A Domestic Affair

"Han, I home!" Life was good. It was 7pm and home I was. In all my life, I have never felt being treated like royalty. I lived in a very beautiful 2 storey home with a pool and the place was kept beautifully spick and span by my lovely housemaid, Han.

She was a young lady, on a waiting list at a local marriage agency for a potential suitor to arrange to meet her. One of these days, I thought, she is going to leave me and get married. I think I might be a little heartbroken then. My thoughts flew back to about a week back, when I was at the agency, scrutinizing the photo album, looking out for someone who will not mind being my housemaid while I was stationed here, in Ha Noi.

"Sir, sit please."

We go through the same ritual everytime I come back home. She would drop whatever she was occupied with and immediately attend to me.

First would be taking off my shoes and placing it neatly beside the other shoes I have at the shoe rack.

Second, she will lay food at the dining table for my meal. And while I was having my meal, she would be preparing the bath as well as to get ready my after-bath clothings.

Lastly, due to a daily ritual, she would have turned on my computer and prepare a notepad with a sharpened pencil just in case I need to take notes. Of course, a glass of warm tea would be there too.

Life is good, very good.

"Han, sir don't want you to wear Ao Dai anymore in house, ok?"

The Ao Dai is the traditional dress worn by women in Vietnam. I was just told by my colleague today that it is worn on formal occasions only. It's a long gown with slits on both sides and I have caught myself on many occasions trying to look beyond the slit just trying to see if I could.

"Sir, my parents say I work here. So only wear Ao Dai is good for work." She replied before she turned to the kitchen to bring out dinner.

I stared at her as she brought the dishes out one by one. It's the same everyday. 4 or 5 main dishes with rice or noodles. She's not a bad cook, I must say. Some lucky chap is going to have a good life with her.

"Do you wear Ao Dai at your parent's home, Han?" I asked her as she moved in and out of the kitchen.

As she placed the last dish on the table, she said, "At home I wear Tshirts and bermudas, very hot in home. Sir house is cold of the air-con."

"Hmm, sir turn off air con, Han take off Ao Dai?"

She must have interpreted it in the wrong way. She smiled in a very shy manner and quickly mumbled a "No" before she turned and went back to the kitchen to get a beverage for me.

I thought I have already kept my english simple and easy to understand. But I realised that she must have thought I wanted to see her naked.

There was an uneasy quiet after that. I ate dinner while she stood a ways behind me awaiting any instruction. Normally, we would chat a bit and she would ask me about people and life in other countries and how is it different from Ha Noi.

"Han, sir is sorry. Sir no more talk about Ao Dai ok?" I turned apologized to her. I would not want her going back to her parents and telling them I made a pass at her. Although she is an adult but the culture here is one of purity and decency.

"No no sir. Please no sorry. Sir want Han take off Ao Dai, Han will follow." She looked down meekly as she said these words. Man, I felt like I was hurting her feelings. She can be so sweet at times that my heart will melt. Is this why Singaporean men love Viet women?

We left the conversation at that. I felt really bad about what I said and went up to take a bath. While I was soaking my tired body in the bathtub, my mind went back to what transpired earlier. I never thought of having any other relationship with her and I thought about how I could rephase my words next time to prevent an encounter like that again.

I turned the tap and adjusted for more hot water. I love being in a bathtub. Alone and quiet, I can smoke and make use of the time to think.

This time, when I got out of the tub and towelled dry, I accidentally dropped my boxers and bermudas into the tub and wet them. I called for her and asked her to get me new "sleeping clothes". Wearing only a T-shirt, I started shaving at the mirror. It was another mistake. I left the door unlocked and in she came carrying a complete set of tshirt, boxers and pants and saw me half naked from the waist below.

We stood there looking at each other for what seemed like an eternity. She was transfixed at my brother and looked extremely shocked. Whilst I, usually used to the fact that someone would knock before coming in, never expected something like that to happen.

I composed myself and quickly took the clothes from her and turned her around and pushed her out of the bathroom. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I dressed as fast as I could and went down to look for her. Although she has only been with me for about a week, I don't want to make her think that she's living with a pervert.

She was in the kitchen. When she saw me coming down the steps, she looked away and started to wash the dishes. She had long, straight, jet black hair tied up in a very high ponytail. Her traditional Ao Dai, blue today, was worn tightly and you could see her small waist and lithe figure. A figure many men would die to hug. As she worked, the slits on her dress opened and closed and you could see the white pants that are worn inside as part of the traditional dress.

"Han, sit please. Sir want to talk to you". I wanted to iron out any misunderstandings that we have. I would very much like to have the old Han back again. Always smiling, always cheerful and always asking me questions that half the time, I don't have an answer.

She sat down quietly. What happened earlier must have been had a crazy effect on her.

"Han, sir very sorry just now. Will not happen again. Please no sad ok?"

She nodded to show that she understood and I turned and started to leave her to her own work.

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Sir, please no sorry. Han working here. What sir wants, Han will give." I guess she must be thinking that I want her to have sex with me. And the problem is how do I convince her that it is not what I intended.

