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Dolarhyde69
If only TS can update daily…. Camping
I can update daily, for about 10 days, cos that’s all the buffer material i have left, then yall will have to wait a week at least for each new update. Hahaha… it takes time to write brudder. Somemore i got full time job in the day, and full time dad occupation at night when i get home also. I’m trying to write as much as i can during my free time. But to be fair to all of us, you and i, i need to pace the release of the story also.
The buffer is also there for a reason, so when i feel the burn out coming, i take a couple of weeks of break from writing, but i still got some updates to post as long as i have access to my files and a computer.
Hope you all understand the situation that writers like bro ilock and i face. But thank you for supporting our stories! We are glad you all enjoyed it!
Having said that, i managed to write about 12 pages yesterday, so i’ll release an update today instead of waiting till tomorrow. The next update after this will be scheduled for Friday tentatively. Usually i will update on Monday and Thursday.
Previously on My SYT Korean Coursemate/Neighbour:
Yivonne picked up all the sex toys and put them back in the bag, then the 2 of them resumed positions on either side of me. We lay like this and fell asleep shortly after. It felt good to have 2 beauties hugging me. Their soft snores sounded like purrs, and it soothed and calmed me.
We would have slept all the way past the next meetup timing had it not for the shrill beeping of the room phone. I got up, leaving both Ann and Yivonne on the bed, clutching pillows against their heads attempting to shut the beepng of the phone out. I quickly glanced at the time. 6.30pm. I picked up the phone.
Eileen: Hi Jun! Just a reminder that it’s 30mins to meet up time, if you all are still getting it on, yall better stop and get out by 7pm! *click*
Eileen had put the phone down. I replaced the receiver of the phone, and placed my foot on Ann’s ass and pushed slightly.
Ann: mmmmmmmmmmm……
Me: Wakie…
Yivonne: What time is it now?
Me: Wake up lah! 7pm already lah! Eileen not happy liao!!!
Both girls: HUH?!?! SO FAST?!
They both got up immediately. Eileen had a bad temper, and they both didn’t want to face her wrath, especially since already being late in the afternoon. They hurried and put on their clothes, combed their hair, and jostled for the dressing table mirror to put on their make up. We were going straight to Lan Kwai Fong after dinner, so they wanted to dress up nicely first.
Yivonne let her natural curls fall down her shoulder, and she put on some makeup, not too heavy, but not light either. Her lipstick was bright red, and when I saw her choice of clothes, it made sense. Her choice was an off-shoulder red pencil dress. I saw her slip it on over her nu-bra, which gave her a nice cleavage to compensate for her small boobs.
Ann’s make up was darker. Her eyeliner was thicker than Yivonne’s, and the tips winged out more. She also applied eyeshadow which started out black and gradient out towards a reddish colour. She then slipped on a short, black strapless dress, and a black choker around her neck. A little circular pendant with a starburst imprint in the center hung at the center of the choker.
I wore a pair of slim cut jeans, high top shoes from DC, a graphic T-shirt, and a beige casual jacket completed my attire. It drew a few sniggers from Yivonne and Ann, and they started calling me “Young tycoon’s son” or “ultimate fuckboi”
The three of us stepped out of the room, and the 2 of them expected to see an angry Eileen. Afterall, it was ‘7pm’ when she called, and we were surely late. Eileen and Joel were nowhere to be found though, and Yivonne went to ring their doorbell as Ann checked her watch.
Ann: Bastard! It’s only 6.57pm!!!
Yivonne: What?!
Me: How else to get you both to get ready by 7pm?
Both girls: Grrrrrrr……
Ann: I could have put on my makeup without so much stress lah!
Yivonne: and I could have put on eye shadow also lor!!!
Ann: Tonight you die, Jun… I promise you. You will die.
Yivonne: Ann, I know what you can do with your strapon…
Ann: Damn right!
Both girls glared at me angrily. Jit bai siao liao. I don’t want to take it up the ass sial….
Eileen opened her door and she stepped out with Joel in tow. Joel was dressed in just a simple sleeveless shirt, and jeans with sneakers. Eileen wore a white blouse with a navy pencil skirt. It was simple, but nice. Eileen saw the glares from the girls and asked what happened.
Ann: Jun told us it was 7pm, when it was only 6.30pm…
Yivonne: Making us rush our makeup!
Eileen: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Oh my… how else is he gonna make you both get ready by 7pm?!
Me: See?!
Eileen: Oh boy… Jun, you’re so in trouble tonight…
Me: Can I sleep in your room tonight? I’ll take the floor, no worries…
Eileen: No can do. Joel and I need the privacy… Besides, I don’t want to get on the bad books of Ann and Yivonne, y’know? Girl power!
Me: Fark…
Ann and Yivonne hooked one of my arms each, and the 5 of us headed to the lift lobby to go for dinner. Both of them continued to glare at me, but once in the lift, Ann’s glare turned into a sinister smile instead.
We made our way to the restaurant beside out hotel, and we were ushered in to a table. People kept staring at me because I was sandwiched between two hot girls, who held my arms. They are probably thinking that I’m some rich playboy. Damn! Lucky I’m just a tourist and not staying there. Otherwise reputation sure jialat.
We took our time to flip through the menu after we were sat at our table. It took us a while to decide what to eat, since there were so many food choices. In the end, we ordered some roasted suckling pig, 3 roasted goose legs, some roasted pork belly, and a steamed garoupa. We also ordered oyster omelette, and boiled kalian vegetable with Chinese mushrooms in oyster sauce.
