Things Guys Do - My encounter with Nirdene (Pic Included)

[knightnight]

Hello guys and gals. Time for narrating my next escapade with you folks
For those of you who shared your points and good comments with me, I appreciate it and I hope I can keep you engaged and latched on to this fresh account.

This FR is guaranteed to be a very interesting, hilarious and a fun account and let me warn you, if you are reading this at work or home, control your face (as you might burst into laughs suddenly) and also burst inside your pants with sudden “bulges”. Erm for girls, I dunno lah!! A squirm perhaps.

This is rather a classy FR too involving my recent overseas trip to a supposedly art museum. Now let me tell you that I am no great fan of art and sculptures and random strokes of a colored brush that pass off as masterpieces. Yet, I was reluctantly forced into going to this outing with my female boss (who btw is not sexually connected to me…old, haggard bitch is all I can call her).

Fashion capital of the world, what am I doing there? Ah, customer workshop and requirement study (Fuckers don’t even know what they need and engage with vendors….anyway, these are my problems). After some tiring weeks with the supposedly high paying customer and hanging out with a old haggard bitch for too long, I nearly started to feel impotent and like my dick was tucked away into the inner most part of my legs and even getting a hard-on seemed remote and point less. Oh, how I wanted to come back to home ground and score some goals. Even as the weekend came close, I had my boss make me a ridiculous offer. “If you are free, let’s go to the art museum” she grunted (Did I tell you she was an old haggard bitch??). “Erm, ok” was my reply and off we went into this London taxi and ended up outside a seemingly boring looking museum. We paid for the entry and entered into this ‘world of taste’. (My left slanted ball, world of taste…fucking bore and people there were like deranged and disillusioned) Man, I tell you they are so brain washed into appreciating shit-hole art that I would not even care to use as toilet paper. All that it takes is a long French name and some color strokes on an expensive canvas. Should I even bother to explain the sculptures? OK, for example, a sculpture of this guy, his ass is out of proportion, fat and he is bending to pick a book – “Henry’s VIII knowledge of scores” – what the fuck is this? Anyway, you would know by now, my sense of appreciation to such art. If some of you are wow-ed by this, please accept my apologies and don’t you fucking deduct my points.

Back to the FR, we strolled past some students who were studying these art pieces, making notes and shit and apparently that day there was some extended security as some ‘dignitaries’ were around (So much for being busy people). Even as my level of boredom was reaching a new peak, I saw a group of very well dressed men and women standing in front of a painting. 3 men and 3 women in total all aged around 30’s and soon I realized these were those dignitaries. Even as the 3 men and 2 women moved on, 1 stayed back looking into the painting. Guys, now that’s the first glimpse of NIRDENE. Yup, that’s here name, Nirdene. Looked German but again, probably French or from around the European colonies. I couldn’t tell for sure (Usually, I can). She was tall, slender and such well toned legs from behind. She wore this business suit beige in color and had highlighted hair of about waist length. Silk long and smooth hair, she wore spectacles, contemporary brown spectacles with Armani chiseled in gold. She had a perfect executive look that also splashed some sensuous, seeking body that was so willing to be explored. I knew, she was very reserved from the outside, but so ‘passionate from the inside. All of a sudden, I was just drawn towards her. My feet moved, I barely had any control and even as my boss was next to me, talking shit about some shit, I just moved away towards this sparkling beauty. Now, it’s a new place, there is added security, she seemed so polished and well educated…..flashes of thoughts kept telling me ‘Dude, get the fuck out of here, this is not your league’. But again, those of you who know me, would know by now that the eye has been set, the mission has been found and the execution was all it needed and I would never turn back.

Quick flashes of thoughts were still plaguing me. “She might speak politics, art, fashion, world economics, post war modernization, fuck, how the hell will I match up?’ Yes, I can talk about desktop computers and mother boards but that’s all I got. Ermm….I could probably push some topics of 4D, Toto and probably little about the EPL, but that’s the max already. Guys, I was just flooded in negativity and all I could think of was ways to run away from there.

