Friday, September 28, 2007

Noster Nostri - Part 1

I was in a dilemma. Repetitive feelings of heart wrenching hurt coupled with the constants thoughts of what-to-do surged within me again and again. Everything was going so well until this. And this was what I had never expected, never wanted in the first place.

Allow me to elaborate.

As you may all know, I am head over heels, deeply entrenched in love with my Baby, a beautiful woman that I've been hanging out. Venus to me, emotionally, spiritually and physically. We have been together for almost a year now, the pleasant memories of our togetherness flowing viciously like the waters in the Yellow River, calm to the naked eye but furiously strong underneath.

She was really one of a kind of the opposite gender. Decently naughty I would call it. I remember vividly the times where her laughter permeated the insides of the car. And how about the time when we kissed so lovingly and held one another so tightly that the area in between our bodies would create a vacuum of love. Personally, the sweetest of all was her definition of "multi-tasking" training - masturbating me while I drove on the highway and while chatting on the phone with my manager. Sigh...

Call me a pathetic failure or better yet, a staunch religious man. I have to admit ashamedly that I have yet to penetrate and discover her deepest secrets (if you know what I mean). And it was only a few days ago where I finally decided it would have to happen, that I would have to prove not only to my friends and her but also to myself that I needed to take the bull by it's horns and tell her, not just ask.

Enough being said, the fateful of a few days ago, I dropped her an SMS during the hectic work day and asked her if she would be able to meet that night - "just for dinner" I said.

It was the end of the quarter and for some people in certain job scopes, this was the period where work seemed to magically crunch up and for the same few, late nights or even overnight work schedules seemed to prevail. I knew that her role in her company was also affected by the quarter end push but I knew she wouldn't let me down especially when it was only an innocent request just for a "simple dinner".

Her reply was expected but I still felt elation and receiving her agreement to dinner. "Hi dear, sure what time?" She texted back. A little smiley stared at me with puckered lips as I read her reply and considered the time to meet. She was adamant about going to cheap hotels and her place or mine was a no-no, therefore the only option was to find a nice, secluded and dark place in Singapore and make out in the car. That's what I thought and simplicity often maketh the man.

"I come over and pick u after work. See you at 630ish ok?" My fingers flurried across the keys of my mobile, my skills at SMSing were extraordinary after months of practice, to the point where I could SMS while driving without even looking at the phone.

Her reply was simple, "ok" was all I got and it was enough. Now time to put my plan out in motion. She had no reason to refuse and I knew her period had passed. All I needed was to get her in the right mood and we'll be good. I imagined that every thrust that I would make that night would kill a shining star and I wondered how dark it would be when all the stars have died out and what would be left would be her cries of orgasmic pleasure as I push her over the brink with my long deprived sexual organ.

I made covert arrangements to allow me to leave the office early. Commitments that required me to be around till past 5pm were rescheduled. I made sure that all possibilities of being called back were an absolute nil as I shutdown my laptop on the dot at 5pm and made my way to the car. There were a couple of places I need to be in order to ensure success and there was no turning back now.

My plan involved a 3-pronged strategy. (1) Surprise her (2) Soften her (3) Serenade her

Being not much of a romantic individual, it was especially hard for me to come up with a Utopian scenario but I trudged on in my quest and thought of things that she had ever mentioned that she loved and that I could achieve without too much of an effort. Hopefully the combined surprises would make it much easier for my proposal of car sex before the night ended.

I drove like a determined race car driver gunning for the pole position to achieve my first goal. The destination was to a famous jewellery boutique at Ngee Ann City to pick up something special that would befit my princess. Getting there wasn't a problem. The problem that kept me feeling impatient and frustrated was the crazy after hours traffic. You know what they say in Singapore - Ferrari's are like handicapped cheetahs stuck between elephants' backsides, no matter how much they turn to get out, they will still face another ass.

Thankfully the ordeal didn't screw the Plan up too much. I was slightly late when I exited the boutique with a beautiful piece for her wrapped up nicely in a pink box and tastefully tied with a red ribbon. Now onwards for the second surprise.

