Kim Yuan Microelectronics, Philippines.
I stared at the bold letters printed on the white banner that hung above White Sand Beach Resort's main entrance. Its pastel-blue shade turned into neon glows as it reflected the bright sunlight under the noontime sky. I was almost tempted to squeal when that company name reminded me of what happened last night. And I wondered if Mr. Kim had remembered it. I knew women could be at his beck and call, and that experience may mean nothing to him. I expected him to forget about it the moment he would wake up in the morning.
I met Mr. Kim Mori one time when I went to his company to see Ara. He just passed by and didn't notice me, but that first glimpse of him created in me a lasting impression. After that, whenever I saw him, especially when in his signature business suit, I always found myself imagining him. The stunning looks that drew everyone's eyes to him, his imposing aura that commands respect and admiration, and the elegance that made him stand out from any crowd were the traits I dreamed of in a man.
He is ten years my senior, but our age gap did not lessen my craziness over him. However, I knew he would forever remain in my dreams only, in my wildest fantasy. He’s probably a billionaire, though I hadn’t searched for his total declared assets. I only knew that Kim Yuan Microelectronics, Philippines, the famous company he represented, was a big business empire worldwide.
“Would Mr. Kim appear in front of you if you keep staring at that banner?” Ara’s voice pierced into my ears, disrupting my reverie.
“Okay, let’s go,” I grinned, and Ara rolled her eyes. She had no idea that something wonderful happened between us last night.
Ara and I then went to find our designated room. It was KYMP’s trimestral family beach outing, and Ara brought me as her guest. Each employee had to bring their families, and to those who had none, they could choose to bring anyone they like. It was an opp opportunity for those singles to bring their sweethearts. Ara had Tim as her boyfriend, but unfortunately, Tim never liked to join any of Ara’s company outings.
“Wow!” I exclaimed in awe as we reached our cottage. We were not far from the shoreline, and we could take the full, spectacular view of the sunrise and sunsets beyond the vast stretch of the sea. Even if it was already our second day in this resort, I still couldn't get over the breathtaking view of the sceneries around.
“I know what makes you happy, so I requested to have this room,” Ara explained as she opened the door. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and parted the curtains to the side, revealing the sparkling blue sea a few meters from our cottage.
“But this looks expensive…”
“No big deal. I told Mr. Kim that my best friend loves this location.”
“You told Mr. Kim?” My eyeballs almost popped out from their sockets.
“Yes, in fact, our room is next to his.”
Ara giggled as I placed my palms against my ears and squealed.
“Yes, you can ogle him as much as you like. But don’t be too overwhelmed; he might be bringing his young wife.”
I held both her shoulders and looked into her eyes. “I don’t care!"
"Silly girl!"
I got amused as my thoughts went back to what happened between us. No one ever knew that I was already fantasizing about Mr. Kim since the day I met him, even before that incident last night. And that was about imagining him holding and kissing me, even to the extent of undressing me. Of course, it didn’t stop there. Even if I was still a virgin, I had already experienced many orgasms with him in my mind. Although I hadn’t seen any half nude photo of him, I already envisioned him as fully naked in my mind. Sounds funny, but it's true.
Ara and I changed into pairs of tank tops and shorts over our two-piece swimsuits. While she was eager to join group activities, I was also dying to feast my eyes on Mr. Kim. The workers were divided into teams, and Ara was our team leader. So, even if she still wished to hang out inside the room and enjoy rolling on the huge bed, she had no choice but to go out and gather her team members.
Although Kim Yuan Microelectronics was a manufacturer of electronic parts, and Ara was a teacher, she got her job as an ESL instructor to its Japanese workers. Most of her students were engineers from Japan who were personally introduced to her by Mr. Kim himself. That’s how she got close to Mr. Kim.
Soon, we found ourselves doing ball games until sunset. Mr. Kim was there watching us, though he didn’t participate in any game. To catch his attention, I did my very best to make our team win the girls’ volleyball.
“Good job, Miss Blue!” he chuckled as he walked to us to congratulate my team. Our team's motif was blue.
