Update as promised!
I could resist Rachel no more. I picked her up and carried her onto the bed. Her shoulder straps slid off easily and I pushed her dress off her body. Her white bra and her matching panties were revealed to me when her dress dropped passed her pelvis.
She fell back, onto the bed, pulling me down by my T-shirt. I tried to take off her bra and moved my face down to kiss her boobs softly, but she pushed me away, down to where her love hole is. I could smell her juices through her lacy panties.
I wasted no time in pushing them aside and gave her clit a tentative lick. She reacted by bushing my face into her vagina. My tongue found its way to her most sensitive spots, causing her to moan uncontrollably. I could feel her tugging on the sheets as she fought to control herself on the plane.
My tongue was getting tired and I slowed, giving her a chance to take a breath and say something legible. Her first response was to beg me to penetrate her and following which, to pleasure her with my magic wand.
My Basilisk found its way into her chamber of secrets, eliciting even more moans from her. I lifted her left leg into the air and pumped her slightly sideways to stimulate her g-spot in the process, causing her to moan even louder.
Her vaginal muscles contracted, constricting my dick and making it a prisoner of Azkaban. Unlike in Harry Potter, Azkaban was not somewhere I was in a hurry to get out of. Having sex with her without a condom meant that I could feel the warmth in her pussy, compared to our air conditioned surroundings. It was definitely more comfortable (and pleasurable) to be inside Rachel.
She took my right index finger into her mouth as I pumped her in the missionary position, licking it like she would my dick. It pleasured me beyond what I ever felt before and I could hold it in no more. Not wanting to dirty my uncle’s plane, I unloaded in her with a grunt, instead of the COF I wanted to give her.
Rachel took tissues from the bedside table to clean up my cum which was slowly seeping out of her vagina. She then dug in her bag for a panty liner so that the rest of it would not flow down her legs after she wore her panties back.
I unlocked the door and helped Rachel dress up again before holding her hands and falling asleep on the plane. We were only awoken by the sounds of tires screeching as we landed in Changi Airport.
It was good to be back in Singapore again but this time, I was only staying for one night. The next morning, my extended family plus Joanne would be making our way to London on board this plane. We would stop by in Hong Kong to refuel and for my uncle and his family to make their way there on our other jet, the G6000.
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Bravo.. another brilliant update.. thanks TS..
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InnocentStar
Totally enjoy reading the story.
Thank you guys. I’m really glad that you enjoyed reading my story. I hope that the future chapters will continue to be interesting.
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lordknight
Wow what an awesome thread! Just got bored browsing around and yours was the first thread that I chose to read! I wasn’t disappointed! Bro you gotta keep writing man! Another supporter is here! 😁😁😁😁
Haha I’ll definitely finish this story at least. And I might very well have another one which I’ll start on after this one ends.
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Another supporter right here! Awesome thread, amazing storyline. Will be camping for more updates! Keep it going bro!
Thank you bro. Updates coming tonight. Regular updates can be expected again, just not every night.
On another note, I know my story might be quite long winded but I believe in filling in all the holes. I mean, there’s more to life than just sex. If there’s anything you want to know more about/ feel I’ve missed out, feel free to just let me know.
I was home by 6pm, after sending Rachel home. I went to take a bath before using Siri to call Joanne. I spoke to her at length about the trip and suggested that we go for dinner so that I could brief her about my family dynamics and let her know who was going so she wouldn’t feel so awkward the next day.
She agreed to meet and I powered up my XF for the first time in two weeks. It felt so good, watching the familiar gear knob rise from the centre console again and to hear the distant thump of my powerful 3L V6 engine in the background. I switched the radio off so that all I could hear as I drove to Joanne’s house was the magnificent sounds of that engine.
I waited in the car park under her flat, leaning against the front passenger door. She emerged soon after wearing a simple T-shirt with skinny jeans and a pair of sneakers. Seeing my beloved Joanne for the first time in two weeks felt so great – almost better than having sex with Rachel.
We bear-hugged each other like long lost lovers before I opened the door for her like a true gentleman. I sped off towards MBS and we chatted so much in the car that I was having a sore throat by the time I passed the car to the valet.
We went to CUT for dinner as I missed the food there and we were given my usual table at a discreet corner. Throughout dinner, I took in Joanne’s beauty. Her sweet looking face and her magnificent smile and her luscious long hair were so alluring that there was a huge smile on my face the whole time. Rachel was beautiful but I love Joanne. It all became clear to me even before our desserts were served. I don’t love Rachel like I love Joanne, even though there were times where I was infatuated with Rachel.
