A Relationship With 2 Spinster Sisters

[boob_man]

Part II

It was then when I felt a sudden urge to have a massage. Hmm, I imagined having Alice, Amy and Winnie, all three massaging me at the same time! Me laying naked on a massage bed with Alice massaging my head and shoulders, Amy, using her hair to tickle my body and Winnie running her hands up and down my inner thighs, gently scraping against my balls…..My brother’s getting fed-up from being consistently interrupted from his slumber and is now stirring to signal his frustration and awakening…..

I was walking around in this shopping centre when I noticed a tui na shop on an upper level. Deciding to check it out, I strolled towards it. “Un mor ma, shian shen?” a strong china-accented voice sounded from within.
Peering in, I saw a lady (presumably in her late 30s as she didn’t look young) sitting behind the table. She immediately got up and walked towards me. Gosh, just what I like - big boobs! Looked much bigger than the three ladies I know…..There was also another woman in the reception area watching TV.

“You do body massage?” I enquired. Incidentally my command of mandarin leaves a lot to be desired and at times, I face great difficulty in either trying to understand or making myself understood. Simple conversational mandarin, I’m ok with that. Nodding, she replied “Yes. $40 an hour”. That, I understand. “Come in bah” she said in mandarin, standing back to allow me to step in. Since I was in the mood and my bro has been roused from his sleep, I thought to myself “why not?” “Ok, I take one hour”, I told her.

There were three cubicles in the shop and she led me into the one furthest from the entrance. Pulling the curtains together, she asked if I wanted a drink. “Anything”, I replied. Ha, I’m beginning to sound like Winnie now!

Her massage was satisfactory – sufficient strength and applying pressure at the right spots. It wasn’t rushed and she asked periodically if the pressure was right. She massaged thoroughly, starting with the legs, shoulders, back and arms. There was some occasional small talk but mostly silence. Patting lightly on my arm, she motioned me to turn over. I was almost falling asleep by then. “Hmm, hau shu fu ya!” I commented as I flipped over. Smiling, she held up the towel and covered my privates as I turned to face her. My bro too, was having a nap then.

It’s only now that I managed to get a good close-up look at her. She’s not bad-looking, except that she’s got some freckles on her face. Fuzzy, shoulder-length hair & those boobs…..She was wearing a slip-on loose fitting blouse and a pair of tight fitting very short, shorts. I tried not to focus on her breasts lest my brother starts complaining again. My eyes closed, she moved to the top of my head & started massaging my scalp. Opening them slightly, I peeked at her and our eyes met. She was looking at me while my eyes were closed. We both smiled and remained silent while I closed my eyes again.

Taking a deep breath, I raised both hands and rested them above my head, sort of like in a “surrender” position and she’s now in between them. After a few moments, I tried to test the waters by moving a hand slowly towards her bum. When it came into contact, I used my fingers to trace a slow circular motion over her shorts. She made no attempt to move or push my hand away, just continuing with the massage. Feeling bolder now, I started squeezing, slowly at first and getting harder with each squeeze. Still, there was no reaction from her. The only thing I noticed was that with each hard squeeze on her bum cheeks, she’ll apply more pressure on my head or shoulders at the same moment. Hmm, for every action, there’s an equal opposite reaction?

She then asked me to turn over so that she could massage my neck while she remained above my head. She pulled a stool towards her and sat down. Now face down I lifted my head and was eye level with her breasts. While she massaged my shoulders, I moved my hands up the side of her breasts. Without looking at her, I then glided to the front, cupping and squeezing both breasts.

Since silence is taken as approval, I lifted up her blouse. As it was loose fitting, I brought it up over her breasts effortlessly. What a sight to behold! At least a 36D! My wife is a 36D and the size looks similar. They were just inches away from my face and I subconsciously licked my lips in anxious anticipation of what was to suffice. She was wearing a skin coloured under-wired bra which made her breasts felt hard. Placing both thumbs and forefingers underneath each cup, I lifted the bra. It was tight and I had to exert some strength. On the second attempt, her breasts popped into view with a soft bounce.