"Han, do you know what is fuck?" I know now how difficult it is for a parent to sex educate their child. It is the exact same feeling that is plaguing me right now. As soon as the words, came out of my mouth and seeing the reaction on her face, I knew I screwed up big time once more.

She looked at me with those innocent eyes. For the life of me, the tension was excruciatingly terrible. I sat down across the table from her. "Han, it is not what I meant. Please do not misunderstand my intentions. I feel bad today so many weird things happen."

"Sir, no feel bad please. Han want to learn be good wife." She was definitely feeling uneasy, glancing everywhere and rubbing her hands together.

Looking at her now reminds me of those girls in the Japanese porn that I have watched before. Quiet, decent, sweet and youthful girls who would do anything you told them to.

Right here, before my eyes, I had a fair and beautiful, not to mention sexy (at least that is how I imagined her figure would be) woman that was just ripe for the taking. But deep within me, knowing that she is actively looking for a man to spend the rest of her days with, I struggled with the thought of wanting and not wanting her.

I spent the next few minutes trying to explain to her, to recollect the events that led up to this uneasiness between us. Hoping she will understand what I actually wanted in the first place. All I wanted was for her to be comfortable and treat this home like her own. That was why I wanted her to just wear casually instead of putting on the Ao Dai.

We spoke about the differences in the cultures in Vietnam and Singapore. She was shocked when I told her that maids in Singapore dress just like the rest of us. In Vietnam, there is a unspoken and unseen class difference line drawn between the employer and employee.

Things began to lighten up and I could see her trying to hide her smiles when I joked about people and events that happened to me. It was a relief to see her relaxing. Frankly, I love to make her laugh. Her dress was worn tightly and it accentuates her figure and especially her upper body. Whenever she laughs, my eyes will inadvertently be drawn to look at the soft bounce of her breasts.

Oh, I would like to add in something extra. In the past week since she's been doing my place for me, I have only seen her wearing the Vietnamese traditional dress. There were a few incidents where I've wondered what's beneath the dress. Was she wearing any lingerie? What would the lingerie be like? But because of the way the dress is designed and worn, it was virtually impossible to spot. I must say I am quite good at spotting Gstrings back in Singapore. But over here, my skills as a self proclaimed pro voyeur is tested beyond the normal boundaries.

An idea suddenly came to me with regards to the issue with the Ao Dai.

"Han, you know, in Singapore, housemaids cannot dress better than Sir and Madams." I knew how to convince her to dress casually now. "Sir feel very bad when housemaid dress nicer than sir. Sir is not housemaid right?"

"No no no Sir. Sir not housemaid, Han is housemaid." She stood up immediately. Back to the employer and employee difference again.

Now that she gets the idea. I told her that she was making me feel uncomfortable about dressing "lower" than her. And that she should dress more casually so that visitors (not that we have a lot) will not think that she is the mistress of the house.

"Sir, Han is ok not wear Ao Dai?" She confirmed.

"Yes. Not wear Ao Dai ok? Here we follow Singapore style." It's like talking to a grown up child who will follow your every command and request. I thought about the girls in Singapore I know. Even the meekest one in Singapore can't hold a candle to the purity and naivety of Han.

We agreed from then on that the Ao Dai will not be standard fare as long as she is working here. The subject was dropped and she started to ask me more questions about maids' life in Singapore. She cringed when I mentioned a few horror stories of the maids being tortured and also of maids killing the children in their employees' home.

It was getting late at about 11pm but we're still chatting gaily. I switched the subject and asked her if she ever fell in love with someone before. Being more comfortable now, she told me a story of her first love back in her village with her father's sworn brother. I probed more about what love means to Vietnamese women.

What I gathered was that women in Vietnam was taught from young that love is undying and love is giving anything. No matter how good or bad they would be treated, for them to love a man is to give that man everything. That belief governs the fact that women must give in everytime, to any request to the man that they love.

So different in Singapore. Singaporean women always justify that love is NOT equal to sex and that love is pure. But what love can be purer than what I am hearing right now? Maybe the cause of the low birth rate can be attributed to how the women in Singapore thinks.

Han asked about marriage and we compared notes on how the men proposed to the women. I even went down on my knees and held her hands to show her how the romantic guy proposes. I think that must have made her very happy as she started to giggle innocently in glee.

Getting ahead of myself, I even wanted to show her how the married man carries his wife on the day on their marriage into the new home but she stepped away and laughed, saying that she will keep that for her husband. Everything back to normal now, I told her I would go back to my room to do some work before going to bed.

Leaving her to her chores I went back to my room. Being a late sleeper, I would normally surf the web or chat with the guys before retiring for the night. It was nice to have Han around, I thought. No worries about anything as she has performed very well as a housemaid. Everything was clean and in it's place and she had the uncanny ability to know where everything is.

Right about midnight, I heard the creaking of the steps outside my room. Han was coming up. I leaned back in my chair and looked at the little slit under the door where I could see her shadow pacing to and fro outside my door.

Something must have happened but I decided against opening the door to shock her. Maybe she was just doing some chores outside.

