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20-07-2005, 04:56 PM
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Encounter with a 20 year old
To all Bros and Sis, here’s my attempt at documenting one of my encounters some years back, with a 20 year old local student studying overseas. This is a little detailed and, should you find this too long a story, please bear with me. All comments and feedback are welcome.
Chapter 1 – The Fruitless Meeting One fine evening, a friend of mine, Alan, called, inviting me for a drink at one of the disco pubs. I obliged because he is a good lad and a very entertaining guy. When I arrived at the designated pub, I discovered that he had company…two young girls, both in their late teens/early twenties. After some initial introduction, he had his full attention on one of them, oblivious to everyone around him. I started talking to the other girl, Jane. Jane is an attractive girl, with shoulder length hair, a youthful attitude and a slim body to match. Well, my first thought was that she was too attractive and youthful to go for an old man like me (I was in my mid-thirties). I soon discovered that she was 20 years old, studying in an overseas university, back for a one month break. We soon talked about studies, where I studied, etc., etc. Suddenly, she popped the question “Do you have a girlfriend?” and I immediately thought to myself “Ho Say Liao, she must be gian liao”. I have always come clean in all my relationships and I decided that this should not be the exception. Hence, I told her “No, I do not have a girlfriend”, and I paused for a moment, during which I could see her face brighten a little. “…but I have a wife.” I finished my sentence. There was silence for 10 seconds or so (during which she gave me the shocked look). She finally composed herself and continued “Then what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home with your wife?”. I said “Well, who says that married men are not allowed in here and is there a regulation saying that married men must spend all their time with their wives?”. The situation became a little awkward but was saved by Alan, who suddenly turned around to us, saying that they are moving on to another joint and asked if we wanted to join them. I said ok and Jane said that she would love to join. She suggested that she catch a ride from me as it seemed like Alan wanted to be alone with the other girl. We had a lively conversation during the ride to the next joint and, when we were strolling to the next joint (after parking my car), she was holding on to my arms….. so close that I could feel her tits rubbing against my arms with every step that we took. At the next joint, we danced a little and drank a lot. When we stumbled out of the club, she asked if I could send her home. “It would be an honor”, I said, hoping that, with a stroke of luck, this could turn into a ONS. When I stopped my car outside her home, I turned to give her a kiss…aiming for her lips. She immediately turned her face to her left, leaving me to give her a peck on the cheek. She then stepped out of the car, leaving me with a hurt ego and confused. Next day was business as usual for me and I have forgotten about Jane when my phone rang. “Hello, Malayboy speaking”. “Hello, Malayboy, this is Jane. I wonder if you could remember that we met last night?”, the voice was so sweet and polite that it made me melt. “Well, yes. How are you and how did you get hold of my phone number?”, I replied coldly, recalling the events last night. “I hope you do not mind….I got your number from Alan….is it convenient to talk?” “Sure, how can I help you?”, I replied, thinking that she is just a cock-teaser. “Oh, my Dad’s birthday is coming soon and I want to buy him a tie. I am hoping that you can help me choose one. Are you available this afternoon?” I was wondering if I should reject this cock-teaser right away or to give it another try. My opportunistic side of me took over and I replied “I am busy right now but will be available at 5 p.m. But since it is only 2 p.m. right now, why don’t you go to this shop called XXX. They have a good selection of ties and the shop assistants will be able to help you to choose one for your dad.” “OK, I will be around town then. Call me when you are ready. See you”. With that, I rushed to finish my day’s work. Chapter 2 – The Unfinished Job “Hi, I’m ready. Where shall I pick you up?” I asked Jane through the phone. “I am at the café at XXX. Where are we going?” she