Surreptitious Love Ch. 180

Literotic asexstories – Surreptitious Love Ch. 180 by BenGarland,BenGarland
Chapter 180 – Hatching Plans for Hiroshi (III)

Ten days ago, I had trimmed and partially shaved my muse Nguyet’s pussy, together with her petite colleague Thuy, who had then offered herself for a zesty round of chipper fornication. Nguyet suspected that her new Japanese boss and lover, Hiroshi Nakamura wasn’t too fond of her hairy snatch and ass crack and, thus, she had wanted her midsection to be coiffed. Since Hiroshi was currently travelling, the two of them had agreed to daily webcam sex sessions in the evenings, parallel to which Nguyet wanted to meet me to see what else we could do to loosen him up when he would be back in town the following week. Hiroshi was still a bit stiff in sensual situations; however, I was pretty optimistic that he would, eventually, join our orgy circle, from where things would take their natural course.

On Monday this week, Nguyet had gone to get a massage from our blind masseuse Hanh but then learned that the petite and lovely young woman was travelling as well. Together with her blind friend Nhu, Hanh was at a judo training camp up north, near the Chinese border. And so, Hanh’s aunt Ly had massaged Nguyet, but I didn’t know if that had included her newly-coiffed treasure. As Hanh was blind, her specialty was pussy massages, which had grown into a veritable source of income for the family. Her aunt Ly, however, was more sheepish when it came to delicate sensual matters, although our three trysts in May had still been great; perhaps Ly’s restraint had secretly fueled our rendezvous.

Before I would meet Nguyet for coffee this Thursday, she relayed quite a few interesting details about her new lover in an array of emails. Apparently, Hiroshi had told her that he wanted to watch me have sex with her but then changed his mind again, suggesting we’d better take a second woman along to our next sensual get-together. When Nguyet argued that that was a step back, I reminded her that it could also be interpreted in the opposite direction: perhaps, he was much more open to joining our orgy group than we had previously thought. But now, we had the problem that we needed to find a lady who would fit our round: Nguyet’s petite, lovely colleague Thuy would have been Nguyet’s and my first choice, but she was attached to a young guy at work, Hoang, who had just returned from a six-week-long internship in Hanoi.

‘Ben, I don’t want to interfere with their relationship,’ Nguyet wrote. ‘They’re fucking each other’s brains out every day after lunch… up in the spare bedroom at work…’

Nguyet, Thuy, and Hoang worked at a model home in the suburbs, which had an office on the ground floor and was, otherwise, fully equipped to be shown to customers and, therefore, the ideal venue for romantic office affairs.

‘What if Hoang joins our round, too?’ I wrote back, suggesting a compromise.

‘That would make us five. And Hoang never says much; also, he’s too young, and he doesn’t speak English… no, Hiroshi really likes you, but we shouldn’t take Thuy, I think…’ Nguyet remained firm.

Well, who could we take, then? Young Quynh, with her large, natural breasts? After all, she had her fantasy of doing it with several guys at once, of which Hiroshi could be one, eventually. She had a stunning figure and spoke good English. As certain as I was, however, I still proposed Hanh’s aunt Ly next, perhaps since Nguyet had just seen her for a massage.

‘She doesn’t know Hiroshi, and she’s never had group sex,’ came Nguyet’s prompt reply.

‘There’s a first for everything,’ I only quipped, and Nguyet admitted that Ly and her had talked about Hiroshi, me, and sex in general during the massage.

‘I think Ly would be good, as she is a little underfucked right now. You know that her relationship with that dude in Saigon didn’t work out. But she’s not the kind of woman who would just go and find herself another bloke… she’s probably pretty horny…’

‘Well, I got that impression, too,’ Nguyet admitted but then reminded me that Ly didn’t speak English, either.

‘Look, I’ll talk with Hiroshi, and you ladies talk in Vietnamese… he likes discussions about politics… and if Hiroshi wants to marry you, he needs to learn a bit of Vietnamese, anyway… actually, I find sex often better and more sensual if the lady and I can’t talk too much…’ I tried to get Ly on board, not knowing if she even would consent.

Which we would have to clarify now in a next step, just as where the lunch would take place. At Ly’s house would be one idea, as her older sister and her niece were still travelling up north. Since we were probably going to the old empty hotel, however, we decided to take Ly there on Thursday, where we would also eat to keep everything as authentic as possible. We would discuss the matter further and then, in all likelihood, fuck a little, as Nguyet liked sex with a guy and a woman, each, present.

