Chapter 1
Recent news reports have been warning about an incoming storm with strong winds and heavy rain. Everyone’s advised to stay cautious.
It was late at night. The AC was humming. Suzanne was lost in her solo pleasure session in the living room, lounging on the sofa, half-naked—just in a T-shirt and her hijab, with a silicone-covered G-spot bullet vibrator in her right hand. It was her usual ritual as a single, successful woman winding down for the evening.
Her smooth legs were spread wide, opening the gates to paradise. Her right hand was holding the pink device into her pussy. Zzzrrr... the toy vibrated, teasing her G-spot. “Ahhh...” A moan escaped her lips.
While the toy did its work, her left hand squeezed her perky, medium-sized breasts under the T-shirt. She bit her red lip. Her eyes were hazy, fixed on the 32-inch LCD screen. A steamy K–Drama scene was playing out: Ji Eun, an office worker, was begging for a raise to cover her sick mother’s medical bills. But to get it, she had to let her three bosses take turns with her body. Her clothes were torn and pulled in every direction. Only her hijab clung on, trying to preserve some dignity. For Suzanne, picturing a hijab-wearing woman being taken by others sparks her arousal.
Suzanne’s imagination ran wild, picturing herself getting fucked by the entire office—passed around from the boss’s room to the staff area, even to the back room, where the male janitors were. The whole office screwed her out in the open, asking her to do inappropriate things, with everyone watching. The fantasy made her pussy throb and grow even wetter.
Suddenly... plop! Something dripped. Suzanne touched her head. Her hijab was a bit damp. She looked up. Plop! Water splashed into her eye. Ouch! She rubbed her eyes.
“Huh!” Suzan jumped from her sofa, staring up. The white ceiling above her head looked like a baby’s diaper stain. Susanne bared her teeth like an angry dog, clenching her fists along with the dildo towards the sky. Again!? Another leak! Yesterday it was in the kitchen, the day before that in the bathroom. Now?
ARRGGGH! This leak was driving her crazy.
This is all because of the hardness of her own head. Suzanne’s house had a pyramid-shaped roof with a concrete deck around it. Her friends had warned her that the concrete deck would eventually leak. It was better not to use it. Close everything up. But Suzanne fantasized about enjoying a cup of Jasmine tea on the roof while gazing at her surroundings. Now, she has to pay a high price for that fantasy. Just like last month, her bedroom ceiling collapsed, caused by the water seepage that gradually made the ceiling soft.
Suzanne is an independent woman, used to doing everything on her own. Her life doesn’t depend on men. She can handle everything, from changing light bulbs to even fixing a collapsed ceiling by herself. But there’s one problem she has never been able to solve alone: the leaking roof. Even though she painted every area of the roof with waterproofing paint, the damn water always finds its way in
Plop! Another drop hit her eye.
Ah, never mind. Suzanne gave up. She decided to hire a contractor to redesign her roof. It looked like her house would be noisy and messy for a few weeks.
Insecure
Suzanne has been single since birth. Not because she’s unattractive or anything else… In fact, on the contrary, she’s very beautiful and sexy. So much so that even in a long, loose dress and wide hijab, she couldn’t escape the catcalling from guys. Despite her beauty, which was like that of Aphrodite, she chose to stay free from the turmoil that her friends went through—heartbreaks, being betrayed by boyfriends, arguments with husbands, divorces, and so on. After three decades on this earth, her life has been peaceful and calm.
One day, her peaceful life changed 180 degrees because of four words.
“Sorry, excuse me, auntie!”
The phrase burst out from a stranger she didn’t know. That nerdy, otaku-looking young guy brushed her arm and cut in front of her as she was about to tap her MRT card at the gate. Suzanne froze. Not because she was shocked by the unpleasant action, but because of the last word he said.
AUNTIE!
Auntie… auntie… The word echoed in her mind, repeating over and over throughout the day. She became unusually sensitive, as if she were PMSing. All her colleagues and boss fell victim to her mood, sending them straight to the pit of hell, tortured and grilled in the fiery abyss.
After work, Suzanne didn’t head straight home. Instead, she made a detour to the hypermarket and loaded up a whole cart with food, even though she’d just done her monthly shopping last week. Goji berries, blueberries, cranberries, blackberries, pomegranates, dark chocolate, green tea, and coffee—she grabbed them all. All in the noble pursuit of sucking every last drop of anti-oxidants from the universe
On the way home and once there, her mouth didn’t stop munching on the fruits. In the kitchen, she brewed a huge thermos of green tea and chugged it until she coughed. Then she unwrapped the dark chocolate and ate it while heading to the bathroom.
