soul mate = older, married colleague... sigh!

[conundrum]

then came the wait....

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During the next week, our lust was barely containable, particularly with us in such close proximity in the office.

I couldn’t work, period. I found myself walking past her cubicle several times each hour just to get a scent of her perfume. I thought of following her into the ladies and consummating it all right there and then. This required frequent splashes of cold water to the face. Reality check: No, I wasn’t about to lose my job over an office scandal with my married colleague 14 years my senior!

But I could tell that she was having trouble keeping in together too. Her poor assistant bore the brunt of it! Already unfriendly in general, she became a tyrant – totally demanding and unreasonable. By the later part of the week, Daphne, Monica’s assistant was on MC!

Months later during pillowtalk, Monica told me that every lunchtime that whole week, she had driven home to pleasure herself thinking of what was about to happen…

[conundrum]

The installments are flowing guys and gals... Now how about some more REP POINTS???

[Power]

Originally Posted by conundrum

The installments are flowing guys and gals... Now how about some more REP POINTS???

Up yr pts already. Great writing. Keep it up.

[conundrum]

Thanks, Power!

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And then the call came. Steven Teo’s secretary asked Monica and I to go see him that evening. The date was Friday, June 22, 1999. We knew it would be good news, and it was. A huge new account.

There’s an emotional high that comes from making a big sale, knowing that your job and bonus is secure for at least another year. (Even today, I can have great sex with a boring woman immediately after getting a big deal... )

But on this day, the news, coupled with all our mental and physical lust bubbling under the surface all converged to create the Perfect Storm. Or as I call it, the Pinnacle. The sexual moment of *both* our lives.


Unlike our two earlier ‘dates’, events of the Pinnacle are actually quite hazy.

We went to meet Steven. He gave us the good news.

Riding that first high, we left together in my car and went straight back to my apartment.

We still hadn’t touched then. When we got to my apartment, I remember asking her if she’d like a drink, champagne, and she said exactly what I, too, felt.

“No, darling, we don’t need any.”

[KKHHLOVE]

Originally Posted by conundrum

“No, darling, we don’t need any.”

Up you liao. Fast fast continue leh.

[conundrum]

Originally Posted by KKHHLOVE

Up you liao. Fast fast continue leh.

Tks mate. Just tidying up the next installment in my MS word....

[conundrum]

So...

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And that’s when the nuclear fusion began. It wasn’t violent. It was remarkably slow and deliberate.

I first pulled Monica close, and our lips met for the very first time. Then our tongues touched and I was in heaven. The frenching must have taken ages before we even got to undressing each other.

I must say, her body was everything I fantasized it was. Slim but not muscular; round, pert breasts with no hint of sagging; pink nipples; well-trimmed bush; medium-sized butt and hips. Monica had a scar from a riding accident below right shoulder bone which I found most sexy – because totally ‘perfect’ unblemished women remind me of those air-brushed photos in magazines, which I find quite unappealing.

We must have made love touching each other for a good hour-and-a-half. Two or three times, I almost brought her to climax, but she made me stop, saying that she wanted us to climax together. Likewise, I had to employ serious willpower to hold off as I watched and felt Monica’s head bob up-and-down on me.

Finally, I paused, whispering that I would get the protection. To which she grabbed my arm and said pleadingly, “Darling, no… I need to feel you explode inside me. Whatever happens, we’ll deal with it later, ok?”


The moment of first entry was almost better than your regular plain vanilla orgasm. Suffice to say, Monica was more than sufficiently lubricated. And for the next 20 minutes we rose inexorably toward the Pinnacle of our sex lives.

I can’t describe it, the actual moment. History’s greatest poets and authors would fail miserably to bring justice to this kind of thing. All I can tell you, dear reader, is that the moment will never leave me, or her, and it’s what I’ll be thinking of in my last lucid minutes in this world…

If you’re lucky to have been there before, savour your own memories! If you haven’t, your imagination may get you halfway there…

[conundrum]

Epilogue
We spent the entire night together, of course, and later I did in fact break out the best vintage Krug for us to celebrate the afterglow. Her husband and kids were still away. Who really cares what the maid thought?

Our relationship continued for a whole year after the Pinnacle. To our credit, I don’t think anyone ever found out. It was relatively easy to hide, in any case. Monica’s husband was hardly in town. My apartment was always available. We would also schedule business meetings (never together) in various regional cities, and the other would quietly fly in on personal time. On average, we managed to see each other at least once a week.

We would always have pretty great sex, though if you get it so right the first time, you never quite reach the Pinnacle ever again…

And still it was much more than that. In that year, my great sexual pursuit became my great love. The sexual, intellectual and emotional chemistry was just so. Who would have thought it back in those first months at the bank?

I’ll say one thing about her marriage: There was never anything particularly wrong with it, no push factor that caused Monica to stray. Our one year together was all about a remarkable attraction between two souls.

So of course, it ended, as we knew it would have to. Monica’s husband got posted to New York, and she gave up her career and our affair for the life of a Connecticut tai-tai. It was wrenching for a while, but we move on.

I’m married now, as I mentioned before. It’s not the same, but then I never expected it to be. I also no longer work at that same bank. I console myself by saying that she’s pushing 50 now, for heaven’s sake. Can’t imagine being 36 and with a 50 year-old…

But actually I can.

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And that does it people. I enjoyed writing it, and from the comments, I guess some enjoyed reading it...

Thanks for the Rep Points. More are always appreciated.


Special thanks to my (ex-)boss, to Steven Teo, my headhunter, and the irreplaceable Monica...

Peace. Out.

[dieselX]

BRAVO !!! BRAVO !!! CLAP CLAP CLAP !!!!

Wonderful encounter dude....

[jdi813]

great account bro ...

[glenn553]

well done bro, nice story, points have been sent.

[STi-]

Wow... *clap* *clap* *clap* n1n1... good story... haha...

[ironmushroom]

Great Story ! just great ! must up your point !

[sg_boytoy]

Excellent account, descriptive, well structured and most importantly, completed the story within 2 days! A joy to read...

[conundrum]

ANNOUNCEMENT:

Inspired by the excellent stories that continue to appear in this forum, I am pleased to announce that production has begun on a new episode.

Stay tuned...