A Romanian Affair in Tokyo

[Watagreatguyami]

I have been reading SammyBoy Forum for a long time as a visitor, always reading quietly in the background. Never think of myself as much of a writer, but I do have some exciting encounters that i would like to share with all the brothers here. Brothers, if you like my story, do kindly up my points, hopefully i don't remain a newbie for long!

My Romanian affair happened probably around 4 years back, before Romania became a well known country in Singapore as a result of Silviu Ionescu, the Romanian Diplomat involved in the hit and run incident. As a regional sales person, I was responsible for the Japan market and had to travel to Tokyo once every 2 months. After all the meetings in the day, I usually would spend my time in my hotel room. The evenings could get quite boring, for those brothers who have been to Japan, you would know that most of the TV channels are in Japanese--and I don't really understand Japanese except for general terms like moshi moshi (hello hello) and chotto matte kudasai (please wait a moment).

Back then I was a meetic member, so when I am back in my hotel room, I would get onto the meetic website and do a search on the female meetic members in Tokyo that meets my personal criteria (less than 30 yrs old, living in Tokyo, blah blah blah). You could see from the website which members were online and and then try to chat them up. Brothers, if you think i was trying to convince a Jap gal to meet me in person after chatting with her for an hour? You must be nuts.

Anyway, on the first evening of chatting, I was already busy chatting with 3 Tokyo gals at one go. Oh, btw, I usually choose those gal profiles who are married and without a picture. brothers, you must think I am funny right? well, I also won't take the trouble to explain why I do so, but since there were no pictures, I had no idea how the person looks like initially. But after a bit of chatting, if we both feel comfortable about each other, we would then move our chat to msn or yahoo, and then exchange pics.

One of the three gal, lets just call her M and I were really striking it off in our conversation. My God, her english was really bad, so I thought that was the case for most Japanese, wasn't it? anyway, I found out quickly that she wasn't Japanese, but Romanian, she was married to a Japanese husband and working as a part-time model in Tokyo for a couple of years, no kids. As a foreigner, she didn't have much friends in Japan, and thus would spend alot of time on the internet chatting. Oh, since the husband didn't know English, she could chat watever she wanted and not worry about him. We quickly got acquinted and exchanged our pictures on yahoo. She also showed herself on webcam to me. Hmmmm, quite a sweet lady, petite, long, black hair bundled up pony-tail style (Damn, the real mediterranean look and my type of gal). Damn, when you are chatting, you easily lose track of time, we basically started chatting at around 8pm and it was already 2am when we decided to call it a night.

Even though I knew there was little chance of actually meeting up in person, I decided to pop the question.

"Hey M, thanks for chatting with me all night. I really enjoyed it. You know what, I am staying in xxx Hotel in Akasaka, and I will be free from 2pm tomorrow afternoon. are you interested to meet for afternoon tea? there is a sky lounge on the top floor of my hotel and it has a fantastic view of the whole Tokyo city"

Always good to stay in a nice 5-star hotel in a good location in Tokyo. M paused for a while,

"OK, I can take a bus to your hotel, will arrive there at 3pm, shall we meet in the lobby?" she wrote in her broken english.


To be Continued......

[io33]

interesting.

please continue.

camper reporting for duty.

[gambit76]

Camper no 2. reporting...

[Absynthe]

Nice intro, now waiting for the actions to start. Thanks for sharing bro.

[eeemen]

Interesting encounters! Another camper here , cheers ................

[tigerprawn]

Great story! Romania girls are HOT and passionate! :-)

[Watagreatguyami]

Good morning all Brothers, thank you for all the encouragement. Allow me to make some clarifications before I continue my story. For various reasons, I am unable to access SammyBoy Forum at night while at home. I believe all Brothers here will understand why and thus I really appreciate the patience.

