Missed Connection

A brunette haired girl gave me a longer-than-usual stare before plopping the two thick books in her hands down onto the table. Swiping her sundress over her bum, she took her seat and quickly crossed her long legs before any peeping tom looked up her dress.

Her smooth complexion was hard to ignore when she combed her fringe behind her ears, and out came a notebook and a pencil case to her working desk. I was at the table opposite hers, empty with three available seats but who would join tables when there were others? I continued with my notes taking for an upcoming test and much of the sunny afternoon passed without any interruptions.

After an hour or so, she unfolded her legs and beige showed itself under her dress. She got up and brought her books with her, walking over to my table with an awkward expression.

Girl (whispering): ‘Umm.. I’m so sorry to interrupt. Could you keep an eye on these for me? I need to make a call.’

I nodded discerningly and she went away. Just ten minutes later, she was back and a wide smile made the hot sunlight through the windows slightly more bearable. Her lips whispered a ‘thanks’ to me and she joined me at the study table. How could I remain focused with a beauty before me right?

Girl (whispering): ‘Looks like you’re going to be here for a long time huh?’
Me (whispering): ‘I’m actually almost done.’
Girl: ‘Kaylen’.
Me: ‘J.’

We resumed our own work and stayed quiet until I closed my book, and her vision fixated on me when I replaced the books back on the shelves. By the time I returned, she had her stuff cleared from the table and her books on her lap, as if ready to leave too.

Kaylen: ‘Are you in a rush? Wanna get dinner?’

I had no plans for the evening but I wasn’t sure what she was up to either. Why would she ask me out of so many better looking guys here? Perhaps she was avoiding someone? I agreed and we decided to dine at a coffeeshop nearby. Before we left the library, she needed to visit the toilet and I accompanied her to the entrance.

Barely five seconds after she entered the ladies, her head appeared around the door and held onto my sleeves.

Kaylen (whispering): ‘Come.’

Losing my balance to her tug, I fell in her direction and into the ladies I went, straight into the wider handicap toilet. Before I could make sense of the situation, she had me up against the concrete, tiled wall and her lips came onto my neck. I pushed her an arm’s length away and she reached for my belt immediately, surprised to see it come loose with just a click.

What had gotten into her?

As I let her lower my jeans, I dropped my bag onto the dry floor and hugged her close before more damage was done.

Me (whispering): ‘What are you doing?’
Kaylen (whispering): ‘You? I can’t resist you.’

She held my face between her palms and gazed into my eyes, looking down to my lips and cupped her hand over my underwear.

Kaylen (whispering): ‘Your eyes, your lips, you look so sexy when you are focused.’

Her cold fingernails wriggled into my briefs and she slapped my hands onto her butt. The firm yet fleshy ass, without any underwear on. It wasn’t a beige panties I spotted. It was her pussy!

When I was caught in the drift of her lust, she had taken a seat on the toilet cover, face to face with my cock. Her hand continued to stroke it to its full potential, twitching with excitement and fear at the same time. A few seconds of pause gave her time to accumulate saliva in her lower jaws and she went down on me next.

Sucking with vigour, I was totally lubricated and in a trance from her up-down moving lips, soft tongue gliding underneath my shaft. I slipped my free hands into her spaghetti dress and felt her naked breasts, warm and perky with nipples hard as rock for the tip. Toying with those erected pokey summits, Kaylen went even deeper and flooded my mind with a wave of extra hot throat.

I was done with her mouth after a while and I turned her body so she could lie on the water tank behind her. I dropped onto my knees and opened her legs wide, letting her find something to hold them apart for me. Sweetness was the first flavour I tasted as I brushed my tongue across her slit, tip then going on her clit to vibrate slightly.

She peeled her vaginal flaps open for me and I began cycling through the alphabets, drawing them with my tongue on her pussy. Those hands that dug into my hair was so lively and energetic. She guided my mouth wherever she felt best and her body was trembling with pleasure. It wasn’t long before she was breathless and stopped my licking, staring straight down at me with an anticipating look.

Kaylen (whispering): ‘You are fucking good at this.’

