The Return

[jack hammer]

Background

Its been close to a decade since I left the cheonging scene. During this time, I made a conscious effort to leave my cheonging past behind and be a faithful husband and a dutiful father. The story that I am about to tell happened 4 weeks ago. Of course the names have been changed but the activities....well its up to you to believe.

About a month ago, I received a call from Don, a childhood friend of mine. We attended the same schools and were buddies even though he is 2 years my senior. Together with Mick, we ran a pornography ring in school renting out blue films (in VHS format) and porn magazines. Business was brisk as we were never caught because I was in the prefectorial board and had the Head Prefect as my regular customer. If there was an Entrepreneur of the Year Award back then, we would have won it for 3 years straight. Anyway I digress.

"Jack, my boss was very impressed with the info that I presented based on your advice. My reward for setting up and attaining the Operational Headquarters successfully is in my bonus. Party is on, this Friday. Just bring yourself !" With that I knew there was no way I could refuse.

You see, Don just relocated back from London. During the credit crisis, he was retrenched but then was told to scout for opportunities for his old firm from Singapore. When we met up and I came up with the proposal, his bosses took the bait, sinker and all and appointed him the COO in charge of South East Asia. Hence his hefty pay check.

We met at our local beef noodles stall and chit chatted. Mick came along and we had a great time catching up. Sensing that its going to be a long night, I volunteered to be the driver and opt out of the alcohol altogether. Don and Mick proceeded to drink over dinner and a fun time was had by all.

Surely thats not all we're gonna do tonight I thought to myself.

True enough, Don said that its been a long time since we partied together and so we are going to relive our past glory. With that glint in his eye, I knew he was serious on painting the town red. We then proceeded to the first KTV joint, which proved to also be our last.

...to be continued.....

[gaipauchi]

1st camper........
ready 4 more...............

[Zakcross]

Wating for more ...

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We arrived at our old haunt, a KTV. Everything looks new and different from what we remembered. However, the mummy still remembers us and gave us a room. And so the drinking continues till....

Suddenly the door opened and in streamed a bevy of gals. Deferring to Don as he is the initiator to begin his selection first, I sat back and scrutinise the line up before my eyes. Slowly but surely, my instincts came back to me as I mentally reject those that on first glance do not meet up to my requirements.

As expected Don picked a slim looking model look alike with blonde streaks in her hair. Nice party gal, I thought to myself. He's gonna have loads of fun with this one. Before I even finish this thought, her big demure eyes and mine met across the half lit room.

Dressed in a short red cocktail dress which contrasted nicely with her fair skin and coy smile, she stood out from the rest of the line up. I thought she was someone I knew from before but I was dead wrong, as I was to find out later. Sensing that she knew I would pick her, she nodded her head a little at me and continued her shy smile.

By then Mick had already selected his gal but I was too besotted by the smiling lady in red to notice. My mind was made up and "This one" I said and pointed to the lady in red.

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"Hi I am Jing". She sat next to me and the heady scent of her perfume was sending up wafts of intoxicating but pleasant fumes. She poured me a drink and then sat next to me. Holding my hand in hers, she remarked in her native language that my hands are cold to her friend, who by now was busy giggling and drinking with Don.

Pretending not to understand, we started the small talk going. At such close proximity, I could scrutinise her without seeming rude. Big smiley eyes, long straight hair and fair skin. Very bubbly and as I suspected very young.

"19" she told me. Wow...a teen, late teen but nonetheless, a teen. Something in me stirred and it was not my drink.

"Lets have a game !" said Mick, snapping me out of my reverie with Jing. Without needing to ask twice, Jing began playing the dice game with Mick and Don's girl. Jing and I would share the drinking (punishment) alternatively. As it so happens, this need not be so as the wily Jing poured tea into her cup instead of the whisky. Very cheeky I thought as I caught her red handed but just winked in approval as she was my partner in crime. The others were too high to notice or say anything.

[eeemen]

another late camper here , cheers ..................

[dumboyz]

Another camper reporting in......

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"You are so lucky you got a good looking guy !" remarked Don's girl. "Yeah but his hands are cold and sweaty !" said Jing. If only she knew why....my hands were clammy from a mixture of guilt and anticipation of a myriad of scenarios about how this night would end, and all of it not good. As it so happens, that was a premonition of sorts but I will reach that later.

So saying, Jing took my hand in both of hers and tried to warm them for a while. Here it comes, I thought to myself. A few seconds later, she held my hand to her cheeks (those on her face, not her ass). Feeling those soft supple skin and gazing into my eyes, Jing inquired if I was married. My wedding band was conveniently left at home.