Her shadow stopped moving outside my door and I heard the soft rustle of a piece of paper being pushed under the door. Then she walked away and the creaking of the stairs told me that she went back down.

I stood and went to pick up the piece of paper. It was torn from the little notebook she kept beside the phone where she could take down messages and on it wrote :

"Sir, I want to learn fuck. Teach me ok?"

Shocked.

This coming from the meek and soft-spoken lady I barely knew for a week.

Bewildered.

Everyone stereotyped the Vietnamese woman as ultra conservative.

Disbelief.

Here I am, thousands of miles away from Singapore, now faced with the decision to do or not to do.

Horny.

I'm sure many guys would understand me when I finally plucked up courage and left my room to look for her.

She was sitting on the steps. Was she waiting to see if I had any response? Her long beautiful hair was let down and she was not in her Ao Dai anymore. Instead, she was wearing a small white Tshirt that did not do a very good job of hiding her slim figure. Han must have removed the outer portion of the Ao Dai as she was still wearing that same white pants earlier.

The creaking of the steps must have told her I was coming down but she did not make a move or turn around to look. She sat and looked stoically ahead of her as if anticipating my first move.

I stopped one step behind her and sat down, at the same time, I put my hand on her shoulder.

I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. The steady hum hum of the air con was the only noise that echoed in the house.

"Xin Loi?" (This means something like "Excuse Me")

I gave her shoulder a slight squeeze as I spoke to her.

She leaned back against my knees without any prompt. This was the first time that I have been so physically close to her. Although no words were spoken by any one of us, there was a feeling that our bodies were controlled by some greater being.

I opened my legs and let her body lean against mine. My brother started his dull throbbing as blood began to fill it up. The feeling of being wanted surfaced with a vengeance and I pushed my face into her hair, taking a whiff of her flowery scented hair.

I put my arms around her body, hugging her from the back. My fingers were rubbing her arms, feeling the cold skin, and keeping her warm.

"Han like Sir very much. Han be good vo (wife) ok?" She lay on my shoulder and looked at me lovingly as she confessed her feelings.

I must admit, although it had been only a week, I too began to develop some indescribable feelings for her. I am sure it isn't love. But there was a certain attraction to her. Being catered to and well taken care of whenever I was home only served to stregthen that magnetic bond to her.

"Han, you make love before to other man?" Dropping a note like that to me wasn't what I thought would come from a conservative lady like her. I had my qualms that she was not a virgin anymore. Of course, back in Singapore, I wouldn't even bother to ask anything like that and just fire away. But with this girl, it was as though she had a label saying "Fragile - Handle with Care" stuck all over her.

She shook her head embarassingly as if I would look down on her if she was still a virgin.

"Han watched many love video at Mai Nang. Sir please teach." Mai Nang was the name of the agency where I hired her. I am surprised they even had "love videos". I wondered if these "instructional" videos were the same porn stuff we see.

Too deep in to go back now, and not to mention the incredible hunger for sex that was coursing through my veins, I wanted her so much that my sense of morality and decency was thrown out the window.

I told her I will teach her if she will allow me to and stood up. Holding her hand I wanted to pull her up so that I could bring her back to the room. She remained in a kneeling position and pulled me back towards her. No words were spoken as she pulled down my pants and held my semi hard brother in her right hand and started to suck on it gently.

I moved into a more confortable position against the wall so that I could look down and watch her. When I repositioned myself, she kept my brother warm and tight in her mouth, never letting him go as she struggled to make the positional change with me. I was impressed. The "videos" she watched must have been some real nice ones.

With both her hands at the back of my thighs now, she started to thrust me into her mouth rhythmically. I could feel myself moaning as she sent waves of pleasure through me. I relaxed myself and leaned back, occasionally pushing her hair away so I could see her working my brother.

She looked very eager to please me and thrust me in and out with a sense of urgency as if this would be the only time we would be doing this. I'm sure my life in Vietnam would have to be rewritten from this point onwards. She would look up at one once a while and in those eyes of hers I could see she was worried if she was doing it well enough for me.

It certainly felt very orgasmic. It had been a long while since I last had a blow job from someone. This lady, who I portrayed as sweet and quiet was giving the blow job of my life! Her hunger was insatiable as she just kept pulling me in to fuck her mouth.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the warming sensation in my loins. Ecstacy was almost upon me. I held her head with both my hands and we rocked even harder. My look must have been one in deep concentration as I willed myself as hard as I could to hold back. I didn't want this feeling to end as I edged closer to the climatic end.

Reaching the peak and unable to control it any longer, I held her head close to me and shot my cum into her mouth. I released load after load of warm fluid into her. My heart was pounding furiously and I slowly tried to relax myself as my ejaculation ended.

Feeling her still tounging my brother I released the grip I had that held her head against my lower body. I felt unwilling to let my brother leave her mouth, it was becoming very comfortable in there. She gave me a wide eyed look and smiled mischieviously. She swallowed everything! Not one drop of cum spilled in this encounter and she had taken everything that I had given.

My heart went out to her as I leaned down and lifted her up and embraced her.