Our food came and we started digging in, after Ann had taken her photos of the food. The suckling pig was extremely delicious. The meat was tender and flavourful, and the skin was so crispy that every bite had a loud, audible crunch even if we chewed with our mouth close. The roasted goose was tasty as well, but it didn’t quite have the same effect as the suckling pig. The roasted pork belly was next to be judged, and boy, did it impress. It had the same effect as the roasted suckling pig. Tender, juicy meat. Delicious fat that melts in your mouth. And a crispy, tasteful crackling. It would beat any roasted pork belly in Singapore.
The steamed garoupa was perfectly cooked, and we could peel the flesh off the bones. The fish had no fishy smell as well, which was testament of the freshness of the fish. By the time we were done with it, there were only bones on the plate. Not a single piece of fish meat was left. The oyster omelette was pretty standard, but the oysters were huge. Everyone had an equal share, but while Joel and Eileen ate their oysters, Ann and Yivonne ate only the omelette, and scooped their oysters into my plate. “You’ll need it…” was their sinister warning. The boiled kalian and mushrooms in oyster sauce was pretty standard, but you could tell that the oyster sauce used was top quality stuff. The kalian stalks were large, juicy and sweet.
We finished all the food, and found ourselves very full, but not to the point where we had to unbutton or what. The beginnings of a tummy can be seen from Ann and Yivonne’s bodyhugging dresses, only because they were both full as well. Once the food digested, their temporary tummy bulge will subside. We paid up and made our way out of the restaurant.
It was a short walk to the MTR station entrance at Tsim Sha Tsui, but from the entrance to the actual station, was another walk. The station was very crowded as it was after work, and people were rushing home. There were station staff everywhere to help manage the human traffic. We finally edged towards the platform, and there were people all around. Ann and Yivonne tried to shield themselves by standing in the center, with Eileen, Joel and me on the outside. Ann had felt someone brush her ass with his hand, and she told Yivonne and I about it. It can’t really be helped, since it was so crowded and we were squished by people in every direction. Ann and Yivonne said out loud in English that if someone groped them again, they would kick the person’s balls.
Hong Kong’s MTR system is rather amazing. During peak hour, their trains came at an ungodly frequency. It’s almost like every minute, there’ll be a train pulling in to haul off some passengers. Despite the frightening regularity of the trains arriving, the human traffic never really died down.
The bunch of us finally managed to get onto a train, and we were on our way to Central station, where it’s a short walk then to Lan Kwai Fong, supposedly Hong Kong’s premier nightlife area, similar in concept to our Ann Siang Street. We tapped out of the gantry, and walked towards Lan Kwai Fong, Yivonne and Ann flanking me once again, holding my arms. Joel and Eileen followed behind hand in hand and laughing at us.
We walked the entirety of LKF before we decided to settle in one of the bars there. Even on a weekday night, LKF was rather crowded. The bar we picked was almost filled to capacity, but we immediately got a table as there was no waiting list yet, and a table of 6 people just vacated their table. We walked to the table, and instantly, there were eyes on both Yivonne and Ann from some of the tables.
We ordered some sides, the usual beer food like pepperoni pizza, fried chicken wings, and cheese fries. Then we ordered a jug of Guinness Draft and a couple of jugs of Stella Artois. The drinks came first, and I poured beer gao for each of them, and full pint of Guinness for myself.
Yivonne: Wah lau Jun! You damn uncle leh!!! I thought Guinness mix beer is only those uncle do at kopitiam one, like my dad! LOL!
Ann: Is it even nice? Guinness the taste very bitter de leh!
Eileen took a sip of her beer gao.
Eileen: Eh! Not bad wei!
Yivonne and Joel drank as well.
Yivonne: Yah, it’s not bad one, my dad let me drink before. Hahaha… He also says Guinness is a real man’s drink.
Ann looked at her glass tentatively. She swirled the blackish, concoction, and took a whiff. She then decided it wasn’t that bad as pure Guinness, and she took a sip. Her eyebrows knitted together as if analyzing some science solution sample. Then she smiled.
Ann: Eh, actually really not bad leh… Wahahahaha….
I gave her a i-told-you-so face as she laugh and rested a hand on my thigh, rubbing it. It may seem like she’s trying to appease me from one angle, but it was definitely flirting from another angle. We raised our glasses and cheers each other. Our food then came, one after another, filling our table.
As we ate and drank, we looked around. LKF wasn’t much different from say Boat Quay or Ann Siang Street. There were bars that offered live band performances, others that had the KTV pub setup. Others like the one we were in was more of a sports pub, with a 8 foot pool table in the middle and a couple of dart boards. There were bustlers and performers along the streets as well.
We spent 3hrs there, chatting and playing drinking games. Ann received a couple of drinks from random guys at the pub, but she gently refused, asking the waitress to return the drinks, as she was not sure if the drinks could have been spiked. The waitress assured her that the drinks came directly from the bar, and not from the guest’s table. But Ann continued to refuse, because she knew if she accepted the drinks, then the guys will have a reason to approach her. The last thing she wanted to deal with for now is other guys, as she knows she has me for the night. She is also rather selective when it comes to people she will sleep with.
We continued chatting, and we ordered one last round of drinks. Ann was telling us a joke when someone walked up to beside her. It was a rather well-dressed guy in shirt and jeans. Ann ignored him, and continued to tell her joke. It was genuinely funny, and we laughed when she finished telling it. They guy who had stood there to listen laughed too. Then he made his move. His grammar was correct, but he had a bit of the Hong Kong accent when he spoke.
