[makka111]

This looks like a show and tell section so I might as well make this quasi-confession here.

A recently married young couple (mid-20s) moved in a few units from my apartment abt a year ago. We bumped into each other quite often at the lift lobby (both the guy and the girl). Both look like professionals but it seems the wife works flexi-hours as she seems to come home from work much earlier than the bloke.

The girl looks the average plain jane, body's on the slim side but with nice firm tits (I know so bcos she favors tight tops/blouse). Her husband is quite well-built and looks like the gym rat type. Anyway, we do start conversations while we are waiting for/taking the lift. They told me that they did not plan to have kids. I didn't ask why as (a) it is rude and (b) it is not my fucking problem.

One fine day abt four months ago, when I took off early from work, I bumped into her at the lobby and we took the lift up together. She asked how is work etc etc. I am fine, company still doing ok, how are you etc etc. I then kaypoh and advise her to have kids while they are still young when mid-sentence, she suddenly broke down. Fuck, what did I do/say wrong? She whisper between sobs that becos her hubby was so caught up at work (with all this financial crisis shit) and had to do OT often, they didn't really fuck that often (of cos, she said this in a much more civilised way). It felt like the natural thing to do at that time so I pulled her into my embrace and tried to console her.

Now she was wearing this very tight top with top 2 buttons undone so I can see her firm tits sitting nicely in their black bra cups when I looked downwards (had to as she is shorter than me). Man, her long tresses felt so nice and warm... and those tits look really jiggly...hmmm...

But before I can follow up, the bloody lift door opened on our level so I had to suspend all those EVIL thoughts (you MFers know what I am talking abt) and help her to her unit. She was wobbly and struggled to fish the keys out of her bag. I think I was a bit zealous when I almost lifted her off the ground in helping her into the apartment. She was really light, maybe 40+ kilos (I do weights on and off so roughly can tell by lifting). Put her on the sofa, asked if she's ok then I will make a move. She kept quiet, still sobbing (you know the I-have-suffered-great-injustice type of silent sobbing? Like that lor). Looks like not ok, so I closed the door and sat beside her. Dunno what to do so I intended to wait until she's ok then FO.

About 5 silent minutes passed (seems an eternity to me) before she decided to plonk her head on my shoulder. Sigh, so I stroked her hair, she didn't resist. I said things can be worked out one, just find time to sit down and talk to each other abt how you feel etc. Still light silent sobs, nabeh, like I am talking to wall. She bury her head into my chest. Silent sobs. EVIL thoughts entered my head again. Put my hand around her, and patted her chest lightly with my other hand. The fabric of her top was very thin so can feel the firmness of her tits. No resistence...