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noobgunZ
Hello ts, been a long time since I drop by, hope you are well and still updating. Joanne part is a bit too slow for me I do hope you have some discreet moment with rachel along it
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Will catch up if you have updated. Take care.
Will try to fast forward a bit. But not everything happen quickly in real life
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allblack
Welcome back!
Thank you. Was afraid that nobody would read this anymore haha since I haven’t updated in a really long while.
We waited for half an hour before I dared to sneak out from our hiding place. I took a quick walk around the garage to make sure that we were not being ambushed before opening the side door quickly to look out at the porch outside. There was a furry of activity outside as everyone boarded the fleet of waiting XJs.
They must’ve spent the last 20 minutes or so looking for us before giving up and decided to go ahead without us. I allowed a smile to creep onto my face as I watched the cars drive out of the compound. There was one last XJ there after they have all left, waiting to take Joanne and me to the art gallery if we ever surfaced.
I went back to the garage to tell Joanne the good news and bad news. The bad news was, we probably had to drive a car from inside the garage. And we were being hunted.
I went back to the key box and decided that if I was driving the car myself, it might as well be one of the Lamborghinis in the garage. I took the keys to a Murciélago Roadster even though it looked dated next to the LP700 parked beside it. At least it would not be so bad when I crash it - which I was so sure that I would.
Joanne and I wore our shoes before climbing into the convertible as quietly as we could. I took a risk by opening the garage doors first before starting the howling V12 engine, hoping that the doors opening would attract less attention than the car’s engine. I was right.
My chauffeur ran towards the garage when he heard the loud howl of the V12 starting up but I quickly put it into first gear and nudged the accelerator. The car jerked forwards before stalling. Semi-Automatics are not supposed to be this difficult to drive…
I turned the key to start it again, cursing that a car costing this much doesn’t even have keyless start. This time, I pushed my foot down harder and the car accelerated out of the garage, speeding away from my pursuer.
I decided to drive around aimlessly, unsure of where to go. Joanne suggested that we went deeper into the countryside and look for a nice grass patch. She wanted a picnic lunch. I happily obliged and drove to the town centre where she picked out some ham and English pastries and a really cute picnic basket that looks like it just came out of a children’s book.
We had a nice lunch and decided to lay down on the large grass patch to look at the sky when I noticed the grey clouds approaching. The roadster’s roof was off when I took the car and I didn’t bring it along with me in the storage bay. We would be caught in the rain if it rained.
I took Joanne’s hand and ran towards the car. Quickly starting the engine, I reversed it out of the parking lot and stomped on the accelerator. Joanne choked a scream as we shot down the narrow winding roads at unsafe speeds.
Sorry bros. Have been overseas and all. Merry Christmas!
We got back to the mansion just before it started to rain. My butler was not happy to find out that we went out with the Lamborghini without informing him and threatened to tell my parents about it. Joanne on the other hand, was unhappy with my supposed unsafe driving.
23 June 2013
We woke up at 6am in the morning to prepare for the long journey to the airport and then back home. We sat in the back of the Daimler for the last time with piping hot tea in the cup holders for Joanne and me and set off for the airport.
Resting my head on the comfortable headrests, I wonder why there aren’t more Daimlers in Singapore. It was not long before my thoughts drifted to Rachel and what she was doing back in Singapore. It was a while since we were intimate. I was starting to miss her.
I could not risk sending her a message with Joanne next to me, so I resorted to playing back one of the encounters we had in Hong Kong and how she teased me in our hotel room. It was not long before we arrived in the airport.
Both of the private jets were waiting for us on the tarmac. My parents opted to take my mum’s G6000 and head straight back to Singapore while a few of us were taking the other jet to Hong Kong before going back to Singapore. I nudged Joanne and convinced her to stay a night in Hong Kong with me before returning to Singapore.
We arrived in Hong Kong at 5 in the morning, without having slept on the flight. I stretched, bumping into Joanne’s boob accidentally while waiting for the immigration personnel to stamp our passports. My dragon stirred, as I thought about how soft and supple her boob felt. I needed release and fast.
A few cars were waiting for us on the tarmac as we exited the plane. Joanne and I were ushered into a waiting Maybach, the same one I used a week ago, and driven quickly out of the airport. I breathed in the smell of the leather and the faint smell of perfume in the car and more memories of Rachel rushed back into my mind.
It was hard to concentrate while on the way to the hotel. Joanne was talking non-stop about something nugatory and I occasionally answered her with a stray “yup” or “mm”. I guess she must have figured that my mind was somewhere else because she eventually left me to my thoughts.
