Over these lunches and dinners we shared our work and our life. Fred was good at telling and always made me laugh. He had a inexhaustible supply of jokes. He grumbled about his wife and I grumbled about my ex. He found me more open to talking about anything under the sun, and more curious than most girls he knew. Your English is amazing for a shop girl, he said, after he read a letter I wrote for him to the estate management committee regarding the persistent foul smell from one of the sinks in the Far East Plaza branch. Many showgirls speak decent english but you write like a graduate. What happened to you in school? He had so many things to tell. What life is like, how the country runs, his business and joint venture colleagues. I could listen to him all day. Weekends, I'll tell my Gang of Four girls all about him. I quoted him so much, they could see I was very taken with him. I was the only one who didn't see where all this was headed. The signs were all there, the lift in my heart when he turned up, the hope whenever the phone rang, and my attention to my appearance again, dressing up when I knew he would be coming. I left a pair of three inch heels in the shop to wear whenever he came. I wore the rose perfume that he admired one day. Even though it was cold, I wore sleeveless or spaghetti strap tops under a thin cardigan. I started to buy my skirts slightly shorter, still not mini short, but instead of one hand above the knee, it was now two hands width, and of a softer thinner and more drapy material so they would show off my curves more.
He started helping me more and more. Whe the new stocks came in, he helped me unpack and label and put up the display. Somehow we stood closer and closer to each other. His hands seemed to brush mine accidentally more and more often, and the fleeting contact was electric. When I stood on a ladder, he would hold the ladder, with his eyes level with my thighs. Soemtimes we had to squeeze past each other in the cramped store room and whereas in the past, hardly any contact happened, now and then my buttocks would brush against his front, or my breast would make contact with his chest. When I scratched my thigh badly against a safety pin needle that was undone, he insisted on putting a plaster on it personally. Once I struggled to lift a heavy load onto an upper shelf, I felt him come behind me and help out, saying four hands are better. He had to press himself firmly against my back to do this. He felt warm and muscular, nice against my back. When I got into his car, he would always open the door for me, and hold my elbow as I got in. When I ate japanese food, he would mix my wasabi with soya sauce for me, and shell deftly with fork and knife, the baba cheese prawn ebi mentaiyaki for me. If he sent me back home, he would want to escort me to my door and if I resisted, he would wait till I waved to him from the balcony outside my house door before he drove off. I didn't get any of these from my ex John. He was intelligent, capable, knowledgeable, a gentleman, and he was trim and muscular. A real man. I felt very soft and weak in the legs whenever he was around. I spoke more delicately and softly and gently.. I had never felt more feminine. When I did that, he also spoke back to me in a more tender way. His manliness got out the woman in me. It made me more carefree and to the moment, and forget all my problems. It was man vs woman as nature wanted us to be. The world didn't matter. Others didn't, when my man came into the shop, he was the earth and I was his moon. He was the stout bamboo, and I was the vine creeping up his side.
He asked me to model for him. He said he couldn't imagine how the clothes would look like without a real life model. We went to many other boutiques to try out many styles. We never bought a single outfit. He wanted to try selling clothes for my generation and salary range. I received so many compliments on my appearance. How pretty I looked, how nice my smile was, how he liked my dimples, how perfect my legs were, how flawless my skin on my shoulders snd my back was.....I posed for him. No photos were allowed by the shop usually. He felt if I had been a bit taller , I could have been a good model. He sold lingerie too, but he didn't get me to try any. He would tell me what lingerie he liked as a man, and I would tell him what I liked. I liked comfortable, with soft fabric, and not too much stiff lace poking me, and covering enough to wear to sleep. He preferred him more kinky stuf. He said you don't have to wear them to sleep. You wear them for sex and you don't put them on again after having sex. I said most women never wear the kinky stuff their bf buy for them so you have to sell to the guys if it's going to be too slutty and uncomfortable. However, I would wear whatever turns my bf on the most, but that's me..later on when we became lovers, I remembered what he liked, and enjoyed wearing what turns him on.
