At 12:30 on the dot, we were escorted into the lift by our butler and then, into our waiting Diamler. The trip took less than 20 minutes and we arrived at the restaurant. Unlike our hotel, this one actually had a proper porch area where my chauffeur could park. I knew where we were headed to the moment the car pulled up outside the hotel.
I took Joanne’s hand and gave her a light peck on her head before bringing her to a lobby which looks like it belongs to the 1940s. The double doors were opened by an attendant who immediately led us to the Table Lumiere near the middle of the room, once she checked my mum’s booking.
We were served a complementary glass of juice while waiting for my parents to arrive. My parents arrived with a sommelier and the maître d’ behind them. It turns out that my mum’s PA in London had already made our order and my mum spoke to the sommelier to pick some wines for our lunch.
We were served bread and an assortment of cheese almost immediately. I grimaced to my parent’s laughter when my mum tried to pass me a piece of bread laced with cheese. My mum was going to give up when Joanne took it from her and forced it into my mouth.
We were poured some Château Margaux to go with our appetisers. Joanne and I ordered different appetisers so that she could sample two dishes instead of one. My Lobster left her wanting for more.
I opted for Veal as my main course, which they complemented with a glass of Clos d’Ambonnay which y mum ordered. The sparkling Krug perfectly washed down the soft meat.
My parents continued to ask Joanne how we were doing and if there was anything they could do to make her feel more at home. Joanne was still visibly tensed but I could see that my parents were much more welcoming towards her this time. I could only guess at why my parents changed their mind about Joanne.
My mum offered Joanne the Macarons first when they came and let Joanne try a small piece of her strawberry tart, to my astonishment. It was a 180 degree turn from how she previously treated Joanne. I wasn’t complaining but I think my surprise was evident.
We sat in the small enclosure for a while more, finishing the two bottles of wine that were opened. I could see Joanne turn slightly red after finishing her fifth glass of Clos d’Ambonnay and I stopped her from getting a refill. That was hard, seeing that our wine manager was always stepping into the room with the bottles in hand.
Seeing that Joanne had issues walking normally, I asked for permission to take her back to our hotel instead of accompanying my parents as they went shopping. They told me to take care of her and sent us on our way.
The journey back to the hotel was much faster than I expected. Perhaps it was the direction of travel but we were in the hotel lobby in less than 15 minutes this time. Joanne was still able to walk in a straight line, provided that I held her waist and guided her along. I helped her into our room and unzipped her dress.
I found her a casual set of clothes and helped her to change into it – not before taking my time to admire her figure and black underwear. I put on some relaxing music on the Pioneer entertainment system and sat on the armchair at the foot of the bed, watching her fall asleep.
It seemed so serene, watching her sleep that I almost didn’t realise that the CD had finished playing. I reluctantly got up and walked to the small balcony outside the bedroom. I took the classical guitar sitting on the stand and started playing Beauty and the Beast.
I got bored after five songs and took out my phone. I found a few messages from my friends but my attention was on Rachel’s. It’s been almost half a day since we spoke and I was anxious to reply to her iMessage.
It was about 11pm in Singapore and Rachel was watching her favourite Anime when I sent my message. She replied quickly and we spent the next two hours talking to each other before she was tired. Rachel teased that I should rape Joanne in her sleep and I laughed, a little too loudly. I quickly got up to check that Joanne was still asleep before continuing my conversation with Rachel.
I woke Joanne at half past 5 in the afternoon so that she could take a bath and get ready for dinner with my parents. My dad had called me, telling me that my XJ would be waiting for us at 6:30 outside the hotel. Once again, I had no idea where we could be dining but I always liked a mystery.
I chose a flowery silk dress from Vivienne Tam for Joanne that night. It was a stark contrast to the simple and conservative Miu Miu dress she wore in the afternoon. Joanne was a little shy when she walked out of the toilet because the silt on the right rode so high that her panties could be seen. I laughed and threw her a pair of tanga from Top Shop, insisting that she changed into that instead.
J: Ehhh that’s for wearing in bed!
Me: Why can’t you wear that out?
J: But it’s so revealing! From the side, it looks like I’m not wearing anything. It’s just a piece of string!
Me: Who’s going to see what you’re wearing?