It did not help that we were ushered to the same room Rachel and I had when we stayed in Hong Kong two weeks ago when I was working for my uncle. When I looked at the couch and the movie room and even the bedroom, all I could think of was all the naughty things Rachel and I did previously.
I wanted to lock our bedroom door and force Joanne onto the bed and rip out her underwear. I wanted so bad, to have sex with Joanne right there and then. I left her in the terrace of the suite to enjoy the views of Victoria harbour while I ran into the dressing room where our luggage was placed.
I hastily opened the suitcase containing Joanne’s socks, which I swapped with her in London and took out the bag with the treasure. I could hardly contain myself as I walked into the opulent cloakroom and stayed in there for 20 minutes.
I’m surprised and glad that people are still reading this thread. I’m trying to finish the whole story before posting it so that it won’t be stuck again. I’ve been busy recently and have about 10 more chapters to write. I hope that I’ll have the time to devote to writing again soon.
So my 10 more chapters turned out to be much more than that. However, updates on National Day as promised. I have included some photos for your enjoyment. I hope that I will not disappoint.
I wish everyone a very sexciting SG50!
I was going to release my load when I heard a knock on the door.
J: Hey, is everything alright? You’ve been inside for quite long.
Me: Yeah sorry. Fell asleep on the bog just now. What time is it?
J: 7am.
Me: Ok, go take a look at the room service menu and see what you want for breakfast. I’ll come out after taking a shower to refresh myself.
I went harder and faster, having bought myself a little time before I had to vacate the toilet. I shot my load into the toilet bowl seconds later. It felt so good releasing after a few days and I went into the shower a happy man.
Joanne was waiting with the tablet, at the room service page. She already knew what she wanted for breakfast but was waiting for me to order for her because of the higher than usual prices. She tried to bug me to take her out for breakfast but I was so tired after the long flight that all I wanted to do was to have breakfast in the room and take a nap.
Joanne was still wide awake after we were done with breakfast and decided to visit the hotel pool while I took a nap. I took the opportunity to sneak a message to Rachel, telling her that I would be coming back to Singapore the next day. She immediately asked if I wanted to meet after school, saying that she missed having a dick in her. I grinned to myself and went to sleep without replying her.
I woke up shortly after lunch time and found Joanne watching TV in the living area of our hotel suite. I decided to call for our Maybach to bring us to Mong Kok for lunch. I suggested that we go to Ming Court for a late lunch but Joanne insisted that we walked around and have lunch at a street side store instead.
We walked into a restaurant near the main street and made our orders. I ordered some simple Hong Kong dishes while Joanne decided on a bowl of congee. I took out my phone to check my messages and was in the midst of replying Rachel when the food finally came. I couldn’t resist the urge to take a photo of Joanne before she tucked into her delicious smelling congee.
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We left the restaurant quickly after lunch so that Joanne could do some shopping in Hong Kong. She took her time picking out clothes in Esprit and H&M while I excused myself and made my way to Chow Tai Fook to get the girls a small gift. I bought Rachel an ornate pendant earring and a small diamond necklace for Joanne.
I called for the car again to bring us back to the hotel an hour before dinner and our chauffeur suggested we take a stroll at the Avenue of Stars while there was still light. Joanne was delighted and took photos with some of the stars’ handprints and some of the sculptures on permanent display by the bay.
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The sun was setting by the time we walked to the other end of the Avenue and I brought her onto the overhead bridge to watch the sun set. We linked arms with each other and she lay on my shoulders while the cars passed underneath the bridge. It seemed then that the rest of the world did not matter.
24 June 2012
I woke up in bed, totally nude from waist down. Joanne’s hand was on my neck and I rolled away from her on the King sized bed. I found my shorts and underwear on the floor and decided to take a quick shower before waking her up.
I got another hard on in the shower recounting the blowjob I got from Joanne the night before. She seemed to be more willing to give head nowadays and I felt that I could probably try for something more.
We spent another few hours in Tsim Sha Tsui, walking from our hotel to the harbour and back, before we had to check out of our hotel and head back to Singapore. We were on the way back to the hotel when it started raining heavily. Joanne wanted to run the last 500m or so back to the hotel but I decided against it as school was resuming the next day.
I called our chauffeur to pick us up from Harbour City where we were finding refuge from the rain. I then dragged Joanne to the TUMI on level 2 to purchase a small luggage bag for all of our shopping done in Hong Kong.