We started talking about sex and he was stunned by my frankness. So he shared his own sex life. Basically, the chemistry had gone. Every time she nagged or they had a quarrel, he would be so upset with her, he won't want to have sex with her. After a while, they will make up but before he can start feeling good about her again, another row would erupt. One step forwards n two steps back, so their marriage isn't progressing towards a deeper love. So sex was like a few times a year only and it had not happened for six months. She was very conservative. She didn't like to give or receive oral sex. Definitely no anal. No sex toys. Lingerie was perverted. No everything. I was the opposite. You could see the jealousy in Freds eyes when I told him what favors my boyfriends get. "I may be rich, but I don't get a fraction of what your bf enjoy,". " it's hard to say who is luckier." "You are giving me a big and hard erection now," he said. " go home and shag your wife," I retorted, "or masturbate." "I don't wantvmy wife, I want you." he teased with a smile. "No thanks, I don't do married men, especially those with kids." I said. "at this moment, I am feeling very unmarried, so can I still qualify?" "Subjectivity doesn't translate into objective reality, dream on" I said. "it's sad to belong to someone else when the right ones come along," he sighed, "be kind, do an old man a favor, and let him taste heaven on earth for just one night in his short and miserable life." He pleaded. " are you telling me that to be kind, I have to have sex with every old and lonely uncle I meet who lusts for my body? Anyway, you are better off without it. You married her for better or for worse remember? And won't it be worse if I let you have one and only one night of pleasure? You will then know how much you are missing and won't be able to enjoy sex with your wife as much for the rest of your life. Ignorance is bliss. What the mind doesn't see, the heart cannot miss." 不求天长地久，只求曾经拥有" he said, "I don't ask for love as long as heaven and as old as earth, I only ask that I've ever loved before." He continued," I'm willing to risk my future happiness for just one night in your arms, and I will never
regret it, even if it means a lifetime of longing for you." He looked at me very seriously in the eye, and then said, "and can you please don't call me uncle again?" I laughed and said,"are you serious or joking?" I normally discourage men from fleeting this way because it made me feel and look cheap, but Fred was so earnest and very respectful, and it was impossible to take offence. I looked him over in an appraising glance. He was still in his prime, trim and muscular, agile, and more suave and mature than any man I had ever had. And he had treated me better than any man too. He was the only one who mixed my wasabi for me. He was witty and wise, and I trusted him to treat me well, except he was married with kids, and I don't want to be labelled a home wrecker. Still, he was very eligible as a man, I had a flash image of him fucking me and I didn't mind at all, in fact, he was quite attractive sexually, I suddenly felt desire for him. "Well, do I pass?" He interrupted my thoughts as I was looking him up and down," I stuttered, and blushed deeply, I hoped he hadn't read my thoughts, but my resistance was crumbling, I can't be so easy and cheap! "I don't know, you are not bad at all, but you are married with kids. I'll may consider you when you have divorced your wife." I tried to be cool and calm, but I felt my face was still flushed with both embarrassment and desire. Why does my body betray me like that? " Married men make better lovers," he bantered, missing the cues of my sexual excitement, still trying to persuade when he had won, "I will try to please you as hard as I can, in any way you want." " You are young and single, nows the time to explore the world of men, years from now, you'll be like me, married but wondering what's it's like with other men, and whether you married the best choice. Now you are young and beautiful, you should take advantage of your charms, when you are older, you will miss these days when everyone wants you. Even if tis not me, it should be some other nice guy, don't look back and keep thinking of John, he's history, let me be the guy who catches you on the rebound when you are down, and help you forget the past and put you back on your feet again." He was very persuasive. " you horny devil, you just want to have sex with me like an animal, and what happens to me after you have sated your lusts on my body?" I countered, "you are like a wolf who senses when a prey is weak and attacks, you know I'm still feeling very bad and can't let go of john, and I'm feeling down and unloved, so you want to take advantage of me when I'm most vulnerable." He was very gentle when he said," I'm sorry Stuly, but while it's true I'll like to have wild animalistic sex with you, it's also true that your vulnerability touches me and makes me want to protect you. If I'm not married , I'll like to date you and be your boyfriend. I think I made a bad mistake marrying my present wife but now I've two sons who need my love and protection so I'll just keep the family together to give them a warm home . By the time they've grown up,I'll be quite old, and my prime would have past. Who would want me then? I'm living this life for my kids. I could be selfish but I cant. So is it so bad of me if I want to explore how things could be with someone else? I've worked with many sales assistants but never hit on any of them. But you are very special,,you are not like a sales assistant at all, you are both smart and yet soft and feminine at the same time, I won't meet someone like you again, and it's not me to go around hunting for women to have affairs with, so I won't get many chances like this in my life or maybe never again. And I don't like to be a dirty old man buying young women with money, and I'm still in my forties so in another ten years, I won't be eligible anymore. Call it my midlife crisis. I know I'm not good enough for you because I'm married, and yes I won't hurt my kids by leaving them so I won't divorce for at least another ten years. You are very pretty and eligible, and I'll introduce you to lots of suitable men, you deserve better than John. Don't waste your precious youth anymore on him, let me introduce you to society and very eligible bachelors." He was quite passionate as he said all that.
