Bros, a real story from this Friday night.
A night of beers with 2 bros was followed with a nice overnight session with the cute, mid 20’s pinay waitress who was serving us. She had a heavy but perky pair of 36dd’s which were successfully fondled not too long after meeting
Story of our naughty night out to follow…
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Originally Posted by
imodel
2 on 1? wow
Just me so. 1 on 1 .. Both my other bros went home to their wives. Im recently single after gf moved oseas for study
Sorry bros for the delay, had a family emergency ,, now thnkfully all ok.
Thanks for your support and understanding ,, been wanting to write this down as sooon as possible.. here goes..
My two bros (Melvin, John) and myself, Mike (name changed), decided to catch up for drinks and dinner on Friday 16th May night.
I have been traveling a lot for work and haven’t seen these guys for a while. The last I saw Melvin was at his wedding in November, and John, one of my best friends since Primary, not seen since a new year’s party 5 over months ago.
Both guys worked around CBD and they knew a place nearby which was pretty informal - an outdoor upscale hawker center concept with different food, some local, thai, japanese, indian and a nice bar with plenty of different beers on tap. Chill out with some bros, catch up, maybe go late or not.. I was pretty chill since no work commitment on Saturday (plus I was staying at a hotel since the company was covering the expense, rather than stay with the parents)
My now ex girlfriend and I were no longer an item (she moved overseas to begin a summer program in the US, before a 2 year Masters starting in Sept, so we decided to part ways since she wants to work in the US too). I had been resisting the temptation to ‘go on the rebound’ and out sharking for rebound pussy, since I had been actually enjoying the freedom and peace of single life for about 2 weeks. And work was pretty busy..
So we walk up to the place around 7pm. It’s outdoors on a side street from a main road, with seating on the pavement and the food stalls laid out “hawker” style under a roof, but a bit more atas, with prices around $8-$9 for a starter dish, $12+ for a main, and quality beers on tap from around the world. Most of the diners were white collar office workers out with colleagues, or hip young people out with their friends. It was mostly just the chatter of the diners and wait staff of the place, as the street was quiet. Just a quiet cafe next door and shophouses with offices mostly closed for the day.
We took a seat, three bros in regular office gear. I looked around, most of the waitresses were pretty cute, early 20’s, a mix of local chio girls of different races and cute pinays. They were either in a black collared golf shirt and matching black pants with the restaurant name blazoned along the front, or in short black shorts or pants and fitted white tanktops. Not fitted as in “Hooters” tight, but general casual white spaghetti strap tanktops There were also 2 guy servers in the black golf shirt and pants.
The golf shirt servers seemed to be the managers and the waitresses were the girls in the fitted white tanktops taking the orders for the most part. My mind and sight drifted between rating the girls mentally in my head, to catching the replay of the City vs West Ham (still down as an LFC fan) to listening and chatting with my bros about work and family life.
With my mind momentarily fixated on the football, a soft, pleasant voice with an unmistakeable pinay accent:
A: “Yes sir, can I take your order?”
The voice was behind me, with Melvin and John gazing up, fixated with a “happy look” in their eyes on whoever was standing behind me.
I turned back, away from the screen, to answer. And wow, what a sight!
This pinay waitress was about 5'5 in height, sparkly blue eyes (clearly contacts), with a perfect, bright white smile, a light tan, long slender arms, with a well fitted white tanktop that showed a very significant amount of cleavage, from what looked like a heavy pair of breasts. She wasn’t supermodel thin, but a perhaps “Beyonce” curvy.. so yeah, it was love at first sight for all 3 of us. Her black shorts also were well fitted to a smooth pair of lightly tanned legs.
I have a bit of an armpit thing so I subtly checked out her pits. They were smooth, caramel coloured with no hint of hair shadow from what i could see.
Since we hadn’t looked at the food menu, we just ordered a round of Tiger on tap. I’ll admit it’s rare that I get a boner from a ‘first sight’ , but this pinay waitress did get me excited.
A: “Ok sir, three Tiger beer. Thank you sir”
John Melvin and I just raised an eyebrow at each other. Knowing, without words, that all three of us were captivated by her cleavage, John in his usual “too cool” manner says
J: Not really my type lah , but dam fine boobs
Melvin and I laughed.