But, as things sometimes are, Ly didn’t want to join us. Or couldn’t. Perhaps she needed to hold the fort at the massage parlor, as neither her niece nor her sister were at home. Or she just couldn’t wrap her head around the idea of group sex, particularly since she hadn’t met Hiroshi yet. After Nguyet and I had written back and forth some more, our next choice was our wallflower Nga, who was 28, an English teacher, tall, beautiful, and had lovely apple cheeks and dimples – which was rare and super-cute. Nguyet promised to talk to her, as they had worked together five years ago. Nga was still single, as far as we knew.

But, alas, she wasn’t. Which was great for her, of course, but didn’t help us. In the end, Nguyet and I decided to just meet the two of us at our usual café, with the secluded veranda upstairs. Over the last two years, I had been there perhaps eight or ten times; mostly with Mira, who loved cheeky little outdoor jerking-off sessions. Once, she had been wearing a pumpkin-colored denim miniskirt and teal-blue tights, which had aroused me so much that I had come on the inside of her right thigh – all along the way, on the legwear and then also on the three-inch-stretch of naked flesh near her pussy. Which would still be the absolute number-1 jerking-off story, hadn’t Thanh surprised me there once with a modified black pantyhose that was open over the crotch, framing her naked pussy under her red miniskirt.

Yes, that was what made that café special: as there were older trees on the sidewalk in the front, not even the neighbors could see from above what exactly was going on on the second floor, where there was only one table, while the only way up was a rickety, rusty spiral staircase, which announced about ten seconds in advance if someone was coming. I wasn’t planning on any tantalizing games with my muse Nguyet tomorrow, even though she used to take her panties off from under her skirt or dress quite a bit in the past, during the first year of our affair. Somehow, we had stopped doing such lovely, titillating things; I couldn’t even remember the last time the two of us had had coffee together.

Another strong plus of the café was the petite cute waitress, who purportedly had a large, interesting tattoo on her left thigh, which I had never seen, though. As she was barely 19 or so, I had sent Charlie her way last year, but he had still been too shy to hit on her. My former student Vu was more outgoing and would certainly chat her up one day, but he had just begun his relationship with gorgeous Quynh, so it wasn’t an apt moment. Over the last eighteen months, the young lady had looked at me multiple times like she really liked me, though; just again, when I had ordered my iced coffee downstairs. Now, sitting up on the veranda by myself, I lit a ciggy and then watched the tiny whiffs of smoke waft away. Shouldn’t I hit on her today? Or, at least, have Nguyet involve her in a conversation?

Speaking of: After I had heard an old scooter arrive downstairs and hobble onto the sidewalk, I now recognized Nguyet’s voice. Since she wasn’t coming up, I surmised she was waiting for her freshly-squeezed juice or coffee, so that the waitress didn’t have to make the trip up here, although I would have preferred that, as she was cute as a button and had an amazing, nimble and tight figure. Well, I could go to the restroom downstairs in a minute and see her that way again. Or holler down for ciggies or another drink. When Nguyet finally came up the rickety stairs, she was indeed holding an interesting, long, oval glass with juice in her hand but was blushing and giggling abashedly.

“Do you know what the young waitress just asked me?” she kinda whispered.

I extinguished my cigarette in the ashtray and shook my head: “Nope.”

“If the others are coming, too, and if we’ll have sex again…”

Oops. Now, I was blushing, too, but instantly asked when exactly the waitress had seen us doing our little games. Like I said, the rickety stairs announced in advance if someone was coming and, of course, I had never seen anyone watch us. Was there a camera somewhere? I asked myself, looking around again to double-check.

“Oh dear! Is she cross?”

“No, didn’t seem like it… she’s young and seems pretty open… she probably gets a kick out of such things, rather… what surprises me is that this is only my third time here…”

“Yeah, and the two of us never diddled each other here… although: perhaps she sees you as the mastermind behind all this… ” I laughed, much more relaxed already.

“And you the mastermind of masterminds,” Nguyet chuckled back, and her lovely upper lip – which always reminded me of a gliding-seagull silhouette – snapped up onto her gums, where it would stay for a while now.

“But Ben, she also said we aren’t the only ones… the veranda here kinda lends itself to cheeky little deeds… but others do in the evenings, when it’s dark…”

Well, that was good to hear. Positively comforting.

“Shall I still apologize when she comes up?” I wasn’t sure. “Or shall we just let it slide?”

