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Originally Posted by kakashi01
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X worked shifts. So did I and wife. But all of us were in different companies and sectors. Her husband often flew overseas for work. More on that later.
She would stay over sometimes at my place when her husband is not around but we keep a clean relationship. I'm older by a few years so she is like a little sister to me.
I liked her. Have a place in my heart for her. But it's totally different place compared to my wife.
If we worked the same shift and she was staying over, I'd make breakfast for her and drive her to work if we worked same shift.
After that nighties incident, she seemed a little different. Or was I viewing her in a different light? Idk.
Stays were getting more frequent. And longer.
Anyways few days after, she came over for a night. She was taking a shower in the common toilet and Wife would be back in an hour.
"Hey A." A voice floated from the bathroom
"What"
"I forgot my towel. It's in my bag."
I went to her room, unzipped her black Adidas gym bag.
A baby pink, seasoned (you can call it drop colour, or meaning.. washed too many times) C cup bra greeted me.
A matching panties lied right beside.
Her towel buried right underneath.
Is this a trap? I remembered she took a tee and pants to the shower room.
Me being me, never good with girls and always missing the most obvious hints, and realising only weeks after. Some side events to share but next time maybe
I hung the towel and my left arm and used my index finger and thumb hold the side most of the two pieces of sacred clothes.
Not that I'm scared or what but just MediaCorp abit.
"Yo. Yr towel"
The folding door opened slightly and a wet arm hung out.
I held out the towel so she could feel it.
Grabbed It and doors closed
"Thanks A"
Their family upbringing is the best. They have not just the sweetest voice but quite "teh" as well.
Not those kind that will give u diabetes but just the right amount that melts yr heart
"还有还有” (some more )
"Huh??"
Door creaked open slightly
This time she peeped with her wet and messy hair
"Nah"
I hung them out.
"LOL" she spelt out. "Elle_ooo_elle"
“你拿来做么”
“你不用穿meh"
"It's for work tomorrow leh! 在家哪里有人穿的？？"
"Orh. I put back for you"
"Nvm you leave them outside"
"OK"
I placed them on the washer outside and left. I exercised my art of imagination and it excites me.
I mean, I don't recall her wearing anything revealing at home or seeing anything special before.
Anyways Back to my room. I turned on my PC and settled into my king seat.
Until I heard a voice outside my room
It was X. I opened the door.
"Simi daiji"
(What do you want)
We are way off from being lians and Bengs so it was more of an informal and fun way of addressing each other
X was standing there. Hair still slightly wet.
Her towel wrapped around her upper body. Shirt and pants was visibly wet underneath.
"Wa. Drop into toilet bowl?"
"Drop bathtub la. 借大姐的衣服 Pleaseeee"
(Borrow sisters clothes)
"Orh 自己拿啦”
(Take it yourself.)
She knew where it was and was asking out of courtesy. I didn't care too much and back to my work.
"K thank q" as she left the room
Few minutes later, she returned again.....
“姐夫~~~~~~” she called in a act cute voice..
They know no one disturbs me at work but seems like she needed smth
I looked up.
No it's not what you're hoping. But close.
She still had her towel in front of her chest. And she turned 180 degrees.
"Ehhsss.. help me take off my tee can. It's stuck to my back"
We all know how hard it Is to remove a tee when it's wet and stuck to our body. And X is indeed caught....
In a most awkward position.
Trying to recall that glimpse........
Her pale yellow pasar malam shirt was rolled up, in a messy manner, to where the bottom of the breasts were. Apparently she had tried to take them off but screwed up.
It seemed to have blocked her armpit movement and she wasn't able to remove the tee without tearing it apart
I can't recall the rest but expect for that towel covering her.
But I Guess she wasn't able to reach anything unless she has gorilla arms
Damn you towel.
Her slightly bulging, but creamy, inviting tummy fats was exposed to the air conditioned room. She shook slightly from the chill.
And.... No.. not wearing a bra.
"Ok what do you want me to do"
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"Aiya just get me out of this."
"Raise both hands. It's the easiest"
No question asked. Towel dropped.
Both hands raised
Side of her ample breast could be seen through the tee, which is now almost transparent.
Part of me was wondering how to get my hands on them. And part of me wasn't. Angel and devil having a war.
And disappointingly I decided to just get the job done.
My fingers reached for the corner of the shirt where it would intrude her the least and tried to pull upwards gently.
It wouldn't move. Then I realised.
"Eh why you bring such a tight shirt! Cannot move la!"
".... Eat more rice can"
My blood has already moved from head to 2IC by then
"I don't care already. Going rough"
I didn't wait for a response.
Fingers sunk underneath her shirt where the side of the rib cage was, and dug into a little of her flesh
"Ouch"
"Bear a while la"
Up it went but only an inch. Stuck again at... You know where
"Ouccchh"
Higher pitch this time but lower in volume
We both knew what's the issue. And she was A little skittish this time.
"Aiya just pull la"
She seemed a little out of breath from holding it for too long.
Fingers still where they were.
I stood a little closer to her. My hard-on almost hitting her.
Or maybe it did, but I was more occupied with my fingers..
Which were shifted to her front but lost grip of the shirt.
I shifted closer. And realized that She had the same height as wifey which complimented mine.
I could feel her head right under my chin. The fruity smell of her shampoo and the lovely silky hair drove me crazy.
The devil took over.
I draped my arms over her shoulder and deliberately pressed against her boobs.
"Uhmm"
Was she enjoying?
Encouraged, I ran my left thumb and index finger along the underneath of her left breast.
(Try making alphabet C with yr thumb and index finger and you'll know what I'm talking about)
And did the same for the right.
I was now enjoying her lustrous, but damp skin. And the firm press of the two tiny mountains.
Remembering what I must do, I dug my thumbs back under the shirt on each side.
Honestly it wasn't that tough for me to help
But me being careful not to touch her sensitive area made it much harder.
But all cautions thrown to the wind.
I looked over her shoulders. And was greeted top view of X's boobs... Still clothed of course.
And I pulled her shirt upwards,rubbing my palm against the boobs on purpose.
It was smooth to the touch.... Until I came to something blocking the way....
I know what that was..