where i first saw niNa

anyone want to make a guess where this place is? and no, that's not me sitting beside the tree. neither is that niNa. haha

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franc0: yes if you allow me to. and if you’re alone wherever you are now.

niNa: im at the office right now eh.... kakabitin naman kwento mo

franc0: im in the mood, right? and your pms are very much adding to it. you feeling the same?

(please go back to chapter j : http://of-love-and-lust.blogspot.com/2007/11/j-love-poem-to-my-sensual-barok.html )

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As we crossed Ayala Avenue she took my hand and put it on her pusi. She told me to pump it faster and deeper. She orgasmed in a short while. She asked again if I didn't want to go to my house or a motel. I looked at my watched and told her its nearly 3:30pm, the time she wanted to be back to her office. In a few minutes, we reached the front of her office building. A quick kiss on the lips and she left my car.

It sounds crazy, but that was exactly how it happened - as we had agreed on the phone what our Lust EB will be. I had to make love to her and I don't think she would have said no. In fact I think she suggested that we did. But it wasn't what we agreed to. That can come later on. We had in fact done more than what we agreed to - I licked her pusi but that I suppose was forgivable. One less brownie point for me?

She would be very appreciative of that day whenever we talked about it. Not only was it a first experience for her, it was the fact that we were able to control ourselves. She had appreciated that very much. And I did too. She was beautiful.

commercial break. from the movie, "The Postman Always Rings Twice"



jack nicholson and jessica lange's sex scene is one of hollywood's most talked about sex scenes. in this movie, lange is married and nicholson is trying to seduce her. most of the movie is about seduction with nicholson pursuing and lange resisting but in this scene, she finally gives in. you cannot have more intensity than this one, in effect giving the phrase "table clearing" a whole new meaning.

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Her hip movements became more regular and sharper. I knew she was getting closer to orgasm. I removed my finger from inside her and that made her open her eyes, she looked surprised, a bit confused why i took out my finger from inside her. The radio, although already turned down low was playing music that didn't contribute to the mood. I put it off completely. It was for the better as that isolated her screamlets, her breathing and mine. A quick push on the button to turn it off, then I moved my hand towards her breasts. I completely pushed her bra above her breasts and totally opened her blouse, I wanted to see her breasts without any obstructions. That was the real intent of my removing my finger from inside her. I wanted as much visual stimulation that I could get.

She was not touching me, it was just my finger that was in contact with her. The sensation that I had on my finger, the wetness and the shapes and contours of the insides of her pusi and her beautiful, almost naked body were the only libido stimulation I had. That was enough to give me a hard on. The visuals, the sensations on my finger and the knowledge that she was getting pleasured was doing it for me.

She seemed to have understood what I was doing - she gave me a smile, took the sides of her blouse, near the collar and hiked them over her shoulders perhaps to make sure they don't fall back together to cover her breasts. Then in a beautiful sight, she spread her legs as wide as she could, just like the way she spread her legs when she was on her webcam. Without me having to tell her, she seemed to have known I enjoy that. I remember there were times before that she would send me text while she is on the way home that later that evening she will spread her legs wide for me to make that evening real hot.

I paused for a few seconds, just looking at her from her eyes, down to her lips to her breasts and to her pusi. It was a bright afternoon and I could see her pusi lips were wet.

At that point we were on Leviste Street, along the small park on her side right across Starbucks and before the Makati Sports Club, I stopped the van. I quickly pulled up the hand break, released my seat belt, got out of my seat and knelt down at the space between our seats.

What I did was totally unexpected. The moment she realized what i was intending to do, she asked, "What the hell are you going to do? Are you sure you want to do that?" When she realized I was very determined to accomplish what I had already set into motion, she put her hand on the back of my head and said, "People might see us!". I was down there, I couldn't see her but I can imagine that when she said that, she must have looked out at the windows around us to find out where we were and to see if people can see us. I knew she saw that we were beside an empty park and with little vehicular traffic and just cars, no buses. I suppose she saw for herself that it was safe, then I saw her move her pusi closer to the edge of the seat to give me easier access, while saying, "Oh, please, do it. I've been wanting that....."

The aircon's cold air was now on my left cheek, I crouched even lower, then bent my head towards her pusi. I licked her pusi, quickly darted my tongue inside her. Tasted her wet on my tongue. In response to what I did, she put her left leg up on the seat. That movement made my tongue slide deeper into her. She gave more than screamlets now, i heard her yelp and moan.

I heard the honking of a horn. With her wetness on my lips and tongue and her smell on my face, I moved up and sat back on my chair. And drove away. I was shaking as I steered the van to turn left to Rufino Street. The honking horn was not for us, no one saw us. But it wouldn't have mattered. I was happy I tasted my virgin.

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i drove mostly close to the middle island side of the road because that made sure no one could see what we were doing. if someone happened to look down to inside the van from my side, the driver side, for sure she can be seen with her breasts out fully exposed, her legs spread while my hand caressing her between her legs. at that point in time, she was already completely oblivious of where we were and couldn't have cared less if anyone saw us. at the start, she was making small efforts at covering herself up, either pulling down her skirt or putting her blouse together but at that point, she no longer did that. no energy? too much lust? her blouse was almost fully open now and and her skirt almost completely up exposing her pusi. she used to ask me to stop what i was doing when i had to stop the car for a stoplight or when i get into a crawl because of the traffic, but that didn't seem to matter now. makati streets are quite narrow and vehicles are normally just inches away from each other. that was the situation we were in. but that didn't seem to matter to her anymore. at that point, the only thing that mattered was her desire for me to satisfy her. and that suited me just fine because i was consumed by a desire to give her pleasure.