Aargggh! She yelled in frustration midway.
Suzanne locked the bathroom door. She splashed her face with water from the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her body arched, hands gripping the sink edges. Her eyes were sharp. Her breath huffed like a bull in the Plaza de Toros arena. That stranger from the morning had awakened something in her: insecurity.
Am I really that old? Nah, I don’t feel that old. No wrinkles. No gray hair. Skin’s still tight, butt’s firm. Where’s the auntie vibe coming from?
She pinched her body here and there to check its firmness.
Ah, that kid must be blind.
That night, Suzanne had trouble sleeping. Maybe it was because she drank too much green tea. Or maybe it was because she wanted to snap that kid’s neck.
Fate or whatever— the next day, they ran into each other again.
“Auntie, can you hurry up a bit?” It was that otaku BOY again, right behind her. She could feel his breath puffing on her neck, making her shiver. This time, Suzanne was really annoyed. Not only because she was being pushed and this person clearly didn’t understand social boundaries, but also because her ears translated that sentence into, “Old lady, why are you so slow?!”
She spun around and shoved him back. “Hey, what did you just say?!” she snapped. Her voice boomed, making him jolt.
“I... I... I...” He stammered, quickly composing himself and saying as politely as possible, bowing slightly, “Sorry, auntie. I’m in a rush.”
Suzanne’s teeth clenched. She felt like slapping the young man. Meanwhile, the young man grew more confused as he saw the anger on Suzanne’s face not subside, but instead, it seemed like a volcano about to erupt. Even though he had been polite.
At the same time, the sound of the MRT train’s brakes screeched. Followed by the sound of the automatic platform doors opening, and the train doors slid open. The young man glanced towards that direction. His body language was uneasy. He had to board that train right now. If not, he would definitely be late for campus. He hesitated for a moment, then ran forward. But Suzanne planted herself firmly and spread her arms wide like a crab on the beach. She had no intention of letting that ‘disrespect’ pass so easily. No, not after the young man had thrown the word ‘Auntie’ in front of her face three times. Suzanne blocked his way.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
“Auntie, what do you want? I’ll be late for class,” the young man said, annoyed.
“Ding, Dang, Dung...” the sound of the announcement bell rang out. “For passengers of line B4, please board immediately, as the train will depart soon.”
“Watch out, auntie, I need to get on quickly!”
“The young man boldly pushed through and bumped into Suzanne’s shoulder. Suzanne was annoyed. She tripped the young man’s foot, causing him to fall flat. Thud! His glasses flew off.
“Hmmf! Take that.” Suzanne felt satisfied. Then she quickly ran into the train just before the doors and platform closed. From behind the glass, Suzanne pulled at her under-eye bags with her index finger and stuck out her tongue.”
Bleeee!
The young man sat down, his head hung low, slapping his thigh in resignation as he watched the train begin to move, leaving the tracks behind.
That day, Suzanne worked super productively after venting her frustration on the stranger. Her mind was clear, and she was extra friendly to her colleagues and boss.
A Disaster
One night, Suzanne was in the middle of her masturbation ritual—a habit shared by her single girlfriends too. She wore just a blouse and hijab, squeezing her own breasts and rubbing her pussy while gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Her breathing rose and fell. Her mind wandered, imagining unknown men’s hands on the MRT groping her body. They held her arms and legs so she couldn’t move. She couldn’t resist as hands squeezed her breasts from all sides, while others dipped lower, stroking and fingering her pussy. Meanwhile, hijab-wearing women watched uncomfortably right in front of her.
Suzanne moved to the bedpost, aiming its ball-shaped end at her pussy entrance. Then she lowered herself. Her vaginal lips engulfed the ball, slowly swallowing it like savoring a lollipop. Shhh... Ahhhh... Suzanne moaned, feeling deliciously full. She started bouncing up and down. “Ahhh...”
Just as she was enjoying her moment, a loud crash suddenly echoed from outside the room.
BRAK!
Suzanne immediately ran out of the room. How shocked she was to see her living room in ruins, drenched through and through. This time, the ceiling of the living room had collapsed. It seemed that the temporary tarp covering the roof had come loose and was flapping violently in the strong wind. The heavy rain had evidently gotten inside, and the ceiling couldn’t hold the weight of the water.
