Chapter 6 – Reality Bites
Have I done something wrong
That you leave me so long?
Have I pushed you away
By craving your stay?
- Stephanie Booth –
Signature lush greenery welcomed me as I swerved into the tranquility of the Shangri La hotel. Renowned as a botanical haven, the main building of the hotel stood majestically amidst beautiful flora. After haphazardly parking the car, I entered the main lobby, unconsciously walking hastily, half wanting to see her as soon as possible, the other half was seemingly powered by pure lust.
The friendly doorman, a tall, well-built and royally dressed Singh greeted me heartily with a wave as I breezed past him, myself managing only a weak smile.
I had an inkling that he had subsequently verbally insulted me silently with some Hokkien expletive served with a pinch of “Singh-lish”. Taking no heed to anything else other than meeting up with my baby, I entered the hotel’s grand lobby and called her.
“Coming down dear!”, she sounded chirpy and excited upon knowing that I had arrived. My heart warmed and beat stronger in anticipation of what was going to come. A room, a bed and the two of us together. A perfect recipe on a perfect day, not to mention a perfect hotel. It was truly a blessed feeling to be me. Finally, after a hideous long time of not getting laid, I was within the grasp of making out with someone, someone who recently triggered so many emotions within me.
I thought about days past where we were only Yahoo pals and some of the more memorable chats we had. Fast forward to the first meet up cum date when I sent her off to the airport for her business trip. That first magical hug. The subsequent dinner date and the unforgettable kiss that we shared. If this wasn’t love, then what would it be?
The seconds ticked past, never to be had again. It seemed that I was waiting for an eternity for her arrival. In that short span of time, I actually looked at the time thrice, wondering if this was all a scam and she would be hiding behind a wall or pillar, staring at me, laughing at me as I stood here waiting for her, anticipating a good hot afternoon filled with unending orgasms.
My worries were unfounded as I suddenly felt two familiar arms going around me from the back and her warm presence as I was hugged tightly from behind.
I turned around and held her, our eyes locking. Her smile exuded the purest form of happiness as we embraced for a short moment. “You are so late. Looks like I have to punish you.”
Kissing her forehead, ignoring the stares from the rest of the people around the lobby, I feigned a hurtful look at her statement. “You are so beautiful today, punish me all you want.”
She took my hand and led me away to the lift lobby, both of us knowing what was to come and without skipping a beat, rushing hurriedly to our love nest. She told me on the way up that her sisters were spending the night with her as the room reservation was a “get-away” they planned for. I was invited to have dinner with the girls but for now, we had some quiet time on our own.
“Dear, before you came over I was surfing your blog again and was reading your Domestic Affair. It was really driving me crazy with all the naughty thoughts.” She stood close and held my arm so that I could feel the soft mounds of her breasts and inhale the marvelous scent that was uniquely hers.
She was dressed casually today, in a pink tube top that only served to accentuate her figure in ways one could only imagine. Her thin maroon colored bra straps had the effect of her wearing a spaghetti top. A yellow and pink casual shorts complimented the top. I found myself staring lovingly at her smooth and slightly tanned legs, legs that I would soon be running my hands over. As there were no one else in the lift, I inadvertently put my hands around her waist, slowly moving downwards to pat her butt as she laid her head on my shoulder.
We had only a couple of hours and I wanted it to be special for us. Although I just ejaculated this morning due to my own doing, I felt ready for another round and even more so wanted to impress her in bed. Though many do say that true love does not encompass great sex, I beg to differ. Great lovers and even greater sex will propel a relationship to even greater heights as sex is a fantastic way to open up, to share and to make a couple bond closer and harder.
As we made our way to the room, we held one another so close as if we were newly weds on our honeymoon. “Dear, do you want to take a shower?” She asked mischievously.
That sparked a thought of us making out all over the place, beginning from the washroom. Taking a quick glance at my mobile phone, which I utilize as a timekeeper, it was definitely a very good idea which I accepted straightaway. “Only with you to scrub my back, baby.” The day was certainly looking to be an adventure that would forever remain in my mind.
