I mentioned the last time Hitomi appeared at SCORELAND2 that I had the good fortune to have dinner with this naturally stacked, Asian boob legend. She was on her way back from the SCORE On Location DVD shoot in the Dominican Republic, and since that was the first and only time I’ve met Hitomi, I thought I’d give you some more details about that outing.
We weren’t alone. I was accompanied by three other female SCORE staffers. I’m guessing the reason my co-workers were asked to come along was to make sure I didn’t try to sample the goods. Hey, what kind of guy do they think I am, anyway?
I will tell you this: I was nervous about being with Hitomi, even in the presence of others. I don’t know why. I just was. I’ve interviewed and spoken to hundreds of SCORE and Voluptuous girls, maybe thousands, and I’ve never been nervous. Okay, maybe I was nervous the first time, 12 years ago in Key Largo, Florida when my first assignment was to interview Kerry Marie and Lorna Morgan. But since then? Never.
But for Hitomi, I was nervous. Maybe it was the language barrier. Hitomi speaks Japanese and some English. I speak no Japanese. To cross the language barrier, we used one of those automatic translators on a smart phone; talk into it in one language, the translation comes out in another language. That can get a little awkward. Fortunately, however, Hitomi’s English is a lot better than she thinks.
But I know what you guys want to know, so I’ll tell you. As I said before, she wore tight jeans and a sweater. The sweater was dark but see-through in the right light. Any tit hound, such as myself, could tell that she was stacked. Funny thing: One of my female co-workers said to me, “She really hides them well, doesn’t she?” Meaning her tits. And I said, “No, she doesn’t.” They’re impossible to hide.
We went for burgers on Lincoln Road. You might ask, “Why didn’t you go for sushi or to a fancy restaurant?” The answer is that Hitomi didn’t want to get all dressed up. She wanted to go casual. So we had burgers. She had a steak and skipped the salad. I kept waiting for her to drip steak juice onto her chest. And tried to keep my eyes on her eyes and not her chest. I failed. Miserably. But had I kept my eyes on her face, that wouldn’t have been a bad thing. Hitomi is as pretty in person as she is in pictures.
Then we went for a walk. I couldn’t decide whether to walk behind her and check out her cute little ass or walk beside her and watch her boobs bounce. I went for the boobs. And then we went to Victoria’s Secret.
I know, Hitomi in Victoria’s Secret is a bit of a joke. There’s not a single bra in there that can fit her. I saw one of the saleswomen make a move towards her when Hitomi was checking out the bras, but she quickly thought better of it, realizing (I guess Victoria’s Secret salespeople have boob radar) that Hitomi was about three or four cup-sizes too big for anything in the store. When we surprised her with a gift from VS’s–fragrances and creams, not a bra–she smiled, giggled and was truly gratified, even though she has received gifts from thousands of men.
And then we went for dessert. She wanted something sweet. I wanted something sweet, but it wasn’t dessert.
I hope you enjoy Hitomi as much as I did.