Hope you guys will still support my blog plus the "stuffs" i am selling....
Cya soon..and good luck to those that is taking As too....
Saturday, 15 November 2014
Small update
Hi guys, sorry for the late reply or no reply..I am using my studies time to update this post, so it will be short...For those who keep asking me if i am gone, the answer is NO.. I am not gone yet, and i will still continue to update this blog once i finish my As... Has been busy since sept due to my As so please forgive me...
Monday, 11 August 2014
Update : NDP 2014
Just a quick update as i am going out at 7 for dinner. On Saturday, who went to the float at Marina bay?? I did :) hahaha. Actually was planning to stay at home and watch NDP but was dragged by my cousin as she "claims" that this year is the last year celebrating at the Float.( True la, but i still prefer National Stadium )
I chose a Red Hang-Ten Polo plus a denim shorts with my bra and panty of course. Going city area plus will be crowded with people, if i don't wear, i must be Crazy!!! but i did bring a small toy with me.( actually is always in my bag ). We met at City hall as it was more convenient for me and her but i was late..hehe.. although she was younger than me by 1 years and 3 months but we were like the same age so when i finally reached, she was showing black face which almost similar to her bag, but was soon gone when i agreed to treat her for dinner.. ( cheapo..hhehe) By the time when we both met, it's was already 5 plus and i remember that the event starts at 5.40pm ( weird timing ). She was wearing a Red tee with a white pants. It look rather cute on her as she is not that tall, so when she wore jeans or pants, she will look like a small girl who trying to act like a adult. We went straight towards the Float but due to the traffic blockage, we have to walk one big round. Finally, when we arrived at the Float, the queue was so freaking long!!
After waiting for few mins, we finally got in as there are multiplies checks before we can enter. What make me nervous and curious is the X-ray machine which is used for checking of bags. I brought a Manhattan sling bag and it only contain my wallet, tissue, phone and hmmmm, bullet-vibrator. Okay, i know i am crazy, but i really forgot that we need to go through all this checks, but lucky, the guard that was looking at the X-ray machine was talking to his Sir when my bag went through. We went through all the checks ( i admit that some really look so handsome ) and finally when we were going up to our seats, i was stopped by my cousin as she wanted to use the toilet, so in the end, we rush to the ladies. While in the ladies, i took out my bullet and put it on my panty which is my purpose for bringing it out. I wore back my shorts and went out. My cousin was done and was waiting for me at the stairs area but due to the discomfort that the vibrator had given me, i was walking a bit slow, in order not to expose myself( haven't even turn on). We were usher to our seats which was near to the front..We settled down and checked the goodies bag. This year goodies bag is colourful lor. Sadly i didn't get my favorite colour!!!!!
After chatting with my cousin for a while, the show starts!!!! At the beginning, we were enjoying the parade, the flight, the Red lion parachutists, and the performances but things starts to get boring when the event went into the 2nd part. The Black and white dance and some weird weird songs. National day but played such a weird song. I was getting bored and that's when i remembered that i still got my own entertainment. I took my bag and search for the Remote and turned it on. I start with slow speed as i was afraid that the vibrator will cause a big buzzing sound but thanks to the sounds and noises of the parade, it seems that i didn't that it was not even turn on at all but i could feel the chairs were vibrating but is only my chair!! hahaha...
I continue to add on the speed as this vibrator do have 15 different speed and i was like only speed 1 or 2. The speed is not that fast so i was not that wet then but enjoying the vibrating which was hitting directly against the middle part but not my clit yet. Actually i placed at the clit area but i moved too much and turn out it moved to the middle which got a gap.(girls stuff) As the show proceed and everyone was getting in high mood, so am i but in different term!!! I was getting wetter and by the time when everyone was singing National Day songs, my speed was already at 7 to 9 and i was close to orgasm but had to put to a stop as we have to said the pledge and sing the Anthem. After that, i didn't continue doing it as enjoying the last part of the show. FIREWORKS!!