Guy: Hahaha… That was quite a funny joke!
Ann: Erm…
Guy: Sorry, my name is Winson… What is yours?
Ann: Ann.
Winson: Hi Ann, I can’t help but to notice your beauty while seated at my table over there. I tried to get your attention by buying you a drink twice, but you kept rejecting it, so I thought to come over and introduce myself, hoping to make your acquaintance.
Ann: Erm… yeah, my parents told me not to accept drinks from strangers, you never know what they put inside…
Winson: Hahaha… I’m not so devious. You don’t sound local, are you a tourist?
Ann: Yeah, these are my friends and we are from Singapore.
Winson: Pleased to meet all of you… Do you mind if join you all?
Yivonne opened her mouth to object, but before she could say a word, Winson had dragged a chair over to beside Ann and plopped himself down.
Winson: So… how long are you guys staying here in Hong Kong? I could maybe show you around?
Yivonne: Ahaha… We are going back tomorrow.
Winson: Oh, so soon? Then we better make the most of tonight!
Ann: Actually, we were about to leave once we’ve finished the beers. It’s getting late and we need to pack for our flight tomorrow.
Winson rested his hands on the table, purposely showing us his Tag Heuer chronograph. I know that model, it costs about 6k SGD.
Winson: What a pity… I could show you somemore of the Hong Kong nightlife… If you weren’t in a hurry to go home. We could maybe go to a disco or something, all on me.
Ann: It’s ok, we really need to go, my boyfriend (she rubs my thigh with her hand) wouldn’t really appreciate someone bringing his girlfriend around.
Winson: Boyfriend huh?
Winson starts to look at me up and down. Since I could tell he was into watches, I decided to play the little game with him that I hate to play, a game he started, and a game played by men all around the world – showing off their superiority to beat off a competitor. I knew his game, and I wouldn’t lose. I held Ann’s hand with my left hand, giving him a good look at my Panerai Luminor op6166.
I love and appreciate watches. The only reason why I have not bought a car back then, or upgraded to a superbike was because I spent the money I made from the stock market on watches. In addition to the Panerai I’m wearing, I have another 4 watches at home, a Rolex Submariner, a Rolex Oyster Perpetual, a Tag Heuer Carrera, and another Panerai Radiomir Pam190 8 days.
Those of you who play watches, will know that luxury watches like these are a status symbol. If your competitor is shallow, and has a lower end watch, they are less likely to fuck around with you. It’s the way life works in the material world. If you have a stock Suzuki Swift Sport, you don’t challenge someone with a Lamboghini, same logic.
It is always good to invest in at least 1 watch. You can get a movement watch for $500, but of course, you’ll have to settle for a not-so-premium brands. You can also read up and find out more about such watches instead. Read up about the mechanisms, the different types of movements etc. Talk to watch enthusiasts and find out why they like their watches, and I really mean enthusiasts, and not some rich papa’s boy who can afford an IWC, but not know what caliber movement is being used in the watch, nor whether it’s an automatic or manual wind.
Even when I meet some clients nowadays, the same happens. They will think I’m some dumb property agent, and try to talk me down, until they notice the $60k Franck Muller, or the $90k AP on my hand, then they start to talk to me with a bit more respect. Sometimes, if they are really into watches, they end up becoming fast friends and we spend more time talking about watches than the house. I even got a couple who told me they trust me because “anyone with such good taste in watches will definitely recommend only good apartments.” But of course, I do my part and do a thorough job showing them the house and explaining. I’d even engage a fengshui master to look through the house and sometimes the clients are impressed at this additional service.
I would like to have kept my collection, but I have sold most of them at my wife’s behest. She said “only 3 watches”, and that meant I kept my Penerai Luminor op6166, which was my first purchase, in addition to the 2 above. Since I can have only 3 watches, I sold off 11 cheaper watches, and bought 2 expensive ones instead. Recently I bought a Panerai Pam441, and I said it was present for her, but I’ve been wearing it more often than her. She somehow prefers wearing the U-boat Chimera I bought for her a couple of years back, saying that it’s so big she can hoot people with it. Maybe I should buy more watches for her in order to beat the system. Technically, they are hers, so not subjected to the ‘only 3 watches’ rule, but I can always help her wear them. Heh…
I saw Winson’s eyes veer to my watch, and I saw them widened slightly. He also subtly turned his watch away. Not bad, he does know his watches. Also, I know now that he is indeed one of the shallow ones who knows his watch is cheaper and thus felt inferior.
Winson: That’s a nice watch, must have cost you a bomb.
Me: Yeah, it’s nice. I like how it’s more towards the casual feel, so matching it with jeans and t-shirt is not really an issue, unlike some of the other watches I have.
Winson: Yeah, I understand what you mean. You can’t wear an elaborate watch with jeans, but this Panerai of yours is not that elaborate. Well, ok, since you all need to go soon, I shall not hold you back. This is my name card, maybe next time, when you come back to Hong Kong, I can bring you around. I didn’t know Ann was attached. Sorry.
I took the name card and took a glimpse. Not bad, he’s a manager in some company. We thanked him and he got up to walk back to his table, but not before casting Ann a long look.
Ann: Wah lau, damn creepy lah, that guy…
Yivonne: Creepy?! You sure a not Ann? Usually guys approach you, you just happily play with them only. Suck their drinks dry, or even their dicks if they are cute.
