An Introduction to Singapore’s Mall Culture
Lesbian Sex Encounter – Singapore is known for its air-conditioned malls, which are more a necessity than a luxury in the island state’s heat and humidity. At the time of this story, I was still getting used to the muggy weather, having been there for only a few weeks. The malls and shops of Orchard Road did not hold much appeal for me, as Singapore was still catching up with most major world cities in this regard. That day, I was on the famous strip to indulge in my favorite pastime: people-watching.
A Visual Delight
Singapore’s perpetually sunny weather encourages the wearing of short skirts and shorts. For a leg man like me, bare legs and tans are a killer combo. Having enjoyed the morning strolling and taking in the display of long legs and deep cleavage from locals and tourists alike, I decided to have a light lunch. A Starbucks near Wheelock Place caught my eye—the entire storefront was glass, which would allow me to continue my visual feast while I ate. I secured the best seat in the house: the corner armchair where the glass met the wall.
An Unexpected Encounter
Two girls walked down the few steps from the pedestrian walkway to the Starbucks patio. They caught my eye because of their pretty, long legs, showcased by mid-thigh skirts. I noticed their legs before their faces, but when I managed to look up, I was surprised. One of them was an old girlfriend, Samantha, whom I hadn’t seen since university about four years ago. My jaw dropped. Samantha, with her Canadian father and Singaporean mother, had been studying dance at Michigan State. She had always been pretty, but she had truly bloomed since we last met, retaining her lithe dancer’s body.
A Deeper Look
Samantha’s friend was also strikingly beautiful. Unlike Samantha’s golden skin, her friend’s complexion was porcelain white. She had the body of a dancer, with pink cheeks from the heat. Despite the temperature, the two girls decided to sit outside. A long, high stainless steel table ran parallel to the glass wall of the Starbucks, about 15 feet away. They sat side by side on bar stools, chatting away. Samantha’s phone beeped, and they leaned in to look at the screen together, sharing a smile.
Hidden Desires
While they were engrossed in their conversation, I couldn’t help but ogle their legs. Their skirts had ridden up, revealing more of their shapely thighs. Suddenly, the other girl slipped off one of her flats and began stroking Samantha’s foot with her own. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Seeing two gorgeous girls engaging in a bit of footsie in public gave me an instant hard-on. Samantha giggled, and they exchanged a few words before the girl slid her foot higher. It became clear that Samantha liked girls.
A Lucky Observation
The light from outside made it difficult for them to see inside the dark café, which allowed me to observe unnoticed. The girl slipped her hand onto Samantha’s thigh, squeezing the supple flesh and pushing the hem of her skirt higher. Samantha’s cheeks were flushed, her expression a mix of delirious pleasure and nervousness. The rhythmic flexing of the other girl’s forearm muscles indicated she was stroking Samantha’s panty-clad pussy. I remembered how it felt to touch Samantha, and the memory made me shift in my seat to ease the pressure in my pants.
An Unfortunate Interruption
Just then, someone walked over and sat down a seat away from them. The girl’s hand shot back up, and they both giggled, checking to see if he had noticed anything. From his oblivious look, it was clear he hadn’t. However, he started acting like a tool, trying to get their attention. I had enough of watching and decided to say hello to Samantha. I wanted to find out what had made her this adventurous and perhaps get to know her intriguing friend.
Remembering Samantha
Samantha and I had a history that was impossible to forget. Her mixed-race beauty, with freckles running below her eyes and across her nose, had always captivated me. She was a talented dancer, with a lithe, graceful body that moved effortlessly. Our time together in university had been filled with passion and unforgettable moments. Seeing her now, more beautiful than ever, brought back a flood of memories. Her friend’s touch on her thigh, the way they looked at each other—it was clear there was a deeper connection between them.
The Starbucks Setting
The Starbucks near Wheelock Place was an ideal spot for people-watching, with its glass storefront offering a perfect view of the bustling street. The high stainless steel table and bar stools outside added a modern touch. The café was filled with people enjoying their drinks and conversations. The aroma of coffee mixed with the scent of pastries, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere. Despite the heat outside, the interior was cool and comfortable, making it a popular spot for both locals and tourists.
Contemplating the Next Move
As I sat there, watching Samantha and her friend, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and curiosity. My mind raced with thoughts of what to say, how to approach them without interrupting their moment. The memory of Samantha’s touch, her laughter, and the passion we once shared fueled my desire to reconnect. Her friend’s boldness intrigued me, adding an element of mystery to the encounter. I knew I had to seize the moment and say hello, to rediscover what had made Samantha so adventurous and to possibly meet her fascinating companion.
A Step Forward
Gathering my courage, I stood up from my seat and made my way towards them. The sight of Samantha’s familiar face, now glowing with newfound confidence, filled me with determination. Her friend looked up, noticing my approach, and their conversation paused. As I got closer, Samantha’s eyes met mine, and recognition sparked in her gaze. The anticipation of rekindling an old connection and the potential for new adventures surged within me. This encounter at Starbucks was about to take an exciting turn.