We walked hand in hand through the Shoppes after dinner, randomly popping into shops to look at a nice dress or bag on display. Joanne firmly insisted that I don’t buy her anything, no matter how much I liked some of the dresses.
We sat somewhere quiet in a non-air-conditioned part of MBS overlooking GBTB and I taught her the family structure on my paternal side. She listened surprisingly quietly and seemed to have no problem taking in all that information at once. Then again, I guess I do not have that many relatives compared to most other locals.
Joanne lay on my lap, looking at what little stars could be seen from the cloudless night while I played with her hair. After that, at midnight, I drove her safely home so that she could have an early night. We would be travelling to UK the next morning, with a stopover in HK. It was going to be a long flight.
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I like how your story does not contain only sex! I feel so drawn into your story, that in some way, I don’t want the innocence of Joanne to end! It’s like the glimmer of light in the world of sexual darkness, if u know what I mean.. Lol.. Nice story bro!
Thank you bro. I’m very humbled that you’ve decided to comment here after staying silent for so many years.
Indeed, Joanne is a though nut to crack. It remains to be seen if I ever take her virginity, or whether I give up in the process. The story isn’t set in 2012, I’m still with Joanne and she’s still a virgin.
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Was just there a few weeks ago! They’re wagyu filet mignon was definitely one of the best I’ve tried. Good stuff!
Haha everything there is good. I personally lean towards the USDA prime ribeye but I’m not going to reject their wagyu haha
Thanks guys for helping this thread hit 600,000 views!
Tried to type an update today but I’ve been struck with a terrible bout of flu and fever. Half way through the update when my headache is forcing me to bed. Sorry for the unexpected delay.
Sorry for the long delay. Finally recovered from high fever.
17 June 2012
The cars were already waiting in the driveway by the time I finished breakfast. My 2 suitcases of clothes were neatly packed into the BMW 528i and it was just waiting for my green light to go to the plane first.
A S65 AMG was also waiting in the driveway to take me to Joanne’s house. It was only 6am and the sky outside is still dark but there I was, standing on the steps leading down to the cars. I stifled a yawn and made my way down to the black Mercedes.
The powerful twin turbo engine was still rumbling in the background when I got out of the car at Joanne’s house. I could hear voices coming from Joanne’s unit when I got out of the lift and their front door was open, ready for my arrival.
The situation wasn’t as tense as when I was picking Joanne up the first time, when we went to Bali, and I was able to smile a little when entering the house. I gave her parents a few boxes of sweet treats I bought from Hong Kong, much to their delight, and her parents told me to take good care of her when we are in London. I smiled as I promised them and her whole family left their house, helping her carry her single suitcase down.
The door closed behind Joanne after she hugged her parents goodbye and we set off to Changi Airport. She still seemed to be tired as she lay sleeping on my lap on the journey to the airport.
My dad was already on the BBJ when we arrived at the CIP terminal. We were quickly whisked to the plane and were served breakfast while waiting for my uncle’s family to arrive. My mum had taken her family’s jet to London 2 days before as she had to attend a meeting there.
The flight to Hong Kong was business as usual. Joanne and I sat at the dining table watching a movie on my Vaio Z and we sipped on soft drinks. We picked up my uncle and his family (along with more fuel) before we continued on the long journey to London.
The plane was relatively empty with only 17 people inside (including crew members). My second uncle’s family consists of 4 people, my first uncle’s 7 and mine 3 (My dad, Joanne and I). Joanne and I still had the whole dining table to ourselves during the flight, except when lunch and dinner were served. We continued with the movies after lunch and finally landed in London almost 12 hours after taking off from HK and a gruelling 17 hours after take-off from Singapore.
It was around 9pm in London when we landed in London Stansted Airport. We were immediately ushered into waiting cars to be transferred to the Harrods Terminal. The airport wasn’t exactly in Central London but we had a whole fleet of vehicles waiting for us outside the terminal, waiting to take us to our hotel.
Oh my gosh! While writing the next instalment in this series, I noticed that the dates are WRONG!
It’s supposed to be 2013 instead of 2012. *Facepalm*. The corrected year will be reflected in the next update while the accurate dates (which matches the day of the week) will be corrected much later.