i didn't tell her, but i thought a man saw what we were doing. he was riding a bus and i was always conscious of buses driving on her side as they had a direct view down to the window of the van. whenever i saw a bus come up to her side, i would either slow down to a crawl to let it overtake me or drive faster to outpace it. but those kinds of decisions i can do when i paid attention to the side view mirror. at that time i wasn't.

i was enjoying at watching my finger move in and out of her pusi. she had very sexy singit, it had no marks and it wasn't darker than the rest of her. it was so sexy looking at her fair skin and her pinkish pusi getting wet. i was enjoying all that when i saw this man inside the bus turning his head to look back at us when the bus he was riding sped by. i could see him straining to look back. i was almost certain he saw us as when the bus he was riding stopped and i gained on the bus, i saw his face again pressed on the window glass straining to get a look at the van we were in. when i saw that, i just stepped on the breaks and let the bus move ahead. i got loud horns blowing from the vehicles at our back because i stopped in the middle of the street. my virgin didn't notice that we stopped nor the loud horns that erupted when i did that. her screamlets filled the van, though lower in volume than the horns, i suppose that was all that she heard as she felt my finger go in and out of her.

for me, visual images add so much to the pleasure of it all. it's the reason i like mirrors and i suppose the same reason many motels have mirrors on the ceilings of their rooms. i could feel her wet pusi take my finger inside it, i could feel the wetness and the shapes of inside of her but the whole visual seeing my finger going inside her was adding a lot to it plus the movements her hips were doing. its seeing whats happening, how much she enjoyed it that pushed the sensation even more. i could see her moving at times desperately to get more of it, moving faster; at times in other directions, perhaps trying to get the most. she wasn't the type who spoke and said what she wanted, the screamlets pre-occupied her, but she was the type who moved to get what she wanted.

there is something very raw in seeing a woman spread her legs and move to get more pleasure. its not just a kind of surrender, its also an eloquent statement of wanting more, of not getting enough and at the same time of getting what is desired. its the small movements of adjustments, to the wild and sharp thrust. i could almost see the lines and waves her movements were making. i follow the movements as well as i go against it or move away from her movements. i follow her movements because that means i have hit a good spot. i go against her movement to accentuate pleasure that she feels. and i move away from her movements to tease her, to make her want more. it was strange that even though i could not concentrate too much on it, because i was driving and could not keep my eyes on her the whole time and they were really small movements but i saw all of it, like it was in slow motion, like someone was making a schematic drawing of it in front of me.

i wish we were not in the van. i would have watched her the whole time and take so much pleasure from doing that. it was very fitting that i saw all those movements of pleasure from her while we were in the van, also moving along the streets of makati.

"Making Whoopee"

"Making Whoopee", sang by michelle pfeiffer from the movie, "The Fabulous Baker Boys"

this is one of the sexiest rendition of the song ever and one of the sexiest dance routine, (and on a piano!) that i have seen in hollywwod movies.

thought i would put that here to set the mood for the blog. i miss making whoopee.

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during the time inside the van, we did a lot of LEB and a bit of LEB as we agreed we would do.

it was difficult to drive in the circumstance i was in. it was a good thing we were in a van and it was early afternoon, there was little traffic. long continuous driving is a plus in situations like these, few interruptions and less risk at being seen by others in other vehicles. the biggest worries are the vans, the buses and the trucks but less on the vans. vans are almost on eye to eye level but the buses and trucks being higher mean the passengers inside these vehicles can look down straight to my hand which was between her thighs.

the other difficulty is that it was tough for me to keep my eyes on the road. she was so beautiful. i wanted to look at her boobs, her nipples, her legs, her thighs, her pubic hair and her pusi. not only that, i wanted to watch my hand caress all parts of her. and specially i wanted to see the wetness on my fingers and how nicely it goes in and out of her.

i wanted to stop the car, even in the middle of the street because i wanted to hug her. i wanted my arms around her, and as i caressed her with my hand and fingers, i wanted to muffle her screamlets with passionate kisses, my tongue silencing her screamlets.

her screamlets drove me crazy, in a good way, they were so sexy. i have heard it on the telephone, but it was different live, it gave me much libido when it fills all the corners of the van. it wasn't really that loud but it felt like it was all over me. at the point with the level of libido i was in, all my senses were all intensified and fully alert.

she would move her hips as i put my finger inside her, as if asking me not to stop. every time i pulled my finger out from inside her, she would give out her screamlet as if to tell me do not remove it from inside. she now had both of her hands on the seat. i could see her lift her body up using her hands as fulcrum, she lifts her body up so she can maneuver her pusi to a level of more pleasure, as if she was looking for the right height and position to get the most pleasure from my finger. of course as she moved her hips, my finger got deeper in her. it got more wet. i wanted more.

it was hard to decide how i wanted it more - her eyes closed or her eyes opened. with her eyes closed, it meant she was able to shut our the rest of the world and allow her to forget we were riding in a van always in the verge of being seen by others. her eyes closed not only removed the nervousness, it also allowed her to concentrate on the pleasure that my finger and hand teleported to her pusi.

with her eyes open, i could see the anxiety, the hesitation and puzzlement. those are all good things. i felt she had hesitation , anxiety and puzzlement because she could not understand why she was giving in to the lust. it was her first time ever to allow a man remove her panty, unhook her bra, spread her legs, expose her boobs to be caressed by a man. she told me as much that she really could not understand why she was allowing this to happen. and on top of all that, there was the high risk of being seen by others. she felt like she became a different person. she didn't realize she had so much passion and lust inside of her that she allowed this to happen. not only allow it but enjoyed it so much that she would even rock her hips forward and backward to receive my finger and hand.