Her aerola was dark like chocolate and both her nipples had already hardened by now. Straining forward, I flicked her right nipple (which was to my left) with my tongue. The initial contact made her jolt slightly. Alternating between licking and sucking, my right hand was tweaking at her other nipple too. She started to let out soft moans and was pulling my head towards her breasts with her hands.

My mouth was starting to get cramped from all that oral action as I was in an uncomfortable position. I stopped and motioned her to move to my side while I sat up by the side of the high bed. Holding her hand, I guided her to stand in front of me, between my legs. She moved without saying a word.

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Lifting her blouse again, I signalled her to hold on to the sides using her hands. Her bra was slightly above her breasts, turned inside out. I reached behind to unclasp it but she caught hold of my hand and shook her head. I guess she was afraid of a raid and wouldn’t like to get caught with her bra down…..

Respecting her request, I lowered my head to her breasts again, picking up from where I left off. My cock, apparently aware of what’s going on, started to rise and twitch with excitement. She noticed and wrapped her hand round, trying to keep him warm. I could feel him twitching and getting familiar with her hand…..

My right hand, meanwhile was fiddling with the button on her shorts. It was very tight and took me several moments just to be able to un-button it. Unzipping it, I slid my hand in, cupping her pussy over her panties. She was squirming by now and giving off muffled moans. As we were in a cubicle covered only by a curtain, any loud noise can easily be picked up outside. It was a good thing that the volume of the TV in the reception area was higher than normal, presumably to help the deaf hear.

Giving her a peck on her lips, I rested my head against her left cheek, as if we were slow dancing. We were both now hugging each other and her hand was moving up and down my cock fairly quickly. I had to stop her and asked her to slow down or else my bro will be sneezing soon enough. I wanted to focus on her pussy.

Looking down into her shorts, I noticed that she was wearing a red panty. Wah piang eh, talk about colour co-ordination – skin coloured bra with a red panty. Can you imagine that? The only consolation was that it wasn’t one of those granny type cotton panties. It was silky to the touch. Ahem, back to the action…..I slid my right hand into her panty and it felt a little damp. Looks like her juices had already started seeping out. Using my middle finger, I found her clit and started to rub on it. That brought an instant reaction from her. She hugged me tighter and started breathing harder. Stifling her groans, she swayed her hips in tandem as my finger now applied more pressure and rubbed furiously. I could now feel her juices flowing as she was getting more and more excited. In a swift motion, I slipped the same finger into her pussy and that made her jumped.

Scenes of those Jap porn videos where the man furiously finger fucks the woman, I recreated the scenes with this Chinese woman in front of me. Unable to withstand the electrical sensation surging through her body, she abruptly stopped me by putting her hand on mine. Whimpering and shaking her head continuously, she was repeating “so pu liao, wor so pu liao…..” (“Can’t take it, I can’t take it…..”).

I then stood up and asked her to lay on the bed. She did as told and lifted her hips as I removed her shorts and panty. Lying half naked, her breasts were heaving as she gasped for breath. I got a bit worried in case she suffered a heart attack then! She knew what I was going to do next and quickly covered her pussy with her left hand, shaking her head at the same time. “Bu ker yi” she said.

Moving her hand away, I shook my head & told her to relax and that I wasn’t going to enter her. Moving her right leg and dangling it over the side of the bed, I positioned myself in front of her pussy. Holding on to my cock, I started to rubbing on her clit, up and down. It was an erotic feeling especially with the coarse bristles of her pubic hair rubbing against my cock. I let go of my hands and leaving my cock on her pussy, began a fucking motion. Feeling the build-up in my balls, I started rocking faster. She was squirming vigorously now and biting her lips to prevent from herself from groaning out loud. Her fingers were gripping the sheets until they became wrinkled.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” I panted in a half whisper, keeping up with the speed and rhythm. As the build-up led to the ultimate eruption and, shaking from the spasms, I spurted hard onto her pussy. Holding onto my convulsing cock, I spread my cum while squirting at the same time over her bush, as if applying kaya on a toast. As the last drops dribbled down, I lay on her panting. She too, was breathing heavily.