"Han, tonight you sleep with Sir?" I asked as she pulled off her Tshirt and started to wipe my brother dry from the mixture of her saliva and cum.

This was the first time looking at her naked upper body. The unblemished fair skin was soft to the touch as I moved my hands over her shoulders and her back. Her nipples were small, pinkish and sexily erected from the low temperature. I moved my hand under one of her breasts and experienced the sliky and smooth suppleness.

As she finished cleaning my brother up, she leaned against me and whispered so softly that I almost didn't catch it, "Sir, Han want more."

She giggled with anticipation and kicked her fair slender legs as I lifted her up, married couple style, and headed up the creaky stairs to the room.

The night was still young, at least to me, as I thought of all the sexy possibilities of making out with this fantastic woman who was just moments ago, my sweet and demure housemaid.

Even though I had just ejaculated, I was ready for another, or maybe a few more, mind blowing orgasms. Ever since I left Singapore a few weeks ago to work off site, the opportunities to get laid were few and far between. Fine, I'm lying to myself. There wasn't any opportunity at all being buried in projects after projects. I heard from the grapevine in the office that a few of my colleagues even suspected that I was gay. 30 years old, leading a yuppie life with no hint of a girlfriend. That would make the tongues wag.

Carrying her, I felt an immense sense of closeness and desire. Her scent of flowers was not overpowering yet subtle enough to keep my heart beating in desperation. Her breasts bobbed lovingly with every step I took as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I bent my head and we shared another kiss of longing and wanton lust. The tongues darted around one another playfully, exploring as our oral fluids mixed. Almost at the top of the stairs, I tripped and we both fell to the floor clumsily. Fortunately, she held on tight and didn't get hurt, whilst I palmed the hard surface to break the fall.

"Oops. Sir is not strong." I confessed sheepishly.

Moving my hands to her head to check if she was hurt in any way, I found nothing. She lay there quietly, smiling at me, with the eyes just staring deep into mine. Caressing her beautiful mounds, I felt the soft warm flesh and the taut and hard nipples. Laying my head on her chest, I could hear her heart beating furiously too.

We were like two secondary school children, in love for the first time. My thoughts drifted back to the other encounters in the past. True, the other women were in a class of their own but what I had right here, right now was different. It was not about having sex or satisfying a woman so that she would remember me for life. I tried to convince myself that this was just pure lust on my part, but the harder I thought about it, the notion of being in love became more apparent.

Could this really be love? Did Han strike a long hidden chord that I have so painstakingly hidden over these years deep within me?

One of my reasons of not being attached till now was a phobia of being tied down to just one person. I have seen many good friends, drinking brothers and partying members of my group slowly reduced to being a regular family man after marriage, even more so after their first born. It's true that there are exceptions, but you have to admit, marriage changes a man's lifestyle and habits. I cannot thrive within this "comfort zone". I am spurred in life with my successes in work and for my love in writing.

Han lifted my head up from her chest and pulled me in close for yet another warm kiss. It was a lovers' kiss this time, slow and soft as if trying to steady the pace at which we were going. I moved to remove the white pants she was wearing and she helped a little, bending at the knees so I could take them off while keeping our mouths locked together.

I ran my hand along the length of her smooth thighs, relishing the touch of the almost baby soft skin. She did not wear any panties and that made her even more sexy and desirable. The cheeks of her bottoms were tight and firm, probably from all the work she was doing. All in all, she was the woman of the moment, the mistress of the house. And I had to admit that I must have fallen in love with her.

I pinched her inner thighs gently and ever so slowly, inching upwards towards where it mattered. She was totally wet and wanting. I spread her legs open and rubbed her in controlled strokes with my fingers. The only reward I had was a slight mew of pleasure from her as she held my head with both her hands and held me close, maintaining the kiss that never seemed to end.

My other arm that was half supporting my weight as well as to hold her head up was aching with a dull throb. I shut that out. Nothing will stop me tonight. I'm not going to show weakness in front of this woman who had been giving so much for me, even though only for a week. In fact, I wanted to impress her, albeit sexually but impression does count, even in bed.

She held my hand now and guided me along her crevice to a part that was only too familiar to me. Continuing my assault on her clit, her responses were more noticable now. She moaned softly and she broke the kiss, laying her head on the floor and closing her eyes, enjoying this particular moment.

I, too, was recovering from the last orgasm. Hardening, I knew that was ready to take her. The foreplay was definitely driving us well as I moved my body on top of hers, missionary style and prepared to enter her.

She laid her hands on my chest to hold me back and at the same time she said, "Sir, pain?" I could feel her tensing up nervously as she knew what would be coming next.

"A bit Han. It's ok. No worry ok?" I kissed her again and put both my arms under her and gave her a reassuring hug. I slowly positioned myself for the entry and pushed gently, careful not to make it any worse for her, suspecting that this might be her first time.

She did not cry out in pain at all. Her body jerked as I broke her hymen. I stopped myself and left her to relax. It seemed all my senses concentrated on my lower body as the tightening feeling of warmness surrounded me. It was a feeling I had never experienced for months now. A wetness that only a woman would be able to give.

