She kept touching my thigh.

It was my university's alumni event at a famous hotel ballroom in Kuala Lumpur. I was an alumnus of a prestigious private university in Malaysia, called Dirgantara University, located in the district of Dirgantara, state of Shahputra, Malaysia.

Oh, her hand moved higher! Her hand grab was firm and gentle. My crotch tingled. My mouth rounded and I released an uncontrollable breath. I wanted her to just slip her hands into my trousers, but I held it strongly, to stop her from moving further to the spot, where my zipper was about to burst open.

"Let me touch it, Mifzal," she said with a gaspy breath. "I know you're already hard down there."

"We're at the ballroom table full with people Estelle," I alarmed her.

Estelle moved her lips closer to my ear and whispered, "I want them to see."

I should say no, but my tongue was frozen. My hand was on top her's. It was soft and smooth as silk. I wished I could entangle her fingers and squeeze it tight, but I would only do that to someone that I love. Not to a woman I just met at an alumni networking event a few hours ago.

Her hand moved from my thigh to my wrist. She guided my wrist, for my palm to touch the area between my legs. And then, she moved it up and down. I could feel my fingers rubbing my stiff rod.

"Oh, Mifzal, I can feel how big and hard it is through your hands!" whispered Estelle. "I can't wait to pull your zipper and stroke it."

"Estelle, please stop," I begged calmly, but my blood was pumping rapidly to my rod.

Estelle released my wrist and her hand landed on my zipper. Her fingertips were circling on the moulded rod under my trousers' fabric.

She gasped, "Oh my God, Mifzal! It's so big!"

I closed my eyes in pleasure. A forbidden pleasure. I should not feel this pleasure, but my inner voice whispered, "keep doing it, Estelle, keep doing it!"

"I will keep doing it!" exclaimed Estelle lustfully with a bated breath. "Until your trousers soaked wet!"

"Ah, sssss, aaaaah," I whimpered. "Not here, ah, ah, ah, my room!"

The hotel's elevator's door opened, and Estelle pulled me inside. She pushed me to the wall of the elevator, made of glass mirror. Her hands caressed my broad shoulders and my muscly arms.

"Your body is hard, Mifzal!" said Estelle. "But it's covered with too many clothes. I wanna strip it now!"

I was glued to the wall of the elevator, my hands rigid by my side. I didn't know what to do. Estelle moved closer to me and attached her body to mine. I could feel her breast on my chest. I could see her bosom, so bare, it could spread open from her cocktail dress.

Estelle moved her body up and down. "Ah, Mifzal... ahhhhhh!" she screamed. "My boobs can feel your hard chest."

Estelle's body was so soft. I wanted to hold the back of her body, but I hesitated. I didn't want this to happen, but I couldn't stop her from exploiting my body.

Estelle raised her thigh and rubbed her knees on my crotch.

"Oaaaarghhh, ahhhh," I screamed. "Estelle, no, aaaaahhhhh, sssss!".

"You like that, Mifzal?" asked Estelle, giggling. She held my neck and locked her forehead into mine. Our mouths were just a few inches away.

She kept rubbing my sensitive area with her knees. My eyebrows furrowed. My breath was short.

"Your breath is so sexy, Mifzal!" whispered Estelle. "You like my knees doing that to you? Wait until it tastes my fingers. I'll bring it to my lips... my tongue... inside me."

I rolled my eyes. No, no, that must not happen. I must resist. But I couldn't. This was so wrong. But it was so good.

The elevator's door opened. Estelle released me and she leaned her back on the elevator's wall opposite me. Her breath was short too. Her bosom that was waiting to be spilled, moved in unison with her breath. She took my hands and brought it to her fluffy mountain. "Hmmmm, ahhhhh, sssss," she hissed. "Your hands are veiny. I like it."

I had no control towards my hand. It had been manoeuvred by her. She pulled me out from the elevator and directed, "Show me to your room!"

I unlocked my hotel's room's door and she walked in first. She released the strap of her cocktail dress and the fabric fell, revealing her pearl fair body. Her bottom was plump. Her back looked soft and juicy. She turned to me, and I saw her mountains were massive, with fresh pink knobs at its centre. Her v-line looked so tense. She covered it with her hands. Her boobs raised to the front.

"No bra, no underwear," she said. "Easy... for you... to enter me."

I just stood. Mouth agape. I held myself into a fist. Because I didn't want to do anything. I could still say no to this.

But, Estelle walked towards me daringly. Her abdomen moved like a flowing lava. She put her hands on my chest, and moved it up to my neck. She nuzzled her nose to mine.

"No kissing," I said.

Estelle's eyes locked into mine. "Then, where should I put my lips?"

Before I answered, she kissed my chin and sniffed my jawline.

"Oh, aaaaahhhhh, ah, haaa, ah," I moaned.

Estelle touched the lapel of my black tuxedo and spread it open. I helped to release it from my wrist and tossed it to the floor. I untied my bowtie and my cufflinks. She unbuttoned my white shirt and snuggled my collarbone with her nose.

"Oh, Estelle!" I shrieked. "Your breath's warm."

