Chapter 1

Due to poor academic results and my dislike of going to school, I started my career as a plumber and handyman at the fairly young age of 19, under the mentorship of Uncle Bobby, an experienced and veteran plumber.

This particular adventure happened when I was still a junior plumber. Back then, it was good times, and our small business—Uncle Bobby, me, and three other Malaysian guys—had many projects. From large industrial jobs to smaller renovation projects.

A close contact of Uncle Bobby, Ray, introduced us to a client. Although we were booked with back-to-back jobs every day, Uncle didn’t want to reject this one because Ray had helped us with many referrals in the past.

While driving to the client’s place,

Bobby: This one you handle, okay? Busy period, many things to settle. Just finish faster, afternoon still have customer at Ang Sua (Redhill)

Me: Ok

It was my fifth time handling a project on my own. Uncle dropped me off at a private estate near Outram and Chinatown. I rang the doorbell and stared at the beautiful landed house.

The gate opened automatically, and a beautiful lady walked out. She had light brown hair, and her smile was glistening under the sunlight. She wore a fitting black top hugging onto two solid, nicely shaped tits.

“Come in!” she waved.

My heart started pounding like a machine. I was at an age just ripe from the tides of puberty. My hormones surged after seeing such an attractive lady.

“Errr, hi... where’s the problem?” I stammered, slurring my words in broken English. I didn’t even dare to meet her eyes.

“Why don’t you have some water first? You’re sweating all over,” she said, noticing my nervousness like a hamster caught in a trap.

She brought me a glass of cold water and tried to ease my nerves by chatting with me on the sofa.

Her name was Samantha. She looked like a woman in her late 30s—soft, demure, and well-mannered.

It was my first glimpse of what a rich person’s home looked like. Laden with beautiful antiques, customized Chinese wooden furniture, Italian crystal lighting, marble sculptures in every corner, majestic Chinese brush paintings adorning every wall. She even had a small dog with nicely groomed white fur—don’t know what breed.

All the while, my eyes were fixed on Samantha. She looked even more beautiful up close, with sharp facial features and lips so supple they seemed capable of drowning anyone with a kiss. I couldn’t help but scan her all over as we talked.

She seemed to notice my gaze and quickly got off the sofa, shifting the conversation to the persistent choking issues with the room’s toilet bowl.

After some checks, I found it was just a simple blockage. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed within an hour—like restarting a computer when it hangs. 

Stricken by her beauty, I didn’t want to leave just yet. The naughty part of me decided to turn the problem into a little catastrophe.

“We need to do some piping rework. I think this estate is too old. One of the internal pipes may have burst. It needs to be changed before the problem gets worse,” I said.

“Sometimes, they choke and leak, right? If you don’t fix it, moisture will build up and cause more headaches for you,” I added, pointing to the wall as if I could see the pipes with X-ray eyes.

She stared at the cold stone wall, trying hard to understand my bullshit.

After ten minutes of throwing around potential complications, I managed to convince her to sign a contract for the rework of her toilet. Her house’s infrastructure was indeed very old and in desperate need of refurbishment.

We soon agreed on a five-figure dollar service agreement. I promised to use only the best spare parts and to personally oversee the job until she was satisfied. I had to do it, knowing Uncle Bobby, he wouldn’t let me waste too much time on just one client if the money wasn’t good. He’s all about the dollar and cents.

"I see your light's already spoiled? I can help you fix it for free," I said.

Samantha looked surprised. "Wow, you know about lights too?"

"Yeah, piece of cake," I replied, trying to impress her.

Besides plumbing, I’d also picked up other skills from Uncle Bobby—basic electrical work and other life essentials.

I started with a simple fix for the toilet, marking out spots for drilling and reworking. She left me alone to do my job and watched TV.

After about two hours, Samantha called me outside for lunch. She ordered some delivery. As we began to eat, the ice started to break, and we started chatting more comfortably.

Samantha mentioned she was "married" to a Chinese tycoon, whom she called "husband." He was overseas most of the time, coming back only three or four times a year for short stays.

She’s a Malaysian Chinese, from Malacca. Coincidentally, my mother was also from Malacca. We started talking about the beautiful sights and experiences of her hometown.

I could see emotion fill her eyes, and her face turned pink as she started to miss home. Throughout, I felt like she was a caged bird in this lonely place. Time flew by quickly, and we seemed to click quite well.

She began to relax around me, smiling from time to time. From her smiles, it felt like she hadn’t smiled genuinely in a long time. A ripe but forgotten woman and a young, hot-blooded man—surely, sparks were bound to fly sooner or later.

At the end of the day, she handed me a cheque for our agreed fee. She said she’d pay the other half after the job was done. I was fascinated by the sight of such a huge sum on the cheque, my younger self captivated by the amount.