It seemed that the tarp would soon be blown away by the wind, and her house would have even bigger holes, gaping wide.”
Rainwater drenched the living room, soaking all the furniture. Suzanne quickly buttoned her blouse and climbed up to the roof. She tried to secure the flapping tarp, but it was impossible. The wind was too fierce; the tarp whipped around with too much force. She got drenched and climbed back down.
Suzanne rushed to her room, grabbed her smartphone. Her heart pounded. She called the contractor’s head.
“Please pick up!” she begged silently. But no answer.
Panicking, she went back up to the roof to try again. Suddenly, she spotted headlights from a pickup truck in the distance.
Without wasting a second, Suzanne yelled at the top of her lungs.
“Hey! Hey! Stop! Help me! Hey!”
Luckily, the truck slowed and stopped in front of her house. Suzanne hurried down. She dashed to her room, grabbed a hijab and a pair of jeans. She walked quickly while pulling on the pants.
There was a knock at the door.
“Yeah, yeah, just a sec,” she replied.
She opened the door while adjusting her hijab. Suzanne said, “Oh, thank you for stopping by. I’m in an emergency... rat...” her words trailed off at the end. She was taken aback. The guest was standing there holding an umbrella, equally shocked. Neither of them expected to run into the person standing in front of them.
“You?”
“Aun... tie?”
They both got awkward, remembering the station incident. Especially Suzanne. “Uh... so...” She struggled for words. “What... are you doing here?”
The young man’s eyelids dropped half a watt. It’s you…
I’m Sam. You hired my father to fix the roof. He asked me to check on your house because of this sudden bad weather. Coincidentally, he’s out of town, so he can’t come himself,” Sam replied indifferently. They both fell silent for a moment. After that, he quickly turned around.
“Hey, where are you going? You have to help me.”
Sam turned back and burst suddenly. “Because of you, I missed my exam and got an F! Now I have to repeat the semester!” he said, pissed.
“Sorry, I didn’t know,” Suzanne said, a bit regretful. “But you have to help me.”
“Why should I help you, auntie?”
Hearing “auntie” again, Suzanne got emotional.
“Auntie! Auntie! Because you wronged me!”
“How did I wrong you?”
“You’re rude for calling me auntie.”
“But I don’t know your name, so obviously I call you auntie, auntie!”
“I’m not that old, kiddo!”
Sam’s mouth twisted, finger pointing, but words stuck in his throat. “Urggh!” He hated arguing with women—waste of time, and you never win.
“Whatever!” Sam muttered. He turned to go again.
But Suzanne grabbed his arm. “Don’t leave! You have to help me! Or I’ll report you to your dad.”
“Go ahead, I don’t care! Maybe he’ll be glad, since you’ve made him pay even more for my tuition!”
“Wait!” Suzanne pulled his arm.
Sam turned, stepping close until she backed into the house. He left his umbrella outside.
“Okay, I’ll help. But what’s in it for me?”
“Fine, fine, how much do you want? $20? I can give you $20.”
Sam stayed silent.
“$50! That’s pretty high.”
Sam didn’t respond, just glanced at her soaked blouse clinging to her curves. Suzanne quickly crossed her arms over her chest.
She realized what he meant.
“I... I can’t give you that.”
Sam just tsked. He turned to leave again.
“Hand job! I can give you a hand job.”
“Not enough!”
“You know that’s already crossing a huge line!”
Sam kept walking.
“Okay, okay, what do you want?” Suzanne asked.
“I don’t want to force you.”
“Okay, you’re not forcing anything. This is my choice. Now, tell me what you want?”
Sam glanced over, and the ball rolled to the farthest point. A sly smile spread across his lips. His face and vibe shifted, taking on the look of a villain with a mischievous air.
“I want to have sex.”
Suzanne fell silent. The nerdy otaku guy in front of her now felt like the sleazy men from the porn films she often watched. Heavy with a commanding aura that dominated her. A feeling that left her tense and curious. At the same time it’s not like she had other options. She couldn’t ask neighbors—their wives were jealous of her.
“Alright, but just once, till you finish, okay?”
“Deal!”
“Now, please fix my roof. The tarp came loose from the wind. Hurry, my living room’s flooding.”
Sam turned.
“Give me a down payment, auntie.”
Suzanne pouted. “Stop calling me auntie. Call me Suzanne.”