It was to be only a short walk across the street to Paragon to select an exquisite ladies' bag for my Baby. I knew what I already wanted to get as I had scoured the web prior in the office for it. She would like it and I knew her existing one was slightly worn out and needed a replacement. Nothing for the best for her I thought as I made my payment.

Now if my friends, once they knew about what I had done, would definitely pepper me with snide remarks of "geylang is cheaper!", "wah, she so worth it meh?". But although all that I am thinking about now is the physical connection with her, my heart still throbs with passionate love that I had felt from day one.

A quick rush back to Ngee Ann City later to pick up the car, I proceeded directly to her workplace to pick her up. Both surprises stored carefully in the boot, I drove more mildly now, protecting the gifts. My mind was now on the third installment of tonight's surprise as I arrived at her office with only 15 minutes to spare to 630pm. The third surprise would be unique I thought. I was to record myself singing a love song to her and replay it back. The only device I had was my mobile phone which had a recording function in it.

I leaned back in the seat and thought about it for a little longer. Would this spoil what I had already gotten for her or would it aid me in tonight's plan of physical conquest? Attribute it to silly masculine "bravery" or the lack of time before she would arrive, I put in the CD for Michael Buble's Quando Quando Quando and played it once, mouthing the lyrics just to be sure I had it all memorised.

As soon as the song ended, I flipped my phone to recording mode and repeated the song again. I decided to sing over Michael's portion of the song and held the phone near so that my voice would mask his. I felt silly doing this and prayed hard no one would walk past and see this crazy man belching out silently into his handphone with his eyes closed.

It must have been one of the longest 4 minutes that I've ever experienced but somehow miraculously I finished the song word for word and as soon as it was done, I held it to my ear and replayed my rendition of it. Seemingly it wasn't to my satisfaction as I had probably held the phone too close to myself and my voice came out raspy and loud and it was sounded like a total disaster. I immediately took a quick look around and satisfied that no one was around, redid the recording a second time, knowing that it would be a do-or-die mission now because she would definitely arrive shortly and I would have not have the opportunity to redo it once more.

The second pass was more like it as I listened to myself singing earnestly during the replay. It was almost shockingly coincidental when she knocked on the passenger side window as I hit the Save button to commit my third surprise to the phone's memory stick.

With everything in place, and so far without any unexpected surprise, I flashed my best smile at her as I unlocked the door to let her in.

"Hi honey, sorry to keep you waiting." She dropped her soon to be replaced handbag at the rear seat and leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek and hugged my arm to her bosom. The tingle of my flesh touching the soft mound of her bosom was welcomed as I kissed her forehead, taking in her beauty like I always do.

She dressed simply today in a denim short skirt that revealed a small hint of her white panty beneath that I could make out. Long had I wanted to feel her wetness beyond that and make sweet, romantic love to her like what a princess should deserve.

Her blouse was a dark colored tank top with a low frontal V neck and it did little to hide her deep cleavage that I had explored countless times before, savoring her scent and hard nipples but never going more than that. She had a sleeveless cardigan on today, and her white bra strap peeked out shyly at me, as if calling out for release.

"Dear, today I've got some surprise for you. Later after dinner I'll share them with you ok?" I spoke nonchalantly, holding back my excitement at what the night would bring us both. "I got everything planned out already, including buying the condoms." I laughed geekily at that, in order to throw her off guard. The condoms were already ready and raring to go and were hidden in the driver's little compartment where it would be easy access for me later to retrieve them.

She gave me a little playful slap on the shoulder and then laid on it, "No need condoms when I use my mouth lah. I prefer to taste your rawness." Her hand laid on my crotch and caressed it gently. Before I had the time to shift to D mode and release the handbrake to move off, I was already erected as anticipation reeled within me.

Little did she know what my plans were and I smiled at her statement as I turned out of the lot and made our way to dinner.

Meanwhile, stars started to appear in the waning light of the day and I figured it wouldn't be long before I would "make" them disappear.

- To be continued -