When everything ended and we were about to leave, i accidentally turned on the remote when i was searching for my phone but i didn't off it but rather allowing it to continue to vibrate as it went back to speed 1. The speed was slow but i was already aroused and was so sensitive. When i was walking, the vibrator was being press against my clit again and again. I was so close to orgasm while standing at the stairs. As the crowds is moving slow, the vibrator was attacking directly on my clit. I tried to reach out for my bag to stop the vibrator as i felt i was close to climax. I pressed both of my legs together, acting like i was in urge but the fact is that i was about to orgasm. I reached the remote and before i can off it, I ORGASM!!! Worst of all, i was standing up, surrounded by people. I was like OMG!!!!.. When i was still orgasming, the vibrating didn't stop but yet continue to attack my clit, making everything worst!!!! In the end, i have to hold on to my cousin who thought that i was just resting on her. To make this worst, the crowd started to move and i have to move to. Lucky at that moment, i was not having the climax feeling but the post orgasm effect.
After getting out which was about 15 to 20 min later, i could barely walked properly as the vibrator were still vibrating. I turn it off when we were about to go back home and i can said, there was a large patch of wetness in the middle of my panty cause i could feel the coldness when i sat down while having dinner.
Saturday, 9 August 2014
NDP2014
Happy birthday Singapore^^...49th this year....next year is 50th le...wooooohoooooo
Went to NDP just now.. so fun and high... draining all my energy until now i am freaking tired to update my blog... but stay tuned guys....will update soonnnnn......
Went to NDP just now.. so fun and high... draining all my energy until now i am freaking tired to update my blog... but stay tuned guys....will update soonnnnn......
Saturday, 26 July 2014
Cycling!!!
Guys or ladies, if you ever contemplate cycling in FBT shorts, drop the idea!! It was really arousing but at the same time, painful. Yes, I did it today, and now I am experiencing soreness around my bottom.
Today, I cycled in my house area using my brother's bike. It was a bit boring to stay at home, and I was also too lazy to go shopping, so in the end, I decided to go cycling. I woke up early, around 6 am, as my game's notification popped up.
I tried to get back to sleep but couldn't. In the end, I browsed 9gag all the way. At about 10 plus, I decided to go cycling, inspired by the photos my friend posted. I got out of my bed wearing only a grey tank top, a black bra, and a black G-string. I changed into a Blue Nike sports bra, accompanied by blue FBT shorts, and went to the toilet to freshen up.
After I was done, without bringing any stuff, I went off. Unlocked my brother's bike, parked on the first level, and cycled off. At first, I was only cycling around my house area, but too many people walked around, went to the market, and so on. Ultimately, I decided to go to the factory area near my house but quite a distance away.
By the time I reached the factory area, I was experiencing aches all around my thighs, but I continued to cycle, taking it as a form of training. Indeed, the factory area was quiet, with no humans around, only cats and dogs. There was a large field next to the factory area with only one signboard stating "private property." I wasn't sure how big it was, but by going straight, it might take a few minutes to cross.
Either it was too big, or I was exhausted. I stopped halfway through the straight road and rested. There weren't any cars or humans, only the sound of the wind and moving grass. It was scary! If I hadn't been experiencing aches, I would have continued cycling instead of resting there! I had no choice but to conquer the fear so I could take a rest. I sat on the grass patch, enjoying the wind while massaging my thighs, which were aching like hell. The sun was warm and shiny, causing me to perspire more, and not long after, my whole tank top was wet. Honestly, I don't like the feeling of having my shirt wet as it sticks to my body, causing so much discomfort. I tried to fan it, but it didn't improve. I had no other choice but to remove it and let it dry.
I removed my tank top and placed it on the grass patch beside me, but my sports bra was wet, too. I decided to bring it further since I had already taken off my tank top. I hesitated but eventually removed my sports bra, too, even though it was a bit challenging and sticky. I managed to take it off without much trouble, and TA-DAA. Topless in the wild! I placed my bra next to the tank top, watching for the surroundings, wary of the possibility of encountering foreign workers. After a while, I got used to the feeling and didn't even bother if there would be people around.
I lay down on the grass patch with my chest facing the sky. I admit, it was quite a different experience from being naked in the park or going topless at the beach. I was enjoying it, but not for long as I became aroused. It may be due to the wind or the excitement of being topless in a random place.
