Unrepented
13-10-2009, 06:09 AM
Hi all,
I have been reading the threads in the forum and find it enjoyable. Sometimes having a good laugh at the humor of the members here, after a tiring day's work. So, I thought it would only be fair that I contribute my fair share for the enjoyment of others too. Please forgive me for my england which is a bit rusty from the recent years of staying in China.
The first few paras are the yadah yadah on the self intro and sets the background of the story.
Chapter 1
This is my first story or a series of episodes. I am a thirty something bachelor who has to travel overseas for work assignments on a very very frequent basis.
Customs officers commented that my passports "like a dictionary", because they have trouble locating the entry clearance stamp. (I do put post-it tabs but they fall off sometimes...)
Anyway, base on past teenage experiences till now, girls consider me above average in most faulties. And they say I have a very innocent boyish look; "If I murdered someone and hand myself over to the police, the police will die laughing from disbelief" that type...lah.
It has been quite a number of years since I started travelling, and all these years shuttling from Singapore, US, Europe and China. We buy technologies from the US and Europe, R&D and manufacture in China, and attend meetings back at HQ in Singapore.
As usual, I asked for feedback form during my flights, obtained the names, and gave a good feedback to the SIA air steward and stewardess. If by a stroke of a pen, I can contribute (however small) to a fellow salaried man/women's career, why not? So most of the cabin crew who flies that particular route knew me. Whenever I meet them, I just nodded with a smile. Social chat was kept to the minimial and I maintained my distance.
It all happened during one of my trips from Singapore to Shanghai. And usually,I choose my seat at the last two rows, center aisle, towards the tail end of the aircraft which is near the rear "kitchen" and toilet.
During this particular flight while I was trying to catch a nap, a middle-aged singaporean made continuous attempts to chat with a particular stewardess who I will address as Janet.
I have met this stewardess on several of my trips between Shanghai and Singapore. And on arrivals to singapore, I used to bum into her at the queue for Taxis.
My take on her age is about 24 years old. Janet has black shoulder length hair cropped like a chinese doll, looks abit like the hk actress "Vivian chow", porcelain white and healthy skin, about 1.65m tall, hour-glass figure, and a nice milkly white cleavage as testament of her firm 34-36C pear-shaped breast, the projection of the SIA girl image.
Much to our liking to think that all stewardess are bitchy, after all the stories from "someone". Janet was a contradiction of a bitchy sterotype. What strikes me was Janet's finese, elegance, non-pretentious disposition and hardworking attitude she consistently displayed on several flights.
Well, maybe because of her physical attributes and the sterotyping of air stewardess were the reasons that the middle-aged singaporean male whom I will address as "lao chee ko" kept pestering Janet at the rear kitchen; to reveal the name of the hotel that this cabin crew will be staying in Shanghai, duration of stay, the activities that Janet planned, etc.
And this "lao chee ko" kept boasting about his knowledge of china and shanghai city. And offered to bring Janet for a city tour.... (yeah, sure...and after the city tour....tour up her saron).
For my own amusement and curiosity, I wanted to see what the very thick skin "Bua Ya" looks like. So while sitted at the aisle, I just turned and looked into the kitchen while the curtain was up. The man was like cornering Janet towards the tail end of the aircraft.
At that split second, the man seemed to notice that I was looking, he froze for several seconds, face flushed with signs of embrassment...muted by guilt, I think.
Janet looked at me like a helpless and annoyed damsel trying very hard to hide her displeasure with arms folded in defense.
Sensing the embrassing state of the situation, I unbuckled the seat belt ..(I good boy or not?), stood up and discovered I walked like John Wayne towards Janet (backside abit cramp after three hours in the seat).
I stood behind the "lao chee ko", looked over his shoulders (luckily I am taller than him..he..he) and asked Janet to help me with the controls for the inflight entertainment at my seat. So she gladly followed me to my seat, half seated against the right arm rest, leaned forward and pretended to explain the controls of the gadget.