asked innocently. “I’ll join you there and we’ll decide then” I said, trying to sound as cold as I possibly could. When I arrived at the café, a sweet young thing waved at me. I could barely recognize her. Her sweet face is complemented with big bright eyes. She was wearing a white spaghetti top and tight skirt, revealing her hourglass figure and her B-cup breasts (the perky type that I like) were positioned to look like they were about to jump out of her spaghetti top. After some initial preliminaries, we were soon talking like old friends. Just then, a young man waved at us from a distance. She responded by going over to him and when she came back, she told me that he was her schoolmate. “He asked me who are you and what am I doing with a dirty old man like you”, she laughed. I fumed and asked her if the young punk is trying to pick a fight (talk cock only lah, do you think that I will really fight meh?). She smiled, hugged me and whispered into my ears “but I like old man like you”. My temper was suddenly gone, partly because blood began gushing to my groin area. “Shall we go see the sunset at East Coast?” she suggested. With that, we left. Once I have parked my car, I plunged my lips to hers. This time round, she met my lips with hers. “Hmmmmmm,…ahh…..” she let out. When our lips finally parted, we were panting. “You are so aggressive…..so sudden….I love it” she told me. “Let’s go for a drink” she suggested. As unwilling as I was, I agreed and we were on our way. After several pubs and lots of drinks, she finally decided to call it a day. Hoping to progress further, I suggested that we go somewhere. She replied that she does not sleep around (yah right!!!). To cover up, I told her that I was only thinking of going back to East Coast to spend some quiet time with her alone. She agreed and we were back at the same spot within minutes (well, time is of the essence for such things, isn’t it?). With the car parked, we kissed. While we were kissing, her hands slowly found its way up my thigh, finally reaching the area around my already awakened little brother. I reacted by fondling her breasts. Feeling my hard-on, she stroked my cock through my pants. “Hmmm…’ I went. She slowly unzipped my pants and slipped her hands underneath my underwear. I unhooked her bra and slipped my hands under her spaghetti top. I was pleasantly surprised that her B-cupped breasts are firm and perky. The nipples are small but taut (you know, the type that, if she is wearing a T-shirt without bra, you will see the protruding nipples). She then pulled down my pants and underwear and started stroking my manhood. I responded by pulling her spaghetti top down, revealing her beautiful breasts. After what seemed like eternity, she finally pulled her lips away from mine and whispered “Can I?”. I was a little confused as to what she was referring to but couldn’t care less. “Yes, please” was my reply. With that, she bent over to my side and enclosed my fully erected manhood with her mouth. I let out a little moan and she was soon slurping away, taking my full length into her throat. When I tried to unzip her jeans, she stopped her blowjob and turned to me, saying (in a playful voice) “I don’t sleep around with guys.”. “I am only trying to reciprocate and make you enjoy this as much as I do” I defended. “Well, I’m tired…let’s go home” she replied. “But….” I sort of pleaded. “Some friends call me a cock-teaser, if you know what I mean” she said. “OK, let’s go home”, I replied with dignity. With that, I sent her home. Throughout the journey, I did not say a single word because I was thinking and planning to seek revenge on this horny chick, to make her plea for my little brother. I dropped her outside her home without a single word and drove off. The next day, she called……..to be continued. 
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20-07-2005, 05:00 PM
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Re: Encounter with a 20 year old
Nice one...carry on pls!!
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20-07-2005, 05:14 PM
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Re: Encounter with a 20 year old
another great writer is born!!
 keep it up!
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20-07-2005, 05:18 PM
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20-07-2005, 05:34 PM
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BTW, I am still typing the following parts, hoping to post something within the next hour or so.
