Me: That feels good darling. Can you lick it with your tongue like you’d lick an ice cream?
J: No… That’s dirty.
Me: But I bathed just now.
J: No!
I gently pushed her head down towards my hard member but was met with fierce resistance from her. She was determined not to suck me. I held my ground for a little longer before letting her head go. By then, she had already stopped caressing my member and ran off when my grip loosened. I heard her room door slam shut a moment later and I lay on my bed sighing.
Lunch time was equally bad. I had lunch on the magnificent dining table in the living room while Joanne insisted on having her lunch in her room. I can’t blame her for not wanting to see me I guess. She was just avoiding an argument. Perhaps we could try again tomorrow morning before out flight at 3pm.
I went back into my room and started watching a movie on my iPad when I was disturbed by a knock on the door. I excitedly said “come in”, thinking that it would be Joanne at last. Alas, it was not to be. Harold walked into my room holding his iPhone in his outstretched hand. Call from my parents.
Me: Hello daddy?
D: I’ve scheduled for you to fly back at 9:30am instead tomorrow.
Me: But why! Wasn’t my flight at 3?
D: Your cousin is coming to visit from Hong Kong before she brings you there next week. I want you to be a good host and pick her up from the airport. Her flight lands at noon.
Me: What! Can’t Alfred or someone else do it?
D: I’ll have another car at the airport waiting to send Joanne home. You just take care of your cousin.
I heard the phone go silent at the other end and I knew it was pointless to argue with my dad. Whatever he says goes. I waited for Harold to leave the room before I collapsed onto my bed, beaten and defeated. There goes all my chances of any fun happening with Joanne the next morning before we had to pack and check out for out flight.
Even though Joanne was just in the next room, I dropped her a SMS from my shiny black 4S, telling her of the change in flight timings. Nevertheless, I was determined to send her home from the airport instead of heading to Changi to pick my cousin up. There must be a way.
The rest of the day was spent in solidarity silence with Joanne. I felt increasingly detached from her as the day grew on and I no longer cared about sending her home the next day, by the time it was night. We had dinner in our own rooms, I couldn’t be bothered to go out anymore and I fell asleep that night messaging Rachel and Natalie.
Well, I lost my own thread haha 4 pages in probably means that I should be updating more often. Sorry, have been flying around a lot due to work. Finally had the time to sit down and write the last chapter of a very depressing episode.
I awoke the next morning to find Joanne snuggled on the bed by my side. She was still sleeping peacefully when my eyelids opened. I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t still asleep and dreaming. I slid off my bed as slowly as possible so as not to wake her up and covered her with the thick quilt cover again before walking into the bathroom to wash up.
Harold was waiting in the living room when I opened the door and walked out. He was dressed formally again in a suit and pointed me to the breakfast spread on the glass dining table. I walked back into the room to wake Joanne up and checked my phone to find messages from another of my dad’s PA. Apparently they needed Joanne’s address to send her home.
I ignored that SMS and waited for Joanne to come out of the bathroom before enjoying a leisurely breakfast with her while the hotel butler packed our belongings into our suitcase. By 8:30am we were done with breakfast and were in the car by 9. Our luggage had been loaded in the boot of the black Guardian and we set off towards the airport, towards the end of our short getaway.
Joanne held my hands tightly and lay on my shoulder throughout the trip to the airport. The limousine soaked up the bumps on the road really well and we listened to Vivaldi, reminiscent of the day that we got together.
The flight back to Singapore was pretty uneventful. Joanne and I used the time to talk to each other in hushed tones about the past few nights and agreed that we wouldn’t do anything of that sort for a little while longer. Perhaps 2 months was still too early in the game.
We landed in Seletar just past noon and indeed, there were two chauffeured cars waiting for us in the driveway. Security was tighter than when we left Singapore and we actually had to go through security clearance before we were allowed out of the terminal. I very unwillingly bade goodbye to Joanne as I received a call from my dad telling me that my cousin’s flight was almost touching down in Singapore.
Joanne took the S65 home while Harold accompanied me in the Phantom driven by Alfred. I arrived at the CIP terminal in less than 20 minutes thanks to the smooth traffic on TPE, and because of the complete lack of traffic police officers.
