Thanks for all your support bro. I am sorry to disappoint with the speed and content of updates. Unfortunately life is not a bed of roses.
Dinner was a simple affair. There was a wide selection of iced tropical fruits set on the large glass table for 8. Joanne and I had both ordered dinners from the hotel’s room service menu and our food arrived less than 15 minutes later, as we enjoyed our fresh Mango Juice. I tucked into my “Fresh Daily Catch” while Joanne worked her way slowly through her Chicken Fillet.
J: I think it’ll be good if you can go with me and my family to Sentosa on the last week of school holidays.
Me: What’s the point. Your family doesn’t even like me. My presence will just upset them.
J: Hey! How can you say that? You are my boyfriend!
Me: I’m speaking the truth though.
J: It’ll be good if you can integrate yourself with my family. That is the crux of the problem – you doing all these weird things.
Me: What weird things did I do this time?
J: Who flies his girlfriend by private jet to Bali for their second monthiversary? And what is this business about flying Laduree over from Paris?
Me: I’m saving airfare by flying you here by private! And the Laduree wasn’t even my idea. My mum came back from Paris last night and brought those back for your family!
The argument continued as the sky grew darker. It seemed that there would be no end to the argument unless I agreed to go with her family to Sentosa. I reluctantly conceded, hoping that it’ll satisfy her for the time being. But at that point in time, it looked like any chances of fun happening that night was gone.
We lay together, after dinner, on the sofa bed drinking sparkling grape juice from Champagne glasses. The sunset was exceptionally majestic, perhaps because the girl I love was lying next to me. The silence was blissful and I could hear the soft humming of the air conditioner in the background. That same silence was broken by two raps of the door.
I shouted across the room, “come in”, before Harold walked into the room carrying a Vaio Z. He connected it to the TV in the living room via a HDMI cable and motioned for us to go over, where he outlined our itinerary for the next day. I suggested that we could have breakfast at 9 instead of 8 so that we would have more time to sleep in. Other than that, Joanne and I gave him the green light and he left the room again.
That romantic mood set by the setting sun was lost by the time Harold left and I tried in vain to resurrect that atmosphere by playing some slow songs on the Bose iPod dock. Joanne was reading a book she brought, on her bed, and no matter how hard I tried to join her, she responded like a dead fish.
Me: Dear… Is this how we’re going to spend our 2nd monthiversary?
J: Yes, if you insist on molesting me all the time.
Speechless, I walked back into my room and went to sleep.
Just got home and I’m in the mood. So here goes:
27 May 2012
Our butler woke me up gently, 5 minutes to 8. I heard him go over to Joanne’s room to wake her up while I brushed my teeth and bathed, getting ready for the long day ahead. I wore something comfortable for our shopping trip and went out into the living room to see that Joanne had done the same. Her hair was still drying from her bath as she read The Straits Times on my iPad.
Breakfast consisted of a buffet, spread out on the glass topped dining table in our room. It had been meticulously prepared such that we had a large variety of food even on the relatively small table. There were even two choices of freshly squeezed fruit juices to choose from. Joanne and I took our food to the coffee table in front of the TV. CNN was switched on and was showing the aftermath of the Helsinki shooting while we ate our breakfast in relative silence.
The front door of our suite opened again at 9:45am and we found Harold standing at the door. I was wrong about the contents of his suitcase I guess, because he was wearing a shirt matched with a pair of dark blue Jeans and a pair of running shoes. We were finishing breakfast and he decided to wait in the vestibule for us.
Harold escorted us to the same Guardian from yesterday, waiting for us at the hotel porch. It looked out of place in the driveway surrounded by S350s and Land Cruisers. As we left the hotel, I noticed a black Land Cruiser with heavily tinted windows follow behind. We took a 45 minutes long drive to Seminyak where we were dropped off at one end, just after the traffic jams begin and three men wearing formal shirts exited the black Land Cruiser behind us.
Harold introduced them as our protection detail and guides. We walked into some of the boutiques suggested by them and I encouraged Joanne to try on and buy as many articles of clothing as she wanted to. She was fascinated by the unique designs available in the local boutiques, many of them made with silk and laces.
We were then brought to Selphie Bong where Harold had arranged an appointment with Selphie Bong herself. I was served tea and tapas while Joanne’s measurements were taken and she slowly chose from a variety of available fabrics and design. I decided to use my time more effectively by choosing several pieces of ready to wear dresses for her as well.
That turned out to be an excellent choice as Joanne asked me into the large fitting room to zip some of the dresses for her. For the first time, I saw what she wore underneath her clothes. It was like being introduced to internet pornography for the first time as I took in the lacy blue bra she wore under her casual clothes.
J: Wei, see what see? Hahaha quickly zip for me and tell me how it looks la.
I smiled sheepishly and gave my comments for the dress before unzipping it for her again. She chased me out before she would strip out of it fully and try on another dress.
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Chickon
Wa!!! Molest and play dirty with joanne already ah? Got pop cherry not?
