Fucking My Girl in Her JC Uniform

[ashtodust]

Seven

The best sex comes after resolving a difficult problem in a relationship. Running my hand around Jeanette's smooth, naked shoulders and body, I relished the great feeling of having her in my arms, on my bed. Some women always smell good no matter what. My morning wood raged even stronger after sniffing Jeanette's luscious hair and neck.

Me: Isn't it strange we still haven't add each other on Facebook?

We had each other's phone numbers just because of work.

Jeanette stirred from my embrace and reached for her phone, adding me on her Facebook.

Jeanette: Now you can stalk me for all your want... dear...

Jeanette stared at me dreamily and kissed me on my neck passionately.

I responded by groping her from under the sheets.

Jeanette: Not now, dear... I need to work today and I need to go home to dress up! I don't want to go to work in the same clothes as yesterday.

Before I could say anything, she was on her way out.

Jeanette: I love you!

My apartment door slammed shut.

With her Facebook loaded on my phone, it was time to browse all her photos and see what she had been doing all her life.

Besides the clarinet, it turns out that Jeanette is a piano enthusiast too. There were several pictures of her playing the piano, and I also loaded some of the videos of her recitals that she posted. As if she wasn't attractive enough, I found myself falling with her again.

Jeanette also has a dog, and there were so many intimate pictures of her and her dog. One day, I want to take the dog's place and cuddle a pyjama-clad Jeanette on her bed... I want to walk in through the gap in the toilet's door and watch Jeanette bathe...

She meets a small group of friends regularly. Their latest photo together was at the beach, in their bikinis. Did Jeanette look hot in those black bikinis! Jeanette really likes black alot. Among the 4 of them, the other woman that caught my eye was this toned, ang mo looking lady with a Chinese name whose jugs were spilling from her bikini. Jeanette was the only one with a tattoo.

One day I will meet them...

I scrolled and scrolled, eventually reaching her JC life.

Jeanette hasn't changed much over the past 10 years. She is still the same petite, demure girl she was 10 years ago. There was pictures of ECA practices, birthday celebrations and prom. One picture stood out among them all, and that was a picture of Jeanette having her face smashed by a cake on her birthday.

The white cream trickling down her face gave me many ideas.

Jeanette was darker back then, and her bronze skin looked really great against that blue uniform. She had thinner legs back then, but it's still the same smooth glowing skin and equally sexy legs.

I liked that picture accidentally.

Whatsapp (Jeanette): JC girl with cream running down her face... that's what you look for on Facebook?

Whatsapp (Me): I've always had something for girls from your JC, remember?

I continued browsing her pictures until...

Snapchat: Picture of Jeanette wearing red lipstick and JC uniform blouse with top buttons unbuttoned

Whatsapp (Jeanette): Let's skip school next Monday and Tuesday, senior.

[ashtodust]

Eight

I love how Jeanette is so kinky.

Notice how she was the one who initiated to fuck in our JC uniforms.

How did I even find such a gem?

I marched into my boss's room, forgetting to knock. He quickly moved his hands to the mouse to hide all his windows. I wonder what he was surfing on his computer.

Mr Soh is a fearsome figure in our industry. No one dares to fight with him, because no one wins him. Within our firm, he is known for his zero tolerance for nonsense and sloppiness. He will do whatever it takes and sacrifice anything to win, and he expects his staff to do the same too.

I like winning too.

No one in our firm really likes to talk to Mr Soh. He only talks about work, and when he talks to you, he gives you more work.

Me: Hello brother! How are you!

Ever since my first day in the firm when I mistook him for my friend, I have been calling him "brother" and behaving this way towards him. Everyone at work is shocked at how I talk to him, but I guess you are allowed to "brother" your boss when you keep impressing him. It was his generous bonus for me managing to sign a large client in my first year that allowed me to buy my own apartment. That company? Jeanette's company.

I have even hit on Mr Soh's wife during company gatherings, but who won't? His wife is Japanese-American, and resembles my favourite porn star since my teenage years. Like how he wins in our industry, he sure is a winner in life.

Me: I want to take 2 days off next week, brother. Can right?

Boss: You... want to take leave? Again?

The only other time I've gone on leave throughout my 3 years in the firm was during my Escape from Chinese New Year.

Me: Yes, brother. New outlook in life, you know?

Boss: It's good you are starting to use your leave, and still giving me results, but I need you this summer, Thomas. You must be here during summer, ok?

Me: Summer? That's an odd way of talking about our work year, boss...

