Story: The Invitation - Page 34

shawy · #**496** 11-08-2013, 01:29 PM

cool story update faster

freshblood · #**497** 11-08-2013, 04:41 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Hardaway1818

Sorry for my long absence. My grandfather-in-law passed away last week, hence was a bit tied up.

Will be back soon

My Condolences, bro.

wildsoulx · #**498** 11-08-2013, 08:47 PM

my condolences ts

kanachu38 · #**499** 11-08-2013, 10:38 PM

My condolences bro. Hope your family is doing fine

milan2009milan · #**500** 11-08-2013, 11:05 PM

:0.......tc

Pulse · #**501** 12-08-2013, 02:25 AM

Condolences TS

Hardaway1818 · #**502** 12-08-2013, 07:27 PM

Guys, thanks for all the well-wishes. Me and family are alright as it is not an unexpected event.

Anyway I will be back soon

Hardaway1818 · #**503** 12-08-2013, 09:18 PM

Time: Friday night
Venue: Lounge Bar

10.15 pm

Elaine and I are now drinking at a bar.

I had caught up with Elaine at the hotel lobby. She was devastated by the scene of her husband, Raymond, in bed with another woman at the hotel room. She cried herself silly into my broad, sturdy chest. After calming down, she requested me to bring her somewhere quiet to have some drinks and to calm herself down.

So here we are, seated at a quiet cosy corner on the rooftop of Esplanade, overlooking the Marina Bay Sands and the Fullerton waterfront. I am a regular at this place as this is a very good place to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life, without those raucous bars and deafening music, just chilling out with a nice glass of wine in peace and enjoying the serene night scene.

For the first half an hour, her phone rings incessantly. She never picks up any of them. Total 38 missed calls and 15 messages. Raymond gives up without any response from her.

I have instructed the waiters not to come to our table unless I call for them as I want to give Elaine as much peace and breathing space to calm down as possible. We are nestled peacefully at an exclusive area.

The night view is beautiful. The majestic Marina Bay Sands with its trademark ship-shaped garden atop its three blocks on one side and the flickering lights and activities along the Fullerton area bustling with weekend clubbers on the other side. Who says Singapore doesn’t have a beautiful night scene?

In front of me, is a beautiful girl, who has kept totally silent throughout the car trip here and now just sitting there in silence, staring at the beautiful night scene in front of her. However, you can tell that her stare is hollow. She is not admiring at the scene; she is staring in blank.

She seems hurt.

In her left hand is a bottle of red wine. In her left hand is her wine glass, which she is sending to her mouth in short, frequent intervals. Her cheeks are rosy-red, not certain if it’s due to the wine or her sobbing.

10.40 pm

After what seems like eternity, I finally pluck up enough courage to break the silence after sensing her breathing has somewhat become more peaceful, an indication of her calming down.

“Elaine, you ok?”

“Errmm……”

A short, non-committal reply and she falls into silence again, downing her glass of wine.

I am getting very worried about her getting drunk so I grab the wine bottle from her. Somehow in such a situation, the gentleman side of me is rearing its head higher than the lustful side of me.

I am really concerned about her.

I am in a weird dilemma. I am the one who came up with the plot to cause this, yet now at this moment, I am really concerned about her.

Somehow, this special girl is making me feel more like protecting her than to take advantage of her. Only one woman has made me feel this way before. That is Claire.

“Come Elaine, don’t down in sorrow by yourself. I will drink with you.”

I gulp down the whole glass in one shot. I have never drink wine like this before, to me, that’s being disrespectful to the wine.

Elaine turns slowly and looks at me.

She speaks in a very slow and measured tone.

“Am I such an unattractive woman? Why is my husband not touching me for such a long time and now he is fooling around with other woman?”

To make sure she can feel my sincerity and honesty in my answer, I reply in an equally slow and measured manner.

“Elaine, trust me, you are one of the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”

At this moment, our eyes lock into each other.

At this moment, I can feel the air around us coming to a standstill.

At this moment, the world seems to be only me and Elaine.

We lean towards each other.

I can feel her body heat, smell her sweet perfume, and feel her soft lips upon mine.

I can taste the red wine on her lips. I put my right hand lightly on her head and pull her closer to me.

Our lips close onto each other tightly. My tongue slide past her lips and begin to explore her mouth. My left hand move up to her slender waist and rest it there.

Elaine moves her both hands around my neck and we embrace ourselves into a slow, sensual kiss.

I can feel Elaine’s lips tremble slightly when our tongues meet each other. I begin to suck on her tongue and nibble on her bottom lip ever so lightly. She tastes so sweet.

A light breeze is blowing onto us, yet unable to cool off the heated passion between us.

My left hand moves up from her left waist and touch her breast through the fabric. She releases a breath and moans softly. Her eyes are half-closed, looking at me in a sweet, pleading manner, which gives my hand greater encouragement to knead more strongly. My action is sending waves of arousal through Elaine’s body as she is getting more passionate in her kiss.

Her hands rest onto my thighs and move up higher, and higher.

Her whole tongue is slid into my mouth, the taste driving me wild. I suck and suck onto her tongue and her hands move to my crotch, feeling my hardness through my pants.

At this moment, both of us are awaken from our dreamland by her phone ringing.