Hahaha typing out an update now xD
Joanne had selected 6 dresses and 3 pieces of haute gowns before Harold settled the bill and we walked out from the air conditioned comfort of the boutique store. The sun shone harshly down on us and we were ushered to a back alley where the Guardian was once again waiting for us.
Harold had made a lunch reservation for us at one of the most exclusive restaurants in Bali. We were ushered into the small room and were immediately served foie gras and caviar. I invited Harold and our security detail to join us for lunch, instead of them eating at the less exclusive restaurant outside.
We were given a wine tasting with more than 30 different types of wines served, recommended depending on our food orders. We were then recommended one, from the variety we tasted, to go with what we had ordered. I ended up with a bottle of 2003 Château Mouton Rothschild to go with my Lobster dish. Joanne decided against a whole bottle for herself and chose to drink from my glass instead.
Lunch was finally done after two hours and we headed off to Kuta for more shopping. There, we found some of the more mainstream international brands and Joanne literally dived into the shops after looking at the prices there. Our 3 bodyguards were always making sure that we were not harassed by touts just outside the shopping centres as we walked along the streets. It gave Joanne and I the opportunity to look at the goods for sale in relative peace.
We were then driven to another hotel for dinner. My dad decided that we should not be eating from roadside stalls or restaurants in case of food poisoning, so hotels were our only option. This time, we had a table right by the window of the restaurant, overlooking the ocean. I had Salami Milano, a 300g cut of Bistecca Alla Fiorentina and a generous scoop of Fragola Gelato as the sun set beside us.
Harold settled the bill for us after we were done with our Gelato and escorted us back into the Guardian. Night time was when I was most appreciative of the protection the Guardian offered, as we drove past the streets of Bali. There were some parts that were deserted in the day but were plain eerie when we drove past them again at night. I deemed every passing vehicle as a threat and was very glad to arrive safely at the hotel half an hour later.
Joanne seemed more sociable when we got back into the hotel room. She initiated conversations with me and suggested we cuddle together on the sofa to play Bejewelled Blitz. She even suggested that I stick my phone onto the Bose dock and play some music while we gamed on the sofa, head leaning against each other’s.
I kissed her forehead and went to pour two glasses of Iced Green Tea for us as she continued the game. I also took the opportunity to ask our butler to set up my bed as per my instructions. Hopefully tonight would be a good night.
Sorry bros. Been busy, still busy. Here’s an update for the time being.
I lowered myself onto Joanne on the sofa bed, nose touching hers before I twisted my head just a little such that we fell into a deep kiss. We stayed there until my hands were no longer able to support my weight before breaking off from the intimate moment. I sucked in a deep breath of air before taking Joanne’s hand and pulling her into my room with me.
She saw the cliché Rose petals on the bed and broke into a giggling fit – knowing what to expect next. I pulled her onto the bed with me and held her in an embrace. I kissed her softly, breathing gently in her small cute ears. She smacked me squarely in the face with a kiss, tongue forcing itself into my mouth and my hands started roaming, into her tee shirt and unbuckling her bra. There was no resistance.
The silence was broken by the voice of Hilary Duff blaring through phone speakers. Joanne disengaged from her assault on my mouth and reached across for her phone saying “shit, my mum”.
J: Hey mum! Yes I’m fine here, very happy, it’s really fun!
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J: Yes mum we sleep in separate rooms.
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J: Yes, I’m in my room now.
She got up and left my room as she was saying that and her voice got softer until it finally faded into the distance. I sat on my bed, knowing that this was going to be another short night.
I was messaging Rachel and Natalie on my bed when Joanne finally came back into the room. She sat next to me and my hands went behind her, brushing against her bra strap. She had already clasped it back before coming into the room.
She was more hesitant as I hugged her close again, fingers moving around her back, tempted to unclasp her bra again. She tried to push me away every time I went near and I got the message after a while.
J: My mum called and reminded me not to do anything foolish while I’m here.
Me: Like?
J: Like whatever you were trying to do just now.
Me: Sleep here in my arms tonight?
J: Only if you promise not to do anything stupid.
Me: I just want to hug you to sleep…
She seemed convinced because I fell asleep that night, with her in my arms.
So I managed to push out another chapter tonight
I awoke the next morning – nope, not with our butler waking me up or the alarm sounding – to the feeling of somebody tugging my erect member. I say tugging because it is being done in a very rough and irregular manner. Thinking back, it was probably the pain from my foreskin pulling against the rest of my member which woke me up.
Me: Uhh honey, what are you doing?
J: Oh! You’re awake! Do you like it?
She flashed me her megawatt smile and I knew at that moment that I was stuck. Do I tell her that she was causing much pain or do I tell her that I was enjoying my gift?
J: Hmm darling? Enjoying it so much that you’re in a daze? Happy early 2nd monthiversary!
Me: Of course I like your present honey.
uhh but could you try to do it more gently?
J: Hmm? You don’t like fast and furious?
Me: Gently honey. It’s quite painful… But yes I enjoy it a lot honey.