[knightnight]

Even as I was thinking all this, I realized my body has moved on and led me right next to this damsel. Now, I could even smell her fresh hair and a very fine scent which was probably a mixture of lilies and pastel flower petals. To help visualize you the scene there…….it looked like this. A SG guy wearing a baleno t-shirt with a brown cotton jacket and blue jeans and converse blue shoes standing next to probably a celebrity or a member of state or an executive board decked with knowledge and intelligence and a body to match her nearly perfect look. ‘You are so fucked Charlie’ I told myself. I felt this shivers down my legs as I even moved closer and then……… ladies and gentlemen, the SHOW BEGAN.

The painting that she was looking at so intensely was by a French artist and entitled “Two Young Girls at the Piano”, 1892 - Pierre-Auguste Renoir (Limoges 1841– Cagnes-sur-Mer 1919). What do I know about this?......... NO fucking clue man. Just to give you guys a description of this painting, it two small girls looking into music scores. One girl seated and the other standing next to her. If you want an even better idea, then Google the painting title lah.

I then slowly took a peek at Nirdene. She had moist eyes and she was too intensely involved to even realize me standing next to her. Her left hand was slightly lifted up and as if she wanted to touch the painting. In her right hand was a glass of champagne. Even behind this was a very well endowed bosom and I could bet it was a perfect 36C. I took a deep breath as I was about to start my woooo process. I took another deep breath with my eyes closed and said my routine pump up phrase to myself. (Its nothing great or poetic, it just says “come Charlie, you are the man”. But this time around, I said it around 100 times easily.

“Sisters, such good bonding and so much involvement” I said loudly looking at the painting but loud enough for Nirdene to hear. “Oh” She sighed and got frightened and moved a step away. “Sorry, I got startled” she quickly apologized. “My apologies too I got you startled” I quickly replied and looked at the painting again. I went on talking to the painting now “Such emotion, do you think the girls are talking to each other?” I asked. “Are you speaking with me?” she asked but she sounded so interested. “Oh yes, I am. It’s a fine piece isn’t it? Do you think the girls are talking to each other?” I asked (WTF was I saying). “Yes, I think they are” she replied. “They look like very close sisters and in love with each other” she replied. “You miss her don’t you?” I asked. “Miss who” she replied intensely and immediately. “Your sister, you miss her a lot, don’t you” I asked again. “Oh, how did you now I have a sister?” she asked in a very intrigued manner. “Not only that, I also know that you both played music, you both had it going together. But looks like time flies and you both have parted” I replied. Even while I was saying all this, I knew that I could have just offended her or caused her even hurt. There was also a probability that she did not have a sister and she would think of me like a fucking jerk trying to make an assumptive conversation. “I am sincerely sorry, if I am not speaking appropriately to you lady” I said as she was quite silent. “No, its fine” she replied. I ended the conversation there and moved to the next painting slowly. I told myself, this could go two ways. One, she will move on too and that’s it. End of story (and this FR) or two, she will move along with me and will want to talk to me again. Depending on this, I could react and adjust myself, I thought and dared to slowly move on. From one corner of my eye, I could see her looking at me. She looked at me from top to bottom quickly. I looked messy, simple, Asian, uninteresting but yet, she had this expression on her face that wanted me to speak to her. She walked up to me and said “My name is Nirdene” and she offered her hand for a hand shake. Guys, trust me, this was the most soft and smooth and feminine hand I ever held all my life. Her fingers were long and well trimmed nails and such soft and submissive hands that I could just hold them from ever. She was slightly warm and her fingers were just too desirably soft. She plunged her hands into mine and she did not take her hand back. She gave in completely. I held her hand and did not let go either. “What’s in a name Nirdene, absolutely nothing” I replied. “But again, you can call me Charlie” I replied. “A young philosopher” she commented and laughed. “Oh no, please, don’t flatter me so much. I am just a wandered and an artist (fuck)” I said in great apologetic tone. We were still holding hands (in the shake hand position) and we were so comfortable doing so. “I see passion in your eyes Nirdene, passion for paintings” I said. “I love art, they are so warm and they speak so much to me” she replied enthusiastically. WTF? A painting can talk Meh? I thought to myself. Anyway, things were going well, so I played on. “Are you an artist” she asked. No, don’t say it, asshole I was yelling from within but even before I could take control over myself, I said “YES” a big “Yes, I am” I replied. If I could, I would have slapped myself or taken my head and banged it against the wall, but again I had committed to something I had no clue whatsoever.
“Pre war?, renaissance?, historic? Modern art? What pleases you” she asked so ever intently (Hands still holding). I wanted to reply and say Hard disk, CD drive, 2 GB ram, wireless Ethernet card and others. But I said “Contemporary art Nirdene, random, bright and moody” I replied. “Oh Interesting” she replied. Phew!! There goes one tough question I thought. I quickly added, “I paint body art too, no not the tattoo culture. More for intense emotional representation of creative body form that marries creativity and sensuality” I replied. WTF was I talking about? WTF is this rage and confidence in which I was speaking? I thought to myself. “Splendid” she chirped. “Oh I would love to see your portfolio” she gasped. I was mindful at this point and I told her that I did not have any portfolio and I was traveling on business. She did not know much about Asia though but she did know about SG and all the great things happening here. Even as we were speaking, the lady accompanying the group walked up to us and spoke to Nirdene in French. I assumed she was saying “WTF are you doing with this shit looking jackass?” and then Nirdene replied something back in French. Which I think was like “Go fuck yourself he is mine”. He He He……

