I just did not believe my luck. On my last business trip to the US, I scored on 2 Japanese air stewardess, one on the onward trip and the other on the return trip.
I was flying to the US on a Japanese airline. To prepare myself for the time difference, I always control my sleeping routine during the flight. There will be a time during the flight that I try to keep myself awake and do some stretching exercises around the galley area. This time, it happened when the cabin lights are off and most of the passengers are already sleeping.
I was standing around the galley/toilet area when one of the air stewardess on duty walked pass. She asked my something in Japanese and I replied in English that I cannot speak Japanese.
“ Can I help you with anything, sir?”
“I’m fine, I’m just stretching out and trying to control my sleep to get over the time difference.”
“You go to (name of US city) for business?”
“Yes.”
“Is this your first time there?”
“Yes. Do you have any information about the city? Places of interest, shopping?”
“Oh, it’s my first time there also. I was going to ask if you can show me around.”
Now that’s an opportunity! I looked at her. Many of the other stewardess on this flight are a bit older but this one is young. She is quite tall, about 170 cm, with her heels. I reckon she’s about 165 cm. Long legs, good figure, sweet face, but small boobs. Probably A cup. But what the heck, she is good enough for me!
“Only first time? How long have you been flying?”
“About 1 year only.”
“Well, how long will you be stopping over after this assignment?”
“2 days.”
“So, you have time to look around. Where do your colleagues usually go during the stop-over? What do they usually do?”
“I know they go shopping. Do up their nails.”
“How about we explore the city together? I look for you after I checked into my hotel.”
“Which hotel are you staying?”
“Downtown, near the shopping district. How about you?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t know.”
“Give me your mobile number. I’ll call you after I checked in.”
She gave me her number!
Once at the airport, I collected all the brochures I can lay my hands on about the city. (forgot to mention that my flight arrived at 8:00 am) Read them on the way to the hotel. Once I checked in, I made the call.
“Hello, Fumi?” (of course, I got her name) “I’m ready. How about you? How soon can you meet?”
“My colleagues are going to town for shopping.”
“Good, how about we meet at (landmark). It’s in town where the shopping is. Call me when you are there. We’ll have lunch together.”
“OK.”
We had lunch, and I suggested we do some light shopping for the rest of the day and go sight-seeing the next, since she might be tired after her work. She agreed.
I brought her to all the branded goods store Japanese like to go.
“I thought you said this was your first time here, T, but you seem to know your way around so well.” (thanks to SAF map reading and topo training!)
“Heh, I did my homework. With someone so pretty, I got to make her happy.”
She smiled.
“So, you shall be my girlfriend for today and tomorrow?”
She smiled, again.
I reached out to hold her hands. She accepted my hand, then after awhile, she latched onto my arms, like a girlfriend would. Wow!
At the Coach store, she spotted something and I offered to buy for her.
“That’s not cheap, T. I don’t need it.”
“You like it?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m buying for my girl.”
“Thank you, T. You’re so sweet.”
“You tired?”
“A bit.”
“My hotel is near here. Why don’t we go leave the shopping bags there and have a little rest before dinner?”
“OK.”
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trainee1964
At the Coach store, she spotted something and I offered to buy for her.
“That’s not cheap, T. I don’t need it.”
“You like it?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m buying for my girl.”
“Thank you, T. You’re so sweet.”
“You tired?”
“A bit.”
“My hotel is near here. Why don’t we go leave the shopping bags there and have a little rest before dinner?”
“OK.”
will u buy if it is LV?? anyway how much is coach bag??
cos if ex then might aswell save for FL bonking
To brothers justwanadoit and zzzzzzz07,
I don’t find LV in the US. Coach is quite common, but it also cost me like US$300.
Anyway, it’s just a gift to a friend. At the time, I really had no other intentions. I was not looking for any payback.
Also, to whoever zapped me and telling me to get a life, please, if you don’t like the story, so be it. I don’t go around zapping people for writing a story that others enjoy reading.
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trainee1964
To brothers justwanadoit and zzzzzzz07,
I don’t find LV in the US. Coach is quite common, but it also cost me like US$300.
Also, to whoever zapped me and telling me to get a life, please, if you don’t like the story, so be it. I don’t go around zapping people for writing a story that others enjoy reading.
US $300 isn’t expensive when you convert to Yen. She really thinks US$300 is not cheap?
Getting zapped and upped is part and parcel of being a story writer. Don’t be so angry. If your story is good, your points will be higher than what those people can zap. Example, I can up you 6 points or down you 3 points. So if I up you 6 points, you will need 2 person of my points to down you. Even then, you are back to square 1 only. You will not have lesser points ya? Better write fast so people don’t zap you for delaying the story. Cheers.
“Thank you, T, thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I said I will take good care of you.”
We snuggled up and lied there for like 30 minutes.
“It’s past dinner time, Fumi. Shall we just call for room service?”
“OK.”
We called for room service and then showered together. Just like to say, I love Japanese woman. They treat their man like king. This shower session is like no other. The usual HC fare is nothing compared to this.
After dinner. We snuggled up at the sofa, watching TV.
“Do you need to go back to your hotel, Fumi? Can you stay tonight?”
“I can stay. If you want, I am all yours tonight, T.” And she practically threw herself at me.
What can I say, man. I pulled her head closed and we frenched.
This time, both our hands started working.
This time, Fumi is no longer shy. She is doing the work. She treated me to a great strip show followed by a great BJ. Of course, I responded. But she wanted to do the work. She rode me on the sofa, thoroughly enjoying herself.
