Cumming New Year

It was by a stroke of luck that I could ask a new friend, Jenn, out for first day of new year as she had no plans either. We had no idea what to do for that day, but we both shared something in common. She was once a reader of my site, who would email me behind-the-scene to get sneak peeks at upcoming stories. And knowing those entries would be published anyway, it did not bother me much. So that was how our constant communication maintained the relationship. To spur me on to make great entries, she would voluntarily describe what she was doing while reading my work. With that kind of distraction, or assistance, I could say that it had worked pretty well.

We met up that late morning at a less crowded shopping mall at City Plaza, located in Paya Lebar. As expected, most of the shops were not open and it felt really like a ghost town. We strolled along the empty corridors while talking about the recent entries that seemed to have improved in quality, but she did not buy that it was just a period of ‘better inspiration’.  Her presence was just jolly for me.

Her outfit that day was considered to be party style. For her top, she wore a black leather bralet, with a gold zip in front. And her bottoms would be a pair of high waist skater skirt that made her legs looking longer in a magical way. I had to admit she did look a few years younger in such clothes. The aimless wandering was boring, but it did not felt that way with our chatter.

Jenn: ‘It’s getting cold here. Is there anywhere warmer?’

Me: ‘Yeah. We can stop by at the carpark. Then come back in when it gets too warm.’

She tugged her arms into mine and we walked through an old wooden door leading to the carpark. I remembered that at that time, she only had one boyfriend before, and only kissed on the cheeks. So, correctly speaking, she still had her first kiss. We went into the the quiet carpark and walked a few floors higher, until we reached a particular level that was empty.

Jenn: ‘Wow! It’s so cool! I’ve never seen an empty carpark before!’

I smiled at her innocence and made my way to the single cubicle toilet near the lift right smack in the middle of the floor.  Jenn tagged along and I asked her to wait outside while I used the loo. Handing her my phone that I been holding onto, I made sure she placed it into her bag before giving her a surprise, pushing her against the wall, with my hands on her waist and body close to her.

Me (whispering): ‘Shhh..  Be quiet.’

She knew the situation we were in and I could almost hear her heartbeat, when my face went in front of hers. I wasn’t going to take her first kiss, we weren’t that close – yet. I changed my direction to her ear and gave her a playful nibble. Which immediately, her body shivered and I knew I had hit the right spot. I continued my pecks with a light suck, from her ear, down her neck, to her chest. It was a natural response she had when she tilted her head upwards so I could continued the journey till where her bralet was. Being unsure about her readiness, I could only kissed my way back up until I reached her ears and gave her a grin.

Me: ‘Do you want to go inside with me?’

She looked at the male toilet sign, then at our surroundings. Slinging her bag over her shoulders, she hurried into the cubicle before me and we both checked to feel safer. Quietly, I hung her bag over the only hook behind the door, before closing myself on her again, giving her neck a lick, all the way down to the zip of the bralet. I kept my head close to her chest while my fingers held onto the tiny zip and pulled it downwards. A red coloured strapless bra appeared between the teeth and I noticed the transparent hook between the two half cups. I gave it a pinch without thinking and caught it skilfully. I placed it over the hook and went back to the waiting lady. She was only dressed in her bralet without anything under. Reaching for both of her soft boobs with my hands, I held the cold pair of Bs and gave them a gentle squeeze, which she reacted by hugging me in shyness.

I looked at her and gave her a nod, before bending low to suck on the delicious looking nipples. I kept my teeth away for a start, and just sucked on the tip, pinching and rolling it between my lips. I could hear her moans and quick shallow breathing in no time, pointing to the fact she was ready for more. I then ran my hands down the soft material of her skirt, and raised a part of it so to reach under. My hand found her thighs and I pushed my palm between her legs, before I moved my palm up. I could feel her panties getting wetter where my thumb reached, and also warm to the touch. My fingertips went to work on her clit over the silk panties, giving her a treat for the trip. As she moaned from the clitoral stimulation my fingers gave, her hands ran into my hair and held my mouth closer to her boobs, forcing me to retaliate by giving the pointed nipples a quick nib.

As I tried to pull one side of her panties down, she lifted my head up and stepped away, before pressing the creases on her skirt away. Thinking I did something wrong, I was at a loss for words.

Jenn (whispering): ‘I’ll take it off myself.’

She was that shy, even in the privacy of the toilet. Her matching red panties went over the hook behind the door as well and I knew we are now freed. I guided her to the area facing the wall with a handrail and stood behind her. My hands went around her body and while one hand worked on kneading her breast, the other reached down south and her clit was now more accessible. Without wasting any time, my fingers vibrated on her clit and rubbed them quickly, until I felt how much juices were leaking out of her. It did not drool down her legs, but had covered pretty much the area around her pussy.

Me (whispering): ‘Bend your knees down a little.’

Jenn did exactly just that and her legs had formed a V shape, spreading her legs even wider apart. I reached my arm forward and under her pussy, finding my fingers sliding right into her without much difficulty. She was embarrassed at how wet she was, but at the same time, the pleasure was making her give in to the temptation. ‘Shhh.. ‘ I blew the whisper into her ear and continued to slide my fingers in and out of her. After a while, I could feel her pussy squeezing me and I went faster and deeper, knowing that she deserved this orgasm. Just a few seconds later, one of her hands broke away from the railing and held my fingers that were inside, firmly in place, putting me through the unbelievably tight  contractions that she went through.

When Jenn finally let my fingers out of her, I could tell how tired she was. She leaned against the handrails while I helped her take out the tissues. I watched her wipe the juices off her calves, to her thighs and then her sensitive folds between her legs. All I thought of was how her innocence would help to make me feel good. As sexy as she might look cleaning herself, I could sense more thoughts running through her mind.

Jenn: ‘Umm.. I think I had enough.’

Me: ‘Alright. I guess you’re tired too huh.’

I could tell the reluctance on her face when she realised what she might need to do in return. No doubt we were just resting in the cubicle, but the ambience was unmistakable. The sense of guilt and shame in doing something so intimate with a person she barely knew, just felt wrong to her and regret was beginning to dawn onto her. After all, I guess males and females do feel the same after getting their high with unexpected partners, that is to feel guilty and regretful, since there was no way to undo it.

Jenn: ‘You want me to help you too?’

There was no way I was going to let her feel even worse than she already was. So I just gave her a shake of my head with a smile and let her calm herself down while I waited outside. She came out with swollen eyes and the emotions between us was no longer friendly or exciting. I walked her to the MRT station and bid her goodbye before taking my long bus ride home, filled with ponder about the workings of the human mind.

Could it be the lack of kisses? I don’t know. It just felt different this time. For this new year, maybe we should plan and know what we really wanted, before leaping into the mess of regrets and guilt. Happy New Year!