Fireflies, White Shirt & Other Stories

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We were having fun and there was a sense of closeness. A little sexual tension, if you like. It felt like “who would make the first move”. As Nancy was sitting on my left, part of her right breast would occasionally brush against my arm or body. I don’t think it was entirely intentional. But she certainly made no effort to avoid it.

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It took a while before Nancy realized my “stick drawings” were faintly laced with sexual innuendos.

“You’re so naughty!”, she exclaimed suddenly when it dawned upon her. Nancy was blushing and she air punched me playfully. I laughed it off and “manipulated” the drawings by adding other (non-sexual) objects, throwing the sketches into a completely different light.

“What were you thinking of?”, I asked her while shaking my head. “And you’re blushing.”

“No, no, it’s the wine”, she defended herself meekly.

“So… what were you thinking of, Nancy?”, I teased her again.

Nancy buried her face in her hands in embarrassment, and I swiftly wrapped my arm around her shoulders, bringing her physically closer to me. Then I gently put my other hand just below her collar bone, on her left side. Since she was covering her face with her hands which blocked her chest, her collar bone was the closest I could go to feel her heartbeat.

“Its beating fast…”, I whispered. Nancy took her hands off her face and put one hand over her left breast, as if to check on what I said. It created a window of opportunity for me. I planted a light but wet kiss on her lips. I noticed Nancy shut her eyes and I then used my body weight, in a controlled manner, to push and pin her down to the sofa, while still locking lips with her. I could smell the wine in her breathe. In situations like the one I found myself in, the aroma of alcohol turned me on.

Moments later, I moved my mouth downwards, softly kissing her chin and her neck… moving further down where I used my nose to rub her breasts over her t-shirt.

“You’re very hard”, Nancy finally spoke. I was on top of her, on the sofa, and my crotch was over her thigh. Having come from the office, I was in my formal work trousers, those 100% wool type that leaves nothing to imagination when a bulge develops. Obviously my stiff cock was making its presence felt through my underwear and trousers, onto her thigh.

I placed one hand (with the other hand pressed against the sofa for balance) over her left breast, and I felt the accelerating tempo of her heartbeat, and a distinctively hard nipple. I shifted my body so my stiff cock no longer pressed against her, and for my hand to slide down till I stroked her thigh seductively, allowing my fingers to crawl underneath her shorts, and traced her panty line.

“It’s hard because of you”, I finally responded. I got up, offered my hand to Nancy and we both stood at the small space between the sofa and coffee table, arms wrapped around each other’s back. I moved my hands down her back and caressed her buttocks. She pressed her body closer to mine, and my throbbing cock was squeezed harder against her.

Nancy took my hand and led the way, a very short distance, towards her bedroom. I deftly scooped up my haversack, which was on the floor by the sofa, and dutifully followed her lead into her bedroom.

Except for the lighting coming through her bedroom window, the room was pitch dark. She did not switch on the lights after we entered the room. As she shut the room door, I dropped my haversack next to her bed and pulled her towards me and we started kissing again, with me slowly edging towards a sitting position on the side of her bed, egging her on.

Shortly, both of us were lying down in bed, and the passionate kissing morphed into exploring each other’s tongue inside our mouths. I also began to unbutton my shirt, with one hand, a skill I had practiced and somewhat perfected through miscellaneous previous adventures.

When Nancy opened her eyes, she saw what I was doing. Instinctively, she stopped kissing and moved backwards, which positioned herself nicely in the middle of the bed. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt cuff (needed two hands to do this!) and flung my shirt on the floor. Then my belt and trousers came off and I crawled menacingly towards Nancy, wearing only my underwear.

From the limited lighting through the window, I noticed Nancy’s eyes had the look of anticipation and concern. Flashing a cheeky smile, I lifted her t-shirt and pushed it all the way up, exposing her bare breasts. While I had touched her breasts before, when I was in her room after sending her home from the wedding dinner, this was the first time that I had seen her naked breasts. It was a decent 32B, quite proportionate for her physique.