“Either way. I don’t really know, Ben,” Nguyet replied tenderly. “And it’s not like the other guests are aware of it, only the staff… and she seems kinda cheeky and a bit frivolous herself, anyway… but, Ben, be honest: as short as she is, you really like her, don’t you?”

“I’ve never even tried to conceal my infatuation,” I replied and took another sip of my coffee.

Now, we could have talked about how we would loosen up Hiroshi, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the petite waitress. So, she knew what we sometimes did up here, which I found hot. But had she observed all those instances, or just one? So, she had seen my cock already, presumably. But she wasn’t always here; there were another two girls working at the café, at least.

“Do you know who and what she’s seen, Nguyet?”

“No, but with whom did you play your little games up here? Mira, of course, but who else?” Nguyet was curious now, as I hadn’t told her too many details about all the shenanigans.

“Yeah, Mira… twice. And then once with Thanh… she had modified her pantyhose, so that it was open in the crotch… all dressed in black and red, she was sitting here with no panties in a miniskirt and revealed what’s between her legs…” I laughed. “Nguyet, that was so fucking hot…”

“Wow! That was here?!” Nguyet asked, incredulous. “But yeah, remember that day the three of us went to the hot springs?! That’s where we conceived the idea…”

Nguyet had actually prepared a one-piece bathing suit with an open crotch, as a result, and then paraded her snatch around during one of the following orgies at the thermal springs. Of course, that had almost been as hot as Thanh’s black-pantyhose-under-her-red-miniskirt stunt. I remembered Nguyet’s freshly shaven pussy now and slowly got in the mood for a little sensual tryst with her, later at the old hotel, presumably. Or should we start our foreplay now, right here?

Perhaps as she was just too curious, the petite waitress came up the spiral metal staircase now to refill our glasses with cold tea, as it is customary at coffeeshops in Vietnam. She had been walking extra slowly to announce her arrival, so that we could stop any – or initiate? – lewd action. She was grinning impishly at both of us, while she was wiping the table quickly now. If Nguyet hadn’t made a move, I would have, but now the two young women engaged in a bit of chitchat. I made out the words for ‘red’, ‘black’, ‘skirt’, and ‘glasses’; yeah, it sounded like the girl was describing to Nguyet who she had seen with me: Thanh.

When the damsel rearranged the glasses on the table like on a chessboard, for no apparent reason, I sensed that she wanted to spend a few more seconds with us. And so, I asked her for her name, as was only proper, and then Nguyet to translate everything they had talked about, but she only showed me the palm of her hand, telling me to wait. And so, I lit another ciggy and ordered one more coffee. I actually needed to pee, but I wanted to fill my eyes with her lithe miniature figure and form, the lower half of which was unfortunately covered by a thin, brightly-colored wraparound skirt. Perhaps the coffeeshop owner didn’t want his waitstaff to show too much flesh at work.

Trang was also wearing a blueish polo-shirt and had her hair in a ponytail that was held together by both, a hairband and a large clip, like she didn’t really trust either. But since she was hanging around anyway, kind of, I asked Nguyet if Trang couldn’t show us the large tattoo she had on her left thigh, as she had told Emily once in my presence. But then, their conversation came to a halt, like there was some misunderstanding. Trang had also shaken her head, but now opened her wrap skirt on the left, anyway, to show me her perfect golden-brown little left thigh, like she wanted to prove that there was no artwork on it. But man, her flesh looked sooo delicious and enticing!

“She wanted to have that tattoo back then… but she also needed a new phone, which was more important… and the guy at the tattoo parlor also recommended she wait another year, as she might still grow a bit…”

Ha! That was the cutest thing I had heard this year. But yeah, Trang was positively tiny, like 4’7″. Perhaps 4 foot 8″. At the most. But she had character and dignity and radiated moxie and guts. She wasn’t the ordinary Vietnamese hot-girl bimbo but just happened to have a stunning little body, perfect golden-brown skin, substantial little breasts and a cute, supple butt. Oh no, she was freaking hot.

“How old is Trang, actually?” I wondered, asking Nguyet.

Perhaps she would still grow a bit?!

“19,” Nguyet translated, even though I had understood that already.

But man, her thigh! Her whole body was brimming over with health and energy, like it had been charged. She certainly smelled nice under her skirt, between her legs. She probably was a country bumpkin, who had a nice, little, dense and dark bush and a tiny, eager, aromatic snatch. She could also pee on me. All day. Any day. And even though she was four inches shorter than Nguyet – who was no giant, either – Trang’s nimble little ass seemed a tad wider, which gave her a womanly appearance, although she was also almost 15 years younger than my muse.

