My name is Elaine and I work as a junior executive in a large bank in the Kuala Lumpur. Coming from a small-town background, it was pretty daunting when I got my first job and had to move to the big city. In my early twenties and with barely two dollars to rub together, accommodation was a huge problem since I didn't know anyone or the first thing about finding housemates. After scouring what must have been dozens of newspaper ads, I ended up living in a run-down single-storey terrace house in a poor part of town just to make ends meet.
Tall (well, unusually tall for a girl of Chinese descent), fair, slim and single, I really stood out from the rest of my neighbors; most of them were low-income civil servants who were married with large families. The exception was Aida, the Malay nurse who lived next door. A petite, brown-skinned beauty with a full figure, she was the neighborhood belle and looked in her early thirties. I heard she was divorced and childless, her looks and figure earned her many suitors but apparently she didn't have the appetite for relationships after being burned once.
Now, as my job involved being stuck behind a cubicle all day, I hardly had any friends in my first year in the big city, and ended up staying at home most nights. It didn't help that my boss was a bastard and worked the whole division like slaves, and we sometimes had to put in 16-hour days. One night, after a particularly exhausting day I was just about to get changed and step into the shower when I heard a tap at my gate.
It was Aida, dressed in a grey housecoat. It was amazing, even in such a shapeless garment she still looked stunning, with a figure I envied endlessly. Apparently her lights had all gone out suddenly and she with a pleading look in her eyes she begged me to come and take a look at her switch box. It had been acting up lately and she didn't trust to call anyone else, after all she was alone and afraid. There had been numerous reports of break-ins in the area, as the houses lacked any form of alarm systems or anti-theft grilles. Still in my office clothes and dreaming of a long soak in the hot tub I reluctantly went over.
Her house was in a bit of a mess and she apologized, she'd apparently been to busy to do any cleaning lately. Peering at her switchbox, which was probably 20 years old, I couldn't seem to see anything out of place. Oddly enough, I thought I'd try flipping on the light switches to see if they miraculously worked. To my surprise the dim fluorescent bulb turned on almost immediately.
Suddenly, Aida grabbed me from behind. As I turned to face her shocked, I offered almost no resistance when her lips locked with mine in a passionate, forceful kiss. As I let out an almost inaudible gasp, I felt her tongue probe my mouth, thrusting with reckless abandon, her full breasts and thick nipples pressing onto mine.
As she broke the kiss I tried to back away to the wall, but Aida gripped me tightly, holding her body against mine. Still circling my waist with her left hand she forcefully kissed me again, while swiftly reaching down with her right hand to undo the sash that held her housecoat together, partially revealing her glorious breasts. This time, I managed to squirm my way out of the kiss and tried to run out of her house.
"I-I-I can't do thi-," I stammered. Before that night, I had never had a sexual experience before, and I suppose a woman, even one as gorgeous as Aida forcing herself on me really freaked me out. I had never been athletic or sporty, though I was a good half a head taller than her, so I really should have broken free. But packed in that slender, petite frame she seemed to have superhuman strength as I tried to struggle free from her grasp and we somehow ended on tangled on her sofa, she sitting on me as I vainly struggled to get up. In the struggle, her housecoat had completely fallen off and she sat astride me dressed in nothing by a sheer white negligee that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
The dim lighting and moonlight played softly her smooth brown, dusky skin, accentuated by a sheen of glistening sweat worked up in the struggle that left her sheer negligee even more transparent, if that was actually possible, and clinging to her sweet smelling skin. Her beautiful breasts heaved up as she panted heavily, a testament to the valiant but ultimately vain struggle I had put up. Growing up, I had heard all the obligatory dirty jokes at school about Malay women having the saggy tits but hers were firm and taut with puffy pink aureolae and thick rounded nipples starkly visible through the negligee. I couldn't help but steal a glance at her pubic area and caught a glimpse of a dark, neatly-trimmed triangle of thatch. The scent of her musky perfume, our sweat and the faux-leather, PVC couch mingled to form a heady, most arousing smell.
I opened my mouth to protest by she immediately put a finger to my lips and begged, "Please, I really need to make love to you" she whispered in my ear, her eyes managing both to convey a situation of both desire and despair. "I've wanted to for so many nights, you can't even begin to understand!"
Slowly and purposefully she unbuttoned my office coat, and her face lit up in a half-smile when the coat parted, revealing my off-white silk undershirt. I took in a sharp breath as Aida tenderly caressed my breasts through the soft silk and I was almost glad I hadn't worn a bra that day. "Ooh, I think you're starting to enjoy this," she whispered as she lightly grazed my nipples with her fingertips, feeling there erect like little nubs screaming for attention.