Joanne wasn’t too happy when she went back into the toilet to change out of her current panties. I smiled, knowing that we would have to go lingerie shopping soon. I knew exactly where to bring her.
My driver brought us to Roux at PS where we were immediately led to a private dining room where my parents were waiting for us. My mum commented that she liked the dress Joanne was wearing, making her blush slightly. I smiled, knowing that Joanne would trust my taste more in future.
Dinner was good, with Joanne wincing when I ordered a Rabbit dish. She opted to go for fish instead and refused to try my food when I offered it to her. We finished dinner with 3 scoops of ice cream each and a full stomach. My mum insisted on riding with Joanne back to the hotel, so I was forced into my parent’s green XJ instead.
Joanne seemed happy when she got out of the car behind me. She was smiling and still walking in step with my mum when we walked to the lift waiting for us. I asked her why she was so happy when we got back into our warmly lit room.
Me: Why are you so happy all of a sudden?
J: I found that your mum is quite friendly after all.
Me: Uh huh…
J: She wants to bring me shopping on Wed.
Me: And thus you’re so happy? Enjoy yourself then.
J: Hahaha no I’m happy because I thought she hates me.
19 June 2013
I woke first and roused Joanne from her slumber when my alarm rang. We were supposed to meet my parents for breakfast in their room. Joanne looked immensely cute when she woke in the morning, eyes half closed and her hair messy. I had half a mind to tell her that but decided to keep it to myself for now.
Joanne picked a simple tee and a pair of denim shorts as we were just going across the hallway. She didn’t feel the need to dress up while I decided to wear a pair of jeans instead of shorts. What I liked about Joanne’s shorts was that they were adequately short, but not so short that she’s exposing too much of her long legs. They were just right. I peeled my eyes off her bum and took her hand, walking down the stairs with her and out, to my parents’ room.
Joanne immediately commented that their suite was very feminine, which was correct because it’s the suite my mum usually chooses when she’s in London for business alone. I wonder aloud how my dad could even stand staying there for a few nights.
There was a modest breakfast spread on the table in the outdoor terrace. I was mildly surprised that it wasn’t raining that morning and we were able to enjoy the cool British weather outside. My parents casually mentioned that later that day, we would be visiting “the world’s most famous departmental store”. I doubt that claim though – there’s still Macy’s.
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Joanne looked amazing in a simple blue dress from Top Shop as we exited the hotel into our waiting XJ. We relaxed in the comfortable car while we waited for my parents to board their XJ in front of ours. The car sailed smoothly through London’s midday traffic towards Knightsbridge and we arrived at the famed departmental store in about 15 minutes.
The Harrods building was amazingly British and Joanne breathed a wow when our garnet XJ pulled up in front of the building. We were led out of our cars and whisked up to a private room inside The Penthouse. There were Laduree Macarons on the glass topped table, complements of Harrods while we waited as they brought my mum some clothes to try.
Joanne was also brought some clothes and jewellery which she tried on eagerly. She seemed shocked by the cost of the dresses she liked but my mum insisted that they be wrapped up for Joanne. We must’ve been sitting there for 2 hours when they brought us a menu from the Harrods Georgian Restaurant.
We were left alone to have our lunch while the personal shoppers went to get more items for us to try out. All four of us went for the fish which was not too bad and a glass of coke each, something different from the fine dining which we had experienced on the previous 2 days.
Joanne tried a few more skirts, which my mum insisted on buying her, before she asked if she could take the chance to explore the store since it was her first time there. I accompanied her and one of our personal shoppers brought us around the store. Our first stop was the Ice Cream Parlour where we were ushered to a quiet table against the wall. The section was closed off for us while Joanne and I had a strawberry sundae each.
Joanne took the chance to try out a few outfits from Alexander McQueen, Givenchy and a few other cheaper brands. I had all the clothes wrapped up and I too, picked up a few tees from some of the brands we dropped by.
The four of us met up at the Café Godiva for some Chocolate Fondue and Sandwiches while my dad paid for all the shopping. He had to call for a Range Rover because my mum didn’t think all our shopping today would be able to fit inside 2 Diamler Super 8’s boots.