I whispered to her: "Tough and sticky.. huh?" Still pretending to teach me, she smiled, leaned closer towards me and whispered a gentle "Thanks". The scent of her was captivating, I could feel her body heat radiating from her face, neck and creamy bossom, probably the increase in body temperature was a product of the annoying situation in the kitchen.
And there is a God at 20,000 feet. We hit a sudden air turbulence.....:) half seated on my right arm rest with remote control in her left hand, Janet lost her balance and fell to her left, towards me.
Instictively, I grap hold of her left upper arm with my right hand, and tried to hold the front of her right shoulder with my left hand to prevent her from losing her balance.
Janet managed to extend her right hand and grabbed hold of the backrest of the front seat. And my left hand ended up holding on to her right waist and I pulled her towards me.
In this split second process, fingers of my right hand was compressed between the flesh of her left upper arm and the side of her left creamy breast.
And the back of her left forearm rested between my legs, her left hand still holding on to the remote control, pressed firmly on the seat in the space between my inner thighs. Luckily, missed my little bro just by an inch...phew.
Janets breast was just below my eye level. Though unintentional, I caught an eyeful of her semi naked creamy breast. In that down blouse position, her boobs were slightly hanging sideways and away from the confines of her black bra. Just mananged a fleeting glimpse of her right pinkish aroela.
Janets left forearm rubbed and banged against my manhood due to vibrations caused by the air turbulence. And my right hand though compressed by her firm delicious flesh, could feel the vibrations of her soft jucy glands in her left breast.
The back of my right hand and fingers were rubbing against the side of her heavy breast during these vibrations. The combinations of sensations reverberated through my whole being.
Her body heat, scent, rubbing of vibrating flesh.......didn't want it to end
The turbulence ended as sudden as it came. Janet stood up, her eyes looking away, whispered a soft gentle word of appreciation. And she proceeded down the aisle towards the cockpit, away from the kitchen.
I didn't know how the "lao tee ko" survived the air turbulence while standing at the back in the kitchen.
Finally, we landed in Shanghai - Hong Qiao airport.
Being the cool guy, I am always the last few to alight......
To be continue.
Please feel free to critic. Tks.
I have been reading the threads in the forum and find it enjoyable. Sometimes having a good laugh at the humor of the members here, after a tiring day's work. So, I thought it would only be fair that I contribute my fair share for the enjoyment of others too. Please forgive me for my england which is a bit rusty from the recent years of staying in China.
The first few paras are the yadah yadah on the self intro and sets the background of the story.
Chapter 1
This is my first story or a series of episodes. I am a thirty something bachelor who has to travel overseas for work assignments on a very very frequent basis.
Customs officers commented that my passports "like a dictionary", because they have trouble locating the entry clearance stamp. (I do put post-it tabs but they fall off sometimes...)
Anyway, base on past teenage experiences till now, girls consider me above average in most faulties. And they say I have a very innocent boyish look; "If I murdered someone and hand myself over to the police, the police will die laughing from disbelief" that type...lah.
It has been quite a number of years since I started travelling, and all these years shuttling from Singapore, US, Europe and China. We buy technologies from the US and Europe, R&D and manufacture in China, and attend meetings back at HQ in Singapore.
As usual, I asked for feedback form during my flights, obtained the names, and gave a good feedback to the SIA air steward and stewardess. If by a stroke of a pen, I can contribute (however small) to a fellow salaried man/women's career, why not? So most of the cabin crew who flies that particular route knew me. Whenever I meet them, I just nodded with a smile. Social chat was kept to the minimial and I maintained my distance.
It all happened during one of my trips from Singapore to Shanghai. And usually,I choose my seat at the last two rows, center aisle, towards the tail end of the aircraft which is near the rear "kitchen" and toilet.
During this particular flight while I was trying to catch a nap, a middle-aged singaporean made continuous attempts to chat with a particular stewardess who I will address as Janet.
I have met this stewardess on several of my trips between Shanghai and Singapore. And on arrivals to singapore, I used to bum into her at the queue for Taxis.
