A Great Way to fly

[desertaria]

Hi Bros and sis' of SBF,

I have been reading some of the stories here for some time and I have to say, whether true or not, they are really interesting. Maybe we can all compile and publish a book called the True Singapore Sex Stories!

Anyway after reading so much, I have decided to share some of my encounters here. Pardon me if my writing is poor and do support if you like them.

I will start with an encounter that happened nearly 4 years ago in 2006. Even today when I look back, I can scarcely believe it happened so I have no doubts some of you will be skeptical.

But please sit back and enjoy, regardless. Let me organize my thoughts and I will start shortly.

[S.B.Y]

Hope it"s NOT on my Nasional Carrier hehehe

Carry on Mas

[Yod4]

is this a mile-high club story that involves our nation's favourite airline??

[desertaria]

It was not the first time we met.

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I was sitting at the penultimate row of the cabin, on aisle seat H. Next to me, the seat was empty and a slightly older than middle-age PRC man occupied the window seat, staring out into the dark Shanghai sky. He seemed to be nursing a bad cough, and I was glad there was at least an empty seat between us. As was my habit, I scanned the cabin looking at each of the flight attendants. Most of them seemed pretty senior, some with the faint wrinkles at the edges of the eyes betraying their attempt at covering up. All but one.

She looked the youngest and was the shortest among the group of flight attendants; average-sized but luminous eyes adorned her face balanced by a soft, prominent nose. Her lips were coloured red in the usual SQ style, with a slightly fuller lower lip that threatened to melt the heart or set it racing if she decided to pout. Fine features framed by a youthful, round and feminine face that tapered nicely at the chin. Hair, professionally and neatly tied up in a bun that accentuated her youthfulness rather than smother it. Pretty, I decided. And she was serving my aisle. At least the trip back to Singapore wouldn’t be a total bore.

I caught her eye several times; smiling what I thought was my best charming smile. At first, I tried to make small talk but with little success. Still, I was not totally bereft of luck as it was soon apparent that the old gentleman sharing my row of seats couldn’t speak a word of English and had a very strong, almost undecipherable Northern PRC accent. He asked her for some peanuts and water but her slightly puzzled expression told me she didn’t quite comprehend. I thought it was strange as her reply in Mandarin was stuttering in bits and pieces and I couldn’t quite place her accent. I chipped in with a translation and she flashed me a brief grateful smile. First contact.

This gave me many opportunities during the flight to initiate conversation. Just before supper was served, the old gentleman required some warm water for his pills and I relayed the request accordingly. As she was handing over the cup, she said, “Thank you so much, sir. You’ve been a great help. I can’t thank you enough.” “Well, I do expect some repayment.” The reply was unexpected, and she paused momentarily. But quickly, she regained her composure, resumed her smile and this time her eyes twinkled mischievously. “Oh,” she said archly, “and what would that be?” I motioned for her to come closer so I could whisper in her ear. “I want you… … to tell me if the fish or chicken is the better choice for supper later. “ She laughed. “That would be the chicken. The fish are a little overdone today.” “Great! And if you could hand me a glass of warm water to go with that advice, you’d be a life saver.”

About an hour and a half later, I found myself waiting outside the lavatory. She was nearby, preparing some refreshments. She saw me and smiled. Charming, I thought. “Does it get tiring, these early AM flights?” I asked, in a clumsy attempt to make conversation. “It’s not really that bad for me,” she replied a little cheekily. “I am still young.” And in a conspiratorial whisper she said, “I party a lot so such hours are more the rule than the exception.” “Old guys like me can’t keep up with you youngsters.” “You’re kidding right? I am guessing you’re about 26-27.” “Bingo! You’ve got good and pretty eyes. And I’d be so impolite to say you are not a day over 22.” “21!” She chided in a joking manner. “What a faux pas!” I replied, falsely abashed. “I won’t hold it against you.” My mind flashed back to a silly joke I heard before: “Then if I said you have a beautiful body would you hold it against me?” but of course it was crass and I did not want to spoil the impression, so I simply said, “You are too gracious,” and regretfully stepped into the recently vacated washroom.

Following that, there were some snatches of conversation but the rest of the trip was, unfortunately rather uneventful. I could see I made a good impression, though.

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I have divided the story into several parts. Hope its not too long-winded.

[GeMiNiZzzzZzz]

Nice interesting story...Cheers..

[HolySh!t]

Ching English. Thank God I understood all of it Anyways good Story

[halcyon]

Interesting. Please carry on.

[topcook1]

Nice one...camping for more...

[desertaria]

Singapore to Bangkok a month later was the second time. As I made my way to the seat at the back of the cabin, my usual scanning eyes caught a familiar face right ahead. As our eyes met, I could see them widen slightly in recognition but the slight frown told me that she couldn’t quite place me. I was a little disappointed, to be honest. As I ambled past her, I confirmed our past encounter. “Hello there. You look as good as I remember.” This seemed to add to her confusion.

