Restructure- on your own terms

Old Habits Part II (sequel from “Old Habits”)

They got to the destination and took a stroll in the park. It had rained before. The ground was wet. He reached out to hold her hand. She didn’t resist, she simply felt indifferent. He then wrapped his arms around her waist. She was compelled to do likewise so that they could walk more in sync. She mentally noted the wide girth of his body as her arms was stretched out straight across the back of his waist. They found a bench and sat down. They both knew why they were there.

Small talk they had. She sat on his left. He had his left arm wrapped around his waist. She slung her legs over his lap. She was dressed in her betty-boo-ish black and white polka dotted fitted halter neck dress. She must have been complaining to him about something that had happened to her in the day. He humoured her and cocked his head to one side listening to her but his right hand was slowly moving underneath her dress. He parted her thighs lightly. He stroked her pussy lightly and made no attempt to wiggle his fingers underneath her panty to touch her bare flesh. He was teasing her. She was getting aroused.

“You are not listening to me...” she whined.

“Yes, I am. You are saying...”

They found their tongues inter-locking each other.

He was getting all hot and bothered, his usual heavy breathing way. He tried to caress her breasts and she pulled his hand away.

“Why?” he panted.

“Because...”

She pressed herself against him and felt the growing bulge of his manhood.
Lost in lust, he hastily unzipped his fly and guided her hand to his willie.
He wanted her to do the usual-wank the hell out of him.

She gave a little playful laugh and took out some tissues from her handbag and placed it over his rotund tummy. He was in a black T-shirt and a pair of black Bermudas.

“Baby, you are in black. Best not to leave any evidence...” She meant the possibility of shooting white cum.

“Oh you should know better,” he joked. He was looking at her dress. It was predominantly black.

They both laughed. She took out some more tissues and placed some over her tummy.
She fastened the rhythm of her hand movement over his manhood. He was panting breathlessly.

The love noise of desire titillated her. It has been awhile since she had felt aroused by a man late in the night, an illicit affair once more.

It was the usual-him getting aroused, his breath quickened. He moaned harder and louder. He drew in more breath as she tightened her grip. In that split second, his engorged beast burst into jets of sticky, white goo.

He was satiated. She wanted to move on to the next activity.

Not more than five metres away, there stood a lamppost. She then realised underneath it laid a person in the sleeping bag. That said person was lying there motionless, possibly either in slumber land or trying to keep still. She pointed it out to him.
Why hadn’t they notice the person before?

He looked a little taken aback and told her that from his peripheral view he had all along thought that it was damaged and abandoned umbrella at the bottom of the lamppost. In her sitting position on the bench, she was all along facing the lamppost and she too, had failed to recognise that they had company.

All well, she laughed. Let’s move on and get into the car, she said.

She got him to drive to that car park that the Old Boy and her first had a quickie many moons ago. It was a historically famous car park for lovers and voyeurs alike. Many trucks are typically parked there for various reasons. To deter illicit activities from going on in here, the council have installed some rather powerful and bright street lamps that cast white light on every few cars parked in there. They tried looking for a more strategic position and decided to sandwich their black car between two high trucks. She cautioned him amusingly that there might be voyeur truckies hiding in their trucks waiting to witness carnal actions as a good girlfriend of hers had twice been a victim of such voyeurs in this fateful car park.
She then added on that in case he didn’t realise, oh by the way, oral sex is illegal in Singapore.

What?! Are you serious? He asked.

Yeah, didn’t he know. It is considered as unnatural sex and they could be charged for offending. She laughed.

He must felt a little concern and partially lost his excitement.

In her head, she thought what it would look on the headlines in the Straits Times.
“High profile married expat banker caught engaging in the unnatural act of oral sex in the car with a local lover.”

She was getting amused.

Agilely, she climbed to the back seat of the car.

He was too rotund to do likewise. He got out of the car and quickly got into the back seat.

When he got seated, she climbed on top of his lap, spread her legs and sat facing him.

He inserted his tongue into her mouth and started kissing passionately, holding on to her waist.

Then he pulled his mouth away and looked at her, moving his hands slowly upwards to touch her body and then her breasts.

Don’t touch me there, she commanded.

He was part drooling and part pleading.

Can I just untie the halter and look at them with the bra on, he further pleaded.

She smiled slyly.

She enjoyed watching a powerful man weakening to vulnerability. She liked a pleading lover.

Only if you beg me, she teased.

And he did.

Would you like to untie the strings of my dress, oh Big bad Boy, she asked in her coquettish tone.

He was all excited, the drooling puppy expression not letting up. Clumsily, he tried to undo the delicate knot.

His chubby fingers and over-excitement must have got in the way. He couldn’t yank the knot out. Instead, it did the opposite.

She loosened the knot for him and let him do the honour of undo-ing the knot.

The halter strings of the dress came undone. He stared at the chest admiringly like one who was observing a piece of art.

Carefully and slowly, he ran his hand gently across her chest and stroked her bra cups gently.

