Noster Nostri - Part 2

It was a cool and beautiful night as we made our way up north to Sembawang. There was a restaurant that served delicious seafood along the coast overlooking the Johor Straits. It was called the Bottle Tree Village and it was to be our dining destination for today.

As we parked and exited from the car, a wave of a "weekend resort feel" washed over me. There were 2 "bottle trees" welcoming us both at the foyer and they looked as if they were godly gladiators guarding the entryway to another world beyond. The refreshing sea breeze caressed our faces and an ensemble of activity loomed within. I could see service people walking tables of tables taking orders and delivering dishes after dishes of what seemed to be delectable chinese cuisine.

My princess seemed to be awed by the 2 ancestral trees. They seemed to exude some kind of ecological magnetism with their huge trunk near the ground which then extended and narrowed up under their short branches. Sovereignty was rightfully theirs I thought as yellow lights shone onto them, increasing their "visage".

The place was accessible only via car and there weren't many patrons around. We took our seats as close as possible to the shore so we could have dinner and look over the waters to the slowly appearing lights over the other side at JB as well as to take in the diminishing warmth from the sunset. All in all, almost perfect, at least in my opinion.

Truth be told, being in love with someone could be a very harsh affair when you begin to start giving more of yourself for her without expecting anything in return. A smile, laugh or just a general feeling of happiness that she feels would suffice to make my day. It didn't matter if I had a bad day at work or if I'm tired from the days' activities. All I wanted was a happy princess and for that, I would give anything within my power.

But sadly, the crux of it would also mean that giving selflessly may end up with a scenario that one's being taken advantage of, or even being hurt far worse than what you would expect.

In spite of all that, I knew my princess and I knew she would not be capable of the hurt that others' would have advised me against. All I felt was pure, for my lady and I would not bear to know that I've not given all that I can for her. Plain and simple.

Our dinner was sumptuous and filling. I didn't have a good appetite though but yet she kept urging me on to eat more. My girl just doesn't know what I will be doing with all the extra carbs later when I need to burn them all. We had small talk for a while and laughed at cheeky jokes. It was a fitting end to the quarter as she could let her hair down after the past few days' of hard work.

"Dear dear," I said as I picked up yet another piece of fish and laid it on her bowl, "Eat more ok? You've not been eating well these few days and your timing all screwed up."

She took that same piece and returned it to my bowl instead. "Don't want. I full already. I don't want to gain weight. Later you see me will feel sian how?"

Laying my hand on her skirt and pushing the frontal area downwards, "Oh, c'mon! I won't feel sian lah. Sayang you already too busy."

She looked towards my hand and then to me in mock surprise. I knew she was faking innocence when she pointed to my hand and wondered aloud, "Ahem! Sayang me or sayang my hamburger huh?"

It had been a long time since I laughed so freely and her laughing together with me only made me feel more strongly for her. I've heard of vaginas being referred to as abalone and pussies but somehow "hamburger" seemed to tickle my funny bone.

When dinner ended, we took a short stroll along the coastline, taking in the sights of the bright colored lights across the waters from the supposedly hustling restaurants and night markets on the other side in JB. Hands linking our bodies as one, there wasn't any need for words as the cool night breeze blew against us. The serenity and peace of the beach engulfed us in it's grasp and it wasn't long before it's grip tightened and we held another close sharing a kiss underneath the night sky.

"Thanks honey for the dinner and the night. This is really a nice place." I held her close as she buried her face against my shoulder.

I took in her soft, feminine aroma, languishing in it's sweetness. Her body pressed gently against mine and I could not do anything but to feel the all familiar urge creeping up on me. I pushed my hands under her blouse and into the bands of her skirt and felt the myriad patterns of the lace of her panty. I didn't want to rush things for now and stayed my hand, caressing her back and basically just.... holding her.

"This is your reward for a hardworking quarter end, babe. I'm not your boss at work, but now I'm your boss in bed." Without awaiting her reply, I pressed my lips against hers and we shared another one of the those what I would call, a "kiss of exotic intimacy".

I dare say that I am proud of one thing in our relationship. Since being together, we never allowed the physical aspect wane at all. The hugs still feel as good and as close as the first one. The kisses we shared still burn furiously with fiery passion and my desire for my little expeditions to touch deeper, or to explore further still rage on without any hint of slowing down.

As we broke our kiss, she held me tighter than before and I looked up to the sky and silently mocked the stars.

How long more do you think you're going to stay shining and blinking, my friends?

-to be continued -