Bang Osaka
07-17-2013, 03:28 AM
So, last week I posted in this thread, saying I’d elaborate on the last bang, my recent approaches, and the general vibe of this place.
The Housewife (Bang #2)
It was about 20:00, and I was walking around Tenjimbashi looking to clear my head and looking for girls to approach. By then I’d approached three women that day. The first two I’d opened by asking for directions followed by random babble. These had led to fun, five to ten minute long conversations, but each of them had declined when I tried to go for the number. The third had been a cute girl with a fine ass walking her dog in a park by the river. I tried to open her with a simple “すみません、この川の名前はなんですか?Sumimasen, kono kawa no namae ha nan desuka?” (Excuse me, what’s the name of this river? – yeah, BS, I know, but it was better than nothing).
Her answer was a quick and painless “わかんないです、すみませーん。Wakannai desu, sumimaseeeen (I don’t know, sorryyyyy)” as she practically ran off. Oh well, it was dark, she was alone with her little puppy, and I was a big, scary foreign man. Not much else to expect in that situation, I suppose. “Oh well, that’s three approaches for today,” I thought as I continued to walk from their to Umeda (hell, I like walking).
On the way back when I passed by Tenjimbashi I saw this fairly attractive young girl (about a 7) with big round eyes and tanned skin walk by me who was giving me probably the biggest eye-fuck I’d seen since stepping off the plane in this country. I decide to open her, asking her in a careful and harmless “how can I get from here to Kyobashi?” followed by random chitchat. She seems to be going along. Continues eye fucking me and putting on this cute demeanor. I ask her if she’s a student. Turns out she’s a housewife, and was off to meet up with her husband and his colleagues for karaoke.
“Oookaay,” I think, but she still keeps giving me this “goddammit, I want to squat right here down and start sucking you off this instant!”-look, so I decide to probe a bit deeper. We continue walking down the street together, and eventually the conversation turns to Universal Studios in Osaka. She asks if I’ve ever been there, saying we should go there together. As she says this, she whips out her iPhone and asks me to give her my number. By the time we’ve exchanged contact info, the entrance to the karaoke joint she’s supposed to meet her danna-san is just to the right of us. She walks off and tells me to give her a call…or does she “I’ll call you”?...either way, doesn’t matter.
The following Tuesday, ’bout five days later, I text her and set a date for Thursday. Since her husband is home in the evening, we decide to meet at noon and go for lunch. We eat at a place near Kyôbashi, and later switch to a nearby Starbucks. I tell her a bunch of stories about China, Germany, Europe in general, telling her I’ve got a bunch of pictures on my laptop back home and suggesting we go back to my place to look at them. “It’s only fifteen minutes away by train.”
“Okay,” she says, and off we go. Back at my place, the air conditioner is acting funny, so we’re both sweating like pigs. I start to escalate, but my progress is slow. A couple hours of cuddling and making out follows before the dress comes off, then the shirt, then the undies. She’s hesitant to take her top off, saying her tits are really small.
“大丈夫Daijoubu/It's okay” I say.
“でもめっちゃ小っちゃい!Demo METCHA chitchai!! (But they’re REALLY small)”. I’m paraphrasing here.
”問題ないMondai nai (no problem).”
(Again, paraphrasing) 本当に小さい。子供みたい。Honto-ni chiisai. Kodomo mitai (They’re really small. Looks like a kid!).
“God, I GET it already. So you’ve got small tits, I don’t care!” I think to myself. Call me weird, but I really don’t care about the size of a girl's tits. Yeah, it’s nice if they’re a bit bigger, but it’s not a deal breaker if they’re small, plus, it’s really not that uncommon for Asian girls to have small tits. The only thing that really bothers me is ugly nipples.
I don’t know how it is with others, but when two months go by without sex, and there’s a lot of tension before it finally goes down, my performance is shit. Plus she was tight as HELL! I blast pretty much after the first couple of minutes.
She says something like “ごめん、あたしは上手じゃない、何もできない Gomen, atashi ha amari jôzu jyanai, nani mo dekinai. (Sorry, I’m not that good. I can’t do anything -- again, just paraphrasing).”
“大丈夫Daijôbu/No problem,” I say with a smile (seriously, she wasn’t that bad). We shower together, after which I give her a quick tour of the place and see her off at the bus stop, all the while various songs by Queen are running through my head. She says something along the lines of "It was fun, let's hang out ('asobu' was the word she used) again." About 45 minutes later, she texts me saying "今日はありがとう。帰れた。またスタバ行こーね” Thanks, I was able to return home. Let's go to Starbucks again. I crack open a can of Asahi out of the fridge to celebrate my victory.
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