[ldy_hanger]

**** Part 1 ****

I picked up Mrs. Quek, the wife of one of our major customer, at the hair salon and drove her here this evening. Mr. Quek was out-station and his wife had attended to our invitation to receive a long loyalty award or something at the company function on behalf of Mr. Quek. Mrs Quek was a quiet lady … demure and tender … always smiling … her frame and feature did not reveal the fact that she was almost forty … and her complexion … had been the topic of enquiry by our office ladies and gals throughout the entire evening. The whole trip here, we did not speak a word after the usual greetings … but I kept looking into my rear-view mirror to check her out … small petite frame … seemed fragile … breaking to the slightest breeze … shoulder-length hair … her breasts were not huge … but still a proportional size to her small frame … seemed firm too … she wore a black shoulder-less full length evening gown … expressing her elegance … the horizontal “collar” of the dress stretched across her firm breasts, exposing her fair pearl white chest … she had a silver grey scarf casually draped over her exposed shoulders … when I opened the door and helped her into the company merz … I caught a glimpse at her opened slit at the side of her dress … black stockings … and her legs seemed well toned … I kept looking into the rear view mirror … and I saw when she bent to adjust her shoe, I peeped at the stretched collar … a small cleavage … valley in the spread of snowy plains … when I escorted her into the hall, all eyes were on her … lao-chios watched with disbelief … and the young-hiaos watched with envy … guys … they just drooled all over the floor … she simply smiled to those who gazed with gentle ease and complete lady-like demurity … all my other male colleagues were jealous and regretted that they turned down the offer to fetch her here … I almost too! We did make some small chats … before the other office lao-chios and young-hiaos all crowded around to ask for her secrets of maintainhg youth …

After the company function, my boss asked me to send Mrs. Quek home. Of course, I had no objection … she seemed a fine lady and had proven to be pretty easy-going throughout the evening although she talked very little. Guys were giving their envy look as I walked Mrs. Quek out of the hall. When we reached the merz, she walked immediately to the passenger side … “its not polite to make a manager a driver for me …” and she apologized for the trip here … voice so sweet and tender … asked me to jump down the building also I will … say thank you some more! “no problem, mam …” – must be the alcohol – “for you … I’ll drive you antwhere you wat to go …” I saw her face blushed a little, but sald nothing … I proceed to open the door for her and she stepped in … she sat into the compartment but had her left foot on the ground outside … “just give me a minute … and stand there to block the view for me, OK?” I was still lost at what she was doing … then she bent slightly to reach for her right shoe … I looked down and saw the small cleavage again … she unbuckled her shoe and shook it off on the car floor mat … whew … her slightly parted lage allowed me to gaze up … or rather … down her lace-stockings covered thighs … I only hoped my erection was not obvious … then she turned to the leg still outside the car … “excuse me …” her sweet voice woke me … and I saw her looking at me still starring into her dress, both up side and down side … “huh?” I blushed … “excuse me …” she said again … her gaze pointing towards my bulge hard-on-in-the-pants in front of her face … Oh SHIT!!! … I quickly took a step back and let her bend down to remove her other shoe … she remained silent and when she put both legs into the car, I closed the door and moved to the driver’s seat … I quickly adjusted my cock when I walked past the back of the merz … not wanting to be uncomfortable, and rude, when driving … the whole trip was quiet … and she seemed to doze off leaning back … I stole some glances on her heaving breasts … intentional or not, she let the scarf slipped off and I could see her entire fair snow-white chest … and I noticed that her dress fell between her legs … and the slit on the side opened … showing off her shapely thighs … I felt my cock rising … and I fought hard to control my focus on the road … torturing drive came to an end when we arrived at her condo in the West side of the island. She was immediately awake when I drove past the security guards … maybe she wasn’t sleeping at all … that means she knew that I peeped … my cock hardened from the thought … when I opened the door for her, she held onto my wrist and got out … I got a shock from her touch … “where do you stay?” and she asked … again in those hynoptizing sweet voice … “East …” she cut me off before I finished my line … “that’s far … come up and have a cup of coffee before you drive home …” and she pulled me along, not even waiting for my yes or no … she held my hand all the way … to the lift … up the lift … and to her door step … “hhhmmnnn … I don’t think that is necessary … Mrs. Quek …” I finally regained my senses … and remembered that she is the asset of a very important customer to the company … “sure it is … you are not sober enough to drive … and … call me Carol …” as she unlocked the door and dragged me in … my mindless footsteps followed … OH BOY! I love my job … my incentive to have more customers …

I walked into Carol's neatly-kept living room and she shut the door … it seemed to be a very expensive living room … the room was big … and spacious … actually it was more liked an arts gallery … fine paintings on the walls, three replicas of the famous statues standing in each corner under the dow-lights … the “thinker” statue was even standing amidst a “pool” of fine white sand … sort of liked the zen design … there was alos an exquisite galss cupboard, shelfing many sculptures … porceline, metal … marble … crtstal … there was no fixed theme to the display … yet they stood in quiet harmony … in fact, the room felt completely peaceful and harmonized … no tv … no hi-fi … except for the small Bose (free advertising) speakers at the ceiling corners … there was a bed-sofa, not a sofa-bed … the kind that had its three sides with brass rails … leaning against a wall … white satin cloth draped casually from the ceiling and showered over the bed-sofa liked a mosquito net … (sorry guys and gals to have spent so much words describing the room … but it is one of the most special living room I ever come across … not to mention … fucking in!) … Carol left me in awe and walked into the kitchen … I stood there wondering if I should sit down while she went to kitchen … it is kind of liked a BED!!! … I pretended to look around until I heard her footsteps … she still had her heels on … I turned and looked at her … standing under the warm dow-light, holding two cups of coffee … she smiled and passed me one … and she shut her eyes, brought her own cup to under aher nose and inhaled … “hhhhmmmmmnnnnn …” and a soft moan escaped her lips … sensual … and hinting … I +++ a seep from mine … drowning myself more in her elegant beauty … “you’re a fine young man …” her sweet voice again … “I try to be … when around with a fine lady …” I replied gently … “no more ‘young’?” she said while sweep her fringe with her left hand … “no … no …” I tried to correct myself … “its Ok, I’m just joking with you … I do know how OLD I am …” she said … her smile was warm and radiant … “actually, I don’t think you look old at all … you see, all the ladies and gals in my office … and those guys … they all looked at you drooling …” I gathered my guts and spilled … “… and I find that time has been nice to you … it leaves no marks on you …” … Carol paused for a long while … “you are nice … Joe …” … “no, you ARE, Mrs. Quek …” and her had on a very grateful smile … “call me Carol … I don’t want to feel too old … with you …” the atmosphere suddenly felt heavy around us … her simply standing there in front of me … still fully dress with a cup of coffe … was enough to make my cock rise … her elegance … demurity … radiance … I thought I should leave … gulping down the last seep of coffee, I put the cup down on the corner’s tea table … “its late, I think I better be going …” I tried not to look at her and made my way to the door … “are you sure …” her voice … oh fuck ing sweet voice … but she’s the wife of the company’s major customer … “are you sure you want to leave so early …” I stopped moving … “hhuuuhhhh … hhheeemm …” … “why don’t you wait for a while …” and I heard her footstep moving away …