Boss: It's my daughter. She'll be back for her university holiday from the UK, and she's coming here for an internship. You are one of my best and you are different from the rest, Thomas. I want you to mentor her.

I couldn't help but show my excitement at the news. What kind of daughter do you expect a Chinese man and a Japanese-American woman to have? I have seen Sumiko during at Mr Soh's house once when working on a very complicated matter with him, and I would say the mixed blood has blended very well!

Me: So you're letting me spend the whole summer with your daughter? I can work late nights with her alone in office?

I rubbed my chin in mock perversion, except that I was really thinking of what I could do with Sumiko.

Imagine having all the time in the world with a SYT undergraduate intern under your wing, in a demanding industry that involves many late nights...

A possibly hormonal, sexual SYT undergraduate with a body to kill for...

Mr Soh picked up a ball of wastepaper from his trash can and threw it at me.

Mr Soh: Don't you even think! ... One last thing, Thomas... don't tell anyone that Sumiko is my daughter...

Me: You can entrust me with your daughter, brother... I'm just waiting for the day you give me her hand...

Mr Soh: One more word from you and I'll call you back from your leave next week!

I'm going to have fresh meat this summer. A hot mixed blood SYT. My boss's daughter. My intern.

But first, I have a sexcapade with Jeanette to prepare for...

[BMW69]

You're really living it up brother.

[ojit82]

Well done! Superb story! Passing by an ex's house is never easy... especially the ones whom u have never stop loving... awesome... simply awesome

[ashtodust]

Nine

I have forgotten that I had cut my hair short until I saw myself in the mirror.

Today is the day of my sexcapade with Jeanette.

I couldn't sleep last night as I thought about what I'll be doing to Jeanette and with Jeanette today.

Driving through the drizzle after the rush hour traffic in the morning, I admired the magnificence of the building where we will spend the night. In the lobby of the swanky hotel, I watched as all kinds of people checked out of their rooms.

The oddest couples around were the foreign old men with their arms wrapped around local looking SYTs. Were they escorts?

It was nice of the hotel to grant my request to check in early. I got in to the room and changed to my own uniform and kept the keys to my car in the safe. I won't need the keys for the rest of today. The last time I wore this uniform was for an office party that Mr Soh organized, and it didn't feel that tight back then. I wanted to book a cheap, sleazy hotel for the experience, but Jeanette argued against it. Of course you must listen to the lady.

"Excuse me!"

A rude lady rushed me from behind on the escalator. I looked up the escalator and realised that the right side was empty, and there is a rule about standing to the left of the escalator.

I gave way to her, and my defenses gave way to her ass.

How can anyone resist those tight buns and smooth thighs wrapped in that flared skirt?

I went back on the right and walked behind her. As I did so, the screeching of the incoming train caused a flurry of activity as people picked up speed around the escalator.

The rude lady chased the train.

Her skirt gave way.

Like petals of a blooming flower, the flares of her skirt spread out as she kicked at the steps, rushing for the train.

I was the lucky bee who saw the pollen.

It was a short train ride before I had to take a bus to Jeanette's school. JC students don't drive. By this time, students were already leaving school and my bus was full of secondary school students from the nearby school. A stench of body odour permeated the bus. Turning around to look for the source, I found that it was a group of netballers. They didn't have their bags with them and I had a full view of their figures from their jerseys. Their shorts were so short, they might as well not wear pants. Moving my way through the crowded bus, I tried to get closer to these netballers. The nice thing about schoolgirls is that they are never old.

When I got close enough to them, I realised that they were really tall for their age. Their bodies were radiating with the smell of deodorant and the sweat that the deodorant was supposed to cover up. Their non existent shorts did nothing to cover their tanned, glowing tight legs, some of which were even muscular. Some of these netballers were lucky enough to be well-endowed, while there was one who was an airport runway.

I don't know if they wanted it that way, but their jerseys were all too loose for them. From where I stood, I could peer down each of their chests and see their sports bras and pubescent bosoms. These girls were more concerned with talking among themselves than balancing themselves on the bus. As if the smell and the sights was not enough, whenever the bus came to a stop, the girl nearest to me would find herself jerking towards me, the smooth skin of her arms touching mine, the fabric of her jersey and shorts rubbing against mine. This went on for many times, and each time she apologised to me for crashing into me, I thanked her inside me.

I wish I could stay on the bus with those girls longer, but I had to alight to wait for my special girl to end school.

The bus stop outside Jeanette's JC was teeming with students already. I attracted curious looks as I alighted the bus. Our JCs are not near, and it must have been strange for someone from my school to be there.