We parted for dinner, my parents going for a dinner function while I decided to bring Joanne somewhere special for a romantic dinner. We went back to the hotel first for Joanne to rest her feet as dinner does not start so early anyway. I checked with her to make sure she’s not hungry as the clock ticked past 6:30 and we settled down on the sofa to watch half a movie on the large TV.
My phone alarm sounded softly on the glass coffee table at 7:30pm sharp. I nudged Joanne off the sofa and told her to get dressed for dinner. I picked a plain maxi dress from DKNY for her and a pair of short grey heels from D&G to complete the casual look.
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Joanne checked herself one last time in the dressing room one last time before she walked down the wooden staircase hand in hand with me. The door clicked shut behind us and we walked into the waiting lift which brought us to the lobby.
We took a short walk along the riverfront, taking in the night scene at 8pm, to the Embankment Pier. A sleek looking speedboat was waiting for us at the pier to bring us across the river to the London Eye.
We were brought up to the platform where we boarded a capsule which was pre-set for us with dinner inside. Our starters were placed on the table, with two glasses of champagne. Joanne took her seat at the table, opposite me, before the doors closed.
Joanne was wowed by the three course dinner, up till where we finished desserts and the capsule stopped at the top of the rotation. I took her hand and brought her to one corner of the capsule and positioned her such that Westminster was in view below us. She had both hands on the metal handrail while I stood behind her with both my arms around her stomach. Joanne turned to kiss me, whispering a quick thank you before turning back to take in the breath-taking view.
We finished the journey by draining our bottle of champagne and I walked her out of the capsule, steadying her. We were escorted down to where our car was waiting to send us back to our hotel.
Joanne kicked off her heels when she got into our bedroom, her face flushed from the champagne. She walked to me and removed my t-shirt, talking at the same time.
J: Not bad, you haven’t tried anything funny with me this time round.
Me: Is that supposed to be a complement?
J: Depends on how you see it?
Me: So why are you trying funny things with me now?
She pushed me away playfully, and I lay on the chaise, looking up at her. She knelt beside the chase, frenching me slowly and intimately. I lay there, enjoying myself as she took the initiative to start something sexual.
She stopped and sat on the floor, breathing hard.
J: Wei… Continue la. I’m shy…
I chuckled and took her hand, and lay her down on the bed. I got on top of her and held both her hands, straddling her legs. I lowered myself to kiss her, slowly, and lingering close to her mouth after the kiss.
I could feel her heart rate increase when I brushed my right hand over her left boob.
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I propped her up a little and slid her maxi dress up to her stomach, brushing my fingers over her pussy in the process. I could feel its dampness, so slight, yet enough that I could just feel it. She was breathing even faster by the time I was done sliding her dress up.
She was wearing a baby blue pair of panties under her black dress and I slid my index finger outside her panties a few times before I propped her butt up. I removed her panties while straddling her above her stomach, exposing her unkempt pubic hair slowly as the fabric inched down.
I let her panties dangle from her left leg and I got on all fours, crawling towards her moist love hole. Joanne covered her face with her hands as I slowly approached my target.
J: Don’t… It’s dirty.
Me: Nope, I don’t think so…
J: Don’t lick it, you won’t like it…
I spread her pussy lips gently and saw a few strands of her juice going across her pussy. I was a little put off by her pubic hair but I was so excited seeing her bare pussy for the first time that I couldn’t care less.
I stuck out my tongue and drove straight for the honey, lapping her like a dog licking its master. I had no idea how long I went on for but my neck was aching and my tongue cramping when she used both her hands to try to push my head away. My neck was too tired to resist and I retreated slightly.
J: That was better than doing it myself.
Me: I’m not done yet. Haha
J: I can’t take it anymore. Why don’t I help you instead?
My mind wondered to that morning in Bali, the pain and discomfort I felt while she tried to blow me.
Me: Ok.
I had no idea what I was thinking at that time. Perhaps I was feeling too horny to care about the pain. I just needed to cum that night.
My dearest Joanne unzipped me slowly, pausing for a moment to look at me in my eyes, as if asking if I really loved her. She must have been satisfied with the lovey gaze I gave her, as she proceeded to unbutton the single button on my jeans. I helped her remove my underwear, allowing my rod to escape from its cage.
I took a deep breath as her mouth got closer to the target.