on a good 10 minutes of coaxing and cooing.





I found out that it was actually the first time Joan tried something like that, and her reason for doing so was that because it was for me.



Partly it was also because I’m a lot younger than her, she thought that younger people would want something more adventurous and kinky rather than a normal intercourse. When she said she actually surfed to research this, my heart soften and melted.




James : Sorry… I erm….






I stroked Joan on her arms, trying to coax her again before she would even turn to look at me.


She squinted her eyes at me before hitting me on the head for being insensitive.


I part tugged part nudged Joan back onto her knees although she’s a little unwilling.




Her unwillingness to engage me again turned me on in this weird unexplainable way.




It’s like I felt this kick, this indescribable high as I in a way, forced her to do it for me.




I could feel the swell of my manhood as Joan lowered her head again in a pout, a little hesitant, probably afraid something embarrassing might happen again.


My dick throbbed and shook as I nudged and pressed her down onto me, forcing her to take my dick into her mouth.



Joan : armphhh… ermpphh.. orumppphhh…..erngghh…




The blowjob without the condom was so much better. The feeling of my naked dick brushing against Joan’s mouth, her lips, her tongue sent waves after waves of euphoria into my brain.





I tried to recall images and incidents of my encounters with Joan before we got close.


I remembered the time when we quarrelled over a project in the meeting room.


I remembered the time when I thought she looked a little proud and stuck up when she came dressed in powersuit for a presentation.





I remembered the time when she turned up in black stockings and a tight blue dress for our annual dinner.



And yes, I remembered the time she teased me for looking at her legs in office.





All these images flooded my sick mind as I nudged and pressed Joan’s head down onto my dick.


Her hair fell like a waterfall of silk treads around my entire private region, the very movement of her head caressing my thighs, my pelvis, my dick and yes, my testicles. That softness, the smell of her shampoo, the warmth of her mouth.



It gave me this feeling of being in control.




As I immersed myself in the suction of Joan’s mouth, I could not help but remembered the blowjobs I’ve had in my life.


I consider myself really lucky to have quite a few given by girlfriends, flings and even friends. I’ve had enough to even classify them into a few categories.







First, is the shampoo girl.

It’s a really wet and sloppy blowjob, but the problem is she doesn’t swallow her saliva. It just flowed and flowed and flowed endlessly onto my dick, giving it a saliva fondue and my pubic hair a through shampoo.





Next comes the surgeon.

The way she cleaned my dick up, I almost felt like I’m going in for surgery.
First the soap when we shower, then it’s a through flush of running water. Next came a body scrub with bath salt, then it’s a pat dry with towels.

Right before we begin, it’s another wiped down with wet tissues.

I had no complains the moment it began though, it was with surgical precision that I came, moaned and groaned like a little girl.





Then comes the drug abuser.

She had a really powerful suction and fastest head movements, it was comfortable, it made me cum, it was amazing but besides making me cum, she made herself puke. Try shaking your head to and fro at high speed while sucking on something if you are curious.






I shall skip the Sze chuan spicy steamboat session I had with a PRC student.

It was not enjoyable.










Joan oh Joan.


Hers was a nice and slow rhythmic movement, really slow and sensual. You can feel every suction, every movement oh so gentle.

There is just 1 problem.

I cannot cum at that speed.



After about 10 minutes, Joan stopped and raised her head, massaging her jaw and mouth.

I laid her down on the bed and brushed back her hair.











We kissed and I wasted no time, I spread her legs with mine and prepared for entry.



I caressed her full and supple breast after I unhooked her bra. The tender mounds of her love pillows felt so good and bouncy in my palms that I could not resist squeezing and kneading them as our tongues fought.




I took another condom and capped myself.


I pulled down her panty and I noted that a good portion of it was already damp.







I immediately dove back in and I could feel the welcoming warmth of Joan’s vagina waiting for me.


It only took a gentle push and I could feel her vagina’s muscles doing the rest of the work as slide into her slippery and wet love hole.


I let out an uncontrolled moan as I feel the grip of Joan’s tight muscle on my manhood as it slips deeper and deeper into her.





I just went all the way in as I watched Joan’s lips parted and her eyes closed. Her head turned sideways, exposing her long neck as she took in a sharp breathe of air.







We kissed again for a minute or so before I could no longer take it. I started to withdraw before going back in again. I humped a couple of times and I realised there was another problem.