She got off the seat and let me take her place, and got busy on her phone for a moment. When she placed it on the toilet paper holder, did I realised what she just did. Could I be worried when she’s the person with most to lose? She turned herself towards the door and stuck her ass out on me. One hand wrapped around my rod and her feet shuffled to get to the right distance.

Raw and wet, her touching knees forced all the air out of me when she sat over my lap. Once the gasps and moans subsided, I pulled the straps of her dress off and held her gorgeous melons in my hands. As I began to knead them, she started bouncing her ass, slurping me in and out at erratic tempo.

It didn’t take me long to stand up on my feet and had her hold onto the hangers behind the door. With our feet stable on the floor, I pounded her in long strokes that landed gently on her ass, silencing the overwhelming horniness that could heat up the whole toilet. Between our session, people came and went, oblivious to what was happening in the last cubicle.

Kaylen’s juices were leaking all over her legs and I was thrusting in a steady rhythm. She turned over to me after some time and let one of her legs over my arms holding onto her waist. Giving me more space to penetrate deeper, I sank my cock all the way in and hammered the life out of the both of us.

We remained in this position for about five minutes, filled with hot breaths all over each other’s bodies and sweat sticking our clothes together.

Kaylen (whispering): ‘I can’t take this anymore.. My legs are going weak.’
Me (whispering): ‘You came?’
Kaylen (whispering): ‘Duh! A few times already!’
Me (whispering): ‘Then, it’s my turn.’
Kaylen: ‘Sit.’

I pulled my cock out of her and slumped onto the toilet bowl. She pulled her feet out of her flip flops and kneeled on them, before taking my cock into her mouth again. This time, she made me slouch lower so I could get my body straight. Her forehead slammed onto my tummy as she took it down her throat, gagging at the same time as I panted.

As quietly as she could, I was getting mouth-fucked by her. There was no sign of mercy when she fondled my sensitive balls, lips tightly sealed around my shaft. Just as the climax built up, I brushed my hand across her cheek and she knew what I was hinting.

Her mouth stayed at the small head and tongue came to swirl around it, while her hand pumped the rest of the exposed shaft. My eyes had shut themselves in the pure enjoyment of this royal treatment and she was bobbing her head a little to help.

About two minutes later, my body began shaking and my cock thickened momentarily. A strong gush of cum shocked her but she kept her lips closed, still moving along the deadly bump under my penis ‘hood’. The whole ejaculation felt like a long time especially when she did not let go of me, jerking for more cum until my dick was completely shrunkened.

When we were done, she looked around for somewhere to dispose of the cum but she didn’t notice the other use for the toilet I was seating on. So, in a gulp, she swallowed with her neck straightened and straddled over my lap for a rest.

For a good few minutes, we made out with our hands roaming on each other’s genitals, but she was the more accessible one for me to give another orgasm to. At last, she got off me and we dressed up as fast as we could. The escape plan was simple, she left the toilet first and whispered out loud for me to exit when the coast was clear.

Legs tired but mood satisified, we went for our dinner that was filled with chatty conversations about our lives. After that, was a walk through the NPark opposite the library until I was brought to her block unknowingly.

Kaylen: ‘Still available for the night? No one’s home.’

That said, it was an unexpected but rewarding study trip at the library, all the way to her house.

In Her Sleep

Jossie and I were in the library studying for our last paper for our poly exams. I was extremely bad in programming but she, on the other hand, was born for it. We spent the whole morning since the library opened and she merely accompanied me cause I asked. If not, she would have been sleeping at home, fully prepared for the paper. My deadline was tomorrow, 8am, and I wasn’t going to take any chances.

Shortly after we started, she rested on her arms after making some space on the messy table to continue her sleep while I kept typing away on my laptop to make a simple program from scratch. I planned to work with the first ever assignment given, to the harder ones at the end. Stacks of guilty wasteful papers with codes were printed, thankful for the free printing credit the school gave.

A short while later, she snored and I nudged her, worried that librarians would hear it and stop her from sleeping. She raised her heavy head and went back to sleep, after making sure she did not drool on the table. I was so distracted with not failing. Right then, her body moved and murmurs were heard. Our table was all the way into the library in one corner and there was no one else around at that time. I figured no one would bother even if she was louder.

