Full Moon in Singapore - Sex Stories

Full Moon in Singapore

... wavy hair which was up tight in a bun. She fucking purred and continued with her game. The palm of her manicured hand was circling my pubic bone like it was a perfectly normal thing to do, and that we did it all the time.

I knew she lived in one of the maisonettes above. Were we moments away from bonking on her parquet stairs?

I suddenly had the realisation that I'd never really had a proper look at her body before. Farah's wardrobe seemed to consist of only track pants and dry-fit tees. But before I introduced myself, I had once seen her downstairs smoking in a green kebaya, the Malay traditional outfit. Presumably after some family festivities. The kebaya was radiant, and she looked so good. Sorry, that's the best I can do. I'm typing this drunk. Gonna Hemingway this shit from here till soberness and see what sticks. Sorry, Reader. Sorry, Farah.

We ended up back in my room, where the first thing she noticed was the black satin panties on my pillow. Kasevi's. I came clean and told her I'd just fucked a friend. With protection of course, which seemed to make everything alright.

She splayed out on the bed exactly like Kasevi did only ours before. She was right: we didn't need to talk. So I replied with my body as well, I walked to the window and drew the curtains. Turning around, I began taking off my clothes, and when I reached her I had nothing on.

We began our silent play; with each article removed I pampered her body with kisses. Track pants, toes. Top, ...

... breasts and her neck.

She writhed, and I held her hands down.

She stared, and I dared to look back. It was like she was a mirror. She was seeing exactly what I was seeing. She wanted exactly what I wanted. Call it being on the same frequency or whatever. It was exhilarating, it felt like melding, it felt like tantra. It was also a Twilight Zone moment, so make of all that what you will.

She was sucking me, quietly, with a steady rhythm, with gusto. For the first time (seriously, she never stood up) I had a full view of her ass, and it was actually sizeable. Kasevi was and is the skinniest of the three, with great big Indian tits but a tiny, firm butt. J's was flat, which I liked; she was my little schoolgurlnurse, just blooming into womanhood. Farah had great womanly curves that traced down to her calves. Round, plush to the touch, go ahead and fill your hands. So I knew sliding into Farah's tanned pussy was going to be delicious. There was just something about the way a big booty squeezes your cock. And you can grab those bum bags tight when you're pumping and thrusting away.

With my head teasing the entrance of her cunt, I remembered I was out of condoms. Shit. I rubbed her pussy lips slow, and prepared for what I was going to say next.

"Hey, I'm out of condoms...but I have to have you. Trust me?"

"Just put it in already."

Cool. I was the Shakespeare of sex, long as a full moon shone.

In between positions, we shared cigarettes, made small talk like ...