You must be wondering why there was so many problems by now, I’ll tell you why.




Two adults on an old timber frame for a super single bed that’s probably as old as I was is bound to give you problem.






I could hear the creaking of the bed with each thrust.




Creak…. Creak… creak….






Joan immediately slap me several times on the arm , asking me to stop.







Joan : Oh my god… James !... your bed…


James : It’s ok….. no one can hear.






I did a few more and the creaking grew louder.



Joan tapped me a few more times, trying to push me back and stop me but I went on.



Creak….creak…. creak….



Joan : James stop…! It’s so loud….





James : It’s not loud…. Cannot hear one….










It was then both our phone beeped at the same time.



It was Jasper in the family group chat


Jasper sms : ………………………






Joan smacked me several times on the head, saying that it’s so embarrassing.





I half push, half coaxed her onto the mattress on the floor and I pinned her down.



Joan :Oei,…. Crazy liao ah … oei… James…


I entered Joan again despite her protest and before long, I worked up a suitable rhythm.

[ilikeoldchangke]

She tried to resist, turning me on even more. I held her hands down and entered her.






It’s quite embarrassing actually, I came within 5 minutes.



We were both exhausted and we fell asleep after cleaning up.



Thinking back, I guess you just got to accept the reality that the 1st time will probably not be that mind blowing.






It’s your first time.


Come on.






You are not familiar with each other’s body, you don’t even know her likes and dislikes.




Which are the positions that turn her on ?


Which angle suits both of you ?


Which are the buttons to push ?







So many questions, no answers. I can only slowly figure them out one by one.






20th Jan 2013

Sunday

11am






I could not remember what time we fell asleep but it was already 11am when we work up.


My family had all gone out, leaving only Joan and me at home.



We washed up and immediately head out for breakfast as we’re starving.








12.30pm



We went back to Joan’s place. I did a bit of reconnaissance and made sure the place is clear before we headed up.



The corridor was in a mess, the show cabinet in shambles and shoes were all over.



Joan opened the door and realised the main door’s bolt was left unlocked.




Thomas must have tried to open it again to see whose inside.







Joan immediately went to check on her phone which she left on the table. There were 126 miss calls.







The most I’ve ever seen in my life.


About 117 from Thomas alone.





The others were from Joan’s friends and 8 from Joan’s parents.








Joan : Shit…. My parents must be fuming mad they could not reach me.







She immediately dialled and it was obvious she got a scolding from her parents.


Joan spent about 20 minutes on the phone as I cleaned up the corridor, threw away the useless stuff and set up the new shoe rack for her. It could not hold as much shoes as before so we made the decision to get another one later.











1.45pm


Joan was saying her parents wanted her back in their relative’s place that day.



I was unwilling to let her leave and I could tell she wanted to stay too.






We went to Joan’s room and had sex for the 2nd time. It was a lot better, and we both spent a good amount of time exploring each other’s body.



I asked her what she liked and she asked me the same thing.




By 4pm, we were horny enough for another go and we did it again.











5pm


Joan’s phone started ringing and she had a hard time convincing her parents why she wanted to stay.



It ended with a quarrel before she hung up.


Joan : Can I stay at your place for a few days ?


I gave her a cheeky grin and agreed without a thought.






Joan packed some of her stuff and we left her place at 6pm for dinner before grabbing another timber shoe cabinet from a neighbourhood stall.

We dropped it off at Joan’s place before heading back.





My mum was more than happy to know that Joan would be spending a few days with us and she sat down with a list of dishes she wanted to cook for her that week.






10pm


Joan was on the phone with her mum for quite a while that evening. Needless to say her dad was not pleased at all with her decision but she argued that she’s no longer a little girl.




I cringed in my seat when I heard “ boyfriend “, “James “ , “ just got together “ in snippets of the conversation.




After Joan hung up, I took the opportunity to ask her what her parents were like.



She gave me a sly naughty grin and replied.





Joan : Oh… you know how friendly your mum and dad is to me…..


She gestured a little with her hands




Joan : They really made me feel welcomed and part of the family…. And there were so much laughter and smiles….



Joan : And the really relaxed atmosphere of your house….. Your parents hardly bothered us…..






Then her face changed a little dramatically and said;




Joan : My parents are the exact opposite.





I had no expressions on my face but it was not hard to guess what I was thinking.



Joan gave me an awkward smile and told me everything would be fine, they’ll like me for sure.




