For Peter
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Hello,
I'm back, sorry it's been awhile but certain circumstances prevent me from writing.
So, today, I've done my shopping with a girlfriend. Pure boredom from start. We bought lots of things but it's just buy, buy and buy that's all. Weekdays, yuck what a bore!!! I look at my watch, 3.15 pm, ok time to go home. We part ways at the entrance of the shopping centre. Today I an wearing a white tank top, quite low cut and a jeans miniskirt that split in the middle. Inside, I wore a half cup bra, strapless and a white coloured see-through G-string. No stockings and 2 inch platform shoes. It's going to be a boring day.
I got a taxi at the waiting area and as I was getting in, the driver (Chinese, early 30s I think ) turn around and ask me where I want to go. His eyes dart below as when I spread my legs to get in, he can see something I think.
"Kepong" I answered.
"Miss" "That's far and it's jammed all the way, you know" his eyes still flipping up and down looking at me and trying to catch what he missed.
"It's OK" "Go on" My heart just jumped a little, this guy is a hunk!
He flipped his meter and I just sit back and enjoy the ride. All the while, I noticed he steal glances to the back, now I was wearing a sunglass so he doesn't know that I'm looking at him. I laid back and my mind started drifting, it's been 2 weeks since I had any sex and what with the Chinese New Year my husband is always at home (on holiday). The only problem is he's either drunk or he comes back very late from his outings with his friends and always tired. The only time he touched me was a measly 15 minutes affair.
So, all this while, the driver stole glances at me and I thought, "What the hell", "Why not". His rear mirror is slightly adjusted I noticed and it points downward. So without giving it away, I uncross my legs and shift to one side. I know he's bound to see something. Hmmm...now my mood is back...Hee hee hee.
As we reach my house, I ask him if he's willing to help me take my bags in, there were quite a number.
"Sure! Wah! So big, you don't live alone do you?" he quipped.
"Naw, me and my husband," I said.
"Huss-band," he gulp.
"Yeah, he's at work," I reply smilingly.
He park the car in my front porch and got down to open his car booth. He then took a few of the shopping bags and left 2 for me. I purposely stoop at his car booth to take the shopping bags and by doing that he can see right down my tops at my cleavage. He closes the booth and follow me into the house. As he got in I head straight to the kitchen and he follow suit.
"Just put them on the table over there, OK?" I said and squat straight down facing him, arranging my bags.
He walk over to me and I look up and his hand darts into my blouse, grabbing my left breast. I was dazed for a moment. I just looked at him not knowing what to do or say.
"Very nice, very soft!" he squashes my tit and flick my nipple with his thumb.