I rolled my tongue like applying glue to paper all over her breasts, making sure not to touch her nipples. Yet. Then I focused on lashing her nipples with the tip of my tongue as quickly and forcefully as I can while my hand began to rub her pussy from outside her shorts. Nancy’s hands were ruffling my head/hair, it was actually quite comfortable, like someone giving you a light head massage.

Soon, my fingers had moved between her shorts and panties, and I easily detected a moist patch on her panties. Sliding myself downwards, I kissed her waist just above her shorts and then playfully used my mouth to pull her shorts down, bit by bit, from one end to the other. It was hard work. I eventually sat up and simply pulled her shorts down.

Nancy and I were now “equal” - we were both topless. As I brought my face closer to hers after removing her shorts, Nancy used both hands and held my face, gently pushing my face away… down towards her stomach… and further down…

At this point, I made an executive decision - Nancy wants her pussy to be eaten, that’s what she wants!

(To be continued)

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Nancy and I were now “equal” - we were both topless. As I brought my face closer to hers after removing her shorts, Nancy used both hands and held my face, gently pushing my face away… down towards her stomach… and further down…

At this point, I made an executive decision - Nancy wants her pussy to be eaten, that’s what she wants!

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I peeled off Nancy’s black panties and saw her pussy for the very first time. She had a cute little bush, which almost looked curated. As my tongue licked the surrounds of her vagina entrance, she raised her knee a little, encouraging me to probe further.

Taking a deep breathe, I attached my mouth at her pussy and let my tongue tunnel into her juicy love cave. I devoured her damp pussy like a sex-crazed creature, poking my tongue, sucking on her clitoris and kissing the magical area in no particular order. As this went on, Nancy raised her knees further as my head continued to beaver away, partially supporting the weight of her thighs from behind.

“Please be gentle”, I heard Nancy’s soft and slightly cracking voice. I interpreted it as time to stick my massive dick into her. Sliding to the edge of the bed, I reached my trusty haversack and unzipped the left side pocket, my usual condom storage compartment.

As it was my first sexual intercourse with her, I approached it cautiously. In traditional missionary position, I inserted my substantial rod into Nancy’s wet pussy slowly and steadily. I let my cock rest inside her for a few seconds, allowing her to feel the fullness and robustness of my tool. Then the sliding in-and-out action commenced in earnest, building up pace over a short period.

Nancy put one hand over her mouth but was unable to completely muffle her cries of joy as I continued sliding my member into her dripping pussy. I had thus far adopted a “go slow” approach. But as Nancy’s cries became louder, I was unable to supress my lust, and my cock- sliding action turned into full throttle pumping. And Nancy lost it.

She grabbed my elbows and cried out loud with total disregard. I was so turned on I continued thrusting her non-stop at the same high intensity, consistently, for the next few minutes before I unloaded my load into the condom buried deep inside her cunt.

Nancy’s legs were wrapped around mine as she basked in post-climax glory. It seemed she liked the feeling of meat in her vagina even after coming. As my penis gradually eased up, I held on to the condom and slowly withdrew my cock from her pussy. The condom was now more sticky than wet.

We lay next to each other in bed, just holding hands, me processing the past 30 minutes or so in my head, how I peeled off her panties, when the smooth cock-sliding action turned into full-on pumping and her cries of joy.

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I was Nancy’s passenger once more to New York, completely uncoordinated and simply a happy coincidence (though we both knew beforehand we were on the same flight); and subsequently on one other occasion to Hong Kong, where I was able to adjust my travel schedule to be on her HK flight.

SIA crew (at that time) stayed at a small hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui (TST), at the heart of the bustling shopping district on the Kowloon side. While I normally stay at a hotel across the harbour on HK island, I made an exception this time, so it was more convenient for both Nancy and I to meet that night, the only night she was in HK.