Ann: Wah lau! Firstly, that guy isn’t even cute! Secondly, if I play until fire too big, in Singapore I’m safe, here, not even my country! Thirdly… Ewww… just ewwww…
Eileen: You sure broke his heart, Ann… Hahaha…
Joel: Luckily Kim not here, otherwise you also cannot hide behind Jun already…
Ann: Yah yah… can we just quickly finish up the beers so we can go and not deal with anymore creeps??
We laughed then quickly drained the beers before we paid up and left. Winson waved at us when he saw us leave, and we waved back and quickly got out, walking back to the MTR to take a train back to our hotel.
Yivonne: Jun, what was that about watches? It’s like he was rather persistent and all and then suddenly when talk about your watch then he start to disengage.
Me: Simple, my watch beat his watch, so he back off. You don’t use a pistol to challenge someone with a rifle in a straight fight.
Yivonne: His watch also quite nice leh, how much does it cost?
Me: 6k.
Joel: Yours?
Me: 12k.
Ann: Fuck me…
Me: Later.
Ann was caught unawares by my reply, and she had to pause to think what she said to get that response from me. Then she gave me a ‘lame’ face.
Ann: I mean, what the fuck! 12k for a watch?
Me: There are watches that go up to millions even, like Patek Phillipe watches…
Yivonne: What’s your most expensive watch?
Me: This one, so far. I’m currently looking at an IWC watch that costs about $16k
Ann: Yivonne, later you help me drug him, then we take his watch go sell, 50-50 ok?
Yivonne: Hahahaha!
Me: You know, if you’re going to rob me, you shouldn’t say it out loud that I can hear it.
We laughed as we entered the MTR. 30mins later, we were back in our rooms. The girls took turns to shower, while I drank another can of beer. We had stopped by the 7-11 to pick up 12 cans. Soon, it was my turn to shower. Ann cheekily took my watch and pretended to hide it between her boobs while I gave her the ‘seriously’ face.
Done with my shower, I crawled onto bed and joined the 2 ladies, who were already halfway falling asleep. Both of them hugged me, and we all drifted off to sleep, aided by the large amounts of alcohol we had drank earlier on.
Previously on My SYT Korean Coursemate/Neighbour:
Done with my shower, I crawled onto bed and joined the 2 ladies, who were already halfway falling asleep. Both of them hugged me, and we all drifted off to sleep, aided by the large amounts of alcohol we had drank earlier on.
Hong Kong Day 2
I woke up first, and the girls were still hugging me as they slept. I gently wriggled my way out of their arms without waking them up. I checked my phone and saw a message from Kim. She asked me how was the trip so far, and that she was going to bring her guests to visit all the touristy areas and eat hawker food for the next few days. I replied her that Hong Kong was not bad, but would have been better if she was here, and that I missed her.
Since it was only 7am, I pushed all the luggage aside to make a small space, and I started to do some exercises quietly. After I had completed my cooling down exercises at 8am, I picked up the spare pillows and drop them on Ann and Yivonne lightly. There were grumbles, protests, and curses as that action woke them up from their slumber. I slipped into the bathroom and shower while they slowly rouse from their slumber.
Yivonne came into the shower while I was brushing my teeth, and slapped my butt. Then she sat down on the toilet bowl and peed. She cleaned herself up, then stepped into the bath area and showered. Meanwhile, I was done with my shaving and brushing, and I went out of the bathroom as Ann walked in. When we past each other, she fondled my dick a bit before continuing into the bathroom. Ann sat down on the toilet bowl and ripped a loud fart.
Yivonne: WTF?! ANN NG!!!
Ann: Hurhurhur… need to shit…
The smell of Ann’s fart spread, and I caught a whiff of it, so did Yivonne.
Yivonne: WTF?!?! DAMN SMELLY!!! OMG ANN NG!!! ARRRRHHHHHHH!!!!!
I got up and closed the toilet door.
Yivonne: JUN NO!!! OMG!!! OPEN THE DOOR!!! DON’T LOCK THE SMELL IN HERE!!!! URGGGHHHHH!!!!
I put on my boxers, and chuckled when Yivonne’s protests continued and Ann asked her to shardup with a rather disinterested voice. Within minutes, a wet Yivonne opened the door and ran out clutching a towel, dripping water all over the floor. She slammed the toilet door behind her as she exited. She stood there, breathing in and out furiously in a very exaggerated manner. Then staring at me with a stern look, she began to dry herself.
Yivonne: You! Why you shut the door?! OMG! It was poison gas inside ok?!
Me: My dear arh… You’d rather inside be gassed than both the room and bathroom be gassed right? At least come out you can still breathe.
Yivonne ignored me and continued to dry herself. Then she used some tissue paper to dry the small puddle on the floor, from which water had dripped off her wet body when she ran in. We heard the shower turned on, and figured that Ann had finished her business and was showering now.
Yivonne blew dry her hair, and I watched some tv. Soon, Ann opened the toilet door. The smell had dissipitated mostly, and there was only a slightest hint of that poison gas she released. She grinned at us, as she went back to the sink and began to brush her teeth. When she was done, she came out to blow dry her hair, while Yivonne took her turn to brush her teeth. Ann purposely sat facing me, with her leg on the chair she was sitting on, so her pussy was spread wide for me to see. Her large boobs were also on display as she raised her hand to blow dry her hair. She gave me a big grin.
I felt a stirring under my boxers, and I crept over to Ann as she shifted her chair nearer to the bed. When in range, my hand rubbed at her pussy. I slipped my middle finger between her labia and felt the beginning of wetness there. I gently rubbed up and down, spreading her juices while staring at her face. She gave me a wink and bit her lips.
Yivonne came out of the toilet and saw me teasing Ann, and Ann obviously enjoying the attention, and she rolled her eyes at us.
