Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Romance | Tags: Intellectual Intercourse
I was going to see John the second time - that's about 10 months since we met in March and four months after intense regular communication. Intense! Yes, that's how I describe it. I woke up to his messages. As soon as I got to the office, I'd open chat first before I opened my work email. We texted as if there was no tomorrow. On my way home, I never noticed the heavy traffic because we were busy texting.
We talked about everything and anything. But all were sensible - mentally arousing. We got so hook with each other's wit. We argued - sweetly! Our minds connected. We were two being separated by distance but very much linked by our minds. It's just like our brains were intertwined, like two brains in one.
So imagine the excitement when I learned about his trip to Manila. He said that he's going to see me - oh to pick me up from the office. Then the excitement turned into anxiety. What if he didn't really remember me? What if that person he thought he met was not me? What if he only liked my wit and the woman he thought who was charming and pretty was only his imagination?
I made sure that I was beautiful that day we were going to meet. I also smelled really good. I don't know but he preoccupied my mind. I felt like a teenager going on a first date.
I waited for his call. He sent a message saying that they went straight to MOA. I asked trying not to sound extra excited if he were coming to the office. He said he will try but he may not make it because he was with his friends. I felt so disappointed. Imagine the excitement for days only to end up with 'I may not because I am with my friends.' But I told him that it was okay and that I didn't mind.
That night, he kept texting and insisting that he comes to my house. I didn't agree. I told him that he lost his chance to see me. He again apologized and promised to see me the following day. He said that he'll pick me up from the office and that we'll have lunch. I agree but I tried not to be very excited this time.
I slept soundly and dreamt of him.
It was my first time to ever dream that way. Call it pornographic dream. I saw myself nude in my dream - nude with him in bed. It was vivid. Our bodies were entangled, intensely in heat.
I saw how he toyed with my nipples, how he licked them - oh, he did it so well. I could feel him all over me.
We wrestled in bed. Our bodies were going into a very smooth yet intense motion. He kissed me - his tongue into my mouth. He sucked my tongue. It was so intense. It was a dream, yes but it felt so real.
I woke up hugging my pillow. I realized that I liked it. I bathe humming a happy tune. I felt young and beautiful. Honestly, I wished to actualize the dream. I never had that sexual intensity with anyone before. But I dismissed the idea. I didn't think it was right. Not because I was married. It's getting cold anyway. But because I didn't think he would even think of it or entertain such thoughts. Not him.
But again, I wished it were true.
I bathed longer. I touched my nipples like the way he touched them in my dream. I closed my eyes and again imagined him caressing me. Ah, if only we could spend even just one night together.
I was at work earlier than usual. I wanted to finish work early so I can have more time with him over lunch. I kept checking my phone. I got his first message at 9am.
"Hi, Ms. Beautiful. I kept thinking of you last night. See you later."
I replied: "Wrong sent!"
He texted back: "Why? It's for you Ms. Beautiful Manager! Kiss you later..."
I was shocked. I know he would joke a lot even asking the color of my underwear but this time, it sounded real. Ah, it could have been the effect of my dream, I thought. I tried to dismiss it, but the thought preoccupied me. I giggled imagining how he would embrace me and kiss me when we see each other.
At about 11:15, he texted saying that they were already at McDonald 's and if I could meet them there.
"They?", I asked myself. I felt disappointed.
Why "they"? So what about my 'kiss' then, I thought. Still, I went to meet them. About fifty meters away, I saw him. Oh, I felt my heartbeat doubled. I didn't know if I would proceed or not. He looked even more handsome. I admit, I fell for him 101% at that moment. If he would ask me to undress right before him, I would do it without any hesitation.
I was in that thought when I noticed him looking my way. Before I could move, he was already in front of me.
"Hi, Ms. Beautiful!" I was speechless.
All of a sudden it felt like it was just he and I. Then he hugged me and kissed my hand. I could only look at him.
That's when I noticed another man behind him. He introduced him as Jun, his classmate. He said that he insisted to tag along to make sure that his friend is not making any foolishness. Then we laughed.
"So where do you want to eat?" I asked.
"Anywhere. We are not familiar with Makati," came the answer.
We walked to a Japanese restaurant in the next block. I remember that in one of our chats, he mentioned that he likes Japanese food.
I sat across him and Jun. He did not take his eyes off me. (Or so I thought.) Each time, he would wink at me and smile. I wanted to melt but I kept my composure. Or at least, I pretended that I was not very interested.
When food was served, he was quick to assist me. I don't know if he intended it but he touched my hand and held it for a couple of seconds. I think I blushed. Jun laughed and told me not to take it seriously. His friend, he said, does that to all women. I didn't know if I wanted to get irritated at Jun or at John. But I wished Jun was not around.
I was drinking my juice when I felt something on my leg. I could not be wrong. Someone was touching my leg with his foot. I looked at John and he winked. He sort of admitted that it was he touching my leg. He moved it higher until it was already touching my upper leg, well, between my thighs. I was in dress so it was easy for him to do that. I tried to shake his foot but he looked at me as if to tell me not to react. I was an obedient accomplice.
When Jun went to the toilet, he winked at me and said, "Hi! Do you like it?" I was speechless. He moved beside me and placed his hand on my lap and pressed it. "May I visit you tonight?" He whispered. His eyes on my cleavage. Before I could answer, Jun was back. We transferred to Starbucks for dessert. Jun had coffee. He asked for water and only shared my cookie. Once in a while he would jokingly ask Jun, "Bagay ba kami?" To which Jun would answer, "I thought she was married." I found myself saying "I'm virtually separated." John was quick to reply, "So puwede!"
