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Originally Posted by SerflySGR
Satisfied with the answer, I reached over and gave her a kiss on her forehead. Like this should be considered gentleman, right?
She blushed. “Message me later when you reach home ok?” She turned, opened the door and alighted from my car. She looked both ways, as if to see anybody was trailing her and then shuffled in the direction of some blocks of flats.
Strict parents? Perhaps she was the one cheating on her husband, I thought.
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We continued to meet after her night classes;
Adek’s classes with her were in the afternoon so after teaching my son and she would adjourn to another class before I picked her up. It was a “good thing” because I could spend more time with Destinee under the excuse of me working overtime, and, while waiting for Destinee to finish class, I could put in some time to update my posts, like what I am doing now. It’s very inconvenient for me to use the computer at home because
Adek would want to “look over my shoulder” and I cannot let him see, right?
Anyway, back to the Destinee. Up till now, all our dates were at night, and we usually conclude them by midnight so when she told me that she had a day off, I jumped at the chance to finally be able to go out with her during the day. I was very excited and hope that I could subtly ease a suggestion to visit a friendly neighborhood hotel for a few hours to rest our weary souls but I didn’t want to appear two-dimensional or “one of the other guys” in her life. It was the big head versus the small head once again.
We ended up having a picnic at East Coast Park. I was never an outdoors person but I decided to “play along” so that I could get to my prize sooner. But, unlike the traditional picnic whereby we would prepare food and bring it out to eat; ours was more like
“tah pow” and fizzy drinks. The only thing that we brought along was the groundsheet, which I had loaned from Fredrick (the know-it-all).
“The sun is very shiny today,” Destinee exclaimed,
“lucky I applied some sun block.”
“Got any more?” I asked. Personally, I was never a sun block person. Maybe it’s the era that I was brought up in; during our time we just went into the sun, there was no such thing as “suntan lotion” or “sun screen” or the like. These were like luxury items that people sold to earn that extra buck.
Destinee passed me a yellow bottle and urge me to apply some on my face.
I took over the bottle and offered to apply another layer on her instead.
“You first,” I said,
“let me apply on parts that you could not reach.”
Before she could protest, I started massaging her neck and exposed shoulders. She was wearing a sleeveless tank top and I was determined to run my fingers through every inch of that real estate, exposed to the sun or otherwise.
I alternated between squeezing her arms to gentle rubbing.
“Hmmm,” she closed her eyes,
“you know how to massage?” I didn’t reply but inched my fingers under shoulders of her tank top, inching under her bra straps, slowly moving towards her breasts. I felt no resistance so I got bolder and proceeded to slip my fingers under her bra cups; this was one way to check out if her size is “real” or augmented by the wonders of the wonder bra? My fingertips probed her nipples the overrun them in circles. I could have sworn that Destinee let off a a soft moan before suddenly becoming aware of her current situation.
She hissed quietly,
“Not here Serfly. So many people around. Wait they see. I shy.”
“Then maybe we go to some quiet place where there are less people?” I suggested. No points in guessing what place I had in mind?