Despite pre-planning to meet for the night in HK when we talked about it in Singapore, Nancy was still a little paranoid. She thought it was a “naughty thing” to do, yet I sensed she was quite turned-on by it.

As planned, we would meet at the TST MTR (subway) station after our respective early dinner. The TST MTR has many entrances/exits and to the unfamiliar, it can be a maze. I had suggested meeting at a particular shop in the MTR underground complex, and we would then walk together to the relevant exit which led to the shopping mall, where my hotel occupied the higher floors of the mall’s building.

My suggestion was for psychological reasons . Meeting at a crowded MTR station would make us just two out of hundreds of people going about their business, and not sticking out like a couple heading for a rendezvous. And the “route” would pass by shops where we could zip in if we saw something we fancied. This certainly sounded and felt better than meeting up in the hotel lobby and going upstairs for a fuck.

Nancy is a small town girl, and in many ways, she was a shy young lady. We didn’t hold hands nor made any physical contact as we manoeuvred the crowd at the MTR station. Even inside the hotel elevator, we acted like two normal friends taking the same lift.

Safely and privately in the comfort my hotel room, she shyly declined my offer to shower together. So we took turns to shower, me going second.

When I came out of the shower, Nancy, wearing the soft, white hotel bathrobe, was standing by the window, looking across at the bright lights of HK across the harbour. It was the HK Convention & Exhibition Centre in Wanchai.

“So pretty”, she said. “My room doesn’t have a view”. Unfortunately, Nancy was not going to stay the night as she had an early start the following morning. We had just over two hours together as I planned to walk her back to her hotel building by midnight.

(To be continued)

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“So pretty”, she said. “My room doesn’t have a view”. Unfortunately, Nancy was not going to stay the night as she had an early start the following morning. We had just over two hours together as I planned to walk her back to her hotel building by midnight.

Wearing just a towel, I embraced Nancy from behind, putting my hands around her waist. After about a minute gazing across the harbour with her, I started to nibble her ear playfully. She had tied up her hair and I had easy access to her neck, planting tiny kisses there before the bathrobe got in the way.

Turning her around, we started kissing passionately and one little step at a time, we inched towards the king size bed. Knowing that Nancy preferred “minimal lighting” when we were intimate, I switched off the master light from the bedside panel, but kept the bedside lamp at level one, creating a warm, unintrusive yellow glow.

Helping Nancy remove her bathrobe, I ran my fingers erotically over her body, brushing over her breasts, nipples, then down to her crotch. My monster cock was suffocating underneath the towel around my waist, and with a little twist of my waist, the loosely hung towel dropped onto the carpeted floor. Nancy giggled at my little twist with her eyes trained firmly at my massive, salivating member.

Perhaps it was because we were both overseas, in a luxury hotel setting, and had not seen each other for over a month, there was a mutual eagerness to explore each other’s body and the more we touched, the greater the desire to connect sexually.

That night, Nancy was louder than her usual self. It felt like she had been deprived of a good work-out in bed. We tried three or four Kamasutra positions (we remembered the “stick drawings”) before I finally shot my load when we were in the “Face Off” position.

After sex we cuddled in bed, enjoying each other’s warmth while watching TV. Due to my inability to stay still for long, my hands were shortly all over her breasts and stroking her pussy. I recovered fairly quickly and my cock was hard as steel again, very much motivated by Nancy’s moist pussy.

I disappeared under the duvet and parked my head between Nancy’s legs. I know she liked to be licked. But I did not last long as I struggled to breathe properly underneath the duvet and my dick simply wouldn’t wait. Kicking the duvet aside, I sprang up and fumbled a little as I put on another condom.

Nancy closed her eyes and twitched her lips as I inserted my cock into her pussy. Our tongues twisted and turned in each other’s mouth as I sped-up my thrusting. As our bodies moved more aggressively, we stopped kissing. I lifted Nancy’s legs and held them with my hands, finding a good balance before fucking her brains out.