M: Well only Mike can play now lah.. married boys can only look see look see! What do you say, D cups easy right?
J: Easy lah, double D’s easily also.
I laughed. My first priority was a cool pint of Tiger before we could get to other matters of business. But I looked over at her getting our beers, leaning over the counter slightly, but just enough to give us more real estate on those tits, I was definitely looking forward to further analysis from both bros.
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She walked over with our beers on a tray. I was now turned back (away from the football and towards the bar), pretending NOT to try to ogle her breasts for jiggle factor. Her chest pillows were slightly obscured by the 3 golden pints of beer in front of her (not the worst sight in the world).
She leaned forward (yes, too easy) cleavage in view as she bent over to lay our glasses on the roundtable we were sitting around.
I could feel the ’eyes’ of bros at nearby tables sneaking an innocent look see at her cleavage. Something in me decided to go past the initial “thank you” and strike up a conversation
M: So, umm, where are you from?
A: *Turning to me, smiling* I am from Cebu in the Phil’pines. How about you?
M: Oh, me, I’m , umm, local boy here, along with my two guys. That’s John and Melvin. But I live in KL and travel here for work.
Both bros, half smirking at my clumsy attempt to make some conversation, half playing along, extended their hands and shook hands with her.
I was hoping for some wingman help from my married friends, but nothing was forthcoming, so I continued…
M: And, your name is? …
A: I am Angeline. Nice to meet you.
She extended her hand. Remembering flirting 101, I decided to do the “extended handshake” and held her hand a few seconds more.
M: Nice to meet you Angeline. How do you like Singapore?
A: Oh, it’s lovely, I miss my hometown, but the people are so nice and polite, especially the customers here. I am studying at home to do law but need to earn money first. But I …. oh, sorry sir, I have to leave for a moment..
A customer at another table was calling her over for the bill and she left mid conversation.
As she went to the bar area for the bill, we changed gears, back to talking about married life for Melvin and John’s new job. It was nice to sit back with bros over a nice beer, on a warm evening.
As we got to the end of pint #1, the conversation turned to the waitresses and rating each one. John was married to a lovely, tall, chio local Chinese accountant who could pass for a model if she chose.. maybe it’s a married man thing but he was eyeing the slightly chubbier, curvier fruits on offer.. maybe a thing of the grass is greener once you are bonking a long legged ex netballer.
Melvin was eyeing the taller pinay and Chinese girls, maybe again because his wife was slightly shorter at 5'1, cute, lovely face but smaller build. My thing is usually boobs and face, so our server was the pick of the staffs for me.
I found myself looking over at her, as she moved from table to table. Our 2nd round of beers and some light makan was brought courtesy one of the male wait staff. As the liquid courage increased, I wondered if I should make further conversation with her. Since I had worked in F&B when young, I knew sharing personal details with a customer’s wasn’t always best SOP.
But I was feeling horny after two beers. And I wanted to see those pinay tits… even if it took extraordinary measures.
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(bros, sorry for the time away, making up for lost time now)
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The football had ended, so my mind was revolving around the cool, refreshing and slight high feeling of Tiger #2 .. this was intermingled with thoughts of how Angeline’s tits looked .. were they heavy? Same dark caramel colour as her skin tone? She looked eurasian pinay so perhaps her nipples were a lighter brown? Did those huge neh nehs have large areloas too?
These useless thoughts were interrupted by my random opinions on the property market, which John and Melvin were discussing intently. We were talking work now and John’s new job was in property. He was talking about undervalued buy opportunities in Bangkok because of the protests and I agreed and came up with some random logic about the entire nation being undervalued, Phuket, etc etc, so maybe with more cash go and buy.
Just as the conversation was about to get another level more boring, Angeline was back, standing in front of us. She had hair cut in a bob-style, straight dark brown hair that rested lightly on her shoulders, and gently curved around slightly to the curvature of her defined chin, a little like a ‘greek style’ military helmet of ancient times.
A: Sir, can I get you another round of drinks? *Smiling looking from me to Melvin to John* She was standing up while we were in our seats, beers almost finished on the low round coffee table.