A little later, she popped by and I could see that she was still the same. Pretty and petite with pert, slightly above-average boobs (that could have been the push-up) and ample hips hugged snugly by the wonderfully designed SQ uniform. “Good afternoon, sir. I should know you, but I am embarrassed to say I can’t quite recall.” “You hired me briefly as a Mandarin interpreter last month, and gave me brilliant advice on airplane food.” “Oh!” Her mouth formed a perfect “O” as recognition registered. “Yes, I remember now. Thank you so much the other time. You see, I am Malay/Chinese and I took Bahasa in school.” “That would explain your good looks, then.” A faint blush, but that could have been the make-up. I continued, “I doubt I’d be of much help this time though, since the only Thai I know is ‘Hello’ and ‘Where’s the toilet?’”. She laughed the same tinkling laughter I recall, and replied, “It’s only a short trip so I am hoping to just wing it. If you need anything, please let me know, sir.” “For starters, you must stop calling me ‘sir’. We know each other too well for that. My name is J. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” “I am Y, and it is a pleasure indeed. Oh and this time, the beef seems pretty good.”

After the meal, I managed to get a conversation going again. I suppose there’s an advantage to sitting right at the back and being the last person whose tray was to be collected. She could afford to linger slightly longer. “Did you enjoy the beef, J?” “Your endorsements have been spot on so far.” “It’s the least I can do for a friend.” “You know, Y. I am seriously considering more frequent meals with you. To improve my palate, if nothing else.” I very nearly winked, but halted myself in time for fear of appearing the old-fashioned lecher. Instead, I kept my face impassive, my tone casual, almost like an afterthought. “That can certainly be arranged.” She replied with a wink, and I almost burst out in laughter at this. I motioned her closer and said into her ear, inhaling that exotic and tugging fragrance of JP Gaultier combined with the fresh flavor of youthful femininity, “I’m hoping it will be sooner rather than later, babe.” She touched my arm almost imperceptibly, like butterfly wings. “You are such a tease.” She smiled and carried on with her work.

Bangkok was too close for my liking and the plane soon landed. As I was waiting to disembark, I felt a light tap on my left shoulder. “I believe this is something you might like.” I turned and Y pressed a small slip of paper into my palm. Not one to miss an opportunity, I closed my palm and held on to her fingers for a short while. I knew it would not be good if her colleagues saw so I kept it brief but firm. “You won’t have to wait too long. Thank you.”

[Jurist]

Fluent and interesting. Waiting for the update.

[Mrdude]

nt too bad...am waitin for more updates..sq quite easy to pick up..they often at zouk(velvet)..and st james...also attica..thats where most of them hang out..

[desertaria]

“Hello, it’s J. Would you happen to be in town this weekend?” “Sry. Got a flight,” was the short even curt reply about 10 minutes later. Strike one, I thought. It was too good to be true. Well, two more strikes to go before I am pitched out. I was pleasantly surprised about six hours later though when private number appeared on my Samsung. “Hello J, it’s me, Y! Sorry, I was in a real hurry just now.” My heart skipped a beat. “That’s alright. Where are you right now?” “In Vietnam,” was the cheerful reply. “You do get around, don’t you?” “Hahaha. It’s my job, hun. Listen, how about next weekend? It’s my off-period.” “Don’t you need to rest, babe?” “Nah, time’s too precious. Let’s do dinner and then clubbing after that?” Clubbing? This girl really liked to party. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll sort dinner out. Any preference?” “None, whatsoever.” “Alright, babe. See you next Saturday then.” “Looking forward!” That makes two of us, babe.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough. 7pm was the ETA and Garibaldi was the destination. I was running slightly late and reached the hotel ten minutes after the appointed time. “Table for two reserved under J.” I said to the waiter, hoping that Y was later than I was. My hopes were dashed as he replied, “This way, sir. The young lady arrived a short while ago.” Silently cursing myself for being tardy, I put on my best smile and followed the waiter.

She was simply gorgeous. Where do I start? My recollection of her had always been a girl impeccably and immaculately groomed in the manner befitting of the SIA attendants, so I was taken aback this day. Her naturally brownish hair was done in a chic fashion, with large curls meandering down to her shoulders. Two large gold bangles dangled from her earlobes to frame her pretty face. No fake lashes for this lady, but delicately curled with subtle eyeliner enhancing her eyes. They were not large, but nicely shaped. Her face was lightly brushed pink and subtly made up to hide the baby cheeks. Lips painted red and glossy made the fuller lower half more kissable than I recall.