Yivonne: Early morning only know? Piangs.
Ann: All the more we need to do this in the morning, if not how to wake up, and set the mood for the day?
Yivonne: Whatever…
Ann: You’re just jelly it’s not you getting the attention…
Yivonne: What…. Ev… Uh…….
Ann: Oh yah… Jun, you owe me a fucking…
Me: Hmmm?
Ann: Last night, when I found out how much your watch costs, and I said ‘fuck me’ and you said ‘later’…
Me: Wah, you still remember arh??
Ann: Of course… I’ll never forget a chance to get a good fuck… From you somemore…
Me: Maybe Winson can fuck well too… Have you considered it?
Ann: Urgh… no thanks… I’ll rather slit my throat than have to kiss his ugly mug… And don’t even think for one second that you can change the topic.
Ann’s hair was dry now, and she put the hair dryer down and slipped over to the bed. Yivonne had put on her underwear and wore her t-shirt. She began to apply makeup. Ann climbed on top of me and pulled my boxers down. Then she gently rubbed my dick, letting it erect fully. While rubbing my dick, she kissed me and she rubbed herself with her other hand.
I held her body close to mine, and I caressed her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my hands, and gently rubbing her erected nipples. Ann spread her pussy lips, and she lowered her hips and my dick pushed into her warm, inviting hole. She began to ride me gently, feeling my dick filling her up fully. Yivonne continued to apply her makeup and paid us no heed.
As time went on, Ann’s moans came steadily. Yivonne completed her makeup, and she stared at Ann bouncing on my dick. The sight stirred something within her, and after a while, she wasn’t just contented with being a spectator. Yivonne got up, and removed her black g-string. She got onto the bed and stood up over me. Her pussy was just nice at Ann’s head level. Yivonne held Ann’s head gently and made Ann lick her pussy while she rode my dick.
Yivonne started to moan as the pleasure began to spread through her like a wildfire radiating from her groin. Ann squeezed her thighs together, so that her vagina became slightly tighter for my dick, and there was a different sensation for the both of us. Very soon, the both of us reached out limits and we came together. Yivonne continued to press her pussy against Ann’s mouth, willing Ann to continue licking her. She had to bend her legs a bit now that Ann was slouching from the exhaustion of her orgasm.
Ann did her part though, and I could see her tongue reaching out and licking Yivonne’s pussy, lapping up all the juices that oozed out from Yivonne’s pussy. Her tongue rubbed circles around Yivonne’s clitoris expertly, and pushed Yivonne over the limit. Yivonne’s legs trembled as she came and she moaned loudly. Her legs buckled and she sat down on my tummy. Ann hugged her and kissed her, sharing the juices she licked from Yivonne’s pussy with her. Yivonne kissed back.
Once the both of them recovered, they got off me, and a flood of cum cam gushing out of Ann’s pussy onto my groin the moment she got off me.
Ann: Woops… I’ll take tissue to clean it up.
We rinsed our groins and went back to prepping for the day. Ann put on some light make up and wore a tank top, denim shorts, and a white shirt. She tied the ends into a butterfly knot just above her shorts. Yivonne wore a khaki shorts and small t-shirt. I wore berms, polo t-shirt and sneakers. We stepped out of our room, and rang Eileen’s doorbell. Eileen and Joel stepped out.
We made our way to the MTR again, this time heading to Wan Chai. Our breakfast place for this morning was Capital Café. It wasn’t too crowded when we reached, and we were whisked to our seats by a staff very quickly. We felt quite stressed, because we could see that the staff seemed perpetually in a rush. Tables vacated by customers were cleared within one minute, and by the second minute, the next customers were ushered to the table.
We barely had time to glance through the menu when the staff came to take our order, and boy, was he impatient. In the end, we just picked 5 different breakfast sets to share. The food also came very quickly. The staff just came, and dropped off the plates on the table, not bothering to ask whose food was it. We were expected to know what each plate contained. Very quickly, all our food and drinks were served. We tucked in.
The toasts were delicious, in fact, everything was delicious! The ham macaroni soup is a must have. The coffee and tea were fragrant and very gao. While the service left something to be desired, the food more than made up for it. We quickly finished our meal and left, as the service staff quickly cleared out table once they saw that the plates and cups were empty. We were passed the cheque and ushered to the cashier to make payment.
As we stepped out of the café, we decided that we were not yet full. We scanned the row of shops opposite, and we saw Trusty Congee King. We hadn’t shortlisted it in our itinerary, because we had found Nathan Congee instead. We walked over to Trusty and took a look. It actually was a 1 Michelin star congee restaurant!
We walked through the doors and were ushered to our seats. Quickly, we made our order. One pork congee, one fish congee, and one pig’s blood congee. It’s common knowledge that if you dare to eat it, pig’s blood is actually a delicacy. Personally, I don’t like it, and Ann and Yivonne protested as well. Eileen had ordered that congee, so it was hers to finish. Joel said it was a bit nasty, but he still ate on. Ann, Yivonne and I made short work of the pork and fish congee. It was excellent. The congee was very smooth. You can barely feel the rice grains, not to mention, it was delicious to boot too!
We paid up, and left, impressed with the food and the service, which was miles apart from Capital Cafe. We walked back to the MTR station, then took a train and alighted at Admiralty station. Today’s agenda was Ocean Park, and the bus to take according to online guides was at Admiralty. It was obvious which bus we had to take, as there was a long queue of people lining up for the bus. We managed to get on and get seats.
