[ilikeoldchangke]

I work in a small office in the industrial park near Tai Seng.

The small office of 20 staff is a close knit one and I must have accumulated quite a bit of good karma in my previous life to have a good boss.



It’s my longest staying job thus far and for the past 4 years since I joined, no one left. My co-workers come to work at 8.30 sharp with a smile on their faces and most will leave before 8pm with an even broader smile.





Perhaps it’s because my boss Mr Chan would personally chase everyone out of the office at 8pm.


I remembered it was probably my first month in the office when one evening he tapped me on my shoulder at 8pm and said.

Mr Chan : There is more to life than work.



That remark has never left my head since that day he chased me away from my desk.










In terms of pay benefits, we are perhaps a little less than 5%-8% lower than our peers but no one complained.



We’re a happy bunch of workers and even though there are some politics at play, it was nothing compared to what I’ve seen in some of the bigger offices.




Aside from a happy work life, I was the envy of quite a few male colleagues when I got to share a cubicle with one of the prettiest, spunkiest girl in the team.


Her name is Joan.







Now Joan is probably one of the best dresser in the office. She’s got an eye for colours and matching her outfits nicely with accessories. It doesn’t matter if it’s a simple pants and work top, or a skirt with long sleeve blouse, I’ve even see her in berms and slippers one rainy day, she looks stylish and cool.

Yes, she looks hot too.



I’ve been secretly thanking the tropical weather in Singapore ever since the first time I saw Joan step into office in shorts and slippers about 6 months after I joined the company.








My mouth literally gapped open when she settled into the cubicle with her damp clothes and started to dry her legs.



Most people usually have tissues in their cubicles but for me, I have a preference for using kitchen towels.

Yes those standing rolls of towels you use in the kitchen.

I prefer the thicker feel of the paper pulp.







That rainy morning, Joan put down her bag, opened her umbrella to air it at the empty space behind our desk and came straight over to my seat. She reached for my kitchen towels and without a word, started pulling and unrolling a good amount of them.



Joan : The rain is crazy today….. totally drenched…

I was fighting to peel my eyes away from her top that was partially plastered against her flat tummy. The damp smell of wet fabric reminded me of wet laundry.






As she ripped off a length, she spoke a little louder towards Mr Chan’s office.


Joan : Boss…… we need a sheltered linkway from our office to the bus stop.






My Chan look up from desk and came out of the office, coffee in hand.




Mr Chan : What was that again ?






Joan turned towards Mr Chan, angling her body about 25 degrees to her right but keeping her legs firmly anchored to the carpeted floor beside me. Her left feet twisted slightly off the floor, if she had a golf club, I guess she’s ready to swing.




I felt a bit of reaction in my pants as I watch Joan run the towel up the side of her legs as she spoke, absorbing the droplets of rain from her hairless legs.


I thought they looked a little shiny but it had to be the lighting, or my eyes must be playing tricks on me.








Joan : I said…. We need a sheltered linkway …. To the bus stop.



Mr Chan nodded before saying he’ll call the prime minister and talk to him about it in a nonchalant manner. Another colleague , Amy, sitting opposite Joan threw a ball of tissue at her.



Amy : Don’t be a bimbo early in the morning Joan…





There was some giggles before everyone got back to work.


Joan thanked me for the towels before adding a little loudly.





Joan : Thanks for the towels James…… and stop looking at my legs.






A few immediate wooooss…. And wahhss….and a rather audible ‘ pervert ’ sounded out from the rest of the colleagues.


Joan laughed and threw a ball of used towels at me.








That was the general atmosphere of the office I work in.

We laughed, we joked and we get things done.






Joan and I worked closely on quite a few projects and we got closer as colleagues. Perhaps it’s because we both love to read.

There was once we tried to eat snake together after a meeting ended early and we ended up at a bookstore.




We were at separate sections browsing different books for a good 2 hours before we decide to head back to office.


Yes we are close, but not to the stage that we’re dating, not that I mind. The thing is Joan is not available.





Joan’s in a relationship for a long time, attached to her boyfriend since her days in NUS.



It’s at least a 10 year relationship by my estimates.


Sometimes I would tease her asking if she’s ever getting married.





James : Eh Joan…. Turning 30 liao you know….. Ah… Thomas haven proposed yet ah ?


She’ll usually shoot me a sideway glance and if anything was within her reach, she would throw it at me.





Joan : Tsk…. Don’t kaypo can……. I already very sad liao…


She added with a sad frown.




Joan : That day this kid called me auntie…… what the hell…. Haha…



James : Aiyah…. Tell Thomas he don’t propose soon… I’ll propose liao ah…






Joan laughed and replied.


Joan : yah la.. yah la… You always say that…




She turned and gave me a haughty glance that oozes and scream slut no matter how you look at it before looking at the direction of my privates.

Joan : Wait till you grow some pubic hair first ok ? James ? hahah .







I laughed.








Well, Joan is 4 years older than me but you would not be able to tell that from her looks definitely.

She still looked like a fresh grad who just joined the workforce not too long ago.


She may be 4 years older than me, but I’m exactly 4 cm taller than her at 1.7m.





Her eye lashes are naturally long, and she has a habit of blinking a couple of times when she looks at you for a favour. That big round eyes and the moving lashes coupled with her biting her lips was enough to make everyone give in to her in the office.



Since I was one of her closer colleagues, I would always tell her off, adding that she looked exactly like the porn star from the Jap av I downloaded when she does that.



She would usually give me a sweet coy look, blink a couple times more before showing me the finger.



Sometimes it amazes me how different Joan can behave depending on circumstances and the people she interact with.


She came from a good school and a strict family background,she struck me as someone prim and proper, yet she’s so at home whenever she’s talking with those uncle contractors or ah beng vendors.





Joan : Wah lao eh…. Knn… uncle Tong… don’t tiao kang jiak wa leh….. this is different from the sample you submitted. Buay swee lah…



I simply cannot imagine hearing something like this from a girl who came from RGS.








On the other end of the spectrum, I’ve heard her challenged a unreasonable client citing contract clauses that I don’t even realise existed in a manner that’s even more professional that the lawyers conducting themselves in court sessions.




Joan can be a typically ah lian if she chose to, she can change her tone to a spunky chic party girl if she wanted , and when it’s time to be professional and firm, her demeanour left everyone in no doubt that she meant business.


This is Joan for you.





Her naturally firm and full B rack and long shapely legs made her one of my regular masturbation targets.


Needless to say, I fantasised quite a bit about her.






January 4th , 2013

Friday


Joan is a January baby and her birthday falls on the 4th. More than hand the office was on leave since it was the 1st week of the new year.

Joan too was supposed to be on leave that day and I was surprised to see her turn up at work.