We were on the way to the airport when I received a message from our chauffeur telling me that we had been booked on a commercial flight back to Singapore instead and that our tickets were with him. He dropped us off near the Singapore Airlines check in counter and helped us with our bags. It had been a while since I needed to push my own trolley.
We checked in at the counter and went through security and customs before heading to the SilverKris Lounge on the sixth floor to get a quick drink before our flight. To our dismay, Joanne had to use the lavatory and was told that there wasn’t one in the lounge. I decided that she should just use the one on the plane since we were told that we were the only passengers in Suites on that flight.
We landed in Singapore at around 7pm. Joanne and I spent most of the flight snuggling together in my “room” and even had dinner together. The flight attendants were more than happy to put our food together so we could have our main course from the same plate. I sent Joanne home, where most of her luggage had already arrived 2 days ago, and gave her a peck on her cheek, promising to see her in school the next day.
20 July 2012
I walked to my uncle’s house after school as usual and picked up my Jaguar from his garage. I left to pick Rachel up from school after I finished a glass of iced water. Joanne was staying back after school to complete her PW as she was a year younger than Rachel and I.
Rachel was dressed in her fac tee and a curved cut pair of FBT shorts, showing off her sexy long legs as she slid gracefully into my car and dumping her school bag in the back seats. I started the car and drove towards our favourite burger joint about 10 minutes away from school.
I watched in the corner of my eye as Rachel swept her long hair back and wiped away beads of perspiration from her forehead. I instinctively reached over to increase the air conditioning’s fan speed so that it would be cooler for her. She reached forwards at the same time and our fingers touched. Who knew, the brief contact would prove to set off a chain of events which would lead to an ultimate ending that night.
We both agreed the day after I came back from London that we were going to abstain from having sex until after our A levels. We had about 4 months to study for it at that time and both Rachel and I wanted to dedicate as much time as possible to our studies, instead of fucking each other silly every time we hung out.
It seemed like a good choice when we made that pact but a few weeks on, we were both as horny as jackrabbits and were probably willing to have sex with anything we could get our hands on.
I asked Rachel to stay in the car after I parked it outside a landed property near the burger joint. She was relaxing in her seat when I popped open the door for her and held out my hand to help her out of the car. She was withdrawing her hand from mine when I decided to take the chance to reach forward and kiss her slim, sexy fingers.
She gasped at the gesture, pulling her fingers away from me.
R: Don’t be naughty. Remember our promise.
Me: It’s just a kiss. Do you trust yourself that little?
She did not reply to that but I knew that somewhere within her, her resolve is fading.
We finished our burger and decided to study at my house because the Starbucks nearby was full. The Starbucks was where we used to hang out after school and images of her flashing her panties at me last time were rushing back into my head. In turn, that sent blood rushing to my small head.
I could hardly drive back home with Rachel in the passenger seat. We made small talk in the car, nothing suggestive, but I was still unable to get my member to deflate no matter how hard I tried. I resorted to driving back as fast as possible so that I could douse the flames with cold water before Rachel noticed the bulge in my pants.
Alas, all my efforts were in vain. Rachel walked up the steps to my house in front of me. Her shorter-than-allowed school skirt tempted me real bad. She would have exposed her panties if not for the fact that her bag was pushing her skirt down.
I would hardly tear my eyes off her as she removed her school shoes and walked into my house with her white ankle socks still on. Rachel, in my house, wearing her school uniform and socks was too much for me to bear. She then teased me further (probably not intentionally) by removing her school socks in the living room and leaving them near the front door.
I resisted the urge to excuse myself to the toilet and was duly rewarded. We studied hard (no pun intended) in my bedroom for two hours until both of us were so tired that we were almost falling asleep on our books.
R: Can I stay the night? I’m so tired I don’t even want to go home anymore.
Me: Err sure. But do you have any clothes to change out of?
R: I can just borrow one of your school-based T-Shirt I guess. They’re unisex anyway. I’ll just change into that after bathing.
Me: And no pants?
R: I can wear my school skirt to sleep can’t I?
I was delighted that Rachel was staying the night. I decided to put her up in one of the guest rooms in my house, thinking that I could sneak in to get some pics at night while she slept in her school skirt. I had spare keys to all the rooms in my house even if she decided to lock the door.
Me: I’ll get my maid to prepare a guest room for you then. You can bathe and change there.
R: I’ll just sleep here. Your bed is big enough for two, right?
I was full on hard when she said that. I was almost confident that I would have my way with her tonight. There was only the issue of the agreement we had standing in my way.
