Throughout the half an hour journey to the airport, the 4 of us made small talk in the limo. There were times where Rachel and I shared my pair of earphones, listening to our favourite Linkin Park music. Yes, Rachel was a girl who liked Linkin Park.
We ate our last meal in Los Angeles in relative silence. Our teachers told us to hurry so that we have time to shop in the DFS.
We finished our lunch and went to immigration. Security was rather tight in LAX, unsurprisingly. Rachel and I were quiet throughout the whole time. Would we leave LA with issues still unsolved or will we solve everything before we board the plane? Would whatever happen in LA stay in LA, or would we continue in Singapore?
Despite everything that happened in LA, Rachel and I were still not officially together. Heck, we didn’t even tell each other “I love you”. I wondered if it was love or was it just an overseas fling. I could see the uneasiness in Rachel’s face as we moved forwards in the queue for security checks.
I came to a conclusion by the time I passed immigration.
We were given some alone time when our teachers went shopping. Rachel and I shopped together, buying some last minute gifts for classmates and friends. We realised that we didn’t buy anything for them in the week we spent in LA.
Me: Erm, so what are we?
Rach: Hmm?
Me: Are we a couple or…
Rach: I don’t know. You tell me?
Me: I…
Rach: I’ll think about it. Does it really matter?
She walked off to pay for the boxes of chocolates she was holding, leaving me to stammer by the magazine rack. I stared at the magazines, wondering what Rachel meant. Perhaps I was thinking too much. Nonetheless, I could not shake off the feeling that Rachel was avoiding a relationship.
We boarded the plane and Rachel still hasn’t given me an answer. She sat next to me, at the window seat, 7 rows behind our teachers on the surprisingly full A380.
I guess we would have the rest of the trip to work things out.
Thanks for your encouragement bro. Double doses today
The large woman sitting next to me moved to another seat on the plane and the aisle seat was empty on the flight to Narita. Nevertheless, I still chose to sit next to Rachel. I couldn’t help but feel that this all would end when we touched down in Singapore. I wanted to be as close to Rachel as possible for the last 20 hours or so.
We started off by playing battleships on the slow and laggy In Flight Entertainment system. Thankful that our teachers were far ahead, we fed each other food while re-watching a movie on the IFE.
I once again took out my trusty Fujitsu SH to allow Rachel and I to watch America’s Next Top Model. We shared my earphones again and Rachel lay on my shoulders sweetly while we watched the beautiful models do their shoots.
Halfway through our third episode the lights were dimmed and it was only then that we realised how much time had passed. I wished that we would always be this happy and that nothing would change when we got back to Singapore.
We were seated right at the back of the lower deck, right in front of the toilet. If we stood up, we had a great view of the entire back section and could see if any of the IFE screens were on. A few episodes later, Rachel went to the toilet.
Rachel came back from the toilet and nudged me.
Rach: The whole section is asleep leh. Want to have some fun?
Me: Huh? Go disturb people ah? Hahaha
Rach: If you want… But I was talking about the other type of fun.
Me: Huh the toilets are very small leh…
Rach: Can fit 2 what…
Me: I could barely fit inside how to fit 2?
Rach: Come I show you…
I got up from my seat and closed my laptop wondering what Rachel was talking about. She led me to the toilet on the left of the plane and I realised that it was quite a bit bigger than the other one. Unfair.
Since we were already in the toilet, Rachel took the liberty to lock the door.
Me: What if someone catches us?
Rach: Who would catch us at this hour lol.
Me: Um… I
Before I could finish my sentence, Rachel got down into an awkward position in front of the toilet seat. Both her legs were cramped behind her as she unbuckled my black leather Pierre Cardin belt and unbuttoned my Levis 511 Jeans. I felt my black CK underwear being pulled to below my knees as Rachel grabbed my member gently.
My bro was already alive when she licked it tentatively, coating it with copious amounts of her saliva. She put my bro into her mouth prematurely and I let out a gasp of pain as I felt her lips push against my dry member.
She deep throated it to get more saliva out and spread it evenly with her tongue. I felt a sudden surge in the amount of precum I was releasing as she continued to blow me, taking in almost every inch of my bro.