I could not remember the type of the suite that we entered but the room was beautifully decorated. It was superiorly a distant standard from my place at home, and still much more as compared to my room in my condo that was sold sometime back.
The walls, painted in beige, had paintings framed with wood panels tastefully decor’ed above the huge, comfortable looking king sized bed. There was a sofa positioned near the bed with a coffee table and I mentally took note to spend some time making out with my baby on this piece of furniture.
White fluffy pillows, still untouched, seemed to call us to them invitingly. The soft hum of the air con was almost indiscernible. Basically everything was in place and I secretly wished that her sisters would not be coming over and we could spend the whole day and night just cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to one another amidst calling out one another’s names as we climaxed together.
She broke my thoughts as she held my hand and pulled me into the bathroom, which was another huge space by itself. Brightly lit and impeccably clean and shiny, it seemed as if it would be an unforgivable sin to dirty the place. The housekeepers must be either well trained or are undeniably devoted to their work, which I fancy the latter.
We stood in the bathroom, looking at one another, not knowing how to start. It must have been some form of shyness that overcame us. I wonder if the first time is always so pure, so sweet that belied the violent throes of an orgasm later.
She made the first move, coming forward towards and locking her lips onto mine, reliving the kiss we shared just the other night whilst her arms ran around my body to hold me close. As usual, it was as if we were bonded into one as we kept at it, my tongue thoroughly exploring every part of her mouth as she bit my lips gently that only served to drive me higher with wanton lust.
Without further ado, I pulled her tube top downwards, releasing her bra covered breasts. Cupping both of them and feeling the already hardened nipples through the cup, I caressed and squeezed them slightly and getting rewarded with a soft “mmm” from her as her body pushed into me, kissing harder with desire.
I felt the cold wall of the bathroom against my back as we kept feeling one another. The kissing never let up in intensity. I was already semi hard on the way up, and was already fully erect and ready to go when we began our petting activities. I hope I am not stereotyping but I believe anyone who is truly in love, will always put his or her partner’s needs before his or her own. It was a sensation I was truly feeling right now. I wanted her to be truly happy in that sense of the word and I was glad I was given the opportunity to do so.
Thoughts aside, she started to remove my T shirt and pushed if over and off my head. Her bra came off too, freeing her firm breasts, allowing me to take a look at the engorged nipples. I felt them again, the soft skin and firmness turning me crazier with every touch.
I bent down and took one in my mouth, not sparing the other any less attention by caressing and playfully rubbing the nipple with my fingers. My tongue licked ferociously, sending little pings of sexual pleasure to her. Her moans became slightly more audible as she hugged my head tightly, pressing my face harder inwards onto her breast.
Consumed wholeheartedly by plain animalistic lust, there was no more turning back for the both of us. We were both naked in a heartbeat, hugging, kissing and her giving me little bites all over my chest, shoulders, neck and lips. With shyness already out of the way, we were threading a fine thin line between heavy petting and the actual act of copulation. Her constant moaning encouraged me further as I slid my hand between her legs and began to give her clit the attention that was so rightly hers. It was easy for my fingers to find the already hardened organ and her soft grunts of pleasure proved even more so that I had found the hidden jackpot.
The silence of the room was broken frequently with her sounds of ecstasy. We were as one, bodies tightly pressed against one another as she wrapped her arms around my neck, not wanting to let go. She was against the wall now as I increased the intensity of my movements at her crotch area, bringing her higher with concentrated efforts on her womanhood. I could tell it wasn’t going to be long before she would explode with a bang as I masturbated her to a mind rending climax.
Her lower body pushed hard against my hand and her grip around me tightened as I felt her tensing up. She gave out a short exclamation, calling out my name as her muscles tightened and seized. She held like that for a short moment, basking in an orgasmic completion. It certainly felt satisfying seeing my baby this way, her sexual closure was my doing and I felt proud of it. We gently kissed and hugged one another as her body relaxed and allowed the orgasm to subside. Her breathing reverted to normal, a stark contrast to the chest heaving and deep breaths she was taking just moments ago.