“Okay, Suzanne.”
“What down payment do you want?”
Sam eyed her chest and nodded upward.
Suzanne understood what he meant, but she hesitated, muttering softly under her breath. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse one by one until it was open, then shifted her hijab aside to reveal her breasts to Sam.
“There, that’s it. Now fix the roof.” Her face flushed; this was the first time she’d shown her body to a man.
“Alright, where’s the ladder to the roof?”
“Over there, from the laundry room.”
Suzanne led the way. Sam’s eyes trailed her as she walked, her hips swaying rhythmically. He swallowed, a mix of admiration and desire in his gaze
“Here’s the ladder,” she said, pointing to the black monkey bars leading up.
Sam gripped the square pipe rails. Before climbing, he glanced at her chest again.
Suzanne looked away, shifting her hijab to expose her breasts once more.
“There...” She let Sam enjoy the view again.
Sam smiled, not just because of her beautiful breasts, but because he enjoyed seeing Suzanne’s face, which held a mix of irritation at his request. Without wasting any time, he climbed onto the roof. For the next 20 minutes, Sam struggled to securely fasten the tarp, ensuring it covered the hole safely. But finally he did it.
After fixing the roof, Sam came down.
Suzanne said, “Please clear out these wood pieces and the ceiling debris. Just pile them out front for pickup tomorrow.”
But Sam knew she was stalling the inevitable.
“No, no, the agreement was only to cover the roof, not to clean up the mess below. I want my payment now.”
Suzanne glanced left and right, looking for a reason to delay.
“Be patient, look, you’re cold. How about I make you some warm tea? Maybe coffee?”
Sam shook his head. “Your body’s gonna warm me up. Now go change—put on a sexy white bra and panties,” he ordered while peeling off his soaked clothes until he was stark naked.
Sam’s body was not muscular and macho. He was more on the lean side, with a slender build.
Suzanne went to her room. Sam followed, entering behind her. She opened the closet, grabbed a dry towel, and handed it to him.
“Here.”
“Thanks.”
As he dried himself off, Sam said, “Where do you keep your underwear? Let me pick something out for you.”
“Wearing just my underwear in front of you is embarrassing enough. Now you want to snoop through my lingerie drawer?”
“Still trying to say no?”
Suzanne huffed and pouted. She opened the closet door and pointed to the neatly arranged bras and panties.
Sam’s heart raced seeing women’s lingerie. “I want you to wear these.” He chose a lacy white set with sharp angles.
“Okay, okay, if that’s what you want.”
Sam hopped onto the bed, eager for the show.
Suzanne turned her body around, embarrassed. Then, she lowered her jeans. Sam’s eyes widened as he gazed at Suzanne’s beautiful figure from behind. His assumption was correct. Her curves had perfect, harmonious angles that complemented each other. If that shape were turned into music, it would surely sound like a masterpiece by the genius Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Sam bit his lip as he watched Suzanne fasten her bra, hooking it with a flick. The act was sexy as hell to him, especially when she bent slightly to step into her panties, her pussy’s curve peeking out, just barely visible. Then Suzanne pulled the panties up quickly, not allowing Sam to enjoy his moment. The panties provided minimal coverage for her gorgeous ass, more like an accessory to highlight its beauty. She adjusted them, slipping her index finger along the back edge to make them sit just right atop her cheeks.
“I’ve put on the underwear you wanted. What... else?” Suzanne’s words faltered seeing Sam’s cock, already hard, tense, and long.
Sam look around and glanced at the white cloth hanging on the wall.
“I want you to wear that praying garment.”
“Why?”
“Just put it on. Don’t ask so many questions.”
Suzanne took the garment called mukena and slipped it on. As she did, Sam spread out a prayer mat.
“Now come here.”
“What do you want?”
“Bend over here!”
Suzanne obeyed, getting on all fours for Sam.
Sam stroked his shaft, while slapping her ass repeatedly and occasionally squeezing. Slap! Slap! Squish!
“Aww!’
“You don’t mind me doing this, Suzanne?” Sam’s hand stroking her center from front to back and back again.
Suzanne moaned, “AAhh…” without answering the question.
Sam rolled up her mukena to her hips. Then he pulled her panties down to mid-thigh. He leaned in and blew on her vagina, sending shivers through her body. Her heart raced, being treated like this by someone she barely knew.