[knightnight]

“I got to go” she said. “Can we meet again?” she asked. “It will be my privilege to see you again Nirdene” I replied. “But I have one condition” I said. “Condition?” What condition she asked smilingly. “Promise me you will wear the same perfume as you did today” I said. “Oh what?, Oh, the perfume, Oh….yes, yes” she blushed. She did not have a clue I would say that so she was completely taken by surprise. Now came the next nightmare that I usually have with my flings……. Fucking business cards. Why the fuck do people ask for business cards. Even as I was quickly thinking, she said “How do I contact you”. Its so boring to ask her business card, its quite embarrassing to give my business card, so I was fucked. I then grabbed her hand instinctively. I flipped her perfect palm towards me and I drew out my pen (Pilot G-2 05) and I wrote my number on her palm. She gasped, she looked around in embarrassment, but she did not resist. She allowed me to write my number on her palm. She then immediately folded her palm as if she was hiding the writing. She then walked away towards the other folks. I stayed there and kept looking at her as she walked. After a certain distance, she slowly opened her palm and peeped into her hand and she smiled to herself. “BINGO” I said to myself and turned back. FUCKING HELL!! My boss stood there looking at some painting and I knew she was eves dropping and pretending to see the painting. Old bitch also pokes her nose in my private affairs. “You seem busy” she said in her fucking dry pee hole voice. (Cant she just die, bitch) “Just appreciating true art for a change” I replied and walked away. We then finished up there and went back to the hotel early evening. The bitch sleeps early. I told her I was busy and left, I later ordered room service food. I was just magically so involved with Nirdene. I couldn’t stop thinking of her. I was hoping she will not lose my phone number and was nearly crying to imagine it getting washed out by accident. Oh I did never so want my phone to ring. I ensured my battery was charged and I was looking into my phone (btw, mine is a stand by HWAWEI fucked up phone, free from Singtel –don’t even use this phone man!!)