Her legs were folded on the chair, and I had all the liberty to admire her body. She wore a pair loose sports shorts that was slightly higher grade than FBTs, with a drawstring at the navel. It was some kind of soft cotton pants. With her body slouching forward, I could look from the side at her red underwear that peeked out, presumingly to me too. Her body started moving frequently and hot breaths and the sounds she made had changed to a soft and sensual one. One of her hand removed itself from under her forehead and she placed it on her groin, blocking the view of her panties from me.

Had she found out? I worked on my program and took long glances at her whenever she moaned. The hand on her shorts was kneading her pussy and she was losing herself in slumber. A good hour of weird movements later, she raised her head slowly and looked out of the window, using the hand on her shorts earlier to check the area around her mouth and she finally turned her flushed face to me.

Me: ‘Jossie, are you alright? Your face is red.’

She did unfold her legs but later crossed it after trying to adjust her shorts and took out her pocket mirror to check her hair.

Me: ‘You were sort of making weird noises in your sleep. Like you’re moaning. Did you have a wet dream?’

She kept the mirror and pulled her laptop to get onto Facebook without looking or replying me. A few glances on my screen and she knew I was screwed for being stuck with the program from the beginning of the semester. I watched in horror as my laptop was dragged to the area of the table between her and I, and the sounds of my keyboard being whacked hard and fast made it worse.

Jossie: ‘I had a dream earlier.’
Me: ‘Okay. Nice dream? Of me passing the paper?’

Whatever sounds she made could just be a coincident, since I was no dream master. I wouldn’t know what came into her. I crossed my legs and turned towards her, watching her correct my mistakes while lazily leaning her head against the wall with a bored look. I placed my hand on her knee and just had to ask.

Me: ‘What did you dream of?’

She took some time to reply, but it was an honour to hear what she said. It made me smile, and pushed me towards crazy.

Jossie: ‘You.. We.. made out.’

My palm shifted down her thigh and journeyed towards her pussy without a hiccup. She did not resist either. Once I arrived at the opening, I lifted the soft material upwards with my index finger and continued into her shorts. The moment I touched the wet panties, I understood her dream. It was more than making out with our lips. But I did not know how much further we went.

I reversed my advances, and dug into her panties this time, before she grabbed my arm. Did she see someone? We were sitting at the corner, facing the shelves of books and empty tables before us. I was so caught up with watching her expression that I forgot to keep a look out. She pulled the other hand away from my keyboard and took her laptop pouch to cover her legs. Her hands returned to my laptop and I heaved a sigh of relief.

Her fleshy wet folds was so soft to the touch, smooth without much of a prick.

Me: ‘You just shaved?’
Jossie: ‘Every morning.’

Okay. So she wasn’t ready for this. But she is now. I teased her clit by moving my fingers in circles, around her complex flaps of labia, only focusing on the clit after I did my orientation tour. Her body arched twice at my probing and her feet dropped to the ground. Her legs were spread behind the laptop cover and my hand behind was pretty obvious, to anyone if there was even anyone around. I poked my finger into her love hole and slowly inched deeper with every thrust. Like a typist, only my middle finger moved at her sensitive entrance.

One of her hand reached over the cover and pushed my finger even deeper, hinting to me to start what I had intended to. My hand reached further into her panties and I began thrusting the full length of my middle finger into her. She typed faster with the extra motivation and pushed my laptop back to my area, before placing her head on the table again, to look like she was sleeping. I did not hear her moaning nor making any noises, but her pussy was really drooling with excitement.

Her fingers clenched into a fist and she turned her head sideways to look at me, frowning real hard before she closed her eyes for the shiver I felt in my hand. One of her hand had returned to the laptop pouch and she pushed against the back of my hand that had its finger inside her to stop moving while she orgasmed with a small jerk of extra liquid flowing out of her pussy. Only after she stopped the shudder, she relaxed her pressure on the laptop pouch and I paused for a while longer.