We took the chance to look at the city while we were on the bus, as it wasn’t a short journey. Ann kept poking me, trying to get my attention as she yakked away. Meanwhile Eileen leaned her head on Joel’s shoulder and fell asleep, leaving Joel to gently pat her butt. Yivonne leaned against my shoulder and fell asleep after a while too, bored of Ann’s yakking. Ann kept talking and talking and talking. One moment, she can talk about Dota, then the next thing, she says we should form a band, then she wonders who the lecturers for the next semester classes will be, and then wondered what Bryan was doing……………..
I nodded my head and gave a few grunts to answer her questions, and when appropriate, I gave her some short answers.
Ann: Wei… why you all don’t like to talk to me one?
Me: Not don’t like talk to you… But you talk a bit too much….
Ann folded her arms and pouted.
Ann: I just want to talk to you mah… want someone to listen to me talk patiently… share my thoughts…
Ann looked upset. Ah what the hell… I placed my arm around her shoulder and pulled her in towards me. She gleefully rested her head on my shoulder and her arm reached across my tummy and hugged my side. Her warm breath blew against my neck. That cheered her up some. For 5minutes, there was peace. Then she started talking again.
Ann: You know… my mum and my brother asked me if I have a boyfriend or not.. Then I say don’t have… They keep nagging me, asking me to go find one, but I keep telling them that it’s not that easy. All the good guys are taken, and the ones not taken are gay… Then they roll their eyes at me and laugh… hehehe… Jun arh Jun… If only I can clone you… then Kim can have one of you and I can have the other one… Then if Tingting wants one of you, she can find a way to clone you herself… She’s going to be a doctor afterall…
Me: Doctor not geneticist leh… Hahaha…. Doctors don’t clone people…
Ann: Aiyah, you know what I mean lah!
Ann gave me a kiss on my cheek, then rested her head back on my shoulders and enjoyed the moment.
We soon reached Ocean Park, and we made our way in. We walked around the aquariums, looking at all the exhibits. There were pools where you can handle some of the sea creatures. Ann marveled at the large stingrays and took photos. She looked like a little girl who was at the amusement park for the first time.
We took our time to walk around, snapping many many photos. Then we stopped by snack stations and bought snacks and drinks. We then took the cable car to the amusement park area. Ann excitement level peaked. She dragged me to the rollercoaster immediately to join the queue. Yivonne ran along behind with Eileen and Joel. Joel looked at the rollercoaster and he gulped.
Joel: Erm guys, I think you all go ahead, I help you all take care of your stuff.
Me: Why? You scared of heights?
Joel: Erm, not really, but just don’t like rollercoasters…
We didn’t press him, since it was his choice. We waited for about 10mins before it was our turn. The rollercoaster is not like Six Flags or what, it’s really a small one, but it was good enough. We enjoyed it and the girls screamed their heads off while I laughed through it. We picked up Joel and we went to play other games.
There was a BB gun station, and Ann wanted a cute stuffed red panda plush prize, but to get that, she had to score perfect hits, 10 hits out of 10 targets. The best she scored was 7 hits after 3 attempts. Then she grabbed my arm and pouted. I knew she wanted me to help her win it. In my first attempt, I scored 9 hits, and won a handheld battery operated fan. My next attempt was perfect, and I won the plush. Passing it to Ann, she grabbed it and hugged it tightly and named the plush MiniJun. Then she smiled happily at me and grabbed hold of my arm as we walked, with the plush held tightly in her other arm.
We had a free meal that came with the entrance tickets we bought at the airport when we landed, so we headed to the cafeteria to get lunch. There wasn’t much choice for the free meal. There was braised beef with rice, steamed ginger chicken with rice, fried fish fillet with pasta, or Caesar salad. I took the braised beef with rice, and the portion was insane. There was a mountain of rice, and the beef covered it. There was a lot of sauce as well, so my meal ended up looking like a volcano of rice poking out of a sea of braised beef. The food was very good though. The braised beef basically melted in my mouth, and the taste was not overly strong.
Eileen, who had the salad, and I were the only ones who cleared out plates. Ann took the braised beef as well, and she ate all the beef, as well as half her rice. Yivonne finished her chicken and a third of her rice. Joel finished his fish, but had a bit of pasta leftover. We all groaned as we were so stuffed. We had to sit there for 30mins before we decided we had digested enough to start moving again. The fantastic view of the coast helped a lot though.
We then made our way into their penguin enclosure, and we instantly regretted not bringing any jackets. It was so cold inside that the temperature was in the low tens or even single digit at times. But the penguins were rather cute, so we braved the cold and stood inside for a while more. Ann hugged me tightly for warmth, while Yivonne chased the penguins. She loved penguins.
Eileen and Joel couldn’t take it anymore and they scooted out of the enclosure quickly. Ann and I followed them as well after letting Yivonne know we’ll be outside. Yivonne joined us 10mins later, and as she walked out from the enclosure, she began ‘steaming’ as the heat from the sun caused a mist to rise from her cold body.
We went around, taking rides, and looking at more exhibits, before we decided to call it a day at 6pm. We made our way to the tram station to take a tram back down to the entrance. The station was so crowded, and most of the people there were PRC Chinese. I guess it’s easy to recognize them as they kept talking at the top of their voices. Some even tried to cut queue and jump the gantry. The staff were badly outnumbered and struggling to restrain the crowd of PRCs. A tram pulled into the station and the PRCs mad rushed it, knocking down a couple of female staff who were trying to manage the crowd.