there is a rhythm and angle that gives a lot of pleasure in this situation. she was seated on a chair, and sliding the finger to go inside her in a certain angle will give her more pleasure than usual. aside from the added pleasure that the angle gave her, i also discovered that she would give her loudest and sexiest screamlet when i caress this specific part of her pusi inside her. not all women like being caressed there. but some when they like it gives them so much pleasure. when my finger entered her, i arched my finger upwards, making sure i hit the upper portion of her pusi where the uneven ridges were. there is a part inside a woman's pusi that had waves of ridges on them. when that was caressed, she gave the loudest and sexiest screamlets.

she was now moving without abandon and care. i knew she was ready to orgasm. as she was reaching it, she asked me if this was all that i wanted to do. i told her yes, it was what we agreed to. she kept rocking back and forth, her legs a bit spread out then asked me where my house was. i asked her why was she was asking that. she asked me if i didn't like to take her to my house to continue what we were doing. i knew what she meant, she wanted to make love but i played coy. i asked what will we do there. she told me, nothing just continue this and she said she wanted to give me pleasure too. i told her no, lets not do that. besides i told her you wanted to be back to your office at 3:30. and that i promised you we will only have an LEB.

she asked me if i wasn't turned on and if i didn't want her to pleasure me. i told her i was very turned on, but a deal is a deal. i wanted to follow it. with that, i moved my hand faster and concentrated on the ridges. she orgasmed.

that was how our Lust EB (1st LEB) went, just in the car, pleasuring her and making her cum. we had a lot of the first LEB and had a little of Love EB (2nd LEB) where we had a few, but sweet but intense kisses with our lips, our tongue and our hearts.

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i told her to keep her legs apart. she muttered others might see us. i told her, no, the tint covers us and we were moving, then i slid my hand again up between her thighs, she moaned, that screamlet of hers. when i heard that, i knew she wanted it as much as i did.

then she asked me, "what will you do"? i told her, we will only do what we agreed to, nothing more, nothing less. everything we did was what we agreed to. our LEB. i told her to close her eyes and enjoy it. to pay attention to nothing but my hand caressing her. she closed her eyes again and when she did i raised my hand up to her back, and unhooked her bra. she went stiff. she was not sure. but when my hand cupped her boob, she relaxed and started to enjoy it. again, i heard the screamlets. i had to stop he car, we reached the stoplight at buendia and ayala. i took my hand off her boob, i needed to shift gear. and i told her, touch your nipple for me, like how you did it when you were in front of the webcam. and she did. it was beautiful watching her. i started to have a hard on.

the stop light turned green, i put my hand on her thighs again. told her to keep touching her nipple for me while her eyes were still closed. then i moved my hand between her knees, and moved it all the way up to her crotch. i touched her there, she was wet. when i pushed harder, she gave a screamlet. then moved my hand up, over her undies, then slid my hand under it. i felt some of her hair. pushed it down deeper, felt part of her pusi.

then i took hold of her undies and pulled it down. she opened her eyes --- what are you doing? i told her, we agreed we will do this, you said you wanted it too. she looked around, put her arms to cover her exposed breasts. when she saw there were few cars, she closed her eyes again and i pulled down her undies. i tossed the undies to the backseat. when my hand returned to her, her legs were slightly apart. i slid my hand between her thighs, till my finger got wet. she gave a screamlet. i pushed deeper, she spread her legs. while my hand was there with her, getting it wet, we hit another stoplight. i needed to remove my hand again from her. i told her to touch her pusi. she did. that turned mo on even more.



she was saying in between her screamlets, she has not done this before and that she was very scared. while we were inside the car, she constantly worried we might be seen. she looked out the window, then i saw her put her legs together instantly - she told me that was the building where she works. hahaha

thought balloon in my mind - what are the chances that her officemates will be looking out the window down to the van right at the moment that we were in front of it?

i asked her, getting brave now - but do you like it?

she said she liked it a lot. the whole thing was making her even more horny. and just about that time, i needed to stop the car and there we were stopping for a few seconds right outside her office - her undies at the backseat and her legs slightly spread apart as she touched herself. i thought that was poetic!

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her hand was on the backrest, the other on the seat. she looked to her right, straight towards the street as i moved the car forward. i extended my hand and touched the back of her left ear, the back of my index finger. i started from the top of her ear, at the back then moved my finger down. i saw her body tighten up reacting to the sensation. she did not expect i would do that. from the top, i moved my finger down as if tracing a certain nerve that was running through the back of her ear, then moved my finger towards the back of her neck. when it hit the back of her neck, she pushed her shoulder up and pulled back her head that seemed to have sent extra tingles through her body, through that nerve.

as she moved her head, she turned towards me and saw that she had her eyes closed. i was hoping that meant she is now shutting off place we were in, the van and driving through ayala avenue traffic. being in a van, being higher than cars removes the danger of passengers of cars seeing what we were doing, but that also meant a bus load of people moving by her side will have an excellent view of it all. and the bigger risk are vans or small delivery trucks who would be exactly the same height as the van we were in and means an eye to eye level of what was happening inside the van.

her eyes closed, i thought would lessen the fear and being too conscious of what we were doing. lust works best in private. although a small amount of risk being seen by others add some intensity to it. the only worry was she was a virgin, mostly inexperienced and that could be a deal breaker or a deal maker to someone like her.