Being alone, I chose to take the game to the next level. I removed my FBT shorts, leaving only my G-string on. If there are any guys around, I'm definitely in trouble.
I began to play with my tits, with my left hand rubbing against the G-string, which was pressed directly onto my pussy. Simultaneously, my right hand was exploring my tit area. I could feel myself getting wetter than before, the sensations heightened through my G-string. Believe me, it was my hormones taking charge. With 75% of my clothing already gone, I decided to spice up the game by taking off my G-string. Trust me, if I were to be caught, either I would be raped or be sentenced to jail for indecent exposure.
I was so aroused that I accidentally threw my G-string far away from me. With the continued massage on my clit, it didn't take long for me to have the urge to orgasm. It was a random flick on my clit that came to my first orgasm. I could feel juices flowing out of my pussy, and the sensation that makes my legs shiver.
After the first round, I felt more tired than I had been earlier, but everyone knows girls don't stop after just one. Even after multiple orgasms, we still felt the exhilaration if we are horny.
I thought of cooling myself down before packing up, but it turned out I ended up playing again, which ended my 2nd orgasm in no time.
It was after the third round that I decided to stop, as I could feel cramps in my thighs and fingers. After the final cooldown, I put on my FBT shorts, sports bra, and tank top, all of which had dried.
As for my G-string, it was gone! I tried searching for it, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I threw it a bit too hard. Nevertheless, it's okay; at least my shorts are still around.
I returned to my brother's bike, intending to walk home instead, but due to the soreness in my thigh, I decided to ride it back. When I attempted to cycle back, I found it challenging—not because I was tired, but because the seat was rubbing against my clit and pussy. It wasn't helpful in keeping me dry, plus it was painful when going over slopes.
Ultimately, it took me 40 minutes to return home, even though it only took me 20 minutes to cycle there. Thanks to that, now not only my thighs are sore, same goes my pussy.
Today, I cycled in my house area using my brother's bike. It was a bit boring to stay at home, and I was also too lazy to go shopping, so in the end, I decided to go cycling. I woke up early, around 6 am, as my game's notification popped up.
I tried to get back to sleep but couldn't. In the end, I browsed 9gag all the way. At about 10 plus, I decided to go cycling, inspired by the photos my friend posted. I got out of my bed wearing only a grey tank top, a black bra, and a black G-string. I changed into a Blue Nike sports bra, accompanied by blue FBT shorts, and went to the toilet to freshen up.
After I was done, without bringing any stuff, I went off. Unlocked my brother's bike, parked on the first level, and cycled off. At first, I was only cycling around my house area, but too many people walked around, went to the market, and so on. Ultimately, I decided to go to the factory area near my house but quite a distance away.
By the time I reached the factory area, I was experiencing aches all around my thighs, but I continued to cycle, taking it as a form of training. Indeed, the factory area was quiet, with no humans around, only cats and dogs. There was a large field next to the factory area with only one signboard stating "private property." I wasn't sure how big it was, but by going straight, it might take a few minutes to cross.
Either it was too big, or I was exhausted. I stopped halfway through the straight road and rested. There weren't any cars or humans, only the sound of the wind and moving grass. It was scary! If I hadn't been experiencing aches, I would have continued cycling instead of resting there! I had no choice but to conquer the fear so I could take a rest. I sat on the grass patch, enjoying the wind while massaging my thighs, which were aching like hell. The sun was warm and shiny, causing me to perspire more, and not long after, my whole tank top was wet. Honestly, I don't like the feeling of having my shirt wet as it sticks to my body, causing so much discomfort. I tried to fan it, but it didn't improve. I had no other choice but to remove it and let it dry.
I removed my tank top and placed it on the grass patch beside me, but my sports bra was wet, too. I decided to bring it further since I had already taken off my tank top. I hesitated but eventually removed my sports bra, too, even though it was a bit challenging and sticky. I managed to take it off without much trouble, and TA-DAA. Topless in the wild! I placed my bra next to the tank top, watching for the surroundings, wary of the possibility of encountering foreign workers. After a while, I got used to the feeling and didn't even bother if there would be people around.