Jun had to excuse himself to answer a call. John took advantage of it and asked, "So ma'am, how's your sex life? Don’t you miss it?" I only smiled. But I wanted to say, "I don't but if you offer, I'll gladly have sex with you." Then I remembered my dream.
They walked me back to the office and took a cab to Espana. He kept texting on their way. He insisted to see me that night. I did not agree. I gave all alibis I could even lying that my husband may be around. Ironically, I gave him my address.
I went home early. Out of my usual routine, I bathe and put on my sexy nightie. My daughter and nanny are still on vacation. I was alone in the house. I admit, I was expecting that he would come as he dared.
I messaged him with a 'Hi'. There was no response. Then I again texted 'How are you?'. There was no answer. I was annoyed. How could have I believed him. I decided to just sleep early. I was already in bed when I heard my phone ringing. I purposely did not answer it when I saw that it was he who was calling. If he is serious, he would call again. But thirty minutes passed and there was no call. I regretted not having answered.
I got up to pee at about 11pm and checked my phone if I had any message. I had five missed calls and ten messages. It was John. He said that he is outside the house and had been waiting. I did not want to believe. But I also suddenly felt a surge of excitement. I decided to check if indeed he was outside.
As soon as I opened the door, he hugged me and pushed me inside the house. He closed and locked the door. He hugged me too tightly that I could not move. Then he held my face and said "Ma'am, pinapa-gigil mo ako lalo." Then kissed me like no one ever kissed me before. I gasped for air when he released me. Then I noticed him looking at me as if he were a maniac looking a victim. That was when I realized that I was wearing a see-through nightie and was not wearing any underwear.
He came close, but this time, he was slow, gentle - as if trying to tease me. He held me, drew me close to him. He pressed his lower front and I couldn't be mistaken - I felt his hardness. I was jolted. Before I could say anything, he was again kissing me, his hand touching my body. I had to touch him too to make sure that this time, I was not dreaming.
He pulled down the strap of my nightie. He started kissing my neck down to my breasts until he was already playing with my nipples. I moaned. Not even my husband did what he was doing. He was doing it really well that I let go of my nightie. Before him was my naked body. He moved back and for a while just looked at me. I touched my nipple and my vagina. I was so aroused that I started teasing him.
I sat on the chair and opened my legs to give him a full view of my vagina. I motioned him to come close. When he did, I removed his shirt and told him to remove his pants. He was quick. Lo and behold! Before me was a giant hard long dick!
I asked if I could touch it. He nodded. But I couldn't stop myself from licking it. I have not done it before but I heard my officemates do it to their boyfriends. Soon, his dick was inside my mouth. Then, he gently pushed me and knelt before me. He opened my legs even more then bent to lick my pussy. "Shyet shyet'" was all I could utter. No one ever licked my pussy before. "It felt so good that I asked if I could lie down instead. I invited him to my room.
He pushed me to bed and started licking my pussy again. His right hand playing with my nipples. Then I felt something being inserted in my pussy. I stopped him. I said, I wanted his dick. I so wanted his long hard dick. I had never seen such a size before, much more haven't been fucked by such a treasure. My husband's is small and truth of the matter is that I didn't have a good sex life with him. I actually did not like having sex with him. That was the main reason why we grew apart. He soon found another woman but I never really minded.
John laid on me, kissed me while he caressed by boobs. His dick was ready to push into my pussy. He looked at me as if asking permission to enter. I nodded, opened my legs - and there it was, my pussy penetrated after almost five years of no sex.
He pushed hard. I moaned. He too moaned. For the first time I heard him say "Shyet! Putang ina mo. Virgin ka pa ba? Ang sikip ng bilat mo!" As he said that, he pushed harder and faster. The bed started to move. My breasts too.
Then he stopped! Pulled his dick and reversed his position. He told me to give him a blow job. I obediently did. At the same time, he licked my clit. He said that he's going to look for my G-spot to bring me to heaven. I just let him do what he wanted. I was so happy sucking his big dick.
"Shyet, John, ang sarap." I shouted. "Putang ina mo" "Putang ina mo rin. Ang tagal ko ng gustong kalkalin at tusukin ang bilat mo." Then he stopped licking my pussy - I was almost coming then, and thrusted his dick again. This time, he pushed so hard that it felt like he was inside me. It felt so good. "Shyet, ang sarap pala ng iyot!' I blurted.
He pulled and pushed and pulled and pushed while he kissed me and my nipples. I totally forgot who I was. I moaned really hard and loud. "Shyet John, ayan na. I'm coming na....Putang ina...shyet, shyet.... ah...."
“Putang ina mo rin, ang sarap ng bilat mo. Punuin ko ng katas...."
"Yes, yes, iputok mo at ilabas mo lahat ng katas mo sa loob ng bilat ko. Diligin mo. Matagal ng tigang yan...."
"Ah, akin ka!" he shouted. "I'm coming...ah ah ah aaahhh".
That was my ever first MBO! [Mind-Blowing-Orgasm]. We both laid naked and gasping for air. He held my hand, leaned toward me and said
"I love you".
I could only say "Thank you. I love you too."
We went down to wash. I asked if he wanted anything. He said he wanted my pussy again. I laughed. But he looked at me, pushed me to the sofa then started licking my pussy again - as if we didn't just have sex. I moaned. It felt as good as the first time he did it. Then he motioned me to hold his dick. Shyet! It was again hard. We did another 69, this time... Read More