I guided her hands to fiddle with my balls as she sucked, giving me pleasure almost beyond description. The only thing better that I felt was my bro inside her tight love hole. The plane juddered as we hit a small patch of turbulent air but we didn’t hear the seat belt signs come on. I grew a little soft worrying about the turbulence but Rachel was quickly able to coax my bro back to life.
I felt myself going to cum and pulled out of Rachel quickly. The little water that came out of the taps would not be enough for her to rinse the taste of my cum out of her mouth. Besides, there was a sign warning us that the water was not for human consumption.
Me: Erm where can I cum?
Rach: Not on my face or all over me please.
Me: Haha you watch too much porn.
Rach: All your fault.
I took a huge risk and asked Rachel,
Me: I cum in your vagina?
Rach: Crazy ah, want to die is it?
Me: Then give me your panties…
Rach: Crazy ah? Then what I wear for the rest of the trip?
Me: Go commando?
Rach: NO WAY!
Me: Shhh
Everything was falling into place.
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I guess in-flight entertainment doesn’t get any better than this! Also, no smoking in the washrooms :P
Hahaha there could have been sex. Guess she already made up her mind on what I’m going to get. Lol as long as the smoke alarm isn’t triggered…
神不知鬼不觉
I stared at Rachel and told myself to calm down. I needed to be composed when I asked the question so that she would not suspect anything. I hoped that my acting would be good enough.
Me: Erm just give me something to cum on la. Your shirt?
Rach: Huh! Cannot!
Me: Quick leh… I’m going soft already… Just give me something I can cum on and throw into the bin.
Rach: Erm… Cum into the toilet bowl?
Me: Crazy ah! This one cannot flush away leh. No water inside remember?
Rach: Oh yah or… Then how?
Me: Ok, cannot give me your shirt, bra, jeans, underwear right?
Rach: Erm yea.
Me: Ok lor. Then the only thing left is your socks.
Rach: Quite uncomfortable to wear sports shoes without socks leh…
Me: You give me then quickly go out and wear the SIA ones lor.
Rach: EH! That’s damn ugly.
Me: Inside your jeans nobody can see la…
Rach: Ok… Fine.
She got onto the toilet seat and took off a sock from her right foot. She was about to leave when I stopped her.
Me: Eh, give in pairs can lol. The surface area of one sock is not big enough. I don’t want to dirty the toilet lol.
Her: Ok fine. It feels weird wearing different socks on different legs anyway.
I made sure that the table top beside the sink was dry before placing her pair of socks there.
Me: My urge to cum is gone already. Can blow me again?
Rachel shot me the annoyed look but went back down on me anyway. She started coating it with her saliva again, undoing the evil work of the dry air conditioned air in the toilet. Despite the times where her teeth scraped against my member, it didn’t take long before I felt the urge to cum again.
I told her to leave first to avoid suspicion and that I need the toilet seat to put her socks. She realised that she was blocking the seat and taking up whatever little room there was left in the toilet and left.
She opened the door a little first to check that the coast is clear and exited without opening the door fully. I hid behind the half open door in case anyone was outside.
shut the moment she was gone and took out my phone. I scrolled through the various pictures I have of Rachel again especially those in her secondary school uniform and wanked away.
I picked up her socks lying on the table and sniffed them gingerly. No way was I going to soil them with cum, let alone throw them away. It would be too much of a waste to do that. I took out a packet of sanitary pad from one of the little drawers in the toilet and ripped apart the packaging.
Smelling her socks and wanking to pictures of Rachel in her old school uniform was too much for me to take and I swapped out her socks with the pad. Placing the pad right in front of my exploding member, it did its job well by soaking up every bit of cum I had to give.
I wrapped the pad back into its packaging and threw it into the bin along with the tissue papers I used to clean myself up. As for her socks, I folded them carefully and stuffed them between my jeans and my underwear. I used my belt to ensure that it was secure before checking the toilet and walking back to my seat.
Mission success, I have 2 pairs of Rachel’s old secondary school socks.
I went back to find Rachel sitting in the aisle seat waiting for me. She seemed to be wearing the SIA socks already as I saw the Givenchy bag left on the seat next to her.
Rach: So how? Can aim or not?
Me: Perfect aim la haha
Rachel went back to her seat and cuddled up with me after I buckled my seat belt. I was starting to be more certain that this would not be just a holiday fling. I was lost in thought and realised that Rachel was asleep already when I snapped back into reality. This time, she leaned against the aircraft body. No window for this seat.
