My First Story

[Connie]

This is my story.

Let me introduce myself. I am what you people call a MILF, late 30’s, local Eurasian, divorced with no kids. My ex-husband is an Australian who took a fancy for what you people also call a SYT, a Vietnamese. We divorced about 6 years ago and he is now back down under with his new wife. I hold a day job, not really high paying but sufficient for my own needs. I live alone in a small condo in the East that I got as part of my divorce settlement.

I have been reading the posts in my spare time anonymously. Some of the stuff you people post are quite interesting and fun. I do not consider myself a person of the world but I think I have been around the block a couple of times to know what is fact and what is fiction.

I have been thinking long and hard whether I should share some of my more intimate experiences with you people since my divorce. I was hesitant at first since I do not spend much time on the computer, but after some serious thought, I think it best to share some joy and frustrations off my chest.

Before I start, let me describe myself a bit. I am about 1.68m tall, weigh about 48kg. I do not really have an ample chest, probably about a 33B+. Some people consider me attractive in my own way, but I think I am only passable. I definitely will not win any beauty contest.

Since my divorce, I have has a few flings. Most are short term and some are one-night stands, although there is someone I am seeing now that I hope can develop into something more lasting.

My very first fling occurred about 3 months after my divorce. He is a local Chinese who was my ex-colleague. The story actually begins about the time I got my final divorce papers. John (a fictional name of my ex-colleague) is a good friend of my ex and me. He is married in his mid-30’s and lives quite close to us. John is a sales manager with a local engineering company and his wife is as an airline stewardess with SIA. Our families were quite close and we used to go for dinner and outings together. Just like me, John was surprised and upset with my divorce. He spent most of his free time consoling me and telling me it is better for me in the long run. We used to spend countless hours in the evenings at MacDonalds East Coast Parkway talking. I really appreciated his friendship. We would talk about a lot of things but nothing related to my divorce. I suppose he was trying his best to get my mind away from that sad episode. Our relationship was platonic but as time went on, I eagerly looked forward to spending time with him. In the beginning I didn’t really ask whether his wife objected to his spending most of his free time with me, but on one occasion, I did ask him. He shrugged it off saying that his wife understands my situation and she was away most of the time anyway.

As I said, up until that fateful evening, my friendship with John was platonic, but one evening, when we were in one of alfresco type coffee joints in Siglap, John asked me whether I thought of seeing someone new. At first I thought he was trying to introduce a friend to me. All along, we never minced words and I jokingly asked John if he had a good looking man who is available and who could satisfy me in bed that he could introduce to me. John laughed at my remark and said that I am a woman and a woman has her needs, just like a man has his needs. Moreover, it must have been quite lonely for me. On hearing what John said, all of a sudden knots began to form in my stomach and there was an umistakeable warmth emanating from my lower region. I looked John in the eye and did something I had never done before. I took John’s right hand and gently squeezed it. I thanked him for all his help during the past months but I told him I did not think it was time for me to find another man. John then took both my hands and caressed them. He said nevermind and added that if I needed any help, he would help me.

After our coffee, it was getting late, I think it was around 9.30 pm. I wanted to go home. John suggested that since it was a nice evening, why not we go for a walk a Bedok Jetty. I agreed and we went in John’s car. After parking the car, we started the short trek from the car-park to the jetty. Those of you who are familiar with the place would know that the path to the jetty, though lit, is not very brightly lit. As we were walking, I could not get rid of that feeling I had at the coffee joint. My mind began to wonder so much so that my legs were a bit wobbly. I then did something that would forever change my relationship with John. I held his hand as we were walking. As I held his hand, I was embarrassed and dared not look at John. I did not know how he would react. Much to my surprise, he took my hand and put it around his waist. With his other hand he put it across my shoulder and pulled me closed. At that time, the feeling inside me is impossible to describe. It felt like we were courting each other like teenagers. The warmth I felt in my lower region began to grow and my legs became even more wobbly. As we walked, I put my head onto his shoulder.