She licked my upper chest, and then my neck. She pulled my shirt that was tucked in my trousers, spread it open. Her hands moved from my neck, to my mounted shoulder, to my biceps.

"Finally," said Estelle, while releasing her breath. "I can feel your skin on your hard body."

Her bare boobs were cemented on my bare chest. I could feel my nipples were in friction on her fluffy breast. She continued licking the dent of my chest, its pores started to ejaculate liquid of sweat. She bent down, and her eyes looked dreamy in front of my bare half naked body. I pulled my white shirt from my wrist and tossed it away. I looked down at her. Her eyes looked at mine from below. Her eyes filled with wants, and needs, and lust. She stuck out her tongue and licked my nipples.

"Oooooohhhhh," I moaned. I closed my eyes. It felt wet and warm. It sent jolts of ecstasy to my crotch. Estelle landed her hand on it and rubbed it slowly and gently.

"Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh," I screamed. I raised my head and opened my eyes. Veins popping out all over my neck. My biceps were getting stiffer than usual and started to glisten because of my sweat. Estelle's hand grabbed my neck, trying to choke me softly. I looked down and I saw her eyes were still looking at me hungrily. She devoured my nipples, licking it, kissing it, sucking it, on both sides.

"I love black round nipples," she said. "Your nipples are delicious, Mifzal."

"Keep doing it, Estelle," I pleaded. My both hands touched her straight hair slowly, appealing to her to continue.

The whole room could hear my moan, "Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh." Estelle stopped sucking and stood up. She giggled in front of my face and rubbed my moist nipples with her thumb. She grabbed my shoulder and threw me to the bed. I lied down. My legs were hanging at the edge. She kneeled and her nose moved to my semi-spherical crotch. Her hands rubbed my thighs. She sniffed my crotch, licking the fabric of my zipper.

"It smells so good, Mifzal. Musty! I love it!" she shrieked.

"Sssss, ahhhhh," I moaned. I grabbed her head harder now. My whole body was moist with sweat. My chest and biceps hardened. The pecs of my abs were sculpted like blocks of chocolates.

Estelle unbuckled my belt and pulled it from my trousers. She tossed it to the floor. She kept rubbing my mountainous zipper and I moaned, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh, aaaaaaahhhhhhh, urghhh, ahhhhhhh."

I continued moaning loudly non-stop, until the volume slowly died down in my mind. My eyes closed again. I knew I should not had done this. This was wrong. I've committed a sin! Stop doing this, Mifzal! You need to stop!

And then a woman's name appeared in the figment of my memory.

"Zara..."

I opened my eyes quickly. I raised my body, sitting on the bed, 90 degrees. And then, I pulled my hanging legs onto the bed. I kneeled on the mattress. I covered my moist crotch with my hands. My half naked body was wet with sweat. I breathed hard.

I whispered, "We need to stop." I pulled the blanket and covered my body up till my chest. "We should not ..... I should not allow you to do this. I'm sorry," I said softly.

Estelle, who was bare naked, stood up, climbed on the bed - not to continue to fulfil her lustfulness, but to sit on the bed. She also pulled the blanket and covered her breast with it. She gulped and asked, "Are you a virgin?"

I answered straightaway, "Yes."

"You have a girlfriend?" she asked again.

"No."

"You're in love with someone?"

I paused. I did not know what to answer her. But I answered anyway, "No... I mean... I don't think she's in love with me anymore."

"But, you're still in love with her?"

"I think so."

Estelle laid down on the bed, on her right side. Her head on the pillow. She covered her breast with her arms, layered with the blanket.

"You wanna talk about it?" offered Estelle.

I, who was still kneeling, was rigid on the bed, couldn't move. Estelle continued to whisper, "Lie down beside me. Let's not do anything tonight. Just talk. Come." She tapped the pillow beside her a few times with her palm, signalling me to lie down.

I slowly moved my body, still covered with the blanket, and laid my head on the pillow. My face was facing Estelle's. We went silent for a few minutes, until she said, "Tell me about her, your lover."

I gulped and responded, "Her name's Zara."

"When were you two a couple?"

"When we were 15. We broke up, when we were 17."

"It was a long time ago," remarked Estelle.

"It was," I concurred.

Estelle closed her eyes and released her breath. She opened back her eyes. "Do you feel she still thinks about you?"

"I hope so... I don't know."

Estelle extended her arms and touched my face. Her thumbs rubbed my cheeks gently. "Do you want to hear a piece of advice?"

"Yes," I answered with a voice so low, I didn't want her to hear it, because I was on the verge of crying.

Estelle spoke, "Go to her, wherever she is now, and tell her, you're still in love with her. Ask her, if she's still in love with you. If she does, you'll be a very happy man. If she doesn't, you can say goodbye to her properly, and you can move on with your life."

She pulled her hand away from my face and hid it under the blanket. "Now, let's sleep," she said. "I'm exhausted. I'll leave your room first thing in the morning."

Estelle closed her eyes. Her face looked calm now. No more lust. After a few minutes, her nose hummed slowly, signifying that she's already asleep. My eyelids were also slowly draping. My heart was calm, ready to doze off. But my mind was whispering to myself...

I'll return to my school, SMK Tengku Simpulan Intan to meet Zara. I'm coming back home.