Even though her hair wasn’t too long, she started pulling her hair back with one hand to adjust it away from her face. In doing so, by moving her right hand to her left side, her boob lifted slightly as she revealed her smooth girly caramel armpit to me as well. I can’t explain it, but my little guy “grew up” at exactly the moment my eyes feasted on her armpit, one of my little fetishes. And my mind… maybe under the influence of beers… moved to the idea of those pits, how they smelled and tasted after a hot night’s work .. all in a split second. They may have even been a brief flicker of a though of how her areloas would taste after a day at work.
I reset quickly, back in to the present. John, probably eyeing the curvier contrast to his slim, tall wife, was making small talk.
J: So you are here with your family?
A: Oh no sir, just me alone. I have friends here though
J: Are you married?
A: Oh no sir, not married yet. I wish to complete my education.
M: But you must have many men wanting to marry you!
Melvin, when he gets a little high, is like that old uncle (relative) who speaks his mind and freely compliments women to the point of awkward cringing from all the younger people around. John was doing a good job of being a wingman, and I thought, just then, Melvin had pretty much scared her away.
But to my surprise, Angeline replied playfully:
A: No, lah. Sir, handsome men like you do not ask me to marry them!
J: Well, me and him (pointing to Melvin) have a ball and chain. But this boy (pointing to me) free and easy. Maybe you ask him!
Me: *Laughing* My bros are very kind to me Angeline.
A: You are very handsome sir. I thought maybe you are from the Ph’pines also since you look mixed.
Me: Most of my family is Malay, but I also have some Japanese and European relatives so that’s why. Maybe if you get us our next round of Tiger with a smile, I might give you my number!
I was surprised .. normally never so smooth in speaking with a pretty girl, especially after a couple of beers. But she laughed at that last line
A: As long as my boss doesn’t see!
And she turned and left to get our drinks.
We all laughed.
M: She likes you. You should get that number of hers.
J: *in a playful tone* You may need some love after ending things with Charmaine (my ex) …
I laughed, and looked back. I was a little anxious/hurt to see another waitress bringing our beers over. A cute one too, but slender, smaller, probably A-cup tits, chio local SYT, probably part time working between uni/poly studies.
Angeline was at the cash counter. Looked like she was reconciling some paperwork or bills, so was temporary away from serving duty.
It was Friday night. I knew my hotel was booked only still sunday, and then checkout early morning and fly to KL sunday morning. If I wanted to see Angeline’s pinay tits in all their glory and satisfy my grown up little guy, it had to be tonight. I didn’t know this girl that well, and chances are wouldn’t see her again for a while due to work. Plus Saturday night was a family dinner for me, so once again, no chance to see her.
I decided to make my move. I stood up on pretext of going towards the restroom, which was just next to the cash counter.
She was standing to the side, so she could see me walking over when she turned to her immediate left.
She smiled over, I smiled back. I stopped, body language still facing towards the restroom as though I was heading there, but turning face to speak to her.
M: So what time do you finish work tonight Angeline?
I was a little high from the two beers, but making every effort not to look down at her inviting cleavage in that white tanktop.. I settled on sneaking a peak at her armpits as she counted out cash for the register.
A: Oh, close at 9:30 pm sir. Only half an hour, so starting closing now.
M: That’s true, only half an hour. And do you have any plans afterwards? My friends have to go home to their families, so maybe we can grab a coffee? I am staying at the ***** hotel nearby.
A: Oh, that is very kind sir, but I have to go home with my friend Grace. We share a room together and so we meet after our work.
She started scribbling something down on a piece of paper and slipped it to me close to the other pile of papers on the counter, so it didn’t stand out.
A: That is my number sir. Do not tell the boss. My day off is Sunday. Maybe we can meet that day?
I smiled and slipped her number into my pants pocket.
M: Thank you Angeline, but there is a slight problem… I am….
A: (interrupting me mid-sentence) You have a girlfriend sir? …. You must have I think..