Nancy looked visibly weak but her face was flushed. She glanced at the digital clock at the bedside table. “I should be heading back”, she said. “I’m too weak for another round.” So was I.

The streets were less busy at about 11.30pm as I walked Nancy back. As we approached Nathan Road, where her hotel was located, Nancy leaned in and gave me a peck on my cheek. “I walk back myself”, she said.

I have not had a smoke all night (Nancy is a non-smoker). I lit up my first cigarette in nearly four hours and watched the trams go by. After finishing my smoke, I texted Nancy, “safely back in your room?”

“Yes, thank you”, she replied promptly. A few seconds later, she added “You are good!” I was not sure if she meant I was a good guy (decent person who/but likes to fuck), or that I was able to please her (and myself) twice earlier.

“You’re better!”, I replied.

I lit another cigarette and began to stroll back to my hotel in Hanoi Road just 10min away, and a scrawny lady approached me. “Yao ma?” (do you want?), she said. I gave her a blank look. “Ni dong de” (you know it), she slid up to me.

“Xi huan nan de” (I like men), I looked at her, with a stone-faced, ciggy dangled between my lips.

“Gun!” (can be taken as “fuck off” in this context), she scoffed and disappeared into the shadows of the night.

Even if she was very attractive (she wasn’t), I would struggle to bang her. I was exhausted.

(To be continued)

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What a fantastic story, please keep going bro!

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(Continuation)

Even if the street walker was very attractive (she wasn’t), I would struggle to bang her. I was exhausted.

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For just over two years, Nancy and I were fuck buddies. I guess Nancy looked up to me as a decent executive who could dispense useful career advice and encouraged her to think more laterally. While she had certainly seen more of the world than I have, I had more to share in terms of broader, practical working experiences.

It also dawned upon me that timing played a big part. I befriended Nancy as she was beginning to think about her next stage in life (career wise). I was glad I was able to add value to her mostly unstructured initial thoughts and I assume she appreciated it.

She was also at an age where she would be looking out for a potential partner, and inevitably at that age (27-29 when we were FB), she would have her sexual needs and desires. Looking back, my complimentary fucks with China MLs in Singapore were ladies mostly aged 25-30.

Nancy and I tried to meet once every four to six weeks, but over time, it got more difficult due to scheduling conflicts. All in, I think we met a dozen times (over about 26 months). And save for a few occasions when it was not convenient, we would have sex at her place (except once in HK). Always nice (and gentlemanly) to send a lady home to her doorstep, and there’s a good chance you will end up being intimate with her if she invites you into her place.

Nancy was not too adventurous with sex. Although we tried various positions, she always liked it best in missionary. As a matter of fact, she never once put my cock in her mouth. What I really liked was, Nancy was as natural as it came (no pun intended), as a person and as a sex partner. There were no hidden agendas and awkwardness. We enjoyed each other’s companionship and respected each other’s privacy and personal space. She was also humble and thrifty. To my memory, the single biggest expense I had with her was a birthday dinner which cost under $300.

Nancy completed her five-year contract with the airline, collected her gratuity and quit the industry. She was 29/30 then. Her decision was partly influenced by me. Logically, I had suggested that if she wanted to embark on another career, it would be best to do so soonest possible. Not when she is into her 30’s or older.

We gradually lost contact soon after she left the airline. She started a new career and understandably a new life. I have not been back to the Big Apple since the pandemic started. But I will always have a soft spot for the super long flight, reminding me how I first met Nancy, the “New York relationship” which ironically was mostly played out in her bedroom in Tampines.

Next… “One Night with Rei”.

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CREW ADVENTURES (2) - REI

I noticed “Rei” as she resembled some 60-70 percent of Mio Kimijima, one of my preferred JAV actresses – short hair, a little sultry-looking, and slim with a nice rack for her lean frame.

