I thought about adding this to the other recent Risa thread, but I'm not sure about the proper 'etiquette' for these forums, plus the other thread had changed topics a bit.. in any case, here it is:
Wasn't 100% sure about my dinner/night plans, thought about grabbing a quick bite, then maybe wander around Roppongi or Shinjuku. Saw the snow starting to come down when I was getting ready to leave the hotel, so I changed my mind - skip the wandering, take my time with dinner and somewhat on a whim, call ND. My emails to them in the past never got a response. I've called once before too and was told no one was available. Either I'm a glutton for being letdown or third time was the charm, they answered and the female operator suggested Risa.
I've browsed their site before and recall which girl she was. Just as everyone else has attested, it's hard to confuse her for someone else. Bolt-on's are not typically my cup of tea, but I told myself maybe this one will be different, why the hell not. The time was set, and the operator did a couple call backs to my hotel room to verify I was where I said I'm staying at, all of this in English. I run off to dinner and a views of Tokyo in snow (read: white glare staring back at you through the high story window).
I originally asked to meet Risa outside of the hotel because the access to where I was staying was not straight forward like most other places. Plus I kind of wanted to gauge her appearance before we stroll through the lobby of the establishment. Due to a breakdown in communications with the operator and Risa, I waited outside while she went straight to the lobby of the hotel - oops 1. I get a call from the operator and rush back to the lobby and meet her, trying my best to appear as we are friends meeting for a drink. Risa is very pretty - stylish cropped hair, bright eyes, Anglo-Asian mix feature, relatively tall and when she removed her coat I smiled and winced at the same time. She wasn't wearing a bra, she simply doesn't need to, but the thin sweater did not leave much to the imagination - oops 2. The system I selected gave me beyond ample time, so we took a seat at the lounge bar and partook in a libation. Then, she had to call the operator to let them know we've met up. I'm not sure if I wanted to understand the conversation, I can only wince again at what may be being said within earshot of the other patrons of the hotel and lounge - oops 3. This all played out so much smoother when I planned it in my mind! I screwed it all up somehow.
Phone calls done, I tried my best to relax and just have a nice chat with Risa. In all honesty, she is a sweet girl with beautiful features. Language wise we didn't connect 100% in English, but since she earnestly tries to communicate, the mood was slowly easing up. Drinks done, we head to the room.
By no means do I have an extensive bedroom repertoire, but Risa was open to most anything. She was willing to please and I felt it was honest. As we got going on the couch, I came to find out that not only is she only just wearing a thin sweater, she's also wearing just tights with nothing else beneath. There is no hiding what Risa is I guess. It's very sexy, but I guess you need to be comfortable with others recognizing what she is doing with you. Something must have been going well because I don't believe much lubrication was used. We went through numerous bouts that had bbbj, cg, mish, daty, rcg, doggy, cot, and maybe a couple others I don't recall. She does tend to keep her eyes closed, though I do like eye contact. I really enjoyed the time spent, and hopefully she did as well, maybe. I was wired from the jet lag and stayed up looking at the city scenes and watched her rest as well. Guess that is a definitive GFE.
Though it was a rough start for me, the experience in the end was very good. I felt a hint of lingering on for more time together, and I probably would have asked her for more time. But I had plans and an amazing date that next day. Next time perhaps, because I would repeat. This turned out much longer than expected and is probably full of typos and errors. Hopefully it had some pointers for others out there so you don't goof how I goof'd.
Wasn't 100% sure about my dinner/night plans, thought about grabbing a quick bite, then maybe wander around Roppongi or Shinjuku. Saw the snow starting to come down when I was getting ready to leave the hotel, so I changed my mind - skip the wandering, take my time with dinner and somewhat on a whim, call ND. My emails to them in the past never got a response. I've called once before too and was told no one was available. Either I'm a glutton for being letdown or third time was the charm, they answered and the female operator suggested Risa.
I've browsed their site before and recall which girl she was. Just as everyone else has attested, it's hard to confuse her for someone else. Bolt-on's are not typically my cup of tea, but I told myself maybe this one will be different, why the hell not. The time was set, and the operator did a couple call backs to my hotel room to verify I was where I said I'm staying at, all of this in English. I run off to dinner and a views of Tokyo in snow (read: white glare staring back at you through the high story window).
I originally asked to meet Risa outside of the hotel because the access to where I was staying was not straight forward like most other places. Plus I kind of wanted to gauge her appearance before we stroll through the lobby of the establishment. Due to a breakdown in communications with the operator and Risa, I waited outside while she went straight to the lobby of the hotel - oops 1. I get a call from the operator and rush back to the lobby and meet her, trying my best to appear as we are friends meeting for a drink. Risa is very pretty - stylish cropped hair, bright eyes, Anglo-Asian mix feature, relatively tall and when she removed her coat I smiled and winced at the same time. She wasn't wearing a bra, she simply doesn't need to, but the thin sweater did not leave much to the imagination - oops 2. The system I selected gave me beyond ample time, so we took a seat at the lounge bar and partook in a libation. Then, she had to call the operator to let them know we've met up. I'm not sure if I wanted to understand the conversation, I can only wince again at what may be being said within earshot of the other patrons of the hotel and lounge - oops 3. This all played out so much smoother when I planned it in my mind! I screwed it all up somehow.
Phone calls done, I tried my best to relax and just have a nice chat with Risa. In all honesty, she is a sweet girl with beautiful features. Language wise we didn't connect 100% in English, but since she earnestly tries to communicate, the mood was slowly easing up. Drinks done, we head to the room.
By no means do I have an extensive bedroom repertoire, but Risa was open to most anything. She was willing to please and I felt it was honest. As we got going on the couch, I came to find out that not only is she only just wearing a thin sweater, she's also wearing just tights with nothing else beneath. There is no hiding what Risa is I guess. It's very sexy, but I guess you need to be comfortable with others recognizing what she is doing with you. Something must have been going well because I don't believe much lubrication was used. We went through numerous bouts that had bbbj, cg, mish, daty, rcg, doggy, cot, and maybe a couple others I don't recall. She does tend to keep her eyes closed, though I do like eye contact. I really enjoyed the time spent, and hopefully she did as well, maybe. I was wired from the jet lag and stayed up looking at the city scenes and watched her rest as well. Guess that is a definitive GFE.
Though it was a rough start for me, the experience in the end was very good. I felt a hint of lingering on for more time together, and I probably would have asked her for more time. But I had plans and an amazing date that next day. Next time perhaps, because I would repeat. This turned out much longer than expected and is probably full of typos and errors. Hopefully it had some pointers for others out there so you don't goof how I goof'd.