Her eyes were closed in concentration and I saw tears of pain that she had endured running down the sides of her face. I wiped them away and kissed her on her forehead. I pushed and pulled slowly, hoping to send sensations of pleasure that will wash the pain away. It is not the first time for me to take a virgin and I knew that the pain is only temporary.

She seemed more relaxed now. Her arms were embraced around my neck, pulling me in occasionally for a small peck. I bucked harder now as she started to moan again like a little girl. I taught her how to place her feet on the ground for leverage so she could push her bottom up to meet me with every thrust. She made love with me with wild abandon, pushing up hard, kissing and hugging me whenever she had a chance. Her hands were even holding my waist and pulling me down, preventing me from taking a break even I was tired.

She was a quiet one, I must say. There were nothing more than just soft moans from her as we made love. I was kind of worried that I was not living up to her expectations and physically, her actions were showing me signs that she wanted more desperately. Undeterred, I knew I was capable of more and this would not be the first time either.

There wasn't a change of position nor any time out for us to catch a breath. She just continued pumping and I was too driven by lust to even consider stopping. We were both breathing extremely heavily now. I knew I was going to be on the verge of climax if this kept up. I hoped from now onwards, this would be a common sensation for us.

Her moans were getting to be more regular. Her speed increased and I could feel my journey almost coming to an end. She pushed and hugged me harder. Before I could even wonder if she was coming, she gave out a slight shriek and held me tight and hard. I knew she had climaxed. There was a sudden presence of wetness that can only be felt when a woman reaches orgasm. I continued pumping her furiously as she remained tense for a while, lavishing in her first orgasm.

It wasn't long before I came too. My thighs felt taut, trying to hold back like I always do, as the surge of pleasure washed upon me before I gave in and released myself into her. I gave out a grunt of satisfaction as I pushed my head into her sweet smelling neck and came. I could hear her breathing and I was sure she could hear mine too. I uttered a soft, "I love you." as I closed my eyes and relaxed. I could still feel myself throbbing slightly within her wetness and wished that time would stand still right now.

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I coughed as water suddenly began to fill my nostrils. I opened my eyes and what I saw was a blur. Trying to compose myself, I realised I was under the water in the bathtub!

The dull sound of the trickling water reached my ears and I pushed myself up into a sitting position and wondered what the hell happened.

Looking around, I saw the stub of my cigarette swimming in the bathtub. The water was slightly murky and exuded a tangy, musky smell that reminds me of my sperm.

Oh fuck! It was all a damn wet dream! I must have fallen asleep whilst bathing! The bermudas and boxers that were supposedly wet was still laid out on the rack, dry.

Taking a few deep, disappointed breaths. I got out and washed off the sperm-filled water from myself and towelled dry. This was stupid. A grown man like me, still having wet dreams at this age.

I dressed and left the toilet. Standing at the top of the stairs, I called out to her, "Han!"

She rushed out from the kitchen and stood at the foot of the stairs, still wearing her blue Ao Dai.

"Sir?" She must have been shocked from my sudden outcry.

I looked at her, the last part of the dream kept replaying in my mind. What a damn waste!

"Nothing." I told her. "You go work."

Damn, I'm not ever going to have sex in real life...

Working OT

It's another boring, mind numbing day at work. Stacks of documents to go through, papers to sign, and the incessant complains from my direct reports on the latest and greatest humiliation they have gone through with another colleague in another department. Sigh...

6pm. Many people start packing up and leaving the office. Being a mid level manager with a requirement to have frequent conference calls with my manager in the US. I am required to work late on nights where there would be critical decisions to make. Tonight happens to be one of them. A relatively new girl, who had recently joined the company, is staying back as well. From my position in my room, I can look out into the cubicles and watch her staring at her computer screen, punching in data.

"She's probably in her mid 20s." I thought.

Dressed up in a standard fare beige suit and matching beige skirt. She looked really decent but kind of attractive in a sweet way. As usual, I don't go very far fantasizing about women, much less in my office. I've had a bad reputation for not getting any luck with women at all.

A little past 7pm. The silence is broken with a knock on my door. There she was, giving me a full frontal view of a very normal office lady. Her hair was let down to the shoulders. I could tell she had it rebonded recently.

"I'm going down to get some food hor. Wanna come along or I tah pao for you?"

I looked at my screen, the PC was still waiting for the reports to be downloaded. Should I go grab a bite and come back later? Or maybe take a small break and surf the web a bit?

"You go ahead lah. I still need to wait for the US guys to call me back. So sianz." I decided on the latter. Feeling a little lazy today. Furthermore, I wasn't in the mood to be flirty today.

"Aiyoh, it's a bit late and you still haven't eaten." She walked into the room and stood beside me, taking a look at what I was doing. "No point waiting anyway, come let's go down and eat lor. You should be very hungry now too mah."

Fate must be playing a joke on me today because at the same time. A good friend of mine decided to send me a message on Yahoo IM. A pop-up came up on the screen and on it appeared the dreadful words.

"Hey fucker! I heard from Jack you haven't had sex for months! You damn jialat leh! Wanna go AM or not?"

