Im back

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Date: September 26, 2009
Date Name: Aimee
Area: Manila City

Red. The room was flooded with two red lights on either side of the bed. I actually hated this particular motel chain, which seems to heed the colors of McDonald's, and is completely with confused with either being a hotel or a love-motel. Then again, we all continue to consider it as a love-motel.

This was her choice. We opted for the shushing woman's court, but the attendant waved us off the moment he caught a glimpse of my fender. He raised his hands and shook them, signaling the lack of vacant rooms. By this time Aimee's blouse was already wide open, her simple black bra still secluding her perfect breasts. However awkward, I was carressing her breasts and playing with her nipples inside her bra while driving. "Where to now?" I asked her as I geared to reverse, momentarily letting go of her pecs. "There's the red-and-yellow one." She said as she moved closer to me to kiss my neck. "Fine. This is the last time there, though." I replied as I drove towards the building.

She spared no time getting the deed on. I have just dropped my car keys on the dresser when she tugged me towards the bed. She put on a little show by slowly stripping her blouse and skirt off. She flung her wrap around skirt around my neck and pulled me closer. She intently put me on her breasts, begging me to kiss them. I enveloped her with my arms towards her back, snapily undoing the clasp of her bra, and slowly, smoothly skimmming her back with a light finger. By the time it reached her ass, her back was already arched, and her stare was getting wilder.

She pulled me down the bed and started smothering me with kisses from my lips to my ears, and eventually, my neck. She undid my shirt while whispering softly to my ear, "How many girls have you had since the last time we did this?"

She appreciated my honesty-- no, she was turned on with the fact that she shared me with others. The last time we were together, after a long, tiring round, she asked me if I was up for a threesome with another woman. I said I didn't mind, as long as nobody did as well. Unlike other women, this girl was really up for adventures in the bedroom.

Aimee reversed our positions. She sat on me as she threw off her bra, which flew to the door. I returned the gesture by cupping her perfect breasts with both hands, caressing them slowly. I then slid my hands to her sexy armpits, then to her arms, which let her support go. Our lips met, and so did our tongues which set the fire hotter. She was already humping me involuntarily and I can already feel her wetnes through my slacks.

She kissed me down to my chest, never forgetting to suck on my nipples for a bit, then down to my pants. She undid my buckle and literally stripped my pants off. Seeing the prize in front of her, she smiled. "This guy's been waiting for my mouth, hasn't he?" She asked. I can only nod.

Aimee offered me her glistening slit as licked my hard on. She never let go of it as she revolved her body around to make her other set of lips meet my lips. I obliged, missing her sweet, spunky juices. I couldn't have resisted. I lashed her pussy lips with my tongue, which caused her to stop for a moment, taking in the ecstasy that it brought her. She finally regained her focus and continued bobbing up and down. This was all about her.

Aside from naughtiness, Aimee also required one thing when we would do it. It was the thing that separated Aimee from any other girl I've had-- while others wanted the deed to be naughty, and others want it sweet, she wanted us to be naughty, and sweet at the same time. She didn't like it hard and rough, she loved it slow and smooth, while being praised with kisses and smooth caresses.

We made love, so to speak, passionately. Her dominance showing, she never let me go on top. She would change positions-- facing me, turning her back against me, or pulling me up. While I was sitting, she would pump harder and higher than she would when she grinds her pussy on my manhood when we're lying down. She would scream as she reached her climaxes, making no point of hiding her sheer pleasure. When I told her I was coming, She pumped faster, but still easy-- she still remained as graceful as she was when she was riding slow.

I blew my load inside her-- a first for us. But it didn't really matter to her, since I leanred later (after a few moments of fear) that she was on the pill. She dropped her now exhausted body on mine, and kissed me sweetly on the lips. I held her close as she breahted heavily, until she calmed down and fell asleep.

We stratled to the repeating sound of Microsoft Windows' alerts in a melodic arrangement. It was a ringtone composed for me by a fellow professor, who taught sound engineering. I picked up my phone and answered my sister's call.

"Where are you? There's flood everywhere! Are you ok?" She asked alarmingly. "I'm fine. I'm in a hotel. I can't get past Taft avenue right now. The car won't take it." I replied, still sounding sleepy. Aimee got up slowly, rubbing her eyes like a little girl and asked "Who is it?" My sister apparently heard her and screamed at the phone "Who are you with this time?" "It's Aimee. Say hi." I placed my phone between Aimee and me as the latter said "Hi, this her sister?" She asked. I put my phone back to my ear, just in time for my sister's next blare. "Oh my God! Aimee is that you! I miss you girl!" I had to pull my phone a few inches away else I would've lost my eardrum.

"Yep, that's her. Nandito kami sa Malate. Ok ka lang dyan?" I asked. "Yup. When are you coming home? Bring her with you ok? Tell her I miss her. And that she left her thong here the last time." My eyes grew wide as I heard the last line. "Oops. Bye Kuya!" She cut the line. Aimee was now sporting a big grin. "The last time you were at our place, you left with your thong on. Right?" I asked. "So that's where I left it. Oops." She said with a big smile.

I'm back

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Date: September 26, 2009
Date Name: Aimee
Area: Manila City

I woke up at six in the morning with my sister shaking me. "Kuya, you're alarm clock's blaring again!" I moaned irritably and told her to put it off. "You're gonna miss your class. Get your ass off the bed now!"

Last night I was pondering on whether I should send an email to my students to not go to school. Typically, I'm strict with attendance; not because I'm one of those professors who love giving students pains in their asses, but rather because I'm still under probation by the admin because they still consider me as a newcomer. My sister reminds me of this everytime I think of not attending a class. "This is the only thing that keeps you busy anyway, why won't you be serious about it?" That's the line that gets me to go to the bathroom and take a shower, then go to school.