Just like reading an FR on Sammyboy, isn’t it? Well, below is my “FR”…..

Name: Didn’t ask,
Age: Late 30s maybe?
Breast: Best! 36D at least!!
GFE: 8/10
Massage: 7/10
HJ: Never try
BJ: Never try
FJ: 7/10. No penetration
RTF: Maybe
Damage: $40 massage + $80

Please don’t ask me for contact details. The shop is no longer there. I went back a couple of times after that but it’s no longer operating now.

So, that’s my SOS (Sex On Sunday) experience. Next, “A battle of…..”

[gdmornyest]

steamy encounter sio!!!

[edwardtan]

Very well written story. Enjoyed it thoroughly. Upz you.

[pary]

Still waiting for your "further developments" with the sisters.

Somehow having an eccentric spinster woman for fb is quite scary..1 woman at home already difficult to manage (at least for me..stressful), kind of scary to imagine managing more than one. That's why can only come in here to live the fantasies of other people's stories.

[LinxiSteven]

Very interesting, funny and erotic story. HERE TO CAMP FOR MORE!

[eeemen]

A good sunday no doubt eh? cheers bro ............................

[Rasta Marley]

Great writing Bro; please continue

[alvisscheah]

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[woodykent]

Cheers... to Bro 'Boob Man'

[svs_hire]

Bro nice write up .... been a long time i last read a juicy story

[gigigagago]

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[Starkarat]

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[boob_man]

Chapter 12 – “A Battle of…..”

“You know what you’re getting yourself into or not?” my inner voice boomed, as it began a full scale assault on my mind, bombarding me with a salvo of question after question. “Still want to continue fucking Alice?”, “Want to fuck Amy too?”, “Winnie as well?”, “Shiok hor!”, “Can you handle all three? How?”, “Got think if you kena caught, then how?”, “How, how, how???” I felt like screaming out, asking for the questions to stop.

“Aiya, never mind lah. Can fuck, don’t want ah?” the devil in me intervened. “Can fuck, fuck first, worry later!”, “You don’t fuck, other people will. Why waste your chance right?”, “Don’t worry lah, follow Nike, just do it…..”

It’s a straight two-way fight in this “e-rection”. Either choose (to) “Pay And Play” or settle with (a) “Willing Partner”. No need for any “stand-bys” or “leaked sms’es”.

If I choose to “Pay And Play”, then there’s not too great a fear or worry of getting caught or found out. No strings attached. But if it’s a “Willing Partner”, what happens if, and or when the partner becomes “unwilling”, “showing disunity” or “cracks appearing” within the relationship? Run away from my home, my estate, my country…..? This is really starting to give me a severe migraine.

It’s become an epic battle of the conscience and I’ve never had such a headache like this for the past twenty one years – since 1991, to be exact.
"Aiya, so how like that?" If I can get a “Willing Partner” then of course good lah. But If not, “Pay And Play” also can as it’s always around. Either way, I won’t lose mah right? My needs will still be met, maybe not so fast only la….."So don’t think so much, ok?" That was the devil in me, reasoning with my conscience…..

Since my first session with Alice, I was always looking forward to our next liaison, if there was ever to be. Now, both Amy and Winnie have gotten into my cross-hairs as well. It’s become somewhat a mission to try and conquer those peaks and explore the deepest recesses of their caves. Mission impossible? Well let’s wait and see.....But at least, I don’t “explode” just after five seconds…..

“Wat r u doing?” I texted Alice. It’s an early weekday afternoon just past 1.00 and I had some free time. It was about fifteen minutes before I received a reply from her. “Juz finish manicure session. Y? U free is it?” was her reply. Not adept in co-ordinating thumb or finger with keypad, I called instead of replying.