I have my doubts though, which parent would so easily trust another guy especially one which has been with them for 10 years actually beat their daughter up.

It’s not going to be easy.




James : They sound just like my nightmare.


She prodded me with her feet and scolded me for describing her parents in that manner.




We slept shortly after.










21st Jan 2013

Monday

6.30am




Joan woke up together with me that morning even though she did not need to head to work. She prepared breakfast, ok, it’s applying jam unevenly over 2 pieces of bread and a 3 in 1 coffee, but it’s still breakfast.



She kissed me before I left and I asked Joan if she was ok staying at home with my mum.



She shrugged her shoulders and wave me off.






When I got home at 9.30pm that day, Joan was making lanterns with my mum in the living room, getting the house ready for the Chinese new year.


After my shower, my bed was made, the aircon was on, and the moment I got into bed, Joan came and gave me a shoulder massage.



I was suspicious immediately of her intentions and after a little pressing, Joan said her parents wanted to meet up with me.





James : Don’t you think this is a little fast ?


I got a smack from Joan.


Joan : You think too much James,….. they just wanted to see what kind of person you are…. You’re nowhere close to the actual interview….



We chatted a little about work before sleeping.









That week flew by, and I reached home at close to 11pm each day.


By Wednesday, I noticed all the new year decorations are up and the house is really spick and span. Even the tops of the shelves were clean and dusted.



My mum’s constant praises in the group chat left me no doubt who was the greatest contributor to the spring cleaning.





By Thursday evening, I saw Joan’s key chain had 2 additional keys. I teased her about it and demanded a set of her house keys too.






I reached home at 11.20pm on Friday to see Joan and my mum watching a Korean drama together , both of them had swollen eyes and boxes of tissues in front of them



I shook my head and went to take a shower.


I entered my room to see my keychain too had 2 additional keys.






The hectic week left me drained and I was looking forward to the weekend.


When we snuggled up that night,Joan suggested a morning walk along the waterway and I agreed.











26th Jan 2013

Saturday.


6.00 am




Joan dragged me up early and I agreed only because she said I could have a afternoon nap undisturbed later in the day.


We got changed and took a slow walk to Punggol park before taking the park connector along the waterway. The journey to the promenade took us close to 45 minutes since we strolled slowly, taking in the fresh and cool morning air.




Joan wore a pair of short running shorts that morning, showing off her long and toned legs. She had a new pair of trainers that is white with streaks of baby blue. Her socks was a cute pair with spongebob prints and she had on a bright pink running singlet.



Her black sports bra was pretty much exposed as her singlet’s armholes are quite big.

She strapped her belongings to a chic and small fanny pack around her waist and tied her hair up in a high ponytail.





During the walk, Joan caught me several times giving her the look and she had to smack me around a bit .





James : Eh… it’s dark…. Nobody’s around…


It was obvious what I was suggesting as we got nearer to the promenade with the cafes and fastfood restaurants.

[ilikeoldchangke]

James : There’s a restroom in front…. Come la…




Joan laughed and said no.


Joan : No way…. You’re crazy… haha.








I tried to coax her, I even added a little pleading but she still said no.


It’s been a full week since we had sex and that bit of a morning walk seemed to have stirred up the monster in me.






I got a little touchy as we walk, stroking her back, letting my hand wander down to her shorts.


Joan knew what I was up to and she kept pushing my hands away.



Joan : No James….. don’t…. no…….. oei…. Don’t la…







I could not help it.


I could not resists touching her.







I looked at the beads of perspiration on Joan’s head and body and I blamed it on the hormones that she was releasing early that morning. Suddenly I just felt an erection coming.



As my hands wandered lower and got more daring , Joan laughed and she tried to keep a distance away from me.






From an arms length, to about a good 2 meters away.



I tried to close the distance, but she would giggle and step further away.







I tried to block her path, but she would feigned a move and get away.




We got so engaged in that little dance that she soon did not even allow me to touch her.



I tried to grab her hands, telling her let’s stop but she kept her distance, prancing around like a boxer in the ring.




Several joggers passed us by, and everyone. I really meant everyone that was male, looked at Joan.

The way her full breast jiggled, the way her leg muscles flexed and relaxed as she hoped and prance around.









7.00 am



The rising sun cast an orange glow on Joan’s face and body. The morning rays reflected off Joan’s perspiration as we continued our standoff.





I would reach for Joan, she would push me away.