To be continued
He started helping me more and more. Whe the new stocks came in, he helped me unpack and label and put up the display. Somehow we stood closer and closer to each other. His hands seemed to brush mine accidentally more and more often, and the fleeting contact was electric. When I stood on a ladder, he would hold the ladder, with his eyes level with my thighs. Soemtimes we had to squeeze past each other in the cramped store room and whereas in the past, hardly any contact happened, now and then my buttocks would brush against his front, or my breast would make contact with his chest. When I scratched my thigh badly against a safety pin needle that was undone, he insisted on putting a plaster on it personally. Once I struggled to lift a heavy load onto an upper shelf, I felt him come behind me and help out, saying four hands are better. He had to press himself firmly against my back to do this. He felt warm and muscular, nice against my back. When I got into his car, he would always open the door for me, and hold my elbow as I got in. When I ate japanese food, he would mix my wasabi with soya sauce for me, and shell deftly with fork and knife, the baba cheese prawn ebi mentaiyaki for me. If he sent me back home, he would want to escort me to my door and if I resisted, he would wait till I waved to him from the balcony outside my house door before he drove off. I didn't get any of these from my ex John. He was intelligent, capable, knowledgeable, a gentleman, and he was trim and muscular. A real man. I felt very soft and weak in the legs whenever he was around. I spoke more delicately and softly and gently.. I had never felt more feminine. When I did that, he also spoke back to me in a more tender way. His manliness got out the woman in me. It made me more carefree and to the moment, and forget all my problems. It was man vs woman as nature wanted us to be. The world didn't matter. Others didn't, when my man came into the shop, he was the earth and I was his moon. He was the stout bamboo, and I was the vine creeping up his side.
He asked me to model for him. He said he couldn't imagine how the clothes would look like without a real life model. We went to many other boutiques to try out many styles. We never bought a single outfit. He wanted to try selling clothes for my generation and salary range. I received so many compliments on my appearance. How pretty I looked, how nice my smile was, how he liked my dimples, how perfect my legs were, how flawless my skin on my shoulders snd my back was.....I posed for him. No photos were allowed by the shop usually. He felt if I had been a bit taller , I could have been a good model. He sold lingerie too, but he didn't get me to try any. He would tell me what lingerie he liked as a man, and I would tell him what I liked. I liked comfortable, with soft fabric, and not too much stiff lace poking me, and covering enough to wear to sleep. He preferred him more kinky stuf. He said you don't have to wear them to sleep. You wear them for sex and you don't put them on again after having sex. I said most women never wear the kinky stuff their bf buy for them so you have to sell to the guys if it's going to be too slutty and uncomfortable. However, I would wear whatever turns my bf on the most, but that's me..later on when we became lovers, I remembered what he liked, and enjoyed wearing what turns him on.