However, Rei was not serving in the section where I was seated, so I had no interaction with her. Nevertheless, we made fleeting eye contact a few times as she did walk past my sector/aisle occasionally and I sensed she knew I had been looking at, or, eying her.

As the Tokyo flight prepared to land in Singapore, the crew went about their routine of returning passengers’ jackets/coats back to them.

“Here’s your jacket, Mr. O2O”, Rei said as she handed my blazer and boarding pass to me. Regardless if it was purely co-incidental or not, I was happy it was Rei who brought my blazer. At close range where she stood for several seconds instead of just passing by, Rei struck me further as an attractive woman with beautiful facial features, very womanly.

“Thank you, Rei”, I made strong eye contact with her this time after seeing her name tag.

“Thank you, Mr. O2O”, Rei replied, smiling widely, maybe because not all passengers acknowledge the crew by their name. “I hope to see you again”, she continued with a slight bow before moving on... and before I had the opportunity to get her contact.

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Some months later, I was headed to Fukuoka, a rare business trip to this Japanese port city which is also famed for its colourful red light district.

“Konbanwa, Mr. O2O”. I looked up from the newspapers I was reading and immediately recognized Rei. She was serving in my section on this flight. Obviously I was delighted.

(As an aside, I once changed seats so I could be served by a stunning looking Taiwanese. Fortunately for me, the flight was half empty, so it was easy to switch seats. Unfortunately, I was unable to get her contact).

“I am so happy to see you again, O2O-san”, Rei said warmly. I recall the Fukuoka flight departed at 2am, a six-hour journey, so only a few hours’ sleep was possible. I informed Rei I was skipping the night snack after take-off, but I do want to be woken up for breakfast.

As soon as the fasten seatbelt sign was turned off, I reclined my seat and covered myself with the blanket. Putting on the eyeshades, I wanted to get some sleep. But before I could fall asleep, I felt someone adjusting the blanket over me, pulling it higher to cover my chest, close to my shoulders. The person then placed her hand gently over my shoulder for a few seconds, as if to wish me “goodnight”. There was a light, woody scent, which I liked.

I slept soundly, albeit briefly, and was woken up by a light touch on my arm. A light woody scent was present. Reluctantly, I removed my eyeshades.

“Ohayo-gozaimasu”, Rei greeted me chirpily. She offered me a warm towel and a glass of chilled orange juice. I looked at her dreamily and slowly unveiled a grateful smile. Rei nodded, “I will be back shortly with your breakfast”, she said.

There was a slim window of opportunity to get her contact before landing… so I quickly hatched a playful plan in my head.

As breakfast was cleared ahead of landing, Rei asked if I would like another coffee, which I gladly welcomed. A couple of minutes later, Rei was back with a fresh cup of coffee. She had previously cleared my table, and I now had a piece of paper on the table, with her name written on it, in English and a really lame translation in Chinese characters, which I “invented”.

“Da Qi Ka Hua” (“Tachikawa”), I wrote in Chinese characters (Big)(Together)(Card)(Flower).

Rei tried to hide her chuckle, took the pen from the table and wrote her name in Kanji (adopted Chinese characters, part of the Japanese writing system). Holding another pen in my hand, I quickly scribbled “Line: ?” on the piece of paper.

(Line is widely used by Japanese, (Koreans and Taiwanese), just like Singaporeans use WhatsApp).

Without hesitation, Rei wrote her Line contact for me.

“Arigato-gozaimasu” (thank you), I said. For both the freshly brewed coffee, and for her Line contact.

“You are welcome, O2O-san”, she smiled shyly and went off.

As Rei walked back to the galley, I looked at her back. Hair just touching her lower neck, slim built and despite a smallish butt, it looked perky from the angle I viewed it from. As the light, woody scent evaporated into the air, I harboured thoughts of mouth-fucking Rei. I must have been streaming too much of Mio Kimijima’s videos…..