I tried to grab her, she would either jump out my reach of grab hold of my hand.








7.10 am


10 minutes later, we were both panting.

Joan just giggled away while I could feel the rise of something primal in me.




It must have showed in my eyes when Joan suddenly wanted to stop








Joan : okok… let’s stop…



I bent down and tighten my laces







Joan saw what I was doing and it only took her another second to react.



She screamed and took off, running towards the direction of punggol park








I tightened the straps of the bag I was carrying and I took off after her.



It was just a normal run, Joan was laughing and screaming for me to stop chasing her but I ignore her screams.




Several joggers shot us a look but I did not care.



I caught up with Joan and I grabbed hold of her wrist. Turning her around, she laughed and scream.





I quickly loop my hand around her waist, pressing her body towards mine. Joan immediately used both her hands and push me back, fighting to get away from me.


I staggered backwards and I fell on my backside. I did not know what I was feeling at that point in time. I just felt like having sex with Joan.






Looking at her long legs, her tight bottom and her brightly coloured singlet. It turned me on in a perverse way.




Joan : James…. Stop… haha… don’t play already la…



I stood up and replied.





James : come here….. come here and I’ll stop……


Joan : Noooo… don’t la James….. stop it…





I took a deep breath, turned around to check that we’re alone and I made Joan a wager.




James : I bet….. you’re going to get raped today..




Joan laughed, slowly retreating a couple of small steps at a time.


Joan twisted her head to the left, and then to the right, stretching her muscles a little.




Then it happened.


She showed me her middle finger, laughed and replied me before she took off.





Joan : In your dreams James…








I took off immediately after Joan. I had that sudden urge to really hold her down and rape her that morning.


I could tell Joan really took off this time round, she opened up her pace, pounding up the pavement with me following a distance away.






We passed by the cafes in no time, both of us sprinting towards the underpass that goes beneath the expressway.


I caught up to Joan at the underpass and I managed to grab hold of her singlet.





She screamed and hit me, pushing me away.


If not for her laughter, the 2 joggers passing by would have really thought I was a rapist.





Joan managed to get away, putting a distant of 6-7 meters between us as she ran at full speed away from me.




My erection was in my way and I forced myself to catch up.


I caught up again to Joan near a section of the waterway that has quite a bit of pandan plants. We struggled, Joan scream and we pushed each other onto the grass patch, laughing and struggling for breath.





Joan tried to get up but I grabbed one of her shoes, pulling it away from her feet. She hit me and grabbed a handful of my hair, she too had a go at my shoes.


My left shoe got pulled out and Joan threw it away into the bush behind me.


I cursed and I quickly went in search of it.






By the time I got it, Joan had taken off again.


We ran for a good distance, neither one of us stopping.




I could feel my lung burning and screaming for air as it tried to close the distance between us. Joan took a shortcut, running up a hill and exited the waterway, heading straight in the direction of Rivervale plaza.




I was about 20-25 meters away.


I saw Joan desperately hitting the traffic light button and I took the opportunity to close the distance.


The lights turned green and she took off again.








By the time we got near to her place, I was totally drenched. My shirt was stuck to my back, I was panting like a dog and I felt like to got to release my pent up energy.









I wanted to grab hold of Joan’s long legs.


I wanted to press my face and nose on her wet and sweaty body.


I wanted to pull and rip her running shorts off her tight bottom.






I wanted to tear into her bright running singlet and take her on the floor with both our sweaty bodies against each other.






I saw Joan closing the lift door and I forced my aching feet to go on a little more.







Just that little bit more and I could have her.



There was no way she could hide in her place.



Once in that was it.





I’ll give her a really good session, I want to hear her scream my name as I hold her down, flip her on her stomach and take her from behind.



I could relish myself in her sweat stained clothes.


Play with her wet salty sports bra

I even wanted to tie her up, all sweaty and wet as she begged me not to rape her.







I tried to race up the stairs but my legs gave up on me.


I half hopped and limped up the 4 storeys and I kicked opened the staircase door with a wham.







I saw Joan closing the main door with a snap as I got to the corridor.



I immediately fingered my bag for the keys.



She had given me the keys.




I took a few deep breathes, taking my time to calm down.



I laughed outside the corridor, checking the time.








7.50am



I went to the window and cupped my hands, pressing my face to the panels with a boomed.



Boom ~



James : Joan ~~~ ……. Joan…… come out….