The sea of blue was teeming with young energy, and it reminded me of how old I am. There were boys with heavy bags looking at their phones, girls who were still young enough to pull off bangs and still look cute, talking about school, and of course, young couples doing their thing.

In the gentle breeze after the morning drizzle, my heart skipped a few beats as a uniform-clad Jeanette walked towards the bus stop, her altered short skirt swaying in the wind, her sweet smile and loving gaze melting my heart as always.

Her hair was bunned up, just like how she looked in her JC photos on Facebook. It was also dyed black specially for this occasion. Jeanette exuded a more womanly vibe than the other girls around her and stood out like a jewel. Her strides spoke of confident stability and maturity, unlike those of the girls around her. Yet her face still looked so young, as if she didn't age throughout the past 10 years. She was wearing the matching sneakers and bags that we bought for each another. The only difference is she looks fairer than 10 years ago.

I caught a few boys stealing glances at Jeanette. Was it the special womanly vibe from her? Was it the weird feeling they had that they haven't seen this girl in school at all?

All I know is, she is mine. All mine.

Jeanette's heart skipped a few beats.

Spotting me amid the sea of blue, she stopped dead on her tracks as her loins, hips and legs shuddered, her body arching forwards to control that surge of sensations.

The remote control in my pocket really works.

[ashtodust]

Most of my stories are based on real encounters but today's chapter is fiction.

Ten

Me: All the boys are looking at you, Jeanette. You are like the enigmatic belle that everyone notices but never gets to get close to.

Jeanette: I'm the cool girl who gets an elite boyfriend then!

We boldly held our hands at the bus stop, attracting some looks.

Jeanette leaned closer to me and whispered to my ear, teasing me with this light scent of my favorite perfume emanating from her chest.

Jeanette: I've always had something for boys from your JC, Thomas...

We got on the bus to our next destination and went for the back seat. I thought we looked very sweet with our matching bags and sneakers. A girl stood beside our seat, and there were gaps between the buttons of her blue blouse. I stole a few glances at the gaps, mentally raping the unsuspecting schoolgirl with the unauthorized access I had to her bra and everything under her blouse.

A light slap on my manhood awoke me from my fantasy and Jeanette pouted at me.

She took off her cardigan and placed it on my laps and rested her head on them.

With her hand under her head, Jeanette flashed me a naughty smile as my manhood grew with the tender, subtle strokes of her hand.

Jeanette deftly unzipped me with the tight space she had, and covered her head with her cardigan, the back of her body facing me. With her head busy with my cock now, I could go back to raping the girl visually.

Jeanette cupped my balls and gave my shaft a few exploratory sucks, her head bobbing up and down my lap suspiciously. It was helpful that the girl standing beside us was too busy with the Korean drama on her phone to notice the drama happening in front of her, or that I was staring at her blouse.

She was slurping me louder than usual, and I felt my face become warm as the awkwardness got to me. I ran one hand under Jeanette and reached under her blouse, exploring her from the side that is now hidden from view. There was not enough space to do anything, so I undid the top few buttons of her blouse before kneading her breasts.

My crotch was getting warm and wet with sweat and saliva, and I had to try very hard to keep a straight face and not moan. I felt my legs shuddering as Jeanette's blowjob overwhelmed my senses.

Despite the loud slurping, no one seemed to notice anything. Perhaps everyone is too glued to their own phones.

I reached for the remote in my pocket, switching on the lowest power. The intensity of Jeanette's bj went down as she struggled to work with the vibration down her pussy.

I went for the clip of Jeanette's bra and unclasped it for even more space to explore her bosoms.

Jeanette: Mmmummmpppphhh...

Her chest arched towards my hand, craving more attention.

As the bus approached a bus stop and slowed down to stop, I felt that familiar, uncontrollable rush down my manhood. My hand cupped Jeanette's breast and squeezed it tight as my release drew near.

As the bus approached that bus stop and slowed down to stop, the girl beside us jerked forward, losing her balance and her grip of her phone.

Her phone found its way to the back of Jeanette's head.

As the phone made contact with Jeanette's head, I felt the grip on my cock tighten immensely, and the grip became so tight that it hurts.

She lifted her head off my laps reflexively from the pain, exposing her unbuttoned blouse and my cumming manhood.

Her bare 32B bosoms were now only covered by the seat in front of us, free for anyone who was lucky enough to see.

The girl recovered her balance and turned towards us for her phone.

She let out a gasp.

Many people alighted at that bus stop and the blushing schoolgirl took the now empty seats in front of us.