my finger which started at he back of her ear, passed to the back of her neck in my mind tracing the same nerve where i started caressing it, moved down to her shoulder and lower to the side of her boob where i can trace the shape of the cup of her bra that was holding her breast. i tensed up a bit as i felt and saw her tensing up too and move my finger under her bra signalling to her it wanted to reach her nipple inside the bra. as soon as i felt her body reacting to the anticipation, i move my finger down on her breast then moved it slightly lower and returned it up to cup her breast.

i heard her moan. only to be broken my my seeing her eyes open again, look around us and when she saw that we were moving freely through ayala avenue traffic. i saw that as she was feeling more comfortable that we could not be seen from the outside. i put my hand under her bra, to cup her breast, to feel her nipples reacting to my fingers. and her lips opening. i move mu hand on her knee, held one then pushed it away from the other to spread her legs apart. i felt resistance, she wasn't sure. she told me she was worried people might see us. to make her feel better, actually more turned on, i slid my hand between her thighs, up to her crotch. she felt my hand and she opened her legs. she looked at me. she told me, why am i letting you do this? and why am i doing it?

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when i was nearing glorietta, i sent he text "m near, be there in 5min. you?" she replied she was already at auntie ann's and asked if i wanted anything from the restaurant. i said, no, i don't want anything and if ever i wanted anything, i would get it when i reach her.

then she sent me text not to go down the car and she will just walk to where i was. and told me we can share a large lemonade. i said ok. and then i wondered, was she expecting we will get that thirsty? haha

i was just reaching the exit of glorietta near CPK when i thought that was her. i have seen her on the webcam but you can never tell. she was prettier than what i saw on the webcam. i had asked her to wear a skirt. i go crazy on nice legs in mini skirts. haha. and there she was, in a black mini skirt and a white blouse. just to make sure, i called her cellphone to see if i was right. it was her, she answered the call. i told her i had a dark blue van. and apologized for bringing a van because my car at that time was not allowed in the streets because of the number coding.

when she got into the van, we did exactly what we agreed we will do. she sat down on the chair, set the lemonade on the cup holder. she spread her legs, reached for me, and i kissed her first on the forehead, then her cheek, held her hand, then drove away from glorietta.

i put my hand on her knee, she did not react. then slid my hand under her skirt, deeper into between her thighs, then slid my hand towards her crotch. she sighed. the stop sign. i stopped the car. she moved closer to me, i kissed her again on the cheek, then she turned and kissed me on the lips. without tongue, she was shy she told me. haha. i found that strange but enjoyed her soft lips just the same.

i could see it in her eyes, she felt a bit unsure, a mixture of anxiety of pleasure anticipation. this was my virgin, caught up in lust. unfamiliar territory for her but the feeling of pleasure was not, only greater as she knew she will feel a different kind of pleasure.

i asked her to turn towards me. it was a van with an automatic transmission, there was an empty space between our two seats and that was where she can place her feet as she faced me. thought balloon - bringing the van was a good idea after all.

she looked around, not at inside the van but the cars, jeepneys and buses around us. she asked if the people around us could see us. i told her no, the van is heavily tinted. i lied. hahaha. we can be seen from the outside, not much to the detail of how our faces looked like but just enough to see an a shape of a woman seated facing me. i just told her to face me. i told her to face me to make sure nobody recognizes her but actually it was more so that i could have better access to her.

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then it occurred to me auntie ann's is really not set up for two people on a date. it was too bright, too open and nothing about it was sweet, romantic nor sexy. it was almost hospital-like in wholesomeness. cold shower coming up?


playing innocent, i told her i wasn't very familiar with the place and asked if they serve coffee and if they had comfortable chairs to sit in for hours. i told her, and this was truthful, i was only familiar with auntie ann's in robinson's galleria and all i did there was buy just take-out. auntie ann's food was not the sit down lounging type of food. she told me she was thinking we can just meet there and go some place else. alarm bells rang in my ears! well the good alarm bells, not the bad ones.

quick flash in my mind, what the hell is the ending number of my car and what day is it tomorrow? i wasn't sure but it looked like having a car tomorrow will be very important to our LEB or LEB. then i realized, and that put a frown in my face, my car had a plate ending of 3 and tomorrow was a tuesday! not a good a day to meet. oh well, it looked like i would be forced to use the van, it had a plate number ending at 8.

i asked her with all the tone of the innocent and decent - where will we be going after we meet? she told me that she wanted to meet for a longer time but she didn't have much time tomorrow. she needed to be back to work at least late afternoon, she will just have a long lunch and stay late in the office to finish what she was doing. and she couldn't wait anymore, she needed to see me.

i felt the same way actually. the SOP we have been having was just getting too heated up already. we were enjoying each other so much that it has reached a point of no return, actually a point where we needed to move forward. it sort of has reached its limit, we were enjoying each other to the point that its getting pretty close to be at the brim of pleasure and joy.

she told me that hearing my voice always gave her tingles that travel across her body. my voice and the things i tell her to do has become almost like a physical touch to her. she no longer hear and imagine them, she feels them already. the natural, well actually the demand is to meet and feel the pleasure physically. she told me she felt the pleasure of lust that i give her in her mind. she needs, both of us, i also feel it, that we needed to feel the pleasure of our flesh in contact, moist lips together, moans in close proximity and orgasm pouring out of me, out of her.

then i saw her hand move up to her breast, slid her hand on the side of her tank top arm home then touched her nipple. under the blouse she was wearing, i could discern three of her fingers caress her nipple. through the material, i could see her nipple getting more erect. the colors on my laptop intensified, or was it just my breathing getting louder that it painted my laptop brighter and the visual of her caressing her nipple became very clear.

i asked, "will you let me do what your hand and fingers are doing to your nipple?" then the monitor in front of me blinked dark brown, then black, movements on the webcam and when the webcam regained its focus - she placed the webcam higher, most likely on top of her monitor pointing downwards. i can now see her breast, still with the tank top but i could see her shorts.