This was not how I envisioned my first handjob from Joanne to be.
I stopped her before I came, telling her that I needed to use the bathroom. I looked sadly at my red member, throbbing in pain, as I stood in front of the toilet seat, unable to urinate. I waited for it to become flaccid again before I could relieve myself and think about how I should guide her in future. No more handjobs, ever – that’s for sure.
Me: Erm honey, why did you decide to be so nice this morning?
J: Because you kept your word last night and didn’t molest me.
Me: I thought that was given.
J: And I should reward you for your efforts. Why? Don’t you like it?
Me: Of course I do honey!
J: So do you want me to continue?
I felt my balls shrink as I heard that. At that moment, all I could think of is how much more painful her blowjobs would be.
Me: Maybe later honey. Breakfast is coming soon. Why don’t you go wash up and get ready for breakfast?
She left the room and I heaved a sigh of relief. At least I would have the rest of the day to coach her slowly.
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lovestobonk
hahahahah awww funny twist
she’s totally inexperienced… fail in handjob
guide her!!
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allblack
HAHAHA, I know exactly how you feel bro. Her intentions were in the right place but the execution was totally off. XD
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Spud_Boy
must be real painful…
but also brings back memories of the 1st hj & bj from the inexperienced 1st gf…
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jesus3dominguez
Hey, it’s me again.
I dropped by to take a look at the lantern this year. Not usually a sentimental person but it was pretty nostalgic when I allowed myself the liberty to take a tour of the school compound again. I made sure to pay a visit to all my secret hideouts too.
Long story short, I was thinking maybe it was time I shared my story back then too no?
Unfortunately, I’m still under moderation so it kind of cramps my style when I write really long chapters. (The last comment was my first post.) I think I will grind a bit more and get out of moderation while building a few more chapters before posting. But if you are interested, Bro BMW69, then do stay tuned! The rest as well.
tata!
one more thing. Your latest installment reminded me of the first amateur blowjob I received. It’s a bittersweet thing.
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sgm91
wa bro your story very sexciting
finished reading the whole thread in a day
Wow bros! I never expected to get so many responses to my last update. It is indeed heartwarming to see that many bros here could relate to this experience I had. This is one of the reasons why I find Joanne so special. There’s this innocence about her which I absolutely love. Thanks for your support bros!
J: Hmm darling, you want to try again or not?
Me: Err… We just had breakfast leh darling. Why don’t we take a swim in the pool first?
J: Eeyer darling you don’t want me to help you ah?
Me: Um… Can help me in the pool mah…
J: Oh yah hor! Sounds like a good idea to me.
Joanne excitedly ran off to change into her two piece swimming attire. It was not exactly a bikini but more of a bikini top and a short skirt which barely covered her perky ass. She jumped into the pool with a light splash, beaming while coming nearer to me and cuddling up with me.
I was naturally wary of her overly enthusiastic attitude but had to pretend that everything was normal and I was very happy to have her in the pool with me. Oh, if only she knew what I was really thinking.
Her wet hair rested on my shoulders for a good 15 minutes while we soaked up the morning sun and we spoke about life in general. I was lured into a false sense of security when she started tugging at the hems of my swimming trunks, struggling to make contact with my limp and scared member.
Me: Hmm dear, it seems a little hard to reach right?
J: Yeah.
Me: Why don’t we bathe and you meet me in my room after that?
J: Huh? No… why do I get the feeling that you’re avoiding me? You don’t like me is it!
Me: Huh? No, no! Nothing of that sort. Just that it is quite hard to reach right?
J: Ok lor… Let’s hope that it’s easier in your room.
I took my own sweet time showering after I left the private pool with Joanne. She must have been extremely excited because I heard 5 knocks in rapid succession while I was still lathering myself with the Reméde body soap. I called out to her, asking her to wait for me to be done and cut my shower short. I prepared myself for the eventual torture that I knew was coming my way and dried myself with the large fluffy hotel towel.
I slid open the heavy wooden door to find Joanne dressed in nothing but her favourite lingerie, waiting for me on the bed. Her legs were curled together like a mermaid’s and her long hair was still wet from her shower. In her haste, she must not have had time to dry them before rushing into my room. I noticed that my room door was already locked before climbing onto the large wooden bed with her.
She undid the single towel that separated my member from her and slowly touched it hesitantly. Much to my horror, my member slowly rose from its sleeping state in response to her gentle touch.
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gotnotime
To our horror, she hasn’t learnt how to give a proper hj :O
Hahaha she hasn’t meh? Gently stroking leh.
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allblack
HAHAHAHAHAH. Oh this brings back so many memories.
Haha we were young once. Good to relieve those memories from time to time hahaha.
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henabi
much to our horror… your member has a dark side. he.loves to be tormented lolx
Hahaha no la that’s why it’s limp and scared lol.
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greatdrakgd
very good story, waiting for the next instalment!
Haha it’s here! Sorry. I typed it out a few days back but didn’t save. Had no time to re-write it until now. Besides, it’s rather depressing.