The walk to the jetty is not very long. I wished it would not end. The jetty was more brightly lit than the path and as we reached the jetty, I disentangled myself from John. We walked to the end of the jetty where there were some people fishing. One of them was fishing for cuttlefish. I leaned over the railing to for a closer look. Both my hands were on the railing supporting myself. John was beside me. He than wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. With the wind blowing and John’s body next to mine, I pushed my body even closer to John’s. There were not many people at the jetty that evening. We stood there body to body for about 5 mins. Just then, the person manning the pole and net plunged his net into the sea and pulled it up. We could see that there was a cuttlefish inside the net. I turned to John and said something like this is a lot of work just to catch a cuttlefish. John looked at me and smiled. Our faces were only centimeters apart and as continued to look into his face, he planted a quick kiss on my lips. I guessed he was as nervous as I was. He smiled. I smiled back and kissed him back. This time, the kiss was longer and the tips of our tongues touched. The feeling was immense. We broke off the kiss and I snuggled even closer to John.

After about 10 mins, John suggested we go for a drive. We then walked back to his car. This time, I cast off my inhibitions and held his hand tightly as we took the walk back down the path. Back in his car, John asked where I would like to go. I said I left it to him. He smiled and said he knew a quiet place. He then got back onto the ECP in the direction of the airport. He took an exit that leads to Changi Coast Road. This road is a long road leading to the cargo complex. About half way, he turned into a side road on the right that had no markings. It was not lit and the road is not really a road. He drove for a short while and parked his car under a tree.

To be continued….

[svs_hire]

solid story u got there....it me me feel hot....

[like2cum]

bro svs

are you the lead john in the story?

[Connie]

Continued

By then, there was no doubt in my mind what would happen next. John drives a Camry, which is fairly spacious. He leaned across and kissed me. I reciprocated by opening my mouth and offering him my tongue. Our lips were locked and our tongues were intertwined. He offered me his tongue, which I nibbled at and sucked. I offered him my tongue and he did the same. He moved his hands to my waist and tried to pull me closer. He began to caress my waist, moving towards my lower back. I arched myself to allow him more room. His caresses moved towards my upper back and then toward my front, where he gently squeezed my breasts. I reciprocated by moving my free hand towards his thigh and started stroking it, moving slowly towards his groin. John then stopped caressing my breast and moved his hand to my waist. He slipped his hand under my T-shirt and gently caressed my waist. His hand then moved towards my upper back and started to unbuckle my bra clasp. After successfully unbuckling my bra, he moved his hand in front to caress my naked breast. As we petted like lovers, we looked each other in the eye and something unsaid was agreed. However, to make love in the confines of a car is not exactly my idea of how the inevitable would happen. As I moved my hand to his already hardened penis, I whispered into John’s ear that perhaps we should go to some place more comfortable. John laughed and said that it is indeed not convenient. He understood what I meant and said he knew just the place. We then disentangled ourselves and my arranged my clothes back. John started his car and we went off.

John drove quickly to Marine Parade Road. There he turned into Paramount Hotel. He parked his car and told me to wait in the car. About 5 minutes later, he returned and said he had booked a room. I was a bit apprehensive, after all, Paramount Hotel isn’t what you people would call a budget hotel for sexual trysts. We walked up the ramp and to the elevators. This time, we did not hold hands. As we took the elevator up, we remained quiet and honestly, I was at a loss for words, not having done this before.

We reached the room and John opened the room. He held the door for me to go in. I stood in the room’s doorway, not knowing what to do next or what I should do next. John came in and locked the door. He came up to me and hugged me. I was so relieved that he would make the first move. We started kissing standing in the doorway. As we locked lips, we moved slowly to the bed and sat down. With his arms around me, John pushed me down onto the bed and we continued kissing. This time, with both hands free, John started to roam his hands all over my body. I knew I was wet down there and clenched my legs tightly. John gently nudged my legs apart and began to rub his palm up and down my vagina through my jeans. I was past being modest and moved my hand to John crotch feeing his hardened penis. Slowly but surely, we began to remove each other’s clothing. The zipper to my jeans was drawn down, my T-short was removed, my bra was removed and slowly, my jeans were taken off, leaving me with only my panties. I too was busy removing John’s clothes, leaving him with only his underpants. We were locked in each other’s arms for what seemed eternity. John alternated between kissing me to sucking my breasts and fingering me through my already wet panties. I was also busy running my hands up and down his penis through his underpants.