The girl turned around to face us as Jeanette buttoned up, her body lowered in an attempt to make herself less noticeable.

Schoolgirl: That was hot...

[ashtodust]

Eleven

The bus ride ended with Jeanette begging me to stop the vibration, or help her finish.

Jeanette looked so sexily radiant as her body got subjected to the pulses of the vibrating underwear I bought her, her face flush and her mind desperate. I was reluctant to stop.

In frustration, she took off the soaking underwear on the bus and stuffed it into my bag.

Jeanette is now wearing nothing beneath her skirt. The skirt soaked up the juices from her love canal, leaving an wet, dark patch that observant passers-by would notice.

We bought food from a fast food restaurant and hid them in our bags, smuggling them into the empty cinema hall that only had a few other students. One great thing about wearing your uniform is that you get student prices. Since the cinema hall was empty, we went for the back row although our tickets were for another row.

As the movie got underway, Jeanette pulled up her skirt, exposing the glistening folds of her pussy, still wet from the vibrating underwear on the bus. She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her love hole, begging me for release.

Jeanette: Please... dear... help me...

Jeanette was panting with desperation and you could see from her eyes that she was suffering.

I felt my way to her clitoris, massaging that wet little gem. Jeanette's body arched in pleasure, her legs convulsing from the relief package it was receiving. Amid the loud action from the movie, Jeanette's hands roamed around her own chest, and she squeezed and tugged at her own bosoms.

I bent over to eat her out. Like a hungry animal listening to her instincts, Jeanette pushed my head towards her pussy, leaving me with no space to breathe in except within her crotch. My nose and lips were smeared with the sweet womanly nectar of hers as Jeanette opened her legs wider, inviting me.

The grip on my head went away, and the next thing I knew, my black pants were on the floor.

Pushing my face away from her loins, Jeanette slid her petite, hungry body onto me and sat on me, placing the lips of her pussy on my tool.

[andythai]

thanks for the update, bro

[ashtodust]

Twelve

The tight walls of her pussy clenched my tool like a vice, and Jeanette rode me vigorously. My hands roamed under the blue blouse of her JC uniform and explored its contours, making visits to her silky legs and the opening of her waxed, little pussy.

I massaged Jeanette's inner thighs and wandered off to her knees, caressing the area behind her knees. Jeanette's love canal was literally overflowing and gushing with juices, and our privates squished to the beat of Jeanette's riding.

Jeanette turned back, and reached for my face, sucking the breath out of me.

Trying to be discreet, Jeanette hissed into my ear. She sounded very desperate and urgent.

Jeanette: Don't stop, dear... keep pumping me... please...

Her pussy walls tightened and swelled around my manhood, squeezing it repeatedly. Jeanette's grinding against me came to a stop, but I knew I had to carry on. She had been waiting for this moment since our bus ride.

Grabbing hold of her bosoms through her blouse, I pumped her to her orgasm as her mind and body drifted out of my grip...

It took a while for Jeanette to regain her consciousness, and the first thing she reached for was my cock.

I held her wrist and stopped her.

Me: We still have tonight, dear... let me keep this for tonight...

Jeanette has been wearing nothing beneath her skirt since the bus ride, and now her skirt is wetter than ever.

Even in the dim lighting, I could see the outline of a huge patch on the short, blue skirt of hers.

[ashtodust]

Thirteen

We walked back to our hotel, which was near the cinema. Jeanette was walking funny, as if there was something up her pussy. She had let her bunned up hair down in the cinema, and it was now a frizzy mess, as if she just woke up. Her cheeks were still gushing red from all the action we had.

This part onwards is based on real encounters again.

We were still in our JC uniforms, and people gave us weird looks as we boarded the guest lift in our uniforms and matching bags and sneakers.

Wrapping my arms around the small of her back, I stared at this sweet woman in her JC uniform in my arms.

Sometimes I still can't believe she's mine.

With the door of our room locked behind us, we stared at each other hungrily, eager to tear our uniforms off.

I pounced on Jeanette, pushing the both of us on the bed. The smell of the shampoo trapped in her hair, which was bunned up for most of the day, turned me on immensely. I stared at this fair, petite SYT in her JC uniform on the bed, tracing my fingers down her cheeks, her neck, her collar, the blue cotton of her blouse, over her bosoms, down her abdomen, and down the blue skirt that was the only thing she was wearing below.

Jeanette gazed into my eyes with that loving, dreamy gaze that I love about her so much, keeping her legs closed together and her hands on her crotch, and bit her lips softly in anticipation of what's to come.