My take on her age is about 24 years old. Janet has black shoulder length hair cropped like a chinese doll, looks abit like the hk actress "Vivian chow", porcelain white and healthy skin, about 1.65m tall, hour-glass figure, and a nice milkly white cleavage as testament of her firm 34-36C pear-shaped breast, the projection of the SIA girl image.
Much to our liking to think that all stewardess are bitchy, after all the stories from "someone". Janet was a contradiction of a bitchy sterotype. What strikes me was Janet's finese, elegance, non-pretentious disposition and hardworking attitude she consistently displayed on several flights.
Well, maybe because of her physical attributes and the sterotyping of air stewardess were the reasons that the middle-aged singaporean male whom I will address as "lao chee ko" kept pestering Janet at the rear kitchen; to reveal the name of the hotel that this cabin crew will be staying in Shanghai, duration of stay, the activities that Janet planned, etc.
And this "lao chee ko" kept boasting about his knowledge of china and shanghai city. And offered to bring Janet for a city tour.... (yeah, sure...and after the city tour....tour up her saron).
For my own amusement and curiosity, I wanted to see what the very thick skin "Bua Ya" looks like. So while sitted at the aisle, I just turned and looked into the kitchen while the curtain was up. The man was like cornering Janet towards the tail end of the aircraft.
At that split second, the man seemed to notice that I was looking, he froze for several seconds, face flushed with signs of embrassment...muted by guilt, I think.
Janet looked at me like a helpless and annoyed damsel trying very hard to hide her displeasure with arms folded in defense.
Sensing the embrassing state of the situation, I unbuckled the seat belt ..(I good boy or not?), stood up and discovered I walked like John Wayne towards Janet (backside abit cramp after three hours in the seat).
I stood behind the "lao chee ko", looked over his shoulders (luckily I am taller than him..he..he) and asked Janet to help me with the controls for the inflight entertainment at my seat. So she gladly followed me to my seat, half seated against the right arm rest, leaned forward and pretended to explain the controls of the gadget.
I whispered to her: "Tough and sticky.. huh?" Still pretending to teach me, she smiled, leaned closer towards me and whispered a gentle "Thanks". The scent of her was captivating, I could feel her body heat radiating from her face, neck and creamy bossom, probably the increase in body temperature was a product of the annoying situation in the kitchen.
And there is a God at 20,000 feet. We hit a sudden air turbulence.....:) half seated on my right arm rest with remote control in her left hand, Janet lost her balance and fell to her left, towards me.
Instictively, I grap hold of her left upper arm with my right hand, and tried to hold the front of her right shoulder with my left hand to prevent her from losing her balance.
Janet managed to extend her right hand and grabbed hold of the backrest of the front seat. And my left hand ended up holding on to her right waist and I pulled her towards me.
In this split second process, fingers of my right hand was compressed between the flesh of her left upper arm and the side of her left creamy breast.
And the back of her left forearm rested between my legs, her left hand still holding on to the remote control, pressed firmly on the seat in the space between my inner thighs. Luckily, missed my little bro just by an inch...phew.
Janets breast was just below my eye level. Though unintentional, I caught an eyeful of her semi naked creamy breast. In that down blouse position, her boobs were slightly hanging sideways and away from the confines of her black bra. Just mananged a fleeting glimpse of her right pinkish aroela.
Janets left forearm rubbed and banged against my manhood due to vibrations caused by the air turbulence. And my right hand though compressed by her firm delicious flesh, could feel the vibrations of her soft jucy glands in her left breast.
The back of my right hand and fingers were rubbing against the side of her heavy breast during these vibrations. The combinations of sensations reverberated through my whole being.
Her body heat, scent, rubbing of vibrating flesh.......didn't want it to end
The turbulence ended as sudden as it came. Janet stood up, her eyes looking away, whispered a soft gentle word of appreciation. And she proceeded down the aisle towards the cockpit, away from the kitchen.
I didn't know how the "lao tee ko" survived the air turbulence while standing at the back in the kitchen.
Finally, we landed in Shanghai - Hong Qiao airport.
Being the cool guy, I am always the last few to alight......
To be continue.
Please feel free to critic. Tks.