A male staff went forward and bodychecked some of the PRCs roughly, pushing them back roughly. One of the PRCs jumped the gantry to jump queue, and was caught and manhandled by a staff member and pushed back. He was also ordered to join the queue. After a bit of back and forth, the PRC guy decided he wouldn’t win and let loose some choice expletives as he proceeded to the back to queue up. The scene was very rowdy and the girls feared that a fight would break out.
I could understand Cantonese, so I understood what the staff commented about the PRCs, and it would make “Burn his house, beat his mama.” sound like a compliment. More trams came and went, and we found ourselves at the front now. I positioned myself at the back, so if anyone tried to push or shove us, they would get a sharp elbow in retaliation. More staff arrived to help control the crowd.
The next tram pulled into the station and the moment the doors opened, the PRCs from behind surged forward. One guy behind me pressed his arm against my back, and received a sharp elbow to the side of his ribs. Another put his foot forward and bore down on me with his weight, and received a heel to the toes. I could see Ann and Yivonne flailing elbows around as well, getting solid hits and the PRCs around us toned down somewhat, cursing and swearing but no longer pushing us.
We took up a corner beside the door at the other side, and I had a staredown with a middle-aged PRC man who gingerly rubbed his ribs. Probably the onw who elbowed me. He spat on the floor and cursed in mandarin. I continued to stare at him. Midway in the trip, he gave up and started complaining about Hong Kong to his family, saying that the people are rude savages. I couldn’t help but smile at the irony.
We exited the theme park, and queued up for a bus back to the city center. Dinner that night was one of the must-goes for roasted goose, Yat Lok restaurant. The moment we got down the bus, we made our way over and we saw a short queue outside the restaurant and joined the queue. As we waited, the queue got longer and longer. It was finally our turn and we headed in to take a seat.
Each of us had a goose drumstick, and We ordered roasted pork belly to share, as well as some vegetables. Yat Lok’s roast goose leg was damn delicious. The moment it was served, you can see the juices that ooze out from the goose when it was chopped. The skin was crispy to the max, and the thin layer of fat underneath the skin melts in your mouth and compliments the meat. The meat itself was flavourful, but most importantly, it was tender and juicy. This one beats the one we had on the first day hands down. Not even a fair fight.
Next we tried the roast pork belly. Yat Lok’s roast pork was good, but we felt that the one we had on day one was more flavourful. But in terms of the meat texture and the crispiness of the crackling, they are on par.
As we ate, an asian lady of about late 30s sat down beside me. She was dressed well, kind of like someone with a high position in some company. She wore a white blouse, and beige matching jacket and skirt. As she waited for her food, she listened to our conversation.
Lady: Hi, my name is Irene. I cant help but noticed that you all speak with a Singaporean accent. Are you Singaporeans?
Her English was perfect, and sounded British in fact. We were rather surprised and we answered her in the positive.
Irene: Ah ok. Hahaha. I spent a couple of years working in Singapore, and was fascinated with the way you all talk, with all the lahs and lehs and lors. Hahaha…
Me: Oh, I see.. You speak English really well by the way.
Irene: Ah.. yes, I was born in Hong Kong, had the priviledge to study in an international school here, before I went to Cambridge for my Bachelor’s and Master’s, then I came back to Hong Kong to work.
Irene’s food arrived, and as we ate, we chatted with her. She told us about how she tried durian for the first time in Singapore, and though it smelled disgusting to her initially, she grew to like the taste. I couldn’t really concentrate much on the conversations though. Throughout dinner, I felt Irene’s calf rubbing against mine slowly. I tried to ignore it, but it was persistent. I took a good look at her. She wasn’t wearing any rings on her wedding finger, which told me she was probably single. She had a smile on her face, but it was a knowing smile. She knows I know she was playing footy with me.
We finished our meal and paid up, then we bade Irene goodbye as we left. I was the last to walk past Irene, and she pinched my butt as I left. She smiled and winked at me as I looked back. We made our way back to our hotel and we took turns to shower. It was a wrap for the night in regards to group activities, and now it’s our own free and easy time.
As Ann showered, I messaged Kim. She had a long day as well, bring her guests to shop around in Orchard Road, and had high tea and a scrumptious dinner. The guests than drop by at a bar and drank a lot. It’s a good thing that Rhee did not drink as much, and was still sober enough to help support both older men home. I hoped Rhee hadn’t made any moves on her, and she replied that Rhee was being a gentleman so far, and although he had gone to talk to her and reminisced about the past, he hadn’t made any moves, so asked me not to worry.
Ann snucked up on me and wrapped her arms around me, as Yivonne went to shower. I could smell Ann’s shampoo and she kissed me on my neck softly.
Ann: Is that Kim?
Me: Yup, she’s going to bed already.
Ann: Anything happened between her and Rhee?
Me: Not that she mentioned. Why?
Ann: Just asking… who knows, maybe old flames will ignite…
Me: Kim is not that kind of girl…
Ann got up and walked to the closet to pick out her sleepwear.
Ann: Hopefully not… Then again, I don’t have a lot of faith in humans… Afterall, it was so easy to corrupt her and open her world to group sex…
Me: That’s because she trusts us…
Ann slipped on her teddy, and she sat down on the bed, smiling at me. She hugged MiniJun tight and gave it a kiss. I fished out a can of beer and drank it. Ann put MiniJun aside and crawled up to me, then she massaged my shoulders softly.
Ann: Don’t get upset, Jun. I’m just curious. Afterall, it’s not like you don’t know that I love you. I just don’t want to be the last to find out that you are single finally and miss out the chance to win your heart.