An Unexpected Reunion
I gave myself a few minutes to get my bulge down to the point it could be mistaken for just a crease in the material. Keeping my eye on the two girls who were its cause, I noticed they were laughing and relaxed. Their thighs were pressed together, seemingly rubbing against each other’s, which wasn’t very conducive to my cool-down efforts. Finally, I got up and walked outside, pausing at the door as if trying to get my bearings.
The Moment of Recognition
Turning towards the pair, I pretended to do a double-take. “Sam? Is that you?” They both turned their faces in my direction. I loved the way Sam’s perky ponytail swished back and forth with the movement. She cried my name, standing up suddenly and almost running over to me, arms open. She threw herself at me, pushing my torso back as she clung on, arms wrapped tightly around my neck, both her legs bent and raised off the ground behind her. I sure was glad we had broken up on good terms.
An Emotional Embrace
The feeling of her flesh on mine, the familiar sensation of our two bodies pressed together after so long, and her smooth, flawless cheek against my rough one, was heavenly. Her alluring laughter tinkled in my ear. She pulled her head back, and we gazed at each other, faces inches apart. I wanted to lose myself in those limpid hazel depths again. Her perfect teeth, just the smallest hint of lipstick, and no other makeup—she truly was a natural beauty.
“I can’t believe I forgot how beautiful you are!” I said, honestly, putting her down.
Meeting Callie
“Get outta here!” she laughed, hands on the sides of my waist.
We stared at each other for a moment before she pulled me over to where her friend, Callie, was sitting. Callie was even prettier up close. Her flawless skin glistened healthily in its paleness. I looked down at her long, elegant fingers, almost expecting to see them shiny with Sam’s juices. It turned out Sam’s mother was visiting relatives, and Callie was the daughter of a childhood friend of her mother’s who had offered to show her around. Callie had met her a few days before, and already she was stroking her pussy in public?
A Walk to Remember
Sam had a suite at the Orchard Parade Hotel only a few hundred meters from where we were and suggested that we head there. We walked down the wide avenue, Sam between us, holding my hand. Callie was a vociferous talker with animated hands and a loud, happy laugh. It was obvious she was trying to keep from Singlish while with us, but bits would slip in now and then, making her sound really cute. Most importantly, she did not seem to mind at all how physical Sam was with me. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but things were moving in a better direction than I could have anticipated.
The Suite at Orchard Parade Hotel
Sam turned on some music, and the three of us sat on the rug in the living room around a bottle of Glenmorangie. The girls were sitting cross-legged at first, but after a while, I was in panties heaven as they shifted to get more comfortable. The conversation turned to Sam’s dance training, and I commented on how toned her legs were. Callie revealed that she wasn’t a dancer, and I admitted that she definitely had the body of one.
“Oh, Callie has really firm legs,” added Sam.
“Show him, Callie.”
Exploring New Territory
The two girls exchanged a smile, and Callie lay on her stomach on the thick shag rug. Sam held my eyes as she started stroking Callie’s shapely legs from the calves up to her thighs, just under where her skirt ended.
“Sam has talented hands… as you already know,” said Callie.
“It helps that Callie’s body is so soft, toned, and smooth,” said Sam, smiling at her. “It makes me want to practice.”
“Don’t you think my skin is soft, toned, and smooth, too?” Callie said, turning to me with a mischievous look.
Lesbian Sex Encounter
“Oh, I sure do, I think…” “Touch it,” she said, “Like Samantha is, touch it.”
I looked at Sam, who was smiling and biting her lower lip. It was all the encouragement I needed. I slid my hands onto the smooth, full curve of Callie’s left calf. She inhaled audibly, closing her eyes and raising her face slightly with a small sound in her throat.
“Come closer to my hands,” said Sam.
She took the hem of Callie’s skirt and pulled it up over her waist, exposing her tight, white buttocks encased in surprisingly conservative white panties.
An Irresistible Touch
My eyes were drawn to the wet patch on her panties. Sam slid her fingers under the V-shaped edge running from the crotch of the panties and pulled the material up, exposing Callie’s buttocks almost completely and giving her a wedgie.
“Doesn’t Callie have a nice bum?” Sam asked, stroking the smooth, white curves. “Come on, feel them.”
She took one of my hands and placed it on Callie’s buttocks. I slid my hand over the firm flesh, then squeezed it, marveling at the muscular fullness. Callie moaned and turned over.
A Heated Encounter
Sam lay down on top of her, and they started kissing. From where I sat, I could see that each had one thigh between the other’s. As they kissed, they were rotating their hips, rubbing themselves on each other. Callie’s hand moved from Sam’s back to her buttocks, and she pulled up the skirt, exposing her ass to me. Her long fingers squeezed, stroked, and pinched Sam’s tight bum. As I watched, Sam pulled her top off, revealing that she had gone bra-less. As soon as she did that, Callie pushed her over onto her back, lowered her head down to her perky Cs, and started sucking the long, hard, pink nipples.
An Intimate Connection
Sam cried out in pleasure, her hand moving to remove Callie’s top. As soon as her top came off, Callie unhooked her bra, and Sam moved her mouth to her breasts to return the favor. The soft slurping sounds coming from her mouth, together with the soft sighs and moans from Callie, gave me the biggest hard-on I had ever had.