then she typed quickly on her keyboard: "plug your headset, i want to talk to you."

damn, where is that headset? found it a few seconds. then shit! two colors - pink and green, what color is for the sound and what is the color for the the mic. i couldn't read anything, too small, just symbols. then where the hell are the holes. i needed to bend my neck and crane down to the side of my laptop to see what plug is supposed to fit into what hole.

finally ready, she told me what we will do when we meet. well she first asked me what i wanted. i had to be honest and told her the pleasures i wanted to make her feel when we meet. and he pleasures i was expecting to feel with her. as we were talking about these things, she stood up, removed her shorts then pulled down her undies. she sat down again, she had a very tight trim, then spread her legs.

after a few more minutes of talking, we agreed, we will have an LEB, the second one mostly, with a little of the first LEB.

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the virgin was a very different woman from my sensual barok, niNa. very different in many ways. the virgin was much younger than niNa but she was more mature and more stable emotionally. well, i don't actually know their exact ages, but i could tell that niNa was older.

not that i thought that was how it was, but this instance told me that having a lot of sexual experiences and posting many of them in the threads does not make one smarter or more mature than someone who is a virgin. we think of virgins as innocent and we often forget that they are only virgins or inexperienced in sex but could be a very different story in all other aspects of life outside of sex.

this quality i saw and enjoyed it with the virgin when we talked about our EB to SEB meeting.

the conversation started with an excellent punctuation, yes a punctuation in the beginning - she flashed me her boobs. and that in many ways had set the tone of our discussion. we were going in and out of serious discussions about it and making fun at each other about the flashing episode. once in awhile, i would tease her and ask her about showing me whats under her shorts. that was a bold suggestion on my part and could have backfired on me. but what the heck, we were into it and i needed to push the envelope further. she took it well, as part of the banter we had. she wouldn't budge on that request, though, haha.

we postponed talking about what will it be - an EB or an SEB, but we went on to discuss the other details of our meeting. she said the best was to meet near her office, at glorietta (way before it got burned) as that was near her office and she eats her lunch there. we would meet at auntie ann's. but she asked me to make a promise to take her back to her office before 3:30pm.

the choice of time of meeting and the length of the meeting time intrigued me. i thought it was deliberate on her part. the whole thing said it wasn't really a date. and it was during the day, so its safer, i guess? and taking her back to her office at 3:30 pm meant taking her to this particular place is out of the question. i smiled at how smart she is and how she was careful in her ways. she wanted it to go on, but "safe" for her and set it up in a way that i will not take offense from. i found that somewhat endearing.

the only part that i did not understand was meeting her at auntie ann's. what happened to starbucks, the usual meeting place? i wondered what special allure auntie ann's had for her.

strange as it was, after we met, i have to admit i have changed my views on auntie ann's. haha. i have now forever associated auntie ann's with her and all the other events of the day we met. haha. who would ever think of auntie ann's in the way that i did? auntie ann's for me is yummy, but now it's for a different kind of yummy. but enough of that for now, that can be for later.

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the last conversation we had was through text, thanks to globe's unlitxt20. i thought it would probably be better if we talked about our first meeting in a more personal way. she was not ready to give me her landline number at home. the SOP we have been having, she was the one doing the calling. i gave her my landline number and she would call. its always pre-arranged to make sure that i was the one who answers her call.

there seem to be many layers or levels in relationships which is true both for real life relationships and internet relationships as well. in the internet, we define these levels in terms of what we give up.

PMs is one level, that is more personal than answering each other in the public threads. then chat, then cell phone numbers, real names, home landline number, office name, office telephone number in that order. giving up of personal information are the signals for a change in levels of an internet relationship. that happens because its the internet, where we are the absolute guardians of the bits and pieces of our own personal information. the internet gives us total anonymity, the bits and pieces of personal information are the cloaks that hide who we are. giving up these bits of information is like stripping. the more we give them up, the more we expose ourselves. once we give up all the real bits of personal information, we are naked in the internet.

i hurried home. we agreed to chat that evening to talk about our EB or SEB. somehow, chat is more personal and real than sending text to each other. we have been chatting before but in this chat, we were there to discuss a specific topic. i wanted to be home early so that i can get everything that i needed to do at home out of the way that evening so we can be online for as long as it takes to come to an agreement. while we did not outwardly talk abut it, in the back of our minds, we knew it needed to be discussed. the range is almost limitless, it can be from the simple EB to the more complex SEB. then it occurred to me, is there an in-between?

we got online late at night. through text, she told me she wanted everyone in her house to be asleep. the computer was inside her room but her mom slept in the room next to hers and she was worried her mom might here us. it made me wonder - what? computer keys making sounds will wake up her mom who is in the next room to hers?

when we got online - she was in a tank top and shorts and holding a towel. did i forget to say she had a webcam? our version of talking more personal was that we would chat with the webcam, hers, for me to see her facial reactions to what we were talking about.

she had the towel with her as she just finished taking a shower. i was admiring everything about her. then i asked her if she was wearing a bra. she blushed and asked why did i ask. i told her my guess is she wasn't wearing one. she asked how did i know that. i told her that i could see her erect nipples covered by her tank top. hahaha

she blushed even more. told her it was ok and i was enjoying the view. told her i love sight seeing and that i'm a sensual tourist at heart. haha. i asked her if i can see them. she was puzzled at first. then she realized what i meant. she smiled at me, then pulled up her tank top to show me her erect nipples.

and on that tone, we talked about what we will do when we meet for the first time. it was a funny and nice conversation at the same time. we both knew we needed to talk about it, and we both knew we had to set limits. well, i did not want to set limits but she did. and that was fine by me. i wanted to her to feel most comfortable with it.

we agreed it will not be an EB. but it will not be an SEB either. we agreed, it will be an LEB. question is of the two types of LEB, what kind of LEB will it be?