Finally, we removed the last bits of clothing and both of us were in our birthday suits. I told John to turn off the room lights. He said he would but wanted to take a shower with me first. We then went into the bathroom. As the water flowed, we lathered each other, washing each other’s bodies. Needless to say, particular attention was paid to our genitals. As we rinsed off, John would steal kisses on my lips and suck on my breasts, which I gladly offered to him. After rinsing me off, he then knelt down in the bathtub and started to kiss my stomach, moving south to my vagina. He tried to lick my vagina but with me standing up, there was some difficulty. I then moved one of my legs to straddle the rim of the bathtub to give him more access. He then began to nibble at my clitoris, which brought immense pleasure to me. I must have been moaning loud enough that the next door guests could hear me. A small climax came over me that caused me to shudder. John then stood up and we locked lips again. I then knelt down and took his penis into my mouth. I knew that John was already pretty high, so I did not suck too hard for fear that he would ejaculate too soon. I wanted this to be a long and pleasurable night. I did not anticipate how high John was. After taking his penis into my mouth, John began to moan loudly and I could feel his penis jerk in my mouth. I knew he was on the point of no return. I continued to suck on his penis gently and was rewarded with globs of semen rushing out of his penis into my mouth. I wanted to give John as much pleasure as possible and continued to suck. Although I am no stranger to sucking penis, I had never swallowed semen before, but looking up at John in the throes of pleasure, I decided to take the next step and started swallowing his semen. John was ejaculating non-stop and I was swallowing his semen non-stop. After he spent his seed, he knelt down and hugged me. I was overcome with joy and pleasure. We then kissed again.

After our short session in the bathroom, we laid on the bed cuddling each other, exchanging kisses. Our caresses continued and not long later, I could feel John’s penis begin to harden again. John moved from sucking my breasts to licking my vagina. I twisted myself so that I could get John’s penis into my mouth. We were locked in a 69 position. Having just reached a small climax myself and John ejaculating, we knew that we could give each oral pleasure without fear of each other reaching climax too soon. While John was busy nibbling on my clitoris and licking my vagina lips, I took John penis into my mouth and sucked hard. With my free hand, I was also squeezing his testicles. Our oral ministrations brought copious amounts of saliva onto each other’s genitals, so much so that I could feel that the bedsheet was soaked with our saliva, John’s pre-cum and my vagina juice.

After about 10 minutes locked in that position, we disentangled. By then, my vagina was aching for John’s penis. I straddled him and inserted his hardened penis into my vagina. There was absolutely no fiction at all and I could take his penis in all the way. I began my rocking motion, making sure I rubbed my clitoris against his penis every time I rocked. As I rocked, we kissed and both of us were moaning loudly. John then pushed me up and began to suck my breasts. He then moved himself to the edge of the bed and sat up. His penis was still inside me and we assumed what I think is a sitting position. I could feel this penis all the way up my vagina and the warmth of his penis inside my vagina was giving me tremendous pleasure. We kissed and kissed, tongues lashing out at each other.

After a while, John twisted me onto the bed and he adopted a missionary position. I spread my legs and locked my calves around his legs as he began to pump me. As he continued to pump away, I could feel another climax coming. My fingers dug into his back and I moaned. I could sense that John was also on the verge of ejaculating and I thrust my vagina even more. I was the first to reach climax and shuddered uncontrollably. John too reached his climax and started to ejaculate his semen inside me. We held each other even closer and stated kissing voraciously, hugging each other tightly. The pleasure I got is indescribable. It had a good couple of months since I had sex and all the pent up frustration were all let out that night in a hotel room with someone close to him and who had helped me get through the worst period of my life. After achieving climax, we laid in the bed, holding each other, glowing in the aftermath of one of the most satisfying sessions in sex I ever had.