I carefully hid her socks in my carry-on bag and went back to attempt at sleeping. It was pretty weird because my body told me I needed sleep but I was constantly reminded by the fact that it was still bright outside. One or two windows were left open, making the transition of time zones extremely difficult.
I eventually fell asleep though.[/i]
Apologies everyone for the lack of updates yesterday. Landed in Sydney about 20 hours ago. Been hard at work updating due to the rain outside. Double updates tonight
And thanks Acer2007 for your up. Brought me past 300.
I awoke the next ‘morning’ (actually it was afternoon technically) while the stewardesses were serving breakfast. The stewardess assigned to our row was especially petite and it was quite obvious that her uniform was a little large for her.
When she bent down to get my Japanese Dinner, I could inadvertently see the lacy straps of her black bra. What a pity that we were sitting in the last row and it didn’t take long for her to find our food. I would not have minded if she gave me a longer show. :P
Landed in Narita and was given the chance to stretch our legs. We went to look around some DFS shops before we had to board the plane again.
I was surprised at how efficient SIA was in getting all their passengers back onto the plane. Even though it was the fourth time in a week that I was boarding a SIA plane, that never failed to amaze me. Only SIA would be able to provide similar levels of service (I wouldn’t say comfort) when boarding to passengers in all 3 classes.
Rachel and I watched a few more episodes of ANTM on my laptop before we landed in Singapore at around 2:30am.
We walked towards immigration to scan our passport mostly in silence. The mood between us had changed and I could feel it. Perhaps we were sad to be back in Singapore so soon.
Me: Erm you need a lift home? It’s late already I could send you back.
Rach: It’s ok. My parents are here.
That was the extent of our communications until we left the arrival hall into the public area. My whispered bye went unacknowledged as my chauffeur took the trolley from my hands. I turned to look at Rachel many times while walking towards the glass lifts in T3. She was too preoccupied talking to her parents to even notice.
I got into the back of the brown Phantom and typed out a message on my phone. I hesitated before tapping send.
All that was left to do was wait.
We went back to school again on Monday and I cornered Rachel during one of our breaks.
Me: What’s the matter? You haven’t been replying my messages all weekend.
Rach: Jetlag.
Me: Somehow I feel that things aren’t the same ever since we left LA.
Rach: Maybe.
Me: What’s wrong?
Rachel shrugged and walked away, away from the canteen and away from me. I felt a squeeze in my heart and felt my shoulders slouch as I watched her going further from me. Perhaps we took things too fast in LA. Perhaps I should have settled the more important matters of the heart first.
Our exams were immediately after our June ‘holidays’ ended and I took the opportunity to ask Rachel out to Starbucks again to study. To my surprise, she accepted my invitation.
30 May 2011
I walked into our usual Starbucks at 11am sharp. I was on time as always. I walked upstairs to look for Rachel and empty seats but there were none. The only empty seats were outside and I had no wish to spend the day sweating under the hot June sun. I messaged Rachel to ask where she was and if she would like to come to my house instead since Starbucks was full.
Her reply never came as I saw her walk up the slope from the bus stop where she just alighted from her bus. She stepped into Starbucks, surveying the place and confirming that my claims were true. Satisfied that I wasn’t lying, she promptly walked out of the door.
Rach: Ok, I haven’t been to your house. Impress me.
We took a bus to my condominium in Dunearn Road and I led her into the compound. Rachel seemed hesitant to hold my hand but I’m too happy that she was coming over to care. We walked into the hotel like lift lobby and into the private lift straight into my unit.
Rachel took one look around my house, at the white marble floors and then to the contrasting furniture. She looked at the shiny black dining table then the black leather sofa and to the large 55” Sony TV mounted on the wall.
I led her upstairs to my room which overlooked the living room and the condominium beside mine. She neither seemed to be impressed by the 42” 3D TV hanging on the wall nor my large Cellini bed set in the middle of the room.
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gotnotime
You sure update late at night like me
lol I realised I promised double doses and I can’t sleep. Not used to their pillows. Anyway, where’s your update lol
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gotnotime
It was a short one in my life story.. Being affected by the haze really made me gotnomood, and I gotnotime coz I’m working you know?
haha saw your update already. 2am still can’t sleep?