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not that i did not want it. but when she asked for us to meet, it somehow surprised me. i was half expecting i would say it first, but it came from her first.

i don't want to use the terms as it might make it look trite and may sound like i'm trivializing it, the thought that came to me, but not in these exact words were --- is our meeting an EB or and SEB?

its a strange thing - the kind of reactions we have when we use terms and acronyms. acronyms and terms are very convenient to use because its easier to understand but i think a lot of the essence and substance are stolen from it when these are used. sure we met on the internet, and we had SOP (acronym!) and it seems proper that we use internet terms, but she was not an internet creature to me. she was a real woman. somehow using internet acronyms in some way lessens the real worth of who she is to me and the meeting that both of us longed to have. i am using it here, only because its the milieu.

i didn't want to rush it, i must have said something stupid to avoid talking about it or agreeing to it. its not that i said no, but i gave an answer that was a yes but it meant let's not set the date right now. it may sound funny, but i needed more time to think about it. i was also giving her more time to think about it.

we were already on a defined stage - we shared personal things about life and work, our lives. it is also already on an intimate level - it was sexual and sensual. although so far we had done it only on the phone, it was still a far removed level than just casual and benign hellos and hi.

i was not sure if it was only me who was thinking that way. i don't know how others feel about cybersex and SOPs. but for me, what we do in the internet is very similar to what we do in real life. relationships in the internet go through stages the same way it does in real life. in real life, the relationship you have with a person of the opposite sex changes dramatically, goes to a deeper level when you allow a man to touch your pussy and make you orgasm. while there may not be expectations still nor a stated commitment, the levels are different, they are just undefined.

at the stage we were in, the level of personal things we have shared and the sexual intimacy we have enjoyed with each other is NOT the kind of level in the relationship we will be having when we first meet for real. our first meeting in real life will not start at the same typical first meeting that happens in real life meetings. because of the intimacy we have had through the internet and SOP, we will be jump starting it. we will in effect have skipped a few levels. where that level is, i don't know. but i knew for sure, it will be different.

EB or SEB?

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then i heard loud sounds. after a few seconds, i heard her voice again. in a low tone she said sorry, she had dropped her cellphone. she said her legs were shaking very hard as she orgasmed and that the shaking traveled across her body. it was too much that she lost control of her hand and dropped her cellphone. i could sense in her voice she was shaking. she told me she is now curled up on her chair, her feet up on her chair, her knees on her chin her whole body curled up. she said she wanted to enjoy it and at the same time stop the shaking of her body.

she does not make herself cum often. not because she did not enjoy it but because she wasn't sure she was doing it the right way. also, it hurt when she put her finger inside her. she had never put her finger inside her because it hurt. she would just caress her clit, often using an open palm on her pussy and when she is very near orgasm, she would stimulate her clit. even clit stimulation was sometimes painful for her.

she told me this orgasm was different. it felt different. and the release she experienced was a different kind of pleasure. like it came from somewhere deeper inside her pussy. she told me it was my voice that made the difference and the idea that a man was making her orgasm. although she was the one touching herself, she imagined it was me touching her. she had her eyes closed the whole time but she felt my eyes were there watching her.

i talked in a low tone first because i was also turned on and the other is that i was in the middle of a mall. come to think of it, being lustful on a cellphone in a very public mall was a perfect match. that made me wonder if the other people i see in malls whispering to their cellphones the way i did were doing the same thing i did? haha

because i was using my cell, talked in a low voice and i even covered the mouthpiece with my left hand, she told me she could hear my breathing, the air i inhaled and exhaled. her eyes were closed the whole time and that pushed her imagination even more. she imagined that my face was on her pussy, watching closely what her hand was doing and that the air that she heard from my mouth was touching her there. that made the experience more complete for her. more real. more sensual.

lunchtime SOP sort of became our thing. it was the only time she can surely do it. she will text me in the morning and tell me to call her at 12:25 pm, just about the time when she had finished her lunch. we would do that often. almost all the time, she would set up the "appointment".

over time, we got our rhythm down pat to details. through the changes in our voice and tone, and the air we inhale and exhale that we can hear, we could tell at what level of lust we were in. i have learned to like her moans - girl-like screamlets (haha. little screams). i long for it. and this longing drove me to be better at what we did on the phone.

she often told me, "franco, i'm so into you.".

at a certain point, everything came to a high point that we could no longer contain herself. she asked that we meet.

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she had a different tone in her voice. it wasn't her speaking voice. it was just a "hello" that i heard, but i could clearly tell the difference. i said my "hello" but before i could say anything else, she spoke and told me that she had locked the door at her office, she unbuttoned her blouse, she had spread her legs wide and hiked her skirt all the way up and that she was squeezing her left thigh with her left hand to stop herself from touching her nipple. "i am waiting for you to come and enter my office and see how i am now. please come here, quick."

i was speechless. then i felt my heart pump a bit faster than normal and wondered how many cups of coffee i have had since that morning. i had wished i didn't drink that much as i didn't want my heart pumping too much now that it might shake my whole body.

i wondered what she was doing or what she was stopping herself from doing. then i remembered the SMS that i had sent her. she did as i had told her to do. and that gave me an idea as to what i was going to say to her.

"what do you want me to do when i go inside your office?"