The fleet of 10 cars drove towards Central London via the M11. I was in a Garnet Diamler Super 8 (X358) with Joanne and our luggage split between its large boot and in one of the 3 Range Rovers my maternal family owns.
Everyone was staying in the famed Corinthia Hotel except me, who insisted that I try out the brand new (it’s only been open for a year at that time) Bulgari Hotel. My mum had warned me time and time again against that but I paid no heed to her. Besides, it would give Joanne and I more privacy since nobody would knock on our doors at night asking for things.
The XJ glided into the hotel compound silently and stopped in the porch. A porter hurried to lead us out of the car and another porter took our 3 suitcases from the boot. The hotel’s manager was waiting for me near the entrance and he led us up to the room for the check in.
We were booked into one of their Knightsbridge suites and the first impression I got at 10:30pm was that it was really small. I shudder to think how tiny the lesser rooms at the hotel were after completing the tour of the room. There were some snacks placed on the dining table for us to enjoy, along with personal touches like personalised name cards with my name printed on it, but I just got the feeling that the hotel staff were very impersonal.
Regardless, at 10:30pm, after a 17 hour flight and a 90 minute journey by car, I wasn’t about to make a fuss about the room. I signed on the bill and passed him my Visa Infinite card and sat slumped into the sofa as our butler made us tea. After I got back my card and we finished our tea, Joanne and I decided to skip the shower and head straight to bed.
18 June 2013
The bright sunlight filtered in through the windows as the blackout curtains were not closed by our butler last night. I stared at the silver clock on the bedside table and blinked before I grasped what time it was. 6am in the morning and it looked like it was 8am. I reached over and fiddled with the curtain controls for a moment before the curtains slowly slid shut and I was able to go back to sleep again.
I finally woke by myself at 9am to find that Joanne was already awake. I heard water running in the bathroom and figured that she must have been showering already. I walked into the wardrobe to find that her suitcase was open and it was obvious that someone had recently rummaged through it.
I waited for Joanne to come out of the toilet, her hair still wet, before it was my turn to go in. I took a relaxing hot water bath, enjoying the luxurious Bvlgari toiletries they provided. I contemplated trying out the bath tub and their bath salts but decided against it as my stomach rumbled. It was breakfast time!
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Wah nice update. No sex, but I’m interested to see how this trip unfolds. First with-the-family trip for Joanne! Wonder if this time round TS got score with her anot. Hahaha.
Haha thank you bro.
I walked out of the toilet, much to my relief, to find that Joanne had already ordered breakfast for us. It was almost vegetarian – no sausage, bacon etc – consisting of mostly egg, waffles, fruits and toast. Their English Breakfast Tea was good, even though I’m not a fan of it. I would very much have preferred Chinese Tea but I was in UK after all.
It was after breakfast that I had the chance to really explore our small room. It felt almost claustrophobic compared to the hotel rooms that I was used to and I really disliked the deco of the room. I called my dad, asking if it was possible to move me to a room in their hotel instead. Surprisingly, he agreed.
A butler helped us to pack our luggage before sending the suitcases down to our waiting XJ. Joanne got into the car first, taking the centre seat. I sat beside her and she grabbed my right arm with both hands, smiling at me.
The powerful car glided away from the hotel lobby towards the Corinthia and Joanne took the opportunity to rest her head on my shoulder. I turned towards her and took in the Jasmine scent of the Bulgari shampoo she used in the morning. The half an hour journey was completed with her fast asleep on my shoulder.
The General Manager of the hotel was waiting for us when our Garnet car pulled up on the road outside the hotel. It helped that my mum spent a third of the past two years staying in this hotel when she is in London for business. We were immediately whisked into our room at the top of the hotel, the check in waived as my relatives were already staying in the hotel.
There were three black boxes of chocolates in the room when we walked in. We were served hot chocolate as we waited for our butler to unpack our suitcases for us. I got a call from my mum on our room’s cordless phone.
Mum: I heard that you’ve reached the hotel. Join us for lunch later, bring Joanne. Your chauffeur knows where to go.
It wasn’t a request. It was an order. Joanne pursed her lips when I told her and she buried her face into my chest. My mum seemed to have made quite an impression the last time. I reassured her that everything would be fine while praying silently that my mum would not make things difficult for her.
I helped Joanne choose a conservative two tone collared dress from Miu Miu which she changed into before it was her turn to pick out some clothes for me. I wore a printed shirt from Versace and a pair of jeans, very casual I’m sure, for where we would probably be heading to for lunch.