“Grim, I want us to be together always. I’m not going to let go.” She whispered into my shoulder, barely audible to me.
I hugged her tight and planted my face into her hair, inhaling her sweetness. “I love you baby. I’ll always be yours.”
“It’s your turn now, dear. What do you think if we do it doggy style?” She gently pushed me away and turned on the tap, beginning to fill the tub with warm water.
I took in her words and silently thanked the powers above. (Not that I’m religious) This was the closest I have come to be getting laid. If virginity healed over time, I would be a hundred times virgin all over again.
Stepping into the perfect, porcelain like bathtub, I held out my hand to support her as she got in as well. She sat on the edge of the tub, with my penis facing her, already fully erect and throbbing with impatience. I didn’t particularly care how we would make out today as long as we did it but her suggestion of doing it doggy style was a very pleasant surprise. Frankly, I like, no, love doggy style. It was a position which sent huge tsunami sized waves of pleasure to me.
Holding my member in her hand, she started to stroke it gently, looking up towards me with those mesmerizing eyes that I still found it so hard to pull away from. Giving me a mischievous grin, she opened her mouth and looked as if she wanted to take me in. I closed my own eyes in anticipation and wanted to languish in the undeniable act of receiving a blow job.
The seconds passed and I didn’t feel anything. Her jovial laughter soon filled the bathroom as I opened my eyes and saw her still holding me but giggling happily.
“Hey, you naughty girl, you sabo me!?” I pulled her up and hugged the still giggling woman, half annoyed and half amused at being played out.
The water was already around our legs, just past the halfway mark of our calves. “Dear dear dear, you are soooo cute!” She continued to laugh but she still held on to my manhood, stroking it gently, twirling her fingers around it, keeping me erect and wanting. “Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to disturb you but I don’t like oral.”
We sat down in the tub, me fondling her breasts as she kept playing with my penis. I found I could not bring myself to be angry with her for her playful antics and have already forgiven her when I saw how happy she was laughing and giggling. She was one of a kind and it didn’t matter whether I got a blow job or not.
“Looks like I have to punish you, baby. For being so naughty. I now condemn you to be my doggy.” I joked as I stood up and motioned her to turn around to get ready.
She shook her head, half surprising me. Not another time, I thought. Her playfulness earlier was an interesting change from the norm but if she kept playing it hard to get, it would be very frustrating for myself as I was already too sexed up and was on the brink of losing control and giving it all to the basic male instinct.
“Dear, my doggy style is different. You in front and me behind.” She said, “I won’t play with you liao. Trust me.”
Somehow, an unknown force willed me to listen. I got down in the bathtub, feeling the warmth of the water and positioned myself, doggy style, as if I was the female and wondered what will happen.
She got behind me and started to rub my back with her hands, as if she was a masseur. Her hands moved sensually up and down my back, occasionally stopping to press down on my neck and shoulders. It was very relaxing and conforting. I relaxed myself, giving in to a fantastic backrub. My butt cheeks were not spared as well, her hands moved down my lower back ending at my buttocks and she rubbed and caressed them like I did when I held her breasts earlier.
Moving her hand in front, she held my penis in her hand and continued masturbating me. Staying in my vulnerable position, I did not resist and closed my eyes once more, silently enjoying my baby’s touch. At about the same time, she moved up and started to trace her nipples up and down my back. This sexy act of her sent even stronger sensations to me as I arched my back higher so I could experience it more. She was moaning again and I turn my head around and saw that she had her other hand between her legs, rubbing herself as she slowly increased the tempo on me.
We kept at this for only a short moment, her actions hurtling me towards the “light at the end of the cave”. I didn’t even need to concentrate on my incoming orgasm, her moans, feeling her breasts rubbing my back and her constant rubbing of my manhood just seemed too much for me to control.