All said, here goes the continuation of my Romanian story:

You can imagine the kind of excitment that I was in that night.... or should i say that early morning. Could this all really happen to me? What if she didn't turn up? All these questions were running through my mind. Well, it was not like I had never done this before--meeting a girl from the web. I have had my fair share of success stories over the years. But, how often do you come across a Romanian? (mind you, a Romanian is very different from the typical Caucasian or the Anglo-saxon white, that was what I later found out--Romanians belong to the Mediterranean stretch of countries that include Italy, Spain, Portugal). They are typically known for their openness, passion and hot-bloodedness.

(Brothers, I am not very good with Geography and History, so if I made some mistakes here, pls don't flame, but feel free to point out the right facts.)

And, I also had my concerns--first of all, if given the choice, I would have preferred a Jap gal. I am sure you brothers all agree with me--most of us being brought up with the heavy influx of Japanese pornographics--the cute innocent faces, the uniforms, the amazing storylines, the beautiful fair and smooth skins, and most of all, damn, those unforgettable moaning sound effects, are all things to die for.

To be frank, my previous experiences with ang mos were really forgettable (except for one 18 yr old German gal which I might share the story another day). I don't know--some brothers say they would die to bed an Ang Mo. I very much beg to differ.

Anyway, I proceeded to my sales meetings in the morning, but you can guess, my mind was definitely somewhere else. I breezed through my presentation (after years in the same industry, its sometimes really auto-pilot for these meetings). I got back to my hotel, took a quick lunch and started preparing for my afternoon date.

I cannot recollect exactly what month it was then, but one thing I knew for sure, it was early Spring or late Fall in Tokyo, as the weather was at its best--not too cold, around 15 degrees. I am personally a sucker for seasonality--because that is where people (especially ladies) get creative with their dressings. In my opinion, Tokyo is probably the fashion city of Asia. I especially love the way the gals wear their 3/4 trenchcoats and boots during early Spring/late Fall, coupled with their LV/Burberry/Gucci/MuiMui/Ferragamo handbags.

I made sure that I was already in the hotel lobby 15 minutes ahead of our agreed meeting time at 3pm. As I paced up and down the lobby, I was eyeing every lady that came into the lobby. Kept staring at my watch as the time ticked by--still no sign of any gals resembling M.....

3pm came, 315, and then 330. Shit, i was really starting to feel like a fool. Was it too easy to believe that she would just come and meet me after a few hours of internet chatting? The worse thing was--damn, I didn't get her cell phone number! My mind was racing--trying to recall the facts of our chats--Was I too aggressive in my conversation with her? What did I say wrong? She was too genuine to have stood me up.

345pm--I gave up, and went back to my room. Brothers, you can guess the level of my disappointment at that point. I was in a state of complete loss (I think I only felt this same feeling years ago when I made $50K paper loss one one single stock transaction, LOL)

My mind was still completely blank, when the phone in my room rang.....


To be Continued....

[glenn553]

Good stuff, keep it up

[junior_cannibal]

So far so good. Please bring on the next instalment soon, TS.

[tookara]

cool story bro

[coolioalan]

Interesting story. Please continue!!! Thanks man.

[Watagreatguyami]

The continuous support from all brothers is the reason why I am sneaking up to my computer to continue my story at 1030pm this story of mine.

Here it goes....


It was the hotel telephone operator on the line.

"Mr. XXX, you have a call from Ms. M, would you like us to put her through"

"Yes, pls do so"

In a moment, I could hear M's voice on the phone (for the very first time)

"Moshi Moshi, its me", I heard a tiny voice in not very fluent English "I am so sorry, it took much longer than expected to get here from home. I am now in the hotel lobby"

"Oh great! I will be down in a minute"

Man! good thing I was smart enough to let her know my room number and real name the night before. Or else, there was no way she was going to reach me. In extreme excitment, I staggered into the lift. I could actually hear my heartbeat in the lift as I made my way down from 25th floor to the ground floor.