Finally, we ended up with missionary on the sofa. We cleaned up after that and snuggled into bed, me whispering sweet nothings to her.
We spent the next morning visiting some sights and I sent her back to her hotel after lunch.
Hope brothers here enjoy this.
Here’s my response to some of the brothers comments:
Brother Xgenre, the US$300 is not really a lot to a Japanese girl. It’s not something she cannot afford, but my intention was not to try to impress her with the gift. Rather, it is more a token of sincerity. The amount is not big, but not small either.
Brother Angelsonline:
You are right. That is why I said I got really luck to score not one but two during my trip. Which is why I wanted to share this experience with all of you out there.
Here are some of my observations about the Japanese girls:
Unlike PRC MM, they are not out for our money or gifts. Japanese girls are not cheap.
“Feel” is important. There needs a certain chemistry for this to work. I really don’t know how to describe this but on both occasions (the 2nd one too), there is chemistry. I just get to “feel” something is going to happen.
The girls may be counting us as a score, and bragging to their friends. In the case of Fumi, this may be especially so, because she is new and now has something to talk about when she gets back to her colleagues.
Some brother here may not believe, but I did not harbour any intentions in the beginnings. I believe if I have, the girls will see through it, and I will not succeed.
Japanese girls love English-speaking foreigners. I can see the way their expression changed when they spoke to me in Japanese and I replied in English that I know no Japanese. After comments from some brother here, I start to feel my may have been their kill instead.
So much for now, and I’ll return later with encounter number two.
Lucky you! I nearly got one, a SQ stewardess, on my way to Osaka last year. Everything went well on the flight and we chatted. She even asked for my number and wanted to give her mine in exchange until my fucking female colleagues commented very loudly that “Hey, you are a married man, don’t con other girls huh!” I was so fucking pissed and there goes my fantasy. Still feel damn pissed when i think about it now.
Talking about luck, I was really, really lucky on this business trip. Besides the two scores, on my return trip, I was told the economy class was full and that I was upgraded to business.
On business class, there are more stewardesses. Each stewardess is assigned to take care of only 3 rows of passengers. And the one looking after me was a looker. Again, it started off with her talking to me in Japanese and me answering in English. Sorry, dear, I’m not Japanese. Again, I feel the change in her body language after that.
One thing I forgot to mention in my last story is that all the stewardess only have their surname shown on their name tags. There’s only an initial for the first name. Brothers familiar with Japanese culture will know that to be able to get their first name would be to be in scoring range. You don’t call them on their first name unless you are very close to them. Anyway, I cannot remember her last name, it’s quite a mouthful. But, like Fumi before, I managed to get her first name later - Kanae.
This time, things again started around the galley during lights out. But it did not start with Kanae. Another stewardess was walking pass during my stretching session and the same questions: “Do you need anything, sir?”
This one was quite chio too, so I tried to carry on the conversation: “I will be transiting at Narita for 4 hours. Can you recommend any place I can go or anything things I can do to while away the time?” Unfortunately, her English was not that good, and it took me quite some time to make her understand what I was trying to say. All this while, Kanae walked pass us a couple times and I can see her looking our way, not the usual kind of look. As if she is envious of her colleague. So, I decided to let this girl off and waited for Kanae to come around again.
A little description of Kanae. She is not as young and sweet as Fumi, but she has a better proportionate body (Fumi was on the thin side), and probably B to C cup boobs. She is about 160 cm with her heels on.
When Kanae comes around again, I smiled and asked her: “Excuse me, but I have a little problem communicating with your colleague. I hope you can give me some information and advise.”
“Oh, how can I help?”
“Well, I am going to transit at Narita for 4 hours. Is there anything I can do or anywhere I can go?”
“4 hours? Do you want to go to town?”
“But the journey to and from town would be 3 or more hours. What’s the point?”
“Oh, you been to Tokyo before?”
“Yes, I know my way around. I cannot speak Japanese but I am Chinese and I know Kanji.”
“Aah. So,so. 4 hours, huh?”
And the conversation continues…. (come on brothers, you don’t want to hear all this crap, right? I’ll cut this short!)
During the conversation, I also took the opportunity to complement on her ‘good’ English:”You know, your English is much better than your colleague just now, you can understand what I say and talk to me.” She smiled, feeling proud and superior to her colleague. She’s taking the bait.
As the engine noise was quite loud, and I deliberately lower my voice a little, so that she will have to lean forward to listen to what I say. And I managed to get her to come closer and closer. I cornered her at the bulkhead just beside the toilet, and seeing nobody around, I caught hold of her left hand. My right hand going round her waist.
Some brothers may be thinking that I am too bold here and am putting myself at risk. But at the time, I just had this feeling this is going to work. This is the right time to make a move, to strike. Like I said, instinct. And, I was right, no struggle. She was shy I can see, but she squeezed closer towards my body, as if she is waiting for this.
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trainee1964
I cornered her at the bulkhead just beside the toilet, and seeing nobody around, I caught hold of her left hand. My right hand going round her waist.
You are the man. This is damn dangerous.
If she don’t like it, you will see policeman waiting for you when the plane door opens. Happens enough if you have friends working in airlines. Touching them on the plane is a big taboo. Cos air stewardess gets molested from time to time. If she screams, it’s hard for you to prove your innocence, given the prevalence of molest cases in the air.
A very bold move, bro. But Japanese ladies are generally very accommodating. I think it this disposition that gave you courage to touch them.