(To be continued)

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Rei resembled 60-70% of Mio Kimijima - https://www.xvideos.com/models/mio-kimijima

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(Continuation)

Even if the street walker was very attractive (she wasn’t), I would struggle to bang her. I was exhausted.

- - - - -

For just over two years, Nancy and I were fuck buddies. I guess Nancy looked up to me as a decent executive who could dispense useful career advice and encouraged her to think more laterally. While she had certainly seen more of the world than I have, I had more to share in terms of broader, practical working experiences.

It also dawned upon me that timing played a big part. I befriended Nancy as she was beginning to think about her next stage in life (career wise). I was glad I was able to add value to her mostly unstructured initial thoughts and I assume she appreciated it.

She was also at an age where she would be looking out for a potential partner, and inevitably at that age (27-29 when we were FB), she would have her sexual needs and desires. Looking back, my complimentary fucks with China MLs in Singapore were ladies mostly aged 25-30.

Nancy and I tried to meet once every four to six weeks, but over time, it got more difficult due to scheduling conflicts. All in, I think we met a dozen times (over about 26 months). And save for a few occasions when it was not convenient, we would have sex at her place (except once in HK). Always nice (and gentlemanly) to send a lady home to her doorstep, and there’s a good chance you will end up being intimate with her if she invites you into her place.

Nancy was not too adventurous with sex. Although we tried various positions, she always liked it best in missionary. As a matter of fact, she never once put my cock in her mouth. What I really liked was, Nancy was as natural as it came (no pun intended), as a person and as a sex partner. There were no hidden agendas and awkwardness. We enjoyed each other’s companionship and respected each other’s privacy and personal space. She was also humble and thrifty. To my memory, the single biggest expense I had with her was a birthday dinner which cost under $300.

Nancy completed her five-year contract with the airline, collected her gratuity and quit the industry. She was 29/30 then. Her decision was partly influenced by me. Logically, I had suggested that if she wanted to embark on another career, it would be best to do so soonest possible. Not when she is into her 30’s or older.

We gradually lost contact soon after she left the airline. She started a new career and understandably a new life. I have not been back to the Big Apple since the pandemic started. But I will always have a soft spot for the super long flight, reminding me how I first met Nancy, the “New York relationship” which ironically was mostly played out in her bedroom in Tampines.

Next… “One Night with Rei”.

Must be the way you write. It seems odd that there’s so much passion and yet it petered out like that.

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Originally Posted by wattonhenry

Must be the way you write. It seems odd that there’s so much passion and yet it petered out like that.

Guess it’s the way I am; I can be “all in” – passionate, energetic and charm blended together, then fizzle out as other priorities take root… Nancy single-mindedly prioritized her new career (and I respect that), and I doubled down on my work obligations…

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As Rei walked back to the galley, I looked at her back. Hair just touching her lower neck, slim built and despite a smallish butt, it looked perky from the angle I viewed it from. As the light, woody scent evaporated into the air, I harboured thoughts of mouth-fucking Rei. I must have been streaming too much of Mio Kimijima’s videos…

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“Very happy to meet you, Rei, hope to see you soon”, I texted Rei just before going for my lunch meeting in Fukuoka.

“Thank you, O2O-san. Have a nice time in Fukuoka”, she replied a few hours later. Maybe she was sleeping earlier in the day when I texted her. Maybe she was subtly referring to the Red Light district which Fukuoka is famous for. But more likely, I was over thinking. It was perhaps nothing more than a polite reply from her.

The lunch meeting brought out new issues I had to address with the client overnight. I had been back in the hotel since late afternoon, working on the issues. By dinner time, I had made good progress. I had a quick dinner by myself at the hotel café and went back to my room to put in the finishing touches to my revised presentation for tomorrow.

Feeling satisfied and relieved, I wanted to “reward” myself with “delivery health” service (outcall escort) in the comfort of my room. But I quickly abandoned the idea as the clients had planned a “field trip” to Canal City (Red Light district) tomorrow night.