I willed myself to relax as I felt my leg muscles familiarly start to tense up for the inevitable climax. She was also driving herself to another orgasm as her moans began to increase in volume and her body began to push against me with renewed strength. I held back for as long as I could but alas, it was too much for me to bear. Succumbing to nature, I gave out a short grunt and held the tightening in my legs as I released control and ejaculated into the water. The feeling was mutual as she pushed hard on me and yelped her own, having climaxed for a second time.
We had a quick shower. The semen soaked water was released back into the sewers as we soaped one another down and playfully sprayed it off. She was smiling a lot and I warmed whenever she laughed.
They say the beginning is always the sweetest and carries the most memories. We toweled one another dry and I even helped blow dry her hair whilst looking at the reflection of her nude body in the mirror. To me, she was the sexiest and most beautiful woman I’ve ever had. She leaned back against me and I held her from the back, both of us looking at one another in the mirror. No words were said but emotions were definitely running wild and were very strong for one another.
The room was especially cold as we got out of the bathroom. The air con was running since we entered and myself, being afraid of the cold, quickly scrambled under the sheets and I beckoned her to join me. We lay in bed, the comforter all the way up to our necks, rejecting the cold air as we held one another. The closeness we shared was indescribable.
Underneath the layers of sheets and the comforter, my hands went towards her breasts again, cupping and fondling them and frequently making my way to touch her soft butt. We kissed again, not the raw lustful kiss that we’re so familiar with but soft and gentle, the tip of our tongues meeting and toying with each other.
It was a surprise for me to grow hard again, wanting more. It seemed that I was raring to go another round and maybe more, if time permits. I pushed her hair away from her face and spread small little kisses all over her face and neck. She seemed to like them, especially the ones concentrated around her neck and in between her cleavage.
Climbing atop her, we were both ready for the traditional missionary game. This was to be the moment that I had been waiting for, for so long. An eternity it must have seemed, as disappointments came and went over the years. But they were all nothing as compared to what I was feeling right now. Making out with one’s true love is more sacred that any other encounter that was otherwise.
She moved her hands downwards between us and felt my readied weapon, “Wah lau dear! You are hard again so fast?”
I responded with a smile and kissed her again fully on the lips as I readjusted myself for the long-awaited penetration.
“Dear, wait!” She held me back before I could join our bodies as one. I looked at her puzzled, “Yes baby?”
“Put on your condom first.” She said as a matter-of-factly.
I didn’t have any condom on me, neither did I thought of buying any in my rush to come here. “Baby, you don’t trust me? I don’t have any cause I came in a rush after seeing your SMS.”
She shook her head negatively and said, “No dear, I don’t want us to get into trouble if I get pregnant. You know it’s so hard to control when we start.”
I lay back on the bed, shocked at the turn of events. After all the hiatus of rushing over, and our tryst in the bathroom, all that is holding us back now was the fact that we do not have a condom!?
Heart wrenching disappointment washed over me as I took in the situation. Stopped by a bloody condom, what a story that would make for the guys once they knew about it. She leaned over and hugged me reassuringly. “Dear, sorry.” Her words trailed off as she couldn’t find anything more to add.
I held her close, my manhood already limp, “It’s ok baby. Don’t forget I’m the man with no sex on the Internet.” She half laughed at that statement, snuggling up close beside me.
“We’ll do it properly next time ok, dear?” She whispered.
She fell asleep as she lay on my shoulder, soft snoring as I looked up to the cornices on the ceiling and wondered what an unfortunate twist we had to an already beautiful afternoon. Her mobile phone sounded an incoming SMS sometime later in the early evening when her sisters arrived and I woke her up. We dressed and proceeded downstairs to the buffet restaurant known as The Line for dinner.
Dinner was uneventful, the situation earlier kept bugging me and I quietly contemplated how much different if I had stopped at a petrol kiosk along the way to just pick up a pack of condoms. I didn’t have much to say but smiled politely and helped the ladies pick up delicacies after delicacies as they ate.
All I wanted now was a chance to replay the afternoon again, I wasn’t filled with regret but it was something else indescribable that made me feel weird. Looking out of the glass panels towards the pool, I suddenly had a thought that made me cringe.
Damn, I am never gonna have sex in real life…
-End-