Oh, I imagined her peeing on me, after which I would lick her – us – senseless. My tongue would rim her little anus caldera and try to get in. Licking and sucking all those savory molecules away, like a hoover, into my quivering nostrils. Of course, she had left by now to fetch my second coffee, but her frayed grey denim skirt appeared in my mind’s eye again, which had looked a bit tattered under the lovely wraparound skirt. And her sandals had relatively thick soles but seemed a tad too big for her. Perhaps they were her older sister’s.

After she had dropped off the coffee, she instantly turned to leave, unfortunately. I still needed to pee, but I didn’t want to follow her like some creep. She probably knew that I lusted after her but, as I just said, Nguyet also liked having sex with a man and a woman at the same time.

“Hey, Nguyet, do you like her?”

She instantly nodded but seemed to be thinking: “Trang’s offered to keep watch down there if we want to… do something frivolous here… right now,” she giggled.

“Aaww, that’s sweet. And kinda hot. But it wouldn’t be the same anymore… somehow,” I hesitated. “She could come here and watch… or join us. That would be even hotter… but, for the love of God, where was she when she was watching Thanh and me, back last spring?” I was too curious.

“Standing on the stairs over there… kinda half way up… with her eyes barely above the floor… so she didn’t see much… but she’s seen your cock, Ben,” Nguyet chortled, obviously amused. “She’s impressed… and wants… to see it… again…”

Oh. I turned around a bit and imagined Trang standing on the flimsy metal staircase, with just her eyes peeking above the floor line. Well, sure, as an 85-pound girl, barefoot, she probably knew, after working here for two years, how she could get up the stairs without making any noise. But yeah, as she must have watched us from that low angle and through and underneath the table, so to speak, she can’t have seen much, since Thanh and I had been about four yards away, too.

“But Trang probably didn’t know that Thanh’s pantyhose was open in the front… and that she wasn’t wearing panties, either… she had only seen us from the side…”

“Oh, I’d love to see Thanh again, in pantyhose…” Nguyet sighed.

“Including her pussy?”

“You bet,” Nguyet giggled and blushed.

“But it’s not the same if you know already that her pantyhose is open in the crotch… I mean, she totally surprised me… sure, she looked gorgeous in her clothes, but then she wiggled her butt like 15 times to get closer to the edge of the chair and make her skirt slide up kinda naturally. And then I saw that dark furry animal between her legs, under the hem of her red skirt… framed by the black stockings…”

“Ben, calm down! At your age! They don’t have a defibrillator here…” Nguyet laughed.

“Has Trang said what she would like to see? I mean, the two of us diddling ourselves here?”

“I’m sure she would love to watch how I jerk you off here… or somewhere else… without panties…” she chuckled.

“I don’t know, Nguyet. It would be a bit contrived to do it now… that’s got to develop… it’s not the same if we agree on it beforehand… what do you think?! Shall we ask her to come to the old hotel with us? Or the charming guesthouse? I wanna see her naked…”

I didn’t mention sucking her ass or the peeing, for now, but Nguyet knew my proclivities and inclinations. The good thing about her was that she didn’t seem to be jealous but was probably thinking about how we could make it happen. Me being so infatuated with Trang meant a more rousing sex session for Nguyet as well. She understood that perfectly. And Nguyet had been a bit restrained the last few months anyway, because of her impending marriage with Hiroshi, who we still hadn’t talked about. But, figuratively speaking, he had to wait now.

“Well, Ben, Trang’s working. I don’t know if she can sneak out for an hour…”

“Excuses. We could ask her. Her friend is working downstairs, too. And no one goes to coffee shops between noon and 1:30, anyway…”

Nguyet knew as well as I did that if we just left – even if she jerked me off quickly here – the whole energy between her, Trang, and me would just evaporate. But even if Trang were to watch Nguyet emptying my cock here: that would only be the second-best thing that we could get out of this morning.

“I don’t know,” I began again. “Trang did seem open for some shenanigans earlier… she’s that kind of girl… and what’s the alternative?! Come back here next week and put on a masturbation show for her, so she can watch us ‘semi-surreptitiously’?!” I asked provocatively, doing air-quotes, to notch up our game.

“No, Ben, you’re right… I need to pee anyway. I’ll go downstairs and ask her…” she promised.

“Okay, great! And we’ve kinda known each other for a year-and-a-half… it’s also safer if you’re there… Trang would probably feel queasy if I asked her to come to the old hotel with me, just the two of us…” I was hollering, watching Nguyet traipsing down the rickety staircase on her black, velour high-heels.