Rachel walked into my wardrobe after that and took a towel before heading towards the ensuite bathroom. I heard the shower start and sat on my recliner, plotting my next move.
I could not think of anything without jeopardising my friendship with Rachel and destroying the trust she had in me. I wanted to run to the living room downstairs where she left her socks and sniff them while I rub myself off. I would probably have had to do it in the common toilet in the living room in case my maid was still awake. After all, it was only 11pm.
I opened my room door to go out when I heard the shower stop. Fearing that Rachel would find me missing if she was done, I decided to postpone my adventure to after she was asleep. I felt my hard on shrink as I walked back to bed.
I had just plonked myself onto the bed when the bathroom door opened, as if on cue. Rachel walked out with her hair still wet from the shower, wearing my white school PE tee and her school skirt. Her nipples were poking out from the shirt due to the cold conditioned air in my room. In her hands were her black bra and thong she wore to school.
R: I’ll need to have these washed. Can you pass them to your maid for me while I dry my hair?
I tried not to look stupid with my mouth gaping open as I took the undergarments from her.
I waited until I was downstairs before I finally put her thongs up to my nose to sniff it. It smelled exactly like I remembered but was no longer warm. And yes, for the record, Rachel wore a pair of thongs to school without wearing safety shorts to protect herself. And yes, there was a wet patch where her crotch was.
I could not do anything to her undergarments as it would take suspiciously long. I reluctantly handed them over to my maid and instructed her to wash them tonight as Rachel needed them by the next morning.
I ran back up to my room and found Rachel lying in my bed with her short school skirt hiked up to her butt. She was lying on her side, facing away from the door, reading her notes. I guess I took longer than I thought I did.
I walked towards the bed and was suddenly hit by a thought. I recoiled, remembering that Rachel was not wearing panties under her skirt. Her bare butt greeted me as I walked to the other side of the bed. My eyes were affixed to the small gap between her skirt and her legs, trying to catch a glimpse of the prize but I could not see it.
R: Are you done trying to stare up my skirt? Don’t think I cannot see what you’re doing.
Me: Umm…
R: You know, you can just tell me if you want to see my pussy…
I stared at her, mouth agape for the second time that night, as she rolled onto her back and separating her legs in the process. Her shaven abalone was staring at me right in the face. I felt my legs go weak as I collapsed onto my bed in front of her snatch.
Rachel could barely contain her laughter as she closed her legs again, blocking the prize from view. I rolled to my side of the bed in resignation. The prize was so close yet so far. I lay on the bed facing upwards, thinking if I should go to bathe, when I felt a hand touch my crotch from outside my school pants.
R: Somebody’s hard.
Me: Yeah. I’m so hard all because of you.
R: I didn’t say you are the somebody.
I gave her the -.- face and got off my bed. I was exercising all my self-control not to rape her on the spot. I walked towards my walk-in cabinet when I realised that Rachel had spread her legs open again and was fingering herself with her right hand.
I wasted no time in getting naked and getting back onto my bed, beside her.
R: Why are you naked? We’re not supposed to be having sex before A’s remember?
She gave the tip of my hard rod a flick with her finger as she said that. I responded by reaching into her brown school skirt and sticking my index finger into her already wet pussy.
Me: We’re not going to have sex. I’m just going to finger you with my dick.
R: Nooo…
Me: Do you want me to stop then?
R: NO! I want you to fuck me.
I rolled on top of her immediately and got into push up position. I held my member between the juicy folds of her nubile pussy lips and inserted it slowly. Rachel emitted a slight gasp as the full length of my tool found its way inside her. The warmth of her cave was a nice change from the cold conditioned air which was blowing at my tool before that.
We fucked for 5 minutes in the missionary position before my arms started to ache. That’s what not having sex for 2 weeks does to your stamina. I rolled onto the bed and motioned for her to get on top of me. She obliged and took the opportunity to remove my PE shirt. Her small but firm boobs danced along with her body as she rocked up and down on top of me.
I stared at her, enjoying the session, never wanting it to end. I had no idea when would be the next time that we could have sex again. Nevertheless, the familiar sensation was building up and I had no choice but to ask Rachel to kneel on the floor where I shot my entire load all over her face.
Rachel went to bathe one more time to wash my cum from her hair and face while I went to check on her underwear which were still in the dryer.
Is anybody interested in the pair of black underwear Rachel was wearing 2 posts ago? It’s a thong (not G-string. There’s more material than G-string.).