As I had been playing with Ly’s clit for a minute, my fingertips were wet and sticky, and so I licked them, while Ly was buttoning her shirt, without having fastened her bra, first. What an astoundingly sensual situation that was, though! When Hanh came closer, I quickly closed my pants again and greeted her, unsure if she even had even known that I was present. But yeah, man, had Hanh already detected her aunties’ pheromones, as acute as her sense of smell was? Well, Hanh did seem a tad baffled that I was down here with Ly; perhaps she didn’t know that Ly and I had fucked several times over the last month.
The two of them now began some charming banter, but Ly appeared to be getting ever so slightly annoyed after half-a-minute or so; it sounded like Hanh wanted her aunt to go upstairs with her. Ly had said ‘no’ to something five seconds ago, but then Hanh stamped her foot, like Masha sometimes did with her bear.
“Hanh wants us to go upstairs…” Ly eventually confirmed.
Well, that suited me just fine, of course. But then, on the other hand, I had just seen Ly’s mature bush between her light energetic legs and did want to bang her, first, even though Hanh was one of the cutest creatures I had ever met. But couldn’t Ly and I have a quickie down here, before we went up? Well, probably not. Petite, blind Hanh was simply too endearing to deny her anything.
“But why does Hanh want us to go upstairs?” I asked innocently but with an ever so slightly annoyed tone in my voice to distract Ly from the fact that I actually loved Hanh’s request.
Ly rolled her eyes and walked past me toward her room, perhaps to get her phone to translate. During those 15, 20 seconds, I hugged Hanh and kissed her thick, pitch-black hair, before I placed my hand on her belly, under her chest. I could see Hanh’s firm boobs from my bird’s-eye perspective and imagined how lovely she smelled under her dress, between her short, firm thighs. Was she wearing panties at all? Holding her forearms when Ly came back, and I let go of Hanh, as I didn’t want Ly to become jealous.
Hanh had a mild form of bipolarism because of her nerve condition. As down as she had been three weeks ago, today, she seemed rather upbeat and probably wanted sex. I felt a warm wave of hot desire wash all over me; of course, I didn’t want to disappoint Ly, either, but Hanh here?! That petite, young woman positively radiated sensuality. No, we couldn’t deny Hanh any of her wishes. When Ly was back from her room, she typed for a bit, deleting a section here and there, before she restarted.
Of course, my lust to fuck Ly had subsided and been redirected, but I still imagined Ly with her cyclist shorts half way down her thighs. I caressed her butt as she was typing, tempted to pull her shorts down again, as Hanh wouldn’t be able to see it. But she would hear what was going on. And then perhaps smell her aunties’ pussy aroma. I sniffed my finger once more, on which were still traces of Ly’s nectar but then thought of Hanh’s cute little snatch, which was completely different from her aunt’s: Hanh’s labia folded perfectly inward, like a toy, so there was no boat hull, like in Nguyet’s or Ly’s case; just a small even surface between her legs. Like a doll.
Hanh’s little bush was a sweet little triangle that ended around her clit. Like Tuyet’s, with all three sides not much more than four inches long. Hanh’s bush was also softer than her aunt’s, of course. I took Hanh’s hand, after I had caressed her hip with my fingertips, and I saw that Ly had noticed my tender interaction with her niece. Well, Ly knew that Hanh and I had had sex, first, and she must have already conceived the thought that I found Hanh more attractive than her. Was that morally reprehensible? I didn’t think that category applied here. And, three weeks ago, Ly had invited me to a massage in her chamber pretty much as soon as she had learned that Hanh was indisposed. So, we were even.
“Do you want to stay down here with me for half-an-hour, before we go upstairs?” I read on Ly’s phone.
Well, that didn’t answer my question as to why Hanh wanted us to go up in the first place, but I didn’t find it particularly erotic to send Hanh upstairs alone, then retry to get it on one more time down here and fuck quickly. And, of course, I was also curious what Hanh actually wanted. Had Hanh known that I was down here? Perhaps not, but since Ly knew that refusing her niece what she wanted was less than ideal, we finally decided to go upstairs. Ly firm, yet also soft butt wobbled in her cyclist shorts in front of me – which Hanh couldn’t see, unfortunately. While Hanh was holding onto the banister with one hand, her other was in mine, and she was probably thinking how she could integrate me in her plans, whatever they were.