As so often in such situations, I lit ciggy and noticed how fucking horny I was. What news would Nguyet bring, once she was back up here in three or four minutes? I regretted that I still couldn’t go and piss, as I didn’t want to interrupt their delicate conversation downstairs. But yeah, for me, it didn’t make sense to arrange a jerking-off session up here and tell Trang, so that she could watch. And she had looked at me longingly, pretty much every time we had met here at the café over the last 18 months. Well, perhaps she just wanted to see my dick again. Which was fine with me. She could look at my cock all day. Any day.

All in all, I found this whole situation wonderfully piquant and rousing. I wasn’t embarrassed at all that Trang had already seen my dick, and she seemed adventurous enough to notch up her game as well today. She wasn’t prissy or prudish, and yet there was nothing wanton about her. She was young and curious – and almost certainly no virgin. Working-class or country girls lost their virginity earlier. Oh yes, couldn’t I, at least, lick and suck her little perky titties, before I would fuck Nguyet? In Trang’s presence, if she wanted to? Or maybe soak both ladies’ breasts with my cum – to get a cute, little rivulet going between their legs?

Like I had done with Nguyet about three weeks back. When she came upstairs again, she wasn’t all triumphant but, strangely, just nodded and grabbed her purse. I knew that we were taking off one way or another. Well, the minimum was now to go with Nguyet to the old guesthouse, talk about Hiroshi, caress her, and eventually consume our divine lust, which wasn’t bad at all. But only second best in our current situation.

“Well? What now?” I had to ask her.

Nguyet nodded again but then told me not to show any excitement, as Trang couldn’t leave with us together. Apparently, she had made up some excuse, as her friend, who had to keep working, wasn’t supposed to know that Trang was going to frolic with us.

“Just pay, but don’t interact with Trang, apart from saying goodbye, perhaps,” Nguyet briefed me.

The funny thing was that Trang was nowhere to be seen downstairs. Perhaps she was changing or in the bathroom. So, I just paid up, went to the bathroom, and said goodbye to her friend in a neutral way, before Nguyet and I got on our Hondas outside, on the sidewalk, to drive slowly to the next corner, where we would wait for our tiny new friend. Like ten minutes later, we watched from the distance how she got on her older, cool Honda Cub with the indicators outside on the handlebar, and then came clattering towards us, after she had hobbled off the sidewalk. I liked her old silver helmet with the goggles up on the front, but now Nguyet briefed me again that Trang wasn’t really ready for sex today, as everything had been so spontaneous.

Nguyet and I had agreed to go to the old hotel, as that fit Trang’s adventurous personality better than the pastel, dainty guesthouse. She was a bit of a tomboy, too, as I noticed again when I watched her in my rear-view mirror. Two minutes ago, she hadn’t appeared queasy at all, at least; neither was she now, when we stopped to get a few drinks and ice. She remained seated on her mint-green little motorcycle, which fit her personality and physical constraints perfectly.

Nguyet had told Trang a bit more about the old hotel, so that she knew what to expect, while I had been interacting to the shop owner. After we had brought our motorcycles in, we closed the large, screeching metal front door again, of course, and I put the padlock through the latch, so that we would truly be undisturbed. We went upstairs slowly, as Trang wanted to look around a bit and admire the impressive chandelier up on the fifth and sixth floors. She also seemed to like the unusual acoustics of the stately old pile of bricks. I had hoped that Nguyet would do something outrageous right away – like taking off her panties from under her skirt and draping them over the dashboard of her Honda – but she hadn’t.

Well, there would still be time up in the only furnished room left on the fourth floor. We quickly fetched two glasses from the spick-and-span kitchen on the third, which looked like Mira and Emily were still meeting here regularly. As it was a pretty hot day – in early August, the sun always climbed to 90 degrees around noon, it was like 102 degrees again today – we could have taken a shower together, first, but I always liked it better if the ladies took off their clothes piece by piece. Getting up the stairs, I marveled at the subtle play of Trang’s leg muscles under her golden-brownish skin and also noticed the bra-fastener under her polo.

In said room on the fourth floor, Trang looked around a bit, of course, while I opened the windows and drew the curtains about half way, before I filled our glasses with ice and beer. After we had toasted, I apologized to Trang about the cheeky deeds we had done at her café over the last 18 months. But she only laughed it off and made a similar gesture with her hand, saying that the veranda was, obviously, a good place for such rousing little games, especially at night.

