Really, I want a hidden camera crew following me to document these things. Tokyo was a hot Thai girl that I met on Bumble. Only needed an evening of hanging out with her to conquer. Tokyo was also a hot JPop music artist who is part of a girl's group and has millions of Instagram fans. Less than a day also, though we had been emailing prior to that.
Yesterday, I saw a girl with a smokeshow body prancing around in her bikini. Later, while I was in the pool, I saw her and one of her friends across the pool. From that distance and with my sunglasses on, there is no way they could tell I was looking at them. But I knew they were talking about me, because she looked right at me, said something to her friend, and then the friend immediately turned her head to look at me. They didn't realize that sound travels well over water, and I could hear the hot one say "well if he is, then good for him." I know they were discussing me being there by myself, since they had seen me earlier in the day also by myself while sunbathing in the loungers on the sand.
Within minutes, they came across the pool to stand close to me, which was odd, considering the pool is huge and everybody was well spread out. I was sure they were going to say something, but after talking with each other for about 30 minutes, they left without saying anything. But I heard enough of their conversations (and hers with other people) to know enough.
This morning, I saw the smokeshow getting on a paddleboard in the ocean with one of the hotel instructors. The bikini was even a little smaller today. Shortly thereafter, I saw her getting into the pool. Again, she walked all the way across the pool to the pool bar while passing me. It would have just been easier for her to get in on the other side which she originally started on. Thought she was going to say something again, but nope.
Minutes later, she came back towards me and this time did speak: "Hi, do you know what time it is? I have a Spanish lesson at 1 pm and don't have my phone with me." Game over.
We talked in the pool for the next 15 minutes, then I told her that I had to go shower and catch a flight. She invited me over to her lounger where she had her phone so we could exchange Instagram names. Before leaving, I said "you need to come have a tour of the suite." Minutes later, she was in my penthouse suite. After checking out the view from the balcony, she said "don't you have to get in the shower and get a flight?" I confirmed but first asked her to join me in the shower. She laughed and gave me a hug, saying "I'm not like that. Maybe we will see each other again." As she started to leave with the door open, she turned back around, shut the door, and came towards me. She grabbed me and gave a very subtle five second kiss. She started to walk out again, turned back around, and this time gave a very aggressive, deep kiss for about 15 seconds. She then put her hand on the outside of my junk and whispered "god, I want that so bad right now. But you have a flight and I have a lesson. I hope that I see you again."
I don't even put effort in. It comes to me. I could have also bagged the two girls who sat next to me on the plane who were smitten with me, but their husbands were in the next row over. At what age do smokeshows stop hitting on me? Is this something I will have to deal with even in my sixties?
Yesterday, I saw a girl with a smokeshow body prancing around in her bikini. Later, while I was in the pool, I saw her and one of her friends across the pool. From that distance and with my sunglasses on, there is no way they could tell I was looking at them. But I knew they were talking about me, because she looked right at me, said something to her friend, and then the friend immediately turned her head to look at me. They didn't realize that sound travels well over water, and I could hear the hot one say "well if he is, then good for him." I know they were discussing me being there by myself, since they had seen me earlier in the day also by myself while sunbathing in the loungers on the sand.
Within minutes, they came across the pool to stand close to me, which was odd, considering the pool is huge and everybody was well spread out. I was sure they were going to say something, but after talking with each other for about 30 minutes, they left without saying anything. But I heard enough of their conversations (and hers with other people) to know enough.
This morning, I saw the smokeshow getting on a paddleboard in the ocean with one of the hotel instructors. The bikini was even a little smaller today. Shortly thereafter, I saw her getting into the pool. Again, she walked all the way across the pool to the pool bar while passing me. It would have just been easier for her to get in on the other side which she originally started on. Thought she was going to say something again, but nope.
Minutes later, she came back towards me and this time did speak: "Hi, do you know what time it is? I have a Spanish lesson at 1 pm and don't have my phone with me." Game over.
We talked in the pool for the next 15 minutes, then I told her that I had to go shower and catch a flight. She invited me over to her lounger where she had her phone so we could exchange Instagram names. Before leaving, I said "you need to come have a tour of the suite." Minutes later, she was in my penthouse suite. After checking out the view from the balcony, she said "don't you have to get in the shower and get a flight?" I confirmed but first asked her to join me in the shower. She laughed and gave me a hug, saying "I'm not like that. Maybe we will see each other again." As she started to leave with the door open, she turned back around, shut the door, and came towards me. She grabbed me and gave a very subtle five second kiss. She started to walk out again, turned back around, and this time gave a very aggressive, deep kiss for about 15 seconds. She then put her hand on the outside of my junk and whispered "god, I want that so bad right now. But you have a flight and I have a lesson. I hope that I see you again."
I don't even put effort in. It comes to me. I could have also bagged the two girls who sat next to me on the plane who were smitten with me, but their husbands were in the next row over. At what age do smokeshows stop hitting on me? Is this something I will have to deal with even in my sixties?
