Surreptitious Love Ch. 171

Chapter 171 – A double-blind Study

Two weeks ago, our blind masseuse Hanh’s aunt Ly had rearranged her massage parlor into a small sex-stage by putting a large mattress on the floor, which she had hauled down from her niece’s room upstairs at their house. All by herself. Which was all the more remarkable since Ly had been a widow since 2007 and had only had one more sexual relationship with a guy since then. The dude had been more or less a flop, though.

Hanh had been at her martial arts class and then at a cafe with another blind young woman during those two-and-a-half hours, and so, Ly began to make up for her lost merriment and sexual gratification over the last 15 years. Meanwhile, her older sister had arrived back from Saigon, but Ly still wanted me to come over once more, as she was going to visit relatives with her lovely niece Hanh soon.

Our trysts had begun four weeks back, when petite Hanh had not been feeling well and needed to rest upstairs, as she was suffering from a nerve condition called Neuromyelitis optica, which had taken her eye-sight at 13 and was periodically causing her discomfort now. Ly had the presence of mind to offer me a massage when Hanh was indisposed to join Quynh and myself for a trip to the hot springs, from which Ly and I had taken the journey to intercourse proper. Now, the cobwebs were removed and her sheath was hungry for new adventures.

As Hanh’s career opportunities were limited because of her blindness, she had undergone training to become a masseuse when she was back in high school. Her aunt Ly had then honed her skills, and now they were operating a successful massage parlor together. When, two years ago, I had had the glorious idea that blind Hanh could offer pussy massages to the haute monde of our town, their business had quietly gone through the roof, and so I had a lot of credit with the family.

But still, Ly seemed uneasy to invite me again to their house for unabashed fornication, as her sister was back, which meant that we couldn’t bounce around the home naked and had to be quiet and careful, in general. As far as I understood, Ly couldn’t just disappear over lunch, though; otherwise, I would have asked her to come to the old empty Art Deco hotel with me, where our orgy circle was still meeting occasionally.

But then, the old stately pile of bricks was rather daunting, especially for someone who entered it for the very first time. And I was also concerned how we could involve Hanh in our rendezvous, as I found the petite, blind 21-year-old utterly cute and hot. I wondered if, under some pretext, I could try to take both, aunt and niece to said empty hotel, but what would Hanh’s mother, Ly’s older sister, say?! As far as I knew, at least one of the masseuses had to always stay at the house and wait for clients.

So, their house was the better option, in the end, as I also surmised that Hanh felt the most comfortable there. What I didn’t know was, though, if Ly would want to have sex in Hanh’s presence. While the latter was much more open to sensual debauchery, Ly had just rediscovered her erotic side and was much more bashful. Yes, how could I satisfy Ly’s thirst as well as mine for her sweet, petite niece Hanh? I couldn’t imagine banging Ly downstairs in her massage room, while Hanh was upstairs by herself. But obviously, I couldn’t walk past Ly’s chamber on the ground floor to go straight up to Hanh’s bower, either.

Because of her blindness, Hanh was extremely sensual; we had known each other for two years and had had sex about a dozen times. However, I wasn’t sure if Hanh knew that I had banged her aunt a few times last month. She wouldn’t mind, I was sure, but how could we arrange the situation in a way that would leave all three of us satisfied?!

Well, Ly must have seen her niece naked hundreds of times. And she had also trained her in the art of giving massages, during which they both had touched their bodies with impunity. But when I had asked Ly the other day if she could imagine getting her snatch massaged by her blind niece, she had only blushed and giggled. Which wasn’t a clear ‘no’ but a sign of slight discomfort. But that would perhaps be the ideal situation: Hanh massaged Ly and then, somehow, all three of us would end up rolling around on the large mattress upstairs that Ly and I had carried back to Hanh’s room on Tuesday, a week back.

Ly hinted that her older sister wasn’t going to be at the house for long over lunch, as she had to work off the piles of documents in her office that had accrued during her ten-day absence. It also sounded like Hanh’s mom had agreed that I would come over. When I got to their house, however, there were three motorcycles parked outside, and I wasn’t sure if Ly and I would be able to indulge in one more round of intercourse if their home was packed with people. Goodness gracious me!

When I stepped into the lobby, there were three middle-aged women palavering loudly, as is typical for the Vietnamese. One was wearing sunglasses and a helmet, but, at least, she seemed on her way out, while another stepped inside Ly’s massage room right away. Hanh’s mom sent me back to the kitchen, where I was to help myself to cold tea and wait. Ly would be done in five minutes, her older sister said. As I was passing the ladies, I nodded at the one with the helmet, who I didn’t know, regretting that Hanh was nowhere in sight.