Next installment – how I was deflowered anally.

[rustydickie]

hi! nice to know that there are sisters who are willing to share their experiences with us. hope we don't have to wait too long for the next few chapters.....

[sToNeCoLd]

Hi Connie,

I was deeply impressed with your courage stepping out here to share with us your little exploits and experiences.

I must admit it was very well penned and Stoney has never look forward to anyone sex FRs here thinking some of those posted here are pretty mundane & bland. Well, yours has indeed makes me sit right up and look forward to your next contribution. Mmm..keep up the good work with your tantalising FR for our reading pleasure.

Cheers and thanks for sharing!!

[ken_v2]

well done! i am sure it took you a lot of considerations and courage to post your experience here. thanks for sharing

[Shuang_Jie_Gun]

nice story Sis Connie,drives my sex drive up another level.

[techienator]

thanks for sharing sis.. u sure can make our bros hard here.. waiting for the next instalments..

[Connie]

In this next post, I will let you know how I was deflowered anally.

Ever since that evening with John, my sex life took a tremendous leap. In the next 2 months or so, we saw each other about 4 times a week and had sex at least once a week. Every single session left us both exhausted and wanting for more. Almost everyday, I yearned for my next meeting with him. If we were not having sex, then we would be having dinner and I made sure he had enough crabs, oysters and the like. I also bought a bottle of Pharmaton vitamin supplements for him so that he can pop a capsule in the morning and one in the evening. I didn’t question John about his sex life with his wife. I did not want to venture into that territory because I did not want John to have any idea that ours was anything more than a pure sexual relationship. Having gone through a divorce myself, I had absolutely no intention of getting John into such an unpleasant episode. I suppose John had the same thoughts as I, he did not mention his wife when we met. I intended to keep our relationship purely sexual and nothing else.

Our sexual encounters still took place in the hotels in the east, ranging from Paramount to the budget hotels in Joo Chiat. Whenever I went into one of those budget hotels, I imagined myself being stared at, people must be wondering why a reasonably good looking middle age man would be paying for sex with a middle age Eurasian lady that will not turn heads. Little did they know. Our sexual encounters also took another twist. I would go out of my way to buy sexy lingerie to spice up things. On one occasion, John bought a vibrating condom that left me pleading mercy with him. That is, however, the subject of another story.

One evening, after a simple dinner at the Eastcoast Parkway seafood centre, we checked into Fragrance Hotel in Joo Chiat. As usual, once inside the room, we started kissing and groping each other like long lost lovers. After removing our clothes, we went for our usual shower where we took pains and pleasure to clean each other up. This time, when John was washing my back, he slipped his hand in-between my buttock cheeks and started to fondle my vagina from behind. I enjoyed myself so much that I arched my back towards him so that he could have more access. He then surprised me by moving from my vagina to my anus and began to rub my anus from the outside. The feeling was different. On the one hand, it was good, on the other, I didn’t think it was hygienic. But, he seemed to be enjoying himself and I let him continue.

On the bed, we started with our usual 69 position that we both enjoyed the most. He was giving me tremendous pleasure nibbling at my clitoris and licking my vagina lips. I was concentrating on sucking his penis and playing with his testicles. A thought then occurred to me and with my free hand, I wetted one finger and started to rim his anus. John started to fidget and laugh. He said since return was fair play and stuck his head down further and used his tongue to rim my anus. I wanted to stop him telling him it is not hygienic, but he would have none of it and continued rimming my anus. The feeling was good although that meant my vagina was unattended and yearning for John’s tongue. This went on for a while, during which time, I felt John use his finger to rim my anus. He also started to poke at my anus with his little finger. I never had anal sex before although I have read about it. I wanted to stop John but in my deep recesses, I also wanted to experience anal sex. After a while, John used a bit of force and managed to insert the tip of his little finger into my anus. In the beginning the feeling was uncomfortable. I guessed John knew my discomfort and started to lick my vagina while at the same time fingering my anus. The attention to my vagina brought some relief and distraction and in no time, John’s little finger was in my anus up to the third joint. This continued for a minute or two by which time, I told John I wanted him inside me.