Not even 10pm. I was restless. I decided to go downstairs to the hotel lobby bar, which was well-known for its creative cocktail. Parking myself by the bar counter and nursing a recommended house cocktail, I observed the salarymen and office ladies (OL) socialising. It was a mostly local clientele, save for two Caucasian gentlemen with their Japanese associates. One thing I like about Japanese OL is they are always well-groomed, from their hair to matching outfits to complementing bags and heels. Not all of them are beautiful, but they can be attractive. Maybe it’s their overall packaging - mannerism, dressing and generally good complexion.

Perched on my bar stool, I spotted a familiar figure walking past the lobby towards the hotel elevators – Rei. I did not know that the crew stayed in the same hotel as I did (good for the crew, it was a global 5-star property). My heart was racing as I conjured images of Rei turning into Mio Kimijima – the cocktail was more potent than I thought! I should invite Rei for a drink, after all, it was nothing unbecoming and we happened to be in the same hotel.

“Nice bag, (Tachiwaka in Kanji)-san”, I messaged Rei, using the language app on my phone to write in Kanji, ending the message with a teasing emoticon. When I spotted Rei earlier, she seemed to be carrying a classic Fendi baguette bag. (My luxury goods knowledge was acquired through years of browsing duty free shops in airports).

“O2O-san, where are you?”, Rei replied a minute later.

I informed Rei where I was and invited her for a drink, to thank her for the great in-flight service and also such a co-incidence to be at the same hotel.

Rei joined me at the bar counter ten minutes later. I was a little surprised that she readily agreed. I was also right about her bag, and she was quite impressed. It transpired that earlier, Rei met her former classmates for dinner, they studied together in Tokyo, where she is from.

Rei found me to be very “un-Singaporean” (the word she used). She joined SIA after two years with JAL, and had been based in Singapore for almost seven years. I explained that due to my work, I travelled often and had been dealing with Western counterparts/bosses for my entire career. She enjoyed traveling, exploring and cultures, and chose to join SIA “the best airline in the world”.

“And the best airline hires the best crew”, I complimented Rei. For a Japanese, she was reasonably fluid in English. She even spoke some Singlish. Rei came across as an adventurous person who wanted to see the world, eschewing the traditional path of being an OL, getting married and then leaving the workforce to raise kids. She was more open and outspoken than I expected.

“Do you smoke, O2O-san?”, Rei asked. I patted my trouser pocket, showing the outline of a pack of cigarettes. To my amusement, Rei patted on her baguette bag, indicating she’s a smoker, too. (As smokers would attest, it’s hard to have a drink and good company without a smoke after a while). We both smiled knowingly.

“You are very welcome to smoke in my room”, I looked at Rei.

“You got a smoking room?”, she asked. “Special arrangement”, I nodded. (Most hotels in Japan have either eliminated smoking floor rooms, or minimized them. As a top tier member of the global hotel chain, I was lucky to be allocated one of their limited smoking rooms).

Rei looked both surprised and impressed.

“It’s OK, we can smoke outside, too”, I quickly added, referring to the designated outdoor smoking area, and not wanting Rei to feel uncomfortable.

“I prefer to smoke in private. Is it okay?”, she said. “None of us have a smoking room”, Rei continued, in apparent reference to the crew’s rooms.

I signed the bill for the drinks. As we made our way across the lobby to the elevators, Rei went “Thank you. I’m so happy lah”. I was also very happy. Things were going smoothly for me at work, and now the crew I was eyeing was coming to my room…..

(To be continued)

[hawk007]

One of the best thread, thank you for the writings

[wattonhenry]

mr O2O, great stories as usual. I don’t want to wait too long for updates. I prefer Netflix style so can binge read.

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Originally Posted by hawk007

One of the best thread, thank you for the writings

Thank you for your kind words