Being a cheeky guy, I quickly rammed another finger that was wet with her juices into the same hole and she gasped. This time, I made sure to use the muscles in my forearm to ram into her unexpecting pussy and she responded by using both her hands to stop me while raising both her feet to the edge of the chair and clamping my fingers in her.

Me: ‘Okok, I get it. Let me go.’

She opened slightly and I removed my hand from her shorts, taking the laptop pouch to the table. She took a wet tissue from her bag and wiped the area around her thighs, that had a trail of juices while I exited her privates. Returning to her laptop, she surfed Facebook for a while before she handed another piece of wet wipes to me.

Jossie: ‘Wipe yours clean.’
Me: ‘Wipe what clean? .. Oh!’

I double checked for any passing people before reaching into my loose basketball shorts, to wipe my tiny stub clean. Although it was tiny then, the thoughts of why she asked me to do it turned it into a light sabre and lengthened itself for the battle. She placed the laptop cover on my lap after I was done putting the wipe on the table. Jossie then took the wipe and stuffed it into her panties, before whispering into my ear.

Jossie (whispering): ‘Wipe me clean too.’

She reached into my shorts stroke it slowly while I reach for her waistband, from where the drawstrings were. I untied it and slipped all the way down to the wipes and I pushed it out from the sides of her panties.

Me (whispering): ‘I’ll empty the wetness into your panties first.’

She gave a slow smile and continued jerking me while I fingered her. Our guts were so sure no one was looking that I was slapping my palm around her pussy while my fingers darted in and out of her. She pulled my waistband down to look at it, then at the area in front of us, and let her head reach for my dick. Sucking it hard and then going up and down at her own pace, which was considered to be dangerously fast. She was basically mouth fucking me! In the open!

I couldn’t fight my urge to hold her head and my free hand dug into her scalp, forcing her lower down my shaft. It did not take long before our sanity returned and she gave a final slow exit to end the blowjob. Her hand took over the job and she went hyper speed, driving my body into twitches and sent my dick throbbing with redness.

My arm did not just let her manipulate me, I forced the extra speed through my arm and finger fucked her as deep as I could, getting an orgasm in return for my effort. She jerked my hand out of her panties and put it into my shorts as well, exposing my dick in the open. My shorts was so low I would have problems pulling it back if anyone did appeared.

Me: ‘I’m cumming!’

Her two hands interlocked and kept going without slowing down. Finally, I felt death and I grabbed her head, pulling it down to my groin. There was resistance at first, but it was probably the shock that delayed her. Her mouth went over my dick and her hands broke free, she bobbed her head a few times with a tight sucking sensation coupled with her agile tongue warming the base of my shaft.

I pressed her head down as I jerked my body out of control, erupting into her sweet looking mouth, filling it with so much cum she had to tap on my thighs. It did not have that many shots as I would expect but I felt truly empty. She sealed her lips around my dick and let it slid out of her mouth, cleaned and drained of anymore goodness.

She turned her face towards me and grabbed the back of my head around the neck area, turning it towards her. Our eyes were locked in each others’ gaze. She let her lips opened slightly to push the mouthful of cum for a display and then taking it back, before swallowing it in a brave gulp. She swallowed a few more times before planting her lips onto mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth and we french-kissed without holding back for a minute or so.

At the end of the day, there’s work needed to be done and she had somehow found the energy to stay awake and taught me whatever shortcuts she thought up herself. We only stopped for lunch and toilet breaks throughout the day and finally we parted ways at dinner time.

The memories were sure to be imprinted on my brain, but the soaked red G-string that I found in my laptop bag was the key to remembering our wild attempt for a lifetime. We no longer meet up after poly, but we still had each others’ numbers and would get together when we needed it. It wasn’t a meet up to me, it was more of.. Connecting People.

Slip of Paper

Just as I was waiting for the ice cream machine to be free, the girl in a elegant black knee length dress caught my glare and thankfully, wasn’t too awkward to stare since I was waiting for her to be done. Once she sprinkled the teaspoon of rainbow rice on her bowl of soft served ice cream, she swirled around and accidently filled my nose with the angelic scent of shampoo. She gave a little smile and continued her way beside me.