"Where's the asshole?" I asked her, after finally exploring my way out of the warm sheets I was so comforatbly in. The first thing I saw caught my ire, which caused me to get up faster than I should and run to her room. I found an empty bed and some of my sister's clothes on the floor. Whenever I see my sister in two pieces of lacy underwear, I know she did something, and even she can't deny it. "He left last night. We didn't do anything I swear!" She told me with a big grin. "Where's my phone?" I asked her. "Now I'm your secretary? Geesh. I had to wake you up and now I have to find your phone. Screw this I'm going back to bed."

I found my mobile phone on the couch, with a few messages waiting for my replies. Ten of them were from my students, asking if we had classes that day. I'm not the type of professor you can communicate with through mobile phones. My Cellphone is for my personal life. But since the school requires us to relay our mobile phone numbers to our students, I do give them out.

After taking a shower, I put some sausages and some eggs on the kitchen counter. I then walked through the hall and opened my sister's door. "Hey perv, you're cooking breakfast." She grumpily got up and walked towards me, and gave me a kiss on the cheek-- which became a bite. "Yeah, that works. I'm not food. But I'm yummy." I said. "Suuuuure." She replied as she was waking towards the kitchen.

It was already 7:30 when I got off the building. Heavy rain immediately poured down my car as I drove out of the parking area, and in front of me was a small traffic jam. Apparently, a cab was driving too fast that he hit an armoured truck parked right in front of my building. Way to go in this weather.

I reached the school at around 8:10, just in time for the registrar guy to check my attendance. For the 3rd time this week, I wondered why I took 8am classes. They were the least popular schedules among everybody-- students and faculty alike. Who wants to get up that early anyway?

By the time my class started, the rain was already too hard. I had eight students in front of me, every single one of them doing their facebook things. I don't really mind it, since we still didn't have quorum. But when one of my students accessed a porn site, I quickly stood up and went to her station. "Now, that's something." I stood behind her, slowly leaning forward to get a bigger view of the monitor. She quickly quit the browser and faced me, with a blush. "I don't really mind dear, although somebody else might see you. Be careful." She quietly turned back to her computer and did nothing for the next twenty minutes, until I started the day's lesson.

From the very first day of classes, I noted her to be somehow different from the other students. She didn't have friends in the class, nor did I ever see her out of the classroom with anybody. I once found her in the farthest corner of the cafeteria with her laptop, her ears plugged with earphones. She didn't look shy, though. She just always seemed troubled, like there was something in her mind that can't break free.

"Next week, I'd like to see your drafts of the layout for your portfolios. Be reminded that anything that resembles a website will be torn, and thrown to the bin. Mind that you need to make them work, so no fancy stuff. I hope you guys understood global functions today. Ok, Go." As my students fled the room, Natasha remained in her station, as though waiting for me to leave. I went to my station and bagged my things to make it seem I'm leaving. "The rain's pretty hard, aren't you supposed to be heading home?" I asked her across the room. I caught a glimpse of her monitor-- she was clearing the private data of the browser. When I didn't hear her reply, I walked out of the room.

I promised Aimee, my "friend" from the HR department I'll give her a ride home today. She lived near my place, so it didn't really bother me. And besides, that lift home might have a few perks with it.

As it was in the morning, heavy rain poured on my car as i drove out of the school's parking lot. Now I see cars turning back. At the far end of the road, I saw that it was flooded. Aimee sighed, "Baha nanaman." "Thanks for pointing that out." I retorted. She pinched my arm as I turned the wheeel to turn back. "I'm driving. Do you want us stranded here?" She smiled slyly towards me and said "That wouldn't be too bad, now, is it?"

After a whole hour of being stuck in traffic and flood, I managed to finally get us to Roxas Boulevard, where there was no flood, but was full of threatening Ninoy Death Posts. Those yellow flaglets with Ninoy's face were all about to fall on the road, and nobody seemed to have remembered that they were by the bay. I drove slowly, thinking of possible exit points to Mandaluyong. No good. I knew just so well that any street crossing Taft avenue would be flooded.

Seeming to take a hint, Aimee pulled my right arm to her, and tugged her self closer to me. She put her arms around my arm, making sure that i would feel her breasts. I looked at her and said "At the face of danger, you're still you, huh?" I gave in anyway, and started massaging her thighs.

Aimee didn't seem to mind the weather today. She was wearing a short office skirt, and a pretty blue blouse. She wore her hair in a bun on top of her head, and put on just the right amount of lip gloss. Her thighs were highly inviting today, more than any time I've seen them, which caused me to forget for a little while the impending problem we're to face.

"There are other options, you know." She said smoothly. My right hand was now rubbing her slit through her panties. She helped by pulling her skirt higher up and spreading her legs. "It's getting a bit stuffy in here anyway." I said. "And wet. Really wet." She added. By that time we were already by Pedro Gil, and I was ready to turn back for the opposite direction.

Still weighing my options, and still rubbing her through her underwear, I parked at one of the parking areas at Baywalk. When I finally pulled the parking brake, I abruptly turned to her and kissed her in the neck, while my other hand, being free of the wheel now, jumped to undo her blouse. She obliged by stroking my still flacid cock, urging it to get up. "So what do you suggest?" I asked her as I nibbled on her earlobes. "There are some places we can stay around here. You up for it?" She asked as she squeezed my manhood. "Seems like you're already UP for it."

I gave her right nipple a pinch, and started driving again-- to Quirino Avenue.

To be continued.