Btw, on the way back to the hotel, I saw a book store and I strolled in and found some body paints / face painting for children. I quickly bought two sets and then I bought some brushes (Shit, things we do man!!). I never held a brush in my life. But anyway, instinctively, I made this investment (20 Euro fuck..). I reached my hotel with some cheap wine (5 euro) and soaked inside the tub sipping wine. It was nearing 11 PM when my phone rang. I rushed to the phone, but I forced myself to not answer the phone. I held myself back and pushed myself onto the bed and was jumping like I was fighting with myself. It got disconnected. I slapped myself and sat on the bed. Nearly instantly, the phone rang again and the same treatment followed. I boxed myself in the face and chocked my neck lol……..but did not answer the phone again. It disconnected again. Third time now, it rang. I thought I should not push time too much and this time around. I answered the phone. “Hello” I said. “Hello Charlie, you seem to be busy” it was Nirdene’s voice. I fell on the bed flat just to hear that sweet voice. Oh I was so much dazzled with her voice. “Nirdene?” I asked as if I don’t remember. “We met in the museum” She replied rather disappointed. “How can I forget Nirdene” I chuckled and she laughed too. “If its 11 PM and you called me, its either that you need desperate help or you couldn’t stop thinking of me” I said boldly this time. (I told myself, I am in charge and I am the Man!!). She laughed. “Neither of the reasons” she said and flushed my charm. “I called because I wanted to tell you that you were very brave to write on my palm, it was too daring” she said. “I had to hide my hand from others, I did not want them to see” she said. “My sincere apologies Nirdene, but honestly, I cursed the pen and I smashed it to pieces for making marks on your palm”. I replied. “So tell me more about you” She said. “I want to meet you now Nirdene” I replied. She was silent. I know she wanted to meet me too but she was holding back. “Listen Nirdene, please meet me” I said. I showed her signs of desperation. I made her feel I was urging but yet I was firm and taking control as well. I was sure she liked it. “Do you know who I am?” she said. “A very important person?” I replied. “You cant imagine, people recognize me by face around this part of the world” she said. “I exactly know who you are Nirdene” I replied. “You are beautiful, you are passionate and you want to see life in its best form – that’s what you are Nirdene” I replied. “I can’t” she replied. “Why don’t I come over to see you then” I offered. “Here?” She exclaimed. “Yes” I replied. She thought for quite a while and then she agreed. “You don’t have to come, I will come and see you” she said. So I gave her my hotel details and we hung up. I was now worried who the heck she was. Fuck, am I trying to screw with spies or even worse the fucking govt people or some kind of celebrity, I had no clue man. All I knew was that I could run to the SG embassy and beg for help if I got screwed. There was this sense of such great adventure and yet my balls were shrinking.

[knightnight]

More than an hour later, I heard a knock. I rushed to the door and Nirdene rushed in. First look, she looked more simple without the make up and high heels. She wore a long jacket and a hat. Her hair was all locked up into a bun and tucked into her hat. The last time I saw some one like this was in a James Bond flick where the girl is a KJB agent on a radio. I was fucking scared and yet excited. “Here, I am here” she looked at me expectantly. She was breathing slightly heavy and I could see her neck so fair and her lips so moist.

“Why am I doing this” she asked. “Relax Nirdene, we will be alright” I said and we hugged. I tried to let go but she hugged on. She was so sweet, so gentle and all so mystical. This is not a quick fuck and run experience, I thought to myself. She is so wanting to be hugged, so much wanting to show her passion. It was overflowing from her. I gently moved my hands into her hair. I felt her breath go deeper and then we kissed. First kiss was gentle then she took over and she started to kiss me passionately. She took her hat away and then her long woolen jacket went off. She was in a shirt and a long skirt. I made sure I don’t touch her inappropriately on her ass or boobs but just hugged her knowing that my turn will come. She gently dragged me to her neck and let me ravish her neck and I was happy to treat her well. We kissed again. Even as we were kissing she stopped me and she looked me in the eye and said “this should end with sex ok” she gasped. “We don’t have to be so fast in deciding Nirdene” I replied. “No, No, I cant afford to fall in love” she gasped. “After this we are going our way, now say yes” she demanded. “OK” I replied and we disengaged from hugging. It was slightly awkward now but soon I took over and offered her some drinks. Whisky on the rocks was her choice and so was mine, so we drank some whisky on the rather cold night. “You are a charming young man” Nirdene said. “Nirdene, the moment I saw you, I felt the mad urge to know you and befriend you” I replied. “I hope you won’t turn me away” I continued. “No, we can be friends for ever” she said in such a welcoming way. Even as we were speaking, I took the lead and moved towards her. We kissed again and this time I started to unbutton her shirt. She allowed me and I was slowly seeing this firm and yet well toned tits. She was so juicy and so firm. She wore pink silk bra that looked very expensive. I ensured I am gentle on her. We both gently disrobed and fully naked. Her skin was spotless and smooth. Wow, she was just so beautiful. I kissed her on her neck, moved below and kissed her on her naval, further down she was so well trimmed and her pussy lips were pink and fluffy. I planted a kiss on her pussy and she gently let me take over from soft licks to vicious sucks. She was getting wet and very soon she was dripping so much that her ass was all wet from her dripping. I kissed on the inner side of her legs and went further down. Soon she moved her toes to my face as if she wanted me to suck her toes. I am not so much of a foot fetish guy, but her toes were so well groomed and so nice that I obliged her. I kissed her toes, sucked them and soon I realized that she was a foot fetish women and she was so steamed up when I was servicing her toes. Some times, I could see her pussy shiver and open up slightly with a thick drool of wetness and she let go herself completely.