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20-07-2005, 06:26 PM
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Re: Encounter with a 20 year old - Chapter 3
Chapter 3 – The Wet Pussy
The next day, Jane called, asking if I wanted to meet her for drinks at night. Matter of fact is that I was waiting for her to call (well, if she doesn’t call then I will have to fall back on Plan B…). As planned, I replied in a cold manner “I would love to, but am afraid of being humiliated again”. “Please don’t say that… I really want to see you” she replied in an apologetic manner. “Alright then, I will see you at 8 pm, XXX. Will you dress in a skirt tonight, just for me?” I said. “Why?” she asked. “I believe you look great in a skirt” I said. “OK, your wish is granted” she replied. With that, we ended our phone conversation. I then called Alan to ask for his help “Alan, please do me a big favor. Jane called to meet me for drinks tonight at 8 pm. But judging from my workload, I don’t think that I will be done by then. Please keep her company until I come. By the way, please open a bottle of your favorite whiskey, on me, okay?”. Alan agreed (he think that he sensed that something is going on but did not press further). I took my time to finish my work and when I looked at my watch, it was already 11+ pm. With a smile, I proceeded to the club. When I arrived at the club, I found Alan, the other girl (I have forgotten her name) and Jane. They were almost done with the bottle of whiskey. I ordered another bottle and the next 1 hour or so was some serious drinking, mixed with some intermittent dancing and lots of laughter and fun. Throughout the night, Jane was next to me, maintaining a close distance – body in contact with occasional tits against my back, but nothing more than that. By 1 am, Alan said that he was done for the day. With that, he left with the other girl. As planned, Jane looked tipsy then. I called for the bill, paid and asked if she was ready to go. “Where are we going?” she asked enthusiastically. “Sending you home” I said, sensing a tinge of disappointment in her. Along the way, I started talking dirty, asking her about her boyfriends, sex experiences, etc. The alcohol did its job and we were soon discussing favorite positions, etc. Our discussion further reinforced my suspicion that she is a truly horny chick. Suddenly, she said “My ex-boyfriend loves it when I give him a blowjob when he is driving…..do you like it?”. Before I could reply, she was already unzipping my pants and pulled out my dick. “Well, I will not resist…..Having said that, I would love it more if I could give you a good tongue job on your pussy….hmm….” I said. By then, she had engulfed my dick with her mouth. I told myself that I have to control myself and not let her get the better of me. I quickly drove to Kent Ridge Park (she lives on the Western side of Singapore) and parked the car. I immediately turned to her, unhooked her bra, raised her blouse and fondled her breasts with one hand. My other hand slowly slipped up her skirt and reached for her panties. I could feel her wetness through her panties. “Hmm, things are coming along nicely this time round” I thought. I slipped my fingers through the side of her panties and reached for her clit. She lifted her head up from the blowjob, sat back against the seat and started moaning loudly. Sensing that she enjoyed this, I intensified my efforts and soon, I was finger fucking her. When she was soaking wet, she purred “I cannot take it any more…let’s go somewhere”. With that, I stopped and started straightening my clothes, zipped my pants and said “Baby, let’s go home, take this as a cunt-teasing job from me”. She was shocked but managed to compose herself after several seconds. “Alright” she said. When I stopped my car outside her home, I turned to her to give her a peck on the cheek. After saying goodnights, she stepped out of the car and into her house. While I was driving home, I received a call from her. I was half-expecting her to scold me or something. To my surprise, she asked “do you know what am I doing”. “Err,…no, I suppose you are going to bed” I said. “I am undressing myself…..I have taken off my bra… do you like my breasts?…..I am now removing my g-string….oh, yes, hmm,…..I am so wet now……do you want to fuck me?…. I love the way you touch me……your fingers….hmmmm… ohh……my fingers are not as satisfying as yours……horny….” It went on and on for about 10 minutes or so. All these while, I could only mutter a few words like “yeah….”. Finally, she went “I’m cumming, yes, hmm, ahhh, …..”. With that, she said “thank you, honey, good night”. With this unexpected twist of events, I knew that there will be some good times ahead with this girl…..to be continued.
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20-07-2005, 06:26 PM
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Re: Encounter with a 20 year old
Keep it cumming, will be waiting.....
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20-07-2005, 06:31 PM
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20-07-2005, 06:53 PM
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take your time....I will be camping here.... 
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Just Live Your Life To The Fullest, U Only Live Once !! U can do anything, but just dun get caught Please give me 5 star rating if u like my posting, thanks.
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20-07-2005, 06:58 PM
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20-07-2005, 07:47 PM
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Re: Encounter with a 20 year old
Nice story there malayboy.
you will be the first one i up when i have power, but dont know when
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