Di ako gwapo. Mas lalong di ako mayaman. Sabi nila matalino ako. I beg to differ. Masikap at masipag lang akong mag-aral. I have been a lurker at this site for over six months now. While I enjoy the fiction stories, true-to-life stories appeal to me more. It took me a while to convince myself to share some of my stories. What finally convinced me is the thought of letting out beautiful stories out of something that usually started as nothing but fanciful sexual playfulness.
My work involves lots of travelling around the country. Sometimes, I do get the chance to go out of the country. In all my travels, I have encountered lots of women, some would lead to something, and some would just end up to saying goodbyes – until hellos are said and then it leads to something. I am particularly lucky to have met so many special women in down south. This happened just recently in one of the big cities in Mindanao.
I attended a conference and was strolling in a mall with a friend when a group of ladies caught our attention. They were giggling and talking unabashedly. Malakas daw ang dating ko pero in reality, torpe ako. Malakas ang dating ko because of the confidence I bring not with my good looks (wala ako noon) but with my education (ayun talagang meron ako). We somehow ended up eating in a dessert shop and after some prodding from my friends, I had the courage to ask the waiter to ask if I can buy the girls gelato. Initially, they refused. Even joking to the waiter that maybe I would in the end ask them to pay for it anyway.
Feeling a little embarrassed, I had to back-up my invitation. I asked the waiter to choose at least three flavors of gelato that appeals most to their lady customers and have these delivered to the table where the three beautiful ladies are sitting. They accepted the gelato. Before my friends and I left, we did what gentlemen do: we approached their table, introduced ourselves and invited them for dinner. Telling them it’s our last night in the city and our night is free. After some more convincing, they accepted.
The apple of my eye is a petite girl of 23 with a smile to die for. Let us call her Miss D. Literally, Miss D has big boobs for her petite size of 5’3. She has about 34 or 35 C or D size breasts (sorry, I am not an expert on these things but I can certainly say that she has by the far two of the biggest pair of breasts I have seen). She has long hair, angelic but somehow chubby face. His chubbiness however defies the alluring curves of her body. She has a firm butt, nicely colored fingernails, and did I already mention a killer smile? She has, in a nutshell, a voluptuous body. She even does belly-dancing! Whew!
Later on at dinner time, I would come to learn that she comes from an upper middle class family and a strong Catholic background. At akalain mo, she is even a second cousin to famous celebrities that trace their surnames from Pampanga. She is also smart; although this is covered somehow by her shyness. She is indeed a catch and I thought I could never get close to her. But I did. That would come after dinner though.
This story will revolve around her – and me. How we met again, perhaps even fell in love, and then parted ways in an abrupt manner. This is not a story to jerk for. Rather, it’s a story to take lessons from – and advice even.
And so off to the dinner and more…