*AM in my clihe = An Mo (massage)

I was leaning back in my chair when those words appeared.

She was looking at my screen when it appeared.

I must have beaten a world record sitting back straight up and pressing Alt-F4 to close the chat window. But alas, it's too late. She managed to see it. I could see her look turn a bit embarassed and well, I believe I might have reddened up too. The silence was embarassing. Only thing I could hear was the air-con humming above my head. For a moment that lasted like an eternity, we did not speak a word.

I moved my mouse around to close off some of the programs that were not needed. Then I plucked up the courage and said, "So pai seh. My friends usually not very tactful. Sorry for letting you see that."

"Aiyoh, suddenly my impression of you change. Did you know the first time I saw you I thought you are very decent and gentleman type?" She gave me a smile as she looked at me. At the same time, I realised her hand was on my shoulder.

"Sorry lah. Office environment mah. Everyone will act "decent" here." I said, a matter of factly.

"So how, let's go and eat lah. You reply your friend and tell him your thirst will be quenched today lor." I stared at her as she said that and gave me a wink and a little squeeze on my shoulder.

Am I dreaming?!

We had a simple meal at the food court at the basement of Suntec City. Since she was relatively new, we talked about life in the office. People who are nice, and those who aren't. We felt comfortable with one another. She laughed infectiously when I joked, throwing her head back when she did, making me think a little of the "dirty" movies I watched where the female lead arches back in ecstacy.

I changed the topic to a more personal level.

"Your guy meeting you later? Or do you have a hot date tonight?" I smiled.

She avoided answering my question and said, "You leh? Young, successful guy like you sure have a lot of women going for you hor?"

Man, how I wish what she said was an undeniable truth. "Wah! Don't anyhow say. You saw what my friend said in Yahoo earlier, what you think?" I laughed like a little schoolboy confessing his puppy love for his cute schoolmate.

"That bad meh? Then you must be a very eligible, right?" She giggled.

"Aiyah, let's go back." Like I mentioned earlier, I felt lazy today and just want to wrap up and go back for a well deserved rest.

"Hey finish your drink leh. Don't waste." I had only sipped on my fruit juice a little but was busy chatting that I forgot about it.

"Oh yah! You said my thirst will be quenched today right?" I finished the drink and stood up. Ready to go back to my room and bury my nose in work.

She looked up at me innocently and pointed at my crotch, "I didn't mean this thirst ok? I meant that one."

Whoa! Wait a minute! Is she making some sexual indication to me? I could feel the temperature on my face turn up a few notches. Here I have, my new colleague, just a normal, sweet-looking woman, who just attempted to appeal to my desires.

I took a moment to look at her again, unsure of what to say in response to her. She really has a nice pointy chin, I thought. The types that you see in Korean dramas. She had only mild makeup on but it was evident that she would still look attractive without any. It would be nice to have her remove her spectacles and see how she looked without them.

Though it was a slow, lethargic day, hearing that seems to perk me up a little. I wasn't expecting anything to happen between us at all, even with the words she said. I guess she was probably having her period. My friends used to tell me women are especially "naughty" when their relative visits for the month.

We took the lift up to the office. The ride was slightly less than a minute. But usually gives people enough time to have some small talk. Surprisingly, we did not have much to talk about. I was standing near the door of the lift, eager to get back to work while she was just behind me. I could see the reflection of her face in the lift's door, which acted as a mirror. She saw me staring and gave me another naughty wink.

"You know something?" She broke the silence. "A lot of girls in the office think that you..."

"Huh?"

She started to giggle cheekily, "Have a nice..." And she patted my butt with her hand.

We arrived at our floor. My mind was racing with thoughts on what this woman was doing to me. She certainly didn't look like a wild one, but she was definitely driving me wild with her little actions. My butt felt like it wanted to feel her palm again. The feeling made my hair stand as we went back to work, back at our places. I glanced out of my room periodically and looked in her direction, wondering what else this night might bring.

The constant click-clacking from our keyboards broke the silence in the office. The events that have passed has made me slightly lose concentration in my work. I kept casting subtle glances out of my room, looking at her, reassuring myself that she is still around.

In my mind, I was formulating thoughts on how best to handle this abrupt, sudden "closeness" to her. It is a fact I have not gotten laid for a long time. I always have this uncanny jinx that prevents me from having an orgasm with a woman.

This jinx have always been the contributing factor in many a joke my buddies come up with. With me as the main lead, of course.

My work done, I took another look at her out of the corner of my eye. Poor girl. I noticed the clock read 10.34pm. She's very dedicated to her work, I thought.

I punched her extension number on my phone as I picked up the handset.

"Hello, what time you going back?" I asked her.

"Sian lor. Still have some more. You done yet?"

"Me too." I lied, wanting to stay back a little more. Deep inside, I was wondering if I could get lucky today. After all, in every man, a part of him is always a dreamer. "You want a drink? I go to the pantry and get for you."

"Water please. I'm so tired. Thanks hor."

I went back to her desk and sat on the table, passing her the drink. As she gulped down water, I noticed her chest moving up and down with every gulp. I couldn't see much as she was still wearing her office jacket but well, it made me wonder a little on what lies within.