It felt like I was in bed with a real JC SYT.

I made a move for the top button of her blouse.

Jeanette: Wait, dear...

With one hand still covering her crotch, Jeanette grabbed me by my wrist, stopping me from undressing her.

She climbed off the bed and took a chess set out of her bag, arranging the pieces on the bed.

Jeanette: Let's take off our clothes slowly, dear. One piece taken, one button off. When all the buttons come off, you or I will take off our top when the next piece is taken. We will keep doing this until one of us is completely naked. Should we have a forfeit for the loser?

I have played strip poker before, but strip chess sure is something new.

[pleasurehobby]

Originally Posted by Summerhillt

Wow brother. I really like your story. Really you 捡到宝 do treasure Jeanette ! Do not make her sad ! Where to find a Jem like her. I know that old relationships are the hardest to forget. Whenever I go past my ex house while driving. All those memories will suddenly surge back.

Time heals all wounds but leaves a scar. I say give your best to Jeanette!

Have the same sentiments as you!

[ashtodust]

Fourteen

The last time we were alone in a hotel, Jeanette "played" me the song that was played in the cafe where we first talked to each other.

This time, it's my turn to play her some music.

I secretly learned the piano over the past week to do this for her.

Our doorbell chimed, and I knew just what it was.

The butler wheeled in the keyboard I had requested for. They can really do anything for you if you pay them enough!

Butler: Sir... madam, the keyboard you requested for...

Jeanette was sitting on the bed, her legs tucked under her, the chess set in front of her, with her frizzy hair running down her shoulders, her creamy legs showing a little more skin than usual because of her sitting posture, which hiked up her short, blue skirt.

The butler was looking at Jeanette for too long.

Who can resist staring at a lady in her JC uniform on bed?

I coughed loudly, thanking the butler and showing him out. He seemed disappointed that he had to leave so soon.

Jeanette: The keyboard, dear? I thought you said you only know the clarinet.

Me: Yes, and I spent the past week learning this... for you...

Jeanette's eyes sparkled with anticipation as a smile formed on her face.

Settling myself in front of the keyboard, I smiled at Jeanette, admiring the legs that the butler must have been looking at, and played the song I've painstakingly trained for.

Jeanette: That's the song I played for my first recital!

Jeanette leaned forward in attention, closing her eyes to savour my rendition of Haydn.

She looked so blissful and sweet, and I wouldn't trade this moment for anything else.

Her smile intensified and frowns came on and off her face as I approached the difficult keys. As the song came close to its end, Jeanette opened her eyes, giving me that dreamy gaze again.

That gaze was so strong, I forgot the last few keys and fumbled my way to the end.

Jeanette: That's really sweet, dear... except...

She looked like she was on the verge of laughing.

Me: Except?

Jeanette: Except you were 1 octave off! Didn't you realise?

Me: So that's why it sounded so weird!

Jeanette's skirt hiked up even more as she climbed off the bed, teasing me with a flash of her inner thighs.

Jeanette: Also... your fingering was incorrect... let me do this with you, dear...

Jeanette sat on my lap, placing her fingers on the keyboard.

Jeanette: Hold my hand and feel my fingering, dear...

Jeanette brought character to the plain, electronic keyboard. Haydn seemed to come alive in our room, bearing witness to the chemistry between Jeanette and I. I held on to Jeanette's hands as they danced around the keyboard... at the correct octave. The sleaziness of strip chess was replaced by this stunningly electric chemistry between our hands and bodies, as Jeanette's thighs and ass rested comfortably on my laps while our hands fused together in union.

There's something about playing music with someone you love. Perhaps it was more than a chemistry of our hands and bodies as we played the keyboard. Perhaps it was also a fusion of our souls, a fusion that is very different from what you have from lovemaking.

As the song came to an end, I embraced Jeanette, relishing the warmth of her body and the smell of her hair.

If I could make time stop at this moment, I would.

Jeanette: Now, dear, we have a game of chess to finish...

Playfully nibbling my ear, Jeanette hopped off my lap, beckoning me to the chess set on our bed.

[BMW69]

Thank you for the updates

[ashtodust]

Originally Posted by BMW69

Thank you for the updates

Thanks for your support.

I've been a fan of your stories. It's nice to have an "idol" supporting this!

[BMW69]

Originally Posted by ashtodust

Thanks for your support.

I've been a fan of your stories. It's nice to have an "idol" supporting this!

I'm glad that you like my stories. I honestly think your writing is better than mine haha. Anyway, been too busy to write lately.