Back at our office.

Uncle Bobby: "Where you go sia! You know how busy?"

I pulled out the five-figure cheque, and his tone completely changed. This cheque could feed us for many months. Uncle allowed me total freedom on the project and provided all the resources I required.

I scheduled two days a week to go down to Samantha’s house to work on the toilet revamp. She started to get so used to me being around that she barely kept a watch on me anymore. Each time I was there, she would order delicious meals, and we would chat more and more.

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[Day 12] 

I soon began to suspect that Samantha was a mistress of the Chinese tycoon.

She didn’t have the figure of a model, but she possessed all the qualities of a mistress—innocent, beautiful eyes, a soft, demure voice, a caring personality, a busty chest line, and fair white skin.

Today, Samantha was wearing casual home clothes—a loose spaghetti top that showed a hint of cleavage, with black bra straps exposed.

We were chatting halfway through, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts, trying to stare down her cleavage.

Samantha: Erm? 

She caught me staring and quickly covered her chest.

"Sorr... sorr... sorry... very big," I blurted out bluntly.

She blushed and looked away.

"Errr... what size are you?" I asked, blatantly inquiring about her bra size. I can't remember why I was so direct.

Samantha: Oh my god... 

She covered her face.

"Sorry, I think I asked the wrong thing. I don't know what I was thinking," I apologized.

Samantha: Never mind 

She quickly retreated into the study room.

I finished revamping the pipes and fittings for the basin and was heading to fetch the other tools when I chanced upon a set of innocent pink bra and panties sitting in the laundry basket.

My cock was still hard, aroused from looking at Samantha's attractive face. I sneakily took her bra and panties into the bathroom. I placed her bra on my face and wrapped her panties around my cock, starting to jerk off while thinking about Samantha's body.

Her bra smelled better than any perfume in the world, a tender fragrance of breasts. If you haven't jerked off to anyone's underwear at such a young age, you're missing out on experiences as a youth.

"Fuck," I moaned as I ejaculated all over her pink cotton panties. My cum was so thick that it looked like spaghetti cream sauce. I wiped away some and left it back in the basket.

On the way home, I stole a pair of black lace panties from a clothesline.

That night, I climaxed a second time, humping against her sexy lace underwear. It could be this magical fantasizing about her that set me up for the real encounter that was about to come.

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Day 31. I was actually 90% done with reworks of her room's toilet as well as some other pipes in the kitchen.

I didn’t want things to end and took my time with the remaining works, slowing down the whole process of completion, leaving some holes unpatched and some pipes hanging there under the guise of “waiting for spare parts.”

We talked about my family and whether I had a girlfriend. I grew up in a divorced family; my dad left my mum to raise me alone.

My story made her emotional as she teared up a couple of times. Her dad also left her at a tender age. Samantha met her ‘husband’ while working part-time in a restaurant, and he took her under his wing and paid for all her education and life expenses.

I pretended to be emotional, teary, and asked, "Can you give me a hug?" We embraced each other on the sofa, my body pressed against her warm chest. Two people with similar tales, two different life paths hugging as one. Time stood still; it was the first time hugging such a beautiful lady.

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Day 39. Samantha was wearing a white crop top. I could see her black bra (with flowery patterns) beneath her top and a black floral skirt. She had just come back from grocery shopping.

As usual, she went into the study room and left me to do my stuff. I was feeling horny again, having not masturbated for the last few days. Spotting a silky red panty in the basket—a new and rare sighting! The pervert young boy possessed me as I grabbed the red underwear, took it into the toilet, and began sniffing it like a perverted dog.

I pulled out my already hard cock and began jerking off to her pussy smell.

Ecckk… the door opened.

Samantha screamed, "What are you doing!"

I scrambled to pull up my pants and frantically tried to explain myself.

We came out of the toilet and sat on the bed, with her red silky panties placed in the middle of us. There was an awkward long moment of silence.

Samantha asked softly, "I have a few missing panties... did you steal them?"

"Errrrr... errrrr sorry," I stammered. It was very awkward for me. I was caught red-handed and worried that she might report me or something.

After another long pause, I broke the silence.

Me: I... I can’t help myself... You are so attractive. I also know you're this type of chio bu totally out of my league... so I can only imagine about you

"I mean, stealing other people’s panties isn’t right," Samantha said.

I pulled out the emotional card again.

Me: My family has many issues, and at work, my boss also scolds me all the time

"I can only take your panties to masturbate. Imagine it's sex with you, then I don't feel so stressed and depressed," I explained sincerely with my broken English.

"Does... does it really help?" She looked at me with her beautiful hazel brown eyes.