She wore a black, off-shoulder asymmetrical dress loosely cinctured at the waist by a thin, red leather cord. A string of stone crystals cascaded from her neck to the middle of her torso. Her right shoulder was exposed, showing a smooth expanse of bronze, tantalizing flesh. Despite the fact that the dress was designed to be flow loosely, it could not hide the curves below the neck line. The dress ended slightly above her thighs which were slimmer than I expected, given her ample hips. The lower body’s proportion was good, with long calves that tapered down to delicate ankles belying her 1.6m height. At the end of her slender arms were a series of bangles which jingled every time she moved her arms.

“I am so sorry, you have no idea how I regret those lost 10 minutes with you.” I started with a bit of flattery. “It’s alright, hun. I was only slightly ahead of you.” Dinner was an enjoyable affair. I had a slow start as being late put me off my stride but after some wine and conversation, I was able to gather some form. I could tell she was charmed by my quips and observations. Throughout the meal, her scent kept distracting me, together with the view of the shoulders and neckline which hinted at secret hidden pleasures.

“What’s next, babe?” “Let’s head to the Butter Factory. I so need to dance.” So that’s where we went next. We hailed a cab to Robertson Quay. Y was really flirtatious in the taxi, leaning real close with a bit of touching, hands on laps; little gestures that set my veins afire. Could it be the wine, I wondered. All in all, I felt I might be in for a really interesting night after all, who knows what’s going to happen with bodies rubbing against one another on the packed dance floor.


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Stay Tuned. I hope you have enjoyed the story so far. Please up if you do.

Admittedly the build up is quite slow, sorry about that, but we'll be getting to the juicy parts soon.

[eeemen]

Another camper here, waiting for updates. Thanks

[desertaria]

“J, this is M, D and S,” Y pointed to the two guys and one female respectively. I was a disappointed to find out that she had asked her other friends to the Butter Factory as well. Nevertheless, I kept a nonchalant and sociable front of course. There was some benefit though as it turned out they were regulars, so we had a small table all to ourselves.

The drinks arrived and after the first round, Y grabbed my arm. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go!” And we hit the dance floor. In all honesty, I am a terrible dancer, two left feet and all. But boy, could this girl dance! She got right into the groove and seemed to flow with the music. Her body was liquid melody, her moves were velvet seduction. We were close; as she moved our bodies brushed. Suddenly I felt awkward; I didn’t know where to place my arms. Fortunately she made that decision for me, putting them around her waist that was alive with rhythm.

The strobe-lighted atmosphere, the heady effect of the alcohol, the proximity of her body, the feel of my arms around her waist, the tingle of anticipation as her breasts brushed against my chest, the musky scent of her hair, perfume and mild perspiration; all these heightened the level of excitement and threatened to overwhelm me. I gripped her a little more firmly and my hands started roaming slightly. No resistance, she moved closer and our bodies were basically touching, which really was a ridiculous way to dance but I wasn’t about to complain. Not when I could basically feel the full expanse of the body. At this point, I forgot about her other friends.

I was hard and she knew it, the little minx. She stared at me with eyes that taunted and teased. Her lips parted slightly. She pressed her lower body hard against mine, massaging my erect organ through the layers of now-inconvenient fabric. I lowered my head and nibbled on her ear, tracing my tongue to the lobes. She tensed in apparent pleasure, and pressed herself more firmly against me. The world contracted and there was no one on the dance floor.

Quite deliberately she turned, with her back now against me. Gods, she used her full hips and firm ass to great effect, pushing against my dick. She reached behind me with her left arm and pushed my body against hers. “I love this,” she looked up at me as I made out her words. With her other hand she teased, holding my hands and moving them up and down her body, stopping just above her thighs and below her breasts where I could feel their lower hemispheres. If this was a porn movie, I would have done her then and there.

A wave of cold washed over my back, interrupting my utopia. Some clumsy fool had spilled a quarter of his jug of Bourbon coke on my back. Shit! I exited the floor and headed to the washroom to tidy up. She headed back to our table. After ten minutes of cleaning up, I decided it was good enough. I took out my handphone for a cursory check and was amazed to see 37 missed calls. It was my mother and she never calls me more than twice when I am out late and don’t reply. Something must be up. I called back and she was frantic. Over the music and her hysteria, I could only make out the words sister, boyfriend, fight, knife and help. Damn it! What a time for a family emergency.

I had to go. With great reluctance, I went back to Y and told her the unwelcome news. I could tell she was disappointed, but she saw the number of missed calls and understood that something serious was up. “Baby, you have no idea how reluctant I am to leave you here, but I guess I have to.” She leaned over, breasts resting on my forearm. That almost immediately changed my mind about going back. As she planted a kiss on my cheek, she whispered, “We’re not done yet, honey. I will have more.”

Prophetic words. There was indeed more to come, but not in the way I ever imagined.

[GeMiNiZzzzZzz]

英雄难过美人关..父母也可以不管....

Keep it up TS..