They kissed again and in lust, she removed his black T-shirt and left it on the dashboard (which part blocked the lights casted onto the back of the car). She stroked his hairy chest lightly and rubbed herself against him in a riding motion. She liked playing Lolita to Big Daddy.

He undid his pants and got his proud and hot-blooded manhood out of his Bermudas. His arousal was heating him up and he was sweating. Again, she had her grip on his joystick.

What else would you like me to do, Big Boy, she eyed him seductively.

Oh, suck me, he begged breathlessly.

She got out of her position and knelt on his side. She lowered herself down. Her face was at dick level.

With one hand, she held his penis and inserted it into her mouth.

She sucked ravenously at it, first wetting it with saliva. Then she teased him by alternating her oral gymnastics with running the tip of her tongue on his mushroom head. The little aperture continued spitting wetness.

He pulled up her dress to reveal her bare buttocks wearing a thin piece of thong. He spanked her ass harder and faster to encourage further penetration of his dick into her orifice.

His moaning grew with the growing speed and increasing suction of the sucking movement- her manhood was inserted in and out of the mouth. As he continued going breathless, she inserted his cock deeper down her throat.

Faster, deeper and harder it went. He was going breathless from carnal delirium. She was going breathless from lusty exhaustion. Her face was buried between his legs.

I’m cumming, he warned.

She drew in more breath and increased her suction.

He exploded.

She prepped herself mentally (the usual) for the outburst and blocked herself of the taste of warm, potent white liquid in her mouth and took it into the system quickly like how one would down a shot. A protein shot, she privately joked to herself.
He threw his body back, huffing and puffing, still hyperventilating from his night treat.

This is how I had imagined what we could be. I am so going to take you away to spend more time with you, he was mind blown away.

Tit for tat.

Again, she wasn’t one who let the lover get away without pleasuring her.

My turn now, baby.

You want me to go down on you, he looked surprised and flattered with the privilege.

Why, of course. It’s payback time, Big Boy! She laughed.

She propped herself flat against one of the doors, her head resting on the window.
He parted her thighs, pulled up her dress, lifted her panty to one side to reveal her privates and buried his face between her legs. He did the cunninglingus and teased her pussy with the tip of her tongue. She was going wet and she started moaning.

You want to strip off my panties?

It’s ok. Any prior macho ambitions from the earlier sex texts of wanting to strip her to nakedness must have been cowardly dampened by the unthinkable consequences of being charged for indecent exposure in a rather brightly lit car park.

She held his head and encouraged his tongue to venture deeper as she thrust her pelvis towards him. She lifted her bottom up a little and demanded weakly from the pleasures of his tongue to insert a finger up her ass. She wanted to feel that tight enjoyment of having all her holes filled up.

He didn’t seem to understand her (possibly due to her distracted speech from being lost in lust) and for a moment, he misinterpreted that she wanted him to fuck her in the ass. Now, that would have been too full on for a piles-ridden P and the size of his fat cock might well do her in and send her straight for another colonoscopy. She declined his perplexed expression for confirmation by moaning no.

His tongue rhythm was great and his approach tenacious. Each time, she thought she was reaching the climax and all waiting to do her burst dam extraordinaire; his tongue would miss that secret spot by that mere millimetre. The anti-climax was fast resulting in her losing steam. She wasn’t getting the orgasm that she is so ever prowling for in such makeshift affairs. She found herself winding down in decline.

Gently, she withdrawn from the act by moaning a little louder to “signify” the climax (heheheh;)). At this stage, she already had her legs on his shoulders. She unwrapped them around his neck and he got up.

Did you enjoy it, he threaded the question self consciously.

Wasn’t I wet? She was not her usual acerbic self.

So you enjoy it?

Yes. (She part lied. It could have been better would have been fairer comment.)

Phew. I am glad you did.

She smiled compassionately.

I would really like to take you away and spend time with you. It was just like how I would like us to be.

Baby, you are sweating, she coo-ed sweetly. She grabbed for his black T-shirt on the dashboard and helped him put it back on. They kissed.

From this experience, she noted something. In her their smses tennis of lusty propositions, he had made it clear that he wanted her. He wanted to watch her face as she sucked him. He also wanted to see how lost in pleasure when he would devote his time to pleasuring her.

But, he did not find time or seemed interested to watch her in subordination to his manhood. He was NOT in control. Like others, he was lost in his plebeian lust.
He also did not so much as lift his head to watch her moan and tease her by denying her.

He didn’t take over her as she was hoping he would. After all, he is a powerful man in his daily arena.

She enjoys fucking with a powerful man and the dynamic of being part subordination in bed with her lover on such occasions of oral pleasures.

She nimbly climbed back to the front of the passenger seat and withdrawn back to her usual aloof silence.

Game over, time to go home.

He started the car and drove away.

Like how she experienced from some others before, he reached his hand over to touch her arm gently, waiting for reciprocation as he drove.

Let’s get away and I’ll spend more time with you together. I would see how my diary goes in the next few weeks, that encouragingly sweet expression written on his face.

We’ll see. If you manage to find time, she replied nonchalantly.

He had two hours for them that night.

Time was up.

Time to head home (to reality).