LindaMichelle: ‘Thanks for your help. So sorry to trouble you so late in the night. I don’t know why my iBanking isn’t working.’
Me: ‘It’s okay. How’s everything now? Is the money helping?’
LindaMichelle: ‘Yeah. Slowly fixing.’
We walked along the busy road along Ang Mo Kio Ave 3 towards the park behind the station and I had to admit I couldn’t let my eyes off the short red skirt she wore. Her top was body hugging, translucent white that did not even bother to hide the black bra she wore under, and that skirt, it was elegant and flirty at the same time, having a couple of layers right at the hems to make it appealing.
LindaMichelle: ‘I haven’t met anyone except you when my iBanking failed. It just feels safer to meet another writer I guess.’
Me: ‘Don’t mention. Glad you don’t find me intimidating from what I write.’
LindaMichelle: ‘How can it be? Your stories do turn me on.’
We went up the long flight of stairs with me behind, catching glimpse under her skirt that was too dark for me to see even the colour of her panties. Stopping under a pavilion, it was a quiet evening as most people had to work the next day. There was practically no one else walking through the park, partly because it was close to 2am.
She sat demurely with her legs closed and I took the ‘ah beng’ (term to describe small time hooligan) sitting pose, with one feet on the seat. As she was in no hurry to get home, we sat there for some time talking about our lives and the urge to just touch those soft skin on her legs grew more intense. For someone who writes that well, I respected her more than others, and the silly me asked if I could feel her skin.
She replied yes with a smile and I placed my hand on her leg, caressing it in an up down motion. After a few strokes, I shifted my hand to her skirt and raised it as I advanced, to see her opened her legs for access. Upon my fingers touching her groin, a string of pearls was all that she wore. It was the same g-string that she had given away on her site, and tugging on it simply caused her to let loose a single moan.
Remembering how most of her stories went, I switched places with her so she could lie on my lap, and I could still reach her pussy. I pulled my waistband down and she bent it low enough to take it into her mouth, while my fingers rubbed her quicker. It was really exciting to be masturbating her under the moonlight, where anyone could just look out of their balcony and see us. After my dick was at its maximum length (more or less), I stopped her distracting blowjob and asked her to go to the back of pavilion, where less light would reach.
I placed her knees on the seat and she went into doggie immediately, raising her skirt herself so I could focus on the more important task. In just one try, my dick slipped right into her and she opened her mouth to breath instead of moaning. Pumping quickly, I knew time is of the essence and her wetness told me how much she wanted it too.
LindaMichelle: ‘Oh.. if you didn’t know, you can cum in me. Just like my stories.’
Me: ‘Are you sure?’
LindaMichelle: ‘Wouldn’t I know better?’
Her short hair flicked gracefully in the wind as I took her rear hard, pounding hard but landing gently. It was so erotic to be fucking so close to home. As for LindaMichelle, she was working her pelvic muscles to amplify the sensations stirring in her pussy, feeling that orgasm building like a timer on an atomic bomb.
Me: ‘Are you cumming? I can feel you getting.. ahh.. ‘
An overpowering squeeze went around my dick and I groaned dangerously loud, whispering ‘I’m cumming.. I’m cumming’ as her last act totally threw me off guard. Within seconds and one single thrust, my cum pumped into her like an over-pressurised water gun and sprayed into her pussy. While I was keeping still to lower the sensitivity, she was moving backwards on me to keep me shooting. I must say, it was one of the craziest sex I had that got so much cum out of me.
After we sat back down on the wooden seat, she took a fresh set of panties and slipped it on over her pearly strings.
LindaMichelle: ‘Just to make sure that your creativity doesn’t go to waste.’
We picked up our bags and I flagged a cab with her, watching her legs widen for the taxi uncle to peek as she got on. Throughout the ride, I bet the driver must have noticed the flash from her camera as she took a few pictures for me through email, in various poses and even attaching a short video of her masturbating, accompanied by moans that sounded a little too loud to be discreet.
LindaMichelle (email): Thanks for your help today. It’s really exciting for me. I think I’ll have to masturbate when I get home.
What can I say? A hard on was waking in my shorts again, and we kept our conversations strictly to emails until we fell asleep to each others’ photos of our private parts oozing cream.