"i don't know. you can do anything with me, i don't think i can resist you. tell me anything, i'll do it. i'm so into you, franco."

that was how it went. we played roles. i told her what to do, step by step and when to do it. she gave in to it. she was into it already and the foreplay we had was to delay as much as possible what she wanted to do in every stage.

there is a sequence you have to follow and certain questions you have to ask that she needed to answer. my first question to her was to describe the undies she was wearing.

then we proceeded to the seduction and the lust that at that time we shared. we were drinking from the same cup. i asked her a series of questions in between telling her what to do. answering my questions was a very important part of it. every answer she gave, pushed her deeper into it and unleashed a certain passion that was a build up to what her body wanted. her mind needed to want it first and when that's done, allowing her body to get what it aches for becomes more pleasurable.

at some point, it got so intense for her that on her she asked me if i would allow her to put one leg up on her table so that she could show me her wet undies even more. the visual image that got pictured in my mind was amazing - a woman on the phone, her blouse now fully unbuttoned, her bra lifted up to show her boobs, her nipples fully erect, her skirt pushed all the way up and one of her leg up on the table, that leg on the table would make her spread her legs the widest. it will also stretch her undies the most and with her very wet already, i could imagine i could discern the slightly vertical wetness on her undies, matching her pussy. with the stretched undies, i am sure i will be able to discern her pussy lips aching to come out. i closed my eyes to imagine it better. i got harder at the thought and the clearer visual picture in my mind.

i asked her to stand up. she was surprised i asked her to do that, wanted to know why but i told her, she needs to trust me. she stood up. then i asked her to sit down again. i was going to get her to assume the same position - one leg stretched to one side, the other up on her table but doing it in a different way.

when she was seated, i asked her to put her knees together tight. then i asked her to contract her pussy lips, then release it. concentrate on the movement of her pussy lips. i told her to keep doing that as i talked her through what i wanted her to do. as we went through it, her voice changed again. she sounded to be getting hornier as she contracted then released her pussy lips.

knees together tight, i asked her to lift the right knee up, the whole time making sure her thighs were as close together as it can be, the knee lifted as high as she can, then bring it down again. she did that a few times and she gave deep sighs.

i knew what was happening to her and what she was feeling - with her contracting and releasing her pussy lips and the motion of her knee being pulled up, her pussy lips were being pressed and sliding against each other. the sensation she was feeling was close to an actual hand caressing her pussy lips. she told me she was getting more wet and more horny.

she wanted to touch already but told her she could not do so yet. she sounded disappointed, but she agreed in her deep, low and lustful voice.

we continued. i told her to slowly move her right foot up, still keeping her thighs together, then put that foot up to her table. when she had right foot firmly placed on top of her table, i asked her to move her left leg which was on the floor towards under her chair, as far as she can. then i asked her to move her left leg towards her side as wide as she can. she moaned. when i heard that, i asked her to look at her crotch. she gasped. i asked her what did she see.

in between moans, she told me, her undies were all bunched up in the middle between her pussy lips and she could see one coming out of her undies. it was wet. and the feeling of her undies bunched up between her undies felt her pussy lips were being caressed.

"can i please touch myself now?"

i asked her to hold the top of her undies, the part below her belly button. then asked her to pull her undies up. when she did that, the bunched up undies were going in deeper into her pussy. told her to release it, then do it again. several times. she did and every time she pulled up, she gave a moan.

i knew she was very close to orgasm. i told her to slide her finger from the side of her undies and make herself cum. she sounded so sexy. she was moaning loud now, it sounded more of a scream than a moan. and she sounded like a very young girl, childish almost as she had her orgasm.

it was beautiful. my virgin was very beautiful.

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“Pusi Jooce” – hahaha, a very nice term. It made me smile. I don’t know why my fingers clicked those words when I sent her my text. It sounds almost neutral and friendly, drinkable even (pun intended). But I didn’t want to be too crass and yet I wanted to be primal, I wanted to seduce her and saying those words I thought would do that. I wanted my words to first make lust to her, then my voice will make love to her after.

The ringing cellphone interrupted the outline I was composing in my mind. I had my two cellphones in my hands, looked at the one on my right, the cell I was going to use to call her. Whew! It wasn’t ringing. That meant I had a bit more time to compose my outline. I looked at the cellphone on my left hand, it was the one ringing. Looked at who was calling me, it was the Bangkok office calling the Bangkok SIM card. Fuck! Why the fuck is the office calling me when I’m about to have my first SOP?

Blood rushed through my body, not the type of blood that made me hard but the type that got me pissed now. (Haha, same body organ, different body fluid! Touche!) A rush of possible excuses flashed through my mind and wondered what I can use in case the Bangkok office wanted me to go there already. But this was a tough one, I had nothing else to do in that country except be with the Bangkok office. I certainly couldn’t say there’s heavy traffic, the mall I was in was right beside the office. I could walk over in less than 10 minutes. Four rings now, I needed to answer. Then I remembered I needed to slow down, if I didn’t, they probably won’t understand me. I clicked accept.

I answered in the calmest tone that I can muster. Cheerful, even. I wanted to sound calm and nice when I tell them “No way will I fucking go to the office now. Not when I’m about to have the most important SOP I’ll ever have. You can all go fuck yourself and wait for me while I make my lady orgasm!”

The person in the other line was the secretary to the president of the Bangkok office and in mid sentence, the cellphone in my right hand rang. I looked at it, it was her. She called my cell. Distracted for a split second, I wasn’t sure what the secretary was telling me. I took in air, getting ready to deliver the “No way will I fucking….” speech, when she said “You still have two hours of free time, the big boss is still in a meeting. Enjoy shopping.”