“Have you… too… already?” I asked her in my clumsy Vietnamese, hoping that she would understand.

Nguyet knew what I meant, apparently, and relayed my question in proper words. Trang laughed and shook her lovely little head, before Nguyet sat down on the bed to take her shoes and her light top off to get things started. If she had been wearing a blouse, she would have unbuttoned it, but that was no option today. Seeing Nguyet’s bra prompted Trang, surprisingly, to take her polo off as well, before she also slipped out of her shoes. Trang’s bra was nicely blue, about the color of the ocean in the South Seas, while Nguyet’s silverish harness also looked spiffy.

As the ladies were already undressing slowly, I took my clothes off as well. All at once, while Nguyet folded two of those old window curtains, before she placed them underneath the bedsheet; just in case, we would end up peeing during sex. I felt pretty happy that nothing had been awkward yet: the two ladies were casually chatting, like at the coffee shop earlier, although young Trang – which was pronounced tschang – blushed when she saw my dick from close up for the first time.

“Is Trang still a virgin?” I inquired semi-facetiously, to get that out of the way.

“Oh no, Ben… she’s had a boyfriend for a while, but he got drafted this January… they’ve split up…”

I sat down on my right thigh, like the Little Mermaid, and put my foot under my ball sack, marveling at Trang’s small collarbones and her splendid skin, which reminded me of a roasted chicken. Like I had remarked a while back, her young body wasn’t quite done developing, it seemed; Although I doubted that she would still grow a bit at 19, her lower half was more womanly than the upper, which one could almost cover with a standard letter-size sheet from her armpits down to her panty line. The skin above her bosom was heaving nicely to the rhythm of her breathing. Like she was watching a game, her gaze switched from my face to my cock, but now Nguyet pulled her skirt up, so that we could see her pussy boat hull in her light, relatively thin panties.

Since I had trimmed her bush and shaved her labia the previous week, there were no hairs sticking out today; for the very first time ever since I had known her. The way she was lolling nonchalantly, she would remove her underwear in less than five minutes, knowing that she would have to go first, before Trang might follow suit. Luckily, Nguyet was a staunch exhibitionist who enjoyed showing off her assets, of which her snatch was the hottest. Now, Nguyet nodded at Trang and then my dick; sure, if our new petite friend was so keen on seeing it again, she might as well play with it now. To aid my erection, though, Nguyet reached under her beige-burgundy-striped skirt to pull her panties down, as I had predicted, which was like the signal for Trang to overcome her slight reservation and reach for my cock.

Trang kept her panties on for now, which was fine, but she had reached behind her back a few seconds ago to snap her bra open, which also was a nice gesture. She hadn’t removed it yet, but pressed her upper arms against the sides of her chest, so that the bra would remain in place. Which was cute; especially, as she was stroking my dick now slowly. Oh yes, we were going in the right direction, I felt when looking at her eager, cute face. Like I said, there was nothing wanton or extreme about her demeanor, just a healthy, sane spirit of exploration and curiosity, while the way she was smiling seemed to express gratitude and bliss.

Nguyet had brought the lube bottle over earlier, and now she tossed it near Trang, so that she would grease my shaft, perhaps. Ignoring it for now, Trang was biting her tongue and then weighed my balls, like she wanted to check if they were heavier than her ex-boyfriend’s. Nguyet opened her legs further and pulled her skirt up a bit, so that I could look straight at the center of the universe. We smiled at each other on account of the bucolic, titillating situation, looking forward to more rousing things to come.

Oh, yes, Nguyet’s pussy was picture-book perfect, now that I had coiffed it: her hazelnut outer labia were still together, while one could see the thin, beveled, almost black inner pair glistening in between. Her pitch-black dense bush above looked like it was trembling a bit. Although Trang seemed mesmerized by my cock and the fact that she was now playing with it, she glanced over to her left from time to time to take a peek of Nguyet’s boat hull between her light thighs, in the semi-darkness under the hem of her skirt. Trang must have known that we were keen on seeing her little treasure as well, but she didn’t seem ready yet. Should I ask her, though, when she had her last period?

Maybe not yet, as she had said earlier that she wasn’t going to have sex today, anyway. And so, I kneaded her fabulously firm and shapely thigh for a bit, while she was taking some lubrication and then continued stroking my cock languidly. Nguyet slid closer, so that I could reach her legs, too, but then proposed I lie down on my back, so that the ladies could take good care of me. And I of them. Kneeling on the bed with their upper bodies upright, they both removed her bras and skirts. Trang’s panties were of the same nice blue as her bra, but she decided to still keep that last item of underwear on, for now. Somehow, I was positive though that I would see her stark-naked before we would part today.