I made use of the completely rubbish toilets in the CIP terminal to change into a more formal set of clothes and settled myself in one of their private rooms while waiting for my cousin to arrive. I didn’t have to wait long as a light knock on the door indicated that she had arrived.
I walked out to greet her as she was getting her passport stamped before we were walked back to the front entrance where Alfred was still waiting with the Phantom.
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Sgtwert
test test. how come cannot go to page 33 leh
Hmm think it’s a bug with the forum. Page 33 doesn’t exist I think lol happens at times.
Here is a short introduction of my relatives in Hong Kong. My eldest uncle and his wife moved there to take care of the family business in the 1970s. Together, they have 4 children (my cousins).
Da Shu (Eldest Uncle in Chinese)
Da Shen (Eldest Aunt)
Darren (My eldest cousin there)
Nicole (My second eldest cousin)
Jessica (My third eldest cousin)
Clarissa (My youngest cousin)
Ai yah. Missed post 1888 accidentally. HUAT AH!
Clarissa slid into the Phantom with much grace while her two suitcases were packed into the back of the Phantom. I tried to make small talk with her with not much success as we rarely saw each other. I did find out that she was here to visit an art exhibit hosted in a private gallery but not much else before the car started moving again.
Alfred sent her to my Second Uncle’s house in Bukit Timah and I waited till she got off the car before daring to take out my phone again. That was how intimidating her presence was, or perhaps it was due to me not being used to having her or her family in Singapore.
I told Alfred to send me home, less than 10 minutes’ drive away from my uncle’s house and I took a bath before reading my messages. Yup, Joanne had got home safely and was wondering why I wasn’t replying. What caught my eye though was a message from Rachel asking what to bring. I grinned widely and typed out a reply. 3 more days till we were departing Singapore.
I was about to sink into my bed for an afternoon nap when my ringtone filled the room.
D: Who are you bringing to Hong Kong? Can you bring her home for dinner either tonight or tomorrow?
Me: I’m bringing Rachel… You know her right?
D: Yes but your mum and I still want to see her first. If she’s not up to par, Candice will go with you instead.
That got my attention. I sat up straight on the bed. I was not going to let my parents ruin the fun I was going to have with Rachel while I was in HK. Was I? I think Rachel knew how to eat, sit, stand, walk, talk etc. She probably has been to as many etiquette lessons as I have. She should be able to pass my parents’ test right? How terrible it would be if Candice was going with me at the last moment. My parents could be using this as an opportunity to stop Rachel from going.
Nonetheless, I had to tell Rachel my parents wanted to see her. If she doesn’t meet my parents for dinner, there would be no chance of her going at all. Maybe there is a slim chance if she met my parents? It was with those thoughts still lingering in my mind that I drove out of my house later that evening to pick up Rachel.
I arrived at her house less than 15 minutes later and once again, recognised the Audis and BMWs parked outside her gate. The car occupying her driveway today was a Boxter. Not bad. I leaned back in my seat with music playing through my B&W speakers, reminiscing about the past we shared till she finally appeared through the gate.
Rachel was dressed to kill. She was wearing a black gown with a matching black shawl covering her low cleavage and strutting black stilettos at least 4” tall. The sight of her walking to me wearing that made me almost jump out of the car to open the door for her. It made me sit up straight in my seat at least.
Sorry guys. Been extremely busy working the past week. Will update as soon as I can. Probably today or tomorrow.
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yannekudasai
How abt replying my PM bro?
Haven’t I already replied your email?
Rachel was still the tease she was from a year back, even when she was not drunk. While I drove on ECP, she caressed me from outside my tight AJ jeans until I had to stop her. At this rate I was probably going to end up hitting a car from either lane beside me.
The powerful XF glided through the little bumps on the road till I slowed to a stop outside my parents’ house. I waited as the magnificent handmade wrought iron gates swung open automatically before applying force on the throttle as I turned into the compound.