Her eyes went from being lively and bubbly to being a little anxious as she uttered those words. But they were cute, growing bigger with the anxiety, like puppy dog eyes. Putting her paperwork/bills down, she started adjusting her hair slowly, anxiously, revealing both her armpits to me, only thickening the boner in my pants that was already half erect. I turned just a little more towards the restroom to conceal any sign of a bulge.
M: (Laughing, playing it cool while fixating my eyes unashamedly on her armpits , then up to her eyes) No, no.. I don’t have a girlfriend, not anymore. Recently single. I was about to say, I have to go to Malaysia on Sunday early, so cannot meet that day lah.
I had to devise some way to meet up and hook up with her after work… the idea came up… just offer her a little cash.. I had just closed a client deal so why not reward myself with a pair of big pinay tits?
But that seemed a little too sleazy.. but then again, not beyond me
M: When did you eat dinner?
A: Have not lah, only ate something at 4pm, then start work.
M: How about I buy you dinner? At the ***** hotel?
It was a nice 5 star hotel. And she seemed interested. She looked over, and hurriedly replied.
A: Ok, ok, can. Where shall I meet you?
M: Meet me at the hotel lobby at 10pm (I would have told her to meet in the room for mutual room service, but remembered it needed a room card to go up the lift)
A: Ok, my boss is coming, can you text me so I have your number?
M: Ok can.
My heart leapt as I continued on to complete my journey to the restroom. After completing my urinal business, washed hands and then reached for the slip of paper in my pocket
M: *texting* 847****31… “Angeline, its mike, see u 10pm, lobby of ***hotel”
I had to get the text done so as not to be distracted by my champ bros. Now on round 3.
I walked out of the restroom. She was no longer at the cash counter, but back on serving and clearing duty. A couple of the food stall outlets had switched off their lights.
I sat back down at the table
John: You have a good chat with her (smirking as he sipped his beer)
Me: Yeah lah, just a little small talk
J: Yeah, she was flirting with you lah
M: (I decided not to tell my bro that I would be buying her dinner and tried to change the subject) .. yeah lah, still got the touch with the ladies! So you planning any trips overseas?
And the conversation continued… at about 9:40, with the shutters going up, I noticed Angeline was no longer around. John Melvin and I were still conversing but I decided to make a move towards the hotel.
I looked at my phone. Text from “Angeline: ok, c u there”
Pulling out a $100 bill
Me: Bros, drinks on me tonight. I gotta run, got some work to catch up on.
J: Eh, wah, Michael, today Friday lah. What business you need to do today?
I was so much wanting to tell him what my real business was… but if Angeline didn’t show up at the hotel, it would be pretty silly. So I just stuck to my work line and said I had to go.
M: Ok bro, good to see you again.. you go have fun whlle u single ah. If Angeline come around I tell her call you ok!
Again, Melvin, classic uncle line. And again I did not want to jinx my meeting in case she DID come back and my dear bros decide to play a prank.
All 3 of us stood up, shook hands and I walked out.
9:50… my hotel, in the CBD was about a 15 minute walk. Would she show up? Was dinner with me enough of a draw to bring her out? This was completely new territory for me.. but I wanted to see those big pinay titties tonight..
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humbly thank u bros for the points upz.
will write more v. soon as now have more free time
and also while my memory of the finer, explicit details r still clear
Bro lotsfits80 and others
To help give you a visual, girl on the far right in pink:
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with haircut like this:
contd..
I knew I was running late, but I decided to stop at a bank machine and withdraw $500.
She seemed like a nice girl, a law student who spoke well.. I wanted to have cash on hand in case my charms weren’t enough to get her to show me her tits and (now a little horny and buzzed from the drinks) spread her caramel thighs wide for my cock. Not usually my thing, but then again , all this was a very new scenario for me.
10:01pm: I’m about 200 meters from the hotel, and my phone buzzes with a text msg. I check.
A: (text msg) : wr r u? im in lobby of *** hotel.
I didn’t reply, but she was keen enough, eager enough, I thought, to send me a text message. Good sign. I would just reply to her by showing up in person.
I walked into the lobby, and spotted her sitting at a couch across from two ang moh male tourists. Both seemed to be checking her out… she was in her cleavage-y bar top white tanktop, but was wearing a light white petticoat above it and had changed into a pair of jeans.