“This is Yen, sir, my best friend!” Ara replied proudly, her grin reaching out to both of her ears while winking at me secretly.
“So, it's Yen,” he said smiling, taking my right hand for a shake.
“Thank you, sir!” I stole a glance at Ara, who was beside herself, giving me a teasing look. I couldn't imagine her reaction should she know about my secret.
“Dinner is ready. So, everyone come up."
Dinner was served at a long table just a few meters from where we played. After getting a plateful of food, I settled myself in a chaise lounge, facing the sunset. The crimson-tangerine horizon seemed to take all my exhaustion away as I watched how it slowly turned into complete darkness.
“Thinking about a boyfriend?” A rich, masculine voice broke into my train of thoughts.
I turned, and my heart seemed to jump out of its cage. I was dying to know whether he remembered everything last night. “Mr. Mori.”
He chuckled and continued, “I’m so jealous at the man who takes your thoughts away just now.”
I laughed softly and pulled myself into an upright position. “Your wife isn’t here?”
I regretted what I said right away. I was not interested to hear about his relationship status while my mind played like a broken player about our heavy petting last night.
“Maybe, she’ll be able to catch up later.”
I nodded like a fool, pretending I was interested.
“How about your boyfriend?”
I got stunned for a while before I found the words to say. I suddenly forgot that I was already in a relationship with Zed for seven years in front of this man. I smiled and stole a glance.
“He has speaking engagement.”
“What does he do? A motivational speaker?”
“Yes, sir.”
He nodded, and I caught how his eyes sparkled. “Then, Miss Yen, I’d like to set an appointment with him for our Marriage Encounter Seminar.”
“It’s an honor, sir. I will tell him about your offer.”
After A Few Months "I, your officiating minister, now pronounce you as husband and wife." The four walls of the church vibrated when the loud round of applause erupted from the crowd. Some of them squealed and laughed while my closest family members cried for joy. I smiled and ran my eyes through all of them. I knew that those who knew me very well were very happy for me. Who would ever think that I would still get married at the age of 30? "You may now kiss the bride," the voice of the minister cut through my reverie, and suddenly, I got nervous. I already asked the minister to make his sermon a solemn one--no jokes or teasing as much as possible. Yet, I had forgotten to ask him ahead to skip this part. I didn't want my family and friends to see me kissing a man, even if he was already my husband. No, don't get me wrong. It's not that I didn't like kissing, but I grew up in an extremely conservative fa
I woke up with an arm around me. Sleeping the whole night cuddled in his arm was a wonderful feeling. It was something I would have wanted to do earlier, now that I know how it felt. I grew up doing the upright way my parents set for us, and that included the limitations I should keep as a woman. Touches between sweethearts should not go beyond hand-holding, though it was difficult to keep in my case. Though I had a strong conviction against pre-marital sex and that my husband and I had kept the rule, we still defied light intimacies like kissing and hugging. I was still in my thoughts about those rules when I felt him moving. Seeing that I was already awake, he pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head. I thought he was ready to devour me since he had already regained his energy. I waited and closed my eyes, and to my surprise, I heard him snoring again. A beep on my phone diverted my thoughts from him. I grabbed it from the bedside table, and when I saw the ca
A week had passed since our wedding night, and still, our intimacies stayed like that. We did not go beyond making out and heavy petting, and I could not understand why. Every time I felt we were about to do it, he would stop and dress me up. I justified his behavior as an act of thoughtfulness and consideration. Perhaps, he did not want me to get scared. He knew about my upbringing, and he probably decided that we should not hurry things out. We would have the whole lifetime to do it, anyway. One afternoon, as I was arranging our things into our new matrimonial house, my phone vibrated. I put down the set of figurines and picked up my phone. It was a text message from Ara, my best friend. "Yen, can you please come over? I want to introduce you to my friend from Japan." Since her house was only a few blocks away, I agreed. In less than a few minutes, I already saw Ara's wide and teasing smile. However, she did not have the time to mock me. "Come, hurr