I straddled John and inserted his hardened penis inside my vagina. I rocked and rocked and not long later, I reached my first orgasm. The bed was wet with our love juice. John flipped me over and inserted his penis into my vagina. He laid still for a while knowing that I had just reached orgasm and needed a short while to recuperate. We kissed and not long later John started his pumping action. As he continued to pump, I arched my back to match his rhythm. This continued for another few minutes. Whenever John stopped pumping into me, we would kiss and he would suckle at my breasts. John then withdrew his penis and flipped me over on my stomach. He pulled my waist up and inserted his penis into my vagina, doggie style. I went up on my knees to make it easier for me. With his free hand, he squeezed and teased my nipples. Then, his hand moved to my buttock to finger my anus. This time he managed to insert the tip of his index finger into my anus. I was being penetrated in both my lower orifices. The penetration of my anus caused some discomfort but that was mitigated by his continued thrusting into my vagina. I could feel that John was almost the point of no return and was about to ejaculate into my vagina, but all of a sudden he stopped. He then asked me if he could insert his penis into my anus. I was so high then that even if he wanted to make love to me in the corridor of the hotel I would have agreed. But I told him I had never experienced that before. He assured me he would be gentle and if I felt too much discomfort he would stop. I agreed and pleaded with him to be gentle. He then placed his penis at my anus and began to insert it slowly. At first it was painful and I had to clench my teeth to prevent me from shouting out loud. But as he continued to penetrate me, the discomfort began to dissipate. Soon, about half his penis was in my anus and he started to thrust in and out. With one of his free hands, he also started to finger my vagina. That helped. I suppose it must have been the friction because less than a minute after he penetrated my anus, he ejaculated. Funnily, I didn’t really feel his semen shoot out, unlike the feeling of hot semen inside my vagina. After ejaculating, he pulled out his penis and we cuddled. Later, I saw that there were some blood stains on the bedsheet and I guessed it must have come from a tear of my anus. My anus felt sore and I had an urge to go shit.

That was how I got my anus deflowered. I didn’t really enjoy anal sex and subsequently I told John about it. He said he was sorry and promised not to do it again. He also said he should have brought along a lubricant so that it would have made things easier for both of us. I laughed at his suggestion.

I suppose some people fancy anal sex and I would be the first to admit it is something different. I guess one has to experience it to see if on enjoys it. For me, I prefer a hardened penis in my mouth or vagina anyday then one in my anus.

Next installment concerns my first lesbian encounter.

[seowqj]

to be continue???

[pumperjack]

Good work Connie!

Jack

[Connie]

In this installment, I shall describe my first ever lesbian encounter.

Sex with John had been good and fulfilling, but sex isn’t everything and I had my own work. I also had a small circle of lady friends, one of whom I was quite close to. I shall call her Sally. Sally is in her early 30’s and a spinster. She is not unattractive but I have never seen her go out with guys. I have known Sally for about 2 years. She works in a multinational company as a confidential secretary. Sally is Chinese, about 1.5m, about 45 kg and has a slim body. Her chest is flat, at most A cup breast.

Sally and I contact each other regularly and although she knows about my divorce, she does not know about John. I suspect she knows I am seeing someone frequently, but she does not know who and had never asked me about it. We have dinner about once or twice fortnightly, usually at Pizza Hut in Parkway Parade.

One evening, after I had another round of satisfying sex with John the nite before, I had dinner with Sally. She was not her usual chirpy self and kept quiet during dinner. I asked her if she was having problems and is there anything I could help. She just said it is her problem and I wouldn’t understand. I pestered her to no avail. After dinner, sensing that she was not in a good mood, I offered to share a cab with her and send her home first. Sally lives in Tampines in a 5 room flat together with her mother. Her father is deceased and all her other siblings are married and have their own homes. We hopped onto a cab and not long later, we arrived at her block. Sally asked if I would like to go up and chat for a while. I agreed.