“No lah, A bit free now and juz thinking what you’re doing?” I said. “Eat already? Want to go for tea or coffee?” I asked.

“Ya, took my lunch already. Meeting my sis later. She wants to go shopping. If you want to meet, can lor, for awhile” she replied. “Where are you now? Home or office?”

“My home is my office and my office is also my home” I answered jokingly. “Hah?” she replied, obviously not getting the joke. “What you mean? Home or office?” she repeated, getting a bit impatient. “Office lah” I quickly replied before I changed her mood. “What time you meeting Amy?”. “Around 6 plus at 313 Somerset. She’s meeting Lim after that. I don’t think I want to go too far. Wait very troublesome to go there. MRT sure crowded one. You want to meet me there or not?” she asked.

“Ok. Want to go Starbucks in Centrepoint? Just across the road only. How soon can you be there?” I asked. “15 minutes. I’m at Far East Plaza now” she replied. “Ok, see you at Starbucks in 15 minutes”.

She was aptly dressed for an Orchard road outing - not the usual open-neck, sleeveless tee and bermudas but in a cute greenish tank-top outfit with matching shorts. “Wah, today wear so sexy, who you meeting later ah?” I exclaimed as she approached me. “Like that call sexy meh?” she answered as we walked into Starbucks.

Catching me looking at her, she put down her cup and asked “Why you keep looking at me like that? I very ugly meh? Why, this tank top not nice is it?” sounding defensive and subconsciously looking at her outfit. “Why? Cannot look at you meh?” I said. “I got say you look ugly or your tank top not nice?”. Continuing, I added “Don’t know why, but I like to look at you, can or not?” smiling as I said that. “Aiya, don’t talk nonsense lah. How come you today so free ah?” she interjected. “If I got nothing on, then I’m very free. But if got meeting with client or staff then I not free lor” I replied in a comical tone. “Tsk” was all she said as she rolled her eyes.

I took the opportunity to find out more about Alice. Afraid of, and remembering her temperament, I dared not to ask direct questions, more subtle ones and “beat-round-the-bush” type questions. So, over coffee, she slowly filled in the answers to the questions I had.

I found out that she too, had gone through not one, but three failed relationships which led her to lose all faith in having future serious relationships, much less, get married. Unlike her sister Amy who turned pessimistic after only one bad experience, Alice was more optimistic then. She thought that if after going through a rough patch, the next one may turn out to be smoother. Alas, but that was not to be. Jumping from one relationship to another in succession in a bid to seek solace from the previous one only left her mentally and emotionally drained. I was dead curious to know if it also left her physically drained, but that was one question I’d better avoid asking…..

“We women not the same as you men” she said, taking a sip of her coffee. “You men only think of one thing. You should know what I mean,” putting her cup down.

Acting blur, I asked “What do you mean? What one thing?” “Aiya, don’t keh keh lah, you know what I mean” she said. “What? Sex?” I asked. “Ya lor, what else?” she exclaimed raising her hands and wringing them in mid air. “You men always think of sex. When we say don’t want, you ask why? Ask wait can or not, you ask wait for how long? Say they love us, and if we also love them, then why cannot do? Don’t give, not happy, pull long face. Give already, say not enough, want some more, hiya…..” she said, with a look of hopelessness and resignation on her face.

Sighing, she continued “Like smoking like that. One stick finish, gian want to smoke another stick. Smoke all until finish, then throw away the box”. She seemed to hit the nail right on the head, with that remark. I never really thought of us men in that sense, and she made a very good and factual point by saying that. “But some people actually collect empty boxes, you know?” I wanted to say but decided otherwise, fearing that she may counter by replying “Ya, but how many empty boxes you want to keep? Keep where?” Yet again, another valid but unspoken point.