Me: I know.
Ann: Don’t angry with me k? I give you massage.
As Ann rubbed away, I felt some of my tiredness leave me, and my mood lifted. Soon, Yivonne came out of the shower, and it was my turn. After my shower, I came out and saw Ann and Yivonne watching TV while drinking beer. I joined them. At 10pm, Ann’s stomach growled.
Ann: Hehehe…. I’m hungry…
Yivonne: I’m also a bit hungry…
Ann: Want to eat supper?
Yivonne: Sure!
Both of them turned and looked at me.
Me: What? I’m not the one who is hungry…
Ann: Pleaaasssseeee? I’m not dressed decently…
She flapped the hems of her transluscent teddy, and I could see her pussy, breasts and nipples clearly under the material.
Yivonne: Me neither…
Yivonne was only wearing a red g-string.
Ann: Yeah… you can just put on a berms and t-shirt then go out and buy…
Me: Wah lau….
Yivonne: Jun, please? We’ll reward you later?
Ann smiled. I got up, then dressed up and headed out. Thankfully, the corner shop was still open, and I ordered dried beef hor fun to take away, and while waiting, I had craving for the roasted pork belly and suckling pig from the restaurant, so I went to take away some as well.
The girls were waiting eagerly when I opened the door, and they laid some papers on the bed and I set the food down. The moment the packet of dried beef hor fun was opened, its aroma filled our room. It smelled heavenly! The girls wowed and took immediately took bites of the hor fun. We had a very very satisfying supper and we drank some more beer to wash it all down.
We disposed of the empty packing and cleared the bed, then watched TV as we drained our beers. I had stripped back to my boxers. As soon as the show was done, we turned off the TV and I prepared for sleep, but the girls wouldn’t let me. Ann slipped behind me and massaged my shoulders again.
Ann: I think Jun forgot that we owe him a massage for helping us get supper.
Yivonne: Indeed…
Yivonne pulled my boxers down and reached for my dick with her hands, stroking it gently. As it hardened, she began to rub it up and down softly, gently. I felt the soft touches of her hands, teasing my dick. She trailed her fingernails gently across my foreskin. Then her smooth and slender fingers gently trailed the entire length of my dick.
Ann did a good job on my shoulders. I felt the knots slowly unraveled and my shoulders felt more relaxed. She gently pressed her body against mine, and I felt her twin mounds against my back. Holding my head gently, she turned it to the side to face her, and she kissed me.
Yivonne repositioned herself, and she now lay down on the bed with her head at my crotch. She guided my rock hard dick into her mouth and she sucked and licked it like a lollipop, making popping noises. Her tongue painted the shaft of my dick, and then ran circles around the tip. Her hands gently massaged my balls. Then she tried to deepthroat me, but wasn’t able to take it in fully. She kept trying though, and gagged a few times. In the end, she gave up and just blew me normally.
Ann continued dueling my tongue with hers. My tongue parried hers, and she did a quick riposte with hers. Her hands held my head with more desire now, her fingers running along the sides of my head to my chin, then back up again. Our kisses became more and more intense. We were sucking the souls out of each other figuratively.
I felt an aching in my groin, and the muscles started to tense up. I couldn’t break off the kissing with Ann, and I let out a muffled moan. I tried to hold back, but Yivonne kept blowing me quickly, her hands gripping my shaft and rubbing as well. I tensed up as I blew my load into Yivonne’s waiting mouth. She refused to let go of my dick, keeping her suction on and blowing me still. Then with a long suck and a pop, and a lick of her tongue, she released my dick from her mouth. Ann released me and went over to kiss Yivonne, sharing the cum with her. I lay back down on the bed, spent, and the 2 girls joined me one on each side again, hugging me. They had shared the cum and both had swallowed and licked their lips. Withing minutes, we drifted off to a blissful sleep.
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ANowhereMan
Hi Bro,
Hahahhaha. Reminds me of a funny story.
I remember once I had to visit the MO at camp. Was a reservist MO, my batch I believe as he didn’t seem too old, but had a very strong “i am a doctor so I am smarter then you” tone. Long story short, his tone became soft when he saw my watch on my wrist. Ended up trying to TCSS and asking my profession.
Maybe he wants to go private and need funding.
Aiya, all human, no need to show who have the bigger cock lah.
As above, so Below.
Rgds
In life, especially in Singapore, there are a lot of people who like to flaunt their material wealth in an attempt to one-up others. Personally, i hate to do that. What is more important to me is that you be a man of principle. Honour your word, have integrity, and don’t go around showing off. It is also perfectly fine to appreciate intricate material things like fine watches, antique collections, art pieces, cars, bikes, whatever floats your boat if you can afford it. I buy things like these because i appreciate it, not for the purpose of showing off. But at the same time, if someone tries to use their material items to muscle me off, i’ll match them in their game if i have the tools to.
There was one party that i went to, and this acquaintance came up me and a couple of other mutual friends, then he started to show off his watch. It was a pretty nice Franck Muller Master, and he was going on and on about the material, is the best material, the movement, is the best movement, the styling, is the best styling etc etc. like Trump. All it took to demolish him was “Do you know what movement is being used in that watch?” Immediately, his face showed panic and he tried to smoke his way through. Such guys don’t know how to appreciate watches. They only know it’s expensive, it must be good, and i can show it off.
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beloving
Have been quietly reading this story. Seems like TS is now a successful Real Estate agent with a fine collection of 3 watches in his portfolio.
More than 3 watches, the rest ‘belong’ to my wife. Only way i can get away with buying more watches. =P