No I said. Too busy with business, continued my lie. With that she appeared to have found a new lease of life, took my arm and parked my right arm just under her breasts. With her hands still holding my palm, she gave me a cheeky smile as if to say "That was the right answer !" and kissed my cheek.

I returned the kiss and stroked her hair gently. With each movement I could smell her perfume more and more but now there was another scent altogether. I just could not put my finger on it but she turned around and face me. Then she closed her eyes, leaned in and kissed my lips very delicately and retreated.

And beamed back at me before leaning in for another lip kiss, only this time, the kiss lasted longer. When we finally broke for air, she rested her head on my shoulder, took my other arm to wrap around her and sighed.

At that very precise moment, I remembered feeling a mixture of guilt....and excitement all over again. Guilt cos at the back of my mind, I have a wonderful wife and a happy family but the excitement of being like in a fresh relationship is indescribable. I guess its whats commonly referred to as kum cheng feeling.

The next few minutes (hours ?) were a blur....I remember the guilt lessening with each kiss and the excitement began morphing into pure lust. Soon, I was stroking her c-cup breasts through her red cocktail dress while she breathed heavily into my ear, totally oblivious to what the other two were doing with their girls. I can only assume that they were having as much fun. All these were happening while the wait staff were coming in and out, replenishing our drinks.

It did struck me as amazing that despite it being a KTV, there was not much karaoke-ing or TV watching going on in our room or for that matter, in other rooms as well.

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Soon we were frenching like new lovers. Each time we broke for air, she positioned herself into a semi side angle so that she was leaning against my chest with my arms wrapped around her like an additional support for the bra. With a turn of my head, I can kiss the top of her head. She seemed to enjoy this while watching the proceedings with the other couples in the room and will reciprocate by looking back at me and then kiss me playfully on my lips before resting her head on my chest again.

It was at about this time that I decided to do a little finger walking and found the outskirt of her bra. Trying to pry into those white breasts of hers, my finger began tracing the part of her bra just covering her breast. Soon enough I hit jackpot as I felt a slightly different texture to the soft smooth skin : her aereola.

She adjusted herself so that my finger can just about circulate around her nipple and this brought her arm up to wrap around the back of my neck. Pulling me down to kiss her lips, she let out a sigh which to my mind is like saying "Go ! Go ! GO ON !"

I did soldiered on despite the uncomfortable position that we are in. For my effort, I was rewarded with an inverted nipple : just the kind that I like....if only I can caress it with my tongue now and tease it out of its shyness ! Right about now, our kisses became more urgent as my finger continued to forge on. I could see her heaving now as we continue frenching. Taking my finger out of her dress, I then moved my entire hand around her waist and hugged her really tight while we were playing tongue hockey.

This movement seemed to invigorate her further and she led my hand to her thigh. Taking a cushion to shield my naughty hand, she then continued to embrace me and tugged at my hair. Meanwhile, I was stroking her creamy thighs up till her thong and then back down again. After a few times, I knew she was mine for the taking as I attempted to discover the terrain with my fingertips.

Tracing the hem of her thong I moved my finger down the side of her thong in an effort to understand what I may be up against. By now she was completely limp in our embrace while she waited for my explorations to end and the excavation to begin. The excavation would not begin for another good 20 minutes or so.

We continued frenching and only broke to re-arrange the cushion to shield what last shred of dignity (?) we had left. Having felt the terrain from the side, I began stroking her mount through her thong. This seemed to unleash a new surge of energy from her as she then began to massage me through my jeans with her left hand.

Gently pressing my finger against her vagina, I traced the dividing line through her thong from the base to the tip. A few trips up and down and I could feel her wetness through her thong. Instinctively, the massaging through my jeans quicken and her eyes were closed deep in concentration. Her hips began to gyrate ever so gently and her thighs spread just that bit wider for my finger to apply more pressure.

Then my finger stopped at the crest of the dividing line and began circulating, focusing on that small area where the labia meets. With her eyes closed she continued massaging my jeans while I concentrated on that small area and then...

she grabbed my jeans really tight like she was going to rip my little head off, tensed her body for a couple of seconds and collapsed onto me, breathing heavily and trembling. Relentlessly like a missile seeking heat, my finger continued its pursuit of the second wave.

Soon, enough the grip strengthened on my jeans and the collapsed came, only this time, she quickly grabbed my hand to stop me from continuing while she catches her breath.