I laughed again, louder this time round as I paced along the corridor.


I repeated my actions and off it went again.





Boom ~…. The panels vibrated and shook as I tried to make out the interior of Joan’s place.



James : Joan ~~~… you cannot hide forever….







I used my leg and shifted the new timber cabinet, dragging it along the concrete floor and I hoist myself up, peering into the house from the top window.


James : Joan….. where are you ~~ haha






I jumped off with a thud and decided it was enough.



I unlocked the gate with the key and swung it open.



I unlocked the cylinder of the main door and pushed the door open, hearing the familiar creak of the old hinges.






There were no one in the living room.


I was about to head straight for Joan’s bedroom when I saw something that made me stopped in my tracks.






I froze.


I wanted to dig a hole and hide.




Right by the door, were 2 large luggage.





My hand went to my mouth and I took a cautious step towards the kitchen.




I saw Joan grinning and trying to stifle her giggle as she stood behind her mum and dad, both her hands on their shoulders.







Joan : Mum…. Dad,….. Meet James…


She gave me that priceless look and added.







Joan : James….. here’s your nightmare… haha




With that, she laughed so hard that she sat down onto the kitchen floor.




I immediately gave a slight bow and greeted her parents.





James : Uncle,….. Auntie…



James : Ermm… i…. I can explain…





Joan’s dad shook her head and told us to go wash up and get changed. We could all have breakfast together.





When her parents left the kitchen, I did a mock strangling sign at Joan, and she just laughed.



Joan got up, walked over to me and I could see her checking out the area behind my back to make sure her parents went into their room.



She walked closed, really closed to me such that our bodies touched.


With her face right in mine, she gave me this really coy and mischievous look.






Joan : Still……. Want to… rape me ? …


She let her index finger brush lightly over my deflated and shrunk manhood before walking right by me.



I turned and replied.



James : More than ever….

[Summerhillt]

NICE LAH BROTHER !! YOUR BACK. don't let this story die please

Exact sentiment. Last time when I was wooing this girl. Always argued with her qurallel with her. But sometimes got bio her Lah. In the end managed to hook up with her. When she was giving me that awesome blowjob. Boy , in my mind all those flashbacks came back as well. How could this happen to me ? It's incredible. Must have attained good karma. Damn it. Bro you know the 心声 of everyone here.

Keep it up !!


Waaaa! Now the story come until 见家长 !! Please continue. Actually now I read this story. The sex part is like a bonus. I more interested in your daily activities with Joan. LOL. You have written till this part. Whereby sex doesn't matter. We want more teasing and build up NIA. Now that's both a good story and writer.

[ilikeoldchangke]

NICE LAH BROTHER !! YOUR BACK. don't let this story die please

Exact sentiment. Last time when I was wooing this girl. Always argued with her qurallel with her. But sometimes got bio her Lah. In the end managed to hook up with her. When she was giving me that awesome blowjob. Boy , in my mind all those flashbacks came back as well. How could this happen to me ? It's incredible. Must have attained good karma. Damn it. Bro you know the 心声 of everyone here.

Keep it up !!


Waaaa! Now the story come until 见家长 !! Please continue. Actually now I read this story. The sex part is like a bonus. I more interested in your daily activities with Joan. LOL. You have written till this part. Whereby sex doesn't matter. We want more teasing and build up NIA. Now that's both a good story and writer.



haha. Thank you.


You should also share your story about the girl you wooed.

[Summerhillt]

haha. Thank you.


You should also share your story about the girl you wooed.

Unfortunately , my touch of the pen is not as mighty as you !!

[dinzmarck]

Worth waiting! Please continue

[smoky7]

It's worth the wait, awesome la bro

[Nic25]

Looking forward to the next installment.

[aspireboy]

No horse run! Can be the best story award for golden horse award!
Got Fan club sure I sign up!

[xJay07]

I love the story! waiting for more! keep up the good work bro!

[ojit82]

The parents surprise is quite a shocker.. hahaha

love the story!!

[decepticon73]

Great story... Not just keep banging. But lots of teasing pls continue bro

[jackfarley]

Great story bro keep it up

[blade]

great story! please do continue.

[CityHunter789]

Actually the way bro ILOCK build up the story
It keeping us hook on whether sex or no sex involve

[koebshaq0_0]

Smoking hot story!! Thanks bro ilock ^^

[iluvbreast]

I wasn't expecting this twist to the story, that's why I keep coming back to read Bro ilikeoldchangke's thread it's really full of twists and turns

[G42.85]

Super nice story!!

