It was finally Saturday. I was exhausted from my overtime work last night. I looked at my iPhone. It was 8.20 am in the morning. I got up and went to the supermarket to buy some groceries. On weekdays, I was always busy. Just a few months ago, I was offered a position as a head of department in a private university here in Singapore. While the pay was not bad, the work load was overwhelming. I needed to conduct research, teach and grade students' assignments. I did have staffs, but as I just joined the institute for only 3 months, I tried to get to know a bit of everything about the how things worked there. Saturdays and Sundays were rest time for me. It was when I could have my private time. I always ate outside during weekdays, but for weekends, I tried to cook. This time, I bought and prepared the ingredients to cook chicken rice.
I just moved to a condominium in Robertson Quay less than a week ago. Before that I stayed in a service apartment in Orchard. They paid my accommodation for the first 3 months as they wanted me to have time to adjust to life in the country. I was from neighbouring country, but I went to universities in New Zealand and spent several years working there. This year, I would be 30 years old.
In my new home, I stayed with the landlord. She was a lady in her mid 40s. She was local Chinese, 1.7 m tall and slender with B-cup boobs. She had fair skin and honestly speaking, I would consider her to be pretty for her age. She owned a successful event-organizing company. She was a divorcée without any kid.
The apartment where I stayed with her was a two-bedroom apartment with a living room, a kitchen, a store room and a balcony. Each bedroom had its own bathroom, so I could have my own privacy.
I came home with the groceries and started to cook chicken rice for my lunch. Since coming here, chicken rice had always been my favourite food. I borrowed books from the community libraries and tried to learn a bit about the recipe and its history.
I was cooking when she came home. She just had breakfast in a neighbourhood cafe.
"Good morning, Ms. Tan!" I greeted her.
"Good morning, Dan!" she greeted me back and immediately went to her room. We didn't see each other.
My cooking was almost done when she suddenly came out from her room to make some coffee in the kitchen. She wore a casual white sleeveless top and pink mini shorts. Her top was translucent and her black bra was clearly visible. On the other hand, I was in my casual white t-shirt and blue shorts.
"This aroma? Could it be chicken rice?" she asked.
"Bingo!" I replied.
We started to talk. She was surprised that I could cook chicken rice especially when I had been in the country for only a few months. I told her how I was impressed with it the first time I ate it and how I tried to find out how to make it from books. I offered to share it with her later and she accepted it. The chicken was done and the rice cooker would stop cooking automatically. I was now making the chilli sauce using mortar and pestle. The kitchen was now very fragrant. She was curious and looked at how I did it. She stood and tried to get her head over my shoulder. I was crushing the ginger and garlic. Some of the juices splashed over our faces. We laughed a little and looked at each other. Her face was so close. Our eyes met and she suddenly moved closer. Our lips met. I stopped my chilli making. She closed her eyes and let her tongue out. It touched my lips. I opened my mouth and her tongue immediately went in.
I had an instant hard on. I could feel her boobs brushing against my back. Her arms started to wrap my waist. Her breath got faster. Our tongues met and fought. She smelled so good. I let go the mortar and pestle. We stopped kissing. I turned around, now facing her. Our breaths were fast. We both gasped for air. We were alone in this apartment. It was an awkward silence. The sexual tension was so high and it suddenly felt hot. I could see that she also started to sweat.
"It's hot here," I said.
"I think we need to finish the chilli," she looked at the mortar and then at me. I started to reach for the mortar again while, to my surprise she also did the same. Our hands touched and it sent us down a slippery slope. Our mouths immediately met and this time, there was no shyness whatsoever. Our tongues explored each other's mouth. Our bodies closed in and that was when my hard on brushed against her pussy. She moaned. I kissed her right ear, neck and right shoulder. Her right hand rubbed my cock through my shorts. My hands were on her upper arms.
Her left hand guided my right hand to her left boob. I massaged it gently. It was soft and tender. Then, she pulled down the laces of her tank top and bra. She pulled down her bra cups and there were her boobs. They were porcelain white with pink erect nipples. I massaged both nipples with my hands.
