Eroticy Story - Singapore Girl - 2

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, June and I became intimately acquainted, not simply acquainted intimately. She was very serious about her job and her work and as much as that apartment on Greenwich must have been costing her company I have to figure about twenty-two hundred a month in 1978 dollars along with the equipment and her salary, they got their money's worth.

The setup was ideal for us, as well. My apartment was literally a block away and, as I worked at home, we got to spend a good deal of time together. We spent a lot of it fucking and sucking and we spent a lot of it talking or simply being together. A true friendship developed along with the sheer physical passion.

There was a lot of passion. She called me in the middle of the day, a Tuesday, and suggested I come over for lunch. It would be my first taste of her cooking chicken and (of course) rice with stir-fried vegetables. As she cooked, she told me of her home life in Singapore, of the poverty and answered all of my questions. We ate at the conference room table and after we cleaned up, I slipped my arms around her from behind as we looked out the window at the backyard of the brownstone. Spring was just beginning, and one of the neighbors had a well-kept little garden. Its focus was an ancient oak and the birds were relearning the branches, hopping and flitting among the little green leave buds.