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Looking at her without saying anything, she continued to add “You all must try to understand we all women. We also human and sometimes also gian to do. But we not like machine, can on and then after that, off. You see sexy naked woman, brother sure stand, but if we see sexy naked man, sister won’t get wet so easily one. We must at least like the man first before we want to do. Like that then shiok ma! Got feeling…..,” beginning to sound explicit in her explanation and making tiny gestures with her hands. I had to hush her as her voice was getting a bit loud and I was afraid that the occupants at the next table can overhear us.

Not wanting her to explain further in case she turns more animated, I changed the subject asking her “Before we know each other, I sometimes see you whisper to your sister whenever you both see me walking towards you. What you whispering about ah? I’m very curious to know”. “Say you suai lor, yen tau. Some more what you want to hear?” she replied laughing out loud.

Wah seh, you really “boh ee eh pian” if you know what I mean. “You believe ah?” she continued, chuckling. “No lah, I tell my sister wah, this man look like very good one. Always go buy breakfast for family. Cannot be buy only for himself because he holding a few packets of kopi and plastic bags. This kind of man now very hard to find”. “Well, now you find already lor!” I replied with a grin. She glared at me without replying.

“About that day at Starbucks, sorry ah!” I said apologetically to her. Either she has a short memory span or pretended to have forgotten about it. She asked with a puzzled look “Why, what happened?” “You mean you forgot already?” I asked. “Forgot what?” she said. “Aiya, never mind lah. If forget already then forget lor…..” I replied, asking myself if she had really forgotten the incident.

We stayed silent for some time as she was busy fiddling with her iphone. “So, you have anywhere to go or anything to do until you meet your sis?” I asked her. My watch showed that it was close to 3.00pm. “It’s still early now. Another three hours. Don’t tell me you want to sit here for another three hours? You want to drink the whole Starbucks ah?” I joked, “Or you want to go jalan jalan?”. “Jalan where? Don’want la. Weather so hot outside, wait perspire then body sticky. Not going home so soon, very uncomfortable wait. What about you? You got any appointment?” she replied.

I didn’t know what prompted me say it but it just came blurting out “If sticky then go and bathe lor”. The simple mindedness in her showed as she answered “Don’t want la. Go home bathe then come out again. Very ma huan. If I go home, I don’t feel like going out again”.

“Who say must go home and bathe?” I replied, allowing my pent-up testosterone to take over and obviously, forgotten the meaning of the word death. I didn’t know where the courage appeared from as never in the life of me dared I, to ask that question! She looked at me for awhile, keeping quiet. I guess her thought processes and reasoning logic have begun running by now. Reacting normally, she asked in a cool manner, “Then, bathe where?” half smiling. She definitely knows what I’m driving at by now. Before I could answer, she continued, “You mean hotel bathroom also can bathe is it?” I swore that I could see my life flashing in front of my eyes then!

I swallowed hard not knowing what to say at that moment. Being a matured woman, she took control of the situation and asked point blank “So, you want to go to hotel with me again is it?”

I’ve never felt so lost and speechless in front of anyone before, but then again, I’ve also never met anyone who’s so direct as Alice. Not daring to look her in the eyes, I looked at the wall behind her and garbled “Not that la”. “Then if not that, you tell me where else can I bathe? Your house ah?” she asked, sounding assertive this time. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead and my palms were getting sweaty, even though the temperature there was cool and comfortable.

Realising her outburst was creating a tension in the atmosphere, she softened up. Touching my arm, she said “Sorry. I didn’t mean that. Ok, I don’t mind bathing in a hotel bathroom but I need to meet my sis on time, can?”

My mind was in chaos then. A few seconds ago, she was berating me and now, she’s sounding affectionate. “Do I still have the mood to carry on?” I asked myself. Before I could even answer myself, she leaned towards me and whispered in my ear, “Now not safe. Must use cap. If you don’t have, can go downstairs and buy. No cap cannot. I wait for you here”.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry…..what I remembered then was telling her that I don’t carry one and now she’s telling me that I can go buy one from Cold Storage downstairs! Is there a 4D or Toto draw on that day??

Well, you should know what lies in store in the next chapter, “My second time…..”