I lay down on the grass patch with my chest facing the sky. I admit, it was quite a different experience from being naked in the park or going topless at the beach. I was enjoying it, but not for long as I became aroused. It may be due to the wind or the excitement of being topless in a random place.
Being alone, I chose to take the game to the next level. I removed my FBT shorts, leaving only my G-string on. If there are any guys around, I'm definitely in trouble.
I began to play with my tits, with my left hand rubbing against the G-string, which was pressed directly onto my pussy. Simultaneously, my right hand was exploring my tit area. I could feel myself getting wetter than before, the sensations heightened through my G-string. Believe me, it was my hormones taking charge. With 75% of my clothing already gone, I decided to spice up the game by taking off my G-string. Trust me, if I were to be caught, either I would be raped or be sentenced to jail for indecent exposure.
I was so aroused that I accidentally threw my G-string far away from me. With the continued massage on my clit, it didn't take long for me to have the urge to orgasm. It was a random flick on my clit that came to my first orgasm. I could feel juices flowing out of my pussy, and the sensation that makes my legs shiver.
After the first round, I felt more tired than I had been earlier, but everyone knows girls don't stop after just one. Even after multiple orgasms, we still felt the exhilaration if we are horny.
I thought of cooling myself down before packing up, but it turned out I ended up playing again, which ended my 2nd orgasm in no time.
It was after the third round that I decided to stop, as I could feel cramps in my thighs and fingers. After the final cooldown, I put on my FBT shorts, sports bra, and tank top, all of which had dried.
As for my G-string, it was gone! I tried searching for it, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I threw it a bit too hard. Nevertheless, it's okay; at least my shorts are still around.
I returned to my brother's bike, intending to walk home instead, but due to the soreness in my thigh, I decided to ride it back. When I attempted to cycle back, I found it challenging—not because I was tired, but because the seat was rubbing against my clit and pussy. It wasn't helpful in keeping me dry, plus it was painful when going over slopes.
Ultimately, it took me 40 minutes to return home, even though it only took me 20 minutes to cycle there. Thanks to that, now not only my thighs are sore, same goes my pussy.
Saturday, 5 July 2014
Night Jogging
Hey, if you guys recall, I once mentioned buying those blue Lacey boy shorts and contemplating going for a night jog in them. Well, guess what? I did it just now.
So, earlier on, I decided to take a short break from my studies and went for a jog around the park near my house. Initially, I had planned for an evening jog, but the weather had different ideas, so I switched to a nighttime run instead. I rummaged through my brother's room and found a Redbull tank top, but it turned out to be quite big since I usually wear an S, and the tank was an L. Undeterred, I paired it with my Blue Nike Sports bra and Pink FBT shorts, along with those boy-shorts.
As I stepped out of my room, I caught my mom giving me this straight stare! I could tell she was wondering why I was wearing something so loose, but before she could say anything, I hurriedly left the house. Off to the park, I went, and to my surprise, no one else seemed to be running, which struck me as odd. The quiet atmosphere added a unique vibe to my jog, making it a memorable break from my studies.
After a quick warm-up, I started my night jog. But here's the kicker – after about 30 minutes, I was already exhausted, feeling the aches and tiredness creeping in. I decided to take a breather at a nearby hut, trying to catch my breath. After resting for a while, I did feel better, but the laziness continued and some persistent aches in my thighs led me to decide to rest a bit longer.
As I sat there, enjoying the cool breeze, it suddenly dawned on me that I was at the same hut, in the same seat where I once witnessed a questionable scene. Flashbacks ensued, and before I knew it, I found myself feeling a bit more than just nostalgia. Since I happened to be wearing those boy shorts, a mischievous thought crossed my mind – why not give it a try and jog around with just the boy shorts?
I got up and made my way behind the nearest bushes. After carefully scanning for ants, I decided it was a suitable spot to remove my shorts. The experience was nerve-wracking, considering it was my first time undressing in that area, and the thought of someone spotting me worsened my anxiety.