Nguyet and Trang exchanged a few tender, caring words here and there, and then Nguyet got up to get us fresh beer from the table. After we had emptied our glasses, we put them on the floor, and Nguyet kneeled to my left to lick and suck my nipple, which prompted Trang to do the same on the other side. She looked like she was still thinking about taking off her panties, but then Nguyet lifted her nimble, savory butt over my head, facing away from me, and let herself fall into my lap to suck my cock, for which Trang joined her. I pulled Trang’s butt closer to my right armpit, before I would do anything else, but then dived into Nguyet’s now bald butt crack with my nose, squeezing her small cheeks, like I wanted to rip them off her body.

Of course, having two moist warm mouths taking care of my glans while looking at two young hot asses felt heavenly. I couldn’t really tell who was sucking my rod at the moment, but I was surprised to feel more than one finger on my perineum and even anus along with it. Nguyet had done things like that in the past, but rarely. Was that really Trang?! Anyway, as I absolutely adored Nguyet’s butt, which I now licked, bit, and kissed frantically, actually enjoying the fact that it was hairless now. I marveled at the porcelain form and the moist peach in between and wondered how often we would have to repeat the shaving? Or would Hiroshi do it from now on? I mean, he was the one who had wanted it the most.

Seeing her butt up close – and her anus without hair – triggered in me the wish to have anal sex with Nguyet again, although today wasn’t the day for that. Her sphincter was tight and leathery; even though Trang was shorter and younger than Nguyet, her anus might be easier to penetrate, I thought to myself. But not today, either. As hot as it was, we were all sweating considerably, but I liked that no one really cared or was fuzzy about it. Both ladies were moaning and cooing already, but I was surprised when Trang slid closer and grinned at me whimsically. When she began to suck my nipple again, I reached around her butt and pulled her a bit closer, before I let my middle finger slip under her panties in the back to tap her anus and tickle her perineum.

As her ocean-blue panties were the only piece of clothing among the three of us, I pulled them down her stunning thighs, and then she fumbled them off her legs and ankles. It was as awesome to watch her nimble movements as to see her limbs and naked torso. Her body wasn’t as trim as Nguyet’s but still had no ounce of truly superfluous fat on it. And yet, Trang’s legs seemed stronger than Nguyet’s and healthier; somehow, they made quite an impression on me. Since she had probably never looked between the butt cheeks of another woman, Trang placed her head onto my right shoulder and examined what was there to see. After a minute or so, she even joined my tender caresses with one hand, obviously glad to be able to touch another woman.

It felt like it was Nguyet’s decision when and how to notch up her game, as she had been the catalyst for our tryst today. And sure enough, at one point, she got off me and lay down on her back, offering us our body to play with and, eventually, mount. Knowing that Trang probably wanted to watch, we took our time and arranged our bodies carefully, and then I pulled my foreskin back to serve Trang’s voyeurism. Lying on her back next to Nguyet, she had watched us, but now she sat down next to Nguyet’s hips to observe the divine act of one body part entering another person’s orifice. Taking my time again, I split Nguyet’s black, beveled inner labia with my glans, before I ever so slowly shoved my turtle head further and further up inside her.

Grinning at each other, Nguyet and I were gathering steam. As Thuy – who had helped me shave Nguyet’s midsection – had snatched the only fuck away from Nguyet last week, she deserved and wanted a good bang; especially, since Hiroshi still hadn’t returned from his first official visit to each of the fourteen branches of their large real-estate company. Trang had lain down next to Nguyet in the meantime and was snuggling with her, regardless of the heat, while I was banging the latter formidably. As the two ladies had just met, they weren’t exchanging caresses, but their bodies were touching all along their sides, which was moving.

Trang’s skin looked like honey, much darker than Nguyet’s, whose was exceptionally light. But yeah, Trang radiated health and energy and warmth, and I also liked her dark, roundish bush, which was super curly and not all that small. As she had her legs closed, I couldn’t see her labia, but earlier I had been able to take a good look of her little anus caldera and perineum, which were also pretty dark but hairless. If nothing changed and I would just come inside Nguyet, I promised myself to still lick Trang’s midsection to take a million messenger molecules home with me.