M was sitting on one of the benches in the lobby, fidgeting with her cell phone. Even though she had her curly long hair down, I could immediately recognize that she was the same gal that I saw on webcam (damn! thanks to that fellow who invented webcams).

"Hi M! thanks for coming" I started, and extended my right hand. It's bloody stupid isn't it? Anyone who had seen us would have guessed correctly that we were meeting for the very first time. M reciprocated, extending shyly out her nicely manicured fingers. Although our hands barely met, I instantly liked the feel of her. I could sense that she was just as unsteady as me, her fingers were cold. Was it the cold weather or was it just her?

Damn! for all the patient brothers reading my story, its only fair that I give as accurate a description of M as I can at this juncture:

M is about 1.55m tall, weighs around 45kg, a rather petite gal. M was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans with knee high brown boots. She had one of those waist length black leather jackets with the fur around the collar. As the leather jacket was zipped up, I couldn't really see her upper body shape. One thing I was sure about was--she did have a really nice perked up ass. But what really intrigued me was her eyes.

You see, I am sure you brothers remember that I mentioned earlier on that M was a part-time model. It was through later conversations that I found out: M was actually a TV cum Magazine model. When a gal tells me she's a model, I immediately think of the catwalk. Damn! with her height, she would never get that job in a thousand years. But if you see her eyes, you would instantly understand why she was a model!

Bros, I just find myself seriously short of vocabulary to describe those eyes. Those were the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen--big, beautiful, eyes, with long curly eye lashes. The pupils had a tinge of blueish green (or greenish blue) and you could clearly see your reflection inside them. Coupled with those dark, curly hair, a slightly longish face, nice tall nose and slightly thin lips--it was a rather attractive face.

Anyway, I invited her to the sky lounge on the top floor. I am rather surprised that the whole lounge was empty except for another elderly couple enjoying a quiet drink. I requested a table that was at a far corner of the lounge, hoping that we could have some private conversation. We ordered our teas.

Brothers, i must admit--Fuck! I cannot recall what the hell we were chatting during that one hour in that lounge. We were talking--but I cannot remember much of what we talked. I can only remember vaguely, she was telling me about Romania, all that shit. I mean, all the time, I was looking at her eyes and her body (she now had her leather jacket off, and I could absolutely confirm that she had a slim beautiful body, not too big boobs, perky ass. Shit! as the conversation went on, and as my hot tea turned cold, I was just thinking how I was gonna get M to my room.

We finished our drinks. It was around 5pm now. From what I gathered, M was comfortable with me. I finally popped the question:

"So! Do you have anything on after this" I asked.

"Well, I am attending some friends for latin dance at around 9pm" M responded.

"Oh! hmmmm, iso we still have another 4 hours. so, you wanna see my room? we can watch some tv shows"

Damn! I don't know how! this really sounded stupid, right? Well, M looked at her watch and pondered for a few seconds.

"Oh! we can order room service for dinner in the room"

Man! I wasn't sure if it was the food that was the attraction, but M responded "OK, let's do that"

I signed off the bill to my room. We took our jackets and made our way to the lift. There was just the two of us in the lift as we made our way down to my room. For the very first time since we met, I could smell her perfume. At that moment, I felt a tinge of wetness at the tip of my penis. I don't know how to explain this--but brothers, you know wat I mean--the expectation, tension building up--it was like an active volcano waiting to explode!



To be Continued.....

[gambit76]

Keep it coming bro...
Nice build up....

[tigerprawn]

Great story TS. Please continue. I love romanian girls - petite yet pretty and good figure....almost made for us asians... unlike their bigger built european counterparts....

Camping.....

[junior_cannibal]

Originally Posted by Watagreatguyami

the expectation, tension building up--it was like an active volcano waiting to explode!


To be Continued.....

TS, it ain't just your tension building up, but I trust that you have also caused tension to be built up in some of the bros' little bros reading your thread. So, don't take too long to update the finale, or prelude to the big firework.