I cautiously took off my shorts while glancing around. After a bit of adjusting, I conceded in my attempt to cover everything – it was a choice between the front and the back. The tank top wasn't able to cover all. It was indeed a different feeling, especially when the wind breezed through my pussy. After getting used to the sensation and the excitement, I took things a step further.
Clutching my shorts, I jogged leisurely back toward my house. Given the time—around 9 pm—there weren't many people out for a jog on a Saturday night. I relished the moment, savouring the tranquillity. Abruptly, my enjoyment was interrupted by the sound of a bicycle approaching.
I turned around, and there was a guy on a bike. Unfortunately, there were no trees or bushes for me to hide behind. Panic set in – I slowed down, hoping he'd pass by without seeing much. The sound of his approach grew louder, and so did my heart. To make things worse, I started feeling aroused. I tried to act normal, but before I could glance back, he sped up and was right in front of me. Did he see what I was wearing? I have no idea.
It was both exhilarating and scary. The thought crossed my mind that I might get into trouble if he turned out to be a pervert. I continued jogging without shorts, but I made sure to put them back on when I neared my block to avoid being seen. I didn't go all the way, at least not yet, but who knows... hehe.
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If you want to comment on my blog-chat, please use a real name rather than pseudonyms like "aliciafans." I'll only reply to those with a genuine name.
I might not update as frequently until my exams are over, or perhaps not until the end of my JC2. So, please be patient and continue to support my blog. Thanks!
So, earlier on, I decided to take a short break from my studies and went for a jog around the park near my house. Initially, I had planned for an evening jog, but the weather had different ideas, so I switched to a nighttime run instead. I rummaged through my brother's room and found a Redbull tank top, but it turned out to be quite big since I usually wear an S, and the tank was an L. Undeterred, I paired it with my Blue Nike Sports bra and Pink FBT shorts, along with those boy-shorts.
As I stepped out of my room, I caught my mom giving me this straight stare! I could tell she was wondering why I was wearing something so loose, but before she could say anything, I hurriedly left the house. Off to the park, I went, and to my surprise, no one else seemed to be running, which struck me as odd. The quiet atmosphere added a unique vibe to my jog, making it a memorable break from my studies.
After a quick warm-up, I started my night jog. But here's the kicker – after about 30 minutes, I was already exhausted, feeling the aches and tiredness creeping in. I decided to take a breather at a nearby hut, trying to catch my breath. After resting for a while, I did feel better, but the laziness continued and some persistent aches in my thighs led me to decide to rest a bit longer.
As I sat there, enjoying the cool breeze, it suddenly dawned on me that I was at the same hut, in the same seat where I once witnessed a questionable scene. Flashbacks ensued, and before I knew it, I found myself feeling a bit more than just nostalgia. Since I happened to be wearing those boy shorts, a mischievous thought crossed my mind – why not give it a try and jog around with just the boy shorts?
I got up and made my way behind the nearest bushes. After carefully scanning for ants, I decided it was a suitable spot to remove my shorts. The experience was nerve-wracking, considering it was my first time undressing in that area, and the thought of someone spotting me worsened my anxiety.
I cautiously took off my shorts while glancing around. After a bit of adjusting, I conceded in my attempt to cover everything – it was a choice between the front and the back. The tank top wasn't able to cover all. It was indeed a different feeling, especially when the wind breezed through my pussy. After getting used to the sensation and the excitement, I took things a step further.
Clutching my shorts, I jogged leisurely back toward my house. Given the time—around 9 pm—there weren't many people out for a jog on a Saturday night. I relished the moment, savouring the tranquillity. Abruptly, my enjoyment was interrupted by the sound of a bicycle approaching.
I turned around, and there was a guy on a bike. Unfortunately, there were no trees or bushes for me to hide behind. Panic set in – I slowed down, hoping he'd pass by without seeing much. The sound of his approach grew louder, and so did my heart. To make things worse, I started feeling aroused. I tried to act normal, but before I could glance back, he sped up and was right in front of me. Did he see what I was wearing? I have no idea.
It was both exhilarating and scary. The thought crossed my mind that I might get into trouble if he turned out to be a pervert. I continued jogging without shorts, but I made sure to put them back on when I neared my block to avoid being seen. I didn't go all the way, at least not yet, but who knows... hehe.