[ljdevil]

Fuyohhh TS, the dream girl that i would want to have. Truly a cock teaser, fun to be around with, dont need to think of sex all the time just the everyday event and lil things she do is enough to keep a guy going...

[Nic25]

Yeah it's almost 6.30pm.
Waiting......

[hotdick69]

great read...... sure must booked marked hahahah

[ilikeoldchangke]

I’ve never felt so embarrassed before in my life. It was such an awkward situation and frankly, I was a little angry at Joan for putting me in such a spot.


I did not have any spare clothes at Joan’s place so while I went back home to get changed and agreed to meet the 3 of them at Hougang mall for breakfast.







10am


We settled down for kaya toast and coffee at a local joint and started some casual chat.

It was just something really casual, about me, my family and where I stayed. Joan’s parents never asked anything I found hard to handle since it’s pretty much surface conversations.





Joan’s dad asked if I knew about her current situation and I nodded. He did not continue about Thomas after tha.







10.45am



We had drained our second cup of coffee and Joan’s mum asked if I could leave them alone for a while.

They wanted to talk to Joan.





I felt a light squeeze of my thigh by Joan before I said my goodbyes.





Joan text me that she’ll head over to my place after she’s done.



I went to the library, got a couple of books and went back home.





11.30am


My parents were already out for their last minute Chinese new year shopping and I could see Jasper heading to the shower.


I shut myself in the room and settled down on my books.



It’s been a while since I could spend a quiet weekend reading.





12.10pm


Joan came back and I ignored her when she walked into the room. She knew she was in a little trouble when I did not acknowledge her coming in.


I was a little angry and it was not hard to miss.


I continued flipping my books even though from the corner of my eye I saw Joan pouting and looking at me.






I was lying on my bed on my tummy, taking up the center spot, Joan decided to squeeze herself in beside me.


I continued to ignore her and she put her head on my shoulders, speaking in a soft squeaky voice.


It was hard to concentrate on my books but I persevered.






Joan was in a grey singlet that day, her light blue bra straps were visible and she was wearing a pair of teal coloured shorts.


As she paced around the room, there was this floating cloud of teal at the peripheral edge of my vision.





Joan : Oei…. James….. Angry ah ….



She paced around a little more before ransacking through my wardrobe.


Joan : James baby…… don’t angry la….





I wanted to grab her and hold her down but Jasper was still at home. In fact I was waiting for him to leave before I rape Joan.



She flicked through some of my clothes and pulled out 1 of my tie.



Dangling it in from of me, she gave me this smiley face which softened me drastically but I bit down hard on my teeth and kept my expressions clear.





Joan came over to the bed again and just laid down beside me, sulking away.







Just then my door opened and Jasper popped his head in.






Jasper : Yoz…. You guys want to have dinner together ? I got a voucher. Need 8 pax. I’m 2 short.


James : You treat ah ?





Jasper : Ya la ya la…






He looked at Joan for her reply and she replied in an obedient manner.


Joan : If James say yes, I’m ok. I’ll listen to him…





She said it in such a coy and soft manner than Jasper raised his eyebrow.



Jasper : Ermm… ok…. See you at 7pm. Clark quay.








I heard Jasper close and lock the door shortly after.







Now Joan is a smart girl, she knows her way to get to me and she plays her cards right.


The moment Jasper left, she went and took my tie from the cupboard again and began to sulk and tie herself up in a dramatic and helpless manner, moaning about how pitiful she is.



She coiled the tie around her wrist several times before getting on the bed, nudging and squeezing me out of the way to make space for herself.






I placed the book aside and look at her.



She had this sad frown on her face as she stretched herself out on my bed, pushing her tied hands underneath my pillow.


Then she gave me this doe eyed look and she twisted her legs as if she going to be in some photoshoot.





Joan : Don’t be angry la…… I’ll….. I’ll do anything….


She said in in such a dramatic manner than I felt it was a waste for her not to go into acting.




I locked the door and strip myself and I saw another side of her acting skills again.






Joan : Oh……. No…….. oh dear me…. Someone….. help



Her voice was so high pitched and whiny that it was comical.

I could not hold it any longer and I burst out laughing.




Joan tried to get up but I quickly straddled her and held her hands down .







Her voice returned to normal immediately and asked.