Feeling a little frisky, maybe relieved with the work that I had already completed. I told her I was good at massaging and if she wanted to try it out. I lied obviously, I don't know much about it but I knew I could be good with my hands. (good in many aspects she probably didn't know about)

"Good good. Help me massage please." She giggled again. She sounds so cute and cuddly when she giggles. It makes one want to tickle her just to hear it again.

She swiveled around on her chair, back facing me. I got to work and starting to hold her shoulders with both my hands and compress them. LIke I said, I'm not a trained professional in the art of massaging but half of me wanted to relieve her and the other half just wanted to, you know, feel her body.

I must be doing it right. Alternating between her shoulders and the back of her neck, pressing and squeezing. She looked relaxed and leaned her head forward when I worked on the neck.

"You want to take off your jacket or not? No one around to see and furthermore the air con shuts down from 6pm onwards." I said, as a matter of factly.

She unbuttoned her beige jacket and I helped to take it off. She was wearing a very nice tight white blouse under it. She does have a very nice figure. I love women with small waists and this girl definitely had one that made me want to hold.

She wasn't very busty but she's not flat either. I would say she's very proportionately endowed. But what really turned me on was the black brasierre. There it was, lace and all, under a semi-translucent white top that didn't do a good job of hiding it. I was pressing my hands on her shoulder and I longed to feel the strap of the bra without the soft material of the blouse in the way.

"Feel better? Working OT is always like that. Hope you don't do it often so you won't need to get used to it." Another lie for today. I would definitely hope she OTs more. And guess who's going to stay back too.

"Mmm. Very nice leh. You must have practiced this on a lot of other girls is it?" Her hand moved to mine and I held it for a moment. Does this mean the gun has fired and I should dash furiously towards the finishing line?

I moved forward a little and now stood directly behind her. It was unfortunate that she had all the buttons in the blouse in place or I would have the good fortune to look down into her cleavage.

With the jacket out of the way, I plucked up courage and started to move my hands lower. Started by massaging the sides of her shoulders downwards towards her elbow. Her hand was still on mine as I applied pressure around her back and upper arms. I intentionally brushed the side of the breasts when I moved downwards towards her elbow but there was no resistance at all.

Looks are very deceiving. All this while I thought she was a goody-two-shoes but it seems like she is a very modern and open woman. I made a mental note to not come to any conclusion in future, based on fashion sense, when it comes to women.

Out of a sudden, while I was still engrossed in my thoughts, she moved my hand atop her soft breasts. Damn! What's happening!? My actions came to a standstill, with one hand on her shoulder and the other cupping her breasts. I was pleasantly shocked and I could feel my heart shifting into overdrive. Here we were, a man and a woman all alone in the office. Nothing should happen, but everything was happening.

"Don't stop." She said softly and leaned her head back on the seat looking lovingly at me. It seemed as though her eyes were begging me to continue, to keep on massaging her beautiful breasts.

Well, being a very normal and sane man, I could not stop even if I wanted to. I could tell in her eyes that she was actually yearning for more. And in all fairness, I wanted more too. I could feel my rationale starting to move from the brain into the other head.

Without further ado, I started to unbutton her blouse and was rewarded with a very marvelous top down view of her black bra. Like I mentioned earlier, she wasn't a very busty lady. But it was enough to look at, much more to feel. I cupped both my hands lovingly on each side and started to feel her already erect nipples through the smooth material.

"Erm, I don't remember learning this massage technique before." I joked as I started to rub and caress her breasts.

She laughed and held both my hands, as if as she was hanging on during a carnival ride. "But I think this is the best massage you have given me tonight. More relaxing than the backrub."

I bent a bit and kissed her on her forehead. A short quick peck. Women love that a lot. Women have this inkling that when they are kissed on the forehead, it shows that the man adores them a lot. At the same time, I slipped my hands underneath the bands of her skirt and groped around a bit. I felt the soft silky bands of her panties but unfortunately I could not go in deeper or lower. I had to get her off her skirt.

It was about 11 plus now, the thought of us making love in the office seemed more like a reality. To hell with Jack, I thought. Wait till I tell you guys how happening my "rendezvous" was.

I turned her around on her seat so she was now facing me. I knelt in front of her and we kissed lovingly. A long soft kiss that lovers shared. Moving my hands behind her back, I slipped off the hooks on her bra and pulled the cups out, revealing two petite, perky and very attractive breasts. No warning given, I slipped my mouth over one of them and began to tongue the nipple. The other was not spared either, as my hand started to give it the attention it deserved.

It must have felt quite good for her. She hugged my head tightly to her torso and I could hear her breathing become shorter and slightly louder. I would definitely love to hear her moaning but sadly, she didn't. That made me work even harder. I challenged myself to make her moan in pleasure before this ended.

Switching my attention to the other brea*t, I started to unzip her skirt and pull them off. Right now, sitting in front of me, was my colleague in her opened blouse, black bra unhooked with both brea*ts revealed and slightly damp from the oral massage.