We started talking about sex and he was stunned by my frankness. So he shared his own sex life. Basically, the chemistry had gone. Every time she nagged or they had a quarrel, he would be so upset with her, he won't want to have sex with her. After a while, they will make up but before he can start feeling good about her again, another row would erupt. One step forwards n two steps back, so their marriage isn't progressing towards a deeper love. So sex was like a few times a year only and it had not happened for six months. She was very conservative. She didn't like to give or receive oral sex. Definitely no anal. No sex toys. Lingerie was perverted. No everything. I was the opposite. You could see the jealousy in Freds eyes when I told him what favors my boyfriends get. "I may be rich, but I don't get a fraction of what your bf enjoy,". " it's hard to say who is luckier." "You are giving me a big and hard erection now," he said. " go home and shag your wife," I retorted, "or masturbate." "I don't wantvmy wife, I want you." he teased with a smile. "No thanks, I don't do married men, especially those with kids." I said. "at this moment, I am feeling very unmarried, so can I still qualify?" "Subjectivity doesn't translate into objective reality, dream on" I said. "it's sad to belong to someone else when the right ones come along," he sighed, "be kind, do an old man a favor, and let him taste heaven on earth for just one night in his short and miserable life." He pleaded. " are you telling me that to be kind, I have to have sex with every old and lonely uncle I meet who lusts for my body? Anyway, you are better off without it. You married her for better or for worse remember? And won't it be worse if I let you have one and only one night of pleasure? You will then know how much you are missing and won't be able to enjoy sex with your wife as much for the rest of your life. Ignorance is bliss. What the mind doesn't see, the heart cannot miss." 不求天长地久，只求曾经拥有" he said, "I don't ask for love as long as heaven and as old as earth, I only ask that I've ever loved before." He continued," I'm willing to risk my future happiness for just one night in your arms, and I will never
regret it, even if it means a lifetime of longing for you." He looked at me very seriously in the eye, and then said, "and can you please don't call me uncle again?" I laughed and said,"are you serious or joking?" I normally discourage men from fleeting this way because it made me feel and look cheap, but Fred was so earnest and very respectful, and it was impossible to take offence. I looked him over in an appraising glance. He was still in his prime, trim and muscular, agile, and more suave and mature than any man I had ever had. And he had treated me better than any man too. He was the only one who mixed my wasabi for me. He was witty and wise, and I trusted him to treat me well, except he was married with kids, and I don't want to be labelled a home wrecker. Still, he was very eligible as a man, I had a flash image of him fucking me and I didn't mind at all, in fact, he was quite attractive sexually, I suddenly felt desire for him. "Well, do I pass?" He interrupted my thoughts as I was looking him up and down," I stuttered, and blushed deeply, I hoped he hadn't read my thoughts, but my resistance was crumbling, I can't be so easy and cheap! "I don't know, you are not bad at all, but you are married with kids. I'll may consider you when you have divorced your wife." I tried to be cool and calm, but I felt my face was still flushed with both embarrassment and desire. Why does my body betray me like that? " Married men make better lovers," he bantered, missing the cues of my sexual excitement, still trying to persuade when he had won, "I will try to please you as hard as I can, in any way you want." " You are young and single, nows the time to explore the world of men, years from now, you'll be like me, married but wondering what's it's like with other men, and whether you married the best choice. Now you are young and beautiful, you should take advantage of your charms, when you are older, you will miss these days when everyone wants you. Even if tis not me, it should be some other nice guy, don't look back and keep thinking of John, he's history, let me be the guy who catches you on the rebound when you are down, and help you forget the past and put you back on your feet again." He was very persuasive. " you horny devil, you just want to have sex with me like an animal, and what happens to me after you have sated your lusts on my body?" I countered, "you are like a wolf who senses when a prey is weak and attacks, you know I'm still feeling very bad and can't let go of john, and I'm feeling down and unloved, so you want to take advantage of me when I'm most vulnerable." He was very gentle when he said," I'm sorry Stuly, but while it's true I'll like to have wild animalistic sex with you, it's also true that your vulnerability touches me and makes me want to protect you. If I'm not married , I'll like to date you and be your boyfriend. I think I made a bad mistake marrying my present wife but now I've two sons who need my love and protection so I'll just keep the family together to give them a warm home . By the time they've grown up,I'll be quite old, and my prime would have past. Who would want me then? I'm living this life for my kids. I could be selfish but I cant. So is it so bad of me if I want to explore how things could be with someone else? I've worked with many sales assistants but never hit on any of them. But you are very special,,you are not like a sales assistant at all, you are both smart and yet soft and feminine at the same time, I won't meet someone like you again, and it's not me to go around hunting for women to have affairs with, so I won't get many chances like this in my life or maybe never again. And I don't like to be a dirty old man buying young women with money, and I'm still in my forties so in another ten years, I won't be eligible anymore. Call it my midlife crisis. I know I'm not good enough for you because I'm married, and yes I won't hurt my kids by leaving them so I won't divorce for at least another ten years. You are very pretty and eligible, and I'll introduce you to lots of suitable men, you deserve better than John. Don't waste your precious youth anymore on him, let me introduce you to society and very eligible bachelors." He was quite passionate as he said all that.
To be continued
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