My husband was not successful in his entry. It was so painful that I felt I would bleed to death if he forced me. I had broken into stages of orgasm during the foreplay, but all the pleasure disappeared when his head hit my entrance. I was trembling and sweating, and suddenly I didn't want him to touch me."It's excruciating at first," he said, "but most of the women say that an extreme pleasure will follow.""I know, but I can't take it," I protested; I didn't even believe the sense of pleasure would happen after a few days, not until my wound would heal."Okay, we will try again next time," he said, and I hugged him tightly, moved by his thoughtfulness.My thoughts then drifted to an incident in the past when two college lovers rushed into the hospital where I worked as the head accountant. I was in the admitting office when the in-charge interviewed the boyfriend who processed their admission."Sir, can I have my downpayment later? We were in a
Four months had passed. I attended a Marriage Encounter Seminar, and I was their resource speaker for the women on behalf of my husband. He had another speaking engagement as a motivational speaker, so I came to his rescue. The conflict was not Zed's fault, but the company for changing the schedule at the eleventh hour. We were both relieved that the organizer agreed on the alternative plan, only to learn later that the event was for Kim Yuan Microelectronic's another teambuilding activity.This was what Mr. Kim talked about when we were at the resort. I was glad that he still remembered it.However, the organizer arranged the schedule directly with Zed and not through me. Perhaps, he was avoiding me.Zed specialized in personal development training, highlighting the importance of changing one's mindset towards a better lifestyle and higher financial standing. He got lots of appointments, especially from companies that promoted team-building and companies speciali
It felt like my bottom was antsy that I couldn't stay in a single position a minute. I got so nervous about having to spread my legs in front of a doctor. I never considered my still being a virgin a problem until Ara made it appear grave in front of her friend. Mitch turned out to be not just a doctor but a specialist in the fields of Obstetrics and Gynecology. Mitch was ten years Ara's senior, but they were close friends in their provincial hometown."Ma'am Yen Ramos, please follow me," Dr. Mitch's secretary called out from the doorway of another room. I was in a sitting room of her clinic, and on the wall across from me were closed doors leading to inspection rooms.Once I was inside the room, she led me to a hydraulic OB Delivery Table. Just seeing the leg holder where I had to place each of my legs in a widespread position made me nervous.I found it hard to imagine that someone else, other than my husband, would look at my genitals in full view
My eyes widened in shock. "Edible panties? Is there something like that? And how is it related to my problem?"Ara giggled harder at my innocence that she almost rolled to the floor. I was in her place because I couldn't afford to talk about being frigid in the house. Zed was there, and I didn't want to disappoint him with the news.Am I really frigid? Why do I get turned on quickly? The only problem wasmy fear every time the huge head of my husband's cock banged into my tight orifice."My gracious lady, close your eyes," Ara said as she pushed me to the couch that had my back leaning on the cushiony backrest."Imagine yourself wearing edible panties. You spread your leg wide, then let Zed lick and suck the candy crotch while his hands are kneading your tits. After that candy crotch dissolves in his mouth, can you imagine what part he would lick and suck next?"I slapped my head and slumped on the couch, rolling my eyes. "Why should it be tha
Zed froze for a while as he realized what I was doing. Probably, it never occurred to him that I could do this. He had known me for seven years, and every time we kissed before the marriage, I was always on guard. All I wanted was to uphold our belief that we should only do sexwithin the marriage bond. And that it would be the priceless gift we would give ourselves during our first wedding night.He gazed at my chocolate-covered cunt for a while, torturing me with the wait. The moment his hands held my knees and spread my thighs apart, I closed my eyes. Soon, the delay that seemed like an eternity ended. I then felt his tongue licking the chocolate cream in a slow but sensual way.I trembled in pleasure and excitement as I felt the chocolate layer thinned out. I giggled as I got tickled, my fingers grasping Zed's hair.In a few moments, I could alreadyfeel the direct touch of his tongue on my labia. My toes curled, wanting him to probe deeper. I moan