An Unforgettable Evening
Sam’s talented hands and Callie’s firm body created an unforgettable experience. The way they touched each other, their moans of pleasure, and the intensity of their connection left me breathless. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to witness and be a part of such an intimate moment. As the evening progressed, the passion between us only grew stronger, creating memories that would last a lifetime.
Callie’s Bold Move
Callie had one hand between Sam’s legs, stroking her pussy through her panties.
I thought they had forgotten me until Callie glanced over with a look of unbridled passion on her face and said, “Come!” with such intensity that I immediately went to them.
Pulling herself off Sam, she pulled her up and pushed her to me. Sam was like a wildcat, throwing herself at me, kissing me harder than she ever had, biting my lip, and exploring my mouth with her voracious tongue.
Rekindling Old Flames
Four hands tore my clothes off me.
“God, I missed you!” gasped Sam, breaking our kiss.
“Me too!” I said, bending down to those beautiful breasts I hadn’t seen for so long, noticing for the first time that we were both naked.
Sam slid down on her back, thighs spread, moving her right hand between her legs to stroke her glistening pussy lips, shaved with a narrow tuft above, just like I remembered.
“Kitty misses you,” she said coyly, using the pet term we used to use.
Intimate Pleasures
I couldn’t help but notice her lovely vaginal lips hanging down. Remembering how I loved pulling on those as I went down on her, my dick started to rise.
“Does Kitty want a bath?” I asked.
“Oh yes!” she cooed.
I went down on her, licking around her vagina before grabbing hold of those dangling pussy lips and opening her vagina right up. I licked those lips before sucking on her clitoris. It wasn’t long before she came, and I saw some of her white cum release from her vagina.
Indulging in Passion
Not wanting to waste such a valuable liquid, I lapped it all up, savoring her beautiful taste. I then knelt there with my dick pointing almost straight to the ceiling. The look of pure lust in Sam’s eyes made me very glad I had maintained my gym routine.
“Come,” she said, drinking me in, spreading her legs further in invitation.
Her pretty little toes were flexing, the sure sign that Sam was very, very horny. I teased her for just a moment more before pushing her back on the carpet.
Losing Control
My penis throbbed at the entrance to her pussy, the tip just pressed against the heat and wetness. Sam couldn’t resist any longer and with a guttural moan, grabbed my hips and pulled me into her. We both cried out as my thick, hard shaft slid all the way into her, skewering the tight, slick canal. Sam’s hand went to my buttocks, and her legs wrapped around my waist. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” she cried. I didn’t need any motivation from anyone; I pumped as hard and fast as I could.
Heated Rhythms
Flipping her over onto her hands and knees so I could watch us in the mirrored wall of the suite, I entered her once again. I held onto her hips and banged her hard, our sweaty thighs beating a rhythm together. Reaching forward, I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling it just hard enough to mix a bit of pain with the pleasure, which made Sam moan and push her hips back against me harder.
“Tell me when you are gonna come!” she groaned out.
I did a few minutes later, both of us covered in a light layer of sweat from our exertion.
An Explosive Finish
Sam pulled away and pushed me onto my back. Grabbing my thick rod in one hand, she put her furnace-hot mouth over the bulbous tip, sucking on it as she jerked me off rhythmically. When I tensed up, she pulled back and let me explode all over her face and chest. The thick stream was so forceful that it almost felt like I was taking a piss. Warm jets smattered against her lovely flesh as she milked me for every last drop.
“Goddamn!” was all I could say as I collapsed on the carpet.
Discovering a Secret
It was then that we realized Callie was nowhere to be seen. I decided to tell Sam that I had seen their little encounter.
“I saw you,” I said, “At Starbucks when she touched you.”
Sam smiled, “I know. We were behind you coming up on the escalator at Wheelock Place Marks and Spencer – we followed you.”
I was stunned. Sam smiled sweetly,
“I was showing Callie a photo of you on my phone when she started touching me.”
It seemed I had a lot to discover about my ex, Samantha.
A New Connection
As I lay there, recovering from our intense encounter, my mind raced with thoughts of what might come next. Sam’s newfound openness and adventurous spirit intrigued me. The way she and Callie interacted suggested a deep connection, one that I was eager to explore further. The dynamic between us three was electric, and I couldn’t wait to see where it would lead. This encounter had reignited a flame within me, and I was more than ready to embrace whatever came next.
Reflections on the Past
Seeing Sam again brought back a flood of memories. Our time together in college had been filled with passion and unforgettable moments. Now, she was more beautiful and confident than ever. Her boldness and the way she included Callie in our reunion added a new layer of excitement. It was clear that Sam had grown and evolved, and I found myself drawn to her even more. The thought of rekindling our connection while exploring new possibilities with Callie was thrilling.
Embracing the Present
In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of Sam’s body and the lingering scent of our shared passion, I felt a profound sense of contentment. Life had brought us back together in the most unexpected way, and I was grateful for the opportunity to reconnect. The past and present had merged, creating a unique and exhilarating experience. As I looked at Sam, I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in our lives.
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