After a while, she stood up and we kissed again and this time she went on kissing me till she reached me below. She held my dick and placed it on her eyes. She started to smile and then she licked me from top to bottom of my dick. Her face was so beautiful, her long silk hair on a fair naked body and there she was giving me a wonderful blowjob. She was slightly amateurish. She did not spare a chance to deep throat me though and even as her warm saliva was all dripping, she slurped on. Soon I was not able to control anymore and it was definitely not a time to explode as her passion was just starting to show. I lifted her up and we continued to kiss. She invited me to enter her and I asked her if she was ready. She was so ready and woosh came the cap. I capped myself and gently entered her. She was more than ready, she was dripping ready. She was not tight nor was she loose. She was so just nice that it was like a pussy made for my dick. Everything just matched. The length, the depth and circumference, it all looked so made for each other. She commented looking at me inside her “Wow, handsome couple” she said. Her feminine pussy, pink and soft and my hard firm dick macho and big, we were both just so entangled in passion. She turned slightly and let me enter in side ways, I was trying my best to control and we moved faster. She was getting into a orgasm, I knew, I could swear. She then exploded into a very nice orgasm. She gasped and her cum was flowing out. “Tasty” she asked shyly. I kissed her on her pussy and she was indeed so tasty and so hot and I can barely explain any more in words the warmth and the passion she had. I then went to business and started to slam into her. Pounding and slamming into her pussy. Her tits were bouncing up and down rigorously. She her let hands free and lifted her head up. “Can you cum in my mouth” she begged. Even as I was pounding into her, soon I was very close to exploding, I drew out and removed the cap and even before I knew it, I was shooting onto her face. She opened her mouth and I managed to cum a bit on her tongue. She licked me and slowly closed her lips and I realized I was swallowed. She continued to rub me and squeeze more and talking to my dick. Some more, she pleaded and then we both crashed onto the bed. Her face, still had some spots of my cum and she gently wiped it away with some hand towels. Her bare, naked body was so hot and open there for me to cherish. We hugged again and we kissed on passionately. “You are a lover” she said. “You are dangerous” she said. “You will take me away and I don’t want to go” she said. I just heard her speak. I smiled and let me imagine what she wanted to. I was wanting to get ready soon as I did not want to miss such a ravishing beauty in my arms.

Guys, so much about “shot 1”. Hope you enjoyed this thus far and Nirdene and me were together for two weeks almost every day. It was such a pleasurable time and we both just clicked. It was not a fast sexual romp neither was It a boyfriend / girlfriend engaging in over committed sex. This was just in between and yet so involving and passionate.

[knightnight]

And as assured.....here she is....

[jur9]

Bloody good writing... gosh!! Way to go dude...

[naturegreen]

Wa TS, your english damn power!

[Max77]

wow...tat's some kind of FR we hav here...

[DoItRight]

You should forget about art and consider writing as a career. Very well written indeed. Keep it coming!

[fazer6s]

bro knightrider - can we discuss more or the Arts for the benefit of Art itself and fellow Arts enthusias.



Who am i kidding- On with the SEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX man

Hope got more pixs for viewing pleasure

You're a suave dude man!

[Roman city]

Nice writing, hope to see more

[nightcrystal]

Bro, your way of writing is what I called art.

I know im being greedy, but i hope there is more pics ^^

[Mike_JustDoIt]

Very entertaining indeed ... how about "shot 2"? ...

[awful]

"highlighted hair of about waist length. Silk long and smooth hair, she wore spectacles, contemporary brown spectacles with Armani chiseled in gold."

but the photo does not show highlighted hair nor spectacles. granted, the spectacles may have been removed, but the hair...

[knightnight]

Guys (and one gal) thank you for the feedback and some has queries. So let me try to answer them.

1. FR said long, straight highlighted hair but pic not clear:-
Good observation, yes the pic is slightly blurr and her hair did have strokes of highlighted hair. Burgendy color to be more precise. Usually we think highlight means the bright yellowish types but Nirdene was more towards the Burgendy/brown tinge...........

2. FE says spectacles, but cannot see in pic:-
Removed her spectacles

Have fun reading!!