It turned out that her mother had taken a short holiday with her friends to China. Sally was living alone for the next week or so. Sally’s flat is spacious and simply decorated. Her living room is separated from her dining room with one of those Chinese foldable panels. She occupies the master bedroom.

It was a humid evening and Sally invited me into her bedroom where there is an air-conditioner. I didn’t think anything about it then as I had been to Sally’s place countless times before. Sally sleeps on a queen-sized bed and there is a television in her room. Sally said she wanted to take a shower and that I could take one too if I liked. I said I was fine and told her to go take her shower first. She then began to undress in-front of me. Off came her blouse and skirt. I saw that she was wearing a lacy black bra and matching black bikini panties. She asked me if she looked good in her underwear. I said she looks fine. She asked if I thought her breasts were too small or that her hips were too wide. I told her that her slim built matches her breasts and that her hips were also proportionate. She said she wished her breasts were fuller and on that note, she removed her bra right in-front of me. Her breasts though small and relatively flat were nicely shaped and sported light brownish nipples. She then went into her attached bathroom but did not close the door. I was seated on the bed and from where I was sitting, I saw her removing her panties before getting into the shower.

After 10 minutes or so, Sally came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Silently, she went to her wardrobe and pulled out a nightie and slipped it on. Her nightie was low cut and length-wise went down to her knees. I saw that she did not bother with any underwear. She then went about applying lotion to her hands and legs and every time she bent down to get something, I could see all the way to her navel. Talk about down-blouse views. All this while, we were just making small talk, eg, this type of lotion is good for the skin, would you like a cup of water, etc.

After performing her rituals, Sally sat down beside me on the bed and asked if I wanted to watch television. I said there was nothing nice to see on TV. I then asked her again what was troubling her during dinner and was there anything I could help her with. Sally’s mood suddenly changed and I could see that she was sad. From out of no where, she hugged me and started to cry. I hugged her back and tried to comfort her. I asked her what the problem was. She said she felt terrible. I pestered her to tell me what came over her. We stopped hugging and Sally began her story.

We were sitting very close and our thighs were touching. Sally held my hands and looked me in the eye. To make the story short, she then revealed to me that she is a lesbian and she had just broken up with her lover. I may not be a purist but learning that Sally was a lesbian was indeed a surpise. I then knew why I had not seen Sally with other guys before. As she related her story, which shall remain confidential, I began to empathize with her. Whoever one may be in love with, or having a relationship with, whether guy or gal, breaking up is something hard. My divorce was a living example and I was fortunate to have had John. I then asked Sally if there was anything I could help her with, but Sally said I wouldn’t understand. I felt for Sally and in a show of friendship I pulled her towards me and hugged her. She placed her head on my shoulder and we stayed in that position for a few minutes silently. Sally was still sobbing and I gently stroked her head. I then did something that perhaps I should not have done. I kissed Sally’s forehead. It was more of a friendly peck than anything erotic or intimate. After kissing her forehead, Sally turned her head and kiss my neck.

Sally’s kiss on my neck brought a shiver to me. I have no experience with lesbians and the thought of another female kissing me on my neck should have caused me to shy away. But, the feeling was pleasant, not unlike John’s kisses on my neck and ear lobes. Not only did I not shy away, I hugged Sally even tighter. I didn’t think very much about my actions then as I merely wanted to comfort a good friend.

Sally’s kisses on my neck continued, from just below my ear lobe down and sideways to below my chin. She then straightened up and place a peck on my lips. After she had done that, she gave me a smile that melted my heart. It was a sweet innocent smile that meant more than words can say. I looked at her and smiled back. Sally then gave another kiss on my lips and this time, her lips parted to allow her tongue to lick my lips. I did not know what came over me then because I too opened my lips and the tip of my tongue met hers.

To be continued

[@h-BeN]

Nice.... Thumbs up !!

[friendlysgdave]

Your stories gave a different twist to the stories here. It is great to hear something from a woman's perspective.