Sam licked and licked at her labia. Slurp! Slurp! Oh, it tasted salty and sweet. Auntie must take great care of her hygiene and diet.
Sam’s tongue stoked the embers of Suzanne’s desire, already kindling with his brazen demands. She enjoyed the boneless organ wriggling like an eel, tasting her womanhood. “Ngghh,” she moaned, wordlessly urging him on. Then, like a dog craving a belly rub, Suzanne rolled onto her back and parted her thighs.
Sam understood. He explored her pretty pussy. He parted her outer lips, sweeping up and down her soft inner folds until teasing her sensitive clit.
“Nggghhhh…” Suzanne moaned, voicing a feeling too complex to name, only to be felt. She clamped Sam’s head, unwilling to let him leave her core. “Sam, keep going, Sam,” she whispered. Sam continued to savor her, drinking her in. Suzanne’s brows furrowed, her hands feverishly squeezing her breasts through her prayer garment. Her head tilted back, teeth clenched, lips parting, channeling the pleasure gnawing at under her belly.
After a while she tugged her hair, mouth open, crying “Ahhh... Sam! Aaahh... ahhh... ahh...” Her body quivered, muscles contracting in a rhythmic pull. The pleasure surged suddenly, as the wave grew more intense as the intervals shortened. “Nggghhh, nggghh!” Suzanne gasped, her cry stifled.
“Aahhhh! FUCK!” Suddenly Suzanne’s scream echoed in the air for a while, the sound lingering as if time itself had slowed down.
After a while she crashed back to earth. Breath ragged, chest heaving.
Only then did her leg grip loosen, letting Sam gasp for air. He’d nearly “died” down there.
Suzanne eyed Sam suspiciously. This innocent-looking, otaku kid must have experience with lots of women to make her feel like that. Or... was it because she’d never been with a man, and this was the first time she’d reached heights she couldn’t alone?
Sam flipped Suzanne over. She was still limp. She rested her head on her arms and lifted her ass high, offering it to him.
“I sometimes fantasize about fucking hijab-wearing women like you, Suzanne. Especially in a prayer pose like this.”
“Oh... well, now’s your chance to make it real, Sam. Do what you’ve always wanted from women like me.”
Sam positioned himself behind her. He rubbed his cock tip along her vaginal slit.
Oh, so this is what a man’s penis feels like there. Ticklish? Suzanne thought.
Sam pressed and pushed steadily. Suzanne’s mouth gaped wider and wider as the shaft sank deeper and deeper until it was fully buried. BLessssh!!!!
“Oh God..d…...,” she moaned.
Sam began pumping into her. His cock slid in and out. Her pussy lips dipped in with each thrust and pulled out with each withdrawal. There was a unique thrill in not controlling how the penis moved. God, getting fucked by a guy feels amazing. Suzanne thought, moaning inwardly.
“Ahhh... shh... ahh ahhh... ah..”
Slap! Sam spanked Suzanne’s butt. Then he squeezed it eagerly. Firm and intriguing. Slap!
“Ahhh,” Suzanne moaned.
Sam went wilder. He felt immense pleasure. His mind seemed to lift to the seventh heaven, entering another dimension. His perception of time, space, and even reality shifted. That’s how exquisite Suzanne’s vagina felt.
All this time, he could only sneakily watch these women praying, stealing glances at their butts as they bent over. Now, he could directly feel what was beneath the fabric. It felt good beyond his imagination.
Sam pulled out his penis. Stroking it while approaching Suzanne’s face.
“Suzanne, I want to spray the face of a hijab-wearing woman like you,” Sam said.
“Anything you want, Sam…”
Sam held her head between his thighs. Suzanne closed her eyes, ready for the cumming of that sticky white fluid.
The sensation built up.
Spurt! Spurt! Semen shot out, landing on her face, dripping from forehead to cheek and to lips and mouth.
Sam’s legs went weak. He collapsed like a drunk person unable to stand.
“Oh, wow, that’s intense,” Sam said.
***
After sex, they sipped jasmine tea.
Suzanne asked, “Satisfied? Living out your fantasy with a hijab woman like me?”
Sam shook his head.
“What else?”
Sam leaned in and kissed her lips. Suzanne kissed back, their tongues tangling for five minutes.
“I want to put my dick in your mouth—that’ll satisfy me. May I?”
Suzanne smiled. “Well, what are you waiting for? Don’t hold back.”
Sam raised her arms overhead, then he fucked her mouth.
The End