My parents were already waiting for me – I could tell from the huge S65 parked in the compound. I stopped at the porch and let Rachel out from the passenger side door. The front door to the mammoth mansion was already opened by one of the maids – alerted from the sound of the main gate opening – ready to welcome the two of us into the house.
I took Rachel’s hand and walked her up the marble steps and we both slipped off our shoes at the top before stepping onto the cool marble floor. Rachel maintained her cool composure better than I did as we walked towards my parents, lounging on the massive sofas in the living room.
Rachel and my parents exchanged the usual pleasantries before heading towards the dining room for lunch. Rachel surpassed even my wildest thoughts by pulling out a chair for my father, faster than the maid could do it. Throughout the entire lunch, Rachel was always polite, respectful and exceeding my expectations. There was no doubt she was getting into my parents’ good books without seeming like she was sucking up to them.
My parents called me into the vast garden after lunch to inform me that Rachel was allowed to go to HK with me. They were impressed with the way she carried herself and praised her character and upbringing. If only they knew of her flaws - but they don’t have to and I’m not about to tell them.
I was jubilant as I walked back into the air conditioned house where Rachel was waiting in the study, admiring my limited edition model of the F10. Keeping mum, I dragged her out of the house, as if I was unhappy with her performance, and shoved her lightly into my car. I was silent till we were driving along Old Airport Road.
Me: Want to know what my parents thought about you?
R: Uh… Uhhuh…
Me: Well… You’re going to have to blow me first.
Rachel nodded and bit her lips timidly as I sped up, driving towards Orchard Road.
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InNeedOfSex
Wow bro. Sorry to hear that. Plz get well soon n rest more my friend. Take care
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yannekudasai
My bad. I checked here first before checking my email. Sorry to hear you are unwell. Please get well soon.
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SpeedRacer
Get well soon bro.. Waiting for more chapters after you recover
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zeroduero
woah take care bro and hope you get well soon. Don’t worry about updates. Recovery is more important!
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eeemen
Speedy recovery bro, and looking forward to your next updates when you can, cheers, ………………..
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Lanjiao101
Keep going bro.
Thank you all for the support you’ve given to tide me through these tough times. I’ve recovered and have been busy with work these few days. The speed of updates these past while has been unacceptable and daily updates will resume.
I swung the large car into the driveway to Goodwood Park Hotel about 10 minutes later and walked out of the car with Rachel. The valet took my car as I was greeted by the manager near the door and he walked us to my room for the check in. The folio with my room details was already in hand when we walked through the front door of the hotel.
We were led to a rather small but cosy room in the older wing and Rachel immediately sat down crossed-legged on the floral sofa in the living room. I signed my name, completing the check-in just in time for our welcome fruit platter to be brought into the room. Very happily, they remembered I like my fruits cut and served chilled, along with a small bowl of warm melted chocolate.
Rachel and I were alone in the room after the manager and the server left. Rachel bolted the door for extra security and closed the blackout curtains before giving me the strip-tease of a lifetime.
With a twirl, she removed her LV shawl from where it covered her arms and chest. In another quick motion, she sent it flying towards me. Just when I thought I caught it, she took a few steps back and tugged on it, and I realise she still had a grip on her shawl. She spun towards me, so gracefully that it would do a real ballerina proud, pulling on the shawl as she spun and wrapping it loosely around her body.
Her Versace gown was held on by the medusa clip on her right shoulder, which she unclipped, allowing the viscose gown to slip off her body. She bit her lips sexily as she turned around, unclipping her black Versace push up bra before thrusting her butt at me and letting the bra fall off from her shoulders as she bent forwards.
Lastly, she turned back to face me. She stepped off her black stilettos, revealing once again, the silver Versace label on the black background, before taking two steps to be right in front of my face as I stayed seated on the two-seater sofa.
R: Take off my panties. I know you want to.
Already madly aroused by Rachel’s striptease, I wasted no time in pulling her Versace V-String down her legs. The soft statin material only made it easier for me as it slid down her legs effortlessly, once I overcame the initial resistance.
That was it. The striptease was done, her bare, waxed pussy had been exposed and she left. I sat there, taking in large gulps of air after realising that I had been holding my breath, while she walked off to the bedroom.