Joan : So…. No angry liao ah… So petty… where got man like that one.


James : It’s so embarrassing ok…






She tried to get up, wriggling her way free but I held her down.


Joan : Oei…. Since not angry liao… this is it… no more…


I laughed and I kissed her as she turned her head left and right to avoid me.




She tried struggling a little and it aroused me even more.









At the end of that session, Joan asked if I was aroused by her resisting.


Joan : You like ah ? This kind of sick scenarios…


I admitted that it was kinda different, brings out a different side of me.






James : What about you ? You like it ?





She replied that she sees it from another perspective.


Joan : I like the thought of being helpless… haha…









1.30pm




We cooked noodles for lunch and I asked her about her discussion with her parents earlier on.


Her mum wanted to put the matter behind so everyone can move on, so she’s pushing for Joan to resolve the issues as soon as possible.



The paper work is ready and her parents wanted to sit down and settled everything at one go with Thomas.







Her mum just wants to take things easy and not bother about the business anymore, she wanted Joan to take over but Joan had no interest at all in the business. The last thing she wanted was to become Thomas’ business partner.


Then again, it’s going to be such a pity if she were to sell a profitable business to Thomas.



It’s like being caught between a rock and a hard place.




Joan was supposed to set up a meeting with Thomas after the new year and she just did not want to think about the matter for now.



On a serious note, I too was wondering how would Joan go about sorting out the issue with Thomas. Knowing how stubborn she could be, there was no way it’s going to end well.




3.30pm


After a little more cuddling, we got change and made our way to town to meet Jasper for dinner.


Joan had on this long sleeve top with puffy sleeves. The material is really soft and the silver colour shimmered and shine under the light in this really dreamy manner.

I’m not talking about those shimmer similar to the costumes singers wear on the 7th lunar month performance, it’s something more classy, something more subtle.


Her pants tapered in a shapely manner towards the bottom, bringing out the best of her legs. After she slipped on a simple pair of low black heels, she was ready for a casual evening out.



Being the typical guy, I just threw on a top and jeans. Joan made me change twice before letting me out of the house.


Women …




We shopped around for a while, picking out some new year clothes. Joan made it clear that I do not need to visit her relatives during the festive season, her parents included.


It’s a little sensitive for her family especially not all of the relatives knew about the breakup.



Joan : My parents …. Actually wanted me to keep this new relationship hush hush…. At least until things die off…


Joan : You know those relatives….. they tend to talk a lot…




I told her I understand where she was coming from and not to worry about it.



James : You’ll need to visit the relatives on my side though.



She perked up when she knew she was invited but I immediately told her to split the red packet she collected with me.


Joan : Is money that important ?


I could sense where that was heading so I quickly change the topic.



James : You are more important…. Haha



I got a playful smack on my arm and we continued our shopping.




7pm



Joan and I reached the restaurant at 7pm sharp and were surprised to find out that we’re the last ones there.

Jasper introduced us and it was not had to notice where the eyes of all his male friends drifted to.



There was 2 other girls at the table though and I thought 1 of them looked quite cute.


Joan took the seat between Jasper and me, shortly after that, dinner was served.



Joan was really friendly and sporting, talking and joking with Jasper’s friends. The guys showered quite a bit of attention on her. I was not jealous, in fact I felt pretty proud of Joan.

[ilikeoldchangke]

Jasper blushed a bright shade of red when Joan praised him a couple of times in front of his friends.


Joan : Don’t bully him ah….


She threw her arms around Jasper, pulling him close, earning a few cheers and someone shouted that he's jealous.






Now Joan was pretty observant too over dinner. She actually told me that Jasper gave her the vibe that he was interested in one of the girls at the table.


Joan : Look at the manner which they talk, the body language…


I shot her a look and asked.





James : You know how to read body language meh ?



She rolled her eyes at me before turning away.


Joan : I can read you like a open book James…







While waiting for dessert, Joan decided to play matchmaker and head over to chat with the girls. I did not know what she said or did, but when dinner ended, Jasper was seen whispering and laughing with the girl Joan said he liked.


James : What did you say to the girl ?






Joan replied without looking at me.


Joan : I told her Jasper is like his brother, both of them very simple minded and easy to control….



I ignored her comment and I wanted to thanked my brother for the dinner when Joan insisted we paid our share.






10pm


Joan and I were already sitting in front of the TV but there was still no sign of Jasper.