As Trang was heaving considerably, like she was in heat, I asked Nguyet if we couldn’t switch for a minute or two. Already in trance, Nguyet turned her head sideways and asked her. Trang hesitated but then nodded at me and slid closer, like she was super-eager. She opened her short, perfect thighs and reached for my shaft, which she then artfully placed where we all wanted it to go. When I pressed, her tiny little snatch felt a bit like Nguyet’s tight anus, but once my glans had popped through the entrance, Trang felt roomier than the paler MILF next to her.

Deep under my hairy chest, I now could hear Trang squeal like a mouse and felt my cock getting further and further up inside her. Her warm, hoarse breathing gave me wings and encouraged me to bang her a bit harder, too, but only until Nguyet whispered that Trang was kinda close to ovulating. Astonished and relieved that Nguyet knew that, I pumped languidly for perhaps ten more times but then offered to switch horses once more.

“Do you wanna lie down on your back again?” Nguyet asked.

As that was the most convenient position for me and also the one where I could see the most, I didn’t debate her proposal but just settled on my back. This time, Nguyet got on me facing me, so that I could admire her tight MILF-body, which Trang then prevented, however, by swinging her perfect little brown ass over my face, so that I could hardly see anything. But smell all the more.

Oh, man: over the last few hours in the tropical heat, Trang’s young body had produced millions of savory molecules, which were now driving me insane. Everything smelled earthy, salty, metallic, and wild, sour and fresh, and just when I thought that Trang could pee on me, Nguyet squirted onto my legs and ball sack. We all were yodeling, hollering, and screaming, being on Cloud 9. The yells and the smacking were reverberating off the walls and the ceiling, while the small space between my face and Trang’s ass was densely suffused with the most delicious substances ever found on earth.

When I finally came, Trang shrieked on account of the hot air that was blasting her tender perineum, and in my delirium, I finally grabbed her ass, pried it open and hollered into her dark, mysterious rectum. I didn’t know if her flesh back there was ultra-sensitive, but she jerked her bottom away from me, like that had been too much. At least, that allowed me more air to breathe, while the two ladies were talking, as they were still sitting on my body.

I didn’t notice it at first, but now Nguyet was peeing, with my cock still inside her snatch. But only quietly, not in a jet; only like she needed to relieve and empty herself. Either way, she sighed, while the tepid liquid was running down my legs and balls, into my ass. But it was lovely, even though I didn’t smell any urea. Perhaps Trang’s tantalizingly earthy, nutty ass aroma was blocking Nguyet’s urine molecules.

I wasn’t sure if Trang had even noticed that Nguyet had pissed onto my cock, but when I asked her to pee now, as long as she was sitting right above my face, she only giggled. I then implored her not to be sheepish and even pried her pussy open with my thumbs. I saw that she relaxed the opening of her urethra, but eventually she admitted that she just didn’t have to go. Well, some other time, then. It would have been the capstone of the whole afternoon, but I also liked that we had something to look forward to for our next rendezvous.

At least, I had seen her pussy and clit, as well as her cute little urethra opening. And so, I just caressed her golden-brownish, glistening, sweaty chicken ass and marveled at her dark-vermillion and mauve vaginal vestibule. Her pussy was breathing like a carp, and I could now hear the echo of my earlier orgiastic scream coming back at me from inside her rectum, into which I looked one more time, after I had pulled her sphincter open again. Eventually, I kissed the whole enticing flesh goodbye, before Trang lay down to my right to chill for a few minutes, before she would race back to work.

Still breathing heavily, Nguyet flanked me on the other side. I liked that we didn’t get up immediately but were coming down together. Man, was the air full with savory moisture and wafts and whiffs of heavy, piquant, hearty, aromatic fragrance.

“And what are we going to do with Hiroshi?!” I quipped, laughing, knowing that this wasn’t the moment to discuss the strategy how to loosen him up.

Nguyet giggled and then explained her predicament to Trang.

“If you don’t want Thuy, and Nga and Ly can’t make it, perhaps Trang here could be the fourth wheel on the wagon when we meet him next week…” I suggested.

“Oh, Ben… I don’t know…” she yawned contentedly and then untied the Gordian Knot by proposing to take a shower.

We got up and removed the traces of our excess; those on our skin and those on the bed. When we all were presentable again, we sauntered downstairs, holding hands. I asked Trang if she had liked everything and if we might see her again, to which she nodded fervently; perhaps, because she didn’t have a boyfriend at the moment. When we said goodbye outside, she shot us another of her trademark impish, whimsical grins – which made her so cute, apart from being tiny – but then requested again that she could watch Nguyet jerk me off upstairs on the balcony at ‘her’ coffee shop one day. For which we now needed another rousing choreography.