Should I just go upstairs to say ‘hi’? Well, as I was sipping tea in the kitchen, Ly stepped out of her massage room and then joined me, after she had jabbered a bit with the other three women. Luckily, the two who didn’t live here at the house were now leaving, it seemed, after which Hanh’s mom sat down with Ly and me. I had never really paid much attention to their faces, but now I noticed the similarities in their features; also, because I now knew Ly much better, who was wearing her hot, black, older pair of cotton cyclist shorts again, which she had combined with a tight black men’s shirt.

Oh, yes, she looked sexy again, Jesus! I finally asked Hanh’s mom for her name, wondering if she knew that I had banged her sister in her absence. Perhaps not, as she wouldn’t have agreed to another visit today. She probably just thought it was all about a massage, which gave me a kick, somehow, and I imagined feeding on Ly’s juicy snatch again for lunch today. Ly truly needed it. Did Hanh’s mom know that her sweet little daughter and I had fornicated, though? Well, as Hanh was exploring her world primarily with her hands and was limited in her pursuits, other rules applied to her. Maybe.

The two women seemed to be planning the rest of their day, after which the older one got up to leave the house, presumably. Hopefully. Ly placed the ashtray in front of me and poured some more cold tea in my glass, and now we were waiting for her older sister to leave the house, so that we could lock the entrance door from inside. I noticed how quiet everything had gotten, after the palaver fifteen minutes ago; now, all we could hear were the ticking of the clock on the wall and the occasional honking outside. Was Hanh sleeping upstairs, as quiet as the house was?

I thought it was a shame that I might not see Hanh today, although she was just fifteen feet away, upstairs in her room. Or could I, somehow, get Ly to go up with me? But where would we have sex then? No, we had to do it down here, in her bedroom, unless we started with a massage, for which Hanh could join us, though, couldn’t she? But once Hanh was in the mix, with whom would I rather fuck? Certainly her, as she had a perfect, nimble figure and was short. And much younger. And we hadn’t done it since last October.

I was sure that Hanh wouldn’t have a problem engaging in sex with her aunt present, but vice versa? That would be hot, too, and Hanh would probably get a huge kick out of it, but Ly wouldn’t like it, I surmised. She was too bashful for that kind of debauchery. Or do both? Nah, Ly wouldn’t want that, either.

Since we didn’t have much time today, Ly got up immediately when I was done smoking and put the ashtray in the sink, for some reason. She pointed at the door of her massage parlor in the hall, but when we were standing in the door frame, I saw that there was no mattress on the floor today. Of course not, as the thing was back upstairs in Hanh’s massage room. And Ly’s older sister was back in town. I wondered why we couldn’t go to her bedroom: yes, the bed was kinda narrow and I had bumped my head against the wall the first time, but still: the massage room here didn’t offer a good place to actually have sex. The table was too clinical and perhaps wouldn’t sustain the two of us. Ly standing, with her hands against the wall? But she was much shorter than me, but I didn’t feel like acrobatics.

Well, did Ly have a plan? Perhaps it would be better to warm up with a massage, she thought, as she pointed at the table now. As the moment was perfect to smooch, however, we kissed profusely, during which I unbuttoned her shirt. Panting heavily, Ly snapped her bra open and her modest firm titties snapped out, which I fondled and kissed, while she was grabbing my balls and cock through the fabric of my pants. As she wasn’t going to let go, I pulled her cyclist shorts down her thighs, together with her panties, to ruffle her bush. She was already pretty wet between her legs, and I thought I had convinced her to skip the massage.

Yes, as aroused as we already were, couldn’t we just go to her bedroom for a good, honest fuck?! Oh man, did she look enticing with her black shorts on her light thighs, here in the semi-dark lobby. I was tempted to get down on my knees to sniff and lick her snatch but refrained, for now. Instead, I kneaded her puffy, moist lips some more and let my middle finger traverse her wet, sticky cleft. We kissed again, and I opened my belt and then pants. But where were we going to go?!

With my hands on the cool, warm flesh next to her bush, we were looking at each other, like we still couldn’t decide which way to turn. But then, suddenly, we were released from our tantalizing agony, yet in a completely different way than either of us had expected: a young, female voice was calling Ly’s name from the staircase, and I looked past the top of Ly’s head. Of course, it was Hanh who was carefully traipsing down the stairs in a dark summer dress. She looked a bit like a ghost as she was coming near, and Ly hastily pulled her shorts up, even Hanh couldn’t see her bush. But perhaps she would smell it.