Just a quick update: Please mind your language when emailing me. Regardless of my actions or decisions, I'd appreciate respectful communication as I consider myself a lady.
Sorry, but I won't be sharing my Facebook or Instagram. I highly value my privacy.
If you want to comment on my blog-chat, please use a real name rather than pseudonyms like "aliciafans." I'll only reply to those with a genuine name.
I might not update as frequently until my exams are over, or perhaps not until the end of my JC2. So, please be patient and continue to support my blog. Thanks!
Lastly, a big thanks to GH* and Ed**** for your purchases and for being understanding. Sorry for the wait, guys! :)
Saturday, 28 June 2014
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Thursday, 19 June 2014
Swimming day
Today’s spontaneous swim outing with Charmaine and CY turned out to be quite the adventure! Initially, CY and I had planned to go cycling, but thanks to Charmaine's suggestion, we switched gears to swimming at the last minute.
Around 11 a.m., we decided to head to the Tampines Swimming Complex, which was conveniently close to my place. I donned a Navy Adidas 3-stripes one-piece swimsuit that I had bought during a sale a few years ago but hadn’t worn until today. I tied my hair up and paired the swimsuit with a red Elmo T-shirt and black denim shorts. After packing my goggles and towel, I was set to go.
Just as I was about to leave, a nagging feeling suggested something was amiss, but I couldn’t pinpoint what. In my rush, I brushed off the sensation and closed the door behind me. Fortunately, the bus arrived just as I reached the stop. At Tampines Interchange, I spotted CY waiting at the arrival area, dressed in a denim shirt and shorts. She looked a bit dishevelled and admitted she had forgotten her bag at home. Since her house was quite far, I offered to share whatever she needed.
We met Charmaine at the swimming complex. She was wearing a black MANGO tee with denim shorts and, thankfully, had brought her bag with her. Otherwise, we would have had to make do with just one towel among the three of us.
We proceeded to the adult pool, pleasantly surprised by the lack of crowds—just a few individuals scattered around. We decided to change near the lockers since we were already in our swimsuits. CY revealed her black Nike swimsuit, while Charmaine sported a chic purple bikini set.
After stashing our clothes, bags, and slippers in the lockers, we jumped into the pool. We started with a few warm-up strokes to prevent cramps. After about three laps, CY felt tired and suggested a break. Charmaine, however, encouraged us to keep going, and soon we were back at it.
By 1:50 p.m., we decided to relax in the tanning area. We picked a spot at the edge to avoid the crowded centre. CY and I chatted about the lifeguard, while Charmaine tried to tan her back but soon fell asleep.
That's when the mischief began! Though I had no initial intention of playing pranks, CY’s nudges led us to prank the unsuspecting Charmaine. We quietly approached her and, since she was in a bikini, easily untied her top and bottom. Remarkably, she remained blissfully unaware and continued snoozing.
Unable to contain our laughter, CY and I returned to our spots. After 10 to 15 minutes, CY decided it was time to wake Charmaine up. We concocted a plan to create a loud scene, pretending to receive an urgent phone call. The ruse worked perfectly—Charmaine awoke to the commotion and, as she turned towards us, we stood up abruptly, feigning urgency. Panicking, she stood up, only to realize she was exposed in her birthday suit.
Charmaine’s scream drew the attention of nearby swimmers and lifeguards. We quickly covered her with a towel while she scrambled to put her bikini back on. The prank added a memorable twist to our day.
After Charmaine finished scolding us, we couldn’t help but burst into uncontrollable laughter. Despite our apologies and attempts to make amends by offering dinner, she declined. She did, however, agree to forgive us under the condition that we fulfill a few of her requests, which CY and I reluctantly accepted.
As we headed to the shower room, I suddenly realized I had forgotten my bra and panties! To my dismay, CY hadn’t brought her bag either. This added another layer of humor to our already eventful day. With no alternatives, we showered and dressed without our undergarments. My shirt was loose enough to conceal any visibility, while CY, used to going braless, was unaffected. Her denim shirt concealed her well.