On the table was a slip of paper, with her name and number, plus a message ‘Text me.’ Lucky day huh? I got my ice cream and finished whatever food the group took off the buffet tray. Impatience I would admit, urged my fingers to type a reply to the number and a few ‘pass bys’ we made during the service guaranteed her sincerity to know me.

After dinner, the group separated and I left for the station, which we planned to meet. By the way, her name was Elysha, a Malay with fair skin. The white thick hairband made her blonde dye stand out as it matched her pitot well, gathering quite a bit of stares.

Elysha: ‘Hey Ron. Umm.. I just couldn’t resist giving you my number.’

Me: ‘It’s okay. I understand. My friends were eyeing on you too.’

She gave a giggle and we made our way towards her area, Bugis. It seemed that she lived right next to the public library, and would hang out at the shopping malls there. How could a girl with such access to fashion be under dressed right? I sent her home and she gave me a stare right before she stepped into the lift.

Elysha: ‘You ever visited the library at night?’

Me: ‘Yeah. Closes at 9 right?’

Elysha: ‘I mean after closing hours. Where there is no one else.’

Me: ‘Are you serious?’

I’ve got her message that instant. The years of living at that area could not go to waste without exploring her neighbourhood right? Hand in hand, we walked to a hidden wall behind the library by the bushes, and she pushed a panel that looked no different from the others, that were real wall. We entered the compound and took the service lift into the highest floor, overseeing the busy streets and beautiful nightscape.

It was truly breathtaking. Her soft hands wrapped around my torso and pulled my shirt over my head. I was quite shy then as my tummy appeared big after that hearty meal, but she didn’t bother. Just continuing to hug me tightly. Then, her hands went south and pushed my shorts to the floor. I was naked in the moonlight. Turning myself around, my hands went to her back and unzipped the dress, stripping the elegancy off her beauty. Standing in front of me braless with just a g-string, her face never rose to see me. Tugging the knot on the strings, it fell apart and dropped onto the cold floor too.

I tilted her head and gave her the most gentle kiss I could, slowly wetting her lips with my tongue, till she stuck hers out too. Kissing passionately, our bodies were kept warm by each other, and I was pretty certain anyone looking up would see us. Her hand went to my dick and started stroking to bring it to full size, thereafter pushig it between her thighs, allowing me to feel her wetness that was leaking.

Stroking my cock between her legs, it had gotten well lubricated that both of us were having difficulty to just hug and do nothing. Something was breaking out of our bodies. Moving to the entrance to the reference section, we entered the huge toilet and I carried her onto the basin, interlocking our lips, I slid my rod into her pussy and immediately I was stunned. The womanly caress of her innards was mind-blowing, perfectly laid on my meat, there wasn’t too much pressure nor suction.

Gradually increasing my speed, the lack of sensitive stimulation helped me enjoy the sex and to take my time, while my ‘brush’ cleaned her pussy with the light lubrication as assistance. Her breathing got heavier but moans was kept soft and sexy, puffing as calmly as a purr. Her arms grabbed behind my neck and clasped hard as her muscles contracted, into such a state I couldn’t exit if I wanted, granting a vacuum so strong that I had to wait out her orgasm. There wasn’t more juices that flowed but her body had gone weak, just supported with my hands on her back.

Elysha: ‘Sorry I came so soon. Finish yourself in anyway you please to do with me.’

I gave her a smile and nodded, assuring I would take care to gentle. Without changing positions, I rammed hard and fast into her, thrusting my hips against the handwash, while watching into the mirror where her beautiful tattoo on her back reflect like art on a canvas. Once again, in less than three minutes, both of us were in our wits end and I had to let go off my load the moment she screamed and held me as tight as possible, to a point I could lift her up. Bouncing her a few times, my dick finished pouring the truckload of cum into her and even gave her a shock when I relaxed my grip, which she slipped deep over my shaft.

We washed ourselves in the luxurious toilet and got dressed. It was such a sight to see her wearing the pieces of clothes, like a swan opening its wings, beautiful and unbelievable. We made our way out and kissed each other goodbye before going home. To date, the meets still go on and the slip of paper remained in my wallet, as a reminder that angels exist.