I walked over and smiled - she noticed me walking over, smiled back and stood up and walked over.
I hugged her (seemed like the right thing to do) and she laughed and hugged me back, pressing those huge, heavy tits against my chest.
A: (playful tone and lightly punching my shoulder) You’re late sir! Maybe you aren’t good boyfriend material after all!
I laughed. Using words like “boyfriend” so soon.. I’m not a psycho-analyst, but that’s a good sign when a girl has such words on her mind.
M: (playfully wrapping my arm around her waist and replying) You just want a free dinner and you are hungry, that’s why you’re early! Most girls are never early for anything!
She almost seemed to have forgotten that she was meeting me for “dinner” (see previous episode for how we set up to meet)
A: Oh, yes, where will we go? It’s so late now, everyone’s kitchens are closed around here
M: (arm still around her waist, slowly walking towards the lifts to my room) … Don’t you worry about that (knowing I had 24 hour room service) … we will be able to arrange a nice dinner very soon.
We waited by the elevator.. a couple of well dressed local guys who were in the hotel for a wedding reception were checking her out as we waited. I still had my arm around her waist, and she wasn’t flinching in the least. I figured her earlier shyness / reticence was because she was at work and didn’t want to be seen flirting with customers in front of her boss.
All four of us got in. One of the guys kept peering over trying to sneak a “peek of her peaks” and cleavage, as I was doing only 2-3 hours earlier. They got off at level 4 and I was on level 27.
After they alighted on level 4, I said
M: Glad they’ve left (feeling a little liquid courage still buzzing)
A: Oh (smiling) why is that?
M: So I can do this
I turned and (she’s about 6 inches shorter than me) lowered my face to hers for a soft kiss. Nothing too heavy, so as not to freak her out.. but making intention clear that I was taking her up to my room to enjoy not just her wits but her body too.
She closed her eyes. And almost seemed to move forward, wanting the kiss to continue. The timing was perfect as we reached level 27.
We walked out together, as I led her forward, taking her hand in mine (liquid courage still going, I am trying to learn how to be this fearless without having 3 Tigers to start!)
Hand in hand, we walked up the corridor. She hadn’t voiced any doubts about this, or hesitation, so far. All systems go.
I decided to keep things interesting.
We got to my room. And we stood outside
M: Ok, Angeline, darling. I don’t bring strange women into my room, nor do I fuck on the first date
A: Hahaha! So you will just leave me out here?
Bingo! She was already committed to coming in… now just to try to really get her hot and eager (and hopefully save my money!!
)
M: Yes, that was my plan.
Leaning forward and bending slightly, I kissed her on the lips again. She didn’t resist. To escalate, I opened my mouth, tongue gently started pressing against her teeth. I opened my eyes, noticing her eyes were closed, and then went in for the full french kiss, tongue sliding into her mouth and tasting her for the first time while hers slipped into mine.
We exchanged spit outside my room for about 1 minute, tongues sweeping and swirling around each other’s.
I reached up and gently cupped one of her huge tits through her top. No resistance.. another good sign.
To keep the momentum going, I reached into my pocket for my room keycard… Our tongues parted and her eyes remained closed, mouth still just a little open.
As the door clicked open, she said
A: Sir, I don’t usually do this
M: I understand…
I smiled, gently taking her hand in mine and leading her into the room..
As the door closed, i slipped my shoes off, as did she. I gently turned her around to face the room, my hands on her curvy womanly shoulders.
A: Wow, sir, this is a very nice place! I am impressed!
I smiled, slipping her petticoat from her shoulders like a gentleman, hanging it up in the closet. Her cleavage was back in full view, with her walking around the room in her tanktop and jeans.
I imagined I would have a similar reaction if I was to feast my hungry eyes on those infinitely more impressive pinay boobs..
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With the first kiss out of the way, and having made my intention clear that I wasn’t just inviting up to my room to talk about the weather, I want to step towards making Angeline more relaxed. This of course, was to help her feel comfortable enough to take her top off and let me lick her massive tits.