I couldn’t resist teasing CY when Charmaine emerged from the shower, now dressed in a pink tank top, blue sports bra, and white high-waist shorts. We then ventured to Tampines Mall for dinner, where we managed to blend in without attracting much attention. After a satisfying meal, we explored the mall and indulged in some shopping.
The evening flew by, and we shopped until past nine before heading home. The best part? Charmaine had completely forgotten about the punishment she had assigned us earlier. What a day full of unexpected twists and laughter!
Around 11 a.m., we decided to head to the Tampines Swimming Complex, which was conveniently close to my place. I donned a Navy Adidas 3-stripes one-piece swimsuit that I had bought during a sale a few years ago but hadn’t worn until today. I tied my hair up and paired the swimsuit with a red Elmo T-shirt and black denim shorts. After packing my goggles and towel, I was set to go.
Just as I was about to leave, a nagging feeling suggested something was amiss, but I couldn’t pinpoint what. In my rush, I brushed off the sensation and closed the door behind me. Fortunately, the bus arrived just as I reached the stop. At Tampines Interchange, I spotted CY waiting at the arrival area, dressed in a denim shirt and shorts. She looked a bit dishevelled and admitted she had forgotten her bag at home. Since her house was quite far, I offered to share whatever she needed.
We met Charmaine at the swimming complex. She was wearing a black MANGO tee with denim shorts and, thankfully, had brought her bag with her. Otherwise, we would have had to make do with just one towel among the three of us.
We proceeded to the adult pool, pleasantly surprised by the lack of crowds—just a few individuals scattered around. We decided to change near the lockers since we were already in our swimsuits. CY revealed her black Nike swimsuit, while Charmaine sported a chic purple bikini set.
After stashing our clothes, bags, and slippers in the lockers, we jumped into the pool. We started with a few warm-up strokes to prevent cramps. After about three laps, CY felt tired and suggested a break. Charmaine, however, encouraged us to keep going, and soon we were back at it.
By 1:50 p.m., we decided to relax in the tanning area. We picked a spot at the edge to avoid the crowded centre. CY and I chatted about the lifeguard, while Charmaine tried to tan her back but soon fell asleep.
That's when the mischief began! Though I had no initial intention of playing pranks, CY’s nudges led us to prank the unsuspecting Charmaine. We quietly approached her and, since she was in a bikini, easily untied her top and bottom. Remarkably, she remained blissfully unaware and continued snoozing.
Unable to contain our laughter, CY and I returned to our spots. After 10 to 15 minutes, CY decided it was time to wake Charmaine up. We concocted a plan to create a loud scene, pretending to receive an urgent phone call. The ruse worked perfectly—Charmaine awoke to the commotion and, as she turned towards us, we stood up abruptly, feigning urgency. Panicking, she stood up, only to realize she was exposed in her birthday suit.
Charmaine’s scream drew the attention of nearby swimmers and lifeguards. We quickly covered her with a towel while she scrambled to put her bikini back on. The prank added a memorable twist to our day.
After Charmaine finished scolding us, we couldn’t help but burst into uncontrollable laughter. Despite our apologies and attempts to make amends by offering dinner, she declined. She did, however, agree to forgive us under the condition that we fulfill a few of her requests, which CY and I reluctantly accepted.
As we headed to the shower room, I suddenly realized I had forgotten my bra and panties! To my dismay, CY hadn’t brought her bag either. This added another layer of humor to our already eventful day. With no alternatives, we showered and dressed without our undergarments. My shirt was loose enough to conceal any visibility, while CY, used to going braless, was unaffected. Her denim shirt concealed her well.
I couldn’t resist teasing CY when Charmaine emerged from the shower, now dressed in a pink tank top, blue sports bra, and white high-waist shorts. We then ventured to Tampines Mall for dinner, where we managed to blend in without attracting much attention. After a satisfying meal, we explored the mall and indulged in some shopping.
The evening flew by, and we shopped until past nine before heading home. The best part? Charmaine had completely forgotten about the punishment she had assigned us earlier. What a day full of unexpected twists and laughter!
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