Me: Yeah... helps a lot. Now I am happier and don’t think about my sad family life anymore. I am sorry for stealing your panties... will return them tomorrow

Samantha: Erm... it's okay, you can just keep them

Samantha’s face began to relax a bit. She seemed somewhat happy that she could ‘help’ me with my problem.

"Next time, don’t do such things," she advised.

I decided to push my chips all in and ask for a very bold request.

Me: Saaaaa... saaaaa... Samantha...

"My... cock is still hard from just now... can I just see your breasts to help me?" I showed her my bulging cock from my pants.

She was taken aback by my request, her expression stunned.

"Ne... never mind! Sorry I asked such a stupid question. I know you surely look down on me with my type of background."

I covered my bulge.

"No, no, no... not that! I mean... I don’t know," she stammered.

Me: Sorry I said such crazy things... I can’t help myself. You make me crazy

After some contemplation, she slowly lifted up her white crop top, revealing two D-cup breasts wrapped in sexy black lingerie.

"Can... can I touch?" I was blushing as I looked at her face.

She nodded her head.

I grabbed onto her smooth breasts with my rough hands, squeezing them gently and playing with them like a curious boy.

"Oomph," she bit her lips gently as she enjoyed my fondling.

I pulled down her bra suddenly. Her big tits bounced out of the bra. Her nipples were like two brown raisins. I dove forward and attacked them with my tongue.

"Sluuuurrrrrppp!" I sucked on them like a baby, using my lips to suckle on her nipple and warm her other breast with my hand.

"Arrgghhh," Samantha moaned as she bit her lips again.

"Slurrp! Slurrp!" I sucked on both left and right nipples to balance things up. Her body was jerking as I licked her sensitive nipples.

Her soft moans made my cock turn into a rocket, waiting to spring out of my pants. I pulled down my pants and boxers, exposing my hard young cock with a pinkish dickhead.

I pulled down her skirt like a hot-blooded boy. She didn’t resist my advances; she glanced at my cock, and her face flushed with a pink hue. I was a young, unskilled, and inexperienced teenager, literally bulldozing through things.

I quickly stripped her out of her panties. Her pussy was fresh light pink with a slight bush. I positioned myself and stuck my small hard cock into her.

"Urrrgghhh," she moaned softly as I penetrated her tight pussy.

Thrust! Thrust!

"Arrghh arrghhh arrghhh," I fucked her hard in missionary and watched her close her eyes and grab onto the bed sheet.

This was my first time doing it raw with someone who wasn’t my girlfriend. Her pussy felt special, tight, and warm with a lot of comfort.

"Urrgghhh," I sucked onto her left boob while thrusting my 23-year-old cock inside her.

Knowing that her nipples are sensitive, I continued fondling them as I pounded her.

Me: Samantha, do you feel good?

She didn’t reply; I continued to bang her pussy. Her pussy sucked my cock in like a warm sponge bath. It felt like she hadn’t had sex in a long time. She must have been neglected and left out in the cold by her man.

I gripped my hands onto her waist.

"Argh urrghhh arrgghhh," I plummeted her wet pussy like a Japanese pornstar on film.

Our sweat and love juices started to wet the bed sheet. She grabbed tightly onto my back.

"Don’t stop," she looked into my eyes.

My pounding made her so horny. Her looks and her habit of biting her lips turned me on so much. I thrust myself into her, swinging my cock right into her pussy wall. I banged her so hard and fast that her D-cup breasts jumped up and down while I fucked her.

"Arrgghhh!" She closed her eyes.

We moaned together loudly in harmony.

I clamped onto her naturally.

Samantha: Arrrghhhhh! I'm going to cum!

Thrust!

"Arrrghhh fucckkkkk!" Hot warm cum sprayed out of my cock like whipped cream into her pussy.

"Urrggghhhh!" My cock jammed back and forth as I unloaded my army soldiers into her.

Samantha placed her hands on me as I came into her. There were many firsts for everything; this scene will always be remembered. This was the first creampie of my life, at the age of 23.

I kissed her on her cheek. Pulled out my sticky cock. Cum started to flow out of her pink pussy. I unloaded the remaining cum onto her pussy bush.

"Ahhh," the last few drops of cum dripped onto her dark brown pussy bush.

We locked eyes for a while and never spoke a word.

We slept together two more times after our first adventure. Just as I was becoming emotionally attached to her, she was summoned to move to Australia by her ‘husband’.

She blocked me out totally, cut me loose like a toy boy, and we didn’t even say goodbye. Maybe it was for the better; the young me back then had nothing I could offer her. Though we never had a relationship, it was my first true heart-wrenching encounter. I tasted what it feels like to be heartbroken.

Even today, as I drive past the house (other people bought it over), I look in, and memories flood my mind.