She opened the entrance to the small balcony to check out the view of the city skyline. I hung back, and looked into the fridge to find a medium size bottle of french champagne I remembered was there (at #*&@# room minibar prices but luckily covered within company per-diem!). I also found two wine glasses (not champagne glasses) above the mini bar fridge.
She was looking out at the view of the city skyline, clearly impressed and enjoying it when I *popped* the bottle open. She turned, smiling as she walked back into the room from the balcony. I caught her cleavage jiggling with each step.
A: (as I poured both glasses) Sir, what is the occasion?
I debated whether to ask her “not” to call me “sir” anymore. However it sounded a little kinky, a little cute, so I left it for now.
M: (Handing her a glass.) To making new friends !
We clinked glasses , eyes fixed on each other’s, and took a long sip. I took her by the hand, and out to the balcony.. with the room windows of the neighbouring hotel fairly close by on the balcony. She looked up at me, smiling. Her teeth were bright white, beautifully straight, as I leaned forward in a semi public place to kiss her again and once again cupping her heavy right boob with my left hand.
With my tongue once again slipping into her mouth, we started making out again on the balcony. I squeezed her boob through her white tanktop. I felt her bra, but also that her tits were heavy but firm.
She was clearly loving going from 20 minutes ago serving people in an average bar to being 27 floors above the city in a 5 star hotel sipping champagne. There was no resistance to a random local guy, who 3 hours ago was being formal with her, feeling her tits up.
With my johnson getting hard, I went with the mood.
M: Ok, Angeline, bottoms up (drinking up my champagne)
A: (Laughing) No sir, I am already feeling too drunk on 3 sips!
M: I know you can do it!
She laughed and complied on my (very minimal) insistence and downed the rest of her champagne. She already had a cute little blushing glow, since her skin was a little lighter but still tan.
We walked back into the room, and laid our glasses on the table. While making out on a balcony was ok, Angeline’s tits were not for public viewing!
I kissed her again, tongue jamming into her mouth as we kissed harder and roughly. She was clearly turned on. I broke this kiss, reached down and lifted her tanktop up .. no resistance.. so I lifted it right off. Her black, lacey bra came into view, clearly a huge bra for a huge rack!
We kissed again, some more, with her moaning into my kisses. As we kissed, I reached back, unclipped her bra. Feeling a little aggressive, I removed the straps off her shoulders and firmly pulled her bra away from her body. Holding it in my hand and kissing her.
A: (breaking this kiss as I successfully unclipped her bra) Sir!
She was cutely, shyly trying to cover up her tits with her arms which were clearly too slender and hands too small to cover up her massive tits.
Her breasts were huge. As one of my American clients used to say “holy titties batman!” I looked at the bra for a sec, checking the label.
“DD 36”
Mmm…a natural DD Pinay rack.
Her jeans were still on, as I took one of her hands in mine, firmly, to reveal a large bare breast.
She shyly smiled, as I took her wrist in my other hand, pulling both her arms away from her breasts.
They were fully, heavy, with medium size light milk chocolate brown areolas and perky upturned nipples.
With both her wrists lightly in my grip, I gently pushed her backwards, back against a wall.
I lifted her arms up high, to reveal her armpits.. one of my fetishes. I eyed her smooth tanned armpit.
I gently kissed her mouth, and she replied with a hard kiss back. I pulled my mouth away, kissed her jaw, down to the right side of her neck, along her right shoulder and collar bone, kissing her bare, slightly sweaty armpit, which smelled womanly and flowery, felt soft against my tongue as I licked at it. It tasted extremely arousing intermixed with my beer and champagne on my tongue.
I moved down further, kissing the top of her heavy right breast.. her arms still raised up her and pressed against the wall. I moved my mouth down further, gently sucking on her areola and flickering my tongue slowly, wetly, over her voluptuous melon.
I let go of her other wrist, and roughly fondled her left breast. I palmed the globe, thumb rubbing over it as she moaned to my touch. She clearly had sensitive nipples.
With her hands free… I was especially happy that she started unbuttoning my office shirt while I sucked on her right tit and groped her left breast. A pair of 36DD’s are quite a handful and my cock was fully erect under my pants. This was my world record for taking a cute girl’s top off and not having to pay her to do it.
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