When we finally stepped into Hanh’s massage room, I almost dropped dead, though: there was a very young woman on the massage table, naked. She had firm little breasts and a slender, rather athletic body. Since her feet were facing us, I could see her outer labia below her dark bush, which was slim but fairly long. She didn’t move in response to our arrival; perhaps, as she was listening to music with earphones. Or since she was only expecting Hanh and her aunt, who had the presence of mind to fetch the girl’s clothes, though. After the young woman had removed her earphones, she sat up and put on her dark-green T-shirt, first, before Ly gave her her cute little panties.
Of course, I couldn’t turn my gaze away from the teenage girl wo was dressing herself, still sitting on the massage table. Ly seemed worried that the young beauty might fall off, as carefully as Ly was watching her, and it dawned on me that this other girl here was also blind, like Hanh; the way she was ‘looking’ and listening around a bit uncoordinated, like in a stupor. Perhaps she was Hanh’s friend from the martial arts class, with whom she had been to the café two weeks ago? Had Hanh just massaged her? But what were Ly and I supposed to do now?
Anyway, I introduced myself to the half-dressed young lady, so that she knew I was present. Hanh stepped closer and took my hand again, before she finally explained what she wanted.
“Tran Nhu wants to learn massa too… but together better… I can show with my hands…”
Aahh, they needed a third person to work on together. Well, okay, that made sense. I was tempted to ask if the two damsels were going to include Ly’s formidable pussy in their massage but decided to leave that question for later. Or just wait and see. As young and, presumably, as inexperienced as Tran Nhu was, she would probably have to master the other parts of the body, first. Ly looked at me and smiled, but then rolled her eyes in a kind of mock-annoyance on account of the slightly bizarre situation. As she was getting ready to lie down on the massage table – nonchalantly unbuttoning her shirt – she sent me downstairs to fetch some cold tea.
On the way down the dark staircase, I realized how titillating the whole situation suddenly had become: there were two young scantily-clad blind girls, one more gorgeous than the other, plus Ly who I had developed the hots for over the last four weeks. Okay, I didn’t know how outgoing Tran Nhu was, in the end, but I liked her cute face and supple, athletic frame. Her thighs were slim and firm but showed this wonderful line between the front and back muscles on the side, which I loved so much. But only Nguyet had. Yes, Nhu was probably pretty inexperienced, but Hanh and I hadn’t had sex for more than six months, since last October. I still didn’t know how we could arrange the situation so that Ly wouldn’t become jealous but, yes, this whole scene had potential. More so than any other scenario. Ever.
The first thing I saw when I reentered the room with the jug of tea was Nhu’s dainty little butt below the dark-green material of her T-shirt. Her two delicate cheeks were covered in her light panties, which had a floral pattern. Oh, sweet Lord! As she was blind, she probably didn’t even know how stunningly attractive she was. I also noticed the red-and-yellow flowers on Hanh’s little summer dress, which had an elastic band across her firm little boobs. I already knew that, at some point, I would pull the front of her dress down and suck her sweet nipples and hemispheric titties, and I wouldn’t give a flying fuck if Ly would get cross.
Ly was now naked, apart from her panties. I sensed her proper, mature pubic mound under the thin fabric and was again impressed by how much her boat hull was protruding. Her underwear seemed a bit older again, but it wasn’t exactly unspiffy. I asked Hanh if Nhu was the girl she had gone for coffee with two weeks earlier:
“Yes, we go to judo together… she cannot see, either… but maybe she can earn money with massages, like me…” Hanh giggled, perhaps as we both knew what Hanh’s specialty was: pussy massages.
Which had been my idea, actually. Or Hanh was just happy that she was able to help her friend towards a more independent life, as there weren’t too many things a blind person could do to earn a living here in our small provincial town. As far as I could see, Hanh’s plan made sense, since there was perhaps no one else that offered snatch massages here. There was always a market for that, even during a pandemic.
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