11.15pm



Jasper came back and Joan immediately asked him how it went.

He gave her a thumbs up and she gave him a hug.



Joan : You owe me one ah … haha. .. congrats.




Jasper : What did you tell her over dinner ?



Joan : I told her you’re a really nice and hardworking guy, unlike your brother….. and that she should hold on to you….



I gave Joan a wide eye look but she ignored me.







11.45pm


As I cuddled up with Joan in bed, I asked her if she meant what she said.


Joan : Which part ? haha


James : That I’m really simple minded and easy to control.





She must have sensed a change in my tone so she pulled my hand over her own shoulder and said she was just joking.


Joan : You’re not simple minded…….


She looked at me with her big round eyes and added.


Joan : In fact…. Sometimes I don’t even know what you’re thinking about….






I smiled and gave her this delirious look.


Joan : Haha… now I know what you are thinking about.



I cupped my hand on her firm breast, kneading them as she tried to push my hands away.


Joan : I meant it though …. About the part that you’re easy to control…



I immediately paused.




James : What do you mean… ?

Joan : hahaha





Joan got off the bed, place both her hands on her hips and said.



Joan : I bet you’ll beg me for sex before the 15th day of the lunar new year is over.








I checked the date on my phone and replied.



James : I’ll take up your challenge…. On the condition we start on the 1st of Feb. New year is on the 10th. …. 15 lunar days… 25th would be the end date.




Joan checked her phone too before doing some mental sums inside her head.



Joan : Ok. Deal…. What are we betting on.




I rubbed my hands in glee and replied without thinking.



James : You’ll be my slave for a day, and it’ll all be about sex….


Joan laughed and replied in a haughty manner.




Joan : If I win, you’ll be my slave for a day…… and it’ll be about everything except sex.




I got out of bed and immediately draft a simple contract.

We both put our initials on it before I fold it up and sealed it in an envelope.






I immediately grabbed her and pushed her onto bed. She tried to scream but I covered her mouth.



The rest as they say ,…. is history.









I do not want to bore you with endless details of our sexual encounter. We’ve had a few, in fact we’ve had more than a few, but one, one of it is special.






That one special night.





That night I would never forget.




A night that I would take with me to the grave.








The one night that I remembered and penned it down in excruciating details in my diary, reading it over and over again whenever I could.









28th January 2013

Monday




Joan came back to work and we agreed to maintain a certain level of professionalism in the office.



Her menses started on that day and she was having some bad cramps in the cubicle.




I ended up covering most of her work again.













31st January 2013


Thursday


It was 1 day before our official bet started and Joan asked me if I’m sure I could do it.



I snorted and wave her off.



What’s the big deal about not having sex for 25 days ?


I can masturbate myself.





No problem.



Now that Joan has a good stash of clothes at my place. I have access to everything.






You name it.



Bra, undies, bikinis, pyjamas, fbts….. anything.







I can indulge and cover myself in her lingerie and fall asleep on them if I wished to. I had no lack of materials to pleasure myself.



She’ll be staying over on Fridays too, that way, I can even have ‘freshly’ worn unwashed lingerie to satisfy my perverted mind.





What is 25 days ?




I did a rough estimate, if I just do it once every 3 days, I just need to musterbate myself 8 times and that was it.


The time will fly by in the blink of an eye.








In fact, I was already fantasising about what I could get Joan to do for me if I won.





Maybe outdoor sex ?


Perhaps some kinky BDSM play ?


Oh…. Should we try taking some videos ?



Maybe we could so some cosplay, get her to dress up as sailormoon as I rape her.







The mere thought of what I could do to her made me excited.





Mentally, I was prepared for what is to come.




What else can she do ?



Dress provocatively ?


Bent over a little while she drop some coins ?






Try to snuggle up with me in bed ?


Dirty talk ?







I laughed to myself and snorted a couple of times, tickled by the fact that we actually made that bet.









1st Feb 2013

Friday


Day 1 of our bet.





We finished work late, grabbed a dinner before catching a late night movie.

Just a normal date night.


Joan showered first, she had already taken off her cardigan and work pants in my room. Needless to say, I made use of it and got myself primed.



I entered the bathroom and immediately released myself, feeling waves of sanity returning to my brain.






3rd Feb 2013.
Sunday



It’s the last weekend before the new year.


I had a pretty formal dinner with Joan’s parents, this time round, they discussed Thomas in front of me.