But the greatest turn on was that wonderful silk panty she was wearing. It wasn't the hot and sexy G string that we men notice whenever we walk behind a girl thats wearing it. It was the classy, silky type that had lace and patterns on it. It was really a great turn on looking at it and feeling the soft material. My brother would feel right at home rubbing against the material. That great, orgasm-inducing silk. Sigh...

We kissed once more and she locked her arms around my neck and held me close. I started to rub slowly and gently on her crotch, moving my fingers around the lower front of her panty. She was getting into it now, her legs lifted up and opened wider as I fingered her. The aroma of sex was now more noticeable as I continued masturbating her while we kissed as though as we were a reunited couple.

My knees felt painful and tired, from kneeling for so long. It would be nice if I could stand up and make love to her while she rested on the table top instead. I broke the kiss and stood up, making sure to kiss her on her forehead once more. Without saying a word, her hands moved to my pants and she undid the button (I don't have a habit of wearing a belt) and the zip and pulled them down. Man, it must have been embarassing for me as of all days, I had to choose today to wear my mahjong boxers. Pictures of mahjong tiles were scattered all over the green and red boxers.

She gave me a very amused look. "So cute." And pulled the boxers down too and held my already long erected brother in her hand. It felt good being held by a woman, the warmness of her hand seemed to dissipate into the blood engorged flesh, and the anticipation was driving me crazy.

Now I am very convinced this woman didn't seem like what she wore in the office. She took me in her mouth and started to return me a mind-blowing oral massage, her style. I could feel her tongue licking the underside of me and darting around the head, it was heaven. I never felt so good looking at the rhythmic movement of her head and hand. She knew when I wanted her to go faster. I don't even need to say anything or to guide her with my hands and all I did was to lay them on her shoulders and relax. This is certainly the best blow job I've had in my entire life!

The sensation was reaching a climax and I could feel myself getting ready to come in her mouth. It was certainly a challenge trying my best to hold back, while she was trying her hardest to make me come. I don't want to come without first giving her my best in lovemaking. Pushing her away, I pulled her up and sat her on her desk. It would be too selfish right now for me to have a quickie and just leave her hanging there. At this point in time, I wanted both of us to leave the office with the best memory and experience we have ever had.

I pulled off her panty and revealed a soft mound of pubic hair hiding the small opening that was her vagina. It was wet with moisture and look very soft and inviting. Certainly the stuff wet dreams are made of. I could picture me inside her bucking non stop as she held me around my neck and hooked her legs around me.

I was almost ready to penetrate her small and tight pussy. But I was still close on the verge of having an orgasm and there is no way I want to embarass myself by coming so soon like a teenager. I pulled her close for another kiss and once more began to wet my fingers by exploring her again. She moaned this time as I slipped my finger into her and felt her wetness. I increased my pace and she opened up wider and held my arm as if using me as her vibrator.

With another moan, she whispered in my ears, "I love you. Fuck me now please."

"I will. Let's make sure we are both ready ok?" She's not helping me relax and ease up the orgasmic sensation by saying this. Her hand moved to my brother and held it, pulling it towards her opening, wanting me to enter fast. She was really desperate for it, using her other hand to hug my body towards her.

Not able to control or resist it anymore, I told myself to screw the embarassment even if I came early. I could not hold back anymore and I just want to do it right now!

BANG! There was a sudden, loud sound that echoed throughout the office. Pulling my thoughts together I realised someone had entered the side entrance to the office as that was the sound of the door closing. I bet we had the biggest shock of our lives!

There was a sound of something being dragged along the floor and I shouted into the nothingless, "Hello!? Who's there?"

A foreign voice replied me, "Hello? Sir?"

Oh damn! The cleaner usually comes at about midnight to vacuum and clean up the office. In my lust, I totally forgot about it and didn't realise it was close to midnight when we started our little escapade. At about the same time, her mobile phone started to ring. Imagine the confusion and shock we must be going through.

I shouted back, "Wait! Don't come in yet. You go out!" And received an acknowledgement and the prompt slam of the door as the cleaner left the office.

She was in the midst of putting on all the clothes as she hung up from her call. I was hastily putting on my own clothes too. We both looked at each other and giggled like little schoolchildren.

"I'm sorry leh. I forgot about the cleaner. Being with a beautiful woman like you, I forget everything." I really meant that. While we were enjoying ourselves, time seemed to stop and I totally forgot about the daily cleaning service.

"It's ok. I felt really good after your special massage too." Her smile was so sweet and my heart warmed by it. I'm thinking of sending her back but maybe drop by a budget hotel to finish what we started. But what she said next sent me crashing back down to earth in disappointment.

"I need to go. Can't stay in office. My friend meeting me downstairs soon."

This was just so unfortunate. Another great experience with lots of opportunities for me and then it has to come to this. With a heavy heart, I sent her out through the main door and went back to the side door and told the cleaner to come in and do his work.

I went back to my room and sat in front of my PC, wanting to continue the chat with my friend and share with him my agony. What I saw was just "StarBurst may not reply you as his status is currently offline."

Crap! Alone again and not having any sex in real life...