Andyly
04-08-2014, 06:23 PM
Hi all, been enjoying the many stories shared in the forums, especially grateful for the true ones (or true sounding ones). I've decided to share a fantastic night I shared with a girl quite a long time ago. Here it goes, hope its up to standard.
This is a story of an incident I had as a student in Australia 6 years ago. I was in my mid-20s at the time, making me significantly older than the average local student, thus giving more confidence among my fellow students. I was enrolled in a well-known University and in a Faculty consisting of a close knit group due to our long study course and smaller student size. Our faculty regularly organise and host ‘faculty events’ and this incident occurred during a hospital themed costume party clubbing session being held within campus grounds. I dressed up in our old SAF non-digital camou No.4 with a DIY medic armband made up. I had a habit of sleeping in my No.4 trousers, brought my Goretex boots for hiking and borrowed the No.4 shirt from my roommate who brought his full uniform for unknown reasons. Don’t worry, took out the SINGAPORE tag. Left his 3rd Sgt rank in though! I splashed some fake blood over my arms and trousers and I was good to go.
It was a very packed club with a huge turnout. I was clubbing with a small group of friends and we made up quite an international group, a mixed group of Aussies, Canadians and me. We were already quite tipsy and sweaty from all the dancing and drinking. It was my turn to get the next round and I headed to the bar alone to get a few more jugs of beer. The bar was surprisingly empty and I sat up on the bar stool, ordered my drinks and waited.
As I looked around a noticed a gorgeous girl in a lab tech outfit seated at the bar with an empty bar stool in between us. She has dirty blonde hair and was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a white tank top under her white lab coat. She had no drink and appears to be waiting for someone.
I leaned forward and raised my voice to be heard over the blaring music,
“Hey, so are you enjoying your nursing degree?”
She smiled, “How did you know I am doing nursing?”
I brought my hands up showing that I was wearing the same blue latex gloves she was wearing.
“Cos I got these from a nursing student!”
Her smile together with her bright green eyes and blonde hair was mesmerising. Her tank top with half buttoned lab coat accentuated her C-cup breasts perfectly, with a not too subtle show of cleavage. She looks a little like Carrie Underwood with her medium length hair tied neatly in a pony- tail.
I hopped onto the seat in between us, stuck out my hand;
“Hi, I’m Andy, pleased to meet you, what would you like to drink?”
“Sarah, have a shot of Jaeger bomb with me” she said with a wink.
I ordered the drinks and as we were waiting, she leaned forward ever so slightly, giving me a whiff of perfume and sweat.
“Love your outfit, is it real?” She smiles.
“Of course it is!” I said, I proceeded to tell her all out how we all have to go through NS and that I only left the SAF a year ago, blabbing on how long NS was but the amount of fun I got out of it. Cannot take my eyes off of her.
“Cheers!” As we downed our Jaeger bombs. “Come meet my friends!” I demanded as I struggled with the 3 jugs of beer I ordered.
This is a story of an incident I had as a student in Australia 6 years ago. I was in my mid-20s at the time, making me significantly older than the average local student, thus giving more confidence among my fellow students. I was enrolled in a well-known University and in a Faculty consisting of a close knit group due to our long study course and smaller student size. Our faculty regularly organise and host ‘faculty events’ and this incident occurred during a hospital themed costume party clubbing session being held within campus grounds. I dressed up in our old SAF non-digital camou No.4 with a DIY medic armband made up. I had a habit of sleeping in my No.4 trousers, brought my Goretex boots for hiking and borrowed the No.4 shirt from my roommate who brought his full uniform for unknown reasons. Don’t worry, took out the SINGAPORE tag. Left his 3rd Sgt rank in though! I splashed some fake blood over my arms and trousers and I was good to go.
It was a very packed club with a huge turnout. I was clubbing with a small group of friends and we made up quite an international group, a mixed group of Aussies, Canadians and me. We were already quite tipsy and sweaty from all the dancing and drinking. It was my turn to get the next round and I headed to the bar alone to get a few more jugs of beer. The bar was surprisingly empty and I sat up on the bar stool, ordered my drinks and waited.
As I looked around a noticed a gorgeous girl in a lab tech outfit seated at the bar with an empty bar stool in between us. She has dirty blonde hair and was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a white tank top under her white lab coat. She had no drink and appears to be waiting for someone.
I leaned forward and raised my voice to be heard over the blaring music,
“Hey, so are you enjoying your nursing degree?”
She smiled, “How did you know I am doing nursing?”
I brought my hands up showing that I was wearing the same blue latex gloves she was wearing.
“Cos I got these from a nursing student!”
Her smile together with her bright green eyes and blonde hair was mesmerising. Her tank top with half buttoned lab coat accentuated her C-cup breasts perfectly, with a not too subtle show of cleavage. She looks a little like Carrie Underwood with her medium length hair tied neatly in a pony- tail.
I hopped onto the seat in between us, stuck out my hand;
“Hi, I’m Andy, pleased to meet you, what would you like to drink?”
“Sarah, have a shot of Jaeger bomb with me” she said with a wink.
I ordered the drinks and as we were waiting, she leaned forward ever so slightly, giving me a whiff of perfume and sweat.
“Love your outfit, is it real?” She smiles.
“Of course it is!” I said, I proceeded to tell her all out how we all have to go through NS and that I only left the SAF a year ago, blabbing on how long NS was but the amount of fun I got out of it. Cannot take my eyes off of her.
“Cheers!” As we downed our Jaeger bombs. “Come meet my friends!” I demanded as I struggled with the 3 jugs of beer I ordered.