Big smile on my face. Quickly said thank you and goodbye. Answered the other cellphone. “Hello, honey…..”

Then two things occurred to me – first, I hadn’t finished the outline of what I was going to tell her. And then, I thought, charges on her cellphone will be local but charges on my sell will be international. And then I thought, what the hell! I don’t care about the charges, I want to pleasure my lady.

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That text from her got me into motion. I looked around and found the nearest chair and table I can get myself into. I have two cellphones with two different SIM cards and needed to exchange the SIM cards. One cellphone was just two weeks old and had a separate memory card that will allow me to record audio files. I wanted to use that cellphone when we talk. I thought it would be a real bummer not to be able to record the whole thing.

Then I wondered if I read it right – that she wanted me to record her. I quickly exchanged the SIM cards, powered the cellphone and checked her text. Yes, it was clear she wanted me to record her.

But what was I doing? Do I actually know what to say to her when I make the call? I’ve read about SOPs but have not actually done it. How does one go about it? Where do you start and how do you progress it?

And being in the middle of the mall, it also meant it will be just her enjoying what we were about to do. When you do SOPs, aren't both partners supposed to be doing the same thing? Being together for real, its always a turn on to hear each other get horny. If we were together, it will be really weird if only one partner would be enjoying it. For me, knowing the other being pleasured is half the lust that I felt.

My cell received a text: “I need you now. My nipples are stiff. And my panty is getting wet. I might not be able to hold it any longer. Make me wait more and I might cum before I talk to you.”

Quickly, I sent her a text, “Hld on to it. Don't touch down there. Don't touch your niples either. Unbuton ur blouse, hike ur skrt up 2 above ur undies, spread ur legs wide nd close ur eyes. Imagine Im abot 2 enter ur ofice nd u want me to find u like tht – ur blouse open, ur legs spread wide. Imagine u r showing me ur undies tht is now wet of ur pusi jooce. Do those but dont touch. Touch only when I tell u.”

I sent her that because I needed to buy time. I thought giving her long instructions like that will give me some minutes to compose myself and think what I will say when we finally talk. She was obviously very turned on already and would probably need just a few more nudging and she will orgasm, but I did not want to do a quickie SOP (quickie SOP - funny term! hahaha). This was our first, I wanted it to be pleasurable as well as memorable. I didn’t want to fail her. I need to compose some kind of an outline of what I will tell her on the phone. I wanted her to cum like the way she would if we were together.

Then my cellphone rang…..

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As I stepped out of the escalator, I felt I couldn’t move forward. I can only take a few steps, stay by the railing in the middle of the mall. I thought I shouldn’t be walking, not that I could. What was I to do?

Well, one of the things about friendship is helping each other. So, I walked a little bit more and looked for a place where the pipe in music wasn’t that loud. The mall is designed like SM Megamall, the walkways are on the side of the mall and there’s a railing around it to allow you to look down to the other floors. I decided to stay away from the shops and out of the path of shoppers. I did not want them to hear what I was about to say.

I sent her a text: “I like to help you with your problem but I’m out of the country. Can you wait for 6 days? I’d be back in Manila in 6 days and can help you solve your problem.” I sent that text with a smile on my lips and a low snicker.

Sounds like a real stupid text, but its all about seduction and driving up the libido. I wanted us to go to the zone.

My cellphone got this text: “No, 6 days is too long. This problem of mine needs to be solved now. Are you good in solving problems of the sort?”

“I like solving problems, all sorts, including the one you have. Where are you now?”

“I’m at work. And I’m my office. The shades are closed. And the door in my office can be locked.”

“Lock the door? What for?”, a bigger smile on my face now. And checking out where I am, making sure there are less people around me.

“Also, the walls of my office are thick.”

“Thick walls are good. They keep the sound from inside from being heard in the next room. Why, do you plan to play loud music inside your office?”

“It’s loud when I moan.”

“Why would you moan?”

Seduction can be a long process. In fact, the longer it is the better for many. The best ones are those that lead you to take small steps forward. Small steps forward allow small parts of you get into the loop of seduction. You commit small parts of you one at a time. The slowness of it allows every part of you to take in the seduction to seep through and through. When that happens, when most of you are engaged into it, there will be a point of no return.

“That’s because I will lock the door. Sit on my chair. Raise my skirt u. Spread my legs apart. And get this wetness that I feel between my legs get it more wet. And when that happens, I will moan loud.”

Then a flurry of texts was sent that I didn’t have time to send a reply:

“Would you like to hear me moan?”

“Can your cell record me? Because I would like that.”

“Just the thought of you listening to me and recording me is making me more wet.”

“I am touching my nipple now….”

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“I am very horny for you now. Will you help me cum? ” with that text from her, I gave out a low grunt. I was on an escalator going up, the lady in front of me heard my grunt and apparently it was loud enough for her to hear. A bit embarrassed, I turned my cell phone face down to prevent her from reading the text she sent me. Stupid me thought she could actually read the text. hahaha. I guess I was just guilty or something. hahaha. I prepared to send my reply to her, I looked at the lady and smiled at her. Trying to be friendly, I said “Hello”.

I was in Bangkok then, and I wondered if she understood my “Hello”. But “Hello” is universal, so I thought she must have understood. She smiled back at me. Turned my cellphone face down again thinking, damn this lady is reading my texts. hahaha. Then I thought, another universal word is the “grunt” sound I gave out. Did she understand what it meant?

Looked at my cellphone again. Read the text again. Then moved my cellphone away from my body, I checked my crotch – I wanted